Many thanks to Kirk2004 for editing this story.
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Easter is a booming time at North Scandinavian ski resorts. The weather is usually above zero and very pleasant and sunny. Everybody is at least four days off the job. I was at one of the larger more popular hotels in our North together with three friends.
A gorgeous brunette gave me a bright smile and some kind comments during breakfast and now at the "after ski" I saw her sitting only a few tables away from my gang. Once again I got a bright smile from her when our eyes met. I smiled back and went to her table, introduced myself, and invited her for dinner.
Of course, my invitation was a game with low odds but an old saying says who dares wins! I dared, and I won because she accepted my invitation.
Before dinner we met at the bar for a drink. My dream-girl with the bright smile introduced herself as Amanda Nilsson and told me that she was at the hotel with a gang of her colleagues who worked at a multinational company's main office in our capital city.
The dinner went much better than expected. Amanda was a very easygoing girl, and we had no problems keeping our chat on a pleasant level. After the dinner she gave me a real surprise when she asked, "Would you prefer the noisy crowded bar or my room for a drink in a little more comfortable atmosphere?"
"Your room will be fine." I replied, but on the way to her room I couldn't resist thinking, "It is far too easy 'bingo' for happen to me in the real life. Is it a really a wonderful dream or is it a trap?"
It was a wonderful dream. Nobody was waiting in her single room, and once inside I attached the safety chain.
"It keeps jealous boyfriends on the right side of the door," I said.
Amanda laughed. Then she placed two glasses and a bottle of whisky on the table and poured us a drink.
"Cheers, my friend," she smiled as she lifted her glass.
"Cheers, beautiful," I replied, accidentally laying my hand on her knee.
She didn't make any attempt to remove my hand. Instead she whispered in my ear, "I really like you."
She went over and dimmed the lights, and, before she sat down again, I took off her short skirt and tenderly caressed her legs.
"Nice legs, my dear."
In less than a minute we were both necking, naked in her bed and as soon as I felt that she was wet, I mounted her in the missionary position. I got the feeling that the size of my tool was a positive surprise for her because she moaned and groaned rather loudly as I entered her.
Amanda had a great body with nice shaped breasts, a tight pussy, and long beautiful legs.
"Do it again, my love, do it again."
I did. Even this time we did it missionary position. Now it lasted longer, but she began groaning again when it was close to her. We relaxed much longer and talked about ourselves. I was surprised to hear that she was nine and a half years older than me, and she sounded pleased to hear that I was so much younger. However we agreed that our ages was of little importance.
After a whisky and some further small talk I persuaded her to suck me for the first time and after she had succeeded in getting me stone hard again, she climbed up on me for an intensive ride which got her totally exhausted. After she climaxed she was asleep within a couple of minutes.
That was really a night to remember and it was after eight o'clock when we woke up for a quick morning fuck before I left her room for a shower and for dressing in ski clothes in my own room. Amanda and I had agreed to have dinner together that evening. It was a great day for me!
Throughout the day I couldn't help thinking about Amanda, although I understood that it could never be anything but two great nights to remember. Amanda was 35and very well off with a good paying job and an expensive house just outside our capital city. I was 25 and only had a temporary job in town. The job paid fairly well, but it would only last for a couple of months. I was sure that back home Amanda would brag to her friends that she met a "toy-boy" with a big cock who gave her a great Easter fuck. Why should I care? After all I got great sex.
That evening was memorable with only a slight difference. After dinner we went to the bar for some dancing and mingling before we went to Amanda's room for four fucks.
Before parting we made the usual promises to keep in touch, but I didn't believe I would ever see her again. However that same evening I received a long text message from her. She confessed her love for me and how much she missed me that evening.
I sent her a kind reply and we soon began keeping in touch via e-mail. A month later she invited me over for the weekend. I accepted and was surprised that she had such an expensive looking home in one of the best areas outside the city.
Amanda asked me if I was impressed. I agreed that it was tastefully furnished, but she was a little disappointed when I told her that I sold all kinds of houses equal in value to hers in my town for less that half the price.
We had a good time and one month later Amanda invited me again. That night after a pleasant dinner at a local restaurant, she told me that she had a very important matter to discuss with me.
"I'm pregnant and 100 percent sure that you are the father. It is our responsibility to find the best possible solution. Of course, the baby will be DNA tested as soon as possible. How do you feel about this?"
Amanda had taken me by surprise.
"Amanda, I don't know what to say. Frankly, I'm shocked. I need time to think about this. How do you feel?"
She looked straight in my eyes before she replied.
"Abortion is out of the question, and raising a child as a single parent is not the best solution for our baby."
I was surprised but understood what she wanted to do. I decided to play her game.
"You made a very happy man of me. Of course, I will take care of my child and marry the lovely mother of my child. You are my dream-girl because I've been dreaming about you since Easter."
This was the perfect solution for an unemployed guy like me with only two weeks left on the lease on my apartment. But I was honest, very honest indeed, when I told her about my warm feelings for her. Although Amanda was ten years my senior, she was a very attractive woman. In fact she was much better looking than most girls my age. Another advantage was that with the lodging fixed, a new job would be much easier to find. Of course, a wife with a well-paid top job was an extra bonus.
However, there were also a number of disadvantages. Her family and friends would see me as a greedy gigolo with Amanda's money as the only goal in mind. That was totally wrong because I had done well in my temporary job and would even do better when I got a job in the booming capital area.
Most loving couples spend a lot of time planning their wedding and spend huge amounts of money for their wedding, at least when it is the first time for both.
A wedding can be fast and a rather inexpensive affair for those who prefer to do it that way. Amanda and I did it that way. Not for economic reasons but because Amanda wanted to do it that way and because it wasn't any big deal for me. I accepted without any objections.
First a short wedding ceremony just before noon at the city hall, followed by a good lunch together with our two witness, Amanda's best friend Lina and her husband Fredrick. After that my new wife and I took a taxi to the airport, a flight to Rome, and a connecting flight to the romantic Island of Capri where we had booked a week at a five star hotel.
It was a very romantic week with a lot of great sex. I was convinced that my marriage was the very best thing I ever done in my life.
Back at Amanda's house I was very happy to see that I had gotten mail from a real estate agency. They wanted to see me about a temporary job for three months. I went there and got the job because the boss knew the boss from my previous temporary job. So far, so good until Amanda visited her parents. Then shit hit the fan.
Her parents were arrogant, rich and rude people living in a run down house in a rich neighborhood. To my surprise they didn't even pretend to be kind to me. They ignored me. All of their questions about me were addressed to Amanda, and I was referred to as "He there."
Her mom went too far when she asked Amanda, "Would my girl like a cup of coffee and does 'he there´ drink coffee."
I stood up and addressed Amanda.
"Dear Amanda, could you please tell those living creatures that 'he there' prefers to go now. See you later."
Amanda rushed after me when I left the house. Right there in her parents driveway we had the first serious quarrel of our marriage.
"Don't you dare act like a spoiled child. Come back and act like an adult."
I saw her parents standing at the doorway but had enough and shouted back, "This is both my first and my last visit to this mad house. Never again!"
It's not easy to be a newlywed with such in-laws. Amanda and I didn't speak to each other for a few days., I was convinced that it was better to stand my ground now than to put up with her parents for the rest of my life.
Then we spent a week at my parent's farm. It was a real surprise for Amanda, much bigger and more modern than she had expected. My parents were very friendly to her.
A few days after coming back to Amanda's house, she held a "girl dinner" to introduce me to her friends. I offered to dine with them but disappeared as soon as possible so that they could have their girl talk without me present. Amanda didn't like my idea and got me to be some kind of toastmaster for the evening.
Amanda had invited ten ladies. Everyone was older than me, a few were even very good looking. While serving them a welcome drink, it was easy to see the different ways they looked at me. Some gave me bright smiles, some were neutral but a few could not hide that they regarded me as a gigolo of some kind.
However, the dinner went much better than expected. After the starter Amanda introduced her friends with a few words about each of them. Then it was my turn to introduce myself.
