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Temporary Girlfriend: Wedding Ch. 01

By: Romantic1



This is the fourth story in the 'Temporary Girlfriend' series; in order the list is Temporary Girlfriend (TG); TG - Christmas Holidays; TG -- The Flight Instructors; and now this one. There will be at least one more TG - Honeymoon. Like the others and by popular request, I have put Megan -- the main character -- through some aviation incidents -- in part based on my own experience as a pilot. I know the details of that section are 'off' a little; please be tolerant as this is fiction and I needed to take some privilege lest the story belong on some aviation website. 

As with many of my stories, they bridge so many literotica.com subject areas that I found it hard to categorize the story: Group, Erotic Coupling, Lesbian, Anal, Incest, and probably a few others. Please enjoy this story. Please Vote! And please drop me a note with your suggestions and comments. 

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Fiona lifted her pussy from my face, a satisfied expression on hers. 

"You have the best tongue," she told me. "You understand a woman's body parts. Stacy does too. Ray, I'm still educating but he's a really good student." She flopped down next to me in the large king-size bed.

"And you taste better than anyone I know," I told her. "I love capturing your juices. I could survive on nothing but you all day long."

"What about my brother?" Fiona asked in a teasing voice.

"Oh, well, that's different," I explained in a flirty voice. "His protein helps build strong bodies eight ways. He gives me the stamina to bring you pleasure on a constant basis -- at least when you're around."

Fiona rolled her nude body into mine and we kissed. The kiss wasn't as hot as the ones we'd used when we started but still had a sultry and sensuous air about them.

We parted and our hands immediately went to each other's vulvas, our fingers lightly stroking and probing. We'd each cum a couple of times at the hands of the other, so there was no urgency to do more. We were just appreciating each other's sex and loving one another.

Fiona said, "I am so glad you're going to marry my brother next month. You are such a 'hot' sister. People like you -- and my brother too -- are the reasons incest was invented.

"Ahem," a loud male voice made its presence known at the bedroom doorway.

"JOSH," Fiona screamed as she hopped up from the bed and ran naked into her brother's arms.

They hugged and kissed rather passionately. I lay back on the bed and enjoyed seeing them greet each other for the first time in three months.

Fiona tugged at Josh, leading him toward the bed. "We've been getting reacquainted since I arrived this afternoon. Why don't you take your clothes off and join us? We have two fuckable pussies and lots of hugs and kisses for you."

Josh got a grin that let me know he liked the idea of fucking the two of us. He peeled off his clothes rapidly, tossing them onto a chair near the bed. Josh is one of the most handsome men I've ever seen -- clothed or nude. Nude you could see his abs and sculptured chest along with the sinews of his neck, arms and legs; he also had one of the nicest asses I'd ever imagined on a man.

Fiona pulled him to the bed by his enlarging cock -- also a masterpiece of manhood. When they were both in the geography, she leaned over him and sucked his entire length into her mouth and throat. 

Josh threw his head back and moaned, "Oh, Fi. You know when you do that you'll make me cum in mere seconds. I want to have intercourse with you. I haven't seen you for three months."

"Then fuck me, Lover," Fiona said as she rolled from his body next to me and spread her legs in a wondrous offering.

I caught Josh's eye and grinned. I held up the dildo Fiona and I had been playing with. I said, "If you don't fuck her, I will!"

Josh rolled between her legs, positioned his rock hard penis at the entrance to her vagina, and pushed into his sister slowly until there was no more cock to enter the available pussy. I plunged the dildo into my pussy as he sank into her. We all moaned.

As Josh and Fiona made love to each other, I watched and used the dildo on my own genitals -- vicariously joining in their lovemaking. Josh leaned over and kissed me at one point. He asked, "So how was your day?"

I just grinned at him -- a lecherous grin that basically told him that his sister and I had been 'sexually involved' since she arrived about two hours earlier. I'd pretty well forgotten what I'd done at work in the morning and early afternoon; who cared!

As he pumped into Fiona he told me, "I hope you know how much I love you as my 'temporary girlfriend'. I sort of hate to change that label when we get married next month."

Josh and I met eleven months earlier at a nearby Starbucks. The next day he asked if I'd be his 'temporary girlfriend' while he attended Fiona's wedding; he needed to show up with a 'girlfriend' but had no hope of getting one before the weekend except me. One thing led to another, and he proposed to me six days after meeting me and I accepted, however, I kept the appellation of 'temporary girlfriend' because I liked how it sounded. When I gave that title rather than 'fiancée' people took notice and I liked that.

"Megan, please suck on my breasts," Fiona requested in a pleading voice.

I rolled into her as Josh rose to give me room to operate. I worked Fiona's tits the way a baby might -- a high-speed baby. I rolled her nipples in my mouth and then sucked nipple and areola back and forth in my mouth as fast as I could. I already knew it drove Fiona wild.

Between Josh's full penis and my attack on her breasts, we made Fiona cum. Her back arched and at one point I wasn't sure what was holding her up off the bed. 

"OH, FUCK!" She screamed. "THAT was wonderful. Oh, it's so nice to be back with you guys."

Josh showered his sister with kisses. He told her, "Well it's nice to have you back with us. I've missed you and know Megan has too." I nodded in agreement.

Fiona said, "Josh, you didn't cum. Make love to your fiancée -- right now!"

I rolled from the two of them and Josh positioned between my legs. Soon he and I entered that comfortable state of intercourse that two lovers know who are used to each other. I wrapped my legs around his upper body as he thrust into me, driving hard the way he knows I like it unless I tell him otherwise.

I started a series of little moans and grunts in sync with his lunges into my body.

"Fiona, suck on my breasts," I asked her. Turnabout was fair play.

She moved into position and worked on my left breast. She said, "I'm going to try to duplicate what you did to me. That was pussy puckering as it turned out."

Fiona was a fast learner. She and Josh brought me to a lovely orgasm in about another minute. Josh came too; I could feel his cum washing down the walls of my vagina as he made his last few thrusts into me.

We cooed and cuddled into each other, Josh atop me. He reached out and pulled Fiona into our cluster.

"Can I have last licks," Fiona asked.

We both nodded and she slipped down the bed. She first lapped our combined juices off of Josh's cock then gave me the rare treat of sucking his juices from my gaping vagina. She'd dip a finger into my cream pie, pull out some of his fluids, and just as rapidly lap them away.

"See," I said. "It helps build strong bodies eight ways." Josh looked puzzled but didn't ask for clarification.

Fiona and I fixed dinner in the nude. Josh, wearing briefs, watched us with a continuous ogle. I rather enjoyed his lusty looks at the two of us.

"So what's the schedule while you're here?" I asked Fiona as I put the salad on the dinner table. "What do you need me to do?"

Fiona responded, "You've got four weeks to the wedding. There are a million things you haven't thought of but I have. I have a spreadsheet in my briefcase. Tomorrow we are getting your final fitting of your dress; we're going to checkout the chapel again, only this time with the florist; we're going to visit the country club where the reception will be and tidy up the arrangements; tomorrow night we're going to hear the band live; we have to choose a cake design; and many other things like that. Ask me when I have my list in front of me and don't plan on doing much except with me for the next four days."

She thought for minute and said, "OH, YES. We have to talk about your honeymoon and what you want to have happen there."

"You're flying back on Tuesday?" Josh asked.

"Yes," Fiona said. "I'm worried about Stacy and how she's getting around. She has the seven-month waddle. Plus, I do have a job I'm supposed to be doing something about."

I said, "Well, I am unbelievably glad that you took all this over as my wedding planner. How'll I ever repay you?"

Fiona thought for a moment with a sexy grin and said, "Let me wear that little Butterfly you have and you carry the remote control." We all laughed and I readily agreed to her request. Josh asked if he could carry the remote from time to time; Fiona said "Of course."

I asked the details about Stacy's pregnancy and how Ray was responding to the two of them. I got a glowing report of the soon to be father as well as more details about the baby girl. Ray was Fiona's husband and Stacy her wife -- and Ray's other wife. That first week when I met Josh, it was Fiona's wedding we'd gone to. We'd also gone on the first day or so of their honeymoon with the three of them, sharing ourselves with them as they did with us. After getting into Stacy with me, Josh made love to Fiona for the first time on that honeymoon trip to Mexico.

I like the term 'dalliance' to describe our play after dinner. We teased each other in an extended foreplay session that really raised the stakes for the eventual orgasms that we started to trigger in each other. Physiology being what it is, Fiona and I held off triggering Josh so we could both enjoy him later. That didn't keep us from driving each other crazy.

The next day I dragged Fiona out of bed. She'd crossed two time zones to come to Boston and complained bitterly about having to get up at eight o'clock on a Saturday -- or six a.m. in Denver, where the Bannock family originated. Josh poured some coffee into his sister and soon she started to rally.

In spite of the temptation, we took separate showers to wash off the long sexual evening we'd spent the night before. Fiona showered last; when she finished I made sure she'd find the toy by leaving the infamous Butterfly and its remote control on a pillow next to her suitcase.

Josh prepared French toast for us for breakfast. He'd just finished the first griddle full of our treats when Fiona came out of the bedroom. 

Fiona oozes sexuality and that morning was no exception. She had on a silk blouse; however, the way the fabric folded over her breasts emphasized her bust. Normally a C-cup, she could have passed for a DD. I thought she might have spray painted on the blue jeans; they hugged almost every curve of her shapely legs and made her ass one of the most desirable things in the western world without her looking cheap or slutty. She wore three-inch Ferragamo heels to complete the ensemble.

Josh whistled. I told her, "You're hot. Planning on picking up someone while you're here, I take it?" She laughed and bent over to show us that she wasn't wearing a bra and that when she dipped her breasts were certainly visible in all their glory.

"Oh, yummy," Josh said. "Can I suck on them later -- like after breakfast?"

"Behave yourself," she told him. "No sex with your sister until we get back from our appointed rounds so we can get you married to this noble virgin. She paused for theatrical effect and added, "Well, not quite a virgin; this one appears to be a pre-owned model."

I flipped her the bird and then kissed the end of my middle finger for her benefit.

Josh planned on working most of the day -- a not unusual occurrence. Over breakfast, Fiona laid out her spreadsheet showing us what she'd been orchestrating from her home in Denver. I was aghast at the level of effort she'd put in; I had no idea weddings took so much time and effort. I effused with my thanks.

As the living room clock chimed nine, Fiona and I headed out the door to go to David's Bridal Shop. Josh had left me his Porsche so I could exercise his car for him. He'd encouraged me to be an aggressive driver of the vintage car, thus we reached the suburban shop twenty miles to the north in a little under twenty minutes.

Marjorie attended to us -- to me actually. I'd picked a strapless lace gown with a cinched taffeta full-length skirt and what the shop called a chapel train of thin lace that flowed downward from a tiara veil. We were pleased with the ensemble and a few nips and tucks were pinned into the dress so that it's ultimate fit would be perfect.

We went to an early lunch at the Andover Country Club, enjoying our salads as the golfers came and went on the beautiful spring day. I caught a few looks but nothing compared to what Fiona commanded in her tight jeans and heels. I noticed our waiter spent an inordinate amount of time behind or leaning over Fiona's shoulder as well, both well aware of the view of her breasts that he enjoyed

The Special Events Coordinator found us and joined us for coffee as we talked about the arrangements for the reception. She then showed us around the Club, particularly the ballroom where the reception would be held in a month's time. Fiona presented the Coordinator with a timeline of the reception detailing what should be happening minute by minute. The schedule impressed and the Coordinator agreed to the content without reservation.

We stopped by the church where we'd get married, the large chapel on the Phillips Academy campus in Andover. Fiona told me we were coming back on Sunday morning to see it full of people (mostly students) and to talk to the minister.

Next, we swung by Lord & Taylor for bridesmaid gifts. Fiona, Stacy and Katelyn were three of my bridesmaids along with my old friend Alex from London and my sister Amy. Fiona also picked out some gifts for the groomsmen to relieve her brother of that chore.

We were back at the condo at five-thirty. Josh came in the door five minutes after we did. Over some nice wine, we shared our day and Josh approved the gifts he'd give -- an iPod Touch -- to the groomsmen. He'd asked Ray and Carl, his brothers, to be two of his aides and he thought he knew of two others he wanted as well. 

As we lounged around the living room, I asked to no one in particular, "What's tonight? Something about a band."

Fiona checked her watch. "Right. We have to be at a club called Shasta's in Newton at nine o'clock -- that's when they start playing.

"Dress code?" I asked.

"Like this," Fiona indicated holding her arms out to indicate the outfit she'd worn all day. "No need to change." She looked at Josh and added, "Except lose the Nikes and put on some dress shoes -- without socks!"

"Yes, Sis!" Josh retorted with a smile.

Shasta's turned out to be a great nightclub and the band rocked. The whole place vibrated to their music. I appreciated that it wasn't so loud you couldn't talk to your dance partners and at the table we could actually hear each other -- most of the time.

Fiona attracted a following. She had two guys that exuded lust for her body and she seemed most receptive to their advances. Both were good looking hunks but I didn't think either of them had an IQ over 80. She didn't seem to care.

As Josh and I cuddled and watched Fiona press her body against one of the guys, I had a flash of brilliance. "Oh, the Butterfly." 

I searched through Fiona's purse and found the unused remote to the Butterfly I hoped she'd put on that morning. The small unit had two controls: on-off and intensity. I turned the intensity down to about a quarter and flipped the 'on' switch. I knew from personal experience that she'd experience a warm pleasurable vibration focused right on her clitoris from the small device.

Josh and I both watched as she jerked her body into her dance partner in initial response to the vibrations she felt. I let the device run for a couple of moments, again knowing from my own experience that her sexual temperature was rising rapidly.

I shut the device off just before the song ended. Another slow number started up and the second guy came and claimed the right to dance with her. As they nestled into each other, I cranked up the intensity and flipped the switch to 'on' again. Fiona pushed her pussy into the guy's leg as they danced, trying in some way to either bring herself off or end the torment of being on the brink of orgasm. I shut the device off. Fiona gave me a ferocious look from the dance floor; I turned the device on and off rapidly just to let her know I'd caught her look. She jerked her body into the guy again.

Several fast numbers came on and she ended dancing with both guys, giving them sexy looks and even flashing her breasts to them in some dance moves where she'd bend forward towards her partners and shake her breasts for them. Both guys had large bulges in their pants.

Josh and I sat and strategized how to use the Butterfly to torment his sister the most. We both wanted her body -- hot and horny -- when we got back to the condo, yet we wanted her right on the brink. 

Another slow number came on. I cranked up the intensity a little more and flipped the Butterfly to 'on' as she now danced sandwiched between the two guys. Her hands moved rapidly over the bulges in their pants whenever she wasn't humping one or the other guy's legs. She was in heat.

Without shutting the unit off I pushed the intensity up to full for fifteen seconds then shut the device down. I could hear Fiona's moan all the way from the dance floor.

She grabbed both guys and dragged them off towards the hallway with the restrooms.

"I better go and chaperone," I told Josh. He nodded and urged me to catch up with her.

The hallway was empty and so was the ladies room. I stuck my head out the exit door into the alley behind the Club and there was Fiona on her knees. Both guys had dropped their pants and Fiona held two large cocks in her hands. She salivated as she started to lap one and then the other, slathering her fluids and the pre-cum from the two cocks around the mushroomed heads.

Fiona would envelop the head of one cock with her mouth, sliding all the way down the shaft until it disappeared completely in her mouth. She'd repeat with a staccato neck motion, masturbating the guy with probably the best blowjob of his life. She then repeated the process on the other guy. 

I had to admit that even I got hornier watching her performance.

I heard her tell the guys, "Tell me when you're going to cum. I want you to cum on my face and on my tits." She plunged back onto one of the cocks. The other guy started to disrobe her, gently pulling her blouse over her head. I moved forward and took the garment from him; he looked surprised.

Nude from the waist up, Fiona alternated between the two large cocks, her breasts swaying in the cool night air. Each guy fondled and grabbed at her tits when they weren't being swallowed. 

The tall blond guy eventually said, "I'm gonna cum." Fiona focused on his cock until he threw his head back and thrust into her mouth. He exclaimed, "Oh shit!" She let some of his cum shoot into her mouth and directed the rest to her breasts, using the head of his cock to smear the sticky white fluid around.

As she finished the first guy, she continued to hold onto his shaft but moved her mouth back to the dark haired guy. She doubled her efforts. I turned the Butterfly on at this point, leaving the intensity about two-thirds of the way up. She moaned into the blowjob. 

The guy soon announced that he was "nearly there" and Fiona changed her approach slightly, added several deep swallows to her repertoire. He groaned and I could see a visible pulse of fluid down his shaft. He jetted into her mouth and then, as she'd done before, she aimed his firing cock at her chest. 


Temporary Girlfriend: Wedding Ch. 01



Fiona came shortly after. She leaned against the second guy as she came. He accommodated her, his wet cock sliding around her forehead as she closed her eyes in orgasm. She was still for almost a minute. I long since shut off the Butterfly. It had done its thing.

The guys zipped up. I gestured that they should go into the Club and leave me with Fiona and they both left. I helped her up.

"You having fun?" I chided.

"Oh, yes. Except I have to clean the cum off my chest or else I'll stain my blouse."

"Do you want me to bring you some towels or something?" I asked.

"Nah! I'll come in. The ladies room is right in that hallway."

Fiona walked back in the door half nude. A guy coming out of the men's room just about lost his eyeballs gawking at her cum covered tits as we walked by and into the ladies room. Two younger girls in the ladies room had a similar response as Fiona grabbed some paper towels, dampened them, and washed the cum from her breasts. Both girls watched open mouthed.

Fiona turned to them and said, "Always give blowjobs two at a time. You get more to enjoy that way." She lapped her lips and looked the sluttiest I had ever seen her. Neither girl's expression changed. 

After cleaning up, Fiona slipped the blouse back on, tucked in, and we went back and joined Josh. He gave us a questioning look. I whispered to him, "Blowjobs extraordinaire!" He gave a lopsided grin and shrugged.

Fiona announced that she was still horny and needed cock in her pussy and pussy to eat. Josh volunteered to help her with the first part of her problem and I volunteered to help with the second part. Josh settled the tab and we walked out of the Club and to the car.

The Porsche is a two-person car; there were three of us. I sat down and scrunched as close as I could to the console; Fiona sat in my lap and we just barely got the seatbelt around the two of us.

As we started off towards the condo, I handed the remote for the Butterfly to Josh with a nod. He grinned back at me. At the first stoplight, Josh examined the control and flipped the unit 'on'. 

Fiona stiffened in my lap, extending her legs and jerking her body upwards so her head pressed against the roof of the car. "Ooooooooooh fuuuuuucccccck!" came from her in a long, low wail. She repeated herself several times.

I yanked her blouse from her belt and reached under it and pinched her right tit, fondling and ensuring that she had more to focus on than just her clitoris and the Butterfly. Fiona shrieked. I appreciated that the car windows were up or else someone would have called in our license plate number for kidnapping.

Fiona came ... and came and came. If she hadn't been buckled into the seat with me, she'd have squirmed out of the car. I held her tight. She kept screaming, "Oh fuck!" or "Oh shit" or "Oh no again ... Yes! ... Yes! ... Yes!" Josh laughed at her plight but didn't turn off the Butterfly until we neared the condo.

By the time we parked in the garage, Fiona was a basket case. She said, "How do you expect me to walk after all that. That was the best ride home I've ever had!" She leaned on me a little for stability and I helped her to elevator and up to the condo.

We no sooner got off the elevator than Fiona stripped her clothes off and accosted Josh. "OK, Mr. Butterfly Controller, now you have to pay the price. I need a cock in my puss and you've got the only one around."

Josh looked at me. This time I gave the silly smile and shrugged. I said, "You could have turned the Butterfly off after her first climax. You've got a 'hot' woman on your hands now."

Before I'd finished the sentence Fiona had unbuckled Josh's pants and yanked them down his legs. He stepped out of them and his briefs followed. He shucked off his shirt as Fiona dragged him to the sofa. I adjusted the lights.

I heard liquid sounds as she slobbered up his cock and raised it from its semi-flaccid state. It only took a minute for Josh to reach requisite hardness. 

Fiona pushed Josh back and jumped onto his body, impaling herself on his rigid baton. They both groaned. She started to violently fuck her brother. Fiona had full control of the situation. She quickly peaked but not to a single climax but to that state I'd come to know of a long, continuous orgasm.

Both parties groaned a lot. I could see Josh getting into the event as it progressed. I stood to the side and watched, my hand inside my unzipped designer jeans lightly rubbing my own clit.

Josh stood, picking up Fiona as she remained astride his cock. He looked at me and blew me a kiss as he bounced her several times on his cock. She continued to scream and moan as he bounced her and walked to the large dining room table. He kicked one chair out of the way and deposited Fiona on her back atop the table. Now he was in control.

Josh pounded his cock into Fiona from his advantaged position, now both of them urging the other to cum and make it fast, wet and sloppy. Two minutes of this intense pace and both bodies were damp with the evidence of their work. Fiona was as active in the quest as Josh jamming her body down to meet his thrusts up into her.

Josh exploded with a wail into his sister. She had another of her peaks, raising and rotating her hips in a final gesture of acceptance to his cock and cum as he made his final thrust. 

The two bodies froze together. I wished I'd taken a picture. They were beautiful and there would have been no doubt to anyone looking at such a photo as to what had just taken place.

Josh leaned forward and kissed Fiona in a gentle manner. "Did that meet your requirements?" he asked. 

"Oh, yes," Fiona said. "Thank you, Lover."

Josh pulled out and a large dollop of cum immediately dripped out onto the table edge and then onto the floor. 

I moved beside Fiona, stroking her arm, "Want me to clean you up?"

"Normally, I'd say 'yes' but I don't think I can stand the stimulation. Between that wonderful Butterfly and your fiancé I think I'm cooked for the night.

I reached down and stroked her slit making sure to capture some of the drippy juices. Fiona jerked and gave me a pleading look. I lapped the mixture from my fingers.

Josh came back with a paper towel. He gave it Fiona and said, "Come, Darling; let's go take a shower and tuck you in. I think you've had a very full day."

She nodded acceptance of his edict. I helped her stand and walk down the hallway to the master bath. Ten minutes later Josh and I tucked her into our bed telling her we'd join her in a little bit.

Josh put a robe on over his naked body and gestured to me to come back to the living room. I'd put on a short nightgown while he'd showered with Fiona so I padded barefoot along behind him.

"That wasn't how I envisioned the evening would end," Josh said to me. 

"Nor me," I said. "Fiona had a rare mood. Has she ever taken on two guys like that?"

"Not that I know of," he said. "I wondered sometimes but it seems uncharacteristic of her now that she's married. I sort of thought they'd agreed to keep things in a small circle of friends and lovers."

"Me too," I told him, commenting that at least she'd kept her pants on. I snuggled up beside him. After a silence I said, "Well, you rose to the occasion in remarkable fashion."

"Having her attack me that way turned me on. Mind you, she was justified. You were right, I could have turned the Butterfly off a long time before I did. For some reason I wanted to torture her with pleasure tonight."

"I'll have to remember that in case I ever really, really want to get laid by you," I jested. 

"All you'd have to do is ask," Josh said.

I leaned in and kissed him, pulling the belt on his robe as I did. "I'm asking," I told him. He grinned.

"Where?" Josh asked. 

"Start here," I said, "and finish me on the dining room table. That's just the right height for you to drive your cock into a pussy -- or did you know that before Fiona and I came along?"

Josh grinned as I inhaled his cock.

Twenty minutes later we stood naked in the shower together. I rubbed my erect nipples against Josh's chest; "Thank you, Lover. You were spectacular -- twice tonight." We kissed tenderly.

A few more minutes and we cuddled in next to Fiona in the big bed and fell asleep.

*

Fiona padded into the kitchen wearing her very short robe as Josh and I were having a second cup of coffee. "Good morning," she said. We greeted her, neither of us sure how she wanted to remember last night.

Fiona guessed our thoughts and told us, "I remember last night in vivid detail. I thank you for the lovely fuck when we got home." She walked to Josh and gave him a lingering kiss.

Then she came to me, "And I thank you for allowing me to wear that evil Butterfly yesterday. I'm not sure I've ever been so turned on and felt so lusty in my life -- and that's saying something."

She kissed me too in a loving way.

"Do you remember the two guys?" I asked quietly.

"Oh, very much so. If you'd had the intensity on that damned Butterfly any higher while we were dancing I would have fucked them both in the middle of the dance floor. The blowjobs were a concession but just barely. I almost blew it ... so to speak."

We laughed and I helped Fiona prepare her breakfast. 

"Will you tell Ray? Stacy?" I asked in an aside after Josh went to get dressed. 

"Oh, I'll tell the two of them when I'm home and we're having one of our lustier sessions -- it won't be long. Moreover, I want to get a couple of Butterflies for Stacy and me to use on a more regular basis. For some reason, other than vibrators we haven't really accumulated any sex toys. You make me rethink that omission in our relationship." She grinned at me.

The rest of Fiona's short visit flew by and became a blur of activities related to the wedding. Oh, yes, we had some very satisfying three-party sex the following nights too.

*

"November One Bravo Foxtrot please state the nature of your emergency and the number of souls on board." 

Those were words I prayed I'd never hear in my entire lifetime yet five minutes earlier I had broken off an approach into Bedford in the Cessna Citation to sort things out at a higher altitude over western Massachusetts.

"Boston Approach, One Bravo Foxtrot is showing two green and one amber lights on the gear indicator. The indicator shows that the right main landing gear is not down or locked. I've tried recycling the gear about a dozen times and also some downward G-forces as the gear cycles but there's no change in indication. I'd like to do a fly-by of the Hanscom Tower and have them tell me what they see. I'll also arrange for some folks from my ground crew to take a look too." I paused and added, "Oh, yes, I am alone."

"Stand by One Bravo Foxtrot," Boston Approach replied.

Monday I'd flown two others from my ad agency down to North Carolina where we had a new client -- a resort in the western mountains. My colleagues had stayed with the client for the rest of the week while I'd finished my part of the business and headed back to Massachusetts. This late afternoon flight had been uneventful up until my approach into Hanscom Field in Bedford, Massachusetts -- just a few miles from downtown Boston.

As I waited for Boston Approach to get back to me I called Executive Jet on their Unicom frequency, the place where we parked the aircraft. I explained the problem and asked that they call Josh and get him out to the airfield immediately. 

I also asked that they patch in on the Unicom frequency either David Lafontaine or Greg Bellsen from the Wichita Cessna Flight Center; these two guys had been my flight instructors for my advanced ratings and also my type rating in the Cessna Citation. They knew this plane as well as any one I could think of. They had also participated in the Mile High Club with me a few months earlier.

The radio came alive. "One Bravo Foxtrot, Boston Approach. You are cleared for a fly-by of the Hanscom Tower. I'll hand you off to the tower at the outer marker inbound and pick you back up as you climb back out. After your fly-by climb to one thousand, turn left to three-six-zero degrees and climb to three thousand. Enter a hold at the Ellis Intersection until you decide on your course of action."

I repeated all that back to Boston Approach and started to head back to Hanscom. 

The Unicom radio came alive. "Megan, Baby! Josh here. You OK." His voice had a slight panic in it. 

"I'm fine Josh, but I may have to prang up your plane a bit depending on the gear. One question you'll need to decide is whether you want me to do a full belly flop or tetter on two wheels for as long as I can?" I noted that my voice sounded remarkably calm.

"Be back to you. Hold on, here's another friend," Josh said.

"Hi Megan, Greg Bellsen here. Can you hear me all right?"

"Yes, Greg. I hear you fine. Thanks for your help. I'm headed for a fly-by of the Tower now -- probably five minutes out. Josh will you be there?"

Josh responded first, "I'll be right beside the runway with binoculars watching your every move."

Greg said, "Just play it straight for now. I'm on my way into the Flight Center so I can pull a couple of manuals. Dave's on his way in too."

I acknowledged their help and let things get quiet. I ran through the checklists again for the tenth time.

A few minutes later Boston Approach came on and handed me off to Hanscom Tower. As I looked ahead at the airport from the outer marker about five miles ahead I could see a panoply of red blinking lights. Most of the nearby fire departments had provided equipment and it looked like more were arriving at the field as I flew down the approach path.

By agreement with the Tower I leveled out about fifty feet off the ground. I might have cheated by ten feet. I flew a flawless fly-by, folded up the gear and executed the assigned missed approach.

"One Bravo Foxtrot, Hanscom Tower. We see your right main gear is down and cocked at about a sixty-degree angle but not moving into position. The left main and nose gear look normal. If you have no questions, go on over to Boston Approach."

I acknowledged their communication and went back to Approach. Approach let me head up to Ellis Intersection for my hold.

I went back to Unicom, "One Bravo Foxtrot with you. I assume you heard Tower. You see anything else."

Josh came on, "It looks like the gear door is binding against the sheet metal under the wing. I thought I saw a ripple in the sheet metal next to the door on that wing." 

There was some other chatter as he held the mic open but I couldn't understand what was aid. Josh came back on, "The battalion chief of the Lexington fire department agrees with what I just told you. He's a pilot too and was watching from the other side of the runway. He thinks the door has bound up with the wing's sheet metal for some reason and won't open any further."

"I've recycled the gear about a dozen times now since I got the 'bad lights' on the panel. Any ideas about what to do now?" I asked over the Unicom.

After a silence the Unicom came to life again, "Megan, this is Greg again. I think I understand what's happened. First off, it's nothing you did. Second, there's only one way I can think of to maybe fix it."

"Go ahead Greg," I replied. The Unicom radio frequencies often dispensed with the formality of the ATC radio channels. 

"We want you to get a reserved block of airspace and dive the plane with the gear down right up to Mach One -- even past it. Our hope is that in your dive the gear door will tear off. As soon as you feel the Mach shudder, we want you to back off the speed and then slow to regular gear speed and recycle the gear again. After that, leave it down and locked, then do another fly-by. If it's still jammed we want you to fold things up and do a belly flop."

"OK, Greg, I'll go back to Approach and ask for some space," I told him. We both clicked our mics a couple of times to acknowledge.

"Boston Approach, One Bravo Foxtrot back with you. We'd like to climb to twenty thousand and do a dive to Mach One or so and try to rip a gear door off in the jet stream. After than we'd like another fly-by and then we'll come back around to land. Think you can help us with that?"

"Roger, One Bravo Foxtrot. Turn left to three-six-zero degrees and climb to flight level two-zero-zero. Remain this frequency; we will coordinate your intrusion into Center airspace. You'll be by yourself above six-thousand in the block we're putting you in. We'd like you to execute your dive on a heading of one-eight-zero so we can vector you back to Hanscom for your next approach."

I acknowledged and turned into my climb. I checked in again at FL 200. Approach had me head north a little further. As they did I had a nervous thought.

I went back to Unicom. "Unicom. One-Bravo-Foxtrot here. What if the engine inhales that gear door?"

There was a long silence.

Greg came on the radio; "We are unanimous in our belief that the gear door, if it tears off, will stay below the engine nacelle. In any case, be prepared for normal shutdown and fire just in case. You'll probably lose all three gear doors in the dive." 

'Oh, great,' I thought, 'then I could try a no-engine, failed gear landing."

Unicom came alive again. Josh said, "Megan, don't worry. Also, when you fly-by this time you'll see the runway will be foamed. The fire department insists this is just a precautionary measure. They'll keep adding foam right up until you land -- wheels up or down."

I acknowledged again.

"One Bravo Foxtrot, Boston Approach."

"Go ahead, Boston," I replied.

"Turn left to one-eight-zero. Descend your discretion; level out after your run. Do not go below eight-thousand feet."

I started a slow half procedure turn to my left. I lowered the gear as I did and then allowed the speed to build up. The maximum gear extended speed is 250 knots. I slowly advanced the throttles my speed built up above 200 knots. As I leveled off I hit 250 knots and then fully advanced the throttles. I held level flight as the speed built to 300 then 350 knots. 

I could feel the shudder from both wings as the gear doors started to flap. Perhaps it was my imagination, but I thought the right wing had more jitter to it.

I moved from subsonic to transonic at about Mach 0.75. I nosed over into a shallow dive; mindful of the load factors I'd be putting on the aircraft as I tried this maneuver. Mach 0.8 -- more shudder. I thought I heard a tearing from the left wing. I thought, "Wrong wing! Damn it!"

Mach 0.85. I felt more shutter and strong vibrations from the right wing; I could see a visible shudder on that wing but I'd seen greater fluctuations in bad weather.

Mach 0.9. Not much change. 

Mach 0.95. Shudder starting again. I went back on the Unicom; "Megan. Mach 0.95. I'll go sonic in about sixty seconds." I didn't wait for a reply. I rammed through 15,000 feet, descending now at 5,000 feet per minute.

Mach 1.00 then 1.05 suddenly as I slid past the sonic barrier. I think I imagined a bump and tear but things sounded strange at that speed. I backed off on the throttles and watched the speed return to subsonic Mach numbers. 

I went through 10,000 feet going somewhere in the vicinity of 550 knots and rapidly slowing. 

I got the Cessna Citation back to 250 knots level at 8,000 feet. I called in, "Boston Approach, One Bravo Foxtrot is ready for another fly-by at Hanscom." They had me descend to 3,000 feet and gave me vectors for runway 11 again. At least the weather had held. The clouds were scattered 1,000 feet and broken 3,000 feet; overcast layer at 10,000 feet; I hadn't noticed.

As I descended I called my crew on the Unicom again. "Megan here. I want you to know I did not recycle the gear after going sonic. I think I felt a few unusual bumps but it was a rough ride anyway. I don't want to fold up the gear if there's something new going on down there; I've got enough fuel for a few more passes, so let's see what the dive produced."




Temporary Girlfriend: Wedding Ch. 01



"Fine, Megan. Good thinking," I heard Dave Lafontaine's voice. 

Josh came on, "I'm going back out to the runway to watch you fly by. I love you."

"I love you too, Josh." Now that worried me. My best ever, temporary boyfriend and fiancé told me in a tense and dangerous moment that he loved me. Was he really saying 'Goodbye. I'll hide my eyes from the fireball as your plane lands.' Oh shit!

I made the fly-by just as before with my altitude somewhere between forty and fifty feet above the runway. I did a smooth climb towards 1,000 feet in my missed approach.

"One Bravo Foxtrot, Hanscom Tower. You have no gear doors at this point. The right gear is still at about a sixty-degree angle to the wing or thirty-degrees off vertical."

"Tower, I want to recycle the gear and make another fly-by."

"Roger, One Bravo Foxtrot; left pattern for Runway 11. Clear for the fly-by." I acknowledged the clearance.

On the downwind leg I recycled the gear. I prayed the lights would go all green.

They didn't.

"One Bravo Foxtrot, Hanscom Tower. Looks just like the last time." 

"Thanks Tower. One Bravo Foxtrot is going back outside the outer and make a normal approach to a full stop landing with only two wheels fully extended. I plan to bounce very hard on the left main then go around to a full stop landing. Next time's a keeper."

Tower responded, "Go for it, Megan. Our prayers are with you." Very non-standard ATC communication.

Boston Approach vectored me in a large oval so I intercepted the approach course about two miles outside the outer marker. I kept the gear down as I re-processed the flap settings for the approach. One-forty knots over the outer marker.

"One Bravo Foxtrot is cleared for the bounce."

 You'll have a major red-light reception this time -- all equipment will be watching you just in case." I acknowledged and tried to relax my grip. Remain calm.

At the middle marker I took careful aim at what I wanted as my bounce point. I cross-controlled the jet raising the right wing while I held the jet on the runway heading. I cut the power and the jet took a severe hit on the left main gear. I bounced and the plane started to roll to the right out of the bounce.

I jammed the rudder to the firewall and turned the ailerons to stop the roll -- just barely. I watched the right wing dip below horizontal; heard a terrible tear of metal and then knew I had no more control or the sleek jet. I shut down everything instantly. The plane slewed down the foamed runway at over a hundred miles an hour, rotating slightly on the right wing.

Suddenly I felt the plane spin around as it slowed, my body telling me I was on some wild circus ride that was trying to make me barf. I think we left the ground again at some point but came back down right away. I remembered those crazy twisty rides from the Rye Beach amusement park and my youth. This was worse but I didn't lose my cookies.

Then the world stopped turning. I looked out the windshield but mostly I saw mud and muck. Then the mud dissolved as a sheet of foam covered the windscreen. The fire and rescue guys were on the scene.

I quickly unseated myself and got to the exit. I popped the door and then felt the door open out of my hands. A fireman in full fire regalia helped me jump from the aircraft from the ground. I noted that it wasn't very far.

We ran from the aircraft but as I looked back I realized there probably wasn't going to be any fire. The engines had stopped and I couldn't smell any jet fuel.

The fireman pulled his hood off. "You OK, Miss?"

"Yes, and thank you," I responded. He guided me towards a fire department ambulance that pulled up just at that instant.

"Let's just have a quick look-see at you, Miss. Let the ambulance attendants just check you out." I nodded. I was numb and the shock of what had just happened for the past hour started to wash through me. 

Additional cars and emergency vehicles were pulling up to the aircraft from all directions. 

Before my escort could get me to the ambulance, Josh appeared running full tilt from between two of the fire trucks. 

"OH, JOSH!" I cried. "I BROKE YOUR AIRPLANE!"

I fell sobbing into his arms as he caught me. I started to cry uncontrollably in huge gasping sobs into his chest. He led me to the ambulance at the insistence of my fireman escort.

Josh kept a steady stream of "It's all right. Everything's all right. You're safe now. Nothing can hurt you. You did a magnificent job. We'll fix the plane. Don't worry."

I sat on the back deck of the ambulance as they checked me over. I was fine except I couldn't stop crying for a while.

I looked back at the plane as the foam started to run off it and slide to the ground. The plane had left the runway in a spin and veered through a dirt drainage ditch coming to rest halfway between the runway and the parallel taxiway.

All three landing gear had collapsed after the wing tip had hit. Josh described his view of the landing as he stood atop a fire engine in the run-up area. He said the whole landing from contact to stop had only taken about thirty seconds and that he thought the plane had made three complete turns to the right.

I finally stopped crying and became pure gloom. The two of us just sat on the back of the ambulance and watched as the ground crew started to ponder what to do with the massive jet.

Amazing to me throughout that entire late afternoon, I never heard anything from Josh other than supportive and encouraging words. I never even heard him rue the plight of his airplane. I guess he also figured he'd ask me some other time how the meetings I had in North Carolina had gone.

Dusk came and with it some large spotlight trucks, a huge flatbed trailer, and a mammoth crane. The crew used the crane to tilt the aircraft one way and another and work some slings underneath it. The job was messy and muddy because of all the foam used to guard against fire. Eventually the crane hoisted November One Bravo Foxtrot back into the air. The truck backed the trailer under the plane and huge cushions were inflated under the plane for its short ride to the repair shop across the field. 

Josh and I walked behind the truck as it slowly crawled along the taxiways to the shop. The crane followed and helped remove the plane from the trailer onto another set of giant cushions. I examined the bottom of the plane. I'd seriously scraped every bottom surface on the plane. I might have even bent the right wing. Mud and muck covered the entire plane as well as the residual from the fire foam.

Josh's Porsche mysteriously appeared. I retrieved my luggage, briefcase and flight bag from the plane and we locked up. Josh drove me home mouthing encouraging words and affirmations of his love for me. I continued to sniffle.

My landing made the Channel 7 news that night. We used the Tivo and replayed the film clip several times to study it. The right-main gear had never completely folded back into the wing; that was the reason the plane veered off the runway and into the muck. What to me had been a little hop in the plane as we left the runway turned out to be a spinning turn about thirty feet in the air, slamming me back down tail first in a huge spray of mud before coming to a stop.

I realized how lucky I was to be alive. Josh wrapped me in his arms in bed that night. I slept fitfully, reliving every second of my flight and trying to find some way I could have saved the plane.

I called Greg and Dave the next morning and thanked them for their help. Josh had talked to them on his cell phone while we'd waited for the plane to get raised and towed to the shop so they knew I'd gotten through this unharmed. They too were full of praise and sympathy.

My colleagues at work marveled at my survival. Many had apparently seen the news and watched my ignominious arrival back in Massachusetts the evening before. I got a lot of hugs and well wishes from everyone.

Josh picked me up after work that night. He had a big smile. I asked, "What's up?"

He answered, "I just got back from the airport. The plane's quite fixable although it will take a few weeks. You did not bend the wing spar, just the sheet metal and a few ribs. Same with the bottom of the plane -- lots of sheet metal work and some new antennas, but otherwise all right. The landing gears all need replacement. They all broke off from the stresses in the landing, particularly the lateral forces in the spin; new ones are being shipped and should be here tomorrow. Even better, the engines are fine; we just need to clean out some foam and they'll be quite serviceable. Given the circumstances, it's good news."

*

I put the crash behind me and instead tried to focus on the wedding that suddenly became a week away. I talked to Fiona daily about arrangements and her "to do" list. Things were coming together.

We decided that I'd abandon Josh for my last night as a single soul. After the rehearsal and dinner, I'd stay at the Andover Inn with my friend Alex -- one of my attendants, and my parents and my sister Amy. 

I had a long-time intimate relationship with Alex that went back to our college days. Josh became fully aware of our 'history' when at Christmas I gave him an erotic photograph album that included some photographs of Alex and me making love amidst many others that were just of me. Alex had become a skilled photographer thanks to her professional husband. The album was spectacularly well done, not to mention the accompanying DVD that she'd also prepared.

Now, Josh and I wanted to do a second album focused on each other -- and if Alex -- or Jeremy, her husband and a dear man -- wanted to join in now and then, that was fine with us. Officially, the pair would stay with us for their visit. They were going to come down to the Caribbean with us for the honeymoon party then stop by Florida for a visit with Alex's parents before returning to London where they lived.

Wednesday about noon Alex phoned. She and Jeremy were at Boston's Logan Airport and due at our place as soon as they retrieved their luggage and cleared customs. I told them I'd wait lunch for them. After we hung up I sent Josh a quick e-mail to his work telling of their arrival.

Amidst a flurry of luggage the two arrived at our condo in Charleston. There were kisses and hugs and the joy of being in each other's presence again. I'd last seen Alex a month or so before Christmas when she was over and we did Erotic Album -- Volume 1. Jeremy I hadn't seen in two years. Further, the two of us had never actually been intimate together although I felt as though we had because of the pillow talk Alex and I shared. She probably felt the same way about Josh.

I poured us all a glass of wine and served them lunch, pleased that they had an appetite despite their jet lag. We talked and laughed. I forgot how spontaneous and uninhibited Alex could be. Jeremy, a handsome six-footer, joined in. I loved watching the little intimate gestures and touches the two of them had with each other. Soon they extended their touches to me and I returned the favors.

Josh came home about four o'clock and joined the celebration. He and Jeremy started to compare notes about restaurants in London. I was outclassed. We walked a few blocks to the Warren Tavern and had dinner and then, since the night was mild, took a longer walk back to the condo.

As we walked Jeremy asked about our second album and what kind of shots we wanted in it. I knew he'd gotten a copy of Volume 1 as a Christmas present so I didn't feel at all shy talking about the erotic intent for this album.

I thought and then told him, "Volume 1 aimed to arouse Josh. I started it with Alex and then the purpose expanded to include you too. Originally, I just thought I'd do some cheesecake stuff and maybe some artistic nudes. As we got into it, the idea of erotica and even pornography came into play more and more. When Alex joined me in many of the photos I knew we were pushing the envelope on my original idea. I loved the result."

Jeremy nodded and said, "You should know that I am one of your biggest fans -- especially now!" We laughed. He added, "You should know that Alex and I have made love with the video you made playing on the tele in our bedroom."

"I feel honored," I told him. "We've done the same thing. Good porn is hard to find." I laughed aloud.

I went back to the original question, "My original idea for this album had been erotic shots of Josh and I making love -- artsy shots, suggestive shots and even pornographic shots. Then I thought of adding Alex and having sexy shots of a ménage a trois. Now I'm wondering if you could capture the intimacy and feeling of a foursome between all of us -- in addition to the shots of just Josh and me. I'd like that very much." I reached over and took Jeremy's hand as we walked in a gesture of obvious affection and attraction.

Josh turned and smiled at me to indicate his agreement. He said, "The only thing I'd add is that I am very comfortable with what Megan proposes. As you can tell we have an open relationship."

Alex nodded and said, "Megan shared a lot with me when I was here months ago. I've told Jeremy and we feel the same way."

I stopped and turned to face Jeremy. "Kiss me," I told him.

He did but I could tell his thoughts were diverted elsewhere. I put my all into it. Josh and Alex stood and watched us. 

"I think this would work better and Jeremy would be less distracted if the two of you kissed as well," I told Josh and Alex as we stood in the shadows near our condo.

The two of them went into an embrace and kissed. I held Jeremy as we watched them. 

Josh has magic about his kisses. It took me months to figure out what it was then it dawned on me; more than any man I've ever known, he puts his entire self into a kiss. His brain is not off someplace thinking about work or the plane or anything other than pleasing me. We watched as he applied that magic to Alex.

The two broke apart after a long kiss. Alex looked at us and said, "Oh, my God. I've just been made love to in public." The two zealously went back into another kiss.

I turned to Jeremy and steered him into another kiss. This one was considerably better. He focused more on me and less on the others. As we kissed we started to invade each other's mouths with our tongues, using them to touch lips and to incite a pleasant duel.

I took one of Jeremy's hands and put it on my breast. I wasn't wearing a bra so he could feel my fullness with only the thin veneer of material between his hand and my skin. In only a few seconds, my nipple responded to his caress and I telegraphed my ardor to him.

"Come. Let's all hurry back to our condo where we have more privacy." The four of us broke apart from our embraces and headed back up the hill towards our condo.

Once inside I turned on the gas fireplace to warm the air around our conversation pit. Josh put the lights on what I called our "Romantic" setting. I led Jeremy to one sofa as Josh and Alex settled on the other.

Jeremy and I picked up our passionate kisses where we'd left off. I peeked at Josh and Alex as they did too. I let Jeremy take the lead this time as he caressed my breasts again and slowly unbuttoned my blouse. 

As the last button became undone, he had unfettered access to my full chest. Alex and I are of similar build so I thought that there were few surprises here for him. Nonetheless, he soon started to suck on my breasts, exciting each nipple to arousal. I pushed my chest up into his face to indicate not only my approval of his action but to show I wanted to be a participant.

As Jeremy sucked on me I could watch Josh making love to Alex's chest as well. She had her head back and eyes closed as she enjoyed his oral attentions to her breasts. 

I could reach Jeremy's rising bulge with one hand and started to massage his fullness. I felt the increase in his attentions as I did. 

Finally, he said, "Can we shed our clothes? I want to fully appreciate your body."

I shrugged the blouse off of my shoulders and with minor effort slid my pants and thong down my legs, casting the clothing aside. Jeremy stood and unfastened his belt as he shed his shirt. He couldn't seem to move fast enough to suit himself. I could sense his impatience.

He whispered to me, "I've wanted you for months now. Ever since I saw the photographs that Alex made of the two of you -- and then the videos; I've wanted you forever."

I stood as he shed his pants. "You have me now," I told him as I wrapped my arms around him and pulled his nude body to mine. "Let's make love. Let's merge."

I pulled him down to the couch again. A quick glance showed me that Josh and Alex were only seconds behind our pace. I took an extra glance to appreciate the curves and sensuality of Alex's body.

"Jeremy, let me suck on you," I whispered. I bowed my head over his lap as I took his rising penis in one hand. I kissed the mushroomed head and then rolled my lips over the top, just encasing the head as I ran my tongue around the sensitive helmet savoring his pre-cum. Jeremy moaned.

He moaned even louder when I took his entire shaft in my mouth, sinking all the way until I had deep throated his stiffening rod. This is a skill I am proud of and I know it gives great pleasure to my lovers.

"Oh, Megan," Jeremy gasped. "Where did you learn to do THAT? It's superb. You must teach Alex." I hummed as I slowly pulled off his cock and gave him that added stimulus as well.

Jeremy said, "I want to taste you. Can you lay back and allow me to attend to you?"

Without a word, I sank back into the cushions and spread my legs to his tongue -- a tongue and fingers that turned out to be remarkably talented. 

As I lay feeling Jeremy's tongue lick and suck on the strategic parts of my nether region, I watched as Josh did the same to Alex. She looked at me and I blew her a kiss. She returned the favor. 

Now I became the one moaning to the erotic touch of fingers and tongue on genitalia. My moaning rose to a crescendo as Jeremy brought me to my first climax of the day. I lost sight of Alex as I closed my eyes but somewhere in the far distance of my senses I knew that she'd also cum in response to Josh's attentions.

As I floated down I opened my eyes and pulled Jeremy up to kiss me. True, he tasted like me but I actually like my taste. I also know I like Alex's taste too. Interesting contrast I planned to reacquaint myself with later tonight.

I pointed to Jeremy's erect cock; "Put that in me, now!" I instructed. I reached and pulled at his penis.

He knelt in front of me and I pushed my hips over the edge of the cushions. In one thrust he made contact. With a second thrust he sank into me and with a third thrust he bottomed out in me, his long cock pushing deep into my body.

"Ooooooooh Jeremy, that feels so gooooooooood!" I exclaimed more in a moan than in actual words. 

He started to thrust into me and I met his thrusts with down thrusts of my own, at least as much as I could on the sofa. 

I saw that Josh had started to push into Alex. Her whole self now focused on the intercourse she enjoyed with my fiancé -- my temporary boyfriend. I watched as she looked into his face and he into hers. Their union had more than just the physical bond and I was happy at the multi-level connection the two appeared to make. I was feeling it myself with Jeremy.

Jeremy picked me up and turned me around, lowering me onto his erect cock as we both faced the others. Alex and Josh both looked over at us. We were the exhibitionists. I rose and dropped onto Jeremy's erect cock only feet from our partner's eyes. They feasted on our erotic poses and I could tell it drove both of them higher on some arbitrary scale of sexual heat.

"Do this position for us," I told Alex and Josh. I want to watch as Josh's cock thrusts up into Alex's pussy. I want to see juices flow." I smiled at the two of them as they shifted position. We watched each other and I could even feel my own libido rise -- my sexual heat.




Temporary Girlfriend: Wedding Ch. 01



"Let me take you from the back," Jeremy whispered. 

We changed positions again, and Jeremy jammed his thick rod into my pussy from the rear. He held my hips as he pumped into me. There was a rising urgency for all of us as we watched each other.

After a few minutes of 'doggie style' I asked Jeremy to let me mount him. He lay back and I faced him and sank my cunt back down on his cock. We started to push into each other with a renewed vigor. His hands found my breasts and then his mouth did too, yet all the time his cock worked its way back and forth into me.

Our orgasms were classic and the culmination of the evening. I matched Jeremy's timing, adjusting my own climax to his. When I felt his final thrusts I allowed myself to release the pent up sexual energy I'd felt since we'd met earlier that day. His cum filled my tunnel and leaked out around our coupling. 

In my after glow I peeked over at Alex and Josh. They too had cum sometime while my attentions had been elsewhere. 

"Shall we swap partners tonight?" I asked the group. Heads nodded.

"I shall sleep, however," Jeremy told me. "My jet lag is catching up with me and my body will shortly beg for slumber." 

"Then come with me," I told him as I uncoupled. I grabbed a napkin from the coffee table to staunch the flow of fluids from my body. 

Alex said, "Hey, I need one of those too." I tossed her another paper napkin although she and Josh made no immediate effort to uncouple. I led Jeremy down the hall to the guest bedroom and bath, making a stop in the bathroom to lose some of the fluids he'd shared with me.

Jeremy washed up and we hit the bed at the same time. He slept almost instantly. I snuggled into him and followed him to dreamland.

Sometime in the early morning I awoke briefly as Jeremy kissed me. "Stay and snuggle here in bed," he told me and then he left the bedroom.

When I did get up a few hours later I wrapped a sheet around me and shuffled into the living room. Jeremy had turned the room into a professional photography studio. I stopped in amazement.

"Where did you get all this equipment? The lights? Cameras?" I asked.

"Oh, good morning. I hope I didn't wake you. I sort of woke up on London time even though I went to sleep late by that standard. And the equipment came out of our suitcases and as you can see I made use of some things you had here. Most of it all folds up." Jeremy stood in the middle of our conversation pit in front of the fireplace holding a light meter. He was nude.

Around the room were several light stands with huge reflective umbrellas on them. A number of other lights circled the room. A video camera stood on one tripod and a digital Canon camera with a large lens on another. The shades along the east side of the great room were pulled, no doubt to remove the morning sun as a factor in the photography.

Jeremy continued, "I wanted to set up this room for some of the photographs. After last night I have such fond memories of what happened here." He walked over to me and gave me a tender hug and kiss. I kissed back with the same enthusiasm he displayed. 

I dropped the sheet I'd worn into the living room in a pique of modesty. We embraced and soon Jeremy ran his tongue down my neck, across my clavicle and down to my breast and nipple. I stiffened with excitement at the attention.

"Oh, Jeremy. If you start that now we'll never get breakfast ... or dressed ... or take photographs ... or ... oh, God that feels good." He ran his finger across my slit, focusing on the small nub of my clitoris.

Put a nude man and woman together in exceptionally close proximity and the result is fairly predictable. 

"Come and be closer," I whispered to him. "Get real close ... real close." I pulled him to the sofa we'd made love on the night before. We merged, his erect cock sliding easily into my wet pussy, and soon repeated the ecstasy that we'd experienced the night before. This time there seemed to be less of a rush and we spent more time cooing and smoothing each other.

Afterwards I lay cradled in the crook of his arm and we talked. Much of what I knew about Jeremy I knew second-hand though Alex. Now I caught up with the 'real' Jeremy first hand.

He asked me, "You seem to take this in stride, as though making love with another man is nothing at all. Do I mis-read you?"

I answered, "Oh, no. I don't think it's nothing at all. I think it's very important and a vital part of our relationship -- and my relationship with Alex ... and with Josh. I love you and I need to feel your love in return."

"But some people might think that having intercourse with the people you love that are not your spouse might be going too far."

"I know that. There's so much hypocrisy in the world. Under society's rules, if we feel attracted to each other we must sneak around behind our partner's backs until we find a time we can 'shack up' for a few hours. We end up feeling guilty and if we're caught our relationships or marriages are ruined forever."

Jeremy nodded in agreement.

"Josh and I, and Alex too I know, share a different philosophy honed across years of watching what others did that worked and didn't work. For us, we are open in our affection and desire. Sex is a manifestation of our happiness in another person. We don't use it to hurt someone else. We don't use it as reward or punishment. We only give it -- no, share it -- as a means of pleasure for someone we care about."

I went on, "Sometimes, the person we give it to is someone we know we'll love in the future and this is our way of opening up the channels between us -- like you and me, and Alex and Josh. Alex and I have talked so much about you and Josh with each other, we both knew we'd be in love the instant we met you both. There was no doubt because my love for you, for instance, is an extension of my love for Alex."

"What about Josh being jealous of us or you being jealous of Alex?" Jeremy asked.

"Why would I want to be jealous? Alex is making the person I love the most happy though her presence in his bed and her affection for him on many levels. Jealousy is a disease; love is health; and the two are incompatible. If I feel jealous I instantly kill the love I have for that person. If I truly love, then there's no room for jealousy. You can't have both at the same time."

"Do you believe in casual sex? The 'zip less fuck?'" he asked.

"No. There hasn't been any foundation for a longer relationship, although I admit that passion of the moment could overtake events. Josh's sister recently took a couple of guys in an alley behind a club we were at and gave them both blowjobs. If she'd had a little more to drink or if we'd wound her up sexually a little more she probably would have fucked both of them. There's no basis for a relationship or follow-on; it's all pure, unadulterated lust for one's own pleasure -- or the mutual pleasure of the participants."

I paused and thought a moment, "I can appreciate the moment but once it's passed, it's gone and there's nothing else. Thus, the situation isn't very rewarding in the long run; it's just sex on one single level. Not bad, and probably important if you're not having that part of your life filled by someone else, but if you are then it seems to fall short of the real potential if you could have a union with someone you love and care about."

"What about telling what you did? Do you have to tell?" he asked.

"I'm never ashamed of what happens in my life. If I planned on being that way I'd hop up off this couch right now and hide because we just had sex and I don't want Josh or Alex to know. In fact, they'll come out soon and see us and know and like that we made love. They are probably making love as we speak if they haven't been doing so all night long."

"Because I share the same values that Josh does -- that Alex does -- that you do. I am not embarrassed by our actions; rather I applaud them as an act of sharing with someone else that shares the same values I do. We grow closer and reinforce what we believe."

Jeremy asked, "Are you bisexual?"

"You ask the question with a puzzlement in your voice. How could a person love both genders? I love people that share my values regardless of their gender; that's why it's so easy for me to love Alex, for instance - or Fiona or Katelyn, Josh's sisters. We share a common bond about how life and relationships should work. We're not locked into how society tells us it has to be -- a way, by the way, that time and again doesn't work that well."

I lay my head back down on Jeremy's chest and we just rested together, our naked bodies pressed against each other. Soon enough I heard a stirring down the hallway.

"Good morning, you two," Alex's voice stated softly. "I love seeing the people I love together after making love." She smiled at her use of the word 'love' so many times in one sentence. Alex stood at the edge of the hallway naked and with an obvious sense of after glow from a recent sexual encounter.

I held one arm out to her to welcome her to our nest. She stepped down into the living room and then knelt beside me. She let me put my arm around her and put her head on my bosom. In one sense it wasn't sexual, yet in another it was the height of sexuality between the two of us -- between the three of us.

Josh soon appeared. "Ah, ménage a trois," he said casually as he walked naked into the room. "I'm glad I'm not over-dressed for the morning. Good thing we all got the same memo about the dress code in this place."

"Come and snuggle with us, Lover," I asked him. 

"I will but only for a minute. My stomach is growling rather insistently about its empty condition." He came into the living area and also knelt beside us and behind Alex. I watched as one hand reached around and stroked Alex's breast and the other I felt work it's way up my legs until he could stroke my slit and clit. I ended pushing my mons into Jeremy and he responded by hardening beneath my leg.

"If you start that, we'll all have sex again and not get any photographs taken," I told him but in a seductive voice. 

"I want Volume 2," he said. "But I also want you to know that I love you."

"And I love you," I told him. 

Alex and Jeremy voiced their love for each other as well. I asked if each person felt happiness at what had happened between us and whether anyone had any issues they wanted to talk about.

One by one, starting with Alex, each person more or less said, "I haven't been this happy in ages and I have no issues. In fact, many of the issues I felt about life evaporated because of our sharing with each other."

After a few minutes there was loud gurgling sound from Josh's stomach. We all laughed and then uncurled from one another. We moved to the kitchen and Josh and I whipped up some breakfast for all of us. As we sat, Jeremy explained about the lights and photographic gear again to Josh and we started to plan the morning's photo shoot.

To be continued



Temporary Girlfriend: Wedding Ch. 02



"Move you leg up just a bit. That's it. Hold it." Click -- Flash! Or was it Flash-Click? Jeremy was a perfectionist. 

We'd started the photographic session with a modicum of clothing on - some thongs and boxers. The presumption made by a future voyeur of our album or images would be that some earlier foreplay had brought us all to this point.

All four of us were active participants in the photographs and occasionally the filming of a scene. Jeremy seemed a master at posing us and then blending into the scene just before the camera flashed. Once or twice I noticed a small handheld remote control for one camera or the other.

We did a series of graphic nudes of each of us, occasionally lapsing into pure pornography, or at least my version of it. Then he orchestrated a series of pairings of us. Josh, for all his heterosexual feelings, actually put up with a couple of shots where he and Jeremy's bodies were pushed together in erotic form.

Alex and I repeated some erotic behavior, actually taking the time to bring each other to orgasms. Somehow, with Jeremy's coaching, we both forgot about the camera and focused on each other and what we were tasting, feeling, and doing to pleasure each other.

There were a sequence of shots with Alex, Josh and me: the two women loving Josh and his body parts, and then pairings where we made love to the other. At one point Josh was deep in me as Alex pushed her pussy into my face. In another Alex rode Josh as I sucked mightily on one of her breasts -- and in another I rode Josh's face; Alex climaxed about that time.

Jeremy replaced Josh and we repeated many of the sequences. Then we did a sequence with all four of us in the photographs in various pairings and couplings.

We all seemed ready to take a break for lunch, even from the pleasures of 'fucking for the camera' as Josh so crudely put it. Without washing up, we slipped on some clothes and went into downtown Boston to a wonderful Chinese restaurant for lunch. 

After lunch we returned to the condo. Jeremy moved the scene for the afternoon photography session to our large bedroom. The bedroom had room-darkening shades and consequently he could control the lighting much better. 

"Megan, stretch out on the bed on the diagonal -- that's it. Now, up on your elbows. Now just hold that while I play with the lights," Jeremy instructed. I was nude again. I watched as he created deep shadows across my body with a single light.

Jeremy told me, "Now, just hold that pose." Click. "Now move around slowly and seductively. Occasionally open your legs to the camera." Click. Click. Click. Click. "Good, keep turning." Click. Click. "Push your chest up." Click. Click. "Arms back."

Josh cradled Alex's naked body against his as they watched me perform for the camera.

Jeremy called out, "OK. Now, Josh, get over here in about the same positions Megan was. Good. Just hold that for a minute while I adjust the lighting a bit." 

Soon the heavily shadowed body of Josh became the target of the 'click, click, clicks.' 

Jeremy instructed, "Alex come over and make him hard with your mouth. Suck him."

Alex moved to the side of the bed away from the camera and gently took hold of Josh's cock. Click! Click. Click. Her mouth descended on his rod and she inhaled him. Click. 

"Josh, respond. Touch her breasts. Make love to her. That's it." Click. The camera started to take one shot after another. I watched as my lovers created the scene I knew would be a favorite. As the two would shift position, Jeremy would stop the action and shift a light into a new position.

Finally, Jeremy positioned Alex atop Josh's cock. He was on the bed taking shots from every conceivable angle -- up at Alex, down at their union when Josh's cock almost separated from Alex's large labial lips -- his penis glistening with her juices in the light and the edge of his mushroomed cap just showing against her vagina, Alex's face as a climax neared; Josh's face as he jetted his cum deep into Alex. He took a few shots of Alex's pussy as the cum seeped out and gently ran down her leg, proof positive of a consummated relationship. And, lastly, he took photos of the two lovers from twenty different positions as they cooed and loved each other in their satisfaction and after glow from the intercourse.

"Wow!" I finally exclaimed as he stood back, obviously satisfied with that part of the afternoon. "You are wonderful. I'm glad you took all those shots of Alex and Josh; I get off just thinking about him fucking someone else and I feel the same about Alex. To have the two of them together is spectacular.

"Oh, thank you. You and I have to have a turn now. Alex is going to play photographer." He grinned at me and I walked into his arms and kissed him.

I told Jeremy, "Good. It turns out Josh likes to see me make love to other guys and gals, particularly someone we both know and love. You and I will be the perfect complement to the shots of Alex and Josh. They'll both get off on those."

I took my turn on the bed again, commenting in slight jest about the 'wet spot' someone had just left. We all laughed. There were more adjustments of the lights, including a backlight up part of the wall decorations over the bed.

Jeremy came to me and slid his head between my legs. I opened them and pulled my legs up, affording the camera some opportunity to see the erotic scene. Alex was there with camera as we posed. I already knew Jeremy had a talented tongue, but now I felt its full benefit as it danced around my vagina and genitalia and I gradually forgot about the camera.

He added fingers, stopping often to visibly lap my juices from his digits when he pulled some of my fluids from my body. Click. Click. 

Jeremy moved up and made love to my breasts and nipples with tongue, fingers, hands, face, and teeth. The camera caught it all. My juices flowed just watching a nude Alex wander around near us with the camera.

I pushed up into Jeremy's body for penetration, my buttocks off the bed so he could drive his full cock into me. Then he pumped into me and my breasts shook and rotated in sync with his strokes. He shifted me to the doggie position and drove into me from behind. I rocked back to meet his thrusts.

"Josh, get in here," he commanded. "Let her swallow you as I pump into her." Josh suddenly appeared in front of me. I engulfed his cock, still awash with Alex's juices. I loved the taste and the thought of what I was doing. The relentless click of the camera persisted, yet it had almost disappeared in my reality of being loved by these two wonderful men.

A thumb entered my anus, pushing deep -- lubricated by spit and the overflow of juices from my vagina. Then Jeremy pulled out of me and touched his cock to my anal opening. I relaxed and he pushed in, gradually sinking, stroke-by-stroke, until he was deep into my cavity. I fingered my clit with one hand as I held onto Josh and sucked him with the other.

"Rock back with me," Jeremy told me in a whisper. I allowed him to lift me back onto him as he settled onto his back on the bed. 

"Josh, cock in cunt, if you please!" he ordered.

Josh moved between our legs with a look of love for me in his eyes. He leaned in and kissed me. Before I knew what was happening I felt Josh's cock slide into me. Now I had two long rods deep in my body. The two men started to oscillate -- sometimes together and sometimes in opposition to each other. 

I'd long since gone into orbit. I'd entered that place where the world appeared to be one long, magnificent orgasm with little oscillations from moment to moment to drive me even further into my oblivion.

"Can you cum?" Jeremy asked Josh.

"Yes, soon," he responded.

The cocks pumped back and forth into me. My cunt started to convulse. I could feel the spasms of my vaginal muscles start to grab and milk Josh's cock. At the same time, I knew my anal cavity was spasming as well. Hell, I went into spasms all over.

"OH, GOD!" I screamed as I felt Josh's cum splash inside me. Just as soon I felt Jeremy's cream fill me from the back, the pulses from his cock signaling to me his climax.

My body pleaded to be fondled and stroked and the men did not disappoint. Kisses rained upon me from all directions. I kept jerking and spasming, even with the subtle little movements of the two cocks that remained embedded in me. My whole body seemed on fire.

Gradually, I wound down. Josh pulled away. I became aware again of the camera capturing my leaking vagina. Jeremy fell out of my back end. I rolled to my side. Large dollops of cum seemed from my body. The camera captured it all.

Alex came and kissed me. She said, "It took every bit of will power I had to keep taking pictures as you went on the step. I just wanted to join in and bring you pleasure. You will LOVE these pictures. God you are sexy." She kissed me again ... and again ... and again.

Then I was aware of Jeremy sliding from the bed leaving the three of us there. Alex slid down the bed and took Josh in her mouth, cleaning his cock from my vaginal juices -- our juices. Then she was on me, licking and sucking again. I went right back into orbit as I allowed her to not only clean me but to perpetuate the pleasure the men had been delivering. 

I came again, albeit in a less intense orgasm than I had with Jeremy and Josh. I have often said there's no such thing as a bad orgasm and this was one of the nicer ones.

As I floated down from my high, I heard the camera click a few more times. I just closed my eyes and smiled in my joy.

I could have continued our love making for hours, but the men were spent for a while. We showered and I changed all the bed linens with Alex's help. 

While we'd been doing domestic chores, Jeremy had downloaded all the photos of the day into his computer. He'd immediately burned a back-up disk and had us squirrel it away just in case something happened to his cameras, the memory cards, or his Macintosh computer.

With Josh's help they looked up the computer to our HD television. Suddenly, I appeared in my nudity in near life-size form. "Oh, great," I clapped. "Everyone come and look. I'm on television -- and this time I'm not crashing as airplane." We laughed and I marveled about how well I'd put that terrifying incident behind me.

Jeremy paged through the photographs from the start of the day until just a few moments earlier when he'd caught Alex and me washing each other in the shower with coy looks on our faces as the camera clicked. From time to time he'd comment about how he could embellish a particular shot by cropping or using some Photoshop filters to create a particular mood.

When he was through we all stood and applauded his masterpieces -- and Alex's work as well. They had captured nearly fifteen hundred shots of us all making love in one way or another to each other.

"There's not just one album here," I proclaimed. "There are probably four or five volumes here. I want every shot. I want to make some of them my screen savers and background images."

Jeremy said, "With your permission and full veto power, shot by shot, I'd love to use some of these commercially -- to put a public version of our day together. The idea is just starting to come together in my mind. I'll have to see where it takes me when I start to work on the photographs."

"I'd be flattered," I said. "Maybe I'll quit advertising and become a porn star -- a loving porn star." 

Josh laughed and agreed that he'd be all for it; he just wanted to see it done tastefully.

Alex laughed and said, "I don't really get a vote. I'm already out there in my all together in so many different ways. Most of the time people aren't sure it's me but I know and it's sort of a kick when I see myself on the Internet or in a magazine, particularly if it's an erotic shot. I'm an exhibitionist at heart."

We kicked around lots of ideas for the albums as we sat and shared some wine and cheese. The sun got low in the sky and I promised Alex and Jeremy we'd go to dinner at the Parker House -- a staid old institution in Boston. We dressed and took a taxi to the restaurant, enjoyed a splendid dinner and then returned to the condo. 

By the time we got back to the condo the city lights were on full and the night sky was also spectacular. We changed into boxers, t-shirts and thongs and went up on the roof and cuddled into each other as we looked out at the lights and the sky. 

Soon hands started roaming and fingers were probing and kisses rained down from all directions again on everyone. We all went downstairs and made love to each other again.

*

Friday -- The day before the wedding

Josh, Jeremy, Alex and I were slow to rise the following day. I had a few last minute things to attend to and there was a rehearsal and dinner that night. The wedding ceremony was to be Saturday afternoon at four o'clock so I'd even have some time Saturday morning to do some errands too.

Josh and I made love in the morning and I told him this was the last time he'd have the opportunity to fuck his 'temporary girlfriend.' After this, I told him, I'd be his 'temporary wife' and he'd better behave. Somehow the word 'temporary' had stuck in how we referred to each other all through our yearlong engagement and I guess we'd carry it into our marriage as well. The term had affectionate meaning to each of us in spite of its frivolous implications.

After breakfast, Alex and I packed overnight bags. We were going to stay in Andover, Massachusetts at the Andover Inn, right next door to the Cochran Chapel where the wedding would take place. Both buildings were on the Phillips Academy campus. Alex and I were going to share a room together.

We left Josh and Jeremy to their own devices for the day, and we took Josh's Porsche and headed north out of the City. Josh had arranged a rental car for himself later in the day. He said he was going out to the airport to check on the damaged Cessna Citation that I crash-landed the week before and also to see about getting a large portion of the wedding party to our Caribbean island for the honeymoon. We were firm believers in 'group' honeymoons.

As we drove I called and reached Fiona on her cell phone. She, a very pregnant Stacy, and Katelyn, all Josh's sisters -- more or less -- had arrived the night before and were staying at the Andover Inn too. They squealed with delight to know we'd see them in a few minutes. 

I'd met Fiona the year before when she'd married Ray, however the two had lived together for two years already and included Stacy in their family. Now Stacy was pregnant with 'their' child and they were both ecstatic. Katelyn and hubby Carl were there too, along with their dear friends Beth and Doug. All of us shared an intimate relationship with one another more than once over the past year.

I called my Mom up in Durham, New Hampshire, next. She and Dad, along with my older sister Amy, were going to drive down in late afternoon to connect with all of us and participate in the wedding rehearsal that night. They had a room at the Inn too. I also got an update about which of my relatives intended to show up for the wedding and reception.

Alex and I checked in at the Inn and amidst a hail of kisses and hugs as we joined up with Fiona, Stacy and Katelyn. We fawned over Stacy who expected to deliver her baby within the month. We took turns feeling her extended belly as the baby turned and kicked. The resulting gabfest went on the rest of the day.

With the exception of Stacy who drove, the rest of us walked downtown from the Inn and had lunch at Palmer's on Elm Street. We then walked back, but not before visiting every clothing and knick-knack shop in the small town.

The rehearsal at Phillips Cochran Chapel took a short time thanks to a well-prepared minister who had been well briefed by Fiona with an outline of the service. Soon a crowd of twenty of us gathered next door at the Andover Inn for cocktails and hors d'oeuvres and then dinner. Toasts were made and Josh and I had fun handing out joke gifts and remembrances to our close friends and family members. 

After dinner people left for their rooms, homes and hotels. Fiona, Stacy and Ray whispered to me that they could barely wait for the 'honeymoon' and playing together. When Carl and Katelyn kissed me goodnight, they said they really wished we could be together but they too would wait for our island adventure. Beth and Doug made similar comments.

In short order Alex and I found our selves alone in our room. As I shut the door behind us I turned and raised an eyebrow to the coy look she gave me over her shoulder.

"Just because everyone else flaked out on you doesn't mean that I will," she said with a licentious grin.

"Good, because I would like to make love to you again tonight," I replied.

We flowed into each other's arms and kissed. Alex whispered, "Let's get comfortable. I want to eat you until you beg for mercy."

"Sounds good to me, particularly if I can return the favor," I told her. I unbuttoned my top and pulled it over my head. Next my snug black slacks disappeared along with my spike heels. A frilly bra and my thong got tossed into the chair too. 

I turned back to Alex. She'd stripped too and our nude bodies flowed together in a tangle of arms and kisses. Our breasts pressed together.

"My bed," she said in a husky voice. I followed her and stretched out across her bed. Alex leaned in and we French kissed with all the tenderness and love telegraphed between us that we'd felt for each other for years.

"Darling, I love you," she told me. I replied in kind.

I remain convinced that women are much better lovers than men. Not that Josh isn't attentive, inventive and sensitive; it's just that he has to search to find the right spots. Alex knew instinctively where to kiss, where to lick, where to suck, where to blow, and where to bite.

She reduced me to a blithering lump of sexual energy in mere seconds. I suffered my first orgasm at her hands in two minutes. I had to admit I'd gotten really good at conjuring up orgasms at all the right times. I thought, the more you have the more you'll get.

Alex proved much better with her tongue than the day we'd done our photographs and videotapes. In my mind she was the best she'd ever been. 

I came again.

Alex drove her tongue into my vagina, wiggling and wagging the digit until I came yet again. I moved up my orgasm scale.

She added fingers and the next I knew she'd sunk her complete fist into my cunt. She rotated her wrist so that her whole hand turned inside me, her knuckles rubbing back and forth across my G-spot.

I screamed and came yet again. I also jetted a generous amount of girl juice into Alex's face and across her torso. Through my glazed eyes I watched as she eagerly lapped at my excretions. I had a thought that everyone must like them because everyone I've cum on laps and tries to get every last drop in their mouth. Perhaps I dispense the beverage of the year.

Finally Alex drove her hand back and forth into me, turning, twisting, and rotating as she sucked on and lapped at my clitoris. I entered that magic space for me where I'm having a long, continuous orgasm. I coasted along from thrill to thrill as she ministered to me. She'd taken me to heaven and I didn't want to leave.

Finally, I sated. I could take no more. Every touch or lick triggered my body into jerking and writhing as a pleasure wave -- almost too intense -- washed through me. I reached and clutched Alex's head and tried to hold her motionless against my pussy. "You've got to stop! Too much!" I told her.

Alex complied and then moved up beside me and cradled me in her arms and kissed me as I floated down. I thought of times when we'd been college roommates that one or the other of us had achieved such a state and been loved and held by the other in our after glow.




Temporary Girlfriend: Wedding Ch. 02



My parachute was slow to bring me down to earth. During my bliss I thought of all the people I loved and all the different ways that love materialized. I felt everyone's love and was prescient about how it sustained my own bliss and joy. 

Somewhere I think I dozed but only for a few seconds. My body needed to retreat from the high state of stimulation Alex had created. We kissed for a long time and I told her how I loved her -- and Josh -- and Jeremy -- and everyone in the world.

I slid down Alex's pliant body until I could suckle on one of her breasts. I brought the teat into my mouth and rapidly agitated the nipple. I felt Alex stiffen as I did this erotic act. Soon I was on her pussy, her clitoris, and her entire lower body. 

Soon I was the aggressor, my fingers and then hand invading her nether region and bringing her to orgasm after orgasm. Alex moaned, and squirmed, and writhed, and groaned under my attentions. 

Alex went to that orgasmic state I'd just left. I kept her there almost torturing her body with the love I had for her. 

Then I was the one whose head was grabbed and pushed solidly against her pussy, my nose buried in her vagina -- inhaling the sweet aroma as I licked the only space I could reach.

Then stillness.

Then kisses and love.

Then slumber, our naked bodies entwined around one another.

In the morning, I awoke to find Alex staring at me in a most loving way. We kissed again for a little while, cooing at each other about the day and how much fun we'd have leading up to my wedding.

We showered and dressed in casual clothes then went downstairs in the Inn to find several of the others already at breakfast. We joined them.

By ten o'clock I'd rounded up all my attendants and we headed downtown to a spa. I followed Fiona's lead about getting everyone super pampered for the afternoon wedding. I, however, had made some special arrangements.

The group included Fiona, Stacy, Katelyn, Beth, Alex, and Amy, my sister who for the last year or so had lived in Paris working for Google Europe. I thought Amy was a liberal thinker and shared most of the same values I did although I wasn't sure about how much to tell her about my polyamorous relationships or my bisexuality.

The first hour in the spa consisted of a pedicure, manicure, and some group time nude in the sauna. Everyone behaved although I worried about Fiona. 

Then my special surprise started. The spa directed the seven of us into a large room with massage tables arranged in a large circle with the head of each table facing inward. At each table stood a very attractive and muscular masseuse in a white t-shirt, white shorts and white tennis shoes, ready to attend to each one of us. This was better than I'd expected for each guy was over six feet tall and a true Adonis in looks and physique.

I sensed a little hesitation as the women entered the room clad only in their towels, chose a table, and lay face down while continuing to clutch the towel to their bodies. I could hear a series of introductions being made by each masseuse; my masseuse said his name was Paul. 

Each man rubbed some warmed oil into the shoulders and back of each of us. Their touch was tender and the aroma of the oil alluring. I looked around and each man seemed to know what he was doing. They worked up and down our legs briefly telling us they'd return there for a deeper massage in a moment. I really started to relax although I knew the gist of what was going to happen next.

One by one each of the men told the woman they were working on that they were too warm and so they were going to shed some of their clothing. Paul, for instance, then pulled his t-shirt over his head and kicked off his white shoes. Next he jerked down his shorts until all he was wearing was a male thong clearly filled with a generous inflated cock. He had my attention.

I looked around the room at the other six men as they restarted their massages. Several of the men were more excited than the others and their cocks were barely contained in their small cloth sacks.

Paul lifted the towel from my body and I saw all the towels disappear as the men worked oil into the areas of our back and buttocks that they hadn't touched before. 

Our eyes roamed the gorgeous landscape taking in the muscular men as they attended to us and rubbed us into not only a relaxed state but also a state of sexual excitement. Occasionally our eyes met one of the other women and we winked or looked agog at what was happening.

At one point Paul stood by my head and rubbed his hands deeply down my back and shoulders. His barely clothed cock frequently brushed along parts of my face as he worked on me. I resisted the urge to grab and suck.

"Do you want me to do your front as well," Paul said to me in a smooth, subdued voice.

I told him, "I wouldn't it this for the world." We grinned at each other and I rolled over, completely exposing myself to him. I noted that we led the way for soon I heard the other women getting on their backs. Oddly enough, we girls weren't talking to each other very much.

Now the moans started as our bodies were oiled again and with muscular hands the warm oil rubbed into our entire bodies including breasts, abdomens, our pubic areas and mons, and then down our legs. The men took time to work their way back up our legs. This was foreplay at its finest level.

I knew I was starting to flow in anticipation of some kind of sex act. My libido was alive and well. I glanced around the room and met Fiona's eyes; they were almost glazed over with a look that I can only describe as pure sexual hunger. I checked on Amy and even she appeared totally wrapped up in the moment.

Paul worked up my legs but carefully skirted my pubic area on his way up to my neck. He spent a lot of time on my breasts and nipples, complementing me about their generous shape and feel. He teased my nipples into a highly erect state. He massaged my neck muscles and my cheeks and temples, again his erect cock -- now more erect than before -- stroked by my face still contained in the sack.

"Take that off, please," I asked quietly. Paul nodded and slid the small piece of cloth from his waist, tossing the thong onto the pile of clothes under our table. His cock sprang to life then in the air, now unfettered and able to move freely. 

Paul returned to the top of the table by my head and started to work on my face, shoulders and chest areas. As he did, I turned my head so I could occasionally lap at the cock as it flexed by my face. I knew this was naughty and I loved it. Paul did too; he aimed his cock at my mouth and allowed me to inhale his long hard rod into my mouth.

I watched Beth, Fiona and Katelyn instruct their masseuses to shed the thongs and soon all the men were as naked as we were. Fiona, however, was next to capture her attendant's cock in her mouth and really go to town for a few minutes with a genuine blowjob -- her head bobbing as he stood there watching her body shake in response to her efforts.

Paul returned to my mid-section, now carefully oiling my pubic area again and running his hands down between my legs. This was a common occurrence around the room and I watched as even Amy allowed the action. I watched as her man gently stroked a finger along her slit and then slid two fingers into her pussy. I could hear her moan in her pleasure.

My juices were flowing as Paul penetrated me with his fingers, actually massaging my vaginal muscles in a way no one had ever done to me before. We smiled at each other, although I started to head to a high of some sort. I know my eyes had a glassy look to them as I enjoyed the pleasure.

Paul moved his hand and fingers at lightning speed back and forth in my pussy, hitting my clit with his thumb on each insertion stroke. The move was so rapid and sudden all I could do was arch my back off the table to meet his manual thrusts into me. 

He backed off just before I came. I groaned and I knew from the sounds from the other women that I had not been the only female brought just to the doorstep of a good orgasm and then put on pause.

Paul rubbed his way down my legs again, back up my body and then across my breasts. This time I reached out and fondled his cock. This man really was a masterpiece. Not only was he engorged he had one of the nicest shaped penises I'd met and one that was lined with velvet skin but displayed the purple mushroomed head with an unusual prominence.

"Bring me off ... please," I pleaded with Paul. He smiled and then leaned in and kissed my neck, running his tongue down to my breasts. He sucked one nipple and then the other into his mouth, biting gently and using his teeth to excite me. 

Paul's fingers reinserted themselves into my pussy, repeating for thirty seconds the rapid stroking of my cunt and clit that elevated me off the table. He slowed but didn't stop this time. His other hand rubbed and massaged my breasts. I fondled his cock.

Around the room I could watch various sexual situations playing out. Fiona had slid to the end of the table and pulled her legs up; her attendant rolled a rubber onto his long cock and I watched as he carefully sunk into her hot pussy and the two started to thrust into each other. He massaged her breasts as he thrust.

My sister Amy, my own sister, was being fucked by her attendant; her legs spread wide revealing a part of her I never knew about. Wow!

Katelyn went next, allowing the oversized cock to punch into her pussy as she basked on the table. Her moans floated across the room. Beth and Alex followed. Stacy had opted for masturbation from her man, her distended abdomen an attraction all of us watched. I heard her assure her attendant that 'fingers were more than welcome in her cunt.'

I wanted to fuck in the worst way but felt that being the 'bride of the day' I should show some slight restraint. I whispered my apologies to Paul but told him all else was fair game. Thus, as the various stages of intercourse unfolded around me, I sucked on Paul as he leaned across the table and rapidly applied his best masturbatory techniques to my pussy.

I came in a glorious orgasm that I truly enjoyed. I returned the favor to Paul sucking and fondling his cock in my own way. 

Paul finally said, "I'm very near. How should I finish?"

"Cum on me -- on my chest," I told him. "Then I want you to massage your cum into me."

We smiled at each other again and he shifted slightly and blew his generous load across my breasts. Shot after shot of creamy white jism slapped onto my skin as he completed his climax. When he was through I kissed the end of his cock, and licked the residue from him.

"Now just let me finish this massage," Paul said in a business-like tone as he reached for my cum-covered tits.

I relaxed again and let him rub his man juice around my entire upper body. I captured a few fingers worth of the gel and enjoyed the taste of this man's protein. Gradually the gel-like fluid he rubbed in disappeared, leaving me with a smooth, glistening body. He sucked on my breasts often during his massage.

I heard Fiona and her mate cum with grunts and shrieks, then Amy and her attendant. Alex, Beth and Katelyn followed in that order. I watched as Stacy completed a blowjob on her Adonis, having him jettison his juices across her swollen breasts and abdomen. Paul and I watched as the fluid got massaged into her skin.

The men gave us deep back rubs to end the session and then one by one escorted us to the showers. Paul led the way. He carefully placed a cap on my hair telling me the hairdo was next on the agenda. Under the spray in the large communal shower, he washed me from head to foot, using a loofah and small brush here and there on my body. I never felt so clean in all my life. I took joy in washing the excess cum and sweat from Paul's muscular body as well.

The others joined us as they finished their sex and after glows in the adjacent massage room, each man attending to the woman he'd massaged and in some way pleased sexually. I watched as Stacy's attendant paid particularly loving care to her full body; it seemed so tender to see the obvious affection he had for her and her condition.

The men saw us to a drying area where they rubbed each of us down with luxuriously thick towels, sometimes two men to a woman. A skin lotion got applied to us as well and strong hands rubbed the lotion into our bodies. My skin just tingled. I don't know that I'd ever felt so pampered. We were provided with a large terry cloth robe and directed into the hair salon part of the spa. The men disappeared.

Our hair treatments took an hour and proved to be as relaxing as the past hour with the men. Now we started talking again amongst ourselves and then with the stylists. Most of the stylists had peeked in while we had our 'massages' and were amazed at the quality of the men I'd arranged to 'service' us for our massages.

By one-thirty we were not only sexually sated - for the moment, but also dolled up, made-up, well fed, and looking like million dollars. Most of us drove back to the Inn. Alex opted to walk back to the Inn so I finally got my sister alone for a few minutes when Beth, Katelyn, Fiona and Stacy went off to find their husbands.

I hadn't spent much time with my older sister since she left home to go to college years earlier. We kept in touch with occasional phone calls or e-mails and I perhaps saw her once or twice a year at my parent's home when she came to visit, however the closeness many siblings have had been missing in our relationship since she moved away.

As we walked into the Inn, I said to her, "I didn't know you were so sexually liberated?" I gave her conspiratorial grin.

"Yeah," Amy said latching onto my arm. "I'm sort of embarrassed you saw me like that. I couldn't resist. My God," she stated enthusiastically, "I haven't been so horny in ages. After that initial massage by that Greek god, I would have fucked a fire hydrant if one had been handy. That was one of the best ... interludes ... I've ever had."

She paused then said, "I'm not the prude you probably think I am, in fact I'm pretty free thinking about sex and relationships. You must be too, based on what you set up for us today. From seeing your friends and soon to be relatives, I'd say you've thrown in with a pretty free-thinking bunch too."

I smiled at her and said, "Yes, we've all been together in one way or another before today. I've always thought that love and physical attraction were in short supply."

Amy pulled me into the bar area and we ordered two glasses of wine. She said, "I don't want you to talk to Mom or Dad about this, OK?" I nodded agreement. "I was a swinger for several years although things have come to a stand still since I moved to Paris. I've never met anyone I really cared for over there. To tell the truth I miss the love, excitement and support I felt from my intimate friends I had in California."

Slowly, I told her, "Josh and I have shared our selves with others too." I could see her relax in my sharing. I'd suddenly become another like-minded soul and a co-conspirator. I told her, "The 'group honeymoon' will be full of 'sharing' too."

"Do I infer from that statement that Josh ... errrr, and his sisters ... "?

"Yes," I interrupted. "They've redefined their brother-sister relationships. It's the nicest form of incest, full of love and deep caring for each other, and mutual attraction and willingness. The physical part of it is the icing on the cake."

Amy asked carefully, "And you're OK with all that?"

"Oh, I'm more than OK with it. I am ... well; I'm usually involved too. I discovered that I'm bisexual. I love Josh's sisters in mind, spirit and body as much as he does. We've shared some very close times together, once in a while just one of his sisters and me. In fact, our honeymoon will be the first time the whole family will have been together ... in a permissive environment."

Amy leaned across the small bar table and kissed me on the lips. She said, "I discovered I'm bisexual as well. I took such delight in that discovery with my friends out west. At first, I limited myself to men, but in our lovemaking we often got very close to each other. Well, I tried to understand what turned on the men so much and I ended up turned on too."

"I started in college -- with Alex. I should introduce you two more intimately. She and Jeremy, who you met last night, live in London. If the chemistry works you might at least have someone on that side of the Atlantic you could be close to."

"I'll go out of my way to get to know them better tonight at the reception."

I thought for a moment and blurted out, "Amy, why don't you come down to the Caribbean with us. Come on the honeymoon. Oh, please. We're all billing it as a big party anyway and Alex and Jeremy will be there. I don't think anyone would think anything other than that you're just one more reveler."

Amy studied me for a long time. I wasn't sure if she was weighing the sincerity of my invitation or thinking about whether she could spare the time off work or what. 

Then she said slowly, "I'd like that very much -- very much. You're sure I won't be a fifth wheel or anything?"

"Not a bit, in fact you'll even out the ratio if I count correctly. The house we rented has plenty of space. Hell, you can sleep with Josh and me -- if you don't mind being pawed over by a hunky guy and your sister." I gave her a lecherous grin.

Any said, "This whole conversation, that's all I've been thinking about. Do you think I'm crazy? I'd like to make love with you -- to you -- by you; and Josh too. I've had the hots for him since I met him that day last summer when you brought him up too Mom and Dad's home for dinner while I was visiting.

"He briefly mentioned that he thought you were pretty 'hot' too, as I recall," I told her. "Plus I've always been curious about what you'd be like -- my big sister and all. Random curiosity but now that I discover you're sort of a like-minded soul, I'm overjoyed that we might actually get together somehow." Amy laughed and nodded.

We continued to open up to each other about our sex lives and how we felt about open relationships and various sexual situations. I shared with Amy some of the intimate times I'd had with Ray, Fiona and Stacy and with Katelyn, Carl, Beth and Doug. I also told her about the intimate relationships with my flight instructors Greg and David, since both of them were in the wedding and, I hoped, down on the Island for the honeymoon party.

Amy said to me with a smirk, "Now jealousy is finding out that you joined the Mile High Club with two hunks while your fiancé flew the plane." She paused and said, "Oh, dear me! I just realized I don't have a thing to wear down on the Island and ... and how are we getting there? Do I need to phone for airline tickets?"

"No, no. You don't have to worry about a thing except delaying your trip back to Paris from Boston by a week or so. You can have one of my bikinis, although if the past is prolog, all you'll need is a thong to wear most of the time. As for getting there, Josh arranged to borrow another corporate jet for the week. He and I will pilot the plane down on Monday morning with everyone aboard. You'll have time to see Mom and Dad some more tomorrow as well as poke through my wardrobe, although you really won't need many clothes." As an afterthought, I tossed in, "We just fuck all the time!"

"Oh, I am so going to join you," Amy said with a twinkle in her eye. "I hope your last remark is an understatement." We grinned lecherously at each other as I nodded in the affirmative.

Alex walked into the Inn about that time, saw us in the bar and joined us. She had a rosy look to her complexion from her brisk walk.

"Amy's just decided to join us on the Island," I told her as she sat down next to us.




Temporary Girlfriend: Wedding Ch. 02



Alex's eyebrows went up with an unasked question.

"Oh, yes," I said to Alex. "She's a player. In fact, I just found out how much of player. Didn't you notice this morning? Amy was in there with her masseuse like the rest of us."

Alex said, "The only thing I noticed for an hour this morning was a ten-inch cock that had my name written on it. THAT was the nicest bridesmaid gift I've ever gotten -- a fabulous fuck!" She turned to Amy and asked, "I take it you availed yourself of the gift as well?"

Amy grinned and said, "Of course. The group setting made it that much more erotic and exciting. I love to fuck. Besides I think I have exhibitionist and voyeur genes in my system."

Alex turned to me, "She'll fit in well on the Island. Bring her for sure." We all laughed then Alex rose, came beside Amy, leaned in and kissed her -- a long sensuous kiss that I could tell elevated the temperatures of both women.

Just as Alex broke off the kiss and sat down again, my parents walked in the door of the Inn. Their presence shut down any further conversation about our sex lives. I thought it strange that their two daughters had these lascivious feelings about life and love, but couldn't share them with the people they should be closest to. I guess this is what generation gaps are all about.

Mom told me it was time to think about dressing and getting serious about the rest of the wedding preparations. I'd explained time and again that Fiona was handlings the entire thing. I think my Mom was actually put out that she had to do so little to help me prepare for my wedding; my future sister had done almost all of it.

We walked upstairs to our rooms. Mom joined Alex as the two of them started to prep me for my gown. I think I shocked my mother by striping and walking around the room in nothing but a frilly and lacy blue thong I'd borrowed from Alex. Alex cheered me on for wearing 'something borrowed' and 'something blue' at the same time.

Jeremy knocked on the door as I pranced around poking at the dress, veil and all the under garments. He said through the door, "I'm here to take pictures, candids for the wedding album."

Alex looked at me. I said, knowing it was a bit of white lie for my mother's benefit, "Well let him in. He's seen you naked before and we're built about the same. No surprise there." My mother rolled her eyes towards heaven.

Jeremy politely said hello to my mother then set his camera bag down and pulled out his Canon. He said to me without blinking an eye at my near nudity, "You just do what you do naturally. I may ask you to pause or turn, but other than that these are all candid shots."

I nodded and went back to pulling the dress out of its protective bag and fluffing up the crinolines. I kept hearing the shutter snap. I even watched as he caught one of my Mom and Alex working on the veil and short train.

Mom whispered to me at one point, "Shouldn't you at least put on a brassiere? I mean there's a man in the room."

I told her, "Oh, Mom. He's going to see me topless on the beach in two days. Who knows, maybe I'll even go nude. Don't worry about it. His wife is here, after all." I could see Alex and Jeremy both stifle laughs over her shoulder. Mom rolled her eyes some more and then announced that she was going back to her room to slip into her special dress and would be right back. She left the room. 

After the door had closed, Jeremy and Alex burst out laughing and I joined them. "You sure don't make it comfortable for the older set do you?" Alex chided. I grinned.

"Hold up the veil in front of you," Jeremy said. I like this light from the window -- stand over there. Just like that. Wonderful, I can see your breasts through the thin fabric; a very erotic shot. The camera clicked about ten times as I turned back and forth and posed for him. 

He directed again, "Alex step in and hold her from the back. Like that, more your arm around her." Click. Click. Click. "Now cup her breast in your hand. Good." Click. Click. Click.

"All right," he said, "Enough erotica for now. Go back to what you where doing although I know I'm going to hate seeing you cover up such a lovely body."

I walked to him and kissed him. "Thank you for so many things. You are such goodness in my life ... and in Alex's life. Thank you." I kissed him again. He gently rubbed one nipple with a thumb.

I stayed undressed and helped Alex slide into her dusty rose-colored bridesmaid dress. She looked so pretty in the dress and the folds of the dress did amazing things for her breasts and backend. Jeremy offered that he'd be ready for a 'quickie' anytime she was willing. I think he actually got a picture of her nearly naked body as I copped a feel before sliding the dress over her head. 

By the time my mother came back, I was pretty well into the wedding gown. I thought that brides probably spend more time looking at and talking about getting into a gown than the few seconds it actually takes to put it on and adjust it to their bodies.

I'd worn the white shoes around the condo on and off over the past month so I'd broken them in to the point they were comfortable to wear for long time periods. With all the dancing and standing I planned, I didn't want to be disadvantaged with a pair of shoes that hobbled me before the day was out.

Mom buzzed around twitching at my dress. Amy, Fiona, Stacy, Beth and Katelyn came in resplendent in their bridesmaid's gowns. The gowns were floor length, high waist pastel sheaths with a revealing bodice. I noticed it would be even more revealing when they bent forward. Of course, we'd all planned it that way.

Stacy made a show in her lavender dress. The combination of the high waist and the fact the other dresses were sheaths made it all the more evident that she was VERY pregnant. She exaggerated by pulling the dress tight against her thighs, a move that amplified the evidence of her impending child. Stacy said, "If I do this, every OB/GYN within twenty miles will drop everything and run to my aid." She thought for a moment as she looked at herself in a floor length mirror and added, "I also look like a purple Easter egg."

We laughed and I went and hugged her. "Stacy, I love you so. Thank you for doing this -- this way! I know you feel conspicuous but if we'd waited a month you'd of had a screaming baby in the back of the chapel." I poked at the baby then felt he stomach; the baby poked back.

"Smart kid you have there. Got a name yet?"

"We do," Stacy said softly. She turned to Fiona. "Fi, can we tell her?"

Fiona teared up and said, "Yes. It's time to tell her."

Stacy hugged me again and said, "We're going to call the baby 'Megan' -- after you. We love you so much and you've brought such happiness to our lives -- you and Josh. The middle name is going to be 'Grace' after Katelyn and Fiona's mother, plus she'll have a choice of first names all the way through her life."

"I teared up. "Thank you. You didn't have to do that. I'm so honored that you think of me this way." I hugged and kissed Stacy on the lips then did the same to Fiona. My mother looked on in pleased amazement over what was taking place and how we interacted. In the distance I heard the persistent click of the camera.

"How will we know when to go over to the Cochran Chapel?" my mother finally asked trying to refocus our attention on the last of the dressing details and the wedding.

Fiona responded, "Ray will call my cell phone with a five minute warning. If you look out your window you can still see a lot of people arriving at the church. They have to walk by here to get to it -- oh, there goes Uncle Ted and Aunt Mel." I peeked out the window over her shoulder.

Fi went on, "When we get the signal we'll all troop over and the ushers will be ready for us in the foyer off the Chapel." She turned to my mother and said, "You'll be seated then the processional will begin. Did I tell you there's a jazz group in addition to the organ?"

"NO," I said surprised. "That's wonderful." I hugged Fiona again. "Again, with a tear in my eye I thanked her for all her hard work." Fiona explained how she'd adjusted the service to get some modern music into the wedding service.

We sat and chatted as we waited for the phone call. Jeremy hung in there with us taking photos for a while then slipped away. "Time to get the groom's side of things," he'd told us.

Ten minutes later the phone rang. Ray told Fiona to wait another five minutes then come over. We waited then slowly walked downstairs. 

The Cochran Chapel on the Phillips Academy campus is a huge, red brick church with a slate roof that telegraphs establishment and strong New England roots. It has a steeple that is clearly a direct line with God. The setting, with large trees around it, is right out of a storybook. 

Our little entourage walked slowly from the Inn to the Chapel, a distance of only a hundred yards. Alex walked behind me holding my short train and skirt off the ground as I held the front of my gown up a foot or so. We ascended the dozen or so stairs to the front entrance of the building. 

Ray, Carl, Doug, Greg and David were all there as ushers for the wedding as well as groomsmen. Jeremy snapped photos from a corner of the vestibule. Ray and Carl escorted my mother down the aisle. I know she loved arriving with a handsome young man on each arm, plus she did look very fetching in her wedding dress. Even for a middle-aged woman she'd retained her youthful shape. We all peeked in the huge door, as it swung open. The sanctuary was full of people on both sides of the church. We let the door swing shut. 

"Daddy are you ready to go?" I asked as I hugged my Dad's arm to me.

"Yes. I want to tell you I am so proud of you, Megan," my Dad said. "You and Amy have been a delight to me every day of my life since your arrival on this planet. And your boyfriend and friends are all such wonderful people; I love them all. Most make me wish I was thirty years younger too!" He gave me a kiss and reached over and squeezed Amy's hand. I loved my Dad.

Carl and Ray arrived back at the huge doors to the sanctuary and propped them open. We stood out of sight off to one side. They had laid out a snow-white runner for me to walk on down the entire aisle of the church. Further, they'd draped both sides of the aisle with a running garland of greenery with white flowers woven into it. At each pew, a bouquet graced the aisle. 

Fiona came up, "Oh, I almost forgot your bouquet." She thrust into my hand a large and beautiful gathering of spring flowers. A small handle had been created for me to clasp as I held the flowers. She passed out smaller bouquets to the other women.

The groomsmen slipped down a side aisle to join the groom at the front of the church. Jeremy took a few more shots then left to get down front to photograph the entrance processional and the main part of the wedding.

We all heard the organ crank up with the wedding processional -- our cue! My sister led the procession to the front of the church followed by Fiona and Stacy walking side by side; Stacy's 'bump' a prominence hard to miss. Katelyn and Beth followed together at the appropriate interval followed by Beth. As they arrived at the front of the church, each bridesmaid set her flowers on a small table in front of the first pew.

The minister and my friends formed a circle on the large raised platform at the front of the sanctuary. Each woman joined her partner as she arrived at the stage so the circle was not the traditional men on one side and women on the other. Josh stood alone in the midst of the circle as the others held hands in a circle around him.

My Dad escorted me down the aisle. As we passed the first pew I set my flowers on the small table. At the circle, Amy and Greg dropped their hands to admit me into the circle. Just before I left his arm, Dad gave me a kiss and I walked into the circle to face Josh. My Dad walked back to the first pew and my mother stood and joined him; they walked up to the circle and joined hands between Amy and Greg. The people that loved us most surrounded Josh and me.

The minister began, "Thank you all for joining this couple as they openly pledge their Love to each other today. This union represents a desire by Josh and Megan to share and explore life more fully with each other, to add strength and support to one another, and, through each other, to amplify the joy the Universe provides us all and the Love they feel for each other and for Life."

At that point Fiona broke from the circle and came to the front of the group on stage. She recited a poem perfectly. It was Elizabeth Barrett Browning's 'Sonnet Number 43' - 'How Do I Love Thee, Let Me Count the Ways'. I got all choked up as she finished.

As Fi rejoined the circle, the minister continued; "Josh and Megan are adults and give themselves to the other freely. They cherish this union and all it represents. They encourage each other's journeys through life, being not a tether but added strength in those travels; being not a yoke but a constant companion, whether present or not; being committed to the other without ownership; caring without possessing; and striving to help each other be complete individuals."

Katelyn now broke from the circle and came forward to face the congregation. Like her sister she flawless recited Susan Polis Shultz's poem, 'Celebrate Love'. As she read I realized the poem had the under current not only about love but also about sharing orgasms with the one you love, and in fact, doing it rather publicly. As she finished and turned, Katelyn gave me a wink then kissed Carl as she rejoined the circle.

The minister picked up the thread of the service again; "The bonding agent for this union is Love. All of us here today share in that Love for this couple and for each other. Please join hands so that the Love can flow through us all." The entire church rustled as people held hands. I could see people reaching across the pews so that even pews were connected together.

The reverend went on in a strong voice, "The Love Josh and Megan share will not court jealousy, for where there is jealousy there is no love. This Love will encompass others, for where there is Love it expands to be inclusive. This Love has many levels, for Love is physical and spiritual, personal and familial, an honor and a joy. Love is why we're here."

At this point Stacy broke from the circle and waddled to the front. She had a silly grin at the humor of her appearance. She recited e. e. cummings' poem 'i carry your heart with me.' 

Behind me the jazz combo started to play. A beautiful and young redheaded woman in a shimmery black cocktail dress came forward from the corner where she'd been sitting. I knew from Fiona that her name was Renee Olstead and that she'd done some jazz recordings. She did a beautiful rendition of the well-known song by Amy Grant, 'That's What Love is For.' She was so professional in how she handled the song, and her voice was so pure that by the end there wasn't a dry eye in the house. Led by our whole circle, the whole congregation applauded enthusiastically. The song certainly underscored all the reasons to love someone.

Alex came forward at that point, facing the hundreds in the pews and recited a Roy Croft poem that started with the line, 'I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you.' I couldn't help stifling a little sob as she spoke of the love I felt for Josh. I looked at Josh and he had a tear running down his cheek.

Beth replaced Alex at center stage and read a poem by Duval with the last line 'When I met you I had no idea where our relationship would lead us; how beautiful you would make my world. But now I know without a doubt, the luckiest day of my life was the day that I met you.' Beth turned and blew me a kiss as she returned to her place in the circle.

The minister refocused everyone on the circle by asking, "Josh, please state your vows to Megan; and Megan your vows to Josh." The circle parted so that everyone in the congregation could watch the two of us.

Josh held both my hands in his. I got all teary as I looked in his beautiful blue-grey eyes. He began speaking with a strong clear voice, "Megan, I, Josh Bannock, will be your partner forever. I will cherish you and this union, and hold your joy above my own. I will love you more each new day and always treat you with the utmost care and respect. There is no circumstance that you will face in which you will not find my full support and my Love. There will be nothing that I do not share with you. I pledge you my Love."

I had a tear running down my face as he squeezed my hands in his. He looked at me with such love. I began to speak, trying to remember to speak up so everyone could hear me, "Josh, I, Megan Watson, pledge you my Love and life forever. I will cherish you and our marriage, be devoted to you, be supportive of you, be respectful of you, be caring of you, be sharing with you, and be loving with you always. Your joy will be my joy, your burden mine to help carry, your dreams mine to help make happen, your life my happiness to embrace."

After a short silence, the minister said, "These vows of love stand before us all on this happy and joyous day for Megan and Josh."

The jazz combo started another song and Renee Olstead stood again. She smiled at us then sang a jazzy version of 'Our Love Is Here to Stay.' Again, she got a large round of applause from everyone. I wondered how Fiona found such great talent and then gotten them to appear at my wedding.

The minister started again as soon as the song ended; "Having witnessed these vows and by the power vested in me by the Commonwealth of Massachusetts, I am happy to now pronounce Josh Bannock and Megan Watson as man and wife." He held his arms in the air in the form of a blessing from the universe over the two of us.

I moved into Josh's arms as he embraced me and he kissed me. I fought to hold back my tears of happiness. After our perfunctory kiss I hugged him and he held me. For that brief second, the whole world disappeared and I felt the infinite depth of our Love. 

We turned and the circle of our dear friends swarmed in and surrounded us for a minute with hugs and kisses. Then the circle parted and allowed us forward. Everyone stood and applauded about that time. The jazz combo started again and as we led the exit procession, Renee sang 'I Want a Sunday Kind of Love' -- a dreamy love song that had many people swaying in time to the music. 

Josh and I reached the back of the church and I suddenly realized I had no idea what to do next. Fiona appeared a few seconds later as her part of the processional reached the back. She herded us all into a receiving line and as the first couple came from the sanctuary she routed them into the line. That started the line so that eventually we were congratulated and met everyone that had been in the service.

After a round of photos with all sorts of combinations of people and relatives, we filed into a large limousine and were whisked about two miles away to the posh Andover Country Club for our reception. More photos were taken there followed by all the pre-dinner silliness that goes on. Dinner started with round after round of toasts and glass tapping so Josh and I would kiss. 

After dinner we cut the cake and sedately did not mash the cake into each other's faces. We did kiss a lot, however. We did the traditional dances with each other, with Dad and Mom, with relatives, and then with everybody. The band was rocking' and the crowd hung in there and enjoyed the great music right up to the end. I was glad too that the jazz quartet and Renee Olstead reappeared for a half-hour gig while the rock band took a break.

Things broke up at midnight when the band finally stopped. 

Josh's sisters, their husbands and the others headed back to the Andover Inn. I suggested that Amy come with us into Boston since it was now definite that she'd go with us to the Island down in the Caribbean for the coming week. My parents actually thought that was a wonderful idea and were glad we'd get some time together. I told Mom and Dad that we'd drive up to New Hampshire tomorrow afternoon for a more relaxed visit before we left on Monday. 




Temporary Girlfriend: Wedding Ch. 02



Thus, Josh, Amy and I piled into the limousine to ride back to the condo. We stopped by the Inn so Amy could collect her luggage. Josh had arranged for Jeremy and Alex to drive the Porsche back after ensuring that no one was in danger of getting a DUI if they got stopped.

In the living room of the condo, I quickly shed my wedding gown, returning to the 'something borrowed, something blue' lacy undies I'd borrowed from Alex that morning. I ditched the bra too. Amy took my cue and shed the bridesmaid dress, ending similarly dressed to me. Josh had gone off to get out of his tuxedo.

Josh came back into the living room just as Amy finished shedding her clothes. He stopped short at the edge of the hallway clearly wondering if he should be seeing my sister in her state of undress. He gave a little "Ahem" to announce his arrival. He'd put on some cutoffs and a t-shirt, yet Amy and I together had less on than he did.

"Do you want some privacy while you change?" he asked to no one in particular.

"No," I replied. "We're fine. Come on in."

As he came forward into the room, I could watch his eyes jerking back and forth between Amy and me. I could actually see him comparing me with my sister -- our hips, the outline of our mons -- both clearly visible through our undies, our butts, the line of our backs, and our breasts -- now free from the confines of our dresses and frilly brassieres.

I went to him and pressed my body against him. "You are over dressed for the occasion." I lifted his t-shirt from his body. He cooperated but with a face full of questions. 

I rubbed the front of his pants, creating a lump of sizeable proportions. Amy watched us as she carefully folded her dress over the back of the sofa. 

Amy said, "Shouldn't you two be off 'consummating' or whatever it is newly married folk are supposed to do on their wedding night?" She grinned at us.

I undid Josh's belt as I replied, "Why yes. We'll 'consummate' right here. We need sisterly supervision, I think. Will you instruct us, oh wise older sister, in how to properly 'consummate'?" Josh's pants hit the floor; he'd gone commando and his large cock flopped out into the open air.

Amy came over to us. "First off, I need a 'real' kiss from my new brother." She flattened herself against Josh -- much to his surprise -- and engaged him in one very hot and very sensual kiss that lasted over a minute and obviously had lots of tongue in it.

I knelt beside the pair and as they separated I turned Josh to me and grabbed his rising cock. "I think I need to do something with this tube, don't I?" I asked Amy.

She knelt beside me as Josh stood and looked down at us, 'Yes, sis. You have to lick and suck this until it is 'done'."

I lapped at his cock, barely touching his penis. "Like this? Is this good enough? Oh, and how do I know when it's done?" I asked Amy again.

"No, no, no," she said in a mock scolding voice. "You're doing it all wrong. Here, let me show you." Amy grabbed Josh's cock and slid her hand up and down his shaft a few times than sank her mouth over the end completely, gradually working the shaft all the way into her mouth until there was no more cock showing -- a full deep throat.

Amy yanked her mouth off Josh's cock; he let out a long moan and an "Oh shit!" She said to me, "Now you try it."

I slurped onto his cock, not at all put off by the pre-cum that was rapidly materializing nor the generous dose of saliva my sister had left. This time, I jammed Josh's cock down my throat to show Amy I really did know what I was doing. 

Josh moaned again. "If you keep doing that I won't last long."

"Maybe I don't want you to, husband -- 'temporary husband.'" I told him. 

"Well 'temporary wife,' you and your beautiful sister will get a face full of cum if you persist," he said.

I let Amy inhale his penis again. I said to Josh as I looked up at him, "Maybe we'll just have to take that risk." I gave a happy grin. Josh was now hard as a rock. I stood a peeled off my little thong undies and as Amy sucked on Josh, pulled her undies down her legs. We were all nude.

Amy pulled off Josh and said, "I actually think he's 'done.' Now lie down on the couch and let him 'consummate.'" She emphasized the words. 

I lay back as Amy guided Josh to a kneeling position in front of me. He thrust forward and impaled me on his pole. Now I groaned as I clutched his shoulders then kissed him with passion. Josh pumped steadily and rapidly into my cunt. I could feel my muscles clutching him to me, tightening my vagina as he stroked into it.

I looked at Amy who had sat beside me on the sofa, "Is this enough of a 'consummation'?"

"You're doing fine, but save some for your big sis." She leaned in and kissed me then ran her mouth and tongue down my neck to my breasts. She sucked on a breast until my nipple rose to meet her attentions.

"Amy, lie back. Josh, make love to my sister -- fuck her."

The two repositioned. Amy grabbed Josh's cock and directed it to her wet pussy. He gently pushed into her but Amy pushed her body towards his to accelerate the process of joining.

"Oh, Josh, that's wonderful. You feel so good in me. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Oh, I love you. You are the best brother ever! Oooooooooh fuuuuuuuck!"

Josh pounded into Amy as I now leaned across and kissed her and then suckled on her nearest breast. I used one hand to roam all over her body, often reaching down and rubbing her clitoris as my new husband thrust his rigid penis into her vagina, her cunt, her pussy. I felt so stimulated as I watched the couple.

Amy came and shortly thereafter came again. I loved multi-orgasmic women, particularly since I'm one myself. Maybe all women are if they let themselves go into the moment. Amy was into the moment.

"Josh, go back to Megan. Make love to Megan."

Josh yanked his cock from Amy's pussy, making her moan loudly at the sudden withdrawal. "I'll be back," he said in an Arnold Schwarzenegger voice.

He came and thrust back into me. I reached beside me and diddled my sister as he resumed his pounding. Amy held her legs back to allow me access and to provide Josh a sight picture of her open pussy.

"I'm there," Josh announced. He pounded into me a few more times then deeply imbedded in my pussy, he exploded sending an ocean of cum into me. I came too, relishing the sweetness of our love and the passion of the moment.

I rolled Josh to our sides towards Amy. She helped pull him up on the couch, a good move except his penis disengaged from my body.

"Oh, look," Amy said. "Hot cum ... and all for me." She knelt on the floor and cleaned Josh just as the first rivulet of cum started to exit my creamy slit. Amy then lapped and probed deep into my slit as she tried to get every last drop of Josh's cum.  

"He tastes good," Amy said to me at one point. "An excellent choice. You did well, Sis." I liked her emphasis on our sisterhood; a little incest is good for the soul. I neared an orgasm but chose to hold off for now. I knew I'd have further opportunities that evening.

When she finished, Amy came up behind Josh again and we smothered him with kisses.

From the shadows of the entryway we then got an ovation, well, two people clapping. Jeremy and Alex had been standing there watching us for some period of time. I'd never heard the elevator door open to admit them.

As I looked I realized they hadn't exactly been standing there watching, they'd been doing some other stuff too. Both were nude and I could see small trace of cum running down Alex's leg. They'd fucked as they watched us apparently.

"You guys put on a great show," Jeremy said as they approached. "I hope you don't mind, we used your performances as the basis for visual stimulation as we engaged in similar activities."

I patted the sofa beside me. "Come and join us." Jeremy slid in behind me with a kiss. Alex nestled in behind Amy cupping her breasts as she kissed her shoulder. Amy seemed very receptive and leaned back to kiss Alex, albeit from an awkward angle.

Josh told them, "I got surprised. I didn't know my new sister could be so ... so cooperative, so lovely, so sexy, so squishy, so tight. What a nice welcome to the family. How long were you guys there by the way?"

Alex said with a chuckle, "Well, we watched the 'official' consummation then the handoff to Amy and then the crescendo back in the bride's steamy cunt. We came about the same time you guys did. I moaned a lot but I guess no one heard me."

Amy had turned more towards Alex. She used a finger to stroke up Alex's thigh, capturing a finger's worth of Jeremy's cum. She drew the finger to her mouth and tasted the mixture.

"Yummm," Amy exclaimed. "Everyone tastes so good tonight. It must have been something in the wedding cake. I might like to try that one too, if there's no objection." She gestured over to Jeremy's tumescent cock.

"There's no objection in this extended family," Alex told her gesturing to Jeremy. He smiled.

"Tonight, though, I'd like to be with my sis and new brother," Amy said thoughtfully. "I've decided to join you all in the Caribbean, however, so we'll have time to play I'm sure."

Alex pulled her into a kiss. She said, "Why don't you go with them ... and then, if Josh and Megan haven't totally tired you out, come and find us. Wake us if we've drifted off. You're too good to miss."

The five of us rose and headed off to the two bedrooms.

Amy and I sucked on Josh together a while, restoring his full-sized penis to a highly excited state. We took turns deep throating him. His staying power had been enhanced after one climax so we were able to play more without worrying about someone tipping over the edge.

Josh and I then worked Amy over for half an hour. We took turns bringing her to several orgasms with tongues, fingers, and hands. We found Amy's G-spot and, as I can be sometimes, she turned out to be a squirter. We were covered in her girl juice yet couldn't get enough of it. 

Josh and Amy worked me over, making lots of snide comments that I started about the slut bride. I explained carefully to them in a panting voice, "Many 'temporary girlfriends' become 'temporary wives' which is the same as being a 'slut bride.' We love people and the people we love we fuck! So let's fuck."

On that note, Josh rose and drove his hard cock into me again. He pulled out right away and repeated the process on my sister. 

"Amy, come over my face. I want to eat you," I directed.

As Josh plunged back into me, Amy dropped her pussy over me. My tongue and fingers returned to her pussy again, driving up into her as Josh drove his cock into me. 

"Oh, God, I love sex. I love you both so much," I gasped. 

A few minutes later as I fisted her cunt as she squatted over me, Amy exploded again with another emission of her ejaculate. Josh and I were covered by her orgasmic rush and didn't mind a bit. 

Amy collapsed on the bed beside me, grabbing Josh's cock from my pussy and licking all the juices off of him. Josh picked her up and turned her so he could drive into her body. This time I knelt over Amy's face and she duplicated the moves I'd just done to her on my body. I came as well, my juices squirting mostly over Amy's face, neck and chest. 

As I rolled to the side to recover, Josh said, "I'm near. Where would you like this load?"

"Oh, Josh," I told him, "Cum in my sister. Cum deep in her body like you do in mine. I want you to give her your love juice."

I'd no sooner finished that I could tell his climax had started. He thrust into Amy a few more times as she shrieked with delight. Then the two of them climaxed together, Amy wrapping her arms and legs around my new husband as he jettisoned his creamy cum in her body." I stroked Josh's back as he started to breath again then we kissed passionately. We leaned in and kissed Amy passionately too.

"I may never go back to Paris," Amy exclaimed. "This is the best sex I've ever had. Oh, I love you both so much." She hugged us both to her naked body.

"We may not let you go," I whispered. "I think we should make you our sex slave."

"Oh, I like that idea," Amy and Josh both said simultaneously. We all laughed.

I went down on Josh and cleaned his cock then ate a lot of his cum from my sister's pussy. She cooperated by spreading her legs wide for me as Josh held her and nibbled on her nipples.

Amy and I snuggled into Josh and we both made sleepy noises. The bed was a giant wet spot but no one seemed to mind. 

Amy then said, "Oh, I have to be some place nice, I think."

I went, "Huh?"

She said, "Alex and Jeremy invited me too, remember?"

I giggled and said, "Then get your pretty ass down the hall and be ready for a treat."

Amy left with a smile.

Josh and I snuggled into each other's arms just as we heard a shriek of joy from Alex. "Are you ready for the honeymoon?" he asked.

The next installment, 'Temporary Girlfriend: The Honeymoon,' will follow in a few weeks. You comments, votes and suggestions are all welcome.