Island Fever 3: Matrimony Ch. 06

"Trish, I have not the right to bind you to Lindsay; only you have this right. If it is your wish, say so at this time and place your ring onto her finger by taking her hand."

"It is my wish," Trish nodded, slipping the ring onto Lindsay's finger.

"Lindsay, I have not the right to bind you to Trish; only you have this right. If it is your wish, say so at this time and place your ring onto her finger by taking her hand."

"It is my wish," Lindsay cooed, her body trembling.

"Trish, as it is your wish for Lindsay to be bound to you, repeating after me, will you now give voice to that which is in your heart?"

"I, Trish, take you, Lindsay - to be my beloved wife - to have and to hold - to honor you - to treasure you - to be at your side in sorrow and in joy - in sickness and in health - to love and cherish you always - 'til death do us part."

"Lindsay, as it is your wish for Trish to be bound to you, repeating after me, will you now give voice to that which is in your heart?"

"I, Lindsay, take you Trish - to be my wife, my partner in life and my one true love - I will cherish our friendship and love you today, tomorrow and forever - I will trust you and honor you - I will laugh with you and cry with you - I will love you faithfully - through the best and the worst - through the difficult and the easy - whatever may come I will always be there - as I have given you my hand to hold - so too I give you my life to keep - so help me God."

"Trish and Lindsay, although I am officiating here today, it is not truly within my power to sanctify, legitimize or bless your relationship in any way, because the two of you have already done that yourselves. So, by joining hands right now and looking into each other's eyes, let it be known from this point forward that you are joined - body and soul - in this lifetime, and that this bond is sacred and eternal."

"And now that you have stood before witnesses of Heaven and Earth, and exchanged these rings and these vows, and have agreed to be married according to the laws of the state of Ohio, it gives me great pleasure to pronounce that you are now what your hearts have always known you to be - wife and wife."

"You may now seal your blessed union with a kiss."

"Shhhhh, Jeremy," Scarlett consoled me, clutching my arm, as I openly wept throughout various portions of the ceremony. Try as I might, but I could not help it. Neither could Leslie, or Trish's parents too, for that matter. So, I did not feel alone. Lindsay was like a daughter to me, right?

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The wedding reception would take place at a formal banquet center about 10 miles from the church. After intermingling with their guests in the front lobby of the cathedral, Trish and Lindsay were all smiles as they went through the process of posing for the wedding photographs. Both of them just seemed so incredibly overjoyed and happy...

When previously talking with the planners via web-cam over a month ago, the one thing that Trish specifically asked for in terms of the reception were cyclamen centerpieces. She explained that they felt more like Christmas to her, without actually screaming Christmas like poinsettias might. Aside from that, Trish (as well as Lindsay) gave a general idea of what they had in mind and wanted for the reception. Both of them seemed confident in the planners and what they could do, and the end result was nothing short of spectacular.

The planners arranged ruffy-edged cyclamen and miniature pine cones in a variety of white vases made by a local ceramicist. Each place was set with a pom-pom trimmed dinner napkin and a pine cone rosette, and small votive candles cast a warm glow across the tables. Menus were printed in stylish calligraphy with each individual guest's name at the top, and even included a hand-glittered wreath.

When guests arrived, they were greeted with their choice of drink and passed hors d'oeuvres - seared beef crostini with horseradish cream, pork tenderloin sliders with spicy slaw, tuna poke with cucumber, fall vegetable antipasti with truffle cheese, or french fry cones. There were special sampler plates made for Trish and Lindsay so that once they arrived, they could taste everything.

There was no receiving line, so Trish and Lindsay walked around to each table during dinner to again greet and thank all of the guests for coming. Somehow, they still found time to sit down and eat their meals. Personally, I opted for the cheese toast with tomato fondue, little gem caesar salad, and ricotta gnocchi with fall squash, grilled lemon, sage and toasted hazelnuts. Everything was delicious!

For dessert, there was an ample amount of choices - coffee crunch trifle, miniature coconut cupcakes, passion fruit curd on a tiny macaroon, white chocolate choux puffs, eggnog and doughnuts with rum, gingerbread cookies and peppermint bark. And of course, there was the wedding cake itself, decorated with simple white buttercream and cyclamen flowers made of sugar. There were two tiers of lemon sponge cake with lemon curd and two tiers of mahogany cake (chocolate layer cake with chocolate hazelnut truffle cream).

All eyes were on Trish and Lindsay once they went out for the traditional first dance of the evening. To the uplifting beat of Christina Perri's A Thousand Years, the love and affection that Trish and Lindsay felt for each other took center stage as they swayed together in a slow, tender dance. The expressions across their faces ... they were so HAPPY! Again, I began to feel really emotional.

The second dance included Trish and her father, John, as well as Lindsay and her mother, Leslie. Home movies of Lindsay's father played on the big projector screen as a touching tribute to him. At Lindsay's insistence, I came out next and danced with both her and Trish. After that, the floor was open to anyone who wanted to be on it.

When it was time for the traditional bouquet toss, all of the single women in attendance lined up for the opportunity to catch it from Trish. Who was the lucky lady? Why, it was Scarlett, of course. Who else could it have been?

Since this was anything but your typical wedding with two women marrying each other, Lindsay completed the other half of the time-honored ritual by removing Trish's garter and then simply tossing it to me. I secured it around my right forearm and planned on keeping it there for the remainder of the party. Why would I take it off?

Rumors later began to swirl (albeit only amongst Kristanna, Devon, Pamela, Amy, Scarlett and myself) that during a lull in the dancing, Lindsay snuck off to the ladies' room with Trish in tow, and they shared a quickie together. I did not doubt it for an instant. During every wedding reception we had attended thus far, Lindsay snuck off at one time or another during the proceedings and had sex with one of the girls. It was quickly becoming her own personal, patented trademark.

I was a busy man on the dance floor all evening, though, devoting time to all three of my wives, as well as Devon and Scarlett, and of course Trish and Lindsay themselves. I also danced with the two mothers, and the five sisters.

I was especially happy that Pamela seemed to be in high spirits throughout the evening thus far. No, I was not about to claim that after taking Celexa for a mere four days, it was already having a good and positive effect on her. Pamela would need to take the medication for several weeks before there was any noticeable change in her everyday mood and demeanor as it pertained to her bout of Postpartum Depression.

Rather, I chalked Pamela up to being more like her normal self - at least for tonight - simply because it would have been impossible for anyone to feel any sort of negativity with this atmosphere. I cannot stress enough just how much cheer and euphoria there was in the air tonight.

"Plus, I cannot wait to fly back home in the morning, so I can see Piper," Pamela told me during one of our countless slow dances. Needless to say, I was looking forward to being reunited with Piper (as well as Kaden) as quickly as possible myself. I missed my two little newborn children!

I should also point out that another person who was in attendance - for both the wedding itself and the reception afterward - was my very own mother. Unbelievable, huh?

Somehow, I mustered the courage and finally fessed up to her (earlier today) about the true nature of the life that I led. Not only was I married to Kristanna, I explained to my mother in great detail, but also Pamela and Amy. And in five days, I was going to wed Lindsay overseas in Norway. And, I had three other girlfriends, too - Trish, Amy and Scarlett. As a group, the eight of us lived together and were all in love. We were happy. We were beyond happy.

"Oh, and Mom? You have a granddaughter too, in addition to your grandson. She is such an angel. Her name is Piper, and I would love for you to meet her someday very soon. She is Pamela's biological daughter - not Kristanna's. I am so sorry for not telling you about all of this until now."

My mother, all 73 years strict old-school, old-fashioned of her, was in a daze when I laid out the elicit truth for her. She did not even know that I was still in town when I showed up at her doorstep and said there was something that I needed to discuss with her. She was under the impression that Kristanna and I had already flew back home.

My mother was hurt and angry that I had not been upfront and honest with her about my relationships. She was also confused, and wondered why I wanted and/or needed seven different women in my life. "Kristanna is such a nice, clean girl. She is a good girl. Why would you possibly want anyone other than her in your life?"

I tried to be as thorough and as honest as I could with my mother. In the end, she still could not come to grips and comprehend everything that I had explained to her. She was so set in her traditional ways that it would take days, if not weeks or even months, for everything to fully sink in and register. But, I ultimately got what I needed more than anything else from my mother right now. Validation.

"You're my son, Jeremy, and I trust you enough to support and stand by the decisions that you have made in life." I just broke down and started crying right then and there; the MOST MASSIVE weight had just been lifted from my shoulders. "I may not agree with your decisions, but I stand by them."

"You just better make it so I get to meet my granddaughter soon," she went onto tell me. "And I will be with you in Norway when Amy gives birth to my next grandchild."

What shocked me was that my mother actually insisted on attending Trish and Lindsay's wedding. I reluctantly brought her along, and then she opted to stay for the reception. My mother even sat and talked with all seven of the ladies in my life, some of them in one-on-one settings.

She also had a long talk with Lindsay's mother, Leslie, and I am quite certain they compared notes, so to speak, concerning the bombshells we had dropped on them. A year ago, Lindsay first informed her own family about the true, sordid details of our relationship, and the path she had chosen. It took a long time, but Leslie eventually accepted and even embraced the happy life that her daughter led.

Kristanna, needless to say, was overjoyed. I had finally listened to her, and come clean with my mother. No more did Kristanna and I have to hide and alter the truth around her. We could simply be ourselves from this point forward.

As the hours passed by and the time eclipsed midnight, several of the guests at the reception had already filed out and went back home, or to their hotel rooms. Leslie was especially tired, and checked out with Gina, Jennifer and Alison at around 12:30am - but not before promising to find us at the airport tomorrow morning and seeing us and our private jet off. I arranged for a limousine to take my mother back to her own home.

Trish's contingent of family (parents, grandparents and sisters) departed shortly thereafter, thus leaving Trish, Lindsay, the other ladies in our relationship, and yours truly as the only non-employees remaining at the banquet hall. The eight of us - our little family - sat at the center table for well over an hour and just talked; sharing idle chit-chat and plenty of laughter.

I truly was the luckiest man alive.

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I am a firm believer that when it comes to a wedding night and the sexual celebration afterward, the husband and wife (or in this case, the wife and wife) should spend the evening alone together. I mean, how many people actually have sex with someone other than their spouse on their wedding night? Ours was a unique relationship, indeed, but the two spouses being together on their wedding night - with no one else invited - was one bit of normalcy that I strived on keeping. It just seemed natural to me that such an important evening should be, sexually speaking, limited to those two people.

When Kristanna and I were married, I was adamant that she and I would spend the evening alone. I simply did not want to share in something so special, no matter how much I loved and cared for the others.

The same thing happened when I married Amy, as well as Pamela. A few of the other ladies were upset, but I insisted that the night together be spent in a one-on-one setting. When Kristanna and Devon wed each other earlier this year, they made certain there was no one else around to interrupt their evening together, either. It just seemed right.

As for this particular wedding and occasion, though, the ideals were different. Lindsay anointed herself as the one in charge (it was her wedding, after all), and there was only one thing that she wanted once we returned to the hotel following the reception.

"I want to be gang-banged!"

With Trish in agreement, there was no point in arguing or trying to protest the decision. Plus, how could I disappoint or upset Lindsay on her wedding night? Lindsay was so hyper and over-sexed tonight that the only possible way she could be satisfied was for all seven of us to gang up and have sex with her at once. Even so, she would probably wind up wanting more before the evening was all said and done.

"I want you to have me tonight, too," Pamela then told me. Of course, the last time Pamela and I had sex (or rather, attempted to) was one week ago back home in Norway. It was during the three-some with Kristanna where, toward the end, Pamela got cold feet and did not want me to penetrate her. At the time, Pamela was only three weeks out from giving birth to Piper, and her doctor previously suggested that she wait a full month before resuming full sexual activity in order not to risk any medical complications.

"We're at four weeks now, Jeremy," Pamela added. "It's GO TIME! I want you to take me tonight."

"Save me some!" Kristanna gushed.

I was given a taste of things to come as while in the hotel elevator going up to our suite, Lindsay was already on her knees and offering me a spirited round of fellatio, with the other six ladies also groping and kissing one another at random in a wild mish-mash of luscious female flesh. Oh, I am quite certain that whomever was monitoring the elevator's security camera that evening had an interesting story or two to share with his or her friends once they got off of work.

"TAKE ME!" Lindsay soon roared at Trish, as once I finally got the door to our hotel room unlocked and open, everyone burst inside. In response, Trish immediately grabbed Lindsay by the shoulders and literally tossed her onto the pull-out sofa bed in the middle of the main room. Trish pounced on top of her, of course, and then it was off to the races.

I watched the two ladies, still looking splendid in their bridal gowns, roll around repeatedly and madly kiss each other with wild, reckless abandon upon the mattress. Kristanna and Amy soon went over to the bed and climbed atop it, content (if just for the moment) to simply be close and watch the rabid, newlywed couple do their carnal thing.

When Devon brought her hand to my shirt collar and began to forcefully tear and yank on it, Pamela undid my belt and forged both my tuxedo slacks and briefs downward. I managed to reach around Pamela with my right arm and latch onto her beautiful, round ass. She nudged herself close against me and curled her right leg around my hip, then moved her lips to mine for a needful kiss.

"We gotta get you out of that dress," I heard Trish say to Lindsay. I glanced over and noticed that Scarlett had joined Kristanna and Amy on the bed, and all three, along with Trish, dutifully helped Lindsay out of her bridal gown. Lindsay's curves and beauty were on display in a strapless corset, its color white, along with a matching G-string and thigh-high stockings, and a garter belt attached. It was not all that often that I saw Lindsay in lingerie like this; I should have taken a picture! Soon, I knew that the ladies would strip Lindsay completely naked and bare.

Once Devon ripped and popped all of my shirt buttons to oblivion, she opened the garment in front and moved her lips in close proximity to mine. Pamela was still kissing me, but quickly got the idea and backed off, allowing Devon to slide in and move her own mouth to mine for a savory exchange.

It did not last for long, however, because Devon broke the kiss, obviously feeling the need to share one with Pamela. With those two now trading tongues, I watched Lindsay grunt and squeal in passionate delight as her set of bridal lingerie was literally shredded away from her body.

I tossed my head back and sighed as Devon dropped to her knees and, in one full, easy swoop, engulfed my hard, aching erection into her mouth. My neck fully exposed, Pamela nuzzled her lips upon its sensitive skin and playfully nibbled away. Sounds of needful hunger began to emanate from deep within Devon's throat as her blonde head was now bobbing back-and-forth upon my pulsating cock.

Meanwhile, Trish was on her elbows and knees - her lush, perfect backside perched high in the air - with her face absolutely buried between Lindsay's quivering thighs. When Kristanna hiked the hem of Trish's own bridal gown up past her waist, Amy took hold of her panties and abruptly pulled them down, and off. Scarlett idly sat by and held Lindsay's hand, watching Trish lick her pussy into an all-out frenzy.

"Come down here and get some, Pamela," Devon cooed, reaching up and grabbing at her wrist for emphasis.

Pamela complied, first dropping to one knee, then the other, and quickly took my cock into her right hand when it was offered to her. Both ladies looked up at me with wide, adoring eyes as Pamela began to pump and stroke me off, while Devon took one of my testicles into her velvety mouth and slurped on it lovingly. I inhaled a deep breath and sighed, quickly becoming lost in the sensations.

"Suck it, baby," Devon encouraged her.

Pamela's luminous brown eyes stayed totally locked on mine as she slipped my cock between those amazing lips and then went to work on it. I felt dizzy and light-headed as Devon soon focused on my other testicle, worshiping it with her own lips and tongue. I reached down and placed either hand on both of their faces at the same time. What I received in return was two expressions of total love and affection (not to mention the continued stimulation).

Kristanna had the cheeks of Trish's ass spread far apart, and she was busy lapping away at her pussy with her tongue. Scarlett was helping Amy out of her bridesmaid gown, while Lindsay writhed in sweet ecstasy upon the bed due to Trish's expert oral ministrations.

Devon and Pamela now had my cock out in the open air, and both were swiping away at it with their tongues. Of course, those tongues continued to meet and slide across one another for a little extra, added pleasure. Pamela nuzzled her nose in tight against my pelvis and giggled playfully, before bringing a hand to my hip and holding it there.