Southern Hospitality – 3 of 3 [FM]

Last post of the story of how I met my wife.

[Part 1](https://reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/b9gfgi/southern_hospitality_fm/)

[Part 2](https://reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/b9v2o1/southern_hospitality_part_2_fm/)

When I moved down south, Mallory made me feel more at home than I ever had. I scaled back
my travel and put down roots over the next handful of months.

When she was on a bachelorette weekend, I drove over to her parents house and asked if they would give me their blessing. I stressed that I wasn’t going to propose soon, but I wanted them to know I was serious. They told me they had a shotgun and loved their kids, but ultimately gave me the go-ahead.

That Sunday afternoon when Mallory got back into town, she came over to my place and we decompressed (had sex and laid there) and she told me about her weekend. “When we get married, I don’t want all this drama.”

We actually hadn’t talked about marriage to that point, and when she realized what she said she looked to see if she scared me. I told her I’d marry her however she wanted, whenever she wanted. I admitted I’d already talked to her parents about it.

We talked a little more, and eventually I got out of bed and nakedly on one knee asked her to marry me.

I already had the next week off because I had to burn vacation days, and she was off too. We were planning on staying around town, but decided to go make it official. I used my travel points to get last minute flights and hotels, and we left the next day.

Within 48 hours of me proposing, we were married in the sand, with her looking stunning in a simple white dress.

As I carried my bride into our room, we noticed the hotel had sent up strawberries, champagne, and chocolate. I took her dress off of her and laid her on our bed and kissed every square inch of her body that I could reach. I sliced the strawberries and put them on her neck, nipples, belly button, and above her pussy. I worked my way around her body, and replaced what I ate when I went to the next area.

Eventually when I got to her neck again she grabbed my cock and started stroking me. I couldn’t help but climb on top and start making love, and eventually we flipped over and she rode me while I kissed her, touched her, and came inside her.

We washed the strawberries off of us, I called down to room service to change our sheets (and tipped as an apology for the strawberry stains), and went to our dinner reservation.

We eventually ended up on the beach that night, and found out how hard beach sex is. We retreated to the room and made use of the balcony furniture, with waves crashing in the background.

Before we fell asleep, I made a joke about still getting blowjobs even though we were married. She laughed and in her southern accent said, “We’ll see about that.”

I woke up in the middle of the night to her kissing my neck and rubbing my cock. As I got fully awake, she winked and went down on me. Marriage is fun.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/baw7ta/southern_hospitality_3_of_3_fm