Father-Husband of the Bride

[Felicia Florence]

This was suppose to be her special day...HER DAY.....at least that's what everybody had told her...now look at her...locked in her masture suit...not wanting to face the church bells as she sat in a fetal possition..IN A CORNER...thinking about her life up until now. Not just that, but her friends and family at the door, knocking on it like nobody's business...and begging her to come out. Now Angelica wasn't one to back out of anything but this...haha...this was something completely different...this was about love...plain and simple...and she didn't feel it for this man. For months now they'd been just dating to make her father happy, the man who set her up with the cock sucker he wanted her to marry. Now, Angelica wasn't keen on the idea of dating a man who was the complete opposite of her at first...but the more she thought about it...the more it made her father happy....the more it made her happy. Her father hadn't seen to many happy days since the death of his wife and Angelica's mother 5 years ago...so for her to see him smile as he did when Josh wrapped his arm around her as he watched a movie with her at home...well...it nearly made her cry...She loved her father...more than anything...but to live a lie...to lie about love...harboring false feeling for someone she could never feel that way for...that wasn't right...that wasn't her...So as she sat on the floor that day...she decided she'd tell that to her father's face, as she knew already, he'd be coming to see her soon.

 

[Jester]

James was looking at the mirror. For his age he was good looking and still did not have much grey in his hair. He was tall and well built and knew he still had the best years of his life ahead of him.

He missed his wife and did not like being alone but he had always had his daughter to support him. But today was her wedding day and he was sure that her time would be split between him and her new husband.

The lad was a good man. Hard working and had a good career. He thought Angelica was pretty and treated her nicely but James knew there was no magic.

He checked his cuffs before leaving his room. He made his way to Angel's room and knocked politely.

"Angel. Are you ready? Can I come in?" He loved his daughter. He wanted her to be happy. He knew this would be hard. Seeing her in her wedding dress. Looking beautiful. He would want her in a way that no father should want his daughter.

 

[Felicia Florence]

James was looking at the mirror. For his age he was good looking and still did not have much grey in his hair. He was tall and well built and knew he still had the best years of his life ahead of him.

He missed his wife and did not like being alone but he had always had his daughter to support him. But today was her wedding day and he was sure that her time would be split between him and her new husband.

The lad was a good man. Hard working and had a good career. He thought Angelica was pretty and treated her nicely but James knew there was no magic.

He checked his cuffs before leaving his room. He made his way to Angel's room and knocked politely.

"Angel. Are you ready? Can I come in?" He loved his daughter. He wanted her to be happy. He knew this would be hard. Seeing her in her wedding dress. Looking beautiful. He would want her in a way that no father should want his daughter.

She'd gotten up in a stir to go answer the door, almost stumbling and ripping her dress in the process. "Daddy?" She opened the door to give a little peek, seeing other people behind him trying to barge their way in made her angry inside...she obviously wanted to be alone! "GO AWAY..." She suddenly opened the door and pulled her father inside quickly. As she walked a little aways from him she turned to gaze at her loving father. "Daddy..." She said in such a timid tone as she did a little turn for him. She wanted to show him her wedding dress, the same one her mother wore on their special day. "I'm 20....way younger than mom when she first married you...and yet...this thing fits like a glove...Do you like it?" She walked over to him just so she could timidly put her hands on his shoulders as she steadied herself, leaning against him as she took off her heels and kicked them aside so she'd be her normal height...so she'd feel more comfy as she cuddled into him and just breathed in deeply, admireing his scent.

 

[Jester]

It was to be expected for her to be nervous. And so as he entered her room he told the aunts and cousins to go downstairs and leave them together.

He heard the gaggle of people moving and leaving them in peace and only then could he really appreciate the view.

She was beautiful. Utterly beautiful. She was right the dress looked a perfect fit for her and he could not help but enjoy the sight of her good sized breasts. She looked sweet and innocent and when she embraced him tearfully he was ashamed at his erection and arousal.

He wrapped strong arms around her and buried his head into her hair and breathed in deeply. He squeezed her tight and kissed her forehead.

"You look so beautiful. Wonderful." He brushed her hair back and kissed her forehead again. "It fits perfectly. I wanted to carry your mum straight to the room and ravish her when I saw her in it." He then pushed her away so he could take another look. "I think you may be a little bigger breasted than she was....." My god she was sexy.

 

[Felicia Florence]

"Oh Daddy, you silly pumpkin..." She was trying her best to defuse the situation as she knew her father had either an erection or a large bulk flashlight in his pants. She wondered if she should say anything about her looking just as her mother did in the wedding pictures. "I tried to do my best to get everything right...to make myself look like mom...I didn't take into account my breasts were bigger....no wonder it took a little work to pull the zipper up around my breasts....tee hee hee...." She didn't want to admit it but her father was perfect today...perfect in the sense that he looked really suave...dashing in fact....these thoughts didn't strike her often when she was with a man...only ones that she liked...she always wanted to marry a man like her father...he was so well rounded as a man. "Dad, I have to say....I never asked but you don't look a day over 30...how old are you? and how old were you when mom and you got married?"

 

[Jester]

He smiled at her questions and replied. "We were 25 when we got married. You look just like her." He touched his daughters cheek as he remembered her mother. He stroked it gently.

"I am fourty five. And you are twenty. I think you look even more beautiful than your mother did. It makes it hard to resist. I could not resist your mother all those years ago. So how can i resist you?" He knew he was talking and that he should stop. But then he touched her breast. He squeezed it through her dress. "I don't want to lose you Angel. I know I will. Promise me that you will still be my wonderful daughter and that you will always love your dad."

 

[Felicia Florence]

"Daddy, stop, your making me blush.." Her father could be such a sweet talking sometimes...that's why it was always hard to say no to him...but not saying no led to where she was today...she'd eventually need to say it...but it was hard to think about that with his hand on her breast. "Daddy, stop messing around." She removed his hand from her breast and leaned against him kissing his neck. "Of course i'll always love you...of course you'll always be my Daddy...and as my Daddy I prefer not to lie to you...so with a heavy heart....I need to say that I can't marry that boy out there...because I don't love him." She frowned hoping he wouldn't be too upset...so she said something she knew would make him smile. "You know how the old saying goes...that song...I may look at the caddy, but my heart belongs to Daddy."