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ASL2: Chapter 105 "An Ordinary Wedding"
🕑 Added 2022-08-15 15:01:06 +0000 UTC-- CHAPTER 105: An Ordinary Wedding --
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-- SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 20, 2009 --
I gave Brooke a minute’s head start, took a deep breath, and then walked out of the hotel suite with my best woman right behind me. Dawn had already texted Bert and June to come back to the room, and they were waiting just outside. June confirmed that everything was set, and we headed over to the Chapel together so that we could take our positions.
The wedding planner was just outside the Chapel’s main doors, holding a clipboard. She checked her watch, smiled at me, and said something into her headset while holding up one finger, indicating that we should wait a minute. We held our positions until she got her confirmation, and then she stepped forward to open one of the main doors herself.
Bert and June went through first. There was a small lobby area just inside, with another set of doors leading into the Chapel itself, and my two ‘groomsmen’ stationed themselves at each door. Dawn reached out with her right hand, and I interlaced her fingers with those from my left hand. She looked at me with a smile, and in the back of my head, I heard her voice counting down, Three, two, one…
In unison, Dawn and I pointed at Bert and June, cueing them to open the doors. They did so simultaneously, and then suddenly…
[BAH!!!] [ba-da-bum] [ba-da-bum-bum-da-bum-bum…]
Dawn and I came to a screeching halt as the opening bars of the Star Wars ‘Main Title’ theme blared out from the speakers, startling not just us, but everyone in the audience as well.
Bert immediately started laughing, and even June snorted in amusement. I cracked up and glanced at Dawn, and we shared a knowing smile.
Trust me, Tiger.
Adrienne’s voice echoed in the back of my mind as I shook my head and smirked. This was NOT part of the plan. Or rather, this was probably part of Adrienne’s plan, but she’d elected not to tell me.
And I rather loved it.
We weren’t even super-huge Star Wars fans, but there was something… epic… about the song. I felt my confidence rise with the music, my heart beating just a bit stronger. And as the brass melody of John Williams continued to sound, I squeezed Dawn’s hand and started forward.
The stage fright was over.
The moment was here.
And I was me.
All of my angst and anxiety of the past twenty-four hours or so was gone. The countdown was complete. The space shuttle had launched. There was no more time to worry, no more time to think. Now was a time for action, so I acted.
As the soaring music pumped up both me and everyone else, I acted like I’d rolled off a gorgeous pair of wicked hot, big-titted babes this morning after spurting my cum into their sodden holes and then watching them suck out the creampies, because… well… I had.
I acted like I’d just blown a massive wad of scalding sperm straight into my sexy sister’s stomach only minutes ago, because… well… I had.
I acted like I was walking up to the altar to marry one of the most desirable women in the entire world, because… well… I was.
And I acted like this was the best day of my life, because… well… it was.
I was getting married.
FINALLY.
I’d really tried hard not to overhype the day in my mind. I’d really tried hard not to stack symbolism on top of symbolism or make a bigger deal out of the event than it necessarily needed to be. And yet there was no denying that today WAS kind of a big deal. Today was MY WEDDING DAY. And I knew in that moment that it was gonna go great.
Not perfect, mind you, but still great.
Not according to plan, because apparently I didn’t even KNOW the whole plan, but still great.
This was NOT merely a final exam to be endured. The next sixty minutes or so did NOT carry the exact same intrinsic value as any hour I’d blown off last night playing video games with Bert. The next sixty minutes or so were gonna be special.
The next sixty minutes were going to be a time period I’d remember for the rest of my life.
No matter what, Adrienne would love me Forever and Always.
No matter what, Dawn would be right here by my side.
No matter what, my family would always have my back.
I could trip and fall flat on my face, and none of those things would ever change. Shit might happen, but the important truths in my life were etched in diamond. Why the fuck had I wasted so much time and mental anxiety worrying about stupid shit? Why had my shoulders gotten knotted up? Why had I felt butterflies in my stomach? For what?
Couldn’t do anything about that shit now, though. Sunk costs. What was past, was past.
And I had an amazing future to look forward to.
Hand-in-hand, Dawn and I walked forward down the aisle as the unforgettable melody played. A cameraman at the far end and the assembled audience had turned to watch us, a sea of humanity full of friends and acquaintances that I would’ve recognized had I been able to focus on any single individual face for more than a second. But instead I kept striding toward the stage and officiant at the far end of the aisle with all the glowing confidence of a Greek God stepping naked out of the Tri-Delt Chapter Room leaving a trail of cum-filled and passed-out sorority girls in my wake.
One individual made his presence known. Unlike all of the other seated guests, Kenny Doyle stood up from his seat next to his girlfriend, Heidi, stepped into the aisle, and reached out to me with a fist bump saying, “Dude, you still suck.”
I slowed down, laughed, and bumped my knuckles against his with a grin before continuing on without further interruption until I made it to the last row on the right, closest to the stage. Kim, Lynne, Penny, Eve, Dayna, DJ, and DJ’s boyfriend sat together, and I paused to give Kim a quick kiss on the cheek. I didn’t really care if the cameras caught that or not: everyone knew I was BJ’s father by now.
There were two levels of elevated stage, and Dawn and I stepped up onto the first level, with me standing aligned with the center so that I could see straight down the aisle and my best woman to my immediate left. Bert and June had walked side-by-side behind us, and Bert took his spot next to Dawn while June stood on the end next to Bert.
As the music continued to play, my parents were the next ones down the aisle. Correction: our parents. I couldn’t think of any weddings where the parents of the bride were also parents of the groom, but this wasn’t an ordinary wedding. Behind them, Jared escorted Brandi arm-in-arm, and Brooke’s boyfriend escorted her. The six of them all took seats in the last row on the left right next to Jack and Deanna Evans.
Next were our two flower girls: Eden and Emma, dressed in shimmering burnt-orange dresses and adorning the aisle with multicolored petals with every step they took. Between them toddled BJ, holding a pillow atop which the two wedding rings had been smartly tied with a ribbon so that even if he dropped the pillow, the rings wouldn’t go bouncing off. My son kept pausing to look around, and one twin or the other would gently prod him to keep going. But then halfway down the aisle he stopped looking around, spotted me at the end, and tucked the pillow against his chest with his left arm as if he’d suddenly become a football running back.
“Daddy!” BJ exclaimed, breaking into a sprint as fast as his little legs would take him. My son hadn’t seen me since early this morning, and he had the biggest grin on his face as he accelerated from zero to sixty in no time flat.
I grinned, squatted down, and opened my arms to him. He dropped the pillow at the foot of the stage and launched himself into my chest, and I quickly stood up with my son in my arms while Dawn stooped to pick up the pillow and rings.
“So many people!” BJ marveled in excitement as I perched him on my left hip.
“Yes, a lot of people,” I agreed.
“Special day?”
“A very special day. Daddy’s getting married to your Auntie Adrienne.”
“Auntie Aydreen very pretty,” BJ pronounced, nodding solemnly. “Her dress SOOOO big!”
I chuckled and nodded. “I’ll bet. But don’t spoil the surprise. I haven’t seen her dress just yet.” I put a finger to my lips to mime shushing.
BJ also put his finger to his lips and audibly ‘shushed’. But then he dropped away his finger and giggled.
Eden and Emma had made it to the end of the aisle by then and split off. Eden went to stand beside June and Emma went to the opposite end of the stage next to where the bridesmaids would eventually be. I took a deep breath and tried not to think too hard about the symbolism of it all. Instead, I stared out at our assembled guests, and everyone smiled back at me.
Dude, they’re all smiling at BJ. Your kid totally just upstaged you.
Fair enough.
Now feeling quite at ease, I took a second to look around and appreciate the beauty of the moment. There was a new final countdown, but rather than feel any sense of dread at the ticking seconds, I smiled and waited eagerly for my bride to make her appearance.
Moments later, Pachelbel’s Canon in D started up.
The doors at the end of the aisle opened again.
And the REAL part of the ceremony began.
Kim called out softly, “Akachan!”
BJ promptly wriggled his butt, a clear signal for me to put him down. After I set his feet down on the stage, he started toward his mommy, paused, and then came back to Dawn to grab his pillow with the rings back. Only then did he race to the first pew and into his Okaachan’s arms.
Candy Carter was the first one through the door. Adrienne’s childhood best friend was absolutely beautiful, as if she hadn’t aged a day since cheerleading in high school. Her dark hair was still cut short, with long A-line bangs framing her face while the rest of her hair had been gathered up in a pretty bun, decorated with bits of white, flowery accents. Her shimmering red-wine dress was strapless to accentuate her boobs, svelte around her shapely hips and trim waist, and flowy down to the floor. Her blue eyes sparkled as they met mine, and she immediately grinned. But at the same time, she visibly focused on careful measurement of her steps and on properly holding her bouquet in front of her chest. I threw her a wink when she got close to me, and she giggled before turning and walking away to stand on the other side of the stage next to Emma.
Sasha was next. Adrienne’s seminomadic ex-girlfriend, our current Nestmate, and Champion of Open Communication was stunning in a one-shoulder hunter green dress that covered most of her chest but molded tightly around her considerable assets and featured a high slit up to one thigh. Her lush, dark brown hair was half-up with myriad curls and ringlets and semi-braided in the back, featuring flowery accents similar to Candy’s. Her soft brown eyes shimmered as she smiled at me, serenely happy and filled with… compersion, for lack of a better word. Our happiness was her happiness. She sashayed down the aisle with a dancer’s grace, gave me a warm smile as she approached, and then turned to walk to the other side of the stage next to her fellow bridesmaid.
Summer was the maid of honor. She too had flowery accents amidst her long and flowing copper-red hair, which stood out quite nicely against her golden-hued dress. A plunging V-neck showed off her perfect breasts that required no support. The back was tight around her sculpted ass, but the skirt was loose enough to allow her freedom to walk unobstructed. My girlfriend’s face was exquisite, her makeup perfect, and she had a very pleasant well-fucked glow about her. I recognized it because I’d done the fucking this very morning, which made me recall the memory of burying myself to the root and exploding deep inside her unholy asshole, pinning her flat to the mattress beneath my heaving bulk while my hand on the back of her head shoved her face-first into my best woman’s crotch.
Perhaps recalling the exact same memory, Summer gave me an eyebrow wiggle as she approached, and I found myself on the verge of giving her a compliment. But instead I kept my mouth shut, nodded my head in greeting, and let her turn away to take her place next to Sasha. Now wasn’t the time.
It was time for the bride.
The music switched to the traditional wedding march. The officiant swept up both arms, and all of the guests rose to their feet and turned to look towards the back of the Chapel. I stared right down the aisle, holding my breath as the doors at the far end opened up once more. And I felt a lump in my throat at my first sight of my bride in more than twenty-four hours.
She was a vision in white, her hair backlit by the sun to give her an angelic halo. BJ had been right: her wedding dress was big, but it was only large in length. The white Cathedral train behind her seemed to stretch off into infinity. Otherwise, the dress was quite form-fitting to show off the sexiest, most-desirable figure in the world, with translucent lace from the waist up showing off a near-scandalous amount of skin and a super-wide V-neck that bared almost all of her chest. The dress was strapless and exposed both shoulders, but was connected to full-length sleeves of the same translucent lace that finished at her wrists. And it was completely backless down to a low scoop that almost revealed her buttcrack, still low enough to show off her Tiger’s Pet tramp stamp tattoo.
She was the most gorgeous creature I’d ever seen at the most gorgeous moment I’d ever seen her. Although Brooke had done a fantastic job of getting me relaxed right before this ceremony, I found every muscle in my body tightening up once again, not from nervousness but from extreme excitement for the moment.
It was a moment I’d thought would never come. Not to this point; not to this level of commitment. Lust? Absolutely. Passion? Unquestionably. Romantic love? Eventually, yes. But marriage? Possible: perhaps. A certainty: no.
And yet, here we were.
After all this time, here we were.
“Breathe, Ben,” Dawn muttered while tapping me on the elbow. “Passing out right now would be a little embarrassing.”
Belatedly, I realized that she was right, and I inhaled sharply while tearing my eyes away from my bride for just a second. I glanced over at Dawn with a nod of thanks and focused on breathing in and out for just a moment or two. And then my eyes went back up the aisle to watch my wife-to-be approach.
“Did you ever think it would end like this?” I asked quietly, keeping my gaze on my bride. “With you NOT at that other end of the aisle, but standing here beside me instead?”
She didn’t reply immediately, but after a deep breath, Dawn leaned over and said just as quietly, “For years, no, I never thought it would end like this. But that was a long time ago, and I’ve come to realize that this – standing here beside you – this is where I belong. You and me… together the way we were always meant to be: as family. But that said, this isn’t the end. It’s a new beginning.”
I took a deep breath and nodded, thinking about that while simultaneously thanking Destiny for bringing us ALL to this point in our lives: me, Dawn, Bert, June, and Eden. Summer, Sasha, Candy, and Emma. My parents. My sisters. Kim, BJ, Lynne, Penny, Eve, and everyone else in this room…
Including my soon to be Wife:
My Adrienne.
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I had no say in picking the officiant. He was a dour old man who reminded me of Tim Gunn from Project Runway and looked down his nose at me with an expression that plainly said, ‘Your presence is vastly underwhelming.’ When he looked at Adrienne, however, he was all smiles and adoration, as if she were an angel descended from on high to grace us poor mortals with her very presence.
I had to agree. On both counts.
The officiant was also cool, calm, and efficient. He welcomed the assembled guests in a clear and concise manner and thanked them for bearing witness to our union. He commented on the bonds of marriage without politics or self-serving commentary, save for a joke at the end about how the last celebrity wedding he’d conducted ended with the bride throwing her bouquet in the groom’s face before stalking out the door, so that anything better than that would be a marked improvement. And then got things rolling by inviting up my big sister up to the podium.
Brandi told a short story about bumping into Adrienne at South Coast Plaza back when our family lived in Orange County and inviting her to our house for dinner, never realizing what the invitation might eventually lead to. She said there was no need to welcome my bride as a sister today, since Adrienne had already become part of our family long ago. Brandi then read to us a poem about perseverance and overcoming challenges together. When the reading was done, she congratulated us on enduring the rollercoaster of our lives and sticking together to work through the obstacles in our way. And she expressed how happy she was to be here, witnessing this day.
Brooke also read to us a poem: this one about the infinite and varied nature of love, listing the Greek forms Storge, Philia, Eros, and Agape. She took it a step further by closing the book and stating that love was not limited to any single form, or any single person. She celebrated our friends and family, and wished everyone assembled here today all the happiness in the world.
The officiant then invited both me and Adrienne up onto the second level of the stage by the altar. He addressed both me and Adrienne, lecturing us about the sanctity of marriage and our responsibilities to each other. And then he invited me to say my vows.
Which I promptly forgot.
The cameras were rolling, and I could see one in the corner of my eye just over Adrienne’s left shoulder when we turned to face each other. When I hesitated, my Tigress squeezed both of my hands and smiled at me encouragingly. I blinked twice, blushed, and then admitted, “I completely forgot what I’m supposed to say.”
She grinned at me, golden eyes twinkling. “Just tell me you’ll love me for the rest of my life.”
“I will love you for the rest of your life, and the rest of MY life, but I can still do better than that.”
I took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and focused on her face. My world shrank down around us, blocking away the cameras, the audience, the officiant, and even our friends and family.
Just me and her.
“What if I told you, it was all meant to be?” I asked breezily. “Would you believe me? Would you agree? It’s almost that feeling that we’ve met before. So tell me that you don’t think I’m crazy, when I tell you love has come here and now.”
Adrienne smirked at me. “Are you really quoting ‘A Moment Like This’?”
I grinned and continued. “Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this. Some people search forever for that one special kiss. I really can’t believe it’s happening to me.”
Adrienne laughed musically, clearly loving the moment, even though I wasn’t actually singing or anything.
“Everything changes, but the beauty of your heart will always remain. It’s something so tender, I can’t explain. Sometimes it feels like I’m dreaming, but if so, will you please help me make this dream last forever?”
“I will. And I’ll cherish all the love we share.”
“Hey, these are my vows. Don’t interrupt.”
“You asked me a question!”
“I did. My bad.” I quickly leaned forward and gave her a soft kiss.
“Ahem,” the officiant interjected while clearing his throat. “We’re not at that part yet.”
“Sorry, moving on,” I apologized after pulling back and then refocused on my bride. As I did so, my scripted vows started coming back to me. I realized everything was out of order now, but I’d winged my way through worse situations, and I started off with, “Adrienne… my Tigress… I vow to try my best to make it up to you whenever I inevitably piss you off.”
The officiant’s interjection had already burst the bubble, so I heard the audience’s laughter around us.
“I vow that whenever you walk away from me in anger, I will follow you until you calm down so we can work things out together,” I continued. “I vow that whenever you need to be quiet with your thoughts, I will sit down beside you and silently be there just in case you need me. And above all, I vow to spend my life ensuring that you understand just how important and irreplaceable you are to me. I vow to do everything I can to make sure you trust me, have faith in me, and believe in US. You’re my Tigress. You’re my Queen. You’re my Number One. And I vow that you will be… Forever and Always.”
I squeezed Adrienne’s hands and smiled, exhaling a sigh of relief that those were done.
“Not bad, Tiger. A bit derivative, but not bad,” she pronounced. “I think you actually did a better job with the unplanned Kelly Clarkson.”
I frowned. “We don’t have to pay royalties now, do we?”
Adrienne smirked. “I think you butchered the lyrics enough for it to not count. Plus you didn’t sing.”
I smiled and shrugged. “Your turn. Feel free to upstage me.”
Adrienne’s eyes glittered. “I always do.”
I blinked in surprise and arched an eyebrow. “Why do you have a particularly diabolical look on your face right now?”
Adrienne grinned. “Trust me, Tiger. Trust me.”
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Everyone up on stage laughed, although the audience not in on the joke remained silently puzzled. But rather than do anything I thought might warrant that diabolical look, Adrienne started off with a simple quote:
“‘We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or we can rejoice because thorn bushes have roses.’ Our lives together haven’t always been easy, and we’ve hurt each other more times than I immediately want to admit. But there’s always been good with the bad, and what’s ultimately mattered most is our perseverance and belief in each other. I believe in you, Tiger. I believe in us… Forever and Always.”
I smiled and squeezed her hands.
“I know I’m a hothead and I’m going to walk away from you in anger, but I vow to always come back,” she promised with a wink. “Whenever you make me mad, I vow to remind myself that you’re a silly man with a Y-chromosome who can’t be expected to read my mind… yet. I vow to give you a chance to pick up your dirty socks and put them into the hamper before declaring World War III. And I also have several vows of a more explicit nature that I shouldn’t say on camera, but would be happy to vow to you tonight in bed.”
I grinned, and everyone in the building laughed with us.
After Adrienne had finished her vows, Kim sent up BJ to carry the pillow with the rings. He stepped up onto the first level of the stage, stopped, and turned around to stare out at the audience for a moment like a deer in headlights, his mouth gaping and a bit of drool leaking down his chin.
“Hey, little man. Can I have those, please?” I asked.
“Yes, Daddy!” my son replied cheerily as he spun around in a complete 360-degree pirouette on one foot, came to a stop and realized he was still facing the wrong way, and then finally turned around and brought the pillow to me.
I knelt down so that we were closer to eye-level, patted his head, and then deftly untied the string bow holding the rings. I then patted his butt and said quietly, “Go back to Mommy.”
BJ stopped to kiss my cheek first to a chorus of “Aww” from the audience before dashing across the stage back to Kim with the now-empty pillow.
I started to hand Adrienne her ring before catching myself and giving her my wedding band instead. The officiant led me through pledging, “With this ring, I thee wed” and all that, and I slipped Adrienne’s wedding band onto her fourth finger to symbolically lock her engagement ring into place. As I stood up straight, I shot her a look that plainly said, ‘Can we finally keep this damn thing on your finger now?!?’
Adrienne grinned, and the officiant led her through pledging, “With this ring, I thee wed” and then sliding my wedding band onto my fourth finger. It felt heavy.
Heavy good or heavy bad?
Heavy good. Reassuring. Anchored. Like I’m no longer adrift and finally grounded.
Thought you wanted to fly?
Dude, don’t overthink it.
The officiant then started his closing remarks. He encouraged us to communicate with each other. He reminded us of the vows we’d made today before our friends and family bearing witness. And he thanked Adrienne for not throwing her bouquet in my face before stalking out the door, which earned him a few laughs.
At the very end, though, the officiant looked out across the audience and stated somberly, “Should anyone present know of any reason that this couple should not be joined in lawfully wedded matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace.”
There was a pause, during which I simply held both of Adrienne’s hands with my own and gazed adoringly into her eyes.
Figuring that nobody would actually object, I expected the pause to be quite short. But then it lingered, and a moment later, I heard Dawn’s voice in the back of my head asking, ‘Why is everyone looking at me?’
I glanced out at the audience, and while not everyone was looking at Dawn, there were a fair number of people in the first few rows peering in the direction of my best woman, her own sisters included.
And that’s when Adrienne let go of my hands and walked away.
The audience collectively gasped so suddenly that it felt like all the oxygen had been sucked out of the room. My eyes got big and I jerked my eyes over to the officiant beside me. And when I realized he was smiling, I simultaneously realized that this was all part of Adrienne’s plan.
Trust me, Tiger. Trust me.
My heartrate calmed down.
Stepping down to the first level of the stage, Adrienne took Summer by both hands and then led her up in front of the altar to stand directly in front of me. My redheaded girlfriend gawked at me with big blue eyes, clearly with absolutely NO idea what the hell was going on and evidently not in on ‘the plan’. Adrienne had already crossed the stage and now collected Dawn with both hands, and similarly brought the pink-haired girl to stand next to Summer in front of me.
Final confirmation that this was all part of Adrienne’s plan came when BJ tugged on my leg and held up the ring pillow again, with two more wedding bands sparkling in the stage lights. I quickly threw a startled glance at my hanamuguri, and she gave me a mysterious Mona Lisa smile in return.
That’s when I realized that the audience… well… let’s just say the audience wasn’t being very quiet.
Nobody was openly shouting or anything like that, but there were certainly a lot of murmurs from the crowd mixed with gasps, a few “Squee!” sounds, and even a couple of “WOOOO!” screams from the Tri-Delts.
Dawn’s mouth gaped open as she gawked at me, her expression silently asking, Did you know about this?!?
My own shocked expression clearly replied, ‘I had NO idea.’
Dawn and Summer then turned to look at Adrienne, who now stood alongside me with her arms wrapped around my left elbow. My almost-wife beamed at her fellow Quadmates and reached down with one hand to lovingly stroke BJ’s cheek. She then gently took the pillow from him and handed it to me.
I immediately started untying the string bow holding the additional rings - identical in design to Adrienne’s wedding band - and felt my heartrate start to speed up in excitement as I did so.
“Adrienne…,” Dawn intoned with arched eyebrows, her tone demanding an explanation.
The woman in question reached forward with both hands to take a hand each from both Dawn and Summer, and she grinned before beginning, “So I know this is all quite a surprise for both of you, but at the same time I am absolutely convinced it’s the right thing to do. Less than three months ago we all sat down together to talk about what the future held. We agreed then that Ben loves all three of us. We agreed that he NEEDS all three of us in his life. We agreed that we’re a team. We agreed that we’re The Quad.”
Dawn and Summer exchanged a glance that said this wasn’t new information to them. Meanwhile, I released both wedding bands and held them up while patting BJ on the head and sending him back to his mommy with the pillow.
“The unfortunate reality is that the State of California would only let him marry one of us, but that’s just a government piece of paper that would never reflect the true feelings we hold in our hearts. This wedding ceremony was set up for me to marry him, but as the day itself drew closer and closer, the more I realized how incomplete it would be if the ceremony were solely about him and me. Ben and I are NOT a binary, monogamous couple. We have never limited ourselves to the societal standards that say a marriage should only be between one man and one woman. Our love doesn’t fit into labels, and why should it? We all love him. We’ve all pledged to share him. Ben has repeatedly stated that he wishes he could marry all three of us. So why NOT let him marry all three of us?”
I blinked and leaned forward. “Perhaps this discussion should’ve taken place before we all walked into the Chapel?”
Adrienne shook her head and looked at me. “Did you really want to have another hot potato argument again?”
I winced. “Not really.”
“Me neither.” Adrienne turned to look at the other two. “If you genuinely need more time to consider your decisions, I’m totally willing to put this whole thing on pause until we have time to think things through, but I don’t actually think either of you needs time to think about this. Both of you have said you’d never need a fancy ceremony of your own, so this is your best chance now. Summer’s already grinning ear to ear and keeps quivering with joy while gawking at the wedding band in Ben’s hand.”
My redhead girlfriend blushed almost as red as her hair, but there was no denying how excited she was, and she really did keep gawking at the wedding band while hopping from foot-to-foot. I could practically see a thought bubble above her head squealing, ‘Is that for ME?!? Can I have it?! Can I have it?!’
We all knew Dawn would be the one who’d need to be convinced, and with that in mind, Adrienne turned her focus to the pink-haired girl in the black and white tuxedo outfit.
“Dawn, you’re his soulmate best friend. You two have loved each other for the past twenty-five years and never stopped for a single day. I meant what I said about believing in this relationship enough to step aside and let you be his government-titled wife. It’s not too late if that’s what you really want.”
“But what about you? This is your wedding, Adrienne.”
“What’s important to me is the certainty and reassurance that he’ll be together with me when we’re gray and old. Neither of us has said ‘I do’ just yet, but he’s already the only husband I’ll ever have, the only man I’ll ever love. He’s my Tiger, and I’m Tiger’s Pet, see? I even have the tattoo. He’s already everything I’ll ever need. He’ll be the father of my children, my emergency contact, Forever and Always. You can be his true Number One.”
“We’re ALL his Number Ones. All three of us. But you’re his Queen,” Dawn insisted. She then cradled her belly and smiled at me. “I already have my Happily Ever After.”
“Not yet you don’t,” Adrienne said, plucking one of the rings from my hand and then holding it up in front of Dawn. She grinned, knowing that she’d already won, before finishing, “I’m pretty sure your dreams of Happily Ever After included this too, huh?”
“I don’t know…”
“See, this is why I didn’t tell you in advance. If I had, you’d have spent weeks agonizing with indecision. Your imposter syndrome would’ve kept you from acknowledging that you truly deserve this! You deserve to be happy! Accepting this ring isn’t locking yourself into ‘Perfect Dawn’; it’s joining us and accepting a role in our lives together. You’re not alone. You were never alone. We’re a team. We’re The Quad.”
Dawn looked nervous, and she looked at both me and Summer for reassurance. Summer squeezed her hand. I willed her with my gaze to know how much I wanted this for her… for us. And she finally smiled and nodded. “Thank you, Adrienne. You really have the best ideas.”
“The best!” Summer chimed in, bouncing happily.
Dawn leaned in, held Adrienne’s shoulders, and planted a tender kiss on the blonde’s lips.
The audience roared with cheers and applause.
“Ahem,” the officiant interjected while clearing his throat. “We’re not at that part yet.”
Dawn and Adrienne pulled away, both of them smirking. Dawn promptly rolled her eyes, turned to Summer, and kissed her next. The audience’s cheering picked up a notch, and then they nearly shattered the stained-glass windows when Adrienne turned to kiss Summer next.
“Ahem…” the officiant tried once more, to no avail. But eventually the four of us stood up straight and waited patiently as the audience settled down.
Twice more, I spoke the words, “With this ring, I thee wed” as I slipped wedding bands onto the fingers of both Summer and Dawn.
Summer beamed with rivers of tears running down her cheeks looking absolutely radiant, the moisture glistening in the lights to make her entire face shine. After I finished putting on her ring, she gazed at me with an expression that clearly said, ‘I can’t believe this is happening but it’s so freaking awesome!!!’
For Dawn, I actually started to remove her ‘Ben’s Cow’ wedding band first, but she shook her head and silently stopped me. Instead I simply slid on the real wedding band alongside it. Once I finished, Dawn gazed up at me with sparkling sky-blue eyes, her voice clearly stating in the back of my mind, I’m keeping this extra one for now. But you’d still better get me a pretty rock to pair this with and soon. And Summer, too.
I chuckled and nodded, saying without actually saying, ‘Yes, ma’am.’
Two more engagement rings? You’d better hope you get a fat bonus check when Strawberry closes, dude, the voice in my head admonished.
I’ll figure it out.
The four of us lit a big unity candle together. We then stood in a circle around the lit candle, all holding hands, as the officiant led us in reciting our final wedding vows.
“To have and to hold,” I began.
“From this day forward,” Adrienne continued.
“For better, for worse,” Dawn added.
“For richer, for poorer,” Summer stated.
“In sickness and in health,” I intoned solemnly.
“To love and to cherish,” Adrienne said with a smile.
Dawn smiled. “‘Til death do us part.”
And in unison, all four of us stated together, “I do.”
The audience roared.
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People were still hooting and hollering (and even “squeeing” and “wooing”) when the officiant went through his remaining spiel and finally declared, “I now pronounce you husband and wife… and wife… and wife.” Even with his voice amplified by the microphone and speakers, it was drowned out by the noise.
I turned to kiss Adrienne, and then I turned to kiss Dawn, and then I turned to kiss Summer. Meanwhile, the girls were kissing each other as well. Summer and I pulled back from each other’s faces and found Adrienne and Dawn still kissing. A hand clapped on my back and I turned to see Bert grinning at me. I quickly wrapped up my best buddy in a bear hug. June was then beside me and I gave her a quick peck on the lips and a hug as well.
For a second, it almost looked like Eden wanted to vault into my arms, wrap her legs around my waist, and cram her tongue into my throat, but she refrained and simply gave me a fierce hug while hopping up and down like the excited teenage girl she was. Sasha then pulled me into her arms, grabbed my head, and started making out with me hot and heavy. But it was only for a few seconds before she pulled away and blushed prettily. Her compersion might’ve been working overtime because she looked flushed and horny.
Candy gave me a hug and a quick kiss on the lips as well next. Then Emma hugged me and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. Kim had come on stage holding BJ. I drew my hanamuguri into my arms and together we squished our son between us, blowing raspberries on both of his cheeks at the same time. Paige arrived for hugs with both April and Gabrielle, so BJ wriggled his butt, a clear signal for me to put him down, and the girls sandwiched him between them while he yelped, “BJ squish! BJ squish!”
Lynne waddled on-stage to give me a warm hug. Kady and Noelle came along as well. Amber specifically drew me and Dawn together both, waggled a finger in our faces, and said, “Told you so!”
Penny came to me for a quick kiss and a hug before moving into Sasha’s arms. Eve squeezed me and pecked my cheek. And Brooke, Brandi, DJ, and Dayna all came on stage for hugs and kisses.
I half expected a dozen more people from the audience to rush the stage, including my parents, but they managed to refrain. Maturity or something, perhaps. I found my three wives again (three wives!) and we wound up in a big group hug. Sisters and bridesmaids and ‘groomsmen’ and other friends piled around us. I belatedly realized that ‘The Throne Room & Finale’ theme from Star Wars had started playing at some point, a musical bookend to the ceremony lost in the cacophony of excitement and joy.
As the song ended, the double-doors at the end of the aisle opened; our cue to get a move on. A crowd had gathered outside the Chapel in two rows, no doubt holding sacks of rice. I gathered together my three wives, and arm-in-arm we sauntered down the aisle together while the remaining audience cheered us on. We passed outside and all had to duck and squeal and laugh and cry as fifty people heaped handfuls of rice over our heads the entire way to the street curb.
A white stretch Towncar limo was waiting for us. The Funston House cottage was only a hundred yards away around the corner, but some traditions must be maintained. The crowd surrounded us and continued cheering as I escorted Adrienne, Dawn, and Summer into the car. The girls immediately popped their heads back up through the open moonroof, smiling and waving. And then I finally got in to join them and the limo slowly drove away with tin cans on strings trailing behind the bumper and “Just Married” written in soap across the back windshield.
The crowd didn’t follow us around the corner, remaining where they were in the street waving goodbye. Adrienne was the only one who elected to remain standing up through the moonroof, waving back. Dawn and Summer sandwiched me between them for the short drive, Dawn’s tongue in my mouth and Summer’s hand digging below my waistband to squeeze my cock.
Only a minute later, the limo pulled up outside the cottage. The four of us got out, giggling and laughing gaily in excitement and eagerness as we raced up the stairs, onto the porch, and into the cottage. And once inside, Adrienne promptly bunched up my shirt in her hands and slammed me against the inside of the door with a loud [THUMP] before cramming her tongue down my throat.
“How much time until the reception?” Summer asked breathily, digging her hand beneath my waistband once more.
“An hour for the guests to mingle, drink, and eat hors d'oeuvres,” Dawn explained, also panting a bit from the excitement. “But we’re supposed to be taking pictures now!”
“Can’t wait!” Adrienne muttered. “Hurry up and get his pants down, Sunshine!”
Summer laughed while fiddling with my belt, explaining to Dawn, “You and I got him this morning, but she’s gone without Tiger-dick for more than twenty-four hours.”
“And I’m not waiting a minute longer than I have to!” Adrienne insisted, turning around, shuffling over to the cottage living room’s couch, bending over at the waist, and bunching up her dress trying to get it up and out of the way. “Stupid Cathedral train!”
“Turn and sit down on the couch instead,” Dawn instructed. “The front hem is a lot shorter.”
Adrienne quickly flipped over to sit down, now bunching up the front hem and hoisting it up to her midsection. A moment later, she flopped backwards and thrust her legs straight up towards the ceiling, revealing that she’d gone without panties all day.
Meanwhile, Summer had already dropped my slacks and was already deep-throating my dick. But as soon as I caught sight of my Tigress wife’s soaking wet snatch already flowering open in eager anticipation, I gently pulled my Plaything wife’s mouth off my cock, walked over to give my Soulmate wife a sweet kiss, and then finally parked my prickhead at the entrance to my Tigress wife’s pink pussy.
And then I pushed.
I swear Adrienne came just on that first thrust.
“Don’t ruin her dress,” Dawn warned me. “But her makeup’s already gonna need touching up anyway so go ahead and kiss her all you want.”
She didn’t have to tell me twice. While Adrienne held her own legs back with her hands, I braced my hands on the back of the couch and bent forward to sear her lips with a nuclear kiss. And I pounded the hell out of her pussy right from the jump.
“MMPH! MMPH! MMPH!” my Tigress moaned into my mouth with every heavy thrust. And then she tightened up and came again. “MMMPPPHHH!!!”
“Shit that looks like fun.” Summer exclaimed. “Me too, husband? Holyfuckingshit! I get to call you ‘husband’!”
Dawn laughed at Summer’s palpable excitement as the redhead spun around and flopped herself onto the couch right next to Adrienne. Summer’s shimmering gold dress had far less material than Adrienne’s white wedding gown, but it was tighter around the upper thighs and Summer had to work a bit to get the hem above her crotch. But after another minute she was reclining in the couch with her legs in the air. And Adrienne went ahead and kissed my nose before grinning and saying, “Go fuck your other wife, Tiger.”
She didn’t have to tell me twice. Summer squealed as my steel-hard shaft slid smoothly straight into her sopping-wet snatch. I leaned forward with all my weight and grabbed her ankles to push them back, really folding Master’s Plaything in half as I hammered away at her. Our lips crashed together with the radiant power of two stars colliding. My pelvic bone bore down on her clitoral hood piercing and she came really quickly, screeching her satisfaction into my mouth. And by then Dawn had joined her two sister-wives on the couch with her skirt hem pulled up and her legs pulled back.
“Holy ffffuuuucccckkkk…” Dawn groaned as her husband’s dick slid deep within her sweet center. Rather than fold her in half, I wrapped my Soulmate wife’s legs around my lower back and gently kissed her while she cradled my head in her hands, softly stroking my cheeks and staring up at me with a sense of wonder and surprise that we’d actually come to this point in our lives.
Pregnant, she marveled. Married.
‘Well, not legally married. Are you really okay with Adrienne getting the government paperwork?’
Dawn smirked. My love for you is pure and never needed the paperwork. That’s not just a defense mechanism. It’s the truth.
I smiled and bent down so we could share a volcanic kiss.
I steadily pumped my best friend - my wife now yes, but forever still my best friend - until she started to spasm on the path to orgasm. I sped up my thrusting, really bearing down on her clit. But just as we approached simultaneous satisfaction, she bit my ear and groaned, “Not yet! Don’t cum yet! Don’t cum yet!”
I gritted my teeth and clamped down on my ejaculatory urge. Dawn didn’t, and her body went into full-on convulsions beneath me. I groaned and held out though, holding on for dear life despite the way her incredible inner milkmaid muscles milked me for every minute of her massive orgasm.
When Dawn’s blissful release subsided, she uncrossed her legs and breathlessly urged, “In Adrienne. Go fill up Adrienne.”
“Oh, you could’ve had it, Dawnie!” my Tigress exclaimed, but I was already pulling out.
And as I started to slide back home into Adrienne’s soaking wet snatch, Dawn giggled. “Just feels right to have him switch to you last minute. Besides, I already got what I needed.” Dawn patted her baby bump for emphasis.
Adrienne clued in quickly as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and stared up at me with a look of wonder on her face.
“C’mon, Tiger. Let’s make a baby.”
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