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Marriage – In the past it was an inevitability, the norm, a dream for most women.
Now, it is an option, but still a popular one.
It remains an institution that some hold dear, while others desecrate the solemn vows made before God, finding gratification outside of marriage, inevitably leading to bitterness and divorce.
But many women in the Christian world still dream of their wedding day, a day to remember for the rest of their lives as, dressed in white to show their virginal status, they walk down the aisle, the envy of their friends, with their parents looking on proudly.
And that is why the subject of this tale, a long dark haired woman in her early twenties called Meryl, decided to start a business based on fulfilling women’s dreams.
It started when, unlike Meryl, her friends started settling down with the man they wanted to spend the rest of their lives with.
As we all know, wedding vows get broken, some sooner than others – but I digress.
Meryl was an independent person, her parents divorced and living their own lives, while Meryl flitted from one boyfriend to another, never happier than when she was starting a new relationship, but soon tiring of that person, starting to looking elsewhere after a few weeks.
One by one, her friends would make wedding plans for a day to remember, and that is where things inevitably got complicated and expensive for them.
The first friend of Meryl’s to wed was Tina, a lovely but not too intelligent girl who was to marry, possibly the ugliest guy Meryl had ever known. Despite his looks, Tom was a faithful hard working guy who was making his way in the world as a crypto currency investor, with a side line as an influencer. How a face like his could ever influence anybody was always a mystery to Meryl, but he clearly loved Tina and seemed to have a healthy income, given his lifestyle.
He was very discrete about his situation, never boasting about the money he had made, so people assumed he was a nerd who spent all his time on the internet. In truth, as Meryl would later discover, he was, or had been, massively wealthy.
One day, Tina came to Meryl in tears, telling her how Tom had lost money when the crypto market took an unexpected dive. In panic, he made a long list of bad decisions, losing virtually everything he had in a few days.
Their wedding plans were in tatters and Tom was spending that day talking to the wedding planner, asking them to cancel everything. This was not as simple as he imagined, having signed contracts which safeguarded the wedding planners, at the expense of the customer. Despite the wedding date being six months away, Tom had to pay a half of the total cost, just to cancel.
When Tina said how much they had to pay, Meryl was aghast.
“Twenty thousand, just to cancel! They get paid for sitting on their backside and doing nothing!”
Tina nodded and Meryl’s mind started ticking. This was a game she needed to get into, she thought, forty thousand for arranging a wedding!
Her initial thought was to get revenge for her friend, to get a job there and screw up their business, losing them money, but as she began to devise a plan to worm her way into this seemingly lucrative business, she thought it might be a good alternative to her current boring office job.
Meryl started by calling Tina’s wedding planner, asking if they had any vacancies. She preferred an administrative role she said, having just finished a business degree.
They were looking for somebody to help with their expansion, said the woman owner, asking for her CV and arranging an interview.
Two weeks later, Meryl was the personal assistant to the owner of the business, making arrangements with suppliers and wedding venues and overseeing the wedding day alongside the owners husband.
Even Meryl was surprised how easily she had got this job, especially as she made up all of her qualifications, told a pack of lies at the interview and listed a dozen references all written by relatives and old boyfriends.
Nothing had been checked, she was just taken at face value.
Six months later though, she was thoroughly enjoying her new job and any thoughts of revenge for her friend had faded.
The owner’s husband was Meryl’s main working partner, while the owner, a busty overweight woman in her fifties, who was fond of wearing low cut tops and too much make up, restricted herself solely to administrative matters.
When her husband sarcastically told Meryl that she should not expect too much hands on help from his wife, Meryl replied.
“Does that mean she just sits on her fat arse and counts the money?”
The husband, Freddie, couldn’t stop laughing at that and decided that Meryl was to be his best ally against his domineering wife, giving her a warm hug in return.
Freddie was a quiet, respectable gent in his early sixties, tall, slim, greying at the temples and always immaculately dressed. He had a disarming old school manner about him, well spoken escort but capable of the occasional inappropriate or sexual comment that could shock some people.
He was also constantly in fear of his wife Helen, but always spoke fondly of her, clearly happy for his wife to wear the trousers in the relationship.
Helen wondered why he put up with her bullying and once asked him that.
“Sex my dear. Helen is insatiable in that department and so am I. She may be aggressive in business, but she is a wanton harlot in the bedroom and I’ve never wanted to touch another woman. I have no need!”
However, things were set to change and Meryl and Freddie soon became more than allies, after Helen left on a trip to Europe to check out new venues. She went for one week, which turned into three, then four weeks, leaving Freddie and Meryl to handle the events alone, at the busiest time of year.
Meryl noticed Freddie getting very grumpy at his wife’s absence and they were both increasingly stressed.
After one particularly strenuous night, they slumped into the bar of the hotel venue and offloaded thoughts to each other over a few drinks. Those few drinks turned to several and by two in the morning, neither of them were in a fit state to drive home, so they asked the venue if they had any rooms available.
The receptionist looked at them as if they were idiots, given that Meryl had booked the hotel to overflowing for the wedding guests. Eventually, as they were good customers, a staff room was found, the receptionist convincing the hotel porter to doze on the sofa in the reception area for what was expected to be, a long and busy night.
It was a tiny room, almost entirely filled with a double bed and a bedside table, with an equally tiny bathroom. They had no choice, so accepted.
Meryl looked around, shrugged and started to undress, with Freddie sheepishly leaving on his boxer shorts as he slipped beneath the sheets.
They intended to top and tail, with spare pillows lined along the bed between them, but Meryl, intoxicated and horny, decided this was an opportunity for the revenge she had once vowed, on behalf of her friend Tina.
She liked Freddie, but had never thought of him as a potential sexual partner. But drink had addled her brain and she thought it might be fun as well as giving her boss a shock, so brazenly stripped naked and stood, hands on hips, looking at a dumbstruck Freddie.
She watched a large tent forming in the bedsheets as Freddie desperately failed to maintain his dignity, sporting a huge erection.
“Freddie! You look like you’ve been missing Helen’s charms!”
“I will admit it’s been a struggle Meryl. I am a man of excessive needs and, well, I have to say that …… you do have the most beautiful breasts on that slim young frame of yours. I also like a girl who shaves, being innately fond of the art of cunnilingus. Helen insists on remaining ‘au naturel’ in that department I’m afraid, which tends to hinder a man’s technique and enjoyment.”
Meryl smiled at the thought of Freddie licking Helen’s hairy crack and set her phone upright on the bedside table, the camera set to video.
Freddie couldn’t believe his luck, eyes fixed on Meryl’s heavy breasts and pert nipples as she prepared to join him. He theatrically threw back the sheets to reveal the longest, stiffest penis she had ever seen. It was truly impressive and totally unexpected on this genteel man.
She took a deep breath and, conscious of his delectation for cunnilingus, climbed over him, legs either side of his head and lay with that enormous member against her cheek.
Freddie immediately went about his artistry on her clitoris, his lips enjoying her smooth labia, whilst his tongue slipped into her briefly, before returning to suck her clitoris from the hood, causing Meryl to let out a gasp of pleasure, Freddie pausing briefly to admire the sight of a soft young pussy, pink and glistening before him, making Meryl wiggle her hips and whisper:
“Don’t stop Freddie, that felt lovely.”
As Freddie devoured her once more, Meryl kissed him in return, sucking his glans into her mouth and swallowing as much as she dare.
They pleasured each other until Freddie finally nudged her to warn of his release.
Meryl had come several times from the attention of his expert tongue, so felt duty bound to swallow his load, instantly regretting that decision as he shot load after load into her mouth with an undignified series of grunts, the residue spilling from her lips and wetting the sheets.
Rolling off, she dashed to the bathroom to clean up and wash out her mouth, expecting to find Freddie fast asleep on her return.
As she flushed the toilet, she turned to glimpse him slowly masturbating, the sheets thrown back, his cock standing stiff as a flagpole once more.
Meryl climbed on top, straddling him and grabbing his staff, positioning the bulbous head at her entrance, her eyes closed as it parted her labia and slipped in.
His escort bayan hands went to her breasts, which hung like firm fruit above his chest, raising his head to kiss the tiny pink nipples as Meryl dropped her weight onto him with a gasp followed by a slow lengthy moan as Freddie’s cock continued it’s journey to her innermost depths.
Meryl was pleasantly surprised as his enormous length slid effortlessly into her, with the most glorious feeling coming over her as that rigid penis filled her.
She forgot the forty year age difference, feeling more aroused than ever in her life as his hips bucked to meet hers, his lips now working their magic on her nipples, torturing her body with pleasure.
She rode him through three orgasms, quick and intense, before he turned her over and pulled her hips up, taking her from behind. The change of position teased new places within her, giving her one final body wrenching orgasm before Freddie finally erupted inside her.
Meryl lay beside him, gasping at the exertion and wondering how a man in his sixties could perform so magnificently.
When he got up to pee, she reached over to stop the video on her phone, noticing that it had run out of memory, suddenly realising that they had been having sex for over four hours and that it was daylight outside.
Four hours was a record for her she thought, but probably not for dear old Freddie, who was probably sporting another erection in the bathroom as he washed himself.
She stored the video footage, looking forward to sending that to her employer on the day she resigned. As she laid the phone down, Freddie appeared looking refreshed, with a smile on his face and another huge erection.
“That was rather pleasant, don’t you think? What do you say Meryl, shall we go again?”
******
From that day on, Freddie and Meryl were firm fuck buddies, his devotion to his wife torn asunder by the discovery of Meryl’s firm young body.
He told her about sex with Helen, how she was once a young girl whose body he found alluring and beautiful. He spoke of the pleasure they still found in each others bodies, discussing the techniques they had developed over the years to keep sex interesting and to feed their insatiable desires during their lengthy sessions.
Helen now had ideas on a foreign side to their business, keen to retire abroad one day. To this end, she spent more and more time abroad and Freddie missed her desperately, frequently coming to Meryl at the end of a wedding night, revelling in her company and always keen to exchange sexual pleasure with her. He would now always end their sessions by telling her how he now found sex more exciting with Meryl’s firm, tight young body than he did with his wife, but emphasised that he and Helen still enjoyed lengthy and exciting sex romps whenever she was back home.
Meryl was now keen to have sex with Freddie whenever time allowed, despite continuing to see a string of boyfriends her own age, none of them yet matching Freddie’s prowess in bed.
She thought of Freddie as an older friend, most definitely a friend with benefits, defining him as someone she could never love, but a man she loved having sex with.
At the end of that summer, Meryl decided she had enough experience to run her own business, so started to look around for opportunities. She had used her time wisely, gathering contacts and sucking knowledge from Helen and Freddie, so knew that her business could be as successful as theirs.
When she sent her letter of resignation to Helen, she attached an edited video clip from a number of her and Freddie’s sex sessions, explaining about her disgust at charging her friend so much for an early cancellation. She expected Helen to be infuriated beyond belief, but instead got a message back wishing her luck in her new venture and telling her that Freddie and herself were moving to Bulgaria to set up business there, so they would have not renewed Meryl’s contract anyway.
Meryl met up with Freddie a few days later, cheekily asking for a reference after they had gone to bed for one last time. Meryl felt incredibly sore, but overwhelmed with satisfaction after spending most of the day in the marital bed indulging in a marathon sex session with the insatiable Freddie.
He readily agreed to a reference and sat down to write a glowing recommendation, personally penned in his usual florid writing style.
“Shall I mention your remarkable skills at fellatio? Oh, and what about your video editing skills?”
Meryl laughed, realising that he knew she had filmed a number of their sessions and that her sexual skills were now as finely honed as her business skills.
That day, Freddie also confided that Helen had taken a lover herself, initially to fulfil her desire on those first few weeks abroad, but later realising that having a relationship with a local, somebody who spoke the language and knew the ways of business in that country, was an essential asset. She also told him that, bayan escort as a younger man, he more than matched Freddie’s sexual appetite and would be company for her when Freddie came home to manage bookings.
Freddie shrugged at this, seemingly unconcerned, but asked if Meryl would welcome him on his occasional visits home.
She kissed him and assured him that he was the best lover she had ever known, so would always be welcomed, as long as she had enough time to rest afterwards.
******
With Helen and Freddie out of the way, Meryl’s business blossomed, picking up work that her old employer would have expected to get.
Within a few months, she had five of her friends weddings booked, plus twenty others, with a further fifty initial enquiries.
Business was booming, but she missed her sessions with Freddie, finding her casual boyfriends too busy or just not up to his standards in bed.
Increasingly frustrated, she found herself picking up strangers for one night stands, sometimes going out on the prowl after a boyfriend had left early, still desperate for sex.
Most of her time had been spent planning events but, as the year went on, the first weddings were about to take place and she had less time on her hands.
With a dozen or so part time assistants, she would oversee the events, fussing around, making sure the contractors and caterers were doing everything to her exacting standards and making sure the happy couple, family and guests wanted for nothing.
The first wedding was for her friend Tina, an event she charged at cost, even bearing the wages herself, to make up for Tina’s previous disappointment, and knowing their financial situation at the time.
A few years later, when Tina’s husband Tom had made a second fortune, he gave Meryl a brand new sports car as a massive thank you for her kindness.
The next few weddings went past in a blur, as Meryl hosted full paying customers amid her friends subsidised events, each wedding being more successful than the last, her reputation growing with each event.
Ten weddings in, Meryl was finding the occasions enjoyable, with growing confidence in her staff, eventually finding herself in the same situation that she once saw Helen – sitting on her fat backside, counting the money while others did all the work.
She continued to be sexually frustrated though and was now too busy to go out to find partners, which fed her frustration.
During a particularly busy week, Meryl found herself helping out with a difficult customers wedding. The bride had constantly changed her plans, with her mother constantly interfering in the planning, then criticising constantly during the day.
Meryl managed to calm the situation, mainly by speaking to the bride’s father, who took his wife to one side, persuading her to stay calm and not to interfere.
With the bride and groom in a taxi, headed to the airport for their honeymoon, Meryl relaxed with a drink amongst her staff, congratulating them on overcoming the difficulties.
Suddenly, a head popped round the door.
“Boss, Mr. Wilson wants a word with you.”
Meryl’s heart dropped at the sound of the bride’s family name.
“Shit, what do they want now?” she exclaimed as she walked out, fixing a smile as he approached.
“Meryl, I just want to say thanks for the way you handled my bloody wife today. You organised a brilliant day, despite her interference, so please, will you join me for a drink.”
Meryl felt relief at his remarks and agreed to join him, her main work being over, with just the bar staff to monitor for the rest of the evening.
“My pleasure Mr. Wilson.”
He stopped her, holding her hand and giving it a squeeze.
“Call me Eddie Meryl. No more formalities now, relax a little.”
They walked across to the bar, chatting, but Eddie walked on past it, into the hotel reception.
“Oh, where are we going Eddie?”
I’ve got something special in the room, we can talk more easily there.”
Meryl felt a little uncomfortable at his remark.
“Where’s your wife, upstairs already?”
“She has a headache, so she wanted to get away from the noise for a while.”
Hoping his wife would be more sociable and less stressed, now that the day was almost over, she followed him up the stairs to their room.
Eddie unlocked the door and strode in, Meryl preparing her false smile for the charming Mrs. Wilson.
When the door clicked shut behind her, she knew she had been duped. The parents had booked the best rooms and this was not one of those. They were also alone.
Resigned to her fate, she watched him walk over to a line of ice filled wine coolers and ask her what she wanted.
She chose a glass of Chablis and listened to his flirtatious patter, whilst deciding if she should allow this to happen or walk out. She had been guilty of flirting with him earlier that day, when she wanted him on her side. She had pushed out her chest and stood close to him, watching his eyes stare at her breasts as he fidgeted uncomfortably whilst she persuaded him to help, knowing that he was probably getting hard at the thought of Meryl’s breasts, inches from him, tempting him, but remaining untouchable.
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