Let's Train Heroine

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Maris wasn't sure why she decided to do this, but it seemed like a fun idea. She saw her wedding day photo and heard song in the recorded crystal, and when she looked at her wedding dress in the photo, she just wanted to wear it again.

Maris looked through the house and found it. She brought it to her bedroom. Pulling it out of the protective bag, it looked just like the day she bought it. It had been two years since the marriage.

The strapless gown was white satin, and small beads and sequins adorned the bottom of it. The cathedral-length train was her favorite part.

It wasn't overly poofy, either; just slightly, not enough to get in the way. She could never stand poofy dresses. She held the dress up in front of her while looking in the mirror.

"Oh, what the hell!" Maris said with a smile. She undressed and stepped into the gown. Sure, it was a bit tight in places where it hadn't been two years ago, but it still fit pretty well. Maris seemed to have gained a bit of weight, but it only made her more attractive as weight gain was at her breast and thighs.

She took the veil out and attached it to her long, free-falling pink hair. Maris's pool blue eyes stood out against the white of the gown.

She didn't want to hide them today with the veil like she had two years ago. She gave herself a goofy smile as she pulled open her pantie drawer.

Rummaging through her thongs and panties, she found something she had bought a few weeks ago but never worn: a candy apple red baby doll style piece of lingerie.

She had to admit, Virnda was amazing—she made so many clothes and accessories for both females and males that today's fashion had completely changed. Everywhere, people began wearing clothes that were so different from before, when everyone's outfits looked the same.

Maris's 36D breasts barely fit into the cups. She was pretty sure that was the whole idea of it—and the sheer material revealed everything from her white skin, to her belly button, to just above her pussy. If it were slightly more down, her pubic hair might have been revealed. She hadn't shaved it since her marriage, so it had become a forest, but Lucan loved that.

Maris pulled out a pair of separate stockings and a sexy black garter belt. She hadn't worn this on her wedding day, since Virnda had made it a year ago.

Suddenly, she sensed her husband coming. She quickly threw the articles back into the drawer and raced to the kitchen to greet him at the door.

"Hi, honey!" Maris smiled, standing proudly in the wedding gown and veil. He kicked his boots off and stopped in his tracks as he looked her over from head to toe.

"What's going on, baby?" Lucan asked, a little shocked with a nervous laugh.

Maris shrugged. "I don't know, really. I saw our wedding day photo and I guess that made me remember our wedding day. I look stupid, don't I?" Maris suddenly felt really embarrassed.

His face softened as he stepped toward her. He caressed her face and smiled. "No, baby. No, you don't. You look so beautiful—breathtakingly beautiful."

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Maris smiled as he ran his fingers through her pink hair. He tilted her chin up slightly and kissed her rosy lips sweetly.

Maris pulled away and said, "I also heard our wedding song too."

He kissed Maris on the cheek and said, "I'll be right back," as he walked into the bedroom. Maris sat at the kitchen table, trying hard not to give in to the temptation of sneaking in.

Within a few moments, Lucan came back into the living room. "Well, I know it's not the tuxedo I married you in, but this may have to do," he explained as he stood in his best midnight black suit with a collar and black onyx buttons.

Like a little girl she was decade ago, Maris ran to him and jumped into his arms. As always, he caught her.

Maris's dress poofed around them as Lucan fell back onto the couch with her. He laughed as he stood up and set her on the floor. Lucan wrapped his right arm around the small of her back and held her hand to his chest with the other. Their foreheads met as she closed her eyes, inhaling the vanilla musk scent of his cologne.

That smell always stirred up sexual desire in her—always. It was perfectly placed on him, too; right on his neck, the best place to kiss him. Even though there was no music, they danced in a slow, lazy circle. She sighed and asked, "Do you think I'm psychotic for wanting to wear my wedding gown right now?"

Lucan laughed and kissed her forehead. "No! I think it's a cute idea. I see you took the cake out, too." She nodded.

Lucan took her hand and led her to the kitchen. He grabbed a knife and wrapped her hand around the handle. He gently curled his hand on top of hers as they made a slice in the three-tiered cake.

"You know something?" he asked as they cut out two pieces. She looked at him, waiting for an answer. He said, "You're even more beautiful today than you were two years ago." Maris smiled as she kissed him on the cheek. She noticed there was another woman's scent on his cheek. She curled her lips but decided to ask him later; for now, she wanted to enjoy the moment.

Following tradition, they lovingly fed each other a small piece of cake. However, he also put a very small dot of frosting on the tip of her nose. He lovingly kissed it off.

Maris took a finger full of frosting and placed it close to his lips. He grinned as he sucked it off. Maris could feel the tip of his tongue poke against the pad of her index finger. A jolt of sexual desire shot through her. She gasped slightly. She didn't even know how he heard it.