I smiled all the way home from the bar. I arrived home and slept soundly that night. The first good sleep in years. I woke up and went straight to my computer to see if Red had sent me an email. My mind raced with memories of the night before. The last thing in my inbox subject line was
Dear Mr. Fantasy,
"Well," I thought, "That's a creepy name but I opened it anyway......
I can't believe I'm writing you! This is Connie from last night. I'm sure you remember. Well you probably remember Sara better than either Sandra or I. You got me wondering last night and..... Well.... Could you help me out with a fantasy of mine please? I'll wait till you respond to tell you about it because it's very private.
Red's name is Sara. It felt nice knowing her name though I didn't think I would ever meet her again. It was kind of awkward seeing this e-mail. I was actually being asked to help out with another fantasy. Now Connie was certainly very attractive and I was wondering if I could actually please her as much as I had pleased Sara. Connie was blonde with short hair. The last I saw it, it was slightly spiky. She was about 5'6" with a chest that fit her frame perfectly.
'What the hell.' I told myself. Even if there's a chance to see that kind of pleasure on a woman's face again I would have to take the chance. I clicked on my mic and dictated....
Connie. I definitely remember all three of you. It was a very pleasurable experience and I would love to help you. I do have a few rules we will have to go by though. If you agree to them then please send me your request and I'll see what I can do to fulfill your heart's desire. I wish to be paid. The amount does not matter to me $1 or $1,000,000 to be paid for after I fulfill my end of the bargain. My final demand is this fantasy to be your deepest desire and that you enjoy yourself to the fullest.
I honestly didn't know if it was the pleasure Sara received or the money I received. I had never been paid for sex so maybe I liked being a gigolo. I decided to cover all my bets. I hit the send button and went to the kitchen to get the breakfast my cook had already laid out on the table. I took out my laptop and checked on my businesses, stocks and news reports while I ate. I found it hard to concentrate on anything though. I was remembering what Connie looked like last night at the bar and wondering what she truly wanted deep down.
It was an hour later and I had already decided I didn't need to go into any of the offices when my mail icon lit up. My stomach tightened. I opened the mail addressed to Mr. Fantasy. I won't bore you with the actual mail. I'll just sum it up for you. She was engaged, but living with her fiancรฉ. They started living with each other soon into their relationship and now a week away from their wedding they were living as if they had been married 20 yrs. There was very little passion and when there was it was a three minute marathon. It seemed hard for her since she also revealed to me that she really liked little kinky things. Far from the vanilla sex she was getting. She just needed a last fling so to speak. He had done something to her that had really upset her and she was looking for vengeance as well so she decided to put revenge in with her fantasy. Connie really didn't care if it was before or after the wedding. There was a lot of detail to what she described as her misery.
Now normally I did my best to stay away from married women, no matter how unsuccessful I was. I decided I would try this one to see if I could relive the feelings from the night before.
Connie, it would please me greatly to help you. Please send me a wedding invitation in the name of John Smith.
(Bad fake names are easier to hide than good ones)
I will also need a picture of you of any type you wish, the name of your favorite charity. A separate picture of your fiancรฉ and a schedule of things he may be doing this week. Your honeymoon schedule with the names of hotels and room numbers as well. Sending these to me will confirm your desire to complete this contract and once confirmed there will be no more correspondence and you will not be able to change your mind. I will take alterations in mood or actions as part of your fantasy. Please be very sure you are willing and able to follow through before you confirm. Nothing will be planned to hurt your future or put you in a bad position with your fiancรฉ.
Ok so I took business seriously. The e-mail wasn't to encourage her. Everything was up to her. It was 2 days later I got everything I asked for in attachments and she simply said.
I'm more than ready.
I still wasn't sure how I was going to pull it off. I thought about it for the two days I spent waiting on her reply. I could have easily shown up at her house while he was at work, or fishing. It would have been way too easy. I felt my role in this was to enhance her enjoyment to the boiling point. The invitation I asked for, well that was for me. I just had to see Red again and I was sure she was invited. Suddenly my mind shifted into high gear and all my plans were laid out. I left the house and drove to my Doctors office. 'Can't do anything normal can you?' I asked myself chuckling.
The day of the wedding arrived. I dressed in one of my best suits and headed for the garage. I was going to drive my Mustang, but stopped at my Viper. A smile crossed my lips as I touched the door and it opened for me. I pulled up to the church 45 minutes early when only the wedding party was there, though a few guests were milling about. As I approached the doors an usher asked, "Are you a friend of the Brides or Grooms?"
"The Bride's actually." I replied."May I see Connie? I have a present for her."
"Well the presents are all going to be in the meeting hall for the reception." He responded pointing at a building across the parking lot.
"Oh I'll put it there my good man" I said."I would just like her to see it first." I walked past him to the bride's waiting room I had already been to earlier in the week as I walked through my plan.
I straightened my jacket and knocked on the bride's door. "Just a minute!" Someone called from inside. I heard shuffling and giggling before the knob turned and Sara opened the door. Her eyes went wide as she recognized me and she lowered her head slightly. 'It looks like she hasn't been completely cured of her shyness.' I thought.
Connie
There he was. Alex Hamlin, Mr. Fantasy himself. Damn he was gorgeous. He was standing in the doorway of my sacred bridal chamber. Even though previously he had known Sara a little more intimately than most people and Sandra had a huge crush on him, his attention was on me alone. I could feel myself getting wet as he entered the room.
"Connie, it's been years since I've seen you." He said walking to me." I can't believe the pretty girl I knew in high school is getting married. You are even more beautiful than I remember."
I held out my hand for him as I looked at Sandra whose eyes quickly shifted from him to me and back again. "John, dear I'm so glad you could make it." I said catching his little game. "I was expecting you earlier this week though."
"Oh I just wanted to make sure I saw you on your wedding day" he replied taking my hand and kissing it sending little quakes through my pussy.