We’re going to spend the rest of our lives together!

Deanna and June could barely keep their eyes off each other. June had that big doofy smile on her face that melted Deanna’s heart every time. She reached out to hold June’s hand, their new wedding rings glimmering in the sunlight as they walked down the beach.

A beautiful wedding between beautiful women deserved a beautiful honeymoon, and that’s exactly what they’d gotten at Basin Bay Resort. Beaming sunshine, crystal blue waters, and the luxurious honeymoon suite were all theirs. Even though they’d already been there for three days, Deanna couldn’t help but squeeze June’s hand in excitement.

They’d just spent several hours swimming and another few napping beneath an umbrella, and now it was time to get changed and have dinner with her wife.

My wife! Oh my gosh, she’s my wife!

“Oh, and we need to pick up the laundry, too,” June said, running her hand through her sandy blonde hair.

Right. Somehow, they hadn’t packed nearly as many clothes as they thought they had. They’d were sure they’d packed for a week, but somehow their suitcases were nearly empty when they opened them up in the room. Luckily, Judy at the front desk offered to take care of laundry at a nominal additional charge.

And it wasn’t like they needed a bunch of clothes. They spent most of their day in swimsuits enjoying the sun – and the sight of each other, of course. They only needed to dress up for dinner each night at the fancy resort restaurant.

“You head on up to the room; I’ll grab the laundry and meet you up there, okay?” June squeezed Deanna’s hand and kissed June for maybe the fortieth time that day. “I love you,” she said with that doofy smile.

“I love you, too.”

Wrapped in a towel, Deanna stepped out of the shower to the sight of June holding a black skirt, looking puzzled. “What’s that?” Deanna asked.

“They apparently misplaced our laundry. So, Judy offered to loan us some spare uniforms for us to wear dinner while they look.” June set down the skirt and picked up the matching black vest. “They look fine and all, but won’t it feel weird to wear the exact same thing as the servers and stuff?”

“Do you want to get room service instead?” Deanna rested her head on June’s shoulder, pulling her in close.

“No, it’s fine,” June said. She turned to the window, where the sun was getting close to the horizon. “A sunset dinner with my wife in the restaurant is just what I need.” Deanna’s heart raced. Wife! That’s right, wife!

June set the vest back on the bed. “You done in the shower?”

“All yours.” Deanna punctuated with a kiss on the neck.

“Awesome.” June planted a kiss in return on Deanna’s red pixie cut, then stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

Deanna looked at the uniforms that Judy had provided. They were nice uniforms, even a little cute: a black shirt and matching black vest, with a white collared shirt underneath. A bit conservative and stiff for honeymoon fashion, but they had their appeal.

She put on her last clean set of underwear and began to dress. Everything fit well, and the fabric was surprisingly soft; she relished the feeling of sliding the skirt up her legs. She felt herself flush a little.

Hold on, Deanna! The fun part comes later!

June emerged from the shower just as she finished dressing. She hadn’t bothered putting a towel on. “Damn, girl!” June said. “You’re making that uniform work for you!” She gave Deanna a playful swat on the rear. Deanna blushed, both from the flirting and from June’s shameless nudity.

“I guess I’d better get dressed, too,” her wife said.

Dinner went wonderfully. Delicious surf ‘n’ turf, fine pinot noir, and a sunset that was just as beautiful every evening she saw it. Seeing that June was almost out of wine, Deanna grabbed the bottle between them and refilled the glass.

“Oh, merci,” June said, a song in her voice.

Deanna flushed, grateful that she was already red from the alcohol. “It’s a pleasure.” And it was.

“Now allow me.” June took the bottle and refilled Deanna’s.

“Gracias,” Deanna replied. June drunken-red face turned even redder, and that wonderful doofy smile crossed her face again. Deanna felt a sudden urge to lean across the table kiss her wife right then and there, but her sense of decency held her back. If they weren’t careful, a kiss could turn into quite the public spectacle.

Instead, she reached across the table and held June’s hand in hers. “I love you.” she said.

“I love you,” June replied.

They made it back to the honeymoon suite in record time. As soon as they were in the door, they were upon each other, kissing and groping and running their hands through each other’s hair.

Deanna pushed June back onto the bed, hiking up June’s skirt and hastily removing both of their soaked panties. And then she dove in, licking and sucking and twirling and teasing with a vigor that exceeded either of the past two nights.

Something about kneeling before her wife made it so much better, so much hotter. It felt so right to serve her, to make her happy. She reached down to play with her own pussy, but that didn’t feel right. She was here to serve the woman in front of her, to give her the best experience possible. Instead, she lovingly stroked June’s legs and waist, fondling her wife’s ass and pulling that wonderful pussy closer to her.

And when she felt her wife’s pussy twitch and gush, she felt her own electric shock rip through her body. As she came, she realized: it’s a pleasure to be of service.

As her orgasm started to fade, Deanna felt June push her back onto the ground and hike her skirt up. The pleasure returned with barely a moment to rest as she felt June’s lively tongue explore every corner of her pussy. It was wonderous.

But it didn’t feel right. I should be the one serving her, she thought. It’s right to serve her.

“Wait,” she said breathlessly. June reluctantly pulled her face away, Deanna’s juices dripping from her lips.

“Let’s try this.” Deanna rotated so she could lick June’s pussy and June could lick hers. As they began to sixty-nine on the floor, Deanna felt it. This is right. It’s a pleasure to be of service.

A memory from their wedding flashed into her head. And as another orgasm crested over her, she felt her purpose lock in.

I will love, honor, and obey. And she knew that June felt the same way.