Since I wasn't satisfied with the parts 6 - 8, I've revised them a bit and am now posting them here again. If you have already read this part, you can safely skip it. The changes are not crucial to the story.
I've also decided not to put all the parts in one category, but in that one, where the chapter fits best. However, it can be, that the content of the chapter also fits into another category. Please take note of this, before you rate the content. And I would also appreciate it very much, if you leave me a few comments.
All parts belong together. I recommend to read the story from the beginning.
Thanks a lot to Kenjisato for editing!
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Klaus:
Two weeks later, we had received a thick letter from the TV station with all the documents and information for participating in the Wedding Show. The recording of the show was to take place four weeks later. We had watched a few old episodes and, where possible, practiced a few games that were always played.
Of course, the bonus minute was a lot of fun for us. If the winning couple managed to kiss for exactly one minute at the end, there was another €500,000 on top. We practiced for hours and finally managed to estimate exactly one minute, nine times out of ten. How we managed that was a bit unusual, but also typical of my wife-to-be. Manu pushed my cock down her throat as far as it would go, so she couldn't breathe anymore, and tried to find out how long a minute was.
When the time came, with pounding hearts, we drove to the TV studio in Holland. We would spend the night before in a hotel, while Manu's family, Birgit and Oliver only came on the actual day of shooting. We had the smallest group of supporters with us, but they created the most excitement and they had every reason to do so. We were able to win game after game and, in the end, we actually stood there and tried to kiss for a minute.
When the start signal came, I pushed my tongue into Manu's mouth and pushed hers back, so that she had the feeling of having my cock in her throat again. She had a better handle on it and when she pushed my tongue away again, I immediately broke our contact.
We looked excitedly at the moderator who was standing next to us with the stopwatch.
"Manuela and Klaus, what do you think, how long did you last?"
Always this artificial tension! That wasn't my thing at all. But Manuela had fun with it and since she was really good, she answered accordingly, self-confident.
"One minute, of course!"
"Yes, you were really good. Your kiss lasted exactly... fifty-nine seconds and ten tenths! EXACTLY ONE MINUTE!!!"
Manu and I hugged each other and our fans couldn't stay in their seats anymore. They stormed the stage and celebrated and cheered with us.
After a few minutes, everyone had calmed down and Manu and I got our prize. We would actually spend two weeks in a luxury resort in the Seychelles! I saw the envy in the eyes of the other couples and the viewers, but I didn't care.
We had spent the whole show in normal clothes, but then it was time to get ready for the show wedding. The recording was interrupted for almost an hour, until the bride was finally dressed and made up. Since I only had to put on a suit, I was, of course, finished much faster. While waiting, I chatted with the assistants who had helped me change before I was called back to the studio.
My nervousness became less and less during the recording, but right then, as I stood up on the show stairs and waited for Manuela, my heart was beating like a sledgehammer in my throat and I had the feeling that I was about to tip over. I even held on to the end of the railing to be safe.
Did I mention that I hated that artificial tension? Then there were questions about how I felt, what I thought Manu would look like and everything like that. I had a really hard time controlling myself, and not saying what I was really thinking.
But then, the light finally went out and only a spotlight illuminated the gate, through which Manu was about to come. In order to increase the tension, 'Thus Spoke Zarathustra' was played, and when the gate finally opened with the last sounds — Manuela appeared, and my control was gone.
Manuela had always been the perfect beauty, but this dress made her even more perfect. The white strapless dress was cut tight and emphasized her gorgeous figure. Basically, it was quite transparent and attached white flowers covered her body up to just below her crotch. From then on only a few flowers were left. The short train ended about a meter behind her.
She wore her hair down, and luckily, she wore only very subtle makeup. Not being a makeup fan, I was glad she didn't usually wear makeup or need makeup at all. And even then, it looked as if only bright-red lipstick had been applied.
With every step closer that she took, I began to tremble more. I was glad to have the railing in my hand. The moderator said something to me, but I completely ignored it. I only had eyes for the most beautiful woman in this world. When she finally took the last step and stood in front of me, we just hugged and held each other tightly. We didn't even give each other a kiss. We just held each other in a tight embrace and fought to not start crying.
I don't know how long we stood like that before we could be separated again. We were asked something else, but neither Manu nor I, knew afterwards what was asked and what we had answered. We then had to look at the recording.
Then it finally went to a fake registry office where a fake registrar performed a fake marriage ceremony. The real wedding ceremony was then carried out the next day in a registry office in Holland. But no matter, we were finally married, endlessly happy and looking forward to our honeymoon.
Manuela:
It was broadcast six weeks later. Finally, we also knew what was being talked about all the time because, just like Klaus, I didn't know much about it afterwards. The whole thing had been too overwhelming.
All hell broke loose the next day. Everyone who knew us, and many customers, wanted to congratulate us. Some time ago, I had started an apprenticeship as a travel agent, and for the last four weeks, I had to run the whole business with my colleague who had just finished her apprenticeship because our boss was in the hospital after a serious accident. Luckily, on her last night in the hospital, she had also seen the show and could guess what would happen on Monday.
And she could also imagine what kind of concern I would have. Going away for two weeks just after Christmas didn't make her happy, but with the help of my colleague, I managed it.
My next customers also felt this satisfaction. They actually wanted to book a trip to Tunisia for a family of four. But the hotels that they had selected from the catalog were all occupied, and those that still had free capacity, did not meet her expectations. During the conversation, I noticed that money was not really an issue for them, and so I had no scruples about describing Mauritius so splendidly, that in the end they almost begged me to finally book the last free places in the luxury hotel.
After the deal was done, I checked out for the lunch break. I almost bumped into Birgit at the front door.
"You're lucky, I was just about to make lunch break."
"That's good. I wanted to pick you up for that. Where are we going?"
"Across the street to the Arcades food court. There's potato pancakes today."
On the street, I linked my arm with my girlfriend. She knew me so damn well because she asked right away.
"What do you need?"
"I had a great idea the other day. Would you mind sewing something for me?"
"What?"
"I recently saw a really great dress in a photo. White, tight, floor-length with spaghetti straps, only a subtle neckline at the front but open at the sides up to the ankles and only held together with a very small strap at the chest and buttocks. A dress like that, I would like to take with me on my honeymoon."
"Sounds great. No problem, I'll do it for you. We both have tomorrow off. Then let's buy the material in the morning and start right away in the afternoon."
"I'm looking forward to taking my measurements and trying them on."
"Me too, and I think I'll make myself a dress like that, too."
Meanwhile, since we had arrived at the food court, we could no longer speak so freely. So this topic was settled and we talked about everyday things.
