Marriage Guidance (closed for shizzz)

[rockinzoe]

Marriage guidance

Lucy was nervous as she sat in the Church reception waiting for her first talk with Father Lance Morgan. He had been the head of her church for many years and yet she had not spoken to him before, outside of a courteous hello as she left the church. It had been only a month ago when Robbie her husband to be had asked her father’s permission to ask her and it had taken him 2 weeks more to ask her himself. When she approached the altar the following Sunday after the service and he looked at her, it felt like the first time he had truly given her his attention, his smile had been warm as her father had told him the news, asked when they could possibly book the wedding. They had been ushered into the Fathers study, sat down whilst he explained that whilst he would be delighted to marry the young couple, he would not until he was sure they understood the holy act they were about to undertake, only then would they be allowed to marry in his church.

So there was Lucy, nervously waiting on a pleasant Monday morning for her meeting, Robbie had already visited the evening before. Lucy had grilled him about what had been discussed and was disappointed to find out how he had been sworn to silence and that neither couple should ever know what has happened in the solo sessions.

It felt like forever she waited, and she got restless, looking down at herself she worried the floating summer dress was too childish, was it too low for her now her bust had finally settled on a double D cup? She was thankful that she didn’t have to dress too modestly, what did it matter if the skirt of her dress only reached her knees because she had sized up, in order to stop her gym worked backside from holding it up too much.

Lucy changed between fiddling with the hem of her dress and one of her blonde curls that rested on top of her breast, her nerves and the leather chair were making her sweat, she was just about to run out of the door when two feet appeared in front of her, she looked up, brown eyes meeting brown.

 

[shizzz]

Lance loved his herd. They were a sweet well meaning lot. With a good diversity across ages, ethnicities, and cultures. He was very proud of where his community had come over the last 15 years he’d spent here.

He was not surprised by Robbie approaching him he had heard talk of his courting Lucy. Lucy was a different story he’d been watching her grow for awhile and she had struck him. Been something he’d eyed for awhile

Her blond hair had always shone in the light. But as she’d grown he couldn’t deny the healthy woman she’d become.

Robbie though, well he was a sweet man. And he was worried a sweet man might not be able to keep a woman like her. Lucy would be chased, harassed, and sought after.

Those thoughts were fully validated as he stepped into his office. She sat there in the chair, her head down staining at her hands in her lap. Her generous bosom swelled into the neckline of her dress, one lovely blond curl resting on the silky skin

If there marriage was gonna make it, he would need to turn her submissive traits up and test her loyalty. That’s why he’d told Robbie about the secrecy

“hello there Lucy” he said with a want smile as he stepped up to her, reaching his hand down to shake hers.

“It’s wonderful having you hear. I can’t tell you how excited I am for you and Robbie” he said as his eyes slid down her thighs.

“You will make an amazing bride and a wonderful wife!”

 

[rockinzoe]

She had stood so suddenly, having hoped to have notice of him coming in, he was a man of the church he deserved her respect.

“Father Morgan, I am sorry I never heard you come in.” She stood shaking his hand for a little too long before sitting again. Lucy watched him, she had never been this close and couldn’t help but think about how he looked exactly like you would imagine a typical man of god to be.

“We’re really excited too, it can’t come soon enough.” Surely no more than a couple of sessions and she could start to plan the dream wedding

 

[shizzz]

He smiled as she popped up in front of him, the view of her chest jiggling delightfully.

His 6’1 frame stood tall above her, and as close as he was she had to turn her head up to look at him as they shook hands.

She stared up into his hazel eyes. The glasses he wore framed a handsome face, nothing to write home to your mother about, but not unsightly. His hair was a dirty blond that fell halfway to his shoulders. In his mid forties his abdomen was well padded, a good extra 20 lb belly, the classic ‘dad bod’, except he wasn’t a dad.

He began to ask her a few questions as he let go of her hand once she sat down. He walked back to his desk, asking her a few questions, before sitting at the chair behind it, waiting for her answers