Wednesday had finally arrived and I picked up the keys from the agent for the studio and started work on preparing it for business. I had organized various trades' people to come in and work their magic and was prepared to be stuck in the place for much of the day.
The mobile rang. It was Mike.
"Yes Mikey," I said cutely.
"Oh Dave! I'm such an idiot! I forgot to tell you," he said apologetically.
"You remember Viv?" he asked.
"Vivacious Viv?" I queried. "Vivienne Greene?"
"That's the one!"
"Oh, yes! I remember Viv!"
"Well, she's getting married!" he shot back.
Oh god! Poor man!
Vivienne was a woman who knew what she wanted and usually got it. 'No' was not an acceptable answer in Viv's book.
"Who's the unlucky victim? Anyone we know?" I asked.
"Some guy named Gerald. Never met him," he responded.
"So what's the deal? You didn't ring just to give me this earth shattering news now did you?"
"Nooooo. We've been invited to the wedding. I RSVP'd for you while you were away. I thought you might enjoy seeing Viv finally shackled," he laughed.
To say that Viv was strong willed was a slight understatement. Somehow Mike and myself had both escaped her advances and not for the want of her trying. Circumstances just worked it out that way. Mike got married, I left the country. Not that we did those things to avoid her. She was one hell of a looker and knew it. It was more the intimidatory way she tried to woo us into her bed. We weren't looking to be another notch on her gun so to speak.
So to see her get finally hitched up and settled down was worth it.
"So when's the wedding?" I asked.
"Saturday. Sorry for the short notice," he said sheepishly.
"Shit! Now I gotta work like all hell to get this place ready for Monday. No rest for me I suppose.
"Where it is?" I added.
"At her parents place. You know, the big ranch out in the middle of nowhere. We've been invited to stay overnight Saturday and attend the wedding breakfast on Sunday."
"Ok," I replied. "You can take my gear up there in your car. I'll take my bike. It'll relax me after these next few days."
"No probs. See you up there. Wedding's at 2 pm."
Oh well. No fooling around with Amber this weekend. My dick throbbed as I recalled the recent events and I squeezed it, causing it to grow even more.
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Saturday raced up before I knew it. Amber had called the previous day and I had to tell her the bad news. She took it ok. I helped by telling her to do some internet research on Mike's computer while she babysat Christopher for the weekend.
Maybe she could find some useful information for our playtimes.
It was a three-hour ride to Vivienne's parent's country mansion. Despite the long hours I had put in during the week, the ride re-invigorated me. I arrived mid morning, taking advantage of the still morning air to enhance the experience. Windy conditions are never really pleasant on a motorbike.
Viv's father, John met me at the door. A very likeable bloke, his family had money behind them and he had increased his part of the fortune. He was a ruthless businessman by all accounts. Viv had that same streak in her, just directed at sexual conquests instead.
The family home was a massive three-story affair with god knows how many rooms on countless acres. A fifty meter swimming pool, sauna, tennis courts, ten pin bowling alleys. Being rich had its advantages.
I was amongst the first of the guests to arrive and breakfast was still out so I grabbed a bite to eat.
"Hello David," the silky soft, distantly familiar voice said behind me as I bent over a table to pick a morsel to chew on. I froze and the hairs went up on the back of my neck. Somehow she could always tell Mike and I apart.
I slowly turned around.
There she stood, not more than ten feet away. Still as gorgeous as ever. A marvelous cascade of red hair formed around her fine-featured pale skin. Deep brown eyes, big, like a frightened doe's stared soulfully out.
A light summer dress wrapped her sensual form, hiding little. Large breasts pressed against the material, straining to escape. A narrow waist flared to alluring wide hips and perfect legs.
Vivienne the Vixen. A wolf in sheep's clothing.
I tried to back away. The table halted any progress.
"Hello Vivienne," I said cautiously. After all these years she still had this unnerving effect on me.
She glided up to me, closing the distance. Escape was impossible. She was uncomfortably close. Her body almost touching mine. Sweet perfume drifted off her skin into my nostrils making me slightly giddy.
"I'm so glad you could come."
The words dripped from her mouth like honey as she lifted a knee and rubbed it along the inside of my leg.
"It's my pleasure Viv," I said trying to sound confident and failing miserably.
"I'm sure it will be," she responded cryptically. "I have to go and get ready. We can chat later."
She leant forward and gave me a peck on the cheek and then drew my earlobe into her mouth and sucked and nibbled on it for a moment before turning and walking away, her hips rolling with erotic allure.
My heart pounded in my chest.
She must have been a Siren in her last life. Luring unsuspecting sailors to their doom.
I slumped in a chair to recover.
"Dave!" Mike's voice called across the garden as he waved.
I waved back weakly.
He strode up laughing, "You look like Vivienne just ran over you with a semi!"
"B triple actually," I snapped back.
"Silly boy! You didn't bring any protection now did you?" he chuckled.
I cocked my head to one side giving him a quizzical look.
"I can hide behind Lisa. You know how Viv is. If you're single you're fair game."
I should have brought Amber and had her pose as my wife. Then again maybe that wasn't such a good idea. Catch 22.
"Your stuff is in your room, next to mine and Lisa's. Catch you around," he said as he strode off back to the house.
I suppose I didn't have anything to worry about really. Viv was getting married and that would put an end to her man hunting. I needn't be so flustered by her presence or teasing. I was determined to be more confident now that I had reasoned it out.
Relax, enjoy and wish Viv all the best.
I walked back to the house, her cryptic comment nagging me somewhere in the back of my head.
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A shower and change into clean clothes had settled me. The hot water eased the tension from my body. A week without release had me stroking myself under the spray, images of Amber's naked, hot tight body bringing my erection to maximum hardness.
Relief was only a moment away, but I decided to hold off. I'd try and catch up with Amber on Sunday night. Our mutual release would be so more satisfying after being apart for a time.
I strode downstairs and out to the garden setting where the wedding was to be held. There must have been three hundred people there.
The setting was outstanding. Flowerbeds in full bloom lined the avenue the bride would walk for a clear fifty meters. Large eucalyptus trees formed a green backdrop past the gazebo where the bride and groom were to be wed.
A small army of caterers busied through the crowd of guests, serving the finest of food and drink.
Schubert's Trout quintet played from a remnant of the orchestra that was taking a break.
I looked for Mike. The small groups of guests making it hard to navigate around and search for someone. I finally found him near a small lake with Lisa and a few other guests.
He waved as I approached. "Dave! Over here!"
Although the affair was semi formal, the ladies had dressed to kill at this particular wedding. Lisa was a vision.
Blood rushed to my cock.
"Wow! Lisa! You look absolutely stunning!" I said to her.
"Thank you, David," she replied with big smile.
Her strawberry blonde hair was piled up on her head with gleaming ornament holding it in place. Wispy locks fell at the side of her angelic face. Sparkling earrings hung low off her lobes.
A backless sleek dress hugged her form, neckline plunging down to her navel. Her braless breasts held fast only by the tautness of the material against which they pressed. The dress finished mid thigh revealing her perfect legs. High-heeled footwear completed the masterpiece.
My heart rate increased dramatically.
Before my ogling became obvious, fortune sent a waiter to us with a tray of drinks. I grabbed a glass of champagne and quickly downed half of it in one gulp.
"Bit thirsty hey Dave?" Mike chuckled.
"A tad warm out here," I replied, pulling at my open necked collar.
Truth was, all the female flesh on display was driving my libido to breaking point and Mike knew this.
"Why don't you have a look around the house?" he offered. "Lisa and I walked around a bit. Some incredible stuff in there."
"Good idea," I said nodding.
I excused my self from the group and made my way to the house, eyeing off the pretty ladies as I went.
The mansion was truly magnificent. Johnathon Greene had spared no expense on his private life. From priceless artworks to gold plated toilet furnishings, the man had style and showed it.
I made my way from room to room, grabbing another champagne on the way. A number of other guests were wondering through the house marveling at the grandeur.
Eventually I made my way up to the top floor. If a door was closed I left it alone, otherwise I'd peek in to see if was empty and perhaps walk in for a look around.
A door ahead to my right was slightly ajar. Pushing it open a little more I peeked my head around the corner. It seemed empty.
I walked in. A nicely appointed bedroom. A classic four-poster bed against one wall. Beautiful decorations and hardwood furniture as many of the other rooms sported.
A soft voice spoke from behind me, "Hello David."
My heart stopped.
No, please God, not this!
I turned slowly.
"I'm glad you came up. Now we can have our little chat," Vivienne said seductively.
