Chapter 42: St. Croix Wedding I

DAVE

I knew Brad Lighter had money, but he proved it for those of us heading to the island for his wedding to Lisa Rendall.

Brad rented a commercial-like jet to fly us all down there. Not just us, however. Also on the plane were the musicians they liked, a minister that they’d had couples’ counseling with and who would conduct the ceremony, the wedding planner, both sets of parents, two grandparents, and a couple of siblings with their families. We filled the jet.

My parents were on the plane mainly because they were part of the Sex Club (our group of friends, if anybody asked). Mel’s parents were babysitting Beth and Scott for the week we’d be gone. They’d get help from Willow and Tracy that we’d also arranged.

Because of the ‘muggles’ on the plane, those of us in the Sex Club had to behave. Mel defined a ‘muggle’ as anybody not in or aware of our Sex Club and all the things we did. Thus, at least on the trip down, nobody joined the Mile High Club.

Personally, I slept. I had a feeling there wouldn’t be too much of that going on once we got to the island. Mel was next to me, but talked across the aisle with my mother, probably plotting some nefarious tasks for me to perform.

At the island airport, the passengers were soon in one of five jitney busses that would take us to the Isaac Bay Resort at the east end of the island. At least through the day of the wedding, we had taken over the resort.

A second wedding planner met the busses at the hotel with a table set up to distribute keys to our rooms or mini-villas (cottages) where we’d stay for the week. There were also maps of the resort and its many amenities.

The resort was truly tropical and lush. Thick greenery adorned nearly every space off the paths of the place. Mel and I were assigned to a mini-villa, that was really a duplex. Our next-door neighbors were Cindy, Trish, and Wendy. We had two doors in the unit that we could open between the living spaces, and that was the first order of business.

One feature of the Isaac Beach resort was that it bordered a public beach that was a lot harder to navigate to than through the resort. That beach was one of the most popular places in the Caribbean for nude bathing.

Our group was on the beach about ten minutes after being in our cottage. The girls had brought their briefest bikinis, so were marginally legal. One look around, and the bras for the bikinis all came off. There was then a very sexy period where everyone rubbed suntan lotion on everybody else. We were then on chaises, as more and more from our group found the beach. Several of the chaises were double-wide, and various couples populated those.

Even some of the band members came down to the water. It was certainly convenient. Brad and Lisa joined, and everyone was thanking them for both the easy trip down to the island and the great accommodations.

I started a conversation with Ross Buckman, the minister. He taught religion and spiritual studies at the university, and considered himself spiritual but not religious. That statement made me laugh, but he explained that he was a theist, but didn’t think any of the organized religious sects had an exclusive ‘in’ with God.

“I like my own brand of spirituality. I think we’re spiritual beings having a human experience, that we co-create our lives with that Spiritual or God force, and that our purpose is to grow and evolve in both this realm and in the spiritual realm ... And, if you get me started, I will philosophize about any and all of those tenets the rest of our trip.

I wondered about how Ross would fit in with our group, but less so when Lisa came over and sat in his lap and kissed him. She was almost naked, and thrust one of her breasts in his mouth, which he obviously appreciated and sucked on for a bit to make her happy. He had not seemed shocked by the nakedness of the females, nor the come-on from Lisa. I felt sure they’d been sexually intimate.

She whispered to me, “I’ve told Ross about our group, and I think he should belong.” She winked at me, and I took that to mean that I should evaluate his presence in a larger perspective.

Lisa and Brad circulated so they talked to everybody. The wedding planners, Patti, and a gorgeous black girl named Jamaica, also went around and made sure to meet everyone. Patti had done some of that on the plane with us. Jam, as she told us to call her, was native to the island and handled the island-side for many destination weddings. She and Patti had worked together several times before.

I learned that Jamaica’s last name was Sunset, the time of day that she’d been born twenty-five years earlier. She started working in the hotel and hospitality business when she was twelve with her mother, and then decided to stay and work in it but from a different angle. She claimed to know every resort on the island like the back of her hand.

Patti, on the other hand, seemed to have an intimate relationship with Ross. As she circulated, every few visits she come by him and give him a kiss. I also had the feeling that she was trying to involve Jam with them in some way – pushing them together.

I learned the Jamaica had arranged for the resort spa to be heavily supplemented by some other hair stylists, masseurs and masseuses, nail specials, skin treatment professionals, and even hair removal experts. Anyone could just book a time; there were no fees. Well, Brad and Lisa and them covered, I guess.

MEL

Dave and I signed up for a couple’s ‘erotic’ massage the next morning. I was curious how the resort and the additional staff covered that topic. Bob and Mary also liked that idea.

We remained on the beach for the afternoon, and then discovered that hors d’oeuvres and additional drinks were being served there for the cocktail hour. Some sexy waitresses came down carrying trays of canapes and some men appeared with a large wheeled portable bar that could negotiate the sand. Impressive.

The near-nudity remained, and no one seemed perturbed. The rest of our destination trippers that had been on the plane joined us. I got a report from Ken about the best equipped gym he’d ever worked out in, and from Neal and Mandy a report on really nice tennis courts. They did report that there was a pickleball court somewhat isolated from any of the buildings because of what they’d been told was the annoying noise.

Dinner was on the resort’s patio with tiki torches burning around the edge to ward off insects. We all lingered over dinner. Patti sat near me, and I did confirm that she and Ross were an item. She referred to them as fuck buddies, but nothing more serious.

I asked, “How much did Brad or Lisa tell you about some of our group?”

She looked around the table surreptitiously. She whispered, “You mean about the Sex Club. I learned a lot, actually. Ross, too; we were together when we got briefed. I hope you’ll include us in your festivities – here and then back home. We actually have some things planned to facilitate that part of the wedding observance.” She flashed me an evil grin. “Some are kind of kinky.”

Patti Arlington was small, perky, busty, and outgoing, and probably what I was like about seven or eight years earlier. I remember thinking that Dave will enjoy being with her for a romp in the hay. She seemed open to the idea of sharing with everybody.

That thought gestated in my head for a few minutes and then I decided to help it along. “Did you meet Dave?” I pointed down the table to where he sat between Trish and Ashley.

“Yes, briefly,” Patti said. I detected some eagerness in her tone.

“I’m his wife, in the club that you were told about, and, if you’re interested, I would sure appreciate it if you could get to know him better – a lot better, actually. You won’t regret being with him, I assure you.” I gave her a wink that I hoped implied a lot of sexual satisfaction.

Patti caught on immediately. “That can happen after dinner, unless he’s locked in with the women that he’s with. I’m still honing my seduction skills, but I think this’ll be a cinch. In a private talk with me, Lisa mentioned him specifically.”

“The two girls that he’s with are neighbors. I think I can divert their attentions in other directions.”

Patti made sure no one was listening. “On another note, Ross is really hoping to meet and hook-up with Dixie Sparks.” I got the widest grin ever from her.

I chuckled, “Well, tell him that Dixie is a push-over with a little foreplay.”

Two-hours later, Ross and Patti accompanied Dave and me back to our mini-villa. We took turns watching each other: first, as we removed each other’s clothes – what little we wore; and second, watching the foreplay and lovemaking that took place.

Ross had a very talented tongue that knew its way around a pussy, especially one like mine with large labia minora that were kind of floppy and could be sucked into a suitor’s mouth. He told me that he liked how I tasted, too; and that just amplified his attention to my little cooter.

Dave demonstrated some of his Tantric Sex skills to Patti without telling her what he was doing. He spent nearly an hour stroking her sexy little body with his fingertips and then his tongue. He kissed her everywhere. They held hands, and he whispered sweet nothings in her ear.

Patti was ready long before Dave finally allowed the sexual union. He started in the missionary position, and captured her eyes with his, staring deep into her soul as she locked onto him.

Dave got her “up on the step’, as he called it. She was having an orgasm, but it wasn’t something that started and ended. Instead, it built slowly over time, even before he penetrated her vagina with his stiff cock, and then just didn’t end as long as he chose to sustain it by doing more touching, pumping, and love-gazing and such.

Patti melted like a candy bar on a hot sidewalk. They fucked for nearly forty minutes. Ross and I had a couple of orgasms, and then he was back inside me for a second round, but watching his erstwhile girlfriend fucking with Dave.

Ross asked, “He’s gone all this time and hasn’t cum?”