Jennifer lay next to her fiancé Chris, both basking in a post-orgasmic glow.
"I can't wait to do this as man and wife, as Mrs Burton..." she sighed contentedly.
Chris turned to her, nervously,
"Talking of the wedding, are you sure you don't want your dad there?" He knew that Jennifer had been estranged from her father, Bill, since the age of 12 and that their relationship was complicated.
Jennifer turned to look at Chris. She knew that Chris, as an orphan who had been raised in care till he was 14, considered family very important. It meant a lot to him and he had been so supportive when her mum had passed away a year ago. He'd given her space to grieve at that difficult time but had always been there when she'd needed him.
"Chris, I...don't you think that it would be a bit like betraying mum? Like...she's not here anymore, so I'm going to just forget what he did to her?"
"Jenny, I knew your mother. She knew you loved her and that she couldn't have asked for a more devoted daughter...listen, the day I marry you is going to be the happiest day of my life...I want it to be yours too. I don't want you looking back later and being upset that you had no family there, no one to give you away...."
"My uncle Mike...."
"It wouldn't be the same, baby. Your mum would rather you be happy than missing out due to events that took place thirteen years ago."
"I suppose I could call him, at least and arrange to see him...it's not like he lives a million miles away..." Jennifer said, acquiescing.
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Jennifer walked the aisle, her father on her arm. It had been 10 months since she had called him and begun the tentative steps at building a relationship. Looking ahead of her and seeing her intended waiting for her, she knew that he had been right. Today felt like she had finally put the past behind her and had the rest of her life to look forward too.
The ceremony went off without a hitch, everyone commenting on how perfect the couple looked together. Chris was every inch the perfect groom, tall, handsome, clean-shaven and lightly muscled. Jennifer ran her fingers through his light brown hair and into his warm eyes and smiled. He in turn, beamed at his beautiful bride, admiring her petite figure and soft breasts, wonderfully displayed in her white gown. He leant down and kissed her jewel littered blonde locks. She flashed her delicate blue eyes up at him,
"You may kiss the bride." Encouraged the priest, though neither of the young people before him needed any kind of encouragement.
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Bill Donaldson walked up to his son-in-law in the lush gardens of the hotel, an appraising look in his eye.
"So we finally get a chance to talk..." He said.
Chris turned to the older man. He saw a dignified, handsome man. For a man in his fifties, greying at the temples and in his trimmed beard, Bill didn't look any older than 40. From Bill's firm handshake and strong body Chris figured he worked hard to look good.
"Mr Donaldson...hi". Chris said.
Mr Donaldson put a friendly hand to Chris' shoulder and said,
"Son, I think you call me Bill or, even Dad, now, don't you?", laughing lightly, "Jennifer tells me that you played a big part in reuniting me with my daughter. I've got a lot to be grateful to you for."
Chris blushed modestly, quietly touched.
"Jennifer also tells me that you work in advertising. My company is in that field too, you know? I keep abreast of most developments in town. You handled the Women's Shelter campaign?"
"Yes...Bill...I asked for the job...family support issues are close my heart, I guess."
"Well, I have to say I was impressed with that campaign. It confirmed my decision to offer you a job. How does junior partner sound? Make it a bit of a family firm?"
"Bill, I...don't know what to say," stammered Chris.
"Well, it's a small step in the right direction to make up for all the missed years with Jennifer ... plus I get the satisfaction of knowing the extra money will be enough to set you and Jennifer up and start thinking of my grandchildren a little quicker..."
Chris laughed, a little disbelieving.
"Thank you so much, Bill, you don't know what this means" He said, gushing slightly.
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Chris entered the hotel, with a joyful bounce in his step. He wanted to tell Jennifer the good news straight away. She was upstairs, somewhere, Room 48 apparently, changing for the reception.
He climbed the steps two at a time and soon reached the right corridor. He reached room 48 and opened the door.
He stopped and admired as the semi-naked blonde bent over and began to roll a stocking over her toes and up her shapely leg, seeming to enjoy the feeling of the fabric slide beneath her fingers.
Chris felt his cock twinge at the sight. It got to half hardness as the woman turned to the window and stretched, one arm in the air. Chris was treated to the sight of half of her breast bathed in the golden sunlight. It allowed him to glance down her tanned back, down to a curvy ass barely hidden by lacy red panties.
Something was wrong though...could he be looking at Jennifer differently now that she was his wife, he thought?
"Jennifer?"
"What...Chris?!...Jennifer's next door. We switched rooms." Said Rachel, a bridesmaid, as she turned and gave him a full view of her breasts.
"Oh...right...ok...bye." Stammered Chris, retreating from the room. As he pulled the door closed he shook his head to clear his embarrassment.
As he entered the right room this time, his joyful smile was back. Nothing could spoil how happy he was today.
Tanned and blissful from a perfect honeymoon, Chris entered the airy, well-lit reception area and saw Bill walking over.
"Son, welcome to Bill Donaldson's Sure Media. I'm sure you're going to be as happy here at BDSM as we are going to be having you."
Chris thought he saw a strange expression cross Bill's eyes but put it down to his own nerves.
"Let me show you around and get you settled in." Offered his father-in-law, guiding him to an elevator.
As they stepped off, onto the top floor, they began walking towards a marble desk. Sat behind this imposing edifice was a most unusual girl Chris had ever seen. She had the most alabaster skin radiating from beneath the craziest purple dreads he had ever seen. He couldn't help but notice the small bullring that adorned her nose, the sharp spike through her lip and the mass of earrings buried beneath her hair. From her ears he saw a strange tattoo filigreed down her neck, running below her crisp white collar and over her heaving cleavage framed by her blouse. The whole image was offset by the sharpest of business suits Chris could imagine.
Bill didn't appear to notice Chris' focus of attention as he began to think some more about that tattoo. When the woman looked up from her computer screen and stood up, Chris shook himself from his reverie.
"This is Monica. I couldn't run this place without her. My secretary is away on a special assignment so we'll be sharing Monica."
Chris again had felt a moment of unease, quickly dismissed, as Monica had looked him up and down and subtly nodded approval towards Bill. At his last comment Monica's purple lips had broken into a quick smirk that had instantly disappeared.
"Pleased to meet you, Mr Burton. Feel free to ask me if you need anything. Sorry I can't stop and talk, just got to run these figures to accounting." She breathed, huskily.
Bill and Chris turned and watched her walk down the plant-lined hallway.
"Would you look at the way her ass sways in that skirt? And that tattoo, I saw you notice...?" Chris blushed. " I have it on good authority that it goes all the way down..." Bill whispered conspiratorially.
"Bill...I'm married to your daughter...I don't think about other women!" Chris said honestly. He had said it with a slight laugh but he was shocked at Bill's attitude.
"What...oh, quite right, quite right", said Bill, looking chastened, "still can't blame any man for looking huh...especially at my age."
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As Chris was shown around and acquainted with procedures a lady entered the office and approached them.
She was dressed in tight pants, a baggy top that left her shoulders bare and stilettos, all white. Her gold earrings and bracelets jangled as she walked. She was thirty years old, platinum blonde and walked like she knew she was hot!!
"Hello you must be Chris. I'm Ariadne, Bill's wife. He's told me a lot about you." She said, introducing herself to her son-in-law.
"Pleased to me you. Sorry I didn't get to meet you at the wedding..." said Chris, amazed that Bill could be married to a lady only five years older than he and Jennifer, and one that dressed like a tramp...he could see her nipples standing proudly through her white top!
"Well, Bill could have taken me, but I didn't think Jennifer would want me there and you know..." trailing off. "Well, it was nice to meet you but this is a flying visit, just to take a look at you really...Hi Bill," giving a quick kiss to her husband, who had joined them, "Bye Bill, Chris "
As she sauntered off Bill raised an eyebrow, exclaiming
"Did you notice how she was dressed? Swedish stock, yeah? Raised in a commune, you know? She threw off all the dress sense as soon as she was old enough, but I'm glad she kept some of that hippy attitude..." said Bill thoughtfully.
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After his rather daunting first day Chris had settled in fine. He had never felt so at home. He'd eat his lunch with Bill, talking about Jenny and her plans for their new home or chat with the other guys at the gym several floors below. Bill was very pleased with his progress.
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"Chris, I want you to look after a very special client today" Bill said to him at their morning meeting one day. "She's a friend that Ari and I know socially. Her portfolio could be very lucrative for us."
"Bill, I've only been here a few weeks...."replied Chris.
"Listen, son. I've seen your work and its good. I have every faith that you'll do everything you can to make her happy, won't you?" asked his father-in-law.
"Thank you Bill, I won't let you down. You can count on me." Chris said, proudly. He wanted to please Bill, who had given him so much.
"Good boy, son. She wants to meet you tonight at the Spanish restaurant on the corner at 7pm. That okay?" Bill asked him.
"Shouldn't be a problem. I'll call Jenny and let her know I'll be late."
"Tell you what, boy," said Bill, putting a manly arm around Chris' shoulders, "Take the day off tomorrow and be with Jennifer, help her with the decorating or something."
