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Four Weddings

By: Winterfrog



Many thanks to Techsan for editing this story.

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I, Thomas Rydbeck, am a hated stranger in this small Scandinavian town where I have my job. Everybody in town knows what I did and for the time being a lot of people out there really hate me. The simple reason for their hate is that I seduced a very beautiful woman who was married to a popular local sports star. Her husband had serious problems after their divorce so his friends and supporters are accusing me for spoiling his career. 

Though many of her ex-husband's acquaintances ought to know the truth about him, they still are blaming me for his problems but so far it is only five of them who have taken physical actions against his ex and me. They caused an expensive window to crash and resulted in some bruises on my face. It doesn't matter what I say or do or how well I explain what really happened, I will always be regarded as the horny asshole who could not resist temptation to trick the beautiful married woman cheating on her loving innocent husband and breaking their happy marriage.

Of course, my version of these matters is quite different and the seduced woman had no objections about the content of this story when she read it.

I was born and raised in a nice village only 12 kilometers from the town where I still work at the same job as before the love affair. Between the small town and my village is a narrow stream, which today is the border between two counties. But some hundred years ago that stream was the border between two hostile countries fighting many cruel wars. Today my side is regarded as the "good guys" who won the last of the wars and took over the land beyond the stream. That's why people from other parts of our country still can be disliked there as damn strangers for some simple reasons, usually for taking over a beautiful local girl or a good job from the local people. 

After my army service and technical education at one of the best schools in the country I got a job at a multinational company and spent almost ten years for them abroad in countries like Brazil, Philippines and Angola. While in Brazil I had good times as a jolly single and with two rather short relationships. But before going to the Philippines and Angola I had met Evelina, a lovely girl and married her. When my job in Angola came to the end, so did my marriage with Evelina. Back home again I rather soon happened to meet a pretty girl by the name of Lena, fell in love again, and succeeded in getting a Managing Director job only 136 kilometers from her old hometown in the north where her parents and sister were still living. The Northerners regarded such distance as a "stone's throw". 

My marriage problems began when Lena couldn't find a suitable job. After a while she wanted and I bought her a flower shop, which was a big mistake because from that moment I hardly saw her. She got involved in an environmental movement and spent long evenings in the damn shop, which after the closing time became some kind of a club for her strange friends, usually six days a week. She even went to see her parents every Sunday. 

After two years in the North I had turned my company's red figures to a fair profit, which got me a reputation as a miracle man. I began to get job offers from other parts of the country. Lena and I had a serious quarrel when I suggested we become a real family with children and move southward because I was really fed up with the long cold northern winters. Lena refused and a few days later we agreed that living together with such different expectations was not a fair deal so we split up without any hard feelings. I quit my job within a few months after our split up and went southward again.

I didn't hesitate at all when I was offered my present job as a managing director of a local industry only 12 kilometers from my old native village. When my parents retired and bought a house in Torremolinos on the sunny Mediterranean coast of Spain, they sold their house to my sister and her husband. Almost at the same time that I got my new job, my sister's husband got such a great job offer that he couldn't resist it. It was almost 300 kilometers away, so they sold the house to me. Now I was back to the basics.

At the job I rather soon found out that minor changes resulted in good figures in the books and therefore there was no need to immediately go into a big reorganization, which would turn too many people against me. I had kept the old secretary, Mrs. Janson, who knew everything worth knowing about everybody in the office and was of great help for me. I let her do her job as she used to do and though she was much older than I, we rather soon became very good friends and a successful managing team for the company.

When I took the job, Mrs. Janson had told me that she would retire about a year later when her husband retired. They had plans for moving to southern Spain, which is for EU citizens what Florida is for retired people in the US.

Three months before her retirement Mrs. Janson asked me if I had any plans for a new secretary and as I didn't, she came up with a suggestion. She knew a bright young wife, a relative of hers, who didn't like her present job and in Mrs. Janson's opinion would fit in perfectly for the job after her. No harm to take a look at her, I thought, and we booked an appointment.

On the day of our appointment, Mrs. Charlotte Haraldsson was in my office on the dot. I was surprised at what a gorgeous woman she really was, very beautiful, dressed very nice but not sexy and with a very easygoing manners. So far a very positive surprise, indeed. 

Mrs. Janson brought us coffee and cakes, looked at us with a smile in her face and said, "Good luck to both of you."

I asked Charlotte to sit down and have her coffee while I took a close look at the certificates she brought with her. 

The silence remained for almost five minutes until I asked her to tell me what she thought I ought to know about her, why she quit her previous jobs and why she wanted to work for me at this company. She did it well and without spicing her story with any unnecessary mumbo jumbo. My next question was about what salary she expected.

She knew her value and I couldn't see anything wrong in that. After a few more questions and some small talk I promised to call her the next day about the job.

Charlotte had impressed me in several ways. No doubt that she was the perfect secretary for me but she even had other qualifications. Though I had never pretended to be a saint of any kind, far from it, I had never used any of my positions at my work to seduce female workers. But there's always the first time and as soon as Charlotte had left my office I knew that getting her panties off would my secret dream. 

After a short talk with one of her previous chiefs, I called Charlotte and offered her the job for six months on trial for a slightly less salary than she had expected and promised her a new negotiation after the trial time. She accepted and that was the beginning of a new era in my office.

Mrs. Janson soon learned that my hiring of Charlotte had caused some crap behind my back because it wasn't my job to hire people and the union accused me of giving benefits to Charlotte because her husband was a sport star instead of promoting the best qualified of the other secretaries. I never asked what she did but it didn't take long for Mrs. Janson to clean out all complaints about Charlotte.

Charlotte and I worked surprisingly well together from the very beginning. Though I couldn't deny that I was falling in love with her, I avoided all attempts to show any personal interest in her. There was no need to hurry such matters and better to act hundred percent correct until the right moment for a seduction appeared, if it ever did.

However, sometimes she showed me moments of extra attention and gave me such a tender smile that I really didn't know what to do. Somehow I had to find out if she was only teasing me for fun or if she had serious feelings for me. 

One thing that worried me was that Charlotte began to be in a sad mood when she came to the office, nowadays more often than when she began her work.

The problem got worse when we had booked a two-day business-trip to the national capital to negotiate with a government office and see important customers. Everything was fine until the morning before the day of departure for the trip. All meetings were booked and our tactics for the negotiations were carefully planned. Charlotte was crying when she came to the office in the morning and told me that her husband wouldn't allow her to go on that trip.

What could I do? I tried to find out the reason why he didn't trust her but she hadn't any answer to that and swore that she had never been unfaithful and hadn't any plans for being unfaithful on the trip either. 

I called Mariette Hallersten, who was working as secretary at our accounting department. Though even she was married, she agreed to go with me on that trip. I knew that she was a clever woman but the problem with her was that, according to what Mrs. Janson had told me earlier, Mariette had been promised to get the better paid Managing Director's secretary job I gave to Charlotte and therefore probably didn't like me very much. 

Mariette was a classy lady and I couldn't blame her because she was a bit chilly but very correct toward me during our express train journey to the capital. However, though she probably for the time being didn't like me much better than a boil on the ass, she continued to be a little chilly but very proper toward me and did a surprisingly good and very professional job during the first day of our trip. Together we were a good team during the negotiations with government officials and got much better results than I ever dared to expect. 

Like an average man in all matters, I even got some naughty thoughts in my mind about how it would be getting into her panties in some way or other. But I knew that was totally out of the question and I had to clear my head from such imaginations.

But I couldn't drop Mariette from my mind and suddenly an other idea hit me like lightning. I had always dared to do unexpected things to win advantages, which is why I was successful in the north, which had impressed the members of the board of my present company when they began to search for a new Managing Director. I neither could nor wanted to say "no thanks" to the offer they gave me. 

Back at our hotel after our business connections, I asked Mariette if we could have dinner together that evening and she replied, "Is that an order or private invitation?"

"I can't give you any orders before we begin to work tomorrow morning but it would be an 

opportunity for us to talk about some important matters, this evening here rather than later at my office."

She got a worried look when she asked, "Are you dissatisfied with me or my work today in any way?"

"No, not at all. You did a good job today and you don't have any reason to worry about anything from me. I don't harass female co-workers."

For the first time during the day she gave me a smile and replied, "I've never regarded you to be on such low level and I must say that I was impressed today about how you worked for solutions instead of harping on problems. Of course we can have dinner together."

The dinner was eaten during pleasant small talk about non-work related matters. We shared a bottle of a rather expensive wine, which made Mariette a little worried until I told her that it was on the company because this day was the first step of it into new era for our old company. Mariette looked confused because she didn't understand anything about what I said. I let her remain confused until we got to the coffee and Cognac.

Then I said, "Dear Mariette, I've kept you curious long enough and it's high time to tell you some important news. I've had an idea today and after a serious talk with the Chairman of the Board he agreed with me and gave me the green light to go on. As you know, one of our department chiefs is going to retire and it is time to begin to search for his successor

and today I found the right person."

Mariette looked even more confused when I continued, "Dear Mariette, this old company is now taking a step to the new era and it is a great pleasure for me as the Managing Director to offer you, Mariette Hallersten, the position of being our first female department chief."

She was shocked, stared at me for a while before she said, "You can't be serious. Why me?"

I gave her my best smile and said, "Because you did a very professional job together with me today, though I hardly fit on your top 100 list of preferred fellow workers." 

She smiled back and replied, "I've never had dinner with somebody who didn't fit on that list. I was impressed with how you acted today, which put you on my list. But please tell me, are you serious?"

"Yes, I am."

"But why? I'm a secretary, not an engineer."

"You don't need to be an engineer. You will be the spider in the web that keeps all things rolling on towards the same goal. Eric will be your mentor for a while and I will be there if you need me. Let's go to the piano bar and celebrate it."

I told her that her promotion would be a secret for a while but if she trusted her husband she could tell him. On our way to the bar her husband called her cell about something regarding one of their children and when she told him the news, he had insisted that we have a bottle of Champagne on him. I tried to say that it would be on the company, but Mariette didn't accept that and rushed to the barman, who smiled and gave her a hug.

Of course I had heard many rumors about how female fellow workers had been easy prey during promotion celebrations and couldn't deny that Mariette could have been a great trophy fuck. But I had begun to like her so much that I would never be a bad guy toward her so I skipped all naughty thoughts about her during the evening. 

We had a pleasant evening at the bar. Mariette was a good singer and got a long applause after singing a song together with the piano player. However, as we had important work to do the next day, we called it a night rather early. Of course, we did it in separate rooms.

At breakfast she thanked me for the promotion and for a pleasant evening. Once again we did good negotiations for our company during the day. On our way back home onboard the express train she asked me if she could ask me a question in a very private matter. 

I agreed and she asked, "Are Charlotte and you having an affair?"

I replied with the truth, "No. Why do you ask?"

"Because there are some gossips about that at the company."

"Charlotte is a very lovely woman and I wouldn't have hesitated a second to begin courting her if we had met at a non-work-related party somewhere but as you probably noted yesterday, I don't harass married female co-workers. Never done that."

"I'm very grateful for that because I'm a faithful wife to a loving husband who trusts mea hundred percent. But it is a quite different matter with Charlotte because she is married to a real creep. I can bet a month's wage that Charlotte loves you but doesn't dare to take the first step. Several girls at the office asked me to have a serious talk about her with you."

"She has never told me anything negative about her husband. The only thing I know about him is that he is a star of the local soccer team."

Mariette looked at me for a while before she replied, "I know that she's been beaten several times without any real reasons. He is so jealous that she will never be allowed to go with you on a business trip like this."

"I can't deny that I've suspected that something is wrong and have even asked her if she had some problems. She said no so I didn't know it was as bad as what you told me. How well do you know Charlotte and her husband?"

"One of my husband's best friends is cousin to Kent Haraldsson and has told us many times what an asshole he really is. He has cheated on her but hardly allows her to dance with somebody else at parties."

It was obvious that things were worse than I had expected so I asked, "Why doesn't she leave such a monster?"

"She doesn't dare to do that without help. Therefore you will be the perfect knight in shining armor to save the poor beauty from the dragon. Of course, you don't get any half kingdom but I'm sure you'll get a lovely spouse. I and most of our co-workers will support you as much as we can."

"What about you? Didn't you accuse her of taking the job you wanted?"

"She didn't take any job and after I heard about her problems I feel sorry for her. You gave the job to her and I can't deny that I disliked you like hell for a while but you have been a good chief for the company. Most people like you and after having the pleasure to know you better I must confess that I even changed my mind about you."

With a bright smile she said, "I swear that I did most of it before you gave me that new job." 

We shared a taxi from the train station at a town some distance from ours and when we stopped at her place, her husband happened to be out in their garden. I thanked him for the Champagne and my first impression of him was that he was an easygoing fellow. After small talk we agreed to meet at a pub after work the next day for some chat.

Charlotte was in a sad mood again the next morning and I didn't ask her any more questions about her cancelled business trip. Instead she got short information about the negotiations and that everything was under control.

Mariette's husband Emil and I had our talk after work. He was curious to know why his wife had been promoted to a top job and was told the truth, that I had seen her qualifications during our first negotiations when we had a few slight problems and she acted like an experienced sidekick for me so we could get out of the problems and turn them to our advantage. During my report to the Chairman of the board he and I agreed that promoting a clever female would be right in time and fit perfectly into our male dominated organization. Not any easy job, but she would do it.

Then we had a long talk about Charlotte, who was living in much worse conditions than I had understood. Emil asked me about my plans for her and said that both he and Mariette had hopes that I would find out something. I told him that it was difficult to do anything if she refused to let us help her. However, I had never been in an equal situation before and promised to do my best to help Charlotte in some way or other and keep him apprised about how it went.

The next day Charlotte told me that her husband was away from town with his soccer team until Sunday evening why I invited her to lunch. We went to my favorite tavern, L & A, in my home village.

While waiting for our food I told Charlotte the story about the owners of that tavern. A local girl, Linda, went to a Greek island, Crete, with two friends for a two-week long vacation. There she met a handsome young Greek, Aggelo, fell in love with him and they had a very romantic holiday fling. Back home they continued with text and voice messages for a couple of weeks until their fling began to fade into memories. 

When Linda found out that she was pregnant, she rang Aggelo who took the first possible flight to Scandinavia to see her. After a while they were married and opened a tavern in our small village, a real mission impossible in the common opinion. However, everybody in our village wanted the young couple to succeed and began to support them as much as they could. Today they are doing well with customers coming from a large area.

Charlotte looked at me and said, "True love can make wonders."

Then Linda came with our meals. After our usual small talk she said, "You two look so happy that I begin to think about saying 'Congratulations'. If I'm right, there will be a romantic dinner on the house one evening. When will it be okay for you?"


Four Weddings and a Baby Shower



[This is a Jack Grierson story, following from the 10 Chapters of Her Fiancé's Father.] 

* * * * * * * 

1. "Everyone is horny at weddings," said Jack, leaning back on the bar. "You just have to press the right buttons."

"Most everyone at weddings is already hooked up," countered Howard. "So what's the point?"

Jack Grierson and his old friend Howard Wentworth were at the wedding of Howard's older daughter, Taylor at the Old Ivy City Club. The Wentworths were old money and she was marrying Bradley Morgan, alum of an elite prep school and Harvard, now a rising star on Wall Street. The evening ceremony was just over, the Best Man and Maid of Honor had both done their speeches and the toasts had been drunk. The reception party was in full swing. Howard had booked the entire club and half the guests had changed into swimsuits to take advantage of the pool. Howard had flown in one of the best DJs in the business and the small dance floor was also full.

"That's exactly the point. Almost everyone's hooked up and taking their partners for granted. It's a potent combo -- horny and ignored. You can take your pick of women."

"For example?"

"Look at the Maid of Honor, the little Pakistani girl, Jia Khan. She's definitely a hot little number, let me tell you. And secondly, check out that woman who's just pulled herself out of the pool, the one in the black bikini."

The woman Jack alluded to was wet up to her neck and dripping, but she'd kept her head above water. Her dark hair and dangly earrings were dry. Her powder blue eyes were clear, with no redness from the chlorine. 

"That's Nikotai Mathieson, she's in Art School with Taylor. See the guy right by her? That's her fiancé, Russell Paine."

Nikotai was in her early twenties, with just enough fat to give her a mouth-watering shape. She was not classically pretty, but had just the right curves set to a man's pulse racing -- a generous, but tight ass, full, rounded breasts and an incredibly sexy abdominal swell, set off with a perfect belly button.

"She's hot and looking for it," said Jack.

"She's getting married to Russell next week. If she's hot, she's hot for him."

The DJ put on a new track and as the heavy beat drifted out, Nikotai began to gyrate her hips and undulate her shoulders, causing her firm breasts to jounce in a sensual manner. She backed her ass into Russell, running her butt crack up and down the front of his shorts. He continued to talk to one of his buddies, oblivious to her movements. However, her sexy display got Jack half hard.

"Just look at him ignore her," Jack breathed. "She's asking for it and he's giving her the brush-off."

"I wouldn't waste time with her," said Howard.

"And why not?"

"She was complaining to me earlier this evening. She said you've been staring at her since the champagne brunch this morning. She says you give her the creeps. She called you an 'old geezer'."

"So she knows I'm interested. I'm going to talk to her."

"Now don't make a scene, Jack."

"When have I ever made a scene?" asked Jack. 

"When have you not made a scene?" countered Howard, rolling his eyes.

"Wish me luck," said Jack, walking way.

Jack seated himself on the picnic table just by Nikotai, staring at her quite obviously now. He was so close that she could not miss him, though she continued to swivel her ass against Russell and pretended not to notice him. Jack knew she was glancing at him from time to time under lowered lashes.

"Hi," Jack said as the heavy beat of the music from inside died down at the conclusion of the number. "I'm Jack Grierson."

She did not respond, but Russell broke off talking to his friend, leaned over and extended his hand saying, "I've heard about you, Mr. Grierson. I'm Russell Paine, how do you do?"

Jack shook Russell's hand and then forced the issue by sticking out his hand towards Nikotai saying, "And you are?"

She took his hand reluctantly and shook it gingerly.

"Nikotai Mathieson," she said.

"Interesting name, where does it come from?"

"Inuit," she said without elaboration.

"But we call her Nikki," broke in Russell.

"Blue eyes, white skin, you can't have much Inuit in you," said Jack. "What do you do, Nikki?"

"Art School," again she was brief, inviting no continuation. Russell went back to talking to his friend, discussing the off-season football trades. A water fight was breaking out in the pool and Nikotai turned away, as though this was of great interest to her. She had her side to Jack now -- her rounded breasts and the smooth curve of her belly made for an incredibly sexy profile. The cold of her wet bikini was making itself felt and her stiffening nipples made prominent indentations in her bra.

"What kind of art do you specialize in?"

"Modern. I work on symbolism using body parts." She thought that the technical jargon would shut him up.

"Realism like Mappelthorpe? Or more abstract like Rakina?"

She looked at him with surprise.

"Do you follow art?"

"Just a bit. I'd love to hear more about your specialty."

Nikotai was pleased in spite of herself. This guy Jack was a creep, but at least he seemed interested in her work, unlike Russell.

"I do legs and mid-sections," she said. "Abstract."

"Do you use your imagination or a reality base?"

Her astonishment grew and her widening eyes gave it away.

"I use a reality base," said Nikotai. "I usually use photographs of athletes' bodies and then extrapolate from there."

"You have an athlete's body," said Jack. "Your breasts are too big for a runner; my guess would be a swimmer."

"I swam the 400 and 800 free," she said. "Varsity in high school and college."

"Ever think of moving up the human body a bit? Doing something like Initiation Amoureuse by Ballivet?"

"Reality-based phallic art? I've thought about it, but it's hard to get good, real-life models."

"Did you check any models out?"

"A few. But nothing I saw inspired me. Those phalluses in Ballivet's work are just too big to be believable."

"You really should consider it more seriously. That retro erotic art from the mid 1900's is now the biggest thing in body parts art. I heard that one of Ballivet's original pieces went for $50,000 last month. And copies of her prints are going for $5,000 and up."

"How do you know all this? Do you deal in art?"

"No, I'm just a businessman. But I keep my eyes on the markets." After a pause, Jack went on. "I could help you."

"How?" Her tone was carefully offhand.

"I could get you some good models. And if you produced something of good quality, I could introduce you to some dealers."

"Drop me an email, nikotai@mathieson.com." 

She started to turn away, when Jack continued.

"Give me your cell phone number, I can send you some material right now."

I can always block him later, she thought and gave it to him.

She was pleased when he became engrossed with his phone, typing and swiping. She turned her attention to Russell's conversation with his friend, but they were still going on about the draft prospects of one of the candidates for the Heisman. She was stimulated by her conversation with Jack about the art that she loved. She could not bring herself to pretend interest in the sports talk.

Her phone buzzed, indicating an incoming text. She picked it up and saw that the notification screen indicated a number she did not recognize. She looked over at Jack and he said, "That's probably from me." Was there a trace of mockery in his smile? She could not be sure.

It was certainly more interesting than Russell's sports talk, so she opened it. Her mouth dropped open involuntarily. It was a huge erect cock with an enormous purplish head and a drop of pre-cum on the tip. The shaft had a network of thick veins on it, but otherwise the skin had a smooth metallic sheen that emphasized how hard it was and gave it the look of a sculpture. But what gave it scale was a woman's hand attempting to encircle the shaft. Even if she were a small woman, the fact that she could not even begin to get her thumb and forefinger around the shaft's circumference made it clear that this was no ordinary cock. It was the biggest penis she had ever seen.

She looked over at Jack with big, round eyes and realized she was gaping like a goldfish. She shut her mouth and tried to look nonchalant. Jack's expression was impassive, giving nothing away. She looked down at her phone and realized that there was a second message with another photo attachment. She tapped on it.

It was the same cock but this time the head was out of view, in the mouth of a woman. The only parts of her that could be seen clearly were her lips. They were painted red and encircled the shaft. Her mouth was stretched and it was clear that she had made a great effort to swallow the massive head. She had obviously fellated the cock, for there were traces of her red lipstick a bit further up the shaft -- but not much. Nikotai could not imagine that any woman could engulf much of that gigantic cock.

She switched between the two images quickly, noting the date and time. They were both taken at the time of the morning's champagne brunch. She squinted at each image and then used her fingers to expand each one. The woman had glossy, red nail polish and wet-look coral red lipstick. Examining the images carefully, she spotted a pinky ring with an engraving in Arabic lettering on the edge of the first image. Finally, she closed the texts, put down her phone and looked away towards the pool again. Jack did not attempt to fill the silence. For a while, they both listened to Russell and his friend's continuing sports talk, the words going in one ear and out the other. Finally, Nikotai moved over and sat by Jack on the picnic table. Russell was engrossed in his conversation and did not notice her move. She leaned over and whispered in Jack's ear.

"Isn't that the Maid of Honor, Jia Khan? And she's fellating and sucking on your cock --"

Jack nodded.

"My God," she breathed. Nikotai knew Jia very well, since she was also at Art School like all of Taylor's bridesmaids.

"Nikki! Nikki! Come over here, we need you!" It was the white-gowned bride, Taylor Wentworth, calling and waving her left hand with her prominent new wedding ring. Nikotai abruptly stood up and left without a backward glance at either Jack or her fiancé, Russell.

* * * * * *

2. Taylor was in her white, shoulder-less bridal gown, surrounded by her bridesmaids. Some were in their matching bridesmaids' gowns, the rest in bikinis like Nikotai. They were swigging champagne, sitting around a large silver ice bucket that contained three magnums of Dom Perignon. As soon as Nikotai came up, Taylor handed her a crystal flute of champagne.

"What were you doing, chatting up Jack Grierson?" she asked. 

"He's been eyeing me all day," said Nikotai, taking a sip of her drink. "It was getting creepy, but then he started talking to me about art. He knows quite a lot -- it was more fun than listening to Russell go on and on about football."

"The man is a despicable turd," declared Taylor. "My mom says that he's an embarrassment, always trying to pick up women, even right in front of their husbands. If she had her way, he would never have been invited. But he's an old friend of Dad's and he insisted."

"I read on the internet that men who compulsively chase women have small dicks," said Rebecca Belle, one of Taylor's bridesmaids, a statuesque girl with white-blonde hair with an hourglass figure. She wore a red bikini with blue flashes that showed off her figure to great advantage. "It's called phallic compensation theory."

All the girls were overcome with a fit of infectious giggling. Nikotai strained to giggle with the others.

"Well, it certainly must be true in this case," said Taylor. "I've known Jack's son, Martin since middle school -- and let me tell you, he's small down there! Like son, like father I should think!"

This brought forth squeals of laughter, especially since the girls all knew Jack's son Martin socially -- he was a member of their set. Nikotai looked at Jia out of the corner of her eye. Her big, round tortoise-shell glasses had slipped down her nose and she pushed them up with one finger. The petite beauty had a fixed smile on her face and she was not giggling. Taylor saw this and poked her in the ribs.

"Come on Jia," she said. "Why so serious?"

Jia forced herself to giggle too, but it sounded unnatural.

"Don't know," she said. "I guess I just need some more champagne to loosen up."

Taylor accepted this at face value and refilled her Maid of Honor's champagne flute.

"The article also said that such men pursue women who are unattainable as bedmates because they are sexually cold," said Rebecca. "So you must be frigid, Nikki! Maybe we should all go the Russell's bachelor party next week and give him something to remember!"

This was greeted with gales of girlish laughter.

"Ice maiden!" crowed Taylor.

"Princess Snow!" said Jia.

"Frosty Nikki!" said another bridesmaid.

Each epithet was greeted with was renewed laughter. Nikotai flushed beet red, but tried to smile to show she was a good sport. Jia, I know what you've been up to, she thought. And we both know that Jack's cock is anything but small. 

* * * * * *

3. The way Nikotai reacted to the image of his monstrous cock in Jia's mouth, Jack thought things were going his way. He thought he only had to work on her steadily for the rest of the evening to get her into the same position as the elfin Maid of Honor.

So he was surprised to find that Nikotai scrupulously avoided him for the rest of the reception. Even when a large portion of the guests decamped to the Hilton bar -- the very hotel where he maintained a suite -- he found that he could not get near her. Taylor and her bridesmaids stayed together in an exclusive 'girls only' group and drank steadily. He felt like he was a voyeur at a bachelorette party. As it got past midnight, most of the older guests left. The groom Bradley Morgan, Nikotai's fiancé Russell Paine, Jia's fiancé Shoab Akhtar, Rebecca's fiancé Stavros Panapoulos and the other young male guests congregated by the bar. Those remaining were now exclusively twenty-somethings and Jack felt out of place. He gave up trying to approach Nikotai and drifted away, settling himself into a corner booth in the bar. 

* * * * * *

4. Nikotai knew that the bridesmaids were watching her like vixens. She knew that exchanging a single word with Jack would lead to renewed and merciless teasing. So she was relieved when she saw Jack finally settle into a corner of the Hilton bar, away from the rest of the guests.

His departure caused her to become much more animated to compensate for her relative reticence when he had been present. Everyone was quite drunk now -- the bridesmaids had gone through magnum after magnum of Dom Perignon.

Nikotai had just thrown on a mesh tank top over her bikini and put on her high heels to walk over from the City Club reception to the Hilton next door, so she had no pockets. Her cell phone was stuck in the front of her bikini panties, so in spite of her alcoholic buzz she felt the vibration of a text message coming in. She wondered if it was Jack again, idly thinking how appropriate it was to have a sex text causing vibrations right by her vulva.

Jack: Here's a short clip of Jia this morning.

Nikotai fished a wireless ear-bud out of her bag and stuck it in her ear, cupped the phone screen with her hand to shield it from prying eyes and hit play. It was a masterfully produced video, just over three minutes long. The first ten seconds showed a slow motion version of the still image she had seen of the red painted lips on the gargantuan cock. The sound of Jia's lips sliding along the smooth, hard rod and her choked breathing came through clearly on the ear-bud. Then over the next fifteen seconds, the video pulled back very gradually, showing cheeks, nose and finally eyes, forehead and hair. One of Jack's hands was in Jia's hair, guiding her gently back and forth. One of her hands was on his hard, well-defined abs and her pinky ring with the Arabic lettering was clearly visible. The fingers of her other hand were interlaced with Jack's other hand. She was still wearing her big, round, tortoise-shell glasses.

Then Jack pulled her off him and she brought her free hand down, trying to encircle his thick shaft -- and failing to do so by a good margin, as Nikotai had already seen.

"My God, Jack," Jia gasped. "You're a monster!"

Now Jack's hand in Jia's hair moved her lips back towards his cock. Nikotai saw her opening her mouth as wide as she possibly could to engulf his huge purplish cockhead. Her red 'kiss-proof' lipstick could not resist his musky pre-cum and some of it smeared on his shaft. Her jaws were stretched to their maximum extent and her full lips made a red flower around his manhood. He started to fuck her mouth, gently at first, but at the one-minute mark of the video, his thrusts became faster and faster. Jia was gagging on Jack's cock now and her breath came in choking gasps, clearly relayed on the audio. Her nose and eyes were running and saliva mixed with Jack's pre cum drooled out of the tight seal her lips made around his shaft.

Now both of Jack's hands were in Jia's hair and he grew a bit rougher. Almost all of her lipstick was gone now, coated on his shaft. The video drew back a bit further to show her on her haunches, clinging to Jack's wrists with both her hands. She was wearing a red camisole with black lace-up back, a matching thong and black stockings and garters. Her red Maid of Honor dress lay on the floor in the background.

The difference in their sizes became obvious now. He was about six foot two, whereas she was just over five feet tall; he weighed just over two hundred pounds, she was only about half that. She had barely a third of his immense length in her mouth, but his cockhead was clearly already stretching her throat. Her pert, firm little breasts rocked rhythmically with his thrusts, causing the lace on her bodice to heave. Her big, brown eyes were bugging out of her head and she was close to panicking. 

"Come on, Jia .... Come on girl ... you can do it ... " Jack's tone was soothing, even as his fucking was urgent. "I'm going to cum ... you've got to swallow ... swallow, don't gag ... swallow, don't choke ..."

Then Jack's hips juddered, he groaned and began to cum. The first gout was the largest and even though Jia strove mightily, she was only able to swallow about half of it. The rest of the thick, viscous ejaculate burst out of the corners of her mouth and some even dribbled out of her nose. Jack came in two more gouts, each smaller than the last. He withdrew from her mouth to spray the last on her face and hair. The shining blobs of semen shone like pearls. Several small globules caught on the top rims of her glasses. They hung there trembling, before sliding down and creating smears on the lenses. Jia coughed and spluttered as though she was nearly drowned.

Jack massaged some of the semen into her hair saying, "You are a quick learner, Jia. When you marry Shoab Akhtar in two weeks, he is going to be happy that I taught you this."

The video ended, snapping Nikotai back into the present. She slid the phone back into the crotch of her bikini panties and looked around to find that she was sitting next to Jia. She was wearing the red Maid of Honor dress that Nikotai had just seen in the video, lying in a crumpled heap on the ground. On a whim, she reached around Jia, traced the lace-up back of her camisole, and cupped one of her pert little breasts.

"I love your red and black lingerie," she whispered in her ear, conscious that she was slurring a bit. As look of terror crossed Jia's face, Nikotai tossed back her champagne and refilled her flute. Her phone vibrated again, and she pulled it out.




Four Weddings and a Baby Shower



Jack: How did you like the video?

Nikotai: You're a bully! Poor Jia!

Jack: I think she enjoyed it.

Nikotai: You nearly drowned her! She was freaking out!

Jack: Her panties were soaked through.

Nikotai: I don't believe you.

There was short pause before Nikotai's phone vibrated again. She pulled it out and tapped it to see the red and black thong Jia had been wearing in the video. It had been pulled inside out, displaying the 'La Perla' tag. The tiny white crotch liner of the thong was discolored to a dull yellow. It was dry and crinkly in the picture, but it was obviously encrusted with a significant quantity of a viscous fluid.

Nikotai: You have her thong?

Jack: Unless she bought or borrowed another one, she's commando.

Nikotai: You are a pig.

Jack: After she sucked me off, I fucked her. She was the one screaming like a stuck pig. She came twice. You want to hear her?

Nikotai: No.

There was a short pause.

Jack: Send me some pictures in return.

Nikotai did not respond. She slid her phone back into her bikini panties, and went over by Taylor. They kept drinking and Nikotai's slurring grew worse. But everyone else was just as drunk, so it seemed normal. Anything anyone said seemed unbearably funny and she was laughing hysterically. Everyone found her incredibly witty too, and she got laughter in response to everything she said. She was having a great time.

Taylor summoned Jia to sit by her other side saying, "I wish my Maid of Honor to attend me. Jia, come here."

Nikotai remembered that Jia was commando and without thinking further said, "Let's all take crotch shots of ourselves and share them. Sisterhood bonding!"

Everyone laughed again, louder than before.

"Yeah!" said Taylor. "We'll see if we can identify each other."

More laughter.

"Who'll start?"

"Jia!" said Nikotai. "Maid of Honor first, bride last!"

This brought even more shrieks of laughter, followed by calls of "Jia! Jia! Jia!"

Jia stood up and swayed -- with her little frame she was even drunker than many of the others. Nikotai steadied her and pulled her phone out of her bikini panties. She set it on camera and handed it to her. Then she called the other bridesmaids to form a screen around her. Drunk as she was, Jia had a hard time hiking up her gown. Nikotai had to help her. She also held her wrist steady as she aimed the camera at her crotch. Jack was right -- she was commando, she had no panties on. She took the picture, dropped her gown and handed the phone back to Nikotai.

"Rebecca, you're next," said Nikotai.

Rebecca giggled madly. She had a T-shirt and a short skirt over her bikini. Nikotai handed her the phone and they formed a circle around her as they had around Jia. Rebecca pulled down her bikini panties and was about to take the crotch shot, when Nikotai said, "No squeezing your legs together! Just for that, you'll have to squat and take a shot of your open lips!"

The others shrieked anew and echoed Nikotai saying, "Squat, Rebecca, squat! Squat, Rebecca, squat!"

Rebecca laughed as well and did as she was bid, displaying the full glory of her vagina and clitoris to the camera. The girls all screamed when they saw that Rebecca had a small gold ring through one of her pussy lips. Nikotai reached forward and caressed the pussy lip, causing the ring to shake. She saw that it was inscribed "REBECCA" in runic lettering.

And so it went, bridesmaid after bridesmaid. Then it was Nikotai's turn. She unfastened the ties on her bikini panties, squatted on her high heels and took the picture of her thick, dark pink nether lips. Now it was Taylor's turn. She hiked up her heavy bridal gown. Rebecca and Nikotai helped her. She wore a white thong that she pulled down and slipped off her ankles.

"Wait, we've got to get Taylor ready for the bridal suite!" said Rebecca. "She's got to be horny and ready for Brad's cock!" 

"Yes," Nikotai said, amid the giggling. "It is our duty as bridesmaids to make sure Taylor is well-lubricated!"

Taylor screamed, "No!" but they held her down. With all the commotion in the bar, no one paid them any more attention, especially as Taylor was surrounded by her bridal party and invisible to anyone else. Rebecca and Nikotai began to trace the outlines of Taylor's nether lips with their fingers, taking turns at running a fingernail over her clitoris. Taylor soon stopped protesting and was panting as they got her excited. They kept working her, getting her feminine juices to flow and her clit to become swollen and red. Just as she began to shudder, indicating the onset of her orgasm, they stopped. Taylor begged them to get her off, bringing forth more screams of laughter.

"That's Brad's job," said Nikotai. "We just got you ready."

Then she took a picture of Taylor's wet crotch with her distended and swollen clitoris. In her drunken state it seemed a good idea to taunt Jack with her riches.

She typed a quick text: You wanted something, Jack. Here's something for you to jerk off on!

Then she sent a series of texts each with one of the bridal party crotch shots.

It was barely a minute before her phone vibrated again in her bikini panties.

Jack: Wow! I could spend the next week looking at these.

Nikotai: They're numbered. Tell me if you can recognize Jia's vagina. And for a bonus try and recognize mine.

Jack: What do I get if I guess correctly?

Nikotai: Nothing. Just jerk off, you creep.

Jack: Jia is number one. And you are number seven.

Nikotai did not respond. Jack was correct. But how could he have recognized her vulva?

Jack: I hope to see yours in real life soon.

Nikotai: In your dreams, asshole. I'm getting married next week.

Jack: I could fuck your brains out for a week and you would still be a faithful wife.

Nikotai could not believe she was carrying on this conversation. She would never have done so in person.

Nikotai: I've nothing more to say to you.

* * * * * *

5. Nikotai was very drunk when the party at the bar finally broke up in the wee hours. She leaned on Russell, but he was bombed as well. They held each other up in the elevator and stumbled into their hotel room. Russell fell into bed fully clothed and went out like a light. Nikotai clambered beside him on her hands and knees. In spite of her state, she could not block out the images from the video of Jia and Jack. All the sexual horseplay with the bridesmaids had added on to that -- she was very horny and the liquor could not extinguish the fire in her belly.

She unzipped Russell and pulled down his pants and boxers. He was flaccid. She went down on him, sucking his dick to try and spark some life. Nothing. He was totally unresponsive and just lay there, snoring gently.

She untied her bikini panties again, lay on her back and closed her eyes. With her fingers, she worked on herself. She re-opened the video of Jia and Jack on her phone and the images and sounds very quickly brought on a powerful orgasm. She thrashed on the bed and the shook it hard enough to get Russell to mumble in his sleep, "What's goin' on?" But he did not wake. In the warmth of her afterglow, Nikotai soon fell asleep as well.

They both rose very late the next day with splitting headaches. Even though they were in bed together, they had no desire to fuck each other. Finally around noon, Nikotai dragged herself to the bathroom, brushed her teeth and began to get ready. As she was drying herself after her shower the realization of her antics of the previous night began to sink it. Everything she had done with the girls was probably safe -- they had a mutual interest in keeping their wild activities secret -- but she had sent sexual images to Jack!

She snugged her panties into place and snapped on her bra before rushing out to retrieve her phone from her bag. Russell was trying to keep his eyes closed, groaning every now and then. She took the phone back to bathroom and locked the door before opening the photo album. 

She went through the images one by one. Some were rather blurred, so they were virtually unidentifiable. Jia's thighs were tight together, so her vaginal entrance appeared as a straight line adorned with wispy, black down. Rebecca's was very clear and very explicit -- she had a clean-shaven pussy so her smooth pink pubic lips were bare and her prominent clitoris was not obscured. Her widely splayed thighs showed the even paler pink of her vagina and her gold pussy ring hung in plain view.

With trembling fingers, she swiped to get to hers. She hoped that the image was distorted or obscured by an intruding finger. When she saw it, her mouth dropped open and she covered it with her hand. The image was even more graphic than Rebecca's. Like Rebecca, her pussy was clean-shaven. Her pubic lips and clit were a few shades darker. Even though she was squatting like Rebecca, her obsessive vaginal exercises -- Kegels -- ensured that her strong nether muscles held her pussy lips together and displayed relatively little of her vagina. However, her clitoris was another matter. It was swollen, distended and angry red. The image had caught a drop of her feminine fluid in mid flight and another drop hung precariously on her clit. She was obviously very excited. This looks like something out of a porn movie, she muttered to herself.

But what really had caused her to gasp was that her tattoo of a little green serpent was plainly visible. It had been etched encircling her vulva, so close that it could be covered by the teeniest thong. The snake's head disappeared into her vagina, creating an intensely erotic image. Russell knew about it. And if he saw this picture, he would recognize it instantly.

* * * * * *

6. In the succeeding days, Nikotai got caught up in the excitement of her own wedding. It was barely a week away. Her bridesmaids, her mother, her wedding planner, her seamstress and her personal shopper created a female cocoon around her and she lost count of the texts, snap-chats and social media messages that she exchanged with them. She had asked Rebecca, who was also in Art School with her, to be her Maid of Honor.

She was taking a break from the preparations and enjoying a luxurious breakfast with Russell at the Metropole rooftop restaurant. They were talking about their upcoming honeymoon in Bermuda when her phone buzzed indicating yet another incoming text. She ignored it and kept chatting with Russell. After about half an hour, she swiped the screen to look at the notifications and saw that the text was from Jack.

Jack: I've talked to some art agents. They are potentially interested. Think you could produce some rough sketches in the next couple of days?

Nikotai: No way! I'm getting married at the end of the week!

Jack: Just rough sketches. Can't take more than an hour.

Nikotai: Shows how little you know! Nothing can be produced in an hour.

"Who are you texting?" asked Russell, seeing her knitted brow as she tapped on the screen of her phone.

Nikotai looked up guiltily and then realized that her current exchange was completely innocent. So she smiled.

"Jack Grierson. He said he can help me sell some of my work."

Russell gave a short, barking laugh.

"Jack Grierson! The man is despicable! Didn't Taylor tell you all about him?"

"Only that he is an incorrigible skirt chaser. But I think I can take care of myself."

"That's not all there is to him," said Russell, his voice becoming hard. "He's really beneath us, you know. You should have nothing to do with him."

"What do you mean?"

"He's a low class thug," Russell began. Then he cleared this throat and took a sip of his coffee. "His father was in the army, not even an officer, a sergeant or something. He went to a fancy Ivy League university on some kind of military scholarship. He obviously couldn't afford to go there any other way. While he was there, he managed to seduce Carmen St. James, the heiress to the Foncault Group. But he soon showed his true colors -- he raped a female faculty member and was thrown out -- he never graduated. Only the army would take him, it's the place for losers like him. Why Carmen stuck with him and married him is beyond me. He was obviously just after her money."

Nikotai Googled Jack and found an online bio. It said nothing about his being at college, but merely noted that he had served a three-year tour with the Army Special Forces before joining his father's business empire as a junior manager. He had worked his way up and was now Chief Executive of the Foncault Group, whose sales exceeded 20 billion. She wondered about the true story behind these bald lines.

"Well, it says here that he worked his way up to Chief Executive of the Foncault Group," said Nikotai. "He must have done pretty well."

Russell chortled.

"It's just a title to keep his wife happy. His Executive VP Casey du Paige, handles all the real business. I've dealt with her -- she's a sharp cookie and real looker too -- beauty and brains."

"I see," said Nikotai. "Didn't you bid against the Foncault Group for a contract a few months ago? What happened?"

"They beat me," Russell admitted. "That's what I mean about Casey du Paige. It was all her doing. Jack was just along for the ride, he didn't do anything."

Nikotai's phone buzzed again.

Jack: Meet me this evening. How about the Metropole rooftop?

Nikotai: Why the Metropole?

Jack: You're there now, aren't you?

Nikotai: How do you know?

Jack: I've got an App that downloads the GPS locations transmitted by phones I'm communicating with.

Nikotai: You're a creep!

Jack: But a smart one.

Nikotai: Just a creep. Who did you rape at university?

Her phone went dead and she thought she had gotten rid of him. But as she walked with Russell toward the elevator, her phone buzzed again. She swiped the screen and saw it was another text from Jack. There was no message, just the picture of an inside page of a student newspaper from two decades ago. QUARTERBACK JOHN GRIERSON LEAVES UNIVERSITY TO JOIN THE ARMY read the headline. 

'John C. Grierson Jr., the university's successful sophomore quarterback has announced that he will not be returning in the Fall to lead the football team. He has decided to leave the university with immediate effect to pursue a career in the army. Grierson was accused of rape by English literature professor Elizabeth Smythe Warren, a case that never came to trial. Grierson has never denied having sex with Warren and has accepted that he is likely the father of her child. However, he has always maintained that the sex between them was consensual and has offered to take on debt to pay for child support, an offer that Warren has rejected. When asked, both Grierson and Head Football Coach Gordon Dean said that the quarterback's departure was not related to Warren's accusations of rape.'

Nikotai: How do you know that it was you that knocked her up?

Jack: I was banging her bareback twice a day for over two months. Three or four times on weekends. Her husband always used a condom -- he didn't want children.

Nikotai: You brute!

Jack: So will you meet me this evening? At the Metropole rooftop?

Nikotai: I might come back here. I might not.

Jack: I'll take my chances. 

As Nikotai rode down the elevator with Russell, her phone buzzed again. She swiped it right away and immediately cupped the screen with her hand. It was a close-up of a colossal dick, with the cockhead out of sight, buried in very pink vagina. White lace-covered stocking tops were just visible at the bottom edge of the picture. The pubic lips were stretched and its tightness had stripped back the cockhead's covering of foreskin, which was puckered over the shaft. Nikotai flipped into her photo reel, and clicked back and forth a few times, comparing several photos. By the time the elevator doors opened on the ground floor, she was sure. It was Jack's cock and it was thrust into Taylor's pussy. The date and time indicated that it was her wedding night.

* * * * * *

7. The valet at the Metropole pulled up with Russell's special AMG Mercedes SLK500 Roadster. Pulling up, he came around and opened the passenger door for Nikotai. He took her hand and steadied her as she lowered herself to slide into the low-slung car, while trying to keep her very short skirt from riding up and displaying her panties. She was slightly disappointed that Russell had not thought to help her.

Russell merged into traffic. He put a hand on her bare thigh and slid it up under the short skirt to run his fingers over her panties.

"Looking forward to becoming Mrs. Russell Paine?"

"I told you that I am going to keep my name!"

"Oh come on, Nikki. The Mathiesons are well established, but you've got to admit that we Paines are higher on the social scale. You're marrying up, dearie! And I'm happy to share my name with you."

Nikotai had heard this before been amused by it, but somehow this time it irritated her. Russell's phone rang through the car speakers.

"It's my colleague Mark from the office," he said. "I need to take this call. I'll drop you home Nikki, and then go straight into work."

She nodded and his tone was all business as he turned his full attention to Mark. She heard something about the Hong Kong market and then tuned it out. Then her phone buzzed again.

Jack: Did you recognize who was in the picture?

Nikotai: Yes.

Jack did not respond immediately, so she texted back.

Nikotai: How did you manage it? 

Jack: All of you were totally wasted by the time you left the bar on Taylor's wedding night. Brad was in even worse shape than Taylor. I found her trying to get him into the elevator. So I helped her get him up to a suite.

Nikotai: The bridal suite?

Jack: Yes.

Nikotai: And then?

Jack: We manhandled him on to the big king bed.

There was a buzz and another photo came in. It showed the decorated bedroom of the bridal suite all festooned in white. There were white silk streamers tastefully tied on the four posters of the bed and white chiffon wound around the headboard. There was a silver bucket with a magnum of Dom Perignon in it.

Nikotai: She was drunk! You took advantage of her, you beast!

Jack: She was horny, she really wanted it. And she had a great wedding night. I fucked her three times and she lost count of how many times she came.

Nikotai remembered how horny she had been herself and how she had unsuccessfully tried to suck Russell to an erection that night. She thought of how Rebecca and she had gotten Taylor so close an orgasm and then stopped. We set her up for Jack, she thought guiltily.

Jack: Do you want to see it?

Nikotai: Taylor is one of my best friends. I don't want to see you violating her on her wedding night!

Jack: I didn't violate her -- she's my best friend's daughter! Take a look, Nikki. Then you can decide for yourself.

Nikotai did not respond, but her phone buzzed in a moment anyway. It was a video. She put in her wireless ear-bud and tapped 'play'. It began with a panning shot of the bridal suite. Brad lay on his back on the bed, still in his tux. Jack had his arms around Taylor. The camera followed his hands as he drew the zipper of her bridal gown down her back and then moved up to show him kissing her. Her arms were on his chest and she was trying to push him away. Nikotai stopped the video.

Nikotai: How did you get this video? It looks like a professional job!

Jack: I use this Hilton a lot for business. I've got five or six cameras set up in all of the suites. I contract with a movie production company to convert the raw footage into professional grade video.

Nikotai: Just when I think you cannot sink any lower, you find a filthier gutter to wallow in. Russell is right.

Jack: What does he say?

Nikotai: That you are a guttersnipe, a low class thug.

Jack: I didn't go to prep school and I grew up poor, I guess makes me a guttersnipe. I'm not going to defend myself. But watch the rest of the video.




Four Weddings and a Baby Shower



Nikotai did not respond, but her curiosity was too strong. Just a few moments later she tapped 'play' again. Jack kissed Taylor for long time -- deep, probing kisses. Her hands were still on his chest pushing, but she was kissing him back. Then he pulled down her unlaced her gown to her waist, exposing her strapless, white silk bra. Still kissing her, he gently kneaded her breasts, working her sensitive nipples. Taylor was tall and her breasts were small for a girl of her height. Nikotai mentally scolded herself for noticing this detail.

Jack's lips traced down her throat to her breasts. Now he pulled the cups down, and licked and sucked on her nipples, one at a time. He moved steadily, taking his time, raising her temperature gradually. Nikotai began to feel a bit hot herself and turned up the air conditioning on her side of the car. Jack kissed his way down to the swell of her belly and his hands massaged its contour as his tongue left a tingling trail. She giggled suddenly as he inadvertently tickled her. But it ended in a gasp as he suddenly moved lower and pushed his face into her crotch.

He worked on her white bridal gown and with some difficulty managed to get it down around her ankles. Taylor's hips were as generous as her breasts were small, and her unbalanced figure was apparent now. She was still all in white -- her veil, tossed back over her blonde hair, her white lace-top stockings, her white silk bra and panties and her white open-toe high heel pumps. She widened her stance to give Jack better access to her crotch. He was kissing her labia through the thin silk and she gasped each time his tongue pushed the silk of her panties into her crack.

The crotch of Taylor's panties rapidly grew very wet and it was unclear how much of it was Jack's saliva and how much was her feminine juices. He stripped down the wet panties and raised her feet one at a time to take them off. Then he returned to Taylor's shaved, smooth pussy with a will. He ran his thick tongue along her pink pussy lips and she threw her head back and groaned deep in her throat. He repeated it and got an even louder response. He did a third time and she dug both her hands in to his hair and pushed his face more tightly into her intimate area.

His face was hidden from Nikotai, but she could guess what would come next. His tongue and lips began manipulating Taylor's clitoris and as soon as he sucked on it, her hands pulled his head in even deeper. Then he plunged two fingers into her pussy and swiveled them around while he sucked on her clit greedily. This was too much for her and she screamed, "Ooh! Oooohh!! Jack what are you doing to me? I can't bear it! OMIGOD, OMIGOD!! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

Taylor was overcome with convulsions and her generous hips juddered as she was shaken by her first mind-blowing orgasm. She put both her hands on Jack's shoulders for support. Nikotai found the sight of Taylor incredibly sensual -- the bride in her bridal suite, all in white -- quaking with her climax and pulling Jack's head deeper into her pubic triangle. With the groom lying there on the bed right next to them! She felt the familiar warmth in her belly.

Jack lifted Taylor and dumped her on the bed. She was a big girl and the bed rocked. The movement merely caused Brad to mumble something unintelligible. Jack tore his own clothes off, scattering them around the floor. He was magnificently tumescent and the camera lingered on his massive erection again for a moment. He followed Taylor on to the bed on his hands and knees like some beast of prey, his cock swaying beneath him. He dripped pre-cum on the coverlet as he spread her legs and mounted her.

"Fuck me, you big lummox!" Taylor slurred. "I need you in me."

Jack ran his cockhead up and down her sopping entrance, rubbing it over her clit. She cried out each time, inarticulate little screams. Her head thrashed from side to side and her bridal veil shimmered as it caught the light. She arched her back, trying to get him to enter her. He kept toying with her, letting her take in the very tip of his cockhead as she arched desperately to take more.

"Now! Now! I want it now!" she cried.

Finally he pushed into her and waited a moment with just his cockhead buried. It was the still photo she had seen earlier. Then with a low groan, Jack pushed the rest of his enormous length into her with one smooth thrust. Taylor was stretched taut like a bowstring and this was all she needed to go over the edge. Her legs scissored up around Jack's waist, her full hips rotated convulsively and she cried out hoarsely, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming again!! OH! OOHH!!"

Jack remained embedded in her warmth, allowing her to run the gamut of her orgasm. Finally, her arms slid off him and her legs slipped back to the bed.

"My Gosh!" she slurred. "You're still in me! You're still hard!" 

Now Jack began to fuck her, slowly at first like a big diesel winding up. Each long thrust brought another cry from Taylor. But soon he was pounding her and her knees were bent again, thighs threshing. Her head was thrown back on her white bridal veil and her mouth was open. He kept fucking her till her whole body began to shake as though she in the grip of an ague. Taylor screamed again, "I'M CUMMING! OMIGOD! I'M CUMMING AGAIN!" and Jack suddenly stiffened and groaned. He pumped her three more times and each time there was an audible burble as he ejaculated into her. A telltale rivulet of thick, milky jism leaked out from her vagina. Then he lay on her, spent. They were both covered with sweat, even though the air conditioning was turned up on high. The camera panned to show them in their post-orgasmic high with Brad lying right by them, still in his tuxedo. The video faded.

Nikotai: You bastard! You fucked her bareback on her wedding night! And pumped your load into her!

Jack: She wanted it. You heard her. What did I do that was wrong?

Nikotai: Her husband was right there!

Jack: He didn't object.

Nikotai: She was so loud! And the way you guys shook the bed it was like a major earthquake! And Brad just lay there. He might have been dead! 

Jack: When I was in the army, I had drunk guys pass out on my shoulder. And I had buddies die in my arms. I know the difference.

Nikotai: You're disgusting.

Jack: For giving Taylor mind-blowing orgasms?

Nikotai: No! For forcing her into adultery.

Jack: Did she look like she was forced?

Nikotai: It's not right to fuck another man's wife. Especially on their wedding night.

Jack: Just helping him out -- you saw that he couldn't do it.

Nikotai: But bareback! You might have gotten her pregnant!

Jack: I certainly hope so.

Nikotai: That is just nauseating.

Jack: Why? The baby will be Taylor and Brad's -- no one will know. Both the Morgans and the Wentworths are worth hundreds of millions, the child will have every privilege.

Nikotai: But it will not be Brad's child.

Jack: Where is it written that Brad must be the biological father of Taylor's children? He doesn't own Taylor's eggs, does he?

Nikotai tapped -- that's just crazy. You're awful -- but stopped before sending it. She erased it and thought for a while, but she couldn't find the crushing response she wanted. And what was she doing, sexting with Jack like this anyway? But she couldn't let Jack have the last word.

Nikotai: I hate you and everything about you.

Jack did not respond, and Nikotai felt a sudden curiosity.

Nikotai: Did you fuck Jia bareback as well?

Jack: Yes. 

Nikotai: I can't believe your gall -- you come to a wedding and fuck the bride and the Maid of Honor, both bareback!

Jack: What I really want to do is stretch the little green serpent in your crotch around my cock.

There was a photo attached to the message. He had re-sent the picture of his rampant dick with the cockhead embedded in Taylor's pussy. 

"Well, here we are," Russell's voice broke in, intruding into her hedonistic haze. Her head snapped up from her phone to look over at him. Then she realized that he had pulled up in the portico of his luxury condo complex. She had moved in with him just the previous month and was still getting used to it.

"Oh, yes," Nikotai faltered. "Thanks, Russell!"

She made to open the door, but he pulled her over to kiss her. As he did so, he slid his hand up her short skirt between her legs. He broke off the kiss and looked down at her with a leer.

"God, you're soaking wet!" He leaned down and sniffed. "You smell like you've just been fucked! Were you daydreaming of me banging you last night?"

"Yes, yes," Nikotai said, grateful for the out. "You really got my engine running."

Sex with Russell was always the same. He liked her to undress herself in front of him then he would push her into bed and mount her. He did not engage in any foreplay, so she was dry. Even though his erection was only average, he would always hurt her as he sank his length into her. He interpreted her cries of pain as cries of passion and thought of himself as a great lover. He would pound her hard and fast for twenty or thirty seconds and just as she was beginning to lubricate, he would cum with a great deal of panting and groaning. He had never succeeded in giving her an orgasm, but she was good at pretending and screamed with him to make him happy.

One of the doormen opened the door of the Mercedes Roadster and put out his hand to help her out. She wished he would go away, for she realized that her skirt had a big damp spot on her behind and there was slick of wetness in the middle of the leather seat. She now recognized the smell of sex that pervaded her person. 

But there was nothing to do but go through with it. She ignored the smirk on the doorman's face and walked into the lobby of the condo building with her head held high and without looking back. She knew that Russell and the doorman were exchanging leers. The doorman would be jealous of Russell and Russell would be smug. Neither of them would know that it was Jack who had gotten her so excited. 

* * * * * *

8. It was almost 9PM when Nikotai entered the elevator up to the rooftop of the Metropole. She had dressed carefully, selecting a black cocktail dress with a thigh high slit, low back and thin halter strap -- she wanted to display the shoulder and back straps of her expensive Bordelle bra. She wore black stockings and strappy pumps with very high heels to ensure that she topped six feet. She did not want Jack to look down at her.

She had had to excuse herself from her planned dinner with Rebecca, her Maid of Honor, which was not easy as she was exceedingly nosy and asked dozens of questions. She half hoped that Jack had given up and left -- that would give her a moral victory and she looked forward to sending him a text to crow.

As soon as she entered the restaurant, the maître d' came up to her and gave her slight bow saying, "Mr. Grierson is expecting you. Allow me to lead you to his table."

In spite of her mental preparations, her heart beat faster. Jack had managed to get one of the prime tables, a horseshoe seat at a round table with a stunning view of the city. The seat had a high back so that it was screened off from the rest of the restaurant. Jack rose as soon as he saw her and walked up to her. She put out her hand and he took it and bowed from the waist, brushing the back of her hand with his lips.

"I'm so happy to see you," he said with unaffected delight.

"I was rather hoping that you would give up and leave," she said rudely, ignoring the shocked expression of the maître d'.

Jack ignored her bad manners saying merely, "Andre here has been kind enough to save us the best table in the house. Come, I think you will like it."

He led her to the table and seated her. She warily seated herself at one end of the horseshoe, carefully closing the slit in her dress as she sat down.

"I love your bra," said Jack as he slid into the other end of the horseshoe. "It's a Bordelle, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is," she said, surprised. "Are you a cross-dresser?"

"No, I just love what nice lingerie does to women's bodies," said Jack. He glanced up at the maître d'. "Andre, tell Marco to pick us a nice bottle of red. Something light, I am sure that Nikki has a fine palate. Make sure it comes out soon, I'm parched."

"Sure, Mr. Grierson."

"And get us half a dozen sheets of poster-board and some drawing charcoal. Miss Mathieson is going to do some sketching."

"I'll what I can do. It may take a few minutes."

"I know you'll surprise me with your efficiency, Andre, you always do."

When Andre bowed and left, Jack slid around the horseshoe to be closer to Nikotai. He pulled out his phone and pulled up a text.

"How did you know I work with charcoal?" asked Nikotai.

Jack slid his phone over to her and said, "I looked up your work online. And I went to the Art School and talked to some of the instructors. They are very impressed with you, by the way -- one of them even called you 'gifted', the best she has seen for years."

Nikotai found herself blushing and Jack went on, "You blush very prettily. It is nice to see that your talent has not made you vain."

Russell had never once asked about her work -- he had never even taken the trouble to look at the pieces she brought home. In fact the only time he mentioned her art was to joke about her 'practicing to decorate her husband's house'. Jack knew more about her work in a couple of days than Russell did after almost two years.

Jack is despicable, she reminded herself. He is just looking to put notches in his belt, don't let him get to you. 

She read the text on Jack's phone. It was from Jerry McVeigh, one of the biggest art agents in the city. "I'll be happy to take a look at Miss Mathieson's work," it read. "Just send over some rough cut realist sketches. That will give me an idea what she can do. If it is interesting, we can discuss the direction to take the abstract development."

"How do you know Jerry McVeigh? He writes for the Times! Anyone would kill to get him to look at their stuff."

"I've done him a few favors," said Jack vaguely.

Marco, the sommelier appeared with the wine in a decanter and two crystal long stem balloon glasses. He poured out a small dollop and Jack indicated that Nikotai should do the tasting. She had been to finishing school in Switzerland and knew a thing or two about wine. She swirled it in the balloon glass and inhaled. It was heavenly! She could not remember the last time she had such a rush from a wine. She looked up at Marco, who stood by expectantly.

"It's divine! It's a Grand Cru, probably a '96 or a '97?"

"You have a very good nose, madam," said Marco, smiling. "A '96 Mouton Rothschild. They've aged very well, just peaking."

"They must be expensive!"

"Yes, madam --" began Marco, but he looked over at Jack, who had a finger on his lips. "You must ask Mr. Grierson if you want to know more."

"Your expression of delight is worth a lot more than any wine," said Jack.

"Spare me your corny babble," said Nikotai, a vicious note entering her voice. Marco was pouring the wine and looked shocked. Jack slipped him a fifty and waved him away. They sipped the wine for a moment in silence. 

"Nikki, I'm quite happy for you to say whatever you like to me," said Jack, after a pause. "But please don't embarrass those who are serving us. Marco is good man, he works hard; he deserves to be treated with respect."

She looked ahead with a stony expression in her eyes. She knew he was right, but did not know how to admit it without losing face. Then Andre appeared with the poster-board and drawing charcoal.

"Oh, thank you so much, Andre!" she said effusively, seeing this as a way to make amends. "You are a doll!"

"Anything for Mr. Grierson," said Andre. "He is always very good to us. Any friend of his is a friend of mine."

Jack slipped him a fifty as well and he left.

"Well, Jack, you are putting on quite a show," said Nikotai.

"It's not a show, but believe what you like. You have the image on your phone and drawing supplies. See what you can do in an hour. I've ordered a very nice prosciutto appetizer and veal medallions."

The food came almost as soon as he spoke and Jack helped the cute little red-haired waitress set it down around the edges of the table to make sure that Nikotai had room to work. She smiled at Jack and he asked, "How's school, Bethany?"

"Going well, Mr. Grierson." She kept working and went on. "Thank you so much for getting me this job. I've almost doubled my income and I can work fewer hours."

"My pleasure," said Jack.

Nikotai waited till they were done and Bethany retired before pulling up the image of his immense erection on her screen. She smoothed down the poster-board and began working with long strokes. She worked steadily, sipping her wine and nibbling on the prosciutto appetizer. 

After half an hour, she took a break and ate a veal medallion. She had eaten here before, so the food was not new to her. But she marveled at how Jack seemed to be on a first name basis with everyone.

"You come here often?" she asked.

"Not that often. But I do entertain a lot, so I make it a point to get to know the staff."

Nikotai continued working and was soon so engrossed that she lost track of the time. Jack watched her as she worked, admiring the smooth swimmer's muscles of her bare arms and way her tits moved when she made quick passes with the charcoal to fill in shading. When she finally sat back with a sigh, it was nearly eleven.

"It's not perfect, but as good as I can get with this light," she said.

Jack pulled the poster board towards him and set it up, appraising it critically.

"It's stupendous! Every bit as good as Balivet. I'll send it over to Jerry now."

"Well, I'll be going then," said Nikotai. "Thanks for dinner."

"No, stay for a bit. Let's see if Jerry responds."

"Jack, it's almost eleven. No agent of his stature is going to get back to you tonight."

"Just fifteen minutes."

Jack took a picture of the sketch with his phone and tapped it to send it off to Jerry McVeigh. Then he poured the last of the wine into their balloon glasses and raised his. She raised hers and they clinked.

"To success," she said, thinking of Jerry McVeigh.

"To success," he echoed, thinking of the green serpent that encircled her pussy.

Ten minutes later, Jack's phone rang with a video call. He picked it up. It was Jerry McVeigh.

"Jack!" he said heartily. He was a forty-something New Yorker with a red face and hair that bespoke his Irish heritage. "You've got some real promise here. The sketch looks great -- even before we do an abstract, I can probably pitch it to a print shop. A limited edition, maybe a run of two hundred or so. We can start at $2000 a pop and see how the market reacts. But I'll need at least two more -- it will take a set of three to get one of the big shops interested."

Nikotai craned her neck over Jack's shoulder. He tried to shush her, but she would not be stopped.

"Are you saying you want to market the dummy sketches to the realist market? I can't do that! I work in abstract art."

"Nikki," said Jack patiently. "Once your name gets around, you can bring whatever you want to market. But you need a market presence first. If Jerry says that your erotic realism will do it, you should listen to him and do as he says."

She looked stubborn for a while and took another sip of her wine.

"What do you suggest?" she asked McVeigh finally.

"A set of three," he said promptly. "Collectors like sets and a three-set is pretty standard. Do you have material?"

She picked up her phone and skimmed through the pictures again. She had the one with Jack's cock in Jia's mouth and the one with it in Taylor's pussy. They would make a nice set of three.

"Yes," she said to McVeigh.




Four Weddings



Unlike most companies, the company where I was Managing Director had no Christmas party. Instead we celebrated the birthday of the man who founded it with an annual big party, always at the first Saturday after the 12th of November, the day he was born. The main advantage was that it was much easier to arrange the party and get everything we wanted when we scheduled it before the main party season began. Few people used to care that it was a bit early in the party season.

This year we had booked a sport hall and even succeeded in getting one of the best dance bands in the country. The local TV and newspapers were invited for a special reason.

When the meal was almost eaten, I entered the stage and told the audience that I had something important to report. 

The first point was the usual gold watches and flowers to three people who had been employed for 25 years during that last year.

The next matter involved a man from Mariette's department coming up to the stage with a big crystal glass vase with red roses say a few words to his new boss. I took the mic and said, "Mariette Hallersten, please come to the stage."

She was really beautiful this evening. Dressed for a party she looked much younger than her real age. Her fellow worker took the microphone and began his short speech with, "Dear mom...." Which caused a loud applause.

He was a very good speaker and during his short speech he wished her welcome to her new job.

She had tears in her eyes when she thanked him and everybody else at the company for our co-operation with her in her new job.

In my mind I thanked the good Lord for resisting all temptations of trying to seduce her during our first business trip together. Thanks to skipping those stupid intentions I had been able to do my job for the best benefit of the company, good benefits for Mariette and her family and even earned dear friends for Charlotte and me.

When Mariette had left the stage with her flowers, I asked Olivia Lind, the young girl who had assisted Charlotte, to join me on the stage.

She did and now dressed in a very short party dress she looked like a young beautiful and rather small teenager.

I told the audience, "It's a great honor for me to introduce Miss Olivia Lind, one of the bravest human beings I ever met. One day after work when Charlotte Haraldsson and I went out from the office to the parking lot, two men attacked us. I could handle my attacker but Charlotte had problems with the probably insane 46-year-old ex-soccer player who attacked her. Though it happened in the presence of at least fifteen of her male fellow workers, not any of those poor creeps dared to do anything to assist the poor female victim."

Now there was many pictures taken of her and I continued, "I'm proud to say that this young lady, Miss Olivia Lind, had more courage than those fifteen coward male creeps had together and she immediately rushed to the assistance of the victim. Though they got in several punches, together the two women succeeded in keeping the attacker under some kind of control until I had knocked down the man who attacked me and could take care of the man who had attacked our female fellow worker."

Some people began to shout, "Give us the names of the creeps."

Of course, I didn't tell any names, but I think that the cowards were rather ashamed. I continued, "As the lack of civil courage is an increasing problem in society, this company has created a fund for rewarding those who have courage enough to do what they can for assist a fellow human being in danger. The fund is called 'The Olivia Fund' and rewards for 'Olivia Rewards'."

I could hear laud applause and said, "As you may guess, the first Olivia Reward goes to Olivia Lind herself. When I asked her about if she wanted something special, she said to me, 'my boyfriend has done so much extra work now when we have restored our apartment and moved together so I would like to send him somewhere to see our national hockey team'."

Some people shouted, "Give her two tickets."

But I said, "Olivia, could you please ask your boyfriend to join us on the stage?"

When he had joined us on the stage, I gave Olivia a big envelope and told her, "Sorry, Olivia, but we didn't get a national team hockey trip for your boyfriend."

The boyfriend immediately said, "I don't want anything. Living with her is the best reward I can ever get in my whole life."

I continued, "As I said, no national team hockey tickets, but I didn't say 'no hockey'. Dear Olivia, it is a great pleasure for me on behalf of the Olivia Fund to give you this envelope in which you will find: Two airline tickets to Toronto in Canada, hotel accommodations there, a guided tour at Air Canada Center arena and tickets to see the Toronto Maple Leafs play an NHL match there. Thereafter you will stay a few days at a romantic hotel at Niagara Falls and spend some time on a sightseeing tour at the falls."

I think Olivia jumped up a half meter in the air when she heard what I said. Then she hugged and kissed her boyfriend and even gave me a real hug and a kiss on the cheek. No doubt she was a very happy girl.

When the band began to play, I didn't see much of Charlotte after our first dance because she became very busy when many of the male employees wanted to dance with the "Leading Lady" as they called her, and didn't care about her objections that it was the Chairman of the Board's elderly wife who was the real Leading Lady. Even Mariette had a line of "her boys" waiting to have a dance with their beautiful boss. 

I got only a few chances to rest in the bar and it created some fun when the band played a hard rock'n roll and young Olivia dragged me to the dance floor. She was good at it and the other guests gave us free space on the floor and some of them even shouted, "Keep him rolling, Olivia!" However, we got loud applause afterwards.

Back home after the last dance at the party with Charlotte she told me that it had been a great evening for her and that she had fallen even more in love with me and had a surprise for me.

She took my hand and took me to our bedroom where she stripped both herself and me. Then laid me on my back, took a condom, which she said she had found in my nightstand when cleaning the room after moving in with me, rolled it on my hard cock and lubricated it with Vaseline. Then she gave me a French kiss and said, "I want you to be the first and only man to give me an experience I never had before. The last private part of my body is waiting for you. Please come to me, my darling, and let it be our secret."

I did it. Not because I wanted to do it but because I knew she did love me so much that she wanted to give me something what would make me feel like something special. When she was on all fours, I began to slowly push in my hard cock in small steps. Charlotte wriggled and groaned rather loudly but I knew she wanted me to continue the whole way. When the whole cock was in her, I caressed her pussy with my fingers until she increased her wriggling and had an intensive orgasm. I followed her within seconds.

Epilog

Charlotte and I attended four weddings during the year between our first and second company parties as a couple. The most memorable for us was our own, which we held two weeks after her divorce was final. The second wedding was my secretary Matilda's. She danced the whole evening at the company party with a newly employed young engineer. They fell in love and two weeks later she had dumped her boyfriend. The third wedding was Olivia Lind's, whose boyfriend had a romantic feeling one evening at Niagara Falls when they took a walk to watch the illuminated falls. He had been unable to resist his temptation to propose and Olivia had immediately replied, "Yes, I want." 

Today, eleven months after the company party, Charlotte and I are happy parents of a one-month old baby boy. We have already been talking about one more child rather soon but decided to wait a couple of months before beginning an intensive baby making. Charlotte will stay at home for a while but she has joined some evening classes on the university level so she will be very busy. Aggelo has fixed us up with a lovely au pair girl from Greece, which is a great help for Charlotte. 

Oh, yes, the fourth wedding? It was a couple in our village that had been living in a common law marriage for years and he had promised her a big wedding if he won on horses. He did and they had their great wedding.