Under My Boss's Control

“How can you marry this man?” my father asked in that first call. “He’s almost twice your age! He could be dead before your children are grown!”

“Yes,” said my mother. “Think of yourself in your fifties! He’ll be retired!”

“That doesn’t matter,” I assured them. “Julius is very physically fit, and fifteen years is not that big of a gap. When I’m 50, he’ll be 65. I’d happily retire with him then.”

“But what about children?” said my mother.

“We haven’t talked much about it,” I said. “But it would happen sooner, rather than later, if it happens.”

“It better happen!” my father said. “We want grandchildren!”

My crazy parents: One minute, they object to my new husband and in the next minute, “Where’s my grandchildren?” You see why I had to move out as soon as possible?

Fortunately, deep down, my parents were good people. They loved me and wanted to see me happy. Their many questions and complaints were just their way of making sure I knew what I wanted. I guess you’d call it their vetting process.

For the ceremony and the reception, we decided to do everything on Julius’ estate. It was big enough, and a lot of venues simply weren’t open yet. We kept the guest list pretty minimal and had plenty of cameras so that friends that couldn’t make it could watch online.

We caught a beautiful day. It was sunny, mid-70s, with very little wind. Guests could watch the ceremony and then go right to the reception. People practiced social distancing and wore masks. The caterers had hand sanitizing stations and were taking appropriate precautions.

Getting my dress was a bit of an ordeal. The shops were still closed, so I had to do everything online and then modify the dress accordingly.

Tara and I got together, and she helped me put the finishing touches. She looked great as my bridesmaid as well. Sam was Julius’ best man and the mail-order tuxes they got shipped seemed to fit them both great. It’s kind of amazing what you can order online these days.

At the ceremony, the judge married us. My parents had, of course, pushed for a more religious ceremony.

Eventually, Julius pointed out that it would be impossible and less safe to do it in a church right now, and they reluctantly agreed. In the face of the crisis, they knew they couldn’t push the issue too far.

When I finally said the words, “I do”, I knew I was saying them to the man I would be with forever. I was so excited. I was half-tempted to say, “Yes, sir” instead. We moved to the reception area, where the tables were spaced far apart, and everyone was served appetizers and then drinks and dinner.

Each table had a bouquet of white lilies, fancy lace tablecloths, and exquisite-looking china, with silver utensils and fluted glasses. The wedding cake was a classic white one, towering in several layers, with pink flowers and a little bride and groom up top. The local bakery had done a great job and was grateful to get the work after the long shutdown.

After a great day — the greatest day, really — I marveled at the caterers. They had been so professional and clean. They seemed to have no problem adjusting their activities to fit the new level of cleanliness.

By the time they packed all the food away and took all the extra equipment, I swear the kitchen was cleaner than they had left it. There was nothing else for Julius and me to do than enjoy our first night as husband and wife.

“How’s the butt plug?” he asked as we walked toward the bedroom.

“I felt so naughty wearing it today.” I giggled. “It’s like having a little secret.”

He hefted me into his arms and opened the door with his foot. The bed and the bedroom were festooned with rose petals. It smelled fresh and alive.

“Oh, sweetie,” I said. “You think of everything. I love it.”

Carrying me to the bed, he set me down, and I rolled around in the petals for a moment. He began to carefully get undressed and hang his tuxedo up.

“Are you ready to lose your anal virginity?” he asked.

“Of course, sir.” I smiled. “I hope you enjoy taking it.”

“I think you’re going to be the one taking it,” he said, joking.

I started taking off my dress, but it was kind of elaborate. Julius stopped and assisted me by opening the back buttons. Slipping it off, I was left in my white, lacy underwear, form-fitting against my curves.

Looking into the mirror, I could see the outline of the butt plug, which had stretched me out all day. Sometimes, when I sat down to talk to our guests during the day, I could feel it shift, and it felt so good!

Taking off my underwear, I did a little striptease for my new husband. He was completely naked and already aroused. He squirted some lube on his cock, and I helped rub it all up and down his shaft. It was so big! Would it fit?