Episode 1: dEARLY beLOVEd

Dallas, Texas!

Debbie did it here more than a few times! Well, maybe not at a Church! Of course, Debbie was only one slut in Dallas by that name so anything could happen. Let’s make that WOULD happen! Time for a good ole’ fashioned wedding!

“Good grief! What was Skye thinking when she chose the bridesmaid dresses?” Father of the Bride, Rick Turner leaned over to his stunning wife Marci with a bit of stress in his whisper. More worry what family and friends might think. A few elderly scowls but that was to be expected. At least the grandparents weren’t here to witness the blessed event. Bad health they would rely on photos later.

“Oh, stop! They are lovely.” Gently distracted by eyes upon her from various angles Momma Marci did her best to communicate with her hubby. She knew she was a looker but of late she had sensed a deeper fondness for her beauty. Something she had sorely missed over the last five years. Losing those extra 20 pounds did wonders on her curves.

“I will admit that they are a bit too snug considering the color scheme. White and pale peach really doesn’t hide much, does it? I think it’s cute how Skye chose to let her sisters pick out their own styles and not be stale in looking the same. It is her wedding we have no say even if we did pay for it.” Marci knew Rick would bring up the financials.

“Much? Their dresses barely hide anything. How did you let this get by you? Christ! Just look at all of the guys around us.” More males than females packed the side of the church occupied by the groom’s family Brody Remington. “Every single one is gawking and stripping our daughters with their eyes. It’s bad enough the dresses are tight without those long slits up both sides of their skirts. Any higher and the girl’s underwear might be spotted.”

Marci Turner smirked, patting her husband on the arm as he held her hand. “You might want to take a closer inspection. I don’t mean literally, but I can’t believe you haven’t realized that they are all going commando. With dresses like these the slightest thread even from a thong would ruin the look.”

Rick stared back at Marci with a creased brow until it all sank in. “WHAT?”

“Calm down, Daddy-in-Law! The dress colors might be tricky but at least it’s not completely transparent.” Bullshit! Nipples protruding with areola shade demanded attention. What hit home most was the fact that he could not believe his wife allowed their youngest daughter to wear anything that revealing. Even more, how could the church allow it. Something sinister was afoot. Rick had a very bad hunch that the groom’s filthy rich father had something to do with it all. Trevor Remington was nice enough but devious as they came.

“Not see through? Good God! Look at...” He bit his tongue not wanting to admit that he was looking at the perfect little asses on all four of his daughters. At least his oldest, the bride Skye, her wedding dress had a massively helpful train to mask her shape.

Not her sisters however! Even the baby of the bunch Chloe Turner had a deep shadowy backdoor crevice that her silk skirt was dramatically dipping into. Olivia and Lacey, the middle twins even deeper due to being workout junkies at their college gym. They might as well have been nude. The cleavage of their dresses was even more troublesome. A constant tug to keep their shoulder less burden up often went without. Oh, there were straps but they preferred them off to the side to promote their gorgeous shoulders. He had noted upon their passing that with each step their breasts were turbulent. He had to ask, more form his own opinion. Fact!

“They aren’t even wearing bras. I can see nipples.”

“What part of commando don’t you understand? Honey! Even I went without.” Wink! Wink!

“I didn’t think so. Wait! What?” Although Marci wore a darker dress, he now noticed Marci’s own nipple erection and cocked a brow. Nice! Why were they so aroused? Hmm! Secretive tongues wagging her way perhaps. Blown kisses? Blatant pointing at crotches with obvious erections present? All of the above. Marci was sweating for her own dilemma. So many! So many! “Forgive my saying this about our daughters, but I think they are growing up way too fast.”

“I know. This wedding will likely be a chain reaction. Only three more to marry off.”

“Don’t remind me! So much for any early retirement.”

“Long gone, Honey.”

“Man, I can’t take all of these eyes stripping our girls.” Marci was actually enjoying her personal voyeurs. Strip away! She knew a lot of it had to do with her tight black dress and window cleavage. Skye had asked her mother to think outside the box on this day. Marci like her daughter Skye had her breasts redone years ago. Rick loved those melons. So did everyone else it seemed. Thank you, Skye!

“I feel like jumping up and pointing at everyone.” Marci’s nipples were doing that for you. “Eyes on the Bride.” Oh, No! Eyes on the mother of the Bride, Marci begged to differ within her thoughts.

She laughed at his overprotective nature. So cute! So pointless! She knew how headstrong her girls were. In turn they knew just how sexy they were long before this day. Marci herself for 43 had more than her share of youthful eyes exploring her curves even before today. Some even family! How awkward, how stimulating. MILF had a nice ring to it. Composing herself for her man’s sake Marci simply hugged his arm. Even if she met eyes with many of her lustful admirers. It was exhilarating!

Throughout their lives Rick was the finest father a wife could ask for. He treated each of their daughters with love and respect. They returned the favor, even when they often tested him. Marci knew he struggled raising four girls. Not just in dealing with any of their gentleman callers or lost virginity. In some cases, he knew more of what his girls were like than Marci did. So, he thought!

How many times had he witnessed things that a father shouldn’t? Hot young girls wearing nothing but towels or next to nothing underwear. Laying outdoors sunbathing in the backyard butt ass naked to avoid tan lines. Hell, there were points in time where they even flirted or teased Rick himself. Skye had been busted three times sunbathing in the nude out on their ranch, even masturbating. Big Daddy Rick simply swallowed dryly on those days and kept his mouth shut. At least out on the farm there was nobody to witness it. Besides him!

He generally blew it off and went about his daily routines. As long as they loved him that was all that mattered. They were always very affectionate toward him. Their hugs tight! Chests crushing against his. Their pecks on the cheek sometimes lingering. It was never easy. To say he never once fantasized about any one of his girls would be a bold-faced lie. But acting upon it, absolutely not!

The memories were endless. Secrets kept from Marci easy enough. It wasn’t as if she did not have any of her own. What made things even more difficult over the last two years Marci had albeit given up on sex. Rick hated that part but didn’t really fight her on it. It was pretty much only enacted on birthdays and their anniversary. Always on Super Bowl Sunday just to prove she was more important than any championship ring.

“Do you see the way Brody’s groomsmen keep eying the girl’s cleavage? It amazes me they didn’t trip over their tongues on the runway.”

“The girls are beautiful.” She rather enjoyed the tongues. Marci had calculated eight different young men doing their best impressions of a lizard’s tongue toward her when Rick wasn’t looking.

“Right! But, come on, I seriously think we need to keep an eye out later at the reception. We’re three hours from home I don’t want them out of our sight.”

“Trust, Darling! They are young adults after all.”

“Chloe is ... I can’t get past that fact.”

“Relax and hush! They’re getting ready to light the unity candle.”

All remained silent for the next few minutes as Rick remained on guard, policing eyes all around them. The girls noticed it too. No matter how hard it was to hide, each of them had such dramatic nipple hard on, very thick nipples at that, they were almost flaunting it. Being soft silk the dresses were unable to mask them. Pink behind pale peach and white, yeah, naked!

Strangely, the girls seemed to look thankful for being noticed. Their expressions offered nibbled lips and flaring bright eyes. Rick forgot his quest the second he realized their reactions. Eyes meeting with all three of his youngest they fluttered fingers at him. So much love. It took Marci to flutter her own fingers back at them to regain his composure. He just knew it was he they were waving at. Not their mother!

Similar actions for the final ten minutes led to emotional vows and a Mister and Mrs. Brody Remington. “I thought they removed the obey portion in the wedding vow. Funny, Skye agreed to the obey, but the pastor didn’t even ask Brody the same question. That’s one-sided as hell.” Ah, well! It was just words after all!

Recognition established it took another twenty minutes to greet the guests before pictures. Once the married couple joined the photographer things got really interesting. Watching the group photo of groomsmen and bridesmaids Rick had to narrow his eyes as the boys stood behind his daughters. All of them had their hands on the hips of the girls. The open sided skirts revealed lengthy legs for such short girls. The hands of those boys lingered a tad low just so that their fingertips could touch flesh, literally beneath the dress material. The girls seemed to enjoy the attention. That is until Rick pointed at the boys, his mental threat forcing their retreat. The girls laughed at their father for his guardian angel skills.

As the photographer switched things up to take a picture of Marci and Skye, Rick found Chloe, Lacey, and Olivia racing to their father’s side giggling. He was smothered by their hugs and unexpectant teasing.

“Is daddy jealous?” Olivia hugged his left arm while reaching up to pat his cheek.

Lacey like a bookend on his other arm whispered up toward her dad. “Did it bother you we were getting felt up? I liked it.” Olivia in turned nodded that she enjoyed it too.

“Of course it did. You’re my daughters! They should respect you more than that.”

“I liked it too.” Chloe pouted, hugging her dad face to face, her chest pressing against his sternum. He stared directly down into her cleavage. In doing so Chloe grinned sheepishly, “Who’s the perv now?”

Lacey and Olivia bumped Rick’s broad shoulders between them and shook their 36C’s at their dad. Who was jealous now? The shuffle within allowed their cleavage to slip dangerously lower until very nearly a nipple slip. Guys all around them were biting their knuckles and praying that their juicy areolas were going to peek out.

“Sorry!” Rick lifted his chin to roll his eyes toward the blue sky. “These dresses are just a little too revealing. Guys can’t keep their eyes off of you.”

“Neither can you, Old Man.” Olivia chuckled!

“Old man? I hate to tell you but I’m just as sturdy as I was at your age.”

Lacey squeezed his hardened bicep through his tuxedo jacket. “This is really hard. How is that side Liv?” Olivia in turn squeezed his opposite bicep.

“Rock hard.”

Chloe stepped back and ran her palms inside her dad’s coat, rolling them across his abs. “Hard here too. I think dad’s telling the truth.”

“Would I lie to my three beautiful girls? Well, four, but Skye isn’t as close as you three are at this second.”

The trio shrugged as one before proceeding to tickle Rick. Fending them off was not easy. They held on for dear life. In their wrestling match their cleavages drooped beyond the danger zone. Formations of their large areolas began freeing themselves. Only Chloe pulled herself together. Far more mischievous Olivia and Lacey let their vertical hem line sink a bit further before hearing their mom yell out that more photos were needed. This time Rick pulled himself together to join Skye for a father, daughter pic.

The girls avoided direct eye contact with him and faced a large congregation of groom Brody Remington’s college friends. On the sly both twins tugged their cleavage down to expose their nipples in the entirety of their blossoming petals. Bumblebee dream! The silent whistles led to awe and angst. More than a few inseams were palmed just to show the twins how much they enjoyed their teasing. Dry humping open air had the girls in stitches. Just that fast the girls closed shop, razzed the boys and stepped back amidst the wedding party.

Side by side with his eldest Skye, she and Rick hugged each other tightly. Skye placing her right hand on her dad’s arm locked their bond. Her own cleavage monstrous, crushed against his bicep. Larger than her sisters at 38D, she like they, could barely keep them in.

“Your sisters are a handful today.” He whispered, smiling for the photographer.

“We all are. You should know that by now.” She lowered her bouquet to mask something he hadn’t counted on. A massive erection. Realizing his daughter had noticed it and attempted to come to his rescue during the photograph meant a lot.

“Where did that come from?” He swallowed dryly!

“Wow! Awful hefty today, Dad.” Skye giggled! “Maybe you should avoid your daughters.”

“Right! Trust me that was not planned.”

“You better go find a dark corner and take care of that bad boy before mom gets the wrong idea.”

Skye was right. She couldn’t hide him a second longer or she herself would look bad. Hugging him tightly her own bosom smashed into his chest. Utilizing the flowers to hide her, she sneakily patted his erection. “Go take care of him. I’ll cover for you.”

“You did not just pat my dick!”

“I did. Don’t tell Brody. Or do! It might make our honeymoon steamier.”

Rick’s eyes quivered at her touch. “Why would you do that?”

“I love you, Daddy.” She winked then turned away to leave him even harder. Careful to hide it from Marci he chose to stand behind his wife. Marci just had to make matters worse.

“How about a picture of the Father of the Bride with all four of his daughters?”

The girls swarmed in around Rick as Marci and Brody watched. Luckily, Brody chose to distract Marci with conversation while Olivia and Lacey crouched in front of Rick. Chloe and Skye stood to each side of him. Placing his hands behind his daughters they prepared to say cheese.

The second they did he casually slid his hands to their lower back. Chloe suddenly felt his hand creep even lower over the silky tress of her ass. His touch made her tremble and look up at him with sparkling admiration. Skye too felt his hand, but her train padded his approach. She merely grinned and rose up onto her toes to peck her dad’s cheek.

“Patting down the bride? How dare you, Sir.” She whispered as Rick growled over his stupidity, finding himself embarrassed by the move. He really hadn’t planned on his roaming hands.

“Guess we’re even now. Did Brody see it?”

“Nope! Flirting with mom. Wouldn’t matter!” Sure enough, Brody was hip to hip with Marci on one side, his father Trevor to her left equally as chummy. Marci tried to remain calm at their cozy confinement just in case Rick was watching. That, or her sister Peggy. She did appear tense yet smiled. Maybe it had to do with the Remington boys palming her ass. Marci did not dissuade them. Bad Mom!

While kneeling, Olivia and Lacey’s split skirts fanned wide over their legs exposing flesh clear up to their hip. Onlookers actually caught a glimpse of inner paradise. An entire leg each was out in the open, while their attentions turned toward Rick’s crotch. They were deviously eying his girth before sharing a glint of mental stimulation. Rick looked down to see their roving eyes and smirked. Unexpected for sure! Why were his girls looking at it? Curiosity? Discomfort? Not by their expression. Interest? He had to swallow.

“Okay! Hop up before guys start breaking out cell cameras and it looks awkward.” Rick prodded the twins. They giggled and listened to him but feigned losing balance, their cheeks intentionally grazing both sides of his tented erection. Dear God! Trapped between their cheeks he nearly came in his boxers. Evil little whores! Fortunately, it only lasted a second or five.

A sympathetic photographer named Alison winked at Rick once he was free of his bad situation. Oddly, Alison wiggled her eyebrows at Rick just before calling for a new set of pictures.

“No way did the ginger, not see what Liv and Lace just did. Was the photographer flirting with me?” Alison Queen was pretty hot herself for a ginger with pale skin. An obvious 40G breast enhancement helped her already stunning beauty. “Naa! I better steer clear of even talking to her. Marci can handle that.” So, not helping his erection.

Breaking up Marci’s side-by-side cheekiness Alison called for more photos with Brody’s dad Trevor Remington posing with Skye. Whispers between them led to a sneaky kiss on the lips. What the hell? Lipstick left behind! It kept Alison busy, ending the session.

Brody’s mother Rebecca had passed away when he was fifteen, so their side of the pics was minimal. After a warm embrace Skye and Brody joined together to walk out the exit toward the gathering where rice was thrown, and bubbles floated helplessly. Rick hadn’t even picked up on Brody charming his wife, Marci. Nor the exchanged kiss between Skye and Trevor. A few of Skye’s college age cousins on Marci’s side put an end to Marci’s own high on being noticed. MILF/ Cougar in the making! The compliments kept on coming.

A white limousine awaited the wedding party. It was more than Rick could handle watching the girls bend over to enter the limousine. The crease between their ass cheeks was all too vibrant. Lacey lingered knowing her clam shaped pussy would leave a damp imprint for all to witness. Seeing this gave Rick the chills as he overheard boys whistle and older guys mumble their second childhood. For a moment he was bitter then he smirked in thought. Revelation! “Damn straight! My girls are smoking hot. Fuck it! Drool away, you dumb fucks.”

“Let’s go Romeo.”

Having escaped her ogling nephews Marci rejoined Rick and broke down his ego as she directed him toward the parking lot. Their pearl-colored Escalade was waiting to get them to the reception hall. It was time for stiff drinks, dancing, cake, and speeches. Walking hand in hand to their ride Rick opened the passenger side door gallantly to offer Marci an escorted entry.

Prepared to palm her butt in a frisky manner he noticed someone had beat him to it. A “What the fuck!” moment Rick looked at his own palm and compared sizes with the sweat imprints over both of her ass cheeks. Whomever had their hands on his wife’s ass was definitely male. A hand or hands equally as large as his. Hmmm! Red flag moment, he let it go. For now!

A fifteen-minute ride later Marci and Rick relocated to Maverick Center reception hall to find everything set up beautifully. Marci’s older sister Peggy with the help of her son’s Kyle, Aiden, Connor, and Kody had taken care of décor and making things as esthetically perfect as their imaginations could before the wedding. As Marci joined her sister, Rick paced the hall waiting on the limo to arrive. It was taking forever, almost thirty minutes longer than it should have.

Unknown to him Brody had paid the driver to pull their limo into a park where he abused his wife and sisters-in-law. Sexually active all of them, Skye had already spoken to her bridal party sisters about some risqué insanity before heading to the reception. A few drinks before the wedding alone had Olivia and Lacey all over the groomsmen, voluntarily sucking dicks. Chloe was a tad more hesitant, but she did show off a bit at least. Pussies were eaten as reward.