He had to admit, Kim did look absolutely stunning in white. Virginal, sexy, submissive and fucking hot all rolled into one.
The fact that this was his future daughter in law marrying his son didn't worry in the him in the slightest, and being the one who was the "stand-in" Daddy to give her away just made the whole thing even more erotic.
Paul, his son, had been something of a disappointment so far. Sadly, he reminded his father somewhat of Karen, his ex wife...Paul's mother. Karen had tried hard, but never really grasped what was important in life, and had never really "understood". She had been a pretty little thing, arm candy someone had called her once, but once those looks had faded with motherhood and housework, he had discovered there was nothing more substantial to hold his interest.
And, he had to admit, as he had progressed through life, his own interests had certainly become more deviant and dark. Since the divorce he had dated a number of girls, pretty, young, and what could only be described as "submissive." They were never more than pretty toys for him, picked up, played with, pushed to their limits, and then discarded. The chase, the conquest, the breaking down of resistance was a thrill...but once achieved, they had become too....compliant. They had actually liked being submissive, and for Richard, that took some of the fun out of it.
While his father was developing his more refined and sadistic tastes, Paul had bumbled along in life somewhat like his mother. He was pleasant, at times charming, if a little diffident and lacking in "bite." He was a loyal but dull employee at the bank where he worked. The girls he had brought home were almost invariably female versions of Paul; pleasant, vaguely attractive, and completely forgettable.
However, when Kim had appeared, life suddenly became a whole lot more interesting. She was immediately and stunningly pretty, in the way that only a slim Chinese girl can be. Her dark eyes were bold and seductive, with a look that challenged you to see how far you could push the limits. She had that famed "oriental submission" about her, she knew when to bow her head and look up through her eyes in a way that signalled a willingness to be a total slut for the right man, yet the strength to deflect any one who presumed to try their hand. She was respectful when she needed to be, but had obviously quickly found the measure of Paul, and had him wrapped round her little finger.
Not that she despised him, she was obviously very fond of him, even thought that she loved him. He was industrious, (a plus in Chinese culture), and attentive. He had a future at the bank, and he wasn't chasing other girls. For her, he was a catch, and she intended to hang onto him.
Paul's father, however, slightly unnerved her. To her he was invariably polite and attentive too, never acting anything but the proud father welcoming a potential daughter in law. But there was also something mysterious about him, his easy confidence, that slight reserve that said he had something to hide.
If there was anything she could put her finger on, it was the fact that however hard she tried, she could never manipulate him. Most Chinese women instinctively learn the art of guiding their men folk so that they do what the wife wants, but think it was their own idea. Her future father in law, however, seemed to be immune. If he helped, it was on his terms. He took charge with his ideas, and he was the only person who could somehow persuade Paul to take his side against her without creating friction.
But, he was generous, if not wealthy, and there wasn't anything wrong with him, apart from those times she caught him looking at her, through her clothes, seeing her naked, and making her cunt wet with a sense of naked vulnerability.
Kim had met Paul at work. She was part of an bank audit team sent in to do a snap inspection lasting several days. Paul had been assigned to look after the team, and somehow they had stayed in contact after the project's conclusion. (Somehow, of course, because she had arranged it that way. She knew quite early on that this man was just what she was looking for.)
Within two months they were a solid item, and were naturally planning a life together. She had hastened the process along by not sleeping with Paul as such, making it clear that she was saving herself until the marriage night. Not that Paul minded that much, her cunt may have been off limits, but her mouth was very creative, and she was very responsive to the working of his fingers and tongue. The sight of her slim naked body with the boyish hips, pert high breasts and firm peach rounded bottom was itself nearly enough to bring him off...and when she knelt and worshipped him with her lips and tongue...he reached nirvana within minutes.
Kim's family were not going to be able to make it to the wedding. She hadn't been close to her parents anyway, (they had never really been able to hide the disappointment of having a daughter, but had been loyal enough not to try for another child). When Kim had moved to London, initially to study, and then to work, they had expressed dutiful pride at her achievements. Her choice of a Westerner for a husband, however, had disappointed her rather rural and traditional parents, and so they had found ways of not coming to the impending wedding. Excuses were made; mother was not good at travelling, Grandma was poorly, father was working very hard as a manager at the local clothing factory.
So, one evening, after a dinner at Richard's apartment she had asked him if he wouldn't mind giving her away at the wedding. After all, she pointed out, he was contributing a significant amount, and it was only appropriate that he had a starring role. He had smiled, apparently delighted at the prospect and said with great charm,
"My dear Kim, I would love to give you away. I think you will make the perfect wife for Paul, and I feel almost like a father to you anyway."
And so, it was agreed.
In the lead up to the wedding her father in law had been a source of inspiration and helpful advice. He had graciously opened his wallet when extra funds were required, and called in favours when something special was required to make the ceremony that much more fitting.
Paul, meanwhile, had carried on working hard, feeling that at last he was making his father proud, and was thus agreeable to both Kim's and his father's advice about the wedding. In fact, if someone had watched, and observed, it was almost as if it was he, somehow, that was the bride; the rather passive partner in the whole affair.
And all this time, Richard was getting to know Kim, becoming a friend to her, gently working his way into confidence until she really felt at home with him, even relaxed, and trusted him. Sometimes, (not often, because a well brought up Chinese girl always maintains a certain reserve), she would even let herself be vulnerable to him, and seek his help when she really needed it, and every time he had been a true gentleman in return.
The wedding ceremony itself had passed off without a hitch. The celebration afterwards had been a roaring success, with over two hundred guests wined, dined and entertained in a very pleasant hotel in somewhat rural surroundings. The day had been perfect, except for one small, but understandable hitch.
Paul, being hard working and industrious, was not much a party goer, and if he were honest rather nervous at all the attention inflicted on him, had fallen prey to the wine and champagne. He hadn't created a scene, or been an embarrassment. He had, sensibly, excused himself and headed up to their hotel room...and promptly fallen asleep on the bed.
Thus, at 2:00am on the morning after Kim became Mrs Kim. She was sitting in the bar with her father in law, a little tipsy herself, and rather enjoying herself.
Paul's father, who she had always called by his surname, was now on first name terms with her. He had entertained her with stories about some of his travelling adventures, and had encouraged her to talk about her own life. With everything that had happened, and the alcohol, she was even seeing him in a new light...not as a relation, but as a man, and she rather liked what she saw.
Not that was going to do anything about it of course...oh no. But still, with her inhibitions sandbagged with the cocktails he had been buying her, his charm was certainly having a very nice effect down below. And anyway, she was horny because it was her wedding day. She had been expecting to finally lose her virginity, graciously bestowing it on her new, and suitable, husband. Instead, Paul's father was here, and he was doing very well as a fantasy substitute...older, charming, with an air of seductive danger about him.
When, finally, they had risen to walk up to their bedrooms, she had giggled and almost fallen into his arms and he had encouraged her to hold onto him. Feeling his strength and his confidence had unexpectedly jolted her. A spark had lanced into her pussy when he had caught her, and deftly placed her on his arm. The way he had taken charge had opened a girlish, vulnerable side to her, and she had held on a little more tightly than she needed, enjoying his strength. She loved Paul, she told herself, but his father certainly had an attractiveness about him.
Of course, she reassured herself, he was far too much of a gentleman to take advantage of her...which was a shame she said naughtily to herself..because part of her actually quite liked the idea of being taken advantage of.
As they walked, or rather she stumbled and giggled, up to the floor where they had booked rooms across the corridor from each other, she felt almost a little sad that soon he would be going into his bedroom, and she into hers. She didn't mind Paul being drunk, and in fact was rather pleased that he wouldn't be trying to insist on sex when neither of them was really sober enough to appreciate it.
