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Four Weddings

By: Four Weddings



Now Charlotte blushed but began laughing and said, "It would be pity to say no thanks to a great dinner. What do you think?"

I started laughing and said, "Right you are, but we ought to have a date first to get the kind offer validated."

Linda said, "You can't fool me." And left us alone.

The meal was great and afterwards I asked Charlotte if she wanted to see my place. She did.

After seeing the first floor with living room, dining room and kitchen Charlotte said, "It's a pity that one person lives alone in such a nice house. Lot of women would be happy to live here with a nice guy like you."

I replied, "I agree, but don't need lot of women. I would be happy if you could tell me where to find one lovely woman who would like to live here with me."

"It depends on your expectations. What is a lovely woman for you? An innocent maid?"

"No, this time I want much better. Something like you would be perfect."

Now we were standing rather close and looked each other straight in the eyes when she replied. "In that case I can give you advice where to find her."

"Please tell me where."

Now she looked almost afraid when she whispered, "Just right here."

I hugged and kissed her and asked, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm because I love you."

I held her tight and said, "I love you too, Charlotte."

After some kissing I released my grip and said, "Let's see the second floor now."

We went up there and began with the master bedroom where both of us now knew that there was no return. We had only one thing in our minds and began stripping each other as fast as we could. I got a short glimpse of her naked body and said, "You are beautiful." 

She remained silent and dragged me down to the bed where I fell above her. I was stone hard and my cock had no problem finding it's way into her wet pussy. She moaned loudly when I entered her and together we began moving at a slow pace. She was tight in her pussy and almost squeezed the last drop out of me after I had succeeded in holding my load until our dual orgasm. It was one of the most genuine lovemakings in my whole life and I could only say, "I love you, Charlotte."

She hugged me hard and whispered, "I love you too."

Of course, we forgot all thoughts about going back to work. Instead we made love once again. The only difference was that this time it lasted a slight time longer. 

While resting after the second lovemaking she hugged me and asked, "Do you really understand what you have got involved in?"

"I do." 

Then I phoned the office and said that Charlotte and I took the day off because she had promised to help me with shopping for some clothes. The girl in the reception was very professional and replied, "Have a pleasant weekend."

Charlotte and I got dressed and she went to her bank to change some of their accounts before we went to her apartment to collect some clothes and other belongings for her.

In the apartment I immediately noted what an ego-tripped asshole her husband must have been. There were a lot of magnified pictures of him but hardly any of Charlotte. 

Then she showed me a huge antique cupboard and said that it was her privately inherited heirloom and said she must take it with her or Kent would probably destroy it because he would hate both her and the cupboard. 

I rang a friend in the village who owned a Hi Ace and he promised to help me the next day. Charlotte took what she needed for the time being and decided to come back the next day for the rest.

On the road back to my house we did a stop at a supermarket to fill the fridge and kitchen cupboard with necessary groceries.

Together we succeeded in fixing a very good romantic dinner with candlelight and the best wine from my collection in the basement.

After the dinner she asked me many questions about my previous wives and why those marriages had crashed. I told her the truth so she would get the same answers every time she asked about them. She had me swear that I had never beaten any of them. I did and gave her phone numbers to Lena so she could call and ask her. Charlotte didn't do that.

Instead she asked me about Mariette, "Did something happen between you two during the business trip?"

Once again I told her the simple truth, "The Chairman of the Board and I decided to promote Mariette and she and I had a little celebration at the hotel's piano bar during the evening. Only as friends and nothing else."

"Why didn't I get that promotion? Is Mariette better than me?"

"Because you and Mariette are two different persons with different qualifications and Mariette was the best choice for that job. For example, she has to do some traveling and an understanding and supporting family will be a great advantage but nobody can regard Kent as either an understanding or a supporting husband." 

Charlotte looked a bit disappointed when she asked, "Do you know Mariette's husband?"

"Yes, I do, he is an easygoing chap. I'm sure you will like him as a friend."

Now Charlotte seemed to be very surprised, so I continued, "Please see the bright side of it. If you had been offered and taken that job, we could not do what we have done today and not do what I really hope you and me are going to do together in the future."

The only thing she could say was, "What do you hope we will do?"

"A lot. Live together in this house and if everything feels right it will come time for both of us to have children. Do you want that?"

"Are you really serious? I'm still married to Kent for at least six months and people will regard me as a cheating slut. Do you really want to have a family with me?"

"You have never cheated on me and everything will be fine."

Then I continued, "Do you want to be the mother of my children?"

Charlotte began to laugh loudly when she heard my question because more than a hundred years ago one of the great authors in this country had proposed to a young lady with that phrase. Then she replied, "Werner von Heidenstam asked a young maid that famous question but you asked a married woman."

"Okay, what will the married woman say?"

"She says, 'yes'."

It had been an exciting first date for Charlotte and me. She had decided to leave her dominating control freak husband and get involved with a man she only knew from work. I had persuaded my dream girl to have a family with me. We agreed that it had been a great day for both of us, indeed. 

After some more talking about the future she wrote a letter to Kent and after a nightcap, we went to bed for more tender sex. 

Charlotte had no pills with her and we agreed that they would be history from now on. My friend Daniel came with his Toyota Hi Ace slightly after breakfast and we went to Charlotte's apartment.

Her old cupboard was rather heavy so one of her neighbors gave Daniel and me a hand taking it out to the car. Charlotte told him the truth that she left Kent forever, and the neighbor said that he didn't blame her. She didn't take anything they had bought together, only personal belongings and things she had inherited from her relatives.

She left her letter on the kitchen table and the last thing she did was to drop her keys in the mail opening at the apartment door. I really admired her for daring to take that quantum leap in her life and hoped that she would never have any reason to regret what she did.

Daniel refused to take any payment for his help so I invited his wife Ann-Christine and his two children for lunch at the Tavern. Linda had a good laugh when she saw Charlotte and me still together. 

She said, "I was right about you lovebirds and your dinner will be at eight o'clock next Friday." 

Ann-Chistine got an idea about Charlotte and me; she invited us to a "Welcome to the village party" that evening at their house.

The party was a great event, considering that on very short notice the party was held as a Dutch treat and she had succeeded in gathering five other couples to join us. Even Linda and Aggelo joined us after they had closed the tavern and Aggelo caused many good laughs when he tried to teach a slightly tipsy Charlotte to dance some difficult Greek dance.

We rested most of the time during the day after the party. Charlotte was a little surprised nobody had been jealous when everybody danced and joked with other's spouses. Then I phoned Emil and told him the news about Charlotte and me and after congratulations from both him and Mariette I asked her if she had any suggestions about my next secretary because the company rules said that Charlotte and I could not continue to work close together. Mariette suggested a young but bright minded girl by the name of Matilda Andersson.

At Monday morning I began talking with a wrestler who worked in accounting. He agreed to spend the day at the reception just in case Kent Haraldsson came into make trouble. Then Charlotte and I went to the personnel department where we found out a qualified 18 month substitute job in accounting would be available rather soon, which would be okay for Charlotte. She accepted it. Then we agreed about Matilda Andersson and were told that she was in line for promotion.

Ten minutes later I met her in my office. She was a handsome girl in her mid-twenties, nicely dressed and with only slight make up. Obviously she had no idea why I had called for her but after I explained the situation she agreed to be questioned. She got the job.

A few minutes after ten o'clock I got a report from the reception that there had been some screaming but the wrestler had persuaded Haralsson to leave the building. He was back after lunch, that time smelling of alcohol and now he had refused to leave the building "before talking to his damn whore." This time the wrestler has assisted Haraldsson out of the building. Obviously he got the message because he didn't come back.

He sent a number of voice messages to Charlotte's cell phone. In some of them he cried and promised to change his behavior and in some others he threatened to whip her black and blue.

About eight o'clock in the evening the burglar alarm indicated somebody moving in the garden and seconds later a stone was thrown at one of the living room windows and crashed the outer self cleaning glass of the insulated three glass window. The stone thrower had ignored the warning signs about burglar alarm. That was stupid of him because now we had him recorded from the burglar system cameras. Charlotte recognized him as one of Kent's friends.

I waited one and a half hour before I rang his phone number. He was at home and I gave him a simple choice: pay the bill directly to the glazier or let the police and bailiff take care of the matter for a much higher price. He confessed and agreed to pay the glazier and even that would be rather expensive for him, obviously more than a holiday week with flight and "all-inclusive" at a nice hotel on some Mediterranean island.

Increasing numbers of burglars from the former East Europe took advantages of our nowadays almost open borders, so I had installed a rather advanced burglar alarm system. One reason was my rather expensive hunting arms but the main reason was that I used to work at home and sometimes kept secret company information at home. When I had to replace the old windows, the new ones were with insulated three glass of the latest technology with self-cleaning glass on the outside, laminated safety glass in the middle and coated energy glass against the room. The rain kept them clear on the outside and due to the energy saving I got part of the expenses were paid by the state as a tax reduction. As a rather high amount was still left for me, the funny guy who installed them promised me that the saved energy would pay for them in a hundred years or something like that. 

I gave him a beer, which he appreciated and comforted me by saying that if the calamity howlers turn out to be right and the oil price increases four times, the savings will pay for the new windows in just twenty-five years. 

While doing some private errands at a bank the next day I was threatened by a tall skinny fellow I've never seen before. He screamed a lot of threatening words at me and accused me of being a damn faggot who had seduced a good man's wife. How could such strange things ever be possible? Though my company probably was the most important customer in that bank, nobody on the staff made any attempt to stop him. Instead I noted several people behind the desk laughing. Especially one young man in his mid-twenties seemed to have a very good time. I got several pictures of him and the harasser with my cell phone. 

When I had completed my errand at the desk, I gave my card to the female clerk and told her that if this bank expected to continue the business with the company I represented, I expect to see the bank manager at my office within a half hour. She turned ashen gray when she understood the situation and began making excuses. 

Taking a beautiful wife from a local sport star had not increased my popularity in this town but I would never agree to be a laughing stock for that reason.

The bank manager arrived in 25 minutes but I let him wait for further ten while Matilda fixed a color print in A4 size of the laughing young man behind his desk at the bank.

Then I took in the now sweating bank manager, told him what a damn crap-house he was running and asked how bad they treated their average customers when one of their most important customers was treated like shit. Of course, he tried all kinds of apologies but I gave him the picture and told him, "If this damn laughing creep who seems to have a good time when your customers are harassed is still employed at your damn bank one hour after you've left this office, you can be sure forget this company as your customer."

I knew that the bank manager would have a big - and probably expensive - problem with the young man's union but obviously he regarded losing my company as a customer as a worse problem. Forty minutes after he had left my office he rang me and said that the young man had been fired. 

However, the skinny fellow had not forgotten me. When Charlotte and I got out to the company parking lot, the skinny fellow was there and rushed toward us together with a little better built cohort who immediately attacked me and then the skinny one dared to attack Charlotte, shouting, "Cheating whore - you'll get a lesson." 

Though my anger gave me extra strength, it took me at least fifteen seconds to beat my attacker down to the ground and help Charlotte. To my great disappointment I could see that none of those at least 10 -15 of our male fellow workers who witnessed the attack had lifted as much as a finger to help Charlotte. Only a young girl had rushed to help Charlotte and together they tried to hold the skinny man's arms. I hurried the few meters to them and succeeded in hitting his nose with my right fist using all my power. His knees turned to rubber and he fell slowly to the ground bleeding from his wounded nose.

The bigger fellow had climbed up and run away as fast as he could. I shouted to the skinny one to piss off very quickly if he cared about his health. He did.

Now even the some of coward men who had witnessed a woman fellow worker being attacked without trying to help her come closer and asked if they could do something for us. I told them that the only thing such damn cowards could do for me was disappear from my sight. 

Then I took care of the young girl and Charlotte. They had received some blows on their arms and took them into the building again so they could fix their clothes and wash off the blood. The girl had gotten a large stain of blood on her jacket so we took her to a ladies fashion store and bought her a new one. Before we parted, I asked her to see me in my office the next day.

When at home Charlotte told me that the young girl had immediately come to her assistance when she shouted for help. We agreed about how to handle the situation.

Not much happened the next few days except that Charlotte and I had our first quarrel one evening. It lasted several seconds and ended in a big laugh from both of us. Later in the evening we had great sex, which led me to suggest that we ought to quarrel much more often. Obviously she didn't agree because she began to hit me hard with a cushion. Even that ended in a good laugh and a new great sex session.

When resting after that great sex, she asked me, "Do you intend to demand that I do things I hate now when you've got me in your web?"

I was surprised and asked, "Do you think I'm a nasty spider?"

"What I tried to ask was if I must do things for you that I hate to do?"

"Do what?"

"When Kent got drunk he sometimes demanded to fuck my ass though he knew I hated even thinking about that and he could be very nasty when I always denied him that."

"I'm not Kent. Just say no to everything you don't want to do."

"Do you like to be sucked off?"

"I like it but if you hate that, we'll skip it. No big deal. The main rule must be that sex ought to be good for both of us." 

"I love you so much because you have been so good to me. But if you like to be sucked off and I don't want to do it, are you going to sneak away and get it from somebody else?"

"Of course not. I love you and if you are faithful to me, I will always be faithful to you."

"I love you."

Then I felt her fingers playing with my now very soft cock and to my surprise she got it at least somewhat harder so it stood up. Then she got down and kissed and wanked it until she got it real hard. I remained silent when she took it deep in her mouth and began sucking it in intensive movements. I had to pinch my arm to be sure that it wasn't a dream. She continued without caring about my wiggling when it was close for me. Instead she held me hard and took everything in her mouth and swallowed it. 

Afterwards she hugged me and said, "I had a temptation to do it out of love when I didn't have to do it and I must confess that love makes me feel quite different about many things. Doing it of love for you was sexy when doing it on his demands was only disgusting."

I got the simple message; a good guy will get good blowjobs.

The next evening I licked Charlotte. It was the first time in her life and she was wriggling like a worm before her orgasm. Once again I was rewarded with a great blowjob.

Linda kept her word and she and Aggelo held an unforgettable dinner for us and refused all talk about payment. We got our chance at pay back on another Saturday when they were invited to a wedding. Charlotte and I agreed to run the crowded tavern with only minor problems and good help from Linda's parents who took care of the cooking. 

Charlotte and I had immediately fallen into a good social life in our village with many parties with my old friends and neighbors but we attended very few events in her hometown though I was an important man there. Of course, I got many invitations to dinners and parties but said "no thanks" to all who invited me as a single though the whole town knew that I was living with Charlotte. Obviously most people who didn't know Charlotte very well regarded her as a whore because she had left her sport star husband for her boss and therefore avoided her on the invitations. It's difficult to understand the strange morale in some small towns.

I was attacked one more time. This time Mariette, Emil, Charlotte and I had been at the theater in town and after the show two men rushed at me shouting that it was the payback time. Emil immediately took control over one of them but I had a little stronger attacker who got in a few hard fists to my face before I succeeded in catching his right hand and got him down to the ground with aid of the Kubotan I had on my key ring. Two policemen, off duty, who had been at the theater, had witnessed the whole matter and they held the two attackers until a police car picked them up. I haven't heard anything from the police in that matter since then and probably the attackers got off without any consequences.