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The Newlyweds Chapter 9
By Marie Wadsworth
Sunday, June 10, 2012

Rated "PG" by the Author.

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Malan and Lathal visit Nurnberg and Wurzberg and they also take a romantic cruise of the Rhein River.


Chapter 9

     For the second day in a row, Malan and Lathal awoke early in order to board their tour bus. They were among the first dozen or so passengers to board the bus since it stopped in many communities to pick up others. That day’s tour would take them to Nurnberg, Wurzburg and Bingen am Rhein where they’d start their Rhein River cruise. During the cruise they’d visit Rhinestone Castle and stopover in Rudesheim where they’d have a wine tasting in the cellar of a prominent German winery.
       The only difference was their departure was an hour earlier than the previous day. So needless to say, neither one of them were in the best of moods.
      Especially not her. Once again she had not slept well and had an upset stomach since the wee hours of the morning and she’d still not recovered. She hadn’t thrown up while lying near the toilet for the second night in a row, but that didn’t mean she might not vomit on the bus. That’s why she’d strategically sat near the aisle so if she had to hurl she could quickly get to the bathroom.
       She hoped she didn’t get throw up because she didn’t want her husband finding out she wasn’t feeling well. With any luck, her illness would pass like it had yesterday. All the rich and heavy foods she had been eating of late were probably upsetting her stomach, she thought rubbing her stomach. Her body wasn’t used to the fat she was consuming so it was telling her by rebelling.
         Nibbling on a few pieces of bread and crackers usually was enough to quell any uneasiness in her stomach, but it wasn’t working. She still felt nauseous and the bus’ repetitive jostling movements only made matters worse. She’d brought some pink upset stomach remedy with her but that usually made her vomit for sure.
        What is going on? She mused, her hand stroking her unsettled stomach. Am I sick? I hope not. It has to be all the unhealthy foods I’ve been ingesting that’s bothering me.
For a brief moment, she wondered if they’d heard anything from Dr. Goodman in regard to whether or not they could have children. The family physician had said he’d have results in a couple of weeks and they’d not been there a week yet. Dismissing her worries, she turned to see her husband had gone back to sleep so she decided to do the same.
       A couple of hours later, they arrived in their first stop Nurnberg. With three hours to burn, they decided to go to the zoo. Getting directions, they made their way to the train station where they boarded the streetcar. His eyes lit up when they noticed a Weinerwald on the corner of one of the stops, and he begged her to have lunch at the famous rotisserie chicken restaurant. Laughing, she consented.
       The zoo was located on the outskirts of the city. Apparently they had plenty of regular visitors because a few of the exhibits were being remodeled. The flamingos and peacocks resided with the rest of the birds in the aviary. Flipping its colorful plumage like a fan, two peacocks strut right past them on the walking path as if they were oblivious of their presence.
         As they exited the aviary, a public address announcement told them the times that zoo staff would feed the seals as well as the dolphin shows. They had about 45 minutes before the seal feeding so they saw the elephants and monkeys. Close to the seal exhibit was a petting zoo that featured Shetland ponies and goats in addition to farm animals.
         Sticking a few pfennigs into the machine, a handful of food pellets poured out into their cupped hands. He stuffed his portion in his pockets while she used an empty plastic bag she had.  Since he hadn’t been paying attention, he let the wooden gate entrance go free so with a swift swish it swung back into position, squarely smacking him in the back side. She stifled a giggle beneath her hand as he cursed aloud, rubbing his back side.
      One of the goats that had been grazing on the grass along the fence narrowed his eyes as Malan gingerly walked into the pen. It decided that it didn’t like him and the grizzled grouchy goat smelled food so it meandered toward them. His wife laughed delightedly as she feed the lambs, goats, squirrels and birds surrounding her.
       Holding out a small pile of pellets, the Shetland pony snorted in pleasure as its nose nuzzled its way to the food. The yellow teeth crunched loudly on its meal and a couple of geese pecked at his shoes in annoyance. With a chuckle, he sprayed some food on the ground which attracted other creatures in the pen.
       By that time, the goat was determined to get some dinner. It didn’t resort to the subtle methods the other animals had used; it went right for the gold. Without asking permission, it stuck its nose into the young man’s pants pockets.
        Feeling some creature chewing on his clothes, he turned toward the ravenous goat and pushed it back. “Shoo!”
          Apparently the goat didn’t understand English because it made a beeline for his pocket and began nibbling away at the pellets it had jarred loose. Tugging on the material, he spilled enough of the food from his pocket to sate the goat but to no avail. Since it’d emptied one pocket, it went for the other pocket.
           In the process, he tried to get away from the annoying creature, but the goat was dogged in its pursuit. Lowering its curved horns it rammed him in the knees and caused him to lose his balance. He fell flat on his back side in the dirt and the goat pinned him down like an indomitable wrestler gloating over winning a match.  
         “Damn it! Get off of me!” He growled struggling to push the goat off him.
         She showed up and lured the goat away with a handful of food. As he stood up, she teased him, “Stay tuned to the next episode to see if Robin gets devoured by a goat.”
         “That’s not funny,” he said annoyed as he brushed himself off.  She couldn’t help herself, she giggled.
        As they started to walk out of the petting zoo toward the penguin and seal exhibit, she kidded him, “That goat sure had the hots for you. I think it wanted to marry you.”
        He laughed and forming his hand into a claw he grabbed for her. Cheerful glee escaped her lips as she evaded him. She didn’t do a very good job of running away because she only danced around him like a playful child. Reaching out he grabbed her by the wrist, his arms circled her waist and pulled her off the ground; she squealed.
        The noise attracted many of the zoo patrons’ attention, but he didn’t care. His eyes danced with pleasure and desire while she laughed, her legs wrapped around his waist and then his legs like it was a stripper pole. It was like dancing the tango; he pulled her off the ground and they exchanged a long passionate kiss.
        Following their exchange, they went to the seal feeding demonstration. The zoo staff had a child volunteer help them feed the animals fish. Next, they went to see the other animals and then caught the dolphin show. Their last stop was the gift shop where they bought a couple of T-shirts, a stuffed elephant and lemur and a book about Nurnberg in English.
         When they left the zoo, it was around lunchtime so they headed for Weinerwald.  She didn’t have any lingering nausea; she hadn’t had much breakfast. They licked their fingers as they ate the whole rotisserie chicken. Once they finished lunch, they had time to walk in the Hauptmarkt and stopped in front of the Schoener Brunnen. Like many other tourists they had their pictures taken in front of the wrought iron fountain.
          Her hand touched, turned the small golden ring on the fountain three times and then closed her eyes and made a wish. “Legend has it those who twist this ring thrice and make a wish it’ll come true . Some people who wish at this fountain will return to Nurnberg someday.”
          His chocolate colored eyes glowed with affection. “What did you wish for?”
          Stroking his cheek, she felt that already had new stubble growing. She smiled to herself. So he really was going to grow a mustache and a beard. Guess she’d just let him because she was sure he’d look handsome.       
        “Wishes are meant to be a secret,” her fingers crossed her heart and lips.
         “Really?” He had a challenging look in his eyes as he took a step closer to her. “You think I can’t get you to tell me?”
         She gently laughed; her hand tapped his chest. “Malan Hamel, are you trying to accuse me of using my feminine wiles to get you to tell me your deepest darkest secrets?”
         “I,” his eyes coveted her lips and sensuous body, “would do no such thing.” He took a few steps back, reached behind him and found the golden ring. Sliding up to him, his hand slid around her waist and held her close to him. She placed her hand over his and he closed his eyes as they kissed, turning the ring three times. Both of them made a wish.
          A long time later when they parted, his eyes teased her. “You already made a wish.”
         “So?” She smiled as she bantered back.  “Does it say somewhere that this fountain has a one wish per day wish?”
         “No,” he chuckled, “and don’t try to any of your feminine wiles to make me tell you what I wished for.”
         She crossed her fingers and drug them over them her heart. “I swear.” He laughed again.
         They were among the last passengers to get on the bus as it traveled to Wurzburg. The farm scenery predominate in southern Germany changed to a multitude of vineyards and river tributaries. During this leg of the journey, Malan downloaded some of the pictures he’d taken so far in their honeymoon onto his laptop.
        It took them a couple of hours to reach the German city on the Main River. The bus stopped at the top of a hill where they were able to take a tour of two of Wurzburg’s Bronze Age castles. After enjoying the old world charm of Marienburg Fortress and Wurzburg Residence, the bus took them into the central part of the city and they soaked in the beauty and grandness of the cathedral and city hall.
       One of the sites that hadn’t escaped her husband’s notice was Wurzburg had an Outback. The only American restaurants he’d seen they’d arrived had been fast-food chains so this was the first American upper scale establishments he’d seen.
        Noting the eager gleam in his eyes as they coveted the restaurant known for serving Australian cuisine, she teased. “You can’t possibly be hungry?
        “I could probably eat anytime,” he saw her smiling at him. She knew him well. He liked to eat and cook; as an actor he had to watch what he cooked and ate because he had to keep his body in good condition and to stay in shape. “I know.” He laughed quietly. “I guess I’m just surprised to see a more upscale American restaurant here.”
         Back on the bus, they rode for another couple of hours to arrive in Bingen am Rhein with its vibrant emerald wine chateaus and city with its old world charm. A long line of tour buses parked along the river way.
        Their feet crunched as they walked down the winding path to the dock where the majority of the passengers got on a large barge, but they didn’t.
        Staring after the departing barge with a perplexed look on her face, she realized what was going on when a yellow boat chugged its way to the dock. Her husband had arranged for their own private cruise on the Rhein River. Expensive but incredibly romantic!
        He looked like a swashbuckling pirate as he had one foot on the boat and the other on the dock; his hand extended toward her. Willingly she took his hand and walked on board; he swung the other leg onto the ship. Exploring her new surroundings, she found that the ship had an expensive deck with cushioned lounge seating along the railing, its own scullery and grand bedroom.
         After she finished her brief tour of the boat, Lathal watched Malan from the doorway of the kitchen; she smiled because it was the first time in their marriage that her husband pursued his favorite pastime of cooking. Pleasant sizzling of oils cooking vegetables, bamboo shoots and meat as his knife quickly chopped celery. His hand picked up a handful and spilled the pieces into the black iron skillet.  
         Her feet softly tread across the tiled floor as she came up behind him. Her warm lips brushed the nape of his neck. Her hands caressed the tenseness in his muscles while she moved the material of his polo shirt around so she could rain gentle affection on his throat and shoulders. A thrill coursed him; he closed his eyes.
        “I have a fantasy about you cooking,” she whispered, her soft petals grazed his jaw.
     Slowly turning, his hands kneaded their way from her shoulder to arms until he was holding her hands in hers. His passionate eyes met hers. “Oh yeah? What’s yours about? Maybe I’ve had the same fantasy.”
      “Maybe I should show you,” she rolled up his shirt inch by inch as she tenderly kissed him.
       With her hands caressing the bare skin beneath, she took off his shirt. Her lips gave his chest and back a warm, wet, erotic massage. In his mind, he pictured how his hand had forcibly moved ingredients, oil, pots and other cooking essentials cleaned a space on the counter. With familiar fingers he seductively removed her blouse and skirt and lifted her up on the counter where they’d make love.
         Sweat beaded up on his forehead; he found it difficult to concentrate. 
         “Is it hot in here?” he rasped turning down the heat on the Chinese dish he was cooking.
       “Uh huh,” she murmured, her teeth nipping playfully at his shoulders. “I imagine many of your female fans would love to see you like this.” 
       His fans had seen him with a shirt and even in an almost state of undress in a shower scene where he had nothing on but a towel on “Caped Crusaders.” They’d probably love to see him naked or have an opportunity to make love to him, but the show’s producers had a code of decorum and propriety that didn’t include nudity or constant sex. On top of that she knew him and intimacy was reserved only for her.  
     He regarded her. Had she been reading his mind?
     “After the success of the charity bachelor auction I was in.” She remembered the event. She’d bid on him, but the price had gone higher than she could afford so a wealthy widow won. The widow had insisted that the two lovers go on the date together but they both refused to accept the woman’s gesture. Malan had been a gracious gentleman and treated the widow to the time of her life. “Before our wedding my agent asked me if I’d pose like this for a charity calendar, and I told him I’d think about it.”
     She smiled. His hesitation had nothing to do with the fact that he was concerned she’d be jealous or wouldn’t approve. It was because her husband was reserved.
      “The calendar’s a fundraiser for the American Heart Association,” he said stirring the concoction. “I was thinking about doing it in honor of your dad.”
      Tears stung the corners of her eyes.  
       Gently his fingertips brushed the moisture coating her eyes. “I’ll email my agent and let him know I’ll do it when we get back.”
        “I love you.”
         “I know,” he tenderly kissed her but it didn’t stop there.
         His hands roved over her breasts as he held her close, his lips devouring hers in a passionate assault. Her hands deliberately stroked him along the zipper where his bulging mass pressed. A desirous groan escaped his lips.
        “How hungry are you?” She purred snaking her fingers around his waistline.
        His brown eyes glowed with love as he huskily rumbled. “That’s a dangerous question.”
       “Well, you’ve never burned a meal since I’ve known you,” she teased him, her eyes reflecting the deep devotion she had for him.
        “I’ve also never not finished cooking a meal before,” he grinned, glancing at their less than half prepared dinner still in the skillet.
         Pulling her into his embrace, he gave her a passionate kiss and she let herself enjoy their ardent exchange. Lips against lips, heart to heart, she seemed to lose track of time and he wasn’t paying attention to his cooking. Regretfully disengaging, her lips mere inches from his; her fingers splayed across his chest. “I better stop distracting you.”
           “Who says you’re distracting me,” his tender kiss met her lips as he unbuttoned her blouse.
            She definitely wanted him and she too had a fantasy about making love in the kitchen. “Malan,” she nuzzled her nose along his neck where she left a trail of tender kisses. “There’s no where we can order takeout.”
            “I know,” he said quietly, his body swaying and she moved with him in a slow dance for which they didn’t need music.
        She felt the heat of his body against hers; her lips quivered vibrating over his like soft, firm and wet brush strokes. Her mouth showered his cheeks with hot sizzling caresses, and then she nibbled on each of his lips like they were chew toys.
     His warm breath grazed her cheeks. His mouth pressed against hers with a hunger that raged inside of him. Her kiss was so damn intoxicating that he lost himself in the exchange as he raised his mouth to hers again and again, wanting nothing else but to drown himself in her petals.
     “I think you and I should go to bed,” she softly suggested.
      Her hands moved with urgency toward his loins where she found his aching, throbbing machine restricted inside his jeans. She gently stroked him fueling his fire and at that moment he wanted to live his fantasy and take her right there.
       Gently picking her up, he laid her on a clean spot on marble counter top.
His hands peeled off her shirt. They snaked around her back unhooking her lacy bra that he carelessly threw at the camera. His hands roved in a circular motion over her knobs tingling in response to his touch. She squeezed his butt as his mouth drifted down her neck to her breasts.  
        The tip of his tongue teased her piqued nipples becoming firmer and harder. Wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders, she licked his neck like an affectionate puppy. He gently suckled her breasts like an eager infant.
     "Uhh," her voice shook with need and passion as she shuddered with pleasure.     "Malan.”
       His heart melted when she said his name. He gently lifted her chin, gazing deeply into her shy, yet warm and loving bluish green eyes. His eyes, filled with hunger, desire and love, worshiped every inch of her body. She batted her eyes flirtatiously, fondling him.
     He moaned; his mouth connected with hers. She unzipped his jeans and freed hid throbbing mass, and then naked she wrapped her legs around his hips. He shifted his body to support both of their weights. He kissed her eyelids, nose, mouth, chin, neck and breasts as he thrust himself deep inside her.
      Ready and willing she let him fill her up. Her muscles squeezed his hardness as she bucked beneath him, increased the pace of their coupling. "Uhh, uhh, uhh," she moaned increasing his hunger and need.
     Their lovemaking was so good, so right, and so perfect. It got better and better every time.
     He rode her hard and fast. She uttered a moan, exploding all over him, followed by his powerful eruption inside her.
     Sated, satisfied and complete, they enjoyed basking in the afterglow. After a while, they broke their joining. Huddled together, their hearts rhythmically pounded as one.
     Her hands cupped his face in her hands as she tenderly pressed her lips to his. "I love you, Malan."
     She felt his manhood stirring to life against her leg. Her eyes teased him. "Again?"
     His eyes twinkled with love and desire. His tongue wrestled with hers inside his mouth reawakening their passion. His hands explored her body ready and willing to share herself with him. He melted into her.
      “Do you think you could make it to the bedroom this time?” Her bright loving eyes teased him.
    “I’ll try,” he whispered.
    Tenderly kissing her, she made a delighted chuckling sound as he scooped her up and carried her into their cabin. He laid her down on the bed and he enticed her with the tenderness of his touch and passion in his kisses.
     It didn’t take long before they soared together as one again and again experiencing their ecstasy together as they had before.
      The sliding balcony door to their room was open and a cool sea breeze greeted her. She lay nestled in the warmth of his arms, listening to what seemed like the siren song fabled to be heard along the Rhein River. Kissing his chin, the sheets softly rustled as she climbed out of bed. Her bare feet thread across the wooden deck, and she admired the starry summer sky.
        Rudesheim’s lights cast a warm, friendly light on their yacht that was tied up to the dock. Coming up behind her, he wrapped a sheet around her as he kissed the back of her neck. She turned toward him; his warm, firm, masculine mouth covered hers, swallowing her lips whole. She felt nice and so did he -- especially his aching lower extremidity, felt nice.
       In that tender moment, his stomach growled; she gently laughed. “Perhaps we should get dressed and go eat at The Lorelei Winery.”
       “I really wanted to cook for you.”
       “We’re married.” Her love glowed in her bluish green pools. “You’ll have plenty of opportunities and chances to cook for me.”
        The tender, passionate kiss he laid on her lips indicated his silent agreement. Stepping away from her slightly, he looked at her his eyes dancing in excitement. “I had an idea. We can sleep aboard the boat tonight and then in the morning rent a car and drive to Berlin. We can stay there a day or two and then go to Baden Baden.”
      They had everything with them so it would be an easy change to their itinerary.
       “Sounds good.”
      After they dressed, they went into the charming city. Hand in hand they strolled past the buildings, businesses and restaurants, many of which had grape vines or ivy growing on them. The guitars, tambourines and clash of the cymbals weaving together gave the music pouring into the streets gave the cool summer night seem like it was magic.
         The gypsy music stylings provided their dinner entertainment. For the first time they had an opportunity to have seafood. She had halibut and he, trout and for desert they treated themselves to Italian ice.
       He didn’t know how much wine his wife had drank because as soon as her glass became almost empty they were immediately refilled. Even though he had been drinking beer, it had flowed as plenty as the wine had, so he was buzzed by the time they had their tour of the winery that was concluded with a wine testing in a wine cellar.
           Neither of them had been to a wine tasting before so after seeing the disgust on their faces from the dry wines they tried first, the winery worker explained they could spit out the liquor into the copper bowl in the center of the table. They bought a couple of bottles and the rest they shipped back to the United States.
         Both of them blindly stumbled and weaved their way back to the ship. She threw herself on him, kissing him as she clawed at his clothes trying to undress him.
          He stepped away from her. Both of them had been drinking and neither of them was in control.
          His warm, firm, masculine mouth covered hers, swallowing her lips whole. She felt nice and so did he -- especially his aching lower extremidity, felt nice.
          He stepped away from her. He'd tasted the flavor of alcohol coating her lips. Again she saw the concern reflected in his brown eyes that blended in the darkness. He was worried that she'd had too much to drink and wasn't in full control. The buzz she had made her wilder than her usual want but she was in full control of her senses.
          Cocking her head sideways, she flipped him an amused look. "What's the matter, Baby?"
          “Don’t get me wrong. I want you.” Yearning swam in his chocolate colored eyes. “But I don’t think we should do this.”
          Her fingers fell like raindrops in a jagged line downward. She lovingly fondled his pulsating hardness. His body tingled thrilled by her touch.
          “Why not?” She pouted, teasing him by swaying her full, heaving mounds across his chest, delighting in the desire she elicited that was reflected in his biceps, triceps and abs.

          He groaned softly, "We’re both drunk.”
          “So?” She gracefully arched her back. Her long blonde hair cascaded behind her. She emphasized her sensual shape of her supple breasts and tender neck. She found his hands, moving them across her clothing, making him feel her sensitive skin.
          She really knew how to turn him on. She knew he couldn't get enough of her. He closed his eyes, kissing her hard. She'd gone wild, and he really wanted to tame her.
          “Lathal, I…,” he said huskily. “ … I really shouldn’t take advantage of you.”
          “I know you. You won’t take advantage of me.” She fondled her breasts and womanhood during her dirty dance. 
          Overpowering her mouth with his, he leaned into her, pressing his erection between her legs. “I’m warning you if you don’t stop …” She writhed seductively against him. “Lathal,” he moaned. “Baby.”
             Gently she pulled him down on the bed with her. Spreading her legs, he groped her, his hands moved over her yearning sex pot. She writhed in response to his gentle, quick, expert, intense strokings.
          She rode the sea of passion crashing over her, created by his intimate caress. Her eyes rolled back. Her lips parted slightly, she let out a long, desirous moan.
          "Oh, yes, Baby," he said pleased, feeling her creamy essence lathering his fingertips.
          "That was nice," she softly complimented him, kissing his lips.
          "Mmm," he murmured in agreement. He loved her, and he liked making her feel good and giving her pleasure.
          She slumped on the bed to catch her breath and compose herself. He twisted his hips, propping himself on his elbows, lightly brushing his lips against her shoulder.
          "Lathal," he whispered.
          She answered him with a snore.
          He smiled. He draped his hand over her hips, letting himself fall asleep beside her.

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