Chapter 32 – Sisters, Friends and Lovers
Pre-wedding games and massages, the ceremony


We checked into our rooms after our arrival at the resort. Again, thanks to Ivy's perseverance, we had a suite and the large bedroom had been refurnished to have four king size beds and one queen in it. Thus we could easily accommodate the fourteen of us in the core wedding party: Fran, Sheila, Ally, René, Ivy, Loren, Aidan, Matt, Ned, Jane, Marge, Zoey, Kristen, and me. Another suite next door had Dave, Jean, Sean, and Rita. Next to them were the Reddicks and Dunns. The others were spread out around the resort.

I bedded down for a nap. I'd found this trip particularly taxing for some reason. Loren joined me, but the others went out to prowl around the resort and get the lay of the land.

When I awoke an hour later, Loren and I went out on the porch overlooking one of the pools. I spotted a few of our party there, including my brother, Sheri, Lori, and Ace who had flown down from Chicago on their own. They were nude, lathered up with suntan oil, and baking in the Caribbean sun. I had noticed that their hometown had a high temperature that day of thirty, and the possibility of an end of season snow flurry or two.

I also saw Fran, Sheila, Ally, and a couple of others on loungers beside the pool. They too were naked, so I knew the dress code for our group. A further look revealed a few monokinis among people I didn't know, and a few more nudists. I knew I liked this place.

Val was naked and floating on a sun raft in the pool that turned slowly in the ripples, revealing all of her magnificent body to those that gawked at her. I could see the moisture in her slit, indicating that she was thinking about sex. Near her, her boyfriend Jerry talked to two of the men in the Henson's swing group.

Loren and I walked down to the pool, catching the glances of some people not in our party. Loren looked spectacular – killer body, shapely boobs, bubble ass, trimmed pussy that made her slit look enlarged, and a way of walking that suggested she was 'up' for anything you could think of. I knew she was too.

I briefly wondered if Loren would regress after the week that Fran and I had worked so hard to prepare her for, but then I remembered the many times she'd said she could never go back to her old way of living and thinking.

We got chaises and sat down in the midst of our crowd. Gale Dunn was next to me, naked, with everybody feeling her 'baby bump.' I got to feel the baby move, and I also got to stroke her belly where her stretched abdomen appeared to make her belly button look like it was about to be shot into space.

Matt lathered up Loren, and Ally applied suntan lotion all over me, and I mean all over. I ended with a 'six' on my ten-point scale, and I'd been so proud that I wasn't showing any arousal at the clothing optional resort. Ally reminded me that there weren't supposed to be any sexual acts in public. I knew we'd break that rule over and over again. She'd also learned that for the most part that rule applied only in the daytime. After dark, just about anything went anywhere except in the main lobby and the dining rooms.

Doug and Sheri joined us, and it was all I could do to keep from staring at her pussy the way she'd decided to sit cross-legged on one of the loungers. After a few minutes, I caught a sly grin from her; she knew she was teasing me and I was responding well by slowly getting a hard-on. I thought about how I hadn't spent so much time around naked people since we were working on Loren's shyness about six months earlier. Sheri rubbed one hand across her pussy, and then offered me her fingers. I sucked on each one, savoring her nectar.

Beside me, I felt a sexy presence arrive. I turned and there was my niece in all her glorious splendor. "Hi Uncle Steve." Lori took my hand and pulled it down to her pussy in a blatant and sexy act of defiance right in front of her father. Doug just rolled his eyes and turned to talk to someone else. I guess denial was the best way for her father to cope with his teenage daughter's bold sexuality.

I promised Lori we would find some time together during the week. She looked happy that I recalled the night together in their living room months earlier, and assured me she wanted more than just one repeat performance.

Jane came and sat down beside me. She said, "You did something about security here, didn't you?"

I smiled. "I arranged for your reputation to remain in tact. Wearing that big hat and the oversize sunglasses will help too."

I glanced around, and two well-built men in speedos were circulating nearby watching Jane but really watching who was watching her. They were also wearing terry cloth robes with the sleeves hacked off. Under one man's robe I could see the well-worn leather straps of a shoulder holster. Based on my instructions, no one except those in the wedding party were to take pictures of Jane. They were also there to protect the party from the paparazzi or anyone else intent on reputation destroying revelations. Those at the party had already been informed they should not post any of the photos they took of each other on the Internet.

Two single guys I worked with at FDC came and joined us: Jeremy and Rich. I'd confided with them about my initial dates with Fran and Sheila before I knew they were sisters, and then they'd also followed the growth and development of my polyamorous family. Now, for the first time, they were exposed, literally, to all my lovers, and vice versa. With all the T&A showing, they were obviously trying to suppress their zeal in ogling every female in the place.

After I made introductions, the guys sat and I noticed I wasn't the only one having trouble with rising excitement of a sexual nature. They'd just arrived on the island, and joined the group. I'd talked to them at work one day about the likely sexual nature of the group, and they both admitted that they would have thought they'd died and gone to heaven. Today, they were in heaven; all around them was ass, pussy, and tits of the highest quality on the planet, and based on what I'd told them, the likelihood of them sharing in some of that as the week went on was quite high.

I could see Ivy and Loren smiling at each other, and then at Rich and Jeremy. A few subtle moves, and soon the girls were sitting next to the guys and everybody had a cocktail in their hands with a little umbrella in it. The guys had quieted down by this point, but I easily believed they'd be ready on a moment's notice.

After a while, the four of them wandered off, generally in the direction of one of the bungalows that I figured the guys had rented for the week. The rest of the group hung out under the shade umbrellas and some palm trees until cocktail time. Only then did Ivy and Loren reappear with Jeremy and Rich not far behind them looking satisfied and limp. All four of them dove into the pool and swam around a bit before joining us. I grinned to myself that the promise of coming to the island had been realized for the two guys on their first day there thanks to my horny friends. The girls both gave me a wink when they rejoined the group. No one said anything about their absence.

I watched Jerry and Val blend into the group, particularly with Fran catching up on her phone sex adventures no doubt. Rita joined them, and I saw an increasing interaction between Val's boyfriend Jerry and Rita, until the two of them went off together. At that point Val came over to me.

Val said, "Fran told me to be ... blunt with you. I'd like to make love with you ... now. I wanted to say this and do this the day we met in Newport, but ... well, now just seems the time. Are you ..."

I smiled up at her and interrupted, "I'd be delighted." I rose and the two of us sauntered off to my suite. I had one hand on her bare ass, finding it taut and exciting to stroke.

Thirty minutes later, I'd given Val six orgasms and blasted a gallon of cum into her tight twat. She was a moaner, and gave as much as she got. I skipped the Tantric routine, and just went for quantity with her. I knew we'd be having fun again later in the week. At her option, she chose to return to the group with our juices running down her leg; I think she saw them as some badge of accomplishment or conquest. Whatever, I thought she looked very sexy.

Jerry and Rita were already back from their assignation when we got back to our group beside the pool. Val went over to Jerry and talked to him. I got a kick out of watching him suddenly realize what the moisture on her leg was. He looked shocked, intrigued, aroused, and then horny again. Val led Jerry off to their bungalow.

The resort had three restaurants. We opted for a 'rehearsal' dinner at the most upscale one. This place required clothes, but the concierge told me we could be casual and risqué provided all body parts were covered. He suggested sport shirts for the men.

We had the entire group assemble in one side of the restaurant. There was a lot of gauze to the outfits that revealed most of what was beneath. Many beautiful sets of lingerie could be viewed across the entire place. Only a few of the other diners were attired so that nothing of interest showed through.

The dinner wasn't much of a rehearsal. We'd talked to a handsome black man who went by the name Bowman who was a justice of the peace in the nearby French community who had been recommended as 'the' person to perform the wedding. He'd had us write our vows, and also understood about the companion love and commitment ceremony that would also take place. He'd made some outstanding suggestions regarding the service. Bowman joined us for dinner, and was personable and a great conversationalist, telling us lots of tales about the Island and the many vacationers who came there to be married. For the most part his stories were interesting, but a few of them were risqué and indicated that Bowman had other assets that his wedding party often enjoyed.

Bowman was a virile native who could probably deliver a lot of pleasure to a woman. I could see several of my partners' eyes light up at the prospect of spending some after-dinner time with Bowman. He also seemed warm to the idea of hanging around with us.

I asked Fran, "You interested in Bowman?" I nodded towards the handsome black's muscular form.

She shook her head, "No, but Sheila and Ally are. Some of the swingers are in on it too. I think Mandy is going to set up a little rotational schedule in her bungalow for those that are interested. I might like to watch though ... and who knows, maybe I will give in for a few minutes just to have the interracial experience."

Eventually, I saw a seductively dressed Mandy come up to Bowman after dinner and do a lot of whispering in his ear, as she allowed one hand to provocatively rub his chest. Her flirting eyes told the whole story. Bowman eventually nodded and looked quite pleased with the way the evening was going.

Dinner broke up with various people heading different ways. Jeremy and Rich somehow ended up going off with Zoey and Kristen to their delight. Zoey had asked about the two of them, and I'd recommended a union. I trusted the two men, and knew they were fun loving, but also caring with oft-unappreciated romantic streaks in them.

Jean Henson had latched onto Ned, to his delight. Dave, Ivy, and René formed a triad interested in something more than casual conversation. Doug and Jane formed a couple about to fuck too, and that left Sheri slowly slinking in my direction hoping I'd fill her sexual needs for at least an hour or so. Before she got to me, Aidan intercepted her and introduced himself again; Sheri lit up at his offer, and they went off together. In one more surprise, I saw Matt and Marge making out in a dark corner of the restaurant. He had one hand up her very short skirt, and I would have bet any amount of money that his fingers were buried inside the sexy mature woman.

Next to Matt and Marge, Pam was making out with Jerry. Pete and Bob had Val double teamed next to them, so I figured Val would get a chance to try something that would definitely improve her credibility in her phone sex gambit.

Fran, Loren, and I headed back to our suite, but I expected we'd have company there. Sean and Gale were already there, naked and fucking. I chuckled because if I blurred my eyes, I could imagine Sean making love to a large beach ball. Rita came in behind me dragging Benson. She said, "We need a place to fuck, and your bed seemed so logical." Less than sixty seconds later, Rita and Benson were naked and coupled.

Fran, Loren, and I played with each other for a while. After a round of orgasms, Fran said, "Let's go see how Bowman is holding up."

We headed over to Mandy's bungalow. Before we got to the door, I could hear a familiar female groan as an orgasm hit her – Ally had just cum.

We went inside just as Bowman pulled a record-breaking cock from Ally's sweet pussy. Next to Ally, Helen lay back with her legs spread. Bowman rubbed his glans all over her pussy, smearing her generous pussy juices all around. Suddenly, he jammed about ten-plus inches of black cock into her pussy. Helen came instantly, her body turning a brilliant rose color as the blush of her orgasm swept across her hot body.

Next to Helen, Sally had assumed the doggie position. She was soon skewered by Bowman, but Walt was busy feeding his cock into her mouth at her other end. What a great scene.

Sheila came up to us. "He's great. Fran, you have to try him. His shaft touches places even I've never been touched before, and I just had some of the biggest cocks in the porn business in my pussy a month or two ago."

Fran looked and me, and I nodded. "Go try it, if you want, but remember the old saying: 'once you try black, you'll never go back.'"

Fran laughed. "I'm not worried about that, but this is my wedding eve, and I think I just want to be with my honey. Maybe if Bowman hangs around during the week I might try him, but for the next day, I'm only yours."

Loren said, "Could I try him?"

I nodded.

Loren drifted over to the bed, trying to assess whether there was some kind of pecking order to the various women who had or who wanted to fuck Bowman. After Nancy had a five-minute turn riding his huge cock, Loren seemed to be next.

Loren lay back, and Bowman ate her pussy a little before slowly sinking most of his long cockcicle into her pussy. Loren came about two minutes later and then started to enter that land where every little sensation or twist or turn produced an orgasm. I felt myself amazed at how satisfied she looked.

Apparently, Loren's writhing and tightness got to Bowman. He yanked his cock from her pussy, aimed up her body, and started to cum. Rope after rope of hot cum spewed from his cock and covered Loren from pussy to forehead. Bowman screamed his release.

Before Loren could move, Mandy and Sally were on her, lapping up every molecule of Bowman's cum. Mandy also thought a few of her fingers plunging in and out of Loren's cunt might add to the evening. Loren came twice more before the women turned her loose with a caring kiss. Some polite applause broke out around the room. Loren lay spent for a couple of minutes before she sat up and watched the rest of the action.

Bowman confessed he was done for the evening. Upon that news, the party in Mandy's suite started to break up. Loren and one of the other women who'd been cum covered by an earlier explosion left to hit the showers together.

Just before we left, Loren came and found me. She whispered to me, "Thank you." I got a big hug, "Being with Bowman proved something to me I should have realized all along ... you Steven Wallace are the man for me. He fucks. You make love, and the difference is all important. I love you so much." She kissed me again, and I knew I hadn't even suffered a dent in our relationship.

Fran and I left and headed to one of the large hot tubs we'd seen near our building. We got there and found Doug and Jane. They asked about the small gathering with Bowman and we filled them in on what we'd just seen.

Jane and Fran whispered a little, and Fran smiled. She nudged me towards Jane, "Make Jane happy. I'm going to cuddle with your brother."

I raised an eyebrow, but Doug stepped in. "I've been fucking all day, and I'm a goner until I get about eight hours of sleep. I'll gladly hold you Fran, but we ain't doing anything else – my mind is more than willing, but the body is weak."

I said to Jane, "Where?"

She hopped her naked form up to the edge of the hot tub. "Here. I want to fuck in public. I want to worry about getting caught. I'm feeling risky." She laughed. I wondered if she'd become desensitized to the protective shield around her on the Island, a shield that was probably watching us right now.

I moved close to her and she fondled my cock as we kissed. I responded pretty quickly as I always did in her presence. As I passed my 'seven' heading for an 'eight' on my hardness scale, I just moved forward slightly and penetrated her pussy. Jane moaned in happiness.

Beside us, Doug had wrapped his arms around my nude fiancée. In less than twenty-four hours she'd no longer be my fiancée, she'd be my wife. I found that thought daunting and exciting in the same breath. She looked so happy and content with everything going on in her life. I felt glad to be a part of it.

After a lot of loving, I filled Jane up and we had that happy glow two lovers do when they've successfully merged not only their physical bodies, but also felt the union of their spirits and souls. I had that same deep connection with Jane I shared with the others. It was a different and deeper kind of love than the casual warm feelings I'd had with others.

After we relaxed and washed off in the warm night air, Fran, Jane, and I headed back to our suite. Doug went off to find Sheri. I aimed him at Aidan's room and bed, knowing that Sheri would have had a great fuck by then. Doug finally had surprised me about how laid back he'd become about sex, even when his wife and teenage daughter were indiscriminately fucking at the party. I don't think he worried about his teenage son, but he looked intent on bedding Kristen when I looked over at the two of them and how close they were talking. Sheri on the other hand, had immediately taken to group sex like a duck to water. Many times now, I'd been the beneficiary of her amorous personality.

Given the late hour, I thought I'd go to sleep right away, but this was also my last night as a single man so I lay awake and brooded about that situation. Tomorrow afternoon, my life status would forever change. I realized how monumental the coming day would be, and I lay awake thinking about what my coming family life would be like.

To start with, I felt unbelievably loved, not only by Fran but by Jane who lay snuggled against me with her nakedness alluring even in my sated state, and all the other women or 'sisters' as some of them liked to call themselves. Personally, that term sounded a little cultish to me so I avoided the term except to refer specifically to Fran, Sheila, and Ally who actually had a blood-tie family relationship.

* * * * *

The morning of 'The Big Day' I awoke late because of the late bedtime the night before. The sun was streaming in the large French doors, but the rest of my bed and the other beds in the room were empty except for a snoring Aidan. There was only a note from Fran: 'Gone to do girlie stuff before the wedding – hair, nails, spa, etc. See you, I hope, at our altar in the sea. I love you more than anything in the entire universe. F.'
I roused Aidan and after attending to our S's (shit, shine, shave, shower), we put on our speedos and sport shirts, and headed down to the breakfast bar. We found Matt, Dave, Doug, Ned, Chip, and Sean at a large table. We joined them, and they too were part of the abandoned male population. Dave informed me that the girls had taken the hotel courtesy bus into Phillipsburg, the largest town on the island. They'd arranged all sorts of events to pamper themselves for the day.

The wedding was planned for four o'clock, so we'd be knocking around by ourselves all day. Dave also informed the others that Lyle, Walt, Randy, and Frank had gone off to some golf course to play eighteen holes, expecting to be back shortly after lunch. We lingered around the breakfast table for second and third cups of coffee, and then migrated out to the pool area to check out the T&A in the vicinity. The sun was hot, so we took care to lather up with suntan lotion with a high SPF.

As we were sitting there one of the concierge women came by our circle. "Is there a Mr. Wallace in this group?" The voice of the gorgeous woman in Bermuda shorts and a tank top melted part of the polar cap it was so warm.

I raised my hand, "That's me."

She gave me a mega-watt smile and said, "Oh, good. You and your companions are invited to the resort spa for massages and any other of our amenities you'd like to partake in. This has all been arranged by your lady friends."

"Where do we go and when?" A few others tossed out related questions.

Go to the Tiki Hut at the end of that row of bungalows. We booked in extra help, so there's room for up to ten of you at a time. Can I tell them the eight of you are coming now?"

We all rose and followed Giselle (according to her nametag). She reached back and held my hand, in an obvious gesture of flirtation. She led us down a lush path towards the area we where we were to be pleasured.

We walked into the small lobby of the bungalow. Two pretty mulatto girls jumped up and welcomed us. In the short time it took us to leave Giselle and walk the hundred yards, they'd gotten a call we were coming. Six other gorgeous women appeared through a door with broad welcoming smiles.

One did the introductions of the women, citing the credentials in massage, acupuncture, neuro-therapy, and other specialties to us as she went along: Cindra, Bastine, Elle, Shirl, Uma, Lulu, Barrie, and Oceanna. I had the feeling there were a few others nearby in case there had been more of us.

We were led into a large open-air room where the breeze from the Caribbean Sea wafted over us. We were each seated, and immediately our pedicures and manicures were started. I had Cindra attending to me, and she was very touchy feely as she went along. She joked with me about being the groom, and these being my last few hours to sow my wild oats. She also had a loose scoop neck top on that fully revealed her breasts to me as she knelt to work on my toenails. More than once, she caught me looking down at her, and I got a knowing smile.

As she attended to me, Cindra started to talk in a soft voice to me, explaining that the girls were well trained in Tantric massage and Nuru Massage. I was familiar with Tantric massage from the sex course I'd taken with the sisters a couple of years earlier, but the Nuru massage was new to me. When I asked about it, Cindra just smiled and said, "When I show you, I guarantee you'll love it." She paused and added, "It can be erotic."

I allowed how erotic was good.

After the manicures, Cindra had me strip and lie down on my stomach on a classic massage table. Soon, I felt the gentle beating of a special palm branch on my body. Cindra explained that this was to excite the skin follicles and wake up my skin to the possibilities of the day. When I rolled over I feared for my manhood, but Cindra carefully avoided slapping my genitals with the palm flogger.

When I guessed she'd touched most of my skin, I could still hear the same attention being given to my other friends. Next to me, Dave Henson looked over and gave me a wink. Elle, his therapist, was carefully holding his cock aloft with one hand as she beat around his nether region with her palm branch. I could see him swell in her hand.

Matt was on my other side of me looking content and happy as Uma, an obvious Swedish girl, lightly touched his body with the palm after getting it to glow.

As I lay on my back, Cindra started to rub aloe into my skin, as she extolled the virtues of the emollient formulation created especially for the resort. I wondered how she'd handle my inflating interest when she started to get near my groin, and I found out when she circumvented the area, ignored my 'five' heading for 'six' and had me turn over so she could do my back and buns.

After I'd been fully moisturized with the aloe solution, the real massage started. I heard several of the other men grunt in satisfaction as the fingers of their masseuse dug into deep tissue the same way Cindra dug into my neck and shoulders. For the next half hour, every exposed muscle or tendon or sliver of sinew available from my back got sought out, pulled out, examined, massaged, and carefully replaced in better than new condition. I think I fell asleep a couple of times.

"Mr. Wallace, please turn over. I must do your other side," Cindra commanded in her soft tone.

"Steve. Call me Steve." I rolled over, feeling that my back half was so relaxed the term 'mush' came to mind. Again, Cindra's fingers dug into my body, magically finding places I didn't know about and that, when touched the way she did, yielded tremendous pleasure.

This time, she didn't circumvent my nether region. The inside of my thighs received careful consideration, and as they did, I felt her hand clench and vibrate around my 'seven' heading for an 'eight' cock.

"Please excuse my automatic reaction to your touch. You are sexy, and touching my sex. That's erotic."

Cindra leaned down and stuck her tongue into my ear. She whispered, "Oh, we haven't even begun sexy and erotic yet."

On that note, I watched as Cindra lost not only the loose top she'd been wearing, but also the short shorts. Nude Cindra was much better than clothed Cindra. Now, I headed for a 'nine.'

I watched as Cindra and Uma came together between my table and the one Matt was on. They sprayed massage oil all over each other and erotically rubbed it into each other's nude bodies.

The next I knew Cindra had climbed up on my table and spread her body out over mine. I got a very passionate kiss from her. "This is a Nuru massage," she whispered between kisses where our tongues dueled ferociously between our faces. "Do you like it?"

"Ummmmmmm."

Cindra's body squirmed and writhed over mine from neck to toes. Often, she'd trap my cock between us or between her legs and fake intercourse, obviously to her as well as my satisfaction. On my other side Elle was also doing the same thing with Dave.

Suddenly, I had Uma atop me as Cindra writhed atop Matt. Oceanna was atop Dave performing a similar service. Next, lying on my stomach, I had Oceanna's sexy body pushing her breasts and hips all over my body for a few minutes, and then Elle, and then Shirl was making out with me. I could feel the subtle pussy hair of each girl as she moved against my skin.

The girls swapped around some more, and then Cindra was back. She whispered, "Did you like all that pussy so close to your cock. You seem to be very hard."

"Steve, this IS a full-service massage." On that note she raised her lithe body so she straddled my core, hefted herself up, grabbed my cock, and then sank down having my cock deeply penetrate her body. The velvet feel of her cunt wrapped around my penis almost made me cum, and certainly her motions did after we were seated together.

We kissed and I tuned into the Tantric teachings, allowing a portion of my mind to adopt a meditative posture where I knew I could control my arousal and my ejaculations. If Cindra was expecting a fast 'wham bam, thank you ma'am' sex session, she was seriously mistaken. I suspected that the other men in the room were thinking much the same.

We fucked hard for ten minutes; so hard that Cindra started to perspire heavily. I lapped at the area between her generous breasts, and she tasted good.

Cindra pulled away from me and stood next to our massage table. She said in a low voice, "You are good, with excellent control. I've never had a lover last so long with what I was just doing."

I smiled, and then suddenly the Swedish bombshell was straddling me and sinking down on my cock. She said, "Mr. Groom, I want to see what the bride is going to get later tonight." After a minute of moaning and panting, she gasped, "Oh, God. I wish I were going to get this again later tonight. Maybe later. You are ... you know exactly how to use what you have."

I heard Sean fire off somewhere away from me, unable to contain his juices as Oceanna worked him over. She must have also cum, because simultaneous to his loud grunts of satisfaction, she moaned in what could only have been orgasmic joy.

Elle then was on me, her oiled up naked body sliding seductively all over me as she kissed me, and taught me some new ways to use my tongue during a French kiss. She talked with a slight French accent, and I guessed she was Parisian instead of a native to the Island.

Shirl appeared, but she sucked me into her mouth for a few minutes before mounting me and starting to ride me. She whispered, "I love to suck cocks after they've been in other pussies. I love to eat pussy too, but it's more fun to get the juices off a hard one than directly from the source." She moaned and then muttered, "Oh, Steve, fuck me." As she left Bastine repeated the action, and then Lulu and Barrie.

Oceanna took a turn on my cock a few minutes later, her sloppy pussy gushing Sean's cum as I fucked her. I didn't care. We'd been here before with other women, and even his wife Rita. I'd never been with a non-white woman before, but Oceanna made the experience a pleasure, and her kisses were no different and just as seductive and arousing.

Cindra came back to me. She was drippy with someone's cum. I noticed that now Sean, Matt, and Chip were 'done' for an hour or so. Just as that thought formed I heard Aidan succumb to Bastine as she rode him as a very rapid clip, driving him to a huge orgasm that made him roar with joy.

Dave and I looked at each other. He knew I could outlast him. We'd even had a contest one night when he was fucking Sheila and I was doing his wife Jean – my soon to be mother-in-law. I just waited until he was done, and then I finished up on my own time.

Dave laughed, and shot his load up into Elle as she rode his body and rubbed her oiled tits and erect nipples over his masculine chest. He arched up off the table so far, I think Elle worried about toppling off of him.

Cindra whispered, "You win, Mr. Steve. You can cum inside me whenever you are ready. I am totally yours."

I didn't cum right away. Instead, I brought Cindra to one orgasm after another, adding my fingers to her cunt and ass to excite and stroke her to new highs. The highs I delivered turned out to be better than anything she'd experienced; at least, that's what she pledged to me when I finally filled her love cavity with enough semen to float a small navy. I gushed up into her ripe body, as a new wave of pleasure washed over her. She fell into my arms and we kissed some more.

After some time spent enjoying the afterglows of all of our fucks, each naked woman gave her man a more complete massage and, to cap it off, a blowjob that proved she had exceptional oral skills.

As a group we were escorted to a sauna, where the girls joined us, and encouraged us to paw and fondle them as we sat in the heat. Once out of the sauna, we entered a slightly chilled whirlpool, and then were wrapped in large natural leaves and left to nap for twenty minutes.

When we were through, we had a very light meal served by the naked women. We were encouraged to now dress for the upcoming wedding. I'd lost complete sense of time, but as we were passed our wedding clothes I asked and found out it was three-twenty. The wedding was in forty minutes.

The women had left our wedding clothes with the masseuses, as well as the instructions to prepare us for the wedding. We showered communally with the women, erotically fondled, and then dressed.

The men's outfits, including my own, consisted of a black speedo bathing suit, a white collar with a black tie attached, white cuffs with sparkling cuff links, and a careful rub down of the remaining exposed body parts with high SPF body lotion.

As we stood around, we all felt spectacular. We'd had a super-relaxing early afternoon, got fucked by new partners in glorious fashion, and now had been dressed by our sexy valets and made ready for the wedding. As we stood, the other men in the ceremony paraded into the room and joined us.

I heard Lyle swear under his breath, "Shit man, all we did was play golf. You had these women?"

I grinned.

"Cindra hovered near me to attend to my needs told him, "Oh, you haven't seen the last of us. We are helping with the wedding and reception in several ways ... it's a surprise, but you'll see."

We stood and chatted. Eventually Bowman arrived. He was similarly dressed, except for an ecclesiastical robe defining his role as the minister who would marry Fran and me. We chatted, and he thanked me for having the wedding at the resort, choosing him as the minister, and then allowing him to party with some of the attendees the previous night. He'd also been invited to the party after, and I could hear in his voice that he was eager to attend.

* * * * *

I excused myself from the other men about thirty minutes from wedding time and walked down to the beach where the ceremony was going to take place. I sat on the beach in the bright sun, and zoned right out in a meditation that separated me from time and space, and took me to dimensions unknown to most of mankind. I came out of my trance about ten minutes later when Doug gently touched my shoulder.

"Brother, you do that so well that you carry the rest of us with you just to see you in that meditative state. Thank you for the peace and calmness that you impart ... and the love and caring."

"Thanks, bro. You ready to play best man?"

"You bet, and I even have the rings in my bathing suit's secret pocket." He patted his side.

Others started to appear at a very rapid rate. My parents came and kissed me and hugged me. Both of them said they liked that I was doing a 'non-traditional' wedding and they would be tolerant of the nudity and non-standard ceremony as well as the party after. I promised I'd come and see them the next day. After that, they went and took their assigned seats.

My Dad was wearing exactly what I'd recommended: a flowery sport shirt, khaki shorts, and flip-flops. My mother wore a thin summer dress that she'd deemed 'proper' for the occasion. Of all the people at the wedding they were the ones I worried about most in terms of having them feel insulted, yet so far they seemed to be rolling with the nudity and near nudity around them, as well as the non-traditional aspects of the ceremony.

Doug and I assumed our places in knee-deep water of the Caribbean Sea. The other men formed up about a hundred feet away behind a cluster of about eighty white folding chairs in a semi-circle around the arbor in the water next to where I stood. Most of the seats were rapidly filling, and then all got quiet as the magic hour arrived.

In the distance, I could hear a church bell toll four o'clock. From the nearest bungalow, I could see a flurry of activity. I caught a glimpse of the bride – my bride, my fiancée, my soon-to-be wife, and I felt my eyes flood with tears of joy, pride, and love.

To my right next to the temporary arbor the Reverend Bowman appeared carrying a book with our service in it. Fran and I had written and memorized our vows, but I still had that nagging feeling that I might forget something important.

I could see the concierge gal Giselle helping to form up the wedding procession behind some shrubbery, and then suddenly the loud speakers on either side of our area started to play the wedding march. Doug whispered to me, "It's not too late. If you wanna make a run for it, I'll try to cover for you." We both laughed, and I appreciated the break from the growing solemnity of the occasion.

The groomsmen and bride's maids came in their procession, two by two, down the center aisle between the chairs that had been left for them. The men were dressed like me in black bathing suit, somewhat revealing of their junk, collar, tie, cuffs, and links, much like the Chippendales wear. More than any other time in my life, I was glad that I had maintained my weight and physique that I developed in college.

The bridesmaids were wearing aqua monokini's, but they were wrapped in matching gauze that swirled around their bodies up to colorful combs in their hair. Their luscious breasts were visible through the material, but not in an egregious way. If anything the sexual nature of the ceremony was demonstrated by their openness.

They came two by two: Aidan and Jean, who although the mother of the bride was also a bridesmaid; Matt and Sheila, Sean and Ally, Chip and René, Lyle and Ivy, Ned and Loren, Pete and Zoey, and Mark and Jane. As they reached the edge of the water, they split so the groomsmen lined up on my side of the arbor, and the bridesmaids on the opposite site next to where Fran would stand.

There was a subtle shift in the music, and then from behind the cluster of trees Dave appeared with Fran on his arm. My heart burst with joy. Fran looked beautiful. Her monokini was white, and she was wrapped in white diaphanous fabric that transitioned to a long knee-length veil that floated behind her in the light breeze off the water. The veil was attached to her head by a halo wreath in her hair of tropical flowers. As she walked her breasts swayed seductively, and I knew that every man in the resort wanted to be with her the same way I did. She was beautiful.

I moved to meet her and took her hand. We turned to face Bowman, who grinned at us with joy on his face at our happy event.

Bowman started by addressing the crowd of people standing between the rows of white chairs, and now watching the activity near the arbor. I thought it interesting that the dress in the group ranged from naked to totally covered in island wear. Bowman said, "Ladies and gentlemen, please be seated. We are joyful today because this woman and this man have agreed to be husband and wife – a union conceived in love with the promise of love for all time in the future." After the audience was quiet, Bowman said, "Steve, will you make your vows to Fran."

I spoke loudly to Fran so the others could hear, "I, Steven Wallace, affirm and acknowledge my deepest love for you. This love manifests in my heart, my deepest spirit, my head and my body, and I cherish you and our relationship. I am so grateful that we will be sharing the remainder of our lives together. Your beautiful smile and your positive energy are the light of my life and I glow in your presence. I promise to always love you, in good times and through all of life's circumstances and will be by your side as we face all the challenges and all the joys of life. I promise to love you unconditionally. With kindness, unselfishness and trust, I will work by your side to create a wonderful life together."

Bowman said to me, "Do you Steven Wallace take Fran Henson to be your lawful wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, in all conditions good and bad, for as long as you both shall live."
"I do."

"Fran will you state your vows to Steve."

"Steve, I love you and have from the day we met. You are my best friend, lover, wise teacher, confidant, personal comedian, and a source of great inspiration. You have caused me to find and feel the deepest depths of my heart and soul, and your loving support has helped me find new strength and wisdom. Today, I, Fran Henson, give myself to you in marriage. I vow to appreciate you, respect you, trust you, take care of you, and to love you unconditionally. I vow to treat you with kindness, dignity, selflessness, patience, and understanding regardless of any challenges we may face. And I vow to continue to do the personal growth and spiritual work that is needed to maintain a healthy, harmonious, joyful, and fulfilling partnership that will last for as long as we both shall live.

Bowman said to Fran, "Do you Fran Henson take Steven Wallace to be your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, in all conditions good and bad, for as long as you both shall live."

"I do."

Everyone around us near the altar, those seated watching us wed, and a cluster of other people staying at the resort who had gathered off to the side, broke into cheers and yells of congratulations and happiness.

My brother and Sheila stepped forward and read a poem by Wilferd Peterson called 'The Art of Marriage.'

Bowman stepped in and asked my brother to step forward with the rings. Doug moved next to us and gave me a happy wink.

"Steve, what words go with the ring you give to Fran."

I spoke clearly, "I give you this ring as a sign that I choose you to be my lover, my partner,
 and my best friend, today, tomorrow, and always." I took the ring from Doug and slipped it onto Fran's ring finger.

Bowman nodded to Fran, and she took the other ring from Doug.

Fran said, "I give this ring
 as a symbol of my promise to always love you, cherish you, honor you, and respect you."

There were more cheers.

At that point the wedding party started to shuffle around and rearrange. Fran moved to my side, and the bridesmaids moved to face us. From the audience Kristen, Rita, Gale (looking very pregnant), Nancy (also pregnant), Pam, Brenda, Sheri, and Marge came forward and joined the group.

Bowman said to the rest of the audience, "Steven Wallace will now expand his pledge of love."

I spoke to the assemblage of women, "Today, on this important day in my life, I also choose to express my love, passion, and joy to each of you for being in my life, and I hope for staying in my life from this point forward. I would marry all of you if I could, and my love, and that of my new wife, expands to include all of you, because we each believe that the more we love the more love there is. So in my joy and happiness today, I also pledge my love to each of you. I will care for you in mind, body, and spirit, as much as is humanly possible."

Next to me, Fran spoke up, "I add my pledge of love and support to each of you as well."

Bowman turned to the group of women, "Do you accept and promise to return the love expressed by Steven and Fran to you in equal or greater measure."

In unison, the female voices said, "We do."

Fran and I turned, as the men Fran had selected shuffled into a cluster. She spoke clearly as well, her strong voice almost echoing over those assembled, "I love each you. You have been kind and loving to me, cared for me in many ways, and signaled your love to me in mind, body, and spirit. From this point on, I want my love and happiness to include each of you as well as my new husband. My pledge today, as Steve did for the women, expands to include you as well. I love you all."

I spoke at that point to the men, "I join my wife in her love for you and in having you in our extended and intentional family."

Bowman turned to the men, "Do you accept and promise to return the love expressed by Fran and Steven to you in equal or greater measure."

In unison, the male voices said, "We do."

Bowman turned to Fran and me, and gestured for the audience to rise. "On this day of joy and love, and by the power invested in me by the government of this Island and of France, I now pronounce you man and wife. Please enjoy your first kiss as a married couple, and may you enjoy all the blessings of the world in your union and the deep friendships you have pledged here today."

I kissed Fran and then we each turned and began kissing the friends to whom we had pledged our love. Sheila and Ally caught me first, then Jean, Jane, Ivy, René, and Loren, who had tears streaming down her face I had to kiss away. Pam flowed into my arms, and then Brenda. Zoey and Kristen found me and we kissed. Loren blubbered, "Oh, I'll love you and Fran forever. I feel so married to you. I'm so happy."

Jean found me again and our kiss was anything but distant relative or mother-in-law; I even felt some tongue from her. She laughed as we pulled apart and whispered, "Please make love to me later." Rita came next, and then Marge.

Zoey caught my attention, "I want to make love to you later, but I've got to tell you that ... well, I really feel married to you now. I thought this would feel just a little tacky, but this has been beautiful, and ... Oh, God, I love you so." She dissolved into tears for the first time in my presence, and kissed me really hard in a huge long hug.

Behind me, Fran had been kissing each of the men she'd pledged. I knew we'd all be sharing our love physically with each other soon, but now there was a party to attend.

Gradually, I became aware that the rest of those attending were in our midst, congratulating and kissing us. I saw Fran go to my parents and hug and kiss each of them. I chuckled as I watched my father's eyes lock onto Fran's breasts and svelte form as she came to him, and then onto her ass as Fran turned to kiss my mother. Maybe we'd loosen them up after all; they both seemed very happy with the events. I moved to them after Fran had moved on to some of the other friends who had come, and after that we got swallowed up in a crowd of people that even included some of the other resort guests who had watched the wedding from the perimeter.


To be continued

Dear Germandragon, thank you for editing my story. You're great.