Thirty Years, Renewed Desire

As I walked down the aisle of the church Tuesday night (September 24th) and saw the love of my life and soul mate for the last thirty years now, standing up front along with our son and two beautiful daughters, a swell of pure, unadulterated bliss erupted within me. Two tears, hot and salty, traced paths down my cheeks, a testament to the profound joy washing over me.

It was our 30th wedding anniversary, a monumental occasion that we’d decided to celebrate by renewing our vows. As I write this, the disbelief still lingers, a surreal feeling that it has truly been thirty years since we stood in my parents’ backyard, amidst a small gathering of family and friends, making that initial, sacred commitment to share our lives together as husband and wife.

This time, the scene was dramatically different. A full church, packed with people, filled the space, a far cry from the intimate backyard setting of our youth. Unfortunately, our parents were unable to make the trip, but they called earlier that afternoon, their voices brimming with love and blessings, which meant the world to us. My brother Gary, whom I hadn't seen in years, flew in from Wisconsin to attend, along with his lovely wife and two adorable daughters. He walked me down the aisle, a gesture that held immense significance for me, a tangible reminder of the bonds that connected us across the years.

I wore a light blue off-the-shoulder satin and chiffon dress that fell just below the knee, paired with delicate heels. My friend and former co-worker, Lisa, had spent a couple of hours at the salon earlier, expertly crafting my hair into a stunning updo. My dearest friend, Cynthia, purchased my bouquet – a cascade of white roses and lilies – and the elegant white lace garter, embroidered with the words “Thirty years of Love stitched into it.”

Ben looked utterly dashing, dressed in a sharp navy blue suit with a crisp white tie. Our daughters, Alicia and Kristie, wore matching dark blue dresses, radiating an undeniable beauty that took my breath away. Our son, Randy, looked incredibly handsome in his dark blue suit and tie as well. I couldn't have been prouder of our family, a testament to the enduring strength of our love. The minister, Brother Mike, conducted the ceremony, his calm demeanor radiating sincerity. Ben and I had purchased a quarter-carat diamond sterling silver wedding band a couple of days prior, a tangible symbol of our renewed commitment.

The ceremony unfolded beautifully, a perfect reflection of the deep and enduring love we shared. As we renewed our vows, I noticed Ben’s eyes welling up with tears as he expressed his love to me, and I, in turn, reciprocated his feelings wholeheartedly. We both chuckled when Brother Mike said, “I now pronounce you man and wife… again!”

A soft kiss followed, a sweet and tender exchange that sealed our vows. “I love you so much!” I whispered after our kiss, my voice thick with emotion.

“I love you too, baby,” he replied, his voice full of warmth and affection, pulling me closer for another embrace.

After the ceremony, we made our way to the fellowship hall, where a large potluck supper awaited us. Ben and I are truly blessed to have so many wonderful friends and a supportive church community. We are both immensely grateful to our brothers and sisters in Christ for their heartfelt blessings and well wishes on this momentous occasion, marking the start of a new chapter in our marriage.

It was just a little before 9:00 when Ben and I decided it was time to depart. I hugged our kids and my brother and his wife and daughters, while Ben made a generous love offering to Brother Mike.

Ben had reserved us a room at a Comfort Inn twenty miles outside of town. Our brother and his family were staying at our house, as was Randy. Ben and I drove to our place to retrieve our luggage. It’s a bit embarrassing to admit, but we completely forgot to take our bags with us to the church in the first place! Shortly behind us, Randy, my brother and his entire crew, arrived.

Before Ben and I left, we all stood in a circle, holding hands as Ben led us in a heartfelt prayer.

I then approached my brother Gary and gave him a warm hug, expressing my gratitude for walking me down the aisle.

“I love you, Scoots!” I said, followed by a gentle kiss on his cheek. "Scoots" is a nickname my father gave him when he was a baby because he used to scoot around on his bottom instead of crawling. He crawled eventually, but he always preferred to scoot around on his ass for some reason.

It was nearing 10:15 when Ben and I finally hit the road. We made a quick stop at a liquor store just outside of town, purchasing two bottles of chilled champagne. As Ben returned to the car with our purchase, I couldn’t help but reflect on the last time I’d indulged in champagne – it was at a New Year’s Eve party this past year. I overdid it a bit, becoming utterly miserable the next day.

I snuggled close to Ben, resting my head on his shoulder, finding comfort in his presence.

“I love you so much, Ben! Thank you for today, and for loving me!” I murmured softly as he drove.

“I love you too, baby,” he replied, wrapping his arm around me, giving me a gentle hug.

It was almost midnight when we finally arrived at the hotel and checked in. I kicked off my heels, my feet aching from the long day, and slipped out of my dress, revealing a white lace bra and matching thong, the white lace garter still adorning my right leg.

That's how I stood when Ben returned to the room, carrying the two bottles of ice-cold champagne. “Well, isn’t that a pretty sight!” he exclaimed, setting the bottles down and reaching for his cell phone. “Hold on, I want to capture this beautiful moment!” He snapped a quick photo. “Turn around, so I can get a picture of that gorgeous ass of yours!”

I obliged, turning around slightly, leaning a little to the side. “You like this ass, big daddy?” I teased, reaching down and squeezing my own butt cheek playfully.

“You know I do, baby,” he replied, unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his sculpted, hairless chest. I gazed at him lustfully as he removed his shirt, the muscles in his arms flexing with each movement.

“Mrs. G., do you have any idea how much I love you?” Ben asked, taking my hand in his.

“I think I do, Mr. G. I love you with all my heart!” I responded, tears welling up in my eyes as I looked up at him.

He smiled, leading me over to the bed. I sat on the edge, while Ben stood before me.

“Gina, you’ve made me the happiest man in the world. You’ve entrusted me with your heart, and I’m eternally grateful. You’ve given us three wonderful children, and I cherish every moment we spend together. I love you, my baby!” Ben said, holding my hands tightly.

I sat there, tears streaming down my face, looking up at him with adoration. “You make me so happy, Ben, and I love you more and more each day. I’d marry you over and over again! Thank you for loving me, for being my life partner.” I said, then gently unfastened his belt and slacks, pulling them down to reveal his body.

He smiled, running his hand through my hair as I slowly removed his pants, exposing his well-defined manhood. I grinned, then reached out and ran my hand over the front of his boxers, teasingly caressing his skin. His penis began to swell slightly as I did.

I then slowly slid his boxers down, revealing his cock and balls. Taking his burgeoning member into my hand, I gently began massaging it, enjoying the sensation as it grew larger and more sensitive under my touch. I love the way it feels in my hand, growing and expanding in my grasp.

“Oh, Gina, baby! That feels so good! Baby, play with my balls! Tickle them for me!” Ben groaned, responding to my touch.

“Like this, baby? I love playing with your balls, baby! Do you like it?” I said, delicately fondling his nuts with one hand and gently stroking his now fully erect dick with the other.

Ben groaned his approval as a small drop of pre-cum formed on the tip. I leaned forward and flicked the drop off with my tongue, tasting him. He groaned again, thrusting his cock into my mouth.

“Baby, do it! Suck my dick! Come on, do it, my pretty little cocksucker!” he growled, his voice thick with desire.

I glanced up at him, grinning, and replied, “I’m your cocksucker, baby! I’ll suck you, baby! You love how I suck you with my hot little mouth, don’t you, baby?”

“OHHHH BABY, YESSSS!” he groaned as I took him into my mouth and began sucking his penis. He gripped my hair, guiding my head up and down his thick shaft. I gagged only once as I took him deep into my throat.

He grunted and groaned as he humped my mouth. I continued to fondle his nuts while blowing on him, working my mouth eagerly up and down his big, meaty dick. I loved it! I wanted him, I longed to taste him, to have him cum in my mouth. “Feed me!” I panted, taking my mouth off his dick only for a moment, then continuing to suck him.

“Gotta be careful, baby!” Ben exclaimed as he began to jack himself. “Let’s get down on our knees and get this party started!”

“You want to get down on your knees? Let’s get down on our knees!” I said as I moved myself closer to him, so I could get even closer to his hard cock.

As I prepared myself to pleasure him, Ben wrapped his arms around my waist and began to thrust, pushing me down onto his lap. His hands were firmly planted against my breasts, while his mouth remained firmly planted inside my mouth. As he continued to thrust, I let out a moan, begging for more. “Push, baby, push! Let me feel it!”

Ben continued to thrust, the motion growing more intense with each push. The world around us seemed to fade away as we lost ourselves in the heat of the moment. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure, fueled by our deep love and passion for one another.

We continued our passionate encounter for what felt like an eternity, until finally, Ben let out a final, earth-shattering grunt, signaling the end of his performance. I gasped for air, my body trembling with pleasure, as he pulled away, looking down at me with adoration.

“You’re so hot, baby! You’re the best cocksucker I’ve ever had!” he exclaimed, then got out of bed and began to pace the room, admiring his reflection in the mirror.

“You have no idea how much I love you, Ben,” I said, snuggling closer to him, enjoying the lingering warmth of our encounter.

“I love you too, Gina,” he replied, pulling me into a passionate embrace. "Let's get back to work!"

We continued our lovemaking, exploring each other’s bodies, lost in a world of sensation and pleasure. The night stretched on, filled with countless moments of intense passion and intimacy.

As we finally lay side-by-side in bed, exhausted but content, I realized that our renewed vows were more than just a symbolic gesture; they were a testament to the enduring strength of our love, a promise to cherish each other for all the days of our lives. It was a beautiful night, filled with love, lust, and a whole lot of pleasure. And as I drifted off to sleep, I knew that our commitment was stronger than ever.

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