"Do you, Robert Sebastian, take these women, Zoe and Victoria, as your lawfully wedded wives, to have and to hold from this day forward, to love, cherish, and protect, for better or worse, in sickness and health, in poverty and wealth, for as long as you three shall live?" Zoe's son Indra officiated the wedding for his mother and sister to this man, despite its lack of any official standing under Canadian law.
"I do," Robert said, wholeheartedly, as he looked upon his two lovely brides, mother and daughter to boot...the past six months had made it clear to him that he should publicly claim these ladies as his own.
"Do you, Zoe and Victoria, take this man, Robert Sebastian, as as your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, to love, honor, and obey, for better or worse, in sickness and health, in poverty and wealth, for as long as you three shall live?" Indra continued, beaming as he watched his mother and younger sister take their vows to this man who evidently made them so incredibly happy.
"We do," they said in unison.
"Then, by the power vested in me as an ordained minister, I now pronounce you man and wives. You may kiss the brides," Indra announced in his Balinese accent, which was stronger than Vicky's due to his living with his father until their falling out over this situation and his own homosexuality.
Robert didn't hesitate to kiss Zoe and Vicky both, deeply, in fact, after which they kissed each other on the lips as well. All three kisses contained more than a little tongue, just as Indra's own soul kiss with his boyfriend Armin did. Indra Bali then went on one knee and presented Armin with a plain, if shiny ring.
"Armin Schneider, will you marry me?" Indra proposed at last, after seven months together.
"Naturlich," the German vice-consul accepted the proposal, asking him in turn, "Move to Germany with me or shall I stay here in Canada? We need to decide this, sooner or later."
"Stay here, if you don't mind. Europe's great and exciting for a visit, but I find Canada more...relaxing. More comfortable, at least as a half-Balinese, half-Greek emigre. What do you think?" Indra suggested, albeit nervously, not wanting this engagement to be the briefest in history.
"Very well, then. I shall apply for residency here in Canada once my term here is up and try to get married before then to boost our chances. Luckily, our union will be legal, unlike theirs. Do you ever thank God that you're gay?" Armin grinned as he slipped Indra more tongue.
"God or whomever, though as a Hindu, it has its own challenges, much like you being brought up by an unreconstructed East German Communist has its issues, no doubt," Indra teased him a bit.
"So, you guys are gay. Your sister and mother are bisexual and involved in a polyamorous triad with Robert here. Your father isn't speaking to you and you don't get along with your stepmother. What's her name again?" Michelle Le Marchand, a perky Quebecois lady who had lived in town for several years, asked Indra as the majority of guests left for the reception.
"Hilda Bali, nee Stevenson. A vain, conceited, pretentious bitch of the worst kind. How she has our father wrapped around her little finger, I don't know, but that's his problem and I prefer to keep it that way. Those two deserve each other. Why do you ask?" Indra inquired.
"Because it seems that to me that your family is like a subplot in a soap opera, I guess. What are your thoughts about him?" Michelle pointed to Robert, her eyes flashing in obvious lust.
"That if you work at it, you can probably have him, too. I don't think that my mother and sister would deny you his body or his heart. He's a good man, but he's definitely not the monogamous type, as you can see. You would have to share him with them, of course. He's not going to leave them, trust me, nor should he. I'd be pretty pissed at him if he did. He's very much in love with both of them and vice versa," Indra shrugged.
"So, which of you is Top or bottom, or do you take turns?" Mayor Renard Le Marchand, who happened to be Michelle's husband, intervened.
"That's your concern, and not the fact that someone intimated to your wife that she can bed another man if she's willing to share him?" Robert expressed surprise at Renard's comments.
"Who, Michelle? She fucks other men at the drop of a hat. I stopped worrying about that when she accepted my proposal, and then showed me the creampie where three waiters had just fucked her in the bathroom. She's a slut and I married her knowing what she was. Not an issue for me," Renard said, even as he slapped his wife's plump derriere, "For a polygamist, you're surprisingly prudish."
"No, I'm not a prude. I'm just amazed to find out at times who else is not one," Robert smirked while fondling Vicky and Zoe at once.
"I see. My question remains to Indra and Armin. Who is Top and who is bottom?" Renard repeated his query.
"What, are you gay or something? We're versatile. We take turns at it, though admittedly, his long, thick dick takes me places that I doubt that mine does for him," Indra admitted without embarrassment.
"Oh, you might be surprised at how great your cock feels in my ass, darling!" Armin told him while groping him, "Are you wanting to have sex with me or with Indra?"
