American Princess
Copyright© 2025 by Wolf
Chapter 17: Jitters
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 17: Jitters - Princess ‘Carrie’ Caroline disappears, but for Jim she becomes a visitor who captures his heart. They start their adventures, dodging the public, authorities, and then abductors. Her new life sex, swinging, polyamory, and some wild parties, all while building a new career. The princess, Jim, and new friends fall in love and enjoy unusual experiences and adventures. Much sex.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Celebrity Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Anal Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Royalty
By traditional princess standards we were having a small wedding – about two hundred people received invitations. Two dozen others wrangled their way onto the invitee list for various reasons. We were lenient about accepting others.
Carrie’s family, starting with the King and Queen flew in from London, along with a contingent of uncles, aunts, and cousins, along with a small army of security men and women. A special jet flew everyone across the Atlantic four days before the wedding bringing the entourage that consisted of forty people the royal family plus security. Princess Emma flew over commercially a week before that.
The King, Queen, and several other ‘A’-List relatives had been to Washington before, but always for some kind of state visit. This was more social and thus didn’t command too much attention from the ‘A’-List Washingtonians. We did invite the U.K. Ambassador and his wife; both attended, if for no other reason than to re-meet the monarch and queen.
Marjorie also had a contingent of relatives starting with her parents. She was from central Pennsylvania near State College. Marjorie also invited a nice contingent of friends, mostly from work and her past college life...
My whole family including parents, aunts, uncles, and most cousins, flew in from Ohio. My close friends came with their SOPs. Four of the men were the ones with whom I’d been having dinner and drinks the night Carrie slipped into the back seat of my car. I’d gotten a lot of grief from them over that event, and turned it back on them by teasing that it wasn’t their car that she chose. I had a great quote for them: ‘Destiny is what life deals you; fate is what you do with it’.
Also, most of the people I work with and their significant others came, too. Everyone knew that I’d gotten engaged to the famous princess. Carrie had made a lot of friends at the TV station, too.
Emma stayed with us at the new house after her arrival ten days before the event. Jerry arranged 24/7 security around the whole house and property. When we returned from our honeymoon, we’d have the new house as our home, and have even heavier security for a while. Carrie was tolerant of his insistence. Although we closed on the house, there was still a punch list of major items to make it livable; thus, while we were away on our honeymoon, there’d also be a number of workmen tending to our ‘fix-it’ list.
We’d arranged with Jerry to be our personal bodyguard. This enabled him to be at the house with us, and also removed any suspicion of hanky-panky – of which there would be a lot. He was the consummate professional, and often checked and coordinated with the royal security staff that, at Carrie’s request, deferred to him.
Emma launched herself into my arms upon arrival. We frustrated her because we were all going out for drinks and dinner. She wanted sex. Thus, when we subsequently got home from the restaurant, Emma pulled me to our bedroom. She said, “Finally, you can make love to me again. Oh, I’ve missed you so.” I got a thousand little kisses as Marjorie and Carrie looked on and laughed.
Carrie joined Emma and me, and we turned her sister into a blithering and quivering mass of sexually satisfied female over the next two hours. Jerry and Marjorie were there, too. I’d never seen a girl cum so hard, so many times, as Em did.
The next morning, we all dressed to the nines, and left the house. There were about two-hundred reporters and camera people behind a cordoned off area at the end of the driveway. One of our security team was guarding the driveway with a makeshift gate. Two local policemen were there directing traffic and ensuring law and order. Our whole party walked out to join them. Jerry and Marjorie hung back. I noticed several TV cameras in the mix.
The sound of three hundred cameras snapping pictures can be deafening. Eventually, we shifted to taking questions behind a small podium someone had set up laden with microphones and other recording devices. Marjorie, noted TV personality that she’d become, moved behind the podium and acted as the moderator for a thirty-minute Q&A session.
I thought the questions were again inane, but we weathered through them: Are you excited about getting married? [Yes.] Does it bother you that you’ve only been going together for nine months? [No. We’re in love. Duh! ] Do you have plans for children? [Eventually and soon.] Are your parents happy? [Yes.] Where will you honeymoon? [It’s a secret, duh!]. How many people will be at your wedding? [Refer to the data sheet that you were all given.]. Princess, will your sister, the other princess be participating in the wedding? [Refer to the data sheet you were given.]. Who will be your best man? [Refer to the data sheet... ].
I expected some controversial questions, maybe about our threesome lifestyle, but they never arose. While we didn’t advertise our lifestyle, we didn’t hide it either. On several of the TV shows a few months earlier, when Marjorie was interviewed regarding the princess, she’d explicitly stated that we were living together in a polyamorous ‘triad’ relationship.
A few days later, those of us at the house took a limousine into downtown Washington, to attend a special brunch for those of the wedding party and guests that were in town and able to attend. That worked out to be about fifty or sixty people. The brunch was a buffet.
We connected with newly arrived royal entourage at the Washingtonian Hotel, where Carrie had changed her life – and mine. Marjorie’s and my parents were also there, and I could tell that my mother had my father under her thumb so he didn’t say something witty but inappropriate to any of the royals. They too were the most dignified I’d ever seen them. We had a brunch together, and I behaved myself despite seeing many opportunities for fun or sarcasm – probably like my father.
This was the first time my parents had met Carrie face-to-face, and they were especially impressed with her. Emma was officially the maid of honor, so she was in on all our festivities and also greeted my parents warmly. I thought my mother would melt at the various introductions. The media certainly still played up the ‘princess’ titles, so they all but bowed to her after my introductions.
Marjorie was also right beside us, and warmly greeted my mother and father. It had been well over a year since they’d seen her last. We didn’t get to Ohio all that often. After some chat, both women were pulled away to greet others, including some of the royal family.
My dad said, “That Marjorie will be quite a catch for someone. I like her.”
I smiled, “That’s good, because I caught her. She’s mine, too.”
My mother looked perplexed. “What do you mean?”
I rolled my eyes. We’d had this discussion on the phone several times in different words, but obviously my lifestyle did not sink in. Heck, probably until that day, they didn’t believe that I really lived with Princess Caroline. “Marjorie lives with us. We’re a threesome. We are in love with each other. Remember? We’re in a polyamorous relationship. A triad. Three days from now, when we wed, you’ll also see Carrie and I do a commitment ceremony with Marjorie.”
Dad lit up, “And if we allowed bigamy, you’d be marrying her, too?” Leave it to my father to sum things up in a tidy manner.
“You got it.”
My dad gave me a high five. He was cool, and knew cool when he saw it. We both laughed.
Mom looked on and she obviously didn’t get it. She said, “What do you mean you caught her, and that you are a threesome? What’s a polyglotus relationship?” I chuckled at how she mangled the name for how we lived.
Dad turned to her, “He is romantically and sexually involved with two women. He’s going to marry one tomorrow and ALSO make a commitment to the other. They will all live together in their new house.”
My mother turned scarlet. “Wow! You ... they ... how do you ... oh, never mind. I need to use my imagination more than I do. You’re way out there ahead of me.”
I laughed and so did my father. I heard him tell her, “I’ll explain more later. Just roll with it. Marjorie is just as important as Carrie to our son ... and to Carrie. Be nice to her.”
“Oh, I will. I will. I like her immensely.”
I added as a taunt to my mother, “Well, when we come to visit, just know that there’ll be three of us not two. We need a king-size bed.”
Marjorie’s parents had been included in the brunch festivities. I met them for the first time. They had already been clued in and understood about our lifestyle, so they were just glad to be meeting the people her daughter planned to spend the rest of her life with. I saw Carrie spend some significant time with them, too. She also looped back to my parents several times.
I did well, I think, meeting Carrie’s parents. I did bow and genuflect to each. I had talked to them several times on the telephone during some of Carrie’s calls to them. They were exceptionally polite and welcoming.
Brunch turned into a three-hour event with lots of tea and then after about one o’clock, a gradual shift to gin and tonics started for the British crowd, and craft beer or wine for the Americans. Carrie, Marjorie, Emma, and I all stayed off of the alcohol, lest we get too happy and say something we might regret. No one else, including Carrie’s parents seemed worried about that possibility.
Throughout the event, Jerry and a dozen other security types were visible around the perimeter of our gathering. Often one or two would sweep through the crowd, perhaps doing a headcount to be sure that no one has disappeared on them. I did feel safer.
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