Destinbury

"Well it must be almost time for the ceremony. Nice to meet you Owen. Oh, and I told Nila to expect a package from me in a few weeks. I'll get your address from Trace later."

"We'll be watching for it."

As Jake left the bar, Nila let out a breath and said, "God I'm glad you came back when you did."

"Was he bothering you?"

"Oh yes, he was bothering me, but oh my God. I have to get out of here honey before things get totally out of control here. I'm pretty sure Jake has hypnotic powers, because he had his hand under my skirt and on my butt. I mean up my thigh and on my butt and I let him. I watched him move the split in my skirt and just...oh wow, what the hell was I thinking? And my damn son took pictures, the shit. Jake owns women's boutiques in New York. I'll tell you more about that later, but right now I'm leaving."

"Honey I wish you would stay."

"Damn it Owen, I just let a stranger run his hand under my skirt and play with my ass. Oh no, I'm getting out of here and all I can tell you is good luck."

"But you'll be back?"

"I'll be back."

Chapter Fifty Five

The wedding ceremony was light hearted, over quickly, and everybody applauded, and the men lined up for a kiss from the bride, and each of them managed to slip a hand between her legs or they got a handful of a breast. The women showered Trace with kisses and they had their fun between his legs.

Owen stayed well back as he watched his 'maids' come out en masse carrying trays of food and champagne. Not one of Owen's young ladies survived without being groped front and back, and the ladies smiled and saw to their task without one spilled drop or dropped morsel. The guys fared no better, and in fact all but one of them had their cock liberated from their thong while the guys held onto the large serving trays with both hands.

Toast followed toast, and in place of the clattering silverware telling the bride and groom to kiss, they chanted until Trace pawed Gail's tits and then they would kiss. The guests settled down finally and the maids were allowed to see to their tasks without any more groping. Owen watched each of them to make sure they were doing their best for the guests, but the young and nearly naked women got most of his attention. One of the maids had what he considered the absolute perfect ass, and he was hard put not to stare at her and forget about everything else. Would she be willing to expose herself in public for him?" All he could do was ask, and he intended to do just that. Kiley had a great body and a pretty face with full pouty lips. On the whole, she was, without a doubt, the hottest looking woman he'd ever seen naked, but the blond with the awesome perfect ass came in a close second. Then an idea struck him and he spent a minute pondering that, smiled in self satisfaction, and went back to watching the post ceremony celebrating.

Owen saw him in his peripheral vision, and turned to watch a man close to Owen's age appear and go straight to the bar. Owen turned from the celebrating and joining the man asked, "Friend or family?"

"I'm Kyle, the father of the groom, and I had a hell of a time getting here. Would you do me a favor?"

"Of course, how can I help you?"

"Go tell Trace that I'm here and I'll join him in a few minutes after I've settled down. I'm supposed to be helping him with a little plan we cooked up if I'm not too late."

"Relax and enjoy your drink, and I'll get your message to Trace."

Owen went to the head table and whispered to Trace, "Your dad just arrived and I'm to tell you that he'll join you in a few minutes and he hopes it isn't too late. I guess he had a bit of a time getting here."

"Damn, I was writing him off as a no show. Okay, tell him it's not too late, and that I'll hold out until he gets here. He's okay right?"

"He'll be fine. He needs a couple of minutes to settle down is all."

"Thank you Owen. Oh, and make sure the photographers are focusing on the head table and ready to grab some shots after he comes in."

"I'll take care of that," and Owen went straight to Scott and gave him the message, and as Scott told the other photographer, Owen went back to Kyle, as the bartender was just topping off his drink.

"Taken care of Kyle, and you're not too late."

Letting out a sigh, Kyle said, "Thanks. Now I'll relax for just a minute more. Who's here?"

"I don't know most of the names so I can't help you with that, but you can see without being seen if you'd like."

"That would help. There are a couple of people in particular that I want to know where they're sitting."

"Follow me," and Owen led him to the corner of the room saying, "Look between the corner of the wall and the pillar and you'll see most of them."

Kyle tipped his glass back and then looked saying, "Great okay, I see the ones I wondered about. Fantastic. At the head table is Ray, the best man, Allie the maid of honor and her boyfriend Glen, and Joni, the freshly divorced bride's maid. Damn I wish I was young enough for her." Kyle turned his back to the celebration and said, "I was in a Goddamn accident. Nothing big, but that meant cops, paperwork and a long delay, and the accident was my fault. I had my head up my ass thinking about things like Joni and a couple of others. I'm too fucking old for all of them, but can still look and cop a feel here and there."

"You're new daughter in law is pretty hot too."

"No kidding. Her father worked for me in construction until he was killed in an accident. I've seen Gail at her best and at her worst. That's not right because she doesn't have a worst. She looks hot twenty four seven."

"You married Kyle?"

He laughed and said, "No because I can't keep my dick in my pants."

Owen just smiled and held up his glass, and Art traded Owen's glass with a freshly filled one. "Well I better get in there."

"One more deep breath Kyle. By the way, congrats on gaining a daughter."

"Here's a sick one for ya. I'd kill to fuck my new 'daughter'. Remember to watch the head table Owen," and putting his glass down, he strolled straight to the head table as Owen stood in the doorway and focused on Kyle and Trace.

Most in the room seemed to know Kyle and he waved and smiled at them. Trace stood up and shook his father's hand and they talked softly back and forth for just a second. Then Kyle kissed Gail more like a lover than a new member of his family, but didn't sit down. Ethan was right here with a glass of champagne for Kyle, who showed a crooked smile as he looked at Ethan, and then focused on his son and new bride.

Ray, the best man, stood up and called out for quiet, and then said, "Trace has something to say."

Glancing at his father and smiling, Trace bent down and kissed Gail's cheek and then said, "I have to share a brief story with you, the importance of which will become clear to you at the end. I pleaded and begged with Gail to have some input on the design of her wedding attire. We were using a designer from Chicago and we went back and forth with no to this or that, or he'd tell us what we wanted just wasn't a good idea at all or something like that. Well...honey, stand up for me please." She smiled and as she stood up he asked her, "You are happy with the result right?"

"I'm very happy with the result honey."

"Dad, stand behind her would you? Now as Dad touches the two little bows on her gown, I'll say this. Those bows and the thin ribbon running the length of her gown was the main sticking point, because I was insistent that they be used, and Gail wasn't too happy about that. Gail honey, let's get rid of those bows and the ribbon," and with that, Kyle quickly pulled straight up on the bows. For just an instant, Kyle was standing there with the ribbons strung between his large hands and Gail, but the next instant, her dress fell to the floor in pieces, leaving her standing there totally nude.

Chapter Fifty Six

It took a moment for Gail to realize what had just happened, and then she stared at grinning Trace and then at smiling Kyle. Her father-in-law was staring at her nakedness and all she could seem to do was stand there until at last, as a cacophony of applause, whistles and a mixture of laughter and words filled the air. "Oh my God," Gail finally managed to utter, and then Kyle put his arms around her, but he didn't stop there. Cupping her naked ass in his hands, he picked her up like a doll and pulled her to him until her legs were going around his waist. Then with her hands behind his head she smiled and said, "This is incredible and of course this was all Trace's idea."

He kissed her as he held her sweet young and firm ass in his hands and told her, "That was my idea honey."

"Kyle, you're awful. So you talked Trace into that and that's why he argued about the ribbon."

"That's right, and right now before this mob goes nuts, I want you to know that I think you're by far the sexiest, prettiest and the best there is, and Trace will have to work hard to deserve you."

She was warming to her new father-in-law quickly, and she said, "Thank you. Kyle, do I feel your hardness bumping me?"

He smiled and said, "Well of course you do. I just told you that you're the sexiest and most desirable woman in the world, so I couldn't stop my erection if I had to."

"I feel like a feather in your hands."

"You feel like heaven in mine, and I'd rather die than put you down, but Ray is waiting to say more, and Trace has more on his mind too." She lowered her legs and he slowly let her slide down his front as she smiled up at him. "Thank you for your very sweet words Dad, and for that very hard compliment I just felt."

"I would have died if I would have missed this moment," and he kissed her cheek.

"Trace," Ray said, "I believe you have something more to say."

Gail moved over and stood close to Trace as he said, "Thanks, and yes I do have something more." Ray moved behind Trace, and by then a few of the guests were starting to see where things were going, but Gail was still rattled from losing her dress in front of her friends. Then in no more than a second or two Ray was holding the ribbons and Trace's slacks fell to the floor revealing his very hard cock to friends and family alike. Everybody was almost shouting as they applauded and comments blended together into a jumble of noise.

Suddenly Kyle, with seemingly little effort, lifted Gail onto the head table and Trace joined her. "Oh my God honey," she managed to say, what...no, not here, not now."

"Here and now honey. I love you so much and I want us to share this special moment with our friends."

"But my God honey, Kyle...your dad and...and Mom..."

"They've all made love many times," and he moved over her even before she had laid back on the hard table.

Even as she said, "Oh my God, this is incredible," she was opening her legs for him. This wasn't the time for long foreplay, so he touched her lips with his cock, and she guided him into her and closed her eyes. "Yes baby, fuck me honey," she said, now eager to submit herself to her new husband. They had made love many times, and in some exciting places, but nothing even close to what they were now doing. Their table was surrounded by guests, and they were jostled as everybody struggled to get at least a quick look at the frantically screwing newlyweds. Kyle stared at Gail as Trace lunged into her, and her breasts would bounce and rebound. He was so hard he hurt. Even the maids managed to grab quick glances of the screwing couple, and the guys erections were shoving mightily against their thongs.

Owen had managed a few glimpses of the copulating couple, but he reminded himself that he was only the host and the party was for his guests. He moved back to the bar and told Art, "To put it graphically, this is fucking unbelievable. Nobody in their right mind would have seen this stunt coming."

"It's a good thing I'm tied to this bar, because I just might see it as my duty to get in on the action."

"I understand that. How is your supply of Casa Dragones?"

"I hid the bottle remember? Care for a splash?"

"I'd care for a double splash."

"Coming up. Actually there's another bottle in the other bar, so no worries."

A moment later Owen raised his glass and said, "You're the man Art," and Owen enjoyed a generous sip and closed his eyes for a second. "Damn, that's good. Too bad it isn't an anti aphrodisiac."

"You only think that's what you want. Really you want to go screw the bride."

"At least," and Art smiled and nodded in understanding.

As if Owen wasn't stressed enough, Kiley seemed to appear out of the crowd and went to Owen. "I know it isn't allowed, but I really need a small drink," and moving closer to him she rested her cool hand on his forearm.

"Just one and then go find a mint or something."

"Thanks. I'll have some mint sorbet, but," and she tossed back a double of whatever whisky Art had poured for her. She held her breath for a second and then slowly let it out before she said, "My God, I've never, and I mean never, experienced anything like what we just watched."

"It was Trace's intent to go places where most if not all here had never been to, and I include myself in that group."

"Thanks boss, that drink really did help."

"You look a little frazzled."

"I've been petted, pawed propositioned, teased and flattered. I've had promises thrown at me and even words of devotion. I've been stimulated more than ever before in my life, and then I was dumb enough to watch them fu...make love. Hard and fast love, and then he shot...sorry, too much information. But did you see Ray quickly take over for Trace?"

Both Art and Owen stared at her as she said, "Yes, for real. Traces stuff...I mean...oh screw it, his cum was oozing out of Gail and there was Ray slipping into her and she went into...I don't know, but I think she left this world. Glen, the maid of honor's guy was lining up so I think he'll be next, but I either had to leave or sit on the floor because I was getting shaky."

That was excuse enough for Owen, so putting his arm around her he said, "Are you going to be okay?"

She almost eagerly leaned into him as she took a deep breath and dramatically said, "God I hope so. I'm pretty tough, or I thought I was, but look at me. I'm trembling inside."

"Stay here for a minute and then I'll walk you to the kitchen and we'll get you a cool cloth." Her arm went around him and Owen looked at Art who smiled and rolled his eyes. She turned her back to Owen then and put his arms around her waist and leaned back against him. In seconds she had his hands tucked under her young, firm and heavy warm breasts. Owen looked at Art, shook his head slowly and lipped, "Fuck," before he said, "Kiley, let's go to the kitchen before people start to move around."

"The way they're lining up for a shot at Gail or Trace I don't..."

"Trace too?"

"Of course. He was still hard and Allie had him in her hand when I backed out of there. Two other women were right there too, so who knows how long this could go on."

"A fucking orgy."

She stopped and smiled up at him as she said, "Now that is exactly what it is. Not just an orgy, but a fucking orgy," and she pulled his arm around her waist again and they moved on to the kitchen.

They were alone and Owen asked, "Where's the chef?"

"His work is done, so he left. We'll serve what is prepared, and by then everybody will be used up from screwing or too drunk to eat. Maybe both."

Owen found a towel and wet it, and then with his arm around her, he gently caressed her face as he said, "Well there goes your makeup I'm sure."

"I wear very little so that's okay." She was quiet for a minute and then said, "Oh God Owen, your gentle touch is just what I needed. We should have just started with this and skipped the whisky," and she pulled herself a little closer to him. "I wish I could work for you full time. You're so nice and so sweet."

"Thank you Kiley. You're a stunning young woman, but then you have to know that."

Her eyes slowly raised up until she was looking into his and she said, "I'm glad you think I am. You have such beautiful and sexy blue eyes."

"Kiley, before I fall apart, I better remind myself that I'm twice your age. I'm also in love with Nila."

"She's beautiful."

"I think so too," and he succumbed to her tempting lips. Just a soft and gentle kiss, but a lingering and sweet one. "Are you really looking for a way to make money?"

"Yes, I am. What do you have...Owen, I'm not a prostitute."

He smiled and lightly kissed her again before he said, "I know you're not and I'm not looking for one."

"I don't know why you ever would, because women just have to love you unless they're mentally unstable." They were sharing smiles and blatant flattery along with touches and light kisses.

Owen talked fast telling her about his hobby of photographing women in public places, and they talked about that for a couple of minutes, but then he stepped back from her saying, "I'd rather not have anybody see us with our arms around each other. So I'm sure you know where I'm going with this."

"You want to photograph me in the nude in public situations."

"That's right. The pay depends on the setting, how long we work, if you could call that work, and how things go. The more we can dream up and get good results from, the more you make, but I can guarantee you two hundred just for a modest afternoon of successes."

"So the idea is to not get caught but make it appear that we might."

"That's right. Any sexy pose. You might be undressing two or three times depending on things like wardrobe and settings."

"It sounds like we could have fun."

"I really love doing that, and as stunning as you are, I can't imagine getting any mediocre shots let alone any bad ones."

She smiled and said, "And the photos will not be put on line or sold."

"Never. I don't need the money, and I'm not eager to share my photos with the world. I may show them to Nila, or a friend or two, but the images would never leave my control."

"I'd like to try that with you."

"I'd need a number where I can reach you, or an e-mail anyway."

"I'll give you my number, address and measurements, I don't mind."

He smiled and said, "Phone number and measurements would be fine."

"Better yet, phone number and we can get pictures of you measuring me somewhere open and risky."

"I like that idea."

"I'll bet you and I could come up with more ideas together."

"I'm sure we could. Would you ever consider posing with another woman?"

She smiled and asked him, "And what would I do with this other woman?"

"No porn, I promise. Teasing photos remember?"

"Then I wouldn't mind at all. I'll give you my contact information before I leave, and we'll get the measurements another time."

"I better go back to my post," and he kissed one more time and then backed away from her before he turned around and returned to Art. "Damn it Art, walking away from her was one of the hardest things I've ever done."

"Well as you can see, the screwing hasn't totally stopped. In fact a two more couples started their own party on another table."

"I'd ask if you were kidding, but I know the answer to that."

"Oh, and a lady named Wendy asked for you. I told her you would be back very shortly."

"Thanks, I want to be sure to talk to her."

"No surprise, I remember her from the first party."

Chapter Fifty Seven



Owen was just settling down from the marathon screwing he had witnessed, and then the incredible temptation of Kiley when Wendy joined him and slipped her arm around him. Owen smiled and kissed her before he asked, "How are you holding up?"

"Is that the same as asking if I was in on the group grope?"

"Two different things. First, how are you doing?"

She smiled and said, "I'll make it, how are you holding up?"