I smelled the coffee. I wondered who had made the delivery today. I opened my eyes and saw that the light was on in my bathroom. Neither Rita nor Camille was still in the bed. I rose up and peered across the room toward the bathroom but couldn't see if anyone was in there. Nature was calling at a great rate, so I dragged myself into the bathroom and found Louise polishing the long wall mirror above the sink. Louise was humming the Star Spangled Banner.
"Hi, Lulu," I said, on my way through to the head.
Louise smiled at me in the mirror. "Virgil," I heard as I closed the door to the cubical that housed the john.
As I was having my morning constitutional, the fog lifted over my sleepy brain and I realized that something must have gone terribly awry for Louise to call me Virgil. I hastened to finish my chore and have a word with her. She was still rubbing on the spotless mirror as I reentered the dressing room.
"Louise Alice Jackson, you turn your black butt around and look me in the eye," I commanded.
Louise stopped rubbing and turned to me. Her eyes were all welled up with tears and bloodshot. She looked like she was about to bawl all over me.
"So, give already!" I yelped.
"My baby's getting married," she wailed as the damn broke on the pent up tears.
"What are you talking about Louise?" I asked.
"You, Fathead! You're the first one," she wailed even louder.
"Oh, for heavens sake, Old Woman. I thought something drastic had happened. Of coarse I'm getting married. It was your idea. Remember?" I asked.
Louise stamped her foot and howled some more. "I know. But I can't believe it's really happening. I'm so happy for you and Rita, I could bust."
"Let's don't forget about Camille and Caroline," I threw in for good measure.
Another volley of tears and wailing followed.
"Lulu, I'm gonna beat your butt if you don't stop that infernal racket this instant," I said sternly, stepping up close to Louise.
Her howling subsided and she turned her tear streaked face up to mine, "Really, you'd do that?" she asked.
I kissed her, full on the mouth. "I would."
"I'm being a big pain in the ass, huh?" she whispered.
"A royal one," I answered.
"But," she started.
"No buts. One damn more minute of that blubbering and it's off with your britches and across my knee," I said smiling.
Louise bent at the waist, reached under her skirt, peeled her panties off and handed them to me. Pervert that I am, I held them to my nose and smelled them.
"Wah!" she said, grinning broadly.
I took Louise by the hand and walked her to the bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I pulled her across my lap and flipped the hem of her skirt up exposing her big black buns. I swatted her five or six times firmly on each cheek with my open hand. If she had been a white woman, her taillights would have surely been turned on.
She wiggled off my lap and stood facing me. My thigh, that had been under her naked pussy was, wet from her orgasm. She pushed me back on the bed and pulled my pants off. Kneeling between my knees, she sucked my cock into her mouth. Growing hard in her mouth, my cock reached its full proportions in seconds. Louise went to work in earnest, taking me down her gullet and using her throat muscles to massage my blood-engorged dick. She soon had me flooding her insides with sperm. The blowjob had lasted about three minutes. My heart rate would be ten minutes returning to normal.
Louise stood up straight, smoothed her skirt, and walked to the door. Turning she said, "I'm glad we could have this little talk." And she was gone.
I'm getting married in about five hours. I wondered what else weird could possibly happen between now and then. I walked outside onto the patio and stood looking down at the river. I was a beautiful day. Gerald was standing on the bulkhead with his fishing rod. Susan was sitting in a lawn chair, not far from Gerald in a very scanty bikini, sunning her self. Dennis and Waylon were perched on the end of the pier having a beer. It was 8:45 in the morning. A cold beer made sense to me.
I found a can in a cooler full of melting ice, still sitting on the patio from last night. I pulled the little ring and jerked the tab from the top of the can. The beer was very cold and tasted great. I expected I'd catch hell if I got sloshed before the ceremony, so one was my limit before breakfast. Dad showed up on the patio and had a cold one himself. We discussed the forthcoming events and agreed that we should climb into the big truck and hit the road before one o'clock rolled around. But we thought better of it. We were outnumbered about twenty to one, women against us.
I decided to catch a hot bath and try and settle down a bit. Music has the best calming affect on me, so I picked up a guitar and started to pick a few tunes. Next thing I knew, Dennis and Waylon, dressed in tuxedos walked in the room. Turns out, Old Waylon had been asked to walk Janice, Camille and Rita down the isle. I had thirty minutes to get ready. I took seven and was standing in the foyer talking to the preacher in ten.
Louise pulled me aside and informed me that when the preacher asked 'Rita Camille' to take me for better or worse, I should not act surprised because she wanted Camille's name said out loud by the preacher so The Good Lord could hear it, even if it was going to be wrong. I hoped lightening didn't strike us all down for what we were about to do.
Sandra steamed into the room looking like a movie star. I stood with my mouth hanging open. "Why don't you just look so handsome," she cried, in her little girls voice.
"You look pretty good yourself, Honey," I drawled in return.
Sandra came over and took my arm, pulling me over to the side of the foyer, kind of under the curving stairs.
"Thank you for being so nice to me and Rita," she said softly. "I talked to her about you for a long time yesterday. She really loves you. She told me how you plan to keep your relationship sort of open. I told her what we did the other day too."
"She was watching us," I said. "Did she tell you that?"
"Not exactly," Sandra said. "But she did tell me that she wasn't upset about it."
"Well Sandy. May I call you Sandy?" I asked.
"Sure," she replied.
"Well, Sandy, I hope we can do it lots more times. Would you like that?" I asked.
"I can't wait," she whispered.
I kissed her on the neck and stroked her softly with my tongue. I couldn't believe I was licking my future mother in laws neck, half an hour before the wedding. She probably couldn't believe it was happening either. She groped me through my pants for good measure and was out the door. I felt my dick twitch in my britches and I willed it not to get hard. Sandra was sexy as hell.
Dad found me and pulled me out to the front lawn. We positioned ourselves on either side of the tall looping arch of white flowers. The preacher stood under the back of it. About forty chairs had been arranged in two groups, half on each side of a wide isle. Almost all the chairs were occupied. Nearly all of the guests were female. Roger Syvertson, Rita's twin brothers, Schnitzer the lawyer, and Vince Pitello from the bank, Gerald and the guys from the band, Dennis, dad, Waylon and I were the only men there.
Marie had her keyboard set up to one side softly playing background music. Promptly at one o'clock, she stepped on the volume and struck up the wedding march. The double doors on the front of the great stone mansion opened and out stepped Dianne and Helen, the bridesmaids, side-by-side dressed in pale green flowing dresses. Either of them could have been mistaken for a bride. Slowly they walked in time with the music. When they had reached a predetermined distance, Rita, and Janice stepped out on the front step, one on each arm of Waylon. Camille stood immediately at Rita's side. The four of them walked toward us in perfect unison. Karen, Gail and Chrissie brought up the rear, holding up the long trains, which trailed the brides.
The three brides all wore exactly the same dress. Gorgeous eggshell lace, off the shoulder, long sleeved and flowing. How they ever pulled that off, I have yet to discover. Long flowing trains and wispy veils and identical bouquets completed the ensembles. I had no idea in the world how many of our guests, or if the preacher, knew what was about to happen. If they did, no one said a word.
The arrival of the brides ended the music and the old fellow with the backwards collar cleared his throat and asked who it was that gave these beauties to be wed and Waylon said, "I do, Your Holiness."
Well, as you could imagine, that's where it all got interesting. Dennis almost lost his water when Waylon made that comment, and Camille sucked her breath in until I thought she would burst. I could see Louise's eyes flutter as if she were going to faint and watching the girls walk up the isle had given me a major woody that I was sure could be seen by everybody in attendance. I had been surveying the gallery and realized, that without exception; I had bedded every woman there except the photographer who was going to take the pictures and the preacher's wife. I am not sure if Louise and the girls were aware of that fact, but I found it most amusing.
The preacher looked up at Waylon, who stepped back and took his seat next to Louise. Jan and Rita stood between Dad and I, while Camille stood on the other side of me.
The preacher started with the dearly beloved part and from there I didn't hear a whole lot, because I smelled the women standing on either side of me. They were both wearing the same fragrance. I couldn't place it but I had smelled it in the past. All I can tell you is, I was getting horny. Then I heard the preacher ask about the ring and I felt the cold sweat run down between my shoulder blades. I had no idea where the rings were. I looked at Denny and he was smiling and holding the rings up. I took them and handed them to the Reverend who looked at me and raised an eyebrow a notch. Yup, fucked up again, only needed one ring to get married with. Well, seems the old boy was just as confused as me so he blessed my two rings and dad's ring and handed them back to us. Then he asked dad and Jan all those questions and they both said, "I do." Then he turned to us and asked them again and we said our "I do's." Even Camille said it, I heard her.
Then we all did the "With this ring" thing and Camille was loud enough for me to hear but I guessed that the preacher was hard of hearing, because he hadn't. Then, the fun began, I had one of the wedding bands in each hand, intending to slip one on Rita's finger and the other on Camille's without being too obvious but as luck would have it, I had them reversed and couldn't get the ring on over Rita's knuckle and of course, the other one was a bit large. Camille did a slick switch as I bent to hold Rita's hand with my other hand and finally I managed to get them right, much to the amusement of every one close enough to see what was happening. The cat was out of the bag and the only one still in the dark was the preacher.
"I now pronounce you husbands and wives," announced the preacher.
Marie launched back into the wedding march. Dad and Janice walked out first with Camille, Rita and I close behind. The whole place was cracking up with laughter. Rice was being hurled in every direction at once and the photographer was busily snapping pictures.
I stepped through the front door of the house and was greeted by Gail, her sister Darlene and her grandmother Irene, all of which I have known intimately. Irene held up a small silver hip flask and asked, "Scotch, right?"
"Scotch, is good," I said, taking a long pull from the proffered challis.
The pictures were to be taken on the lawn and it took forever. Before she started with us, I slipped the classy dish with the camera five one hundred dollar bills folded over once in the middle and I invited her not to ask why there would be three smiling faces in our pictures. She tucked the bills into her overstuffed bra and held up the Nikon and asked if we had any special thoughts in mind.
"Other than sex, none I can think of," I answered.
