The Wedding Feast

It was four pm in France and a groom and bride were seated at the wedding table consuming champagne and poached turkey breast. They had just finalized the civil matrimony and the groom was fixated on finalizing the marriage consummation in the bridal chamber upstairs. He was consumed by a subtle but burning fire which emanated from the sparkle in his bride’s eyes. A fire that kindled from his bowels of hell and aroused in him a desire like no other. He chose her because he knew she’d be good in bed and her ripe breasts were a testament of such heavenly ornaments. He had to hide his lust from his bride who was a devout Christian. She had not yet been properly plucked and her erogenous zone had yet to be discovered. The only reason she had consented to the marriage was because she was up in age at thirty seven with no prospects of any other proposals for the foreseeable future. It was either marriage or the convent and deep down she believed that such a beauty as herself belonged to the world and not in a cloister. She would manage the finances of her husband and stay at home writing letters and answering the phone. It was a marriage of convenience to a wealthy accountant. Now they were seated around a round table with their guests and the groom stood up to make a toast.

“I raise this glass in celebration of this divine matrimony! May we fill Her Cup with the union of sun and moon. May we drink from her Cup and feel the rapture thereof!”

There was an awkward silence and then a huge round of applause from the seated guests who numbered in the hundreds. The band resumed its merry tune and wine glasses clicked as others toasted to the marriage of Rubin Mayweather and Charlotte Bloom. Three hundred guests cheered in unison as the bride and groom drank from each other’s cups while standing over the wedding table. The couple proceeded to the ballroom floor where they were to begin their first dance. Charlotte the bride was dressed in a white lace gown while Rubin wore a black tuxedo with a red bow tie. The couple walked to the center of the dance floor while the band began playing a jazz tune.

“May I have this dance?“ asked the groom.

“Of course you may,” smiled the bride as they linked hands and began a waltz. The champagne was making her giddy and she was enjoying all the attention which she hardly ever got in real life. She was a librarian who was living alone in Vancouver, Canada. That’s where she had met the accountant-groom who proposed to her three months prior. He was widowed at forty five and she was single at thirty seven. It was a mystery how such a beauty had evaded matrimony prior but as she had told the accountant, she was very picky and had missed the window of opportunity after passing thirty years which was considered old for marriage. As the accountant already had children from his first marriage, he was less interested in starting a family and more interested in finding a life partner. Both were soft spoken and meek creatures who seemed a fine couple. Only the widower had a quirky nature unlike any other as he frivolously complied the accounts of big businessmen in the Vancouver area. One client, Mr. Z as we shall refer to him, exposed him to a lucrative business where pleasure and pain had met in a compromise so to say. Mr. Z produced and exported sexual paraphernalia such as ropes and whips that were used in Masonic lodges all over North America and Europe. The accountant himself was initiated into the order but he kept this a secret even from his bride to be who believed that he was innocent as a dove and that he’d provide her with all of the security she possibly needed. After an hour or so of ballroom dancing, the accountant dismissed the couple politely.

“If you will excuse us, it is our wedding night and we have a honeymoon to start.”