Wedding Clothes And My Future Husband.

Six years ago I worked at a male wedding outfitters.
My job was to measure up the husband to be and other male members of the wedding party.
I'd advise on the types of wedding outfits, accompanying clothing and shoes. Plus cufflinks, scarves, and even underwear for the kilts we had.
During the measuring I'd sometimes brush the cock bulges of the men. Some would be cross, others would just ignore what happened, but more than just a few would want me to feel their cocks in the flesh.
Fourteen men at that outfitters, had felt my mouth around their cocks. And five of those had fucked me too. Two of them, being the grooms.
The first was the father of the groom. He was extremely forward, so when my hands roamed over his cock bulge, he suggested I suck it for him.
With the rest of his party waiting next door, I took his fat cock out of his trousers and gave him what turned out to be a quick but very satisfying blow job. When he came, he gripped my hair and literally fucked my face. Telling me to swallow, I did. And have done so with every guy I've had sex with since.
The first guy to fuck me at the wedding outfitters, was a young guy who I already knew was secretly bisexual.
He turned up on his own and right away wanted my arse. We got the measuring done first, but he was gagging for a fuck, so I knelt up on a chair after dropping my trousers and boxers. He rimmed me first, put on a condom I gave him and then fucked me like I was a piece of meat.
It was amazing and I had a wonderful orgasm, cumming all over the back of the chair.
The first groom to thrust his cock into my backside was somebody who I never would have guessed was bisexual.
He had a really large cock, and I knew why his wife to be wanted him in bed every night.
He fucked me not only at the outfitters, but also in his car a few times afterwards. At the outfitters I sat on his gorgeous dick and let him toss me off as we kissed on the same chair I'd cum on a few times by then.
You might be thinking how I remained in the job. Well that's easy, the proprietor, a man called George who's also gay, was fucking me too.
One of his mantras was 'Always keep the customers happy. In whatever way they need you'.
George knew full well some of the men being outfitted were receiving blow jobs and possibly fucking me. That's because as a young tailor he was taught to do the same thing for his clients.
Now as an older man, he's very much a top and to this day, although I don't work for him now, still mentors me when we meet up.
I now work for myself and have a straight business partner. We have a Bride and groom shop on the other side of the city to where my old outfitters is. My business partner looks after the bridal side of things with his two female employees. And I very much look after the men.
My boyfriend, the man I live with, is someone I outfitted in a kilt. He was the best man at his brothers wedding, and believe me wore nothing underneath at the ceremony or afterwords at the reception.
I know this because I attended the wedding to keep the outfits looking amazing.
We sucked and fucked after the reception in the hotel it took place in.
He kept the full outfit on for our first fuck, then got naked as we spent the entire night together. It was a wonderful night of sex and passionate emotions. Then the morning after, he chose to come out to his wedded brother and family.
It was beautiful watching them hug at breakfast. And especially emotional seeing my partner cry as his father (Who was ill) and he spoke and held each other.
His father spoke to me later on, asking me to look after his son.
Five weeks later we swapped our wedding outfits for funeral ones.
In the summer (Covid permitting) I'm going to be the one being outfitted at our wedding. My old mentor is providing all the men with their clothing for the day. He'll be attending too as my special guest. My lover and partner knows all about George and my past with him. He should do, as they've shared me more than once recently.