My name is Scott. I'm a Justice of the Peace in a small rural county in a western state. Things are quiet out here. I help the police occasionally, help sort out land titles and deeds, preside over our small claims court, and perform marriages. I have a small office at the Town Hall, nothing fancy, just a place to work.
I had wanted to be a lawyer, but life got in the way. My girlfriend got pregnant when I was in my first year of law school. So, we got married. Our baby was born but, tragically, he was a sick little fella. He died before he'd turned three. After that, my wife and I just grew farther apart until we finally split up.
That was a while ago. Now I'm 38, I never remarried. The death of my son, and of my marriage, kind of put a damper on my desire for a relationship, I guess. I fell into this Justice of the Peace job and I've been doing it for 15 years. I've got a place in the country on a little piece of land and I'm happy there. I mean, I'm a good looking guy and everything, thin and strong, and people like me OK. But, I like my privacy.
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So anyway, I perform marriages one day per month. Some months nobody gets married, other months two or three couples show up to tie the knot. I had just finished marrying a young couple last month and was back in my office when there was a knock at the door. In walks a big long-haired fella.
"Are you Scott Waters?" he asked.
"I am. What can I do for you?" I'd seen this guy around before. He'd had a few legal scrapes. I knew that he was a heavy truck mechanic.
"I'd like for you to marry my girl and I next month. I'm Calvin Clark."
"Alright, Calvin, you'll have to fill out these forms and pay the fee. You can just take them with you and bring them back, with your check, next month on the 15th at 1 PM. Those papers tell you everything you need to do, like get blood tests, provide some folks as witnesses, and get a marriage license." I handed him the paperwork.
"Thank you, Mr. Waters. Well, the thing is that my girl and I have a sort of special request to ask of you."
"I'm all ears."
"You see, my girl is a bit of a wild thing. So am I, I guess. Anyhow, the way she has always thought of her wedding day is a little, well, kinky."
Now, we didn't get much of this sort of thing out here. Folks are pretty straight-laced and, well, boring I guess. But, hey, it was their wedding day and I tried to give people what they wanted. I looked at Calvin and waited.
"She wants to be having an orgasm when she says 'I do'."
I nearly dropped my coffee cup. "Say that again?"
"You heard right. She and I want her to be cumming when she says 'I do'. We won't touch each other. But, she'll be wearing a vibrator and she'll have an orgasm during the ceremony."
To say that I was stunned would be an understatement. I just looked at him for a minute or two. I don't consider myself to be a prude or anything, but this was a new one on me.
"Look, Calvin, I can sort of understand you folks wanting to do this, but you have to understand. I'm a county official and this is a public building. We can't do this sort of stuff here."
Calvin stared at me for a few seconds, then set the paperwork back on my desk. "Alright, Scott, I guess we'll just have to look for another county or something. Thanks for your time." He rose and moved toward the door.
I don't know what came over me. I knew that this was nuts, but I spoke anyway. "Now, just hold your horses, Calvin. Sit down." I had an idea. Calvin sat back down.
"OK, Calvin, we'd have to do this on a Sunday when this building is closed. We can't have the County Clerk or somebody walking in. The 15th is a Friday next month. How about if I marry you on Sunday the 17th? Let's say four PM. We'll be alone here and you can do what you want."
"Alright, Scott! That's what I wanted to hear. You won't believe how much this means to me and Tricia."
"Just keep your traps shut about this. Bring another couple to be witnesses and don't tell anybody else. I could get in some deep shit if you do."
"You've got my word. Nobody else will know." Smiling widely, Calvin stood up and grabbed the pile of paperwork. I stood, we shook hands, and Calvin went out.
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What the hell was I doing? I've asked myself that many times in the last few weeks. I finally decided that I was just bored. Life was dull, and here was something different. I guess I just wanted to be a part of somebody else's life that had some excitement in it.
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When I got to the Town Hall at 3:45 there was another car waiting for me, with Calvin at the wheel. I had decided that we'd pull our cars inside, into the Township truck repair shop, so that nobody driving by would notice that we were here. I had a door opener on the visor of my truck and hit the button, then waved for Calvin to follow me inside.
As the garage door closed I got out of my truck. Calvin and his party piled out of his car, and I led them back to my office. I stuck out my hand to Calvin. "Hello, Calvin, are you folks ready to go?" We shook hands.
"You bet, Scott. This is my girl Tricia, and these are our friends Bart and Angie."
Tricia pushed forward. She was dressed in a denim jacket, a little black skirt, and high-heeled boots. She was pretty, with long dark hair falling around her shoulders. "Ooo, Scott, glad to finally meet the man that's going to make my naughty wedding dream come true." She quickly wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a kiss on the cheek. She smelled good.
"Leave some for me, Tricia." Angie nudged her friend aside. "Well, well, who would have guessed that our Justice of the Peace was such a handsome rascal?" Angie was blond, and oozed a sort of sex appeal. She was dressed just like Angie. "And I hear that you're single? I love single men." Before I could react she had me in a tight hug and was kissing my cheek.
Angie finally let me go, and Bart stepped up and held out his hand. "Hi Scott, I think we met at the police station once when I was young and stupid. Thanks for doing this, these crazy girls have been planning this for a long time."
"My pleasure, Bart, glad to help out. Now, why don't we get the paper work out of the way, then I'll see about marrying you two."
Calvin had all the forms filled out. We spent a few minutes going over them and getting signatures, getting everything squared away.
As Calvin and I finished, Bart spoke. "I'm going to set up a couple of video cameras out front, Scott. Why don't you show me where everybody will be standing? That will give the girls a chance to get ready back here."
"Sounds good. Follow me." I led Bart into the big room that we used as a court room and for marriages and showed him around. He had two video cameras that he set on tripods on opposite front sides. Calvin came in a moment later carrying an old boom box. He was wearing black leather pants and a leather dinner jacket with no shirt.
"The girls are almost ready. Are you ready to go, Scott?"
"Ready when you are," I replied. Calvin set the stereo on the floor and hit the play button. A traditional wedding march began playing. Bart started the cameras, and I took my place near the front.
No sir, I wasn't ready for what came next. I'd wondered for a month how they were going to do this, even done a little fantasizing. But I didn't expect this.
The door opened and Angie strode in taking short, slow, measured strides toward us. She was stark naked except for her tall black boots. The view from the front showed a pretty, smiling face over a pair of big, firm tits over a small flower bouquet. Further down was a hairless mound over a prominent pussy, the protruding labia painted with red makeup. She stared into my eyes and watched me take in the sight.
When she got next to me she turned to face Bart. Sticking out of her ass was the end of what must have been a butt plug attached to what looked like a short horse tail. She kissed Bart passionately, then turned and kissed Calvin the same way.
Holy shit, what had I gotten myself into?
Calvin, Bart and Angie then turned back to face the door again. Angie brought me out of my stupor with a wink and a nod toward the door, so I turned, too.