American Princess
Copyright© 2025 by Wolf
Chapter 18: Ceremony
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 18: Ceremony - 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
I had planned to stay at Jerry’s condo the night before the wedding, so that the two women could honor the custom that the groom doesn’t see the bride(s) until they walk down the aisle to him. We laughed because we’d decided that Jerry should be ‘on duty’ with Carrie and Marjorie that night – and we knew what that meant. He gave me a shit-eating grin, and verified that I was okay about him ‘entertaining’ my two brides. Since they were okay with it, I was, too.
I was awarded Emma as my consolation prize, and we made love about four times that night and into the next morning. It was the first time we’d made love alone, without either Marjorie or Carrie or both being present. She was insatiable, and I felt pretty worked up about her, too. I wondered if I’d have any stamina left for my wedding night. Maybe Jerry would wear out my two brides.
Emma asked, “If I ever wanted to be part of your family, would you let me, the way Marjorie is, for instance?”
I said, “Emma, I love you, but doing that might be way too much for your parents to absorb. They almost went bonkers with Carrie being here in a polyamorous relationship. Losing you would shatter then.”
She giggled, “I know, but forget about them. Would you?”
“I would welcome you with open arms, and I know Marjorie and Carrie would, too. Be sure you want this life. So far, it’s ill-defined for us. This will be an unconventional marriage. We won’t be monogamous or exclusive with each other; we have and will be having sex with others, and even loving them – and I mean people beyond Jerry, although we’re not sure how or when they’ll come into our lives. We just know that we’re open to the idea. There will be great equality between us rather than me or one of them ruling the household. One of us will not own or control another; there’s no possessiveness.
“Our attention to outsiders will not produce jealousy; instead, we’ll have compersion – joy that our partner has found joy in another, even if that joy involves sex. We plan to be exceptionally honest and intensely communicative with each other. Our goal will be to help each other grow and evolve, and to have peak experiences and adventures. Basically anything goes.
“Also, we haven’t sorted out Carrie’s visa or green card, nor has she decided on the path she’s going to walk or how. Why don’t you watch us for a while and see if this is really something you want to be part of.”
“Who would I marry to get a permanent visa or green card?”
“Whoa! Wrong question. If that’s your goal, our lawyer tells me the U.S. Customs and Immigration Service will discern that and rule against you in many ways. We’re optimistic that with the investment Carrie is making here, with our unplanned and unpremeditated romance before she arrived, and with the robust wedding, that we’ll pass with flying colors. That said there’s still a chance we might not be together quite the way we want.”
Emma nodded, and then her nodding started to include my cock in her mouth, and then I was ready again, and soon her lithe naked body was atop mine as we madly fucked. I wondered how many grooms enjoyed their soon-to-be sister-in-law the night before the wedding. I suspected it wasn’t many, but I did have the thought that the number wasn’t zero.
Despite our long hours making love the night before, Emma and I were alert and eager when we got up. I dropped her by our new house on my way into downtown, and she went up to join her sister and Marjorie in preparing for the wedding. I saw the limousine waiting the home’s courtyard waiting for the wedding party, although they wouldn’t be ready for another couple of hours. The presence of the long vehicle also meant that the mothers were probably at the house helping out.
My mother had looked forward to being part of the bride’s contingent of doting mothers. My parents had two sons, and I often heard her remark that she also wished that she’d had a daughter or two to buy frilly things for and to pamper.
I drove into the city, a relaxed commute on a Saturday morning. I went to the National Cathedral and checked in with the minister and the wedding planner. I slipped away into a locker room, shaved, showered, and got into my tuxedo.
My older brother Doug who would be my best man had arrived late the night before from Denver, where he had a large consulting project. He’d stayed at a nearby hotel. He quickly got into his tux, and then I walked him through the entire ceremony since he’d missed the rehearsal the night before.
Doug and I also talked about the past nine months, and what Carrie and Marjorie were like, how our parents had taken the news of the threesome lifestyle, and then I also informed him about Emma, and how I’d spent the previous night. He just shook his head in awe and disbelief.
I suggested that he be sure to spend time with Emma, since I also thought the two of them would make a nice couple at the wedding. “You two will have a lot in common that I’m sure you’ll like. You think alike, and except for her accent, you say the same things in the same ways. Talk to her. I’m sure you’ll like her ... besides, she’s a really hot young woman, who may even be a sure thing for you.
Doug laughed at my matchmaking, but promised to be a good escort for the ‘other’ princess. We’d already had a telephone call about manners and behaviors around the royal family. I invited him to come and stay at the house the rest of his time in D.C.
Guests started to arrive and be seated in the sanctuary about forty-five minutes before our eleven-a.m. wedding. I recognized several of them, so went and chatted with them until the wedding planner nudged me into a back room. I guess the groom was also supposed to stay out-of-sight, at least for some of the time leading up to the ceremony.
Organ music started about fifteen minutes before the hour. At eleven-ten, being politely delayed to accommodate those looking for parking spaces, the wedding planner came into the anteroom Doug and I were in and instructed us to walk into our positions at the front of the church.
Unlike some weddings where the groom and best man appear together near the altar and watch every body come down the aisle, I came out and stood by the altar alone. I was joined shortly by the minister. Doug went to the sanctuary entry to be part of the processional, escorting Emma just before Marjorie and then Carrie made their appearances on their fathers’ arms.
The organ music changed and segued into the wedding march, everyone in the church stood, and then the groomsmen and bridesmaids followed the flower girl and boy down the aisle on a snow-white ribbon of carpet two groomsmen – my buddies – had unfurled. Rose petals had been cast by the young children during their walk to the altar.
The women in the wedding party all looked so pretty, and then came Emma, then Marjorie, and then Carrie. I was in love all over again. God, I was the luckiest man in the universe.
Five minutes later we stood before the throng of family, royals, friends, and guests, plus whoever was watching us on live television ready to say our vows and hear the short homily the minister planned. I could see four television cameras covering the widely publicized event.
I’d nearly forgotten that the wedding was being carried live on national television. I certainly was not used to such notoriety. In many ways this was turning out to be the wedding of the year, at least according to People magazine in the U.S. and Hello magazine in the U.K. I also noted the videographers, several photographers, and six members of the press who Marjorie had selected as the inside ‘pool’ team. They would share their photos and observations with the rest of the media. One requirement that she’d had was that the cameras could make no noise, so as they took photos the usual annoyance of shutter clicks was absent.
Carrie and I moved into position and the minister conducted the wedding service. After, Carrie and I had said our “I do’s,” the two of us turned and faced Marjorie who stepped forward. We’d written some vows that we said with her, too, but this part was a commitment ceremony between each of us. The word ‘Love’ occurred a lot throughout.
I turned to face the attendees in the church, kissed Carrie and then Marjorie, each took ahold of one of my arms, and we moved as a threesome down from the altar to the white carpet runner, and then as some organ music restarted, went along to the back of the church where, together with others in our procession, our parents, my brother, and Emma, we’d be in a receiving line.
The receiving line took over an hour. My feet were begging for respite by then, and it was only twelve-thirty. The photographers then took about an hour’s worth of photos in every conceivable combination of the primary wedding party. Once in a while, I was aware of a TV camera lurking nearby.
Only then were we allowed to file into the various limousines waiting to take us to the Hay-Adams Hotel, where the reception was by then underway in their rooftop facility. Off some of the balconies of the large function room we were in on their twelfth floor, were the White House and a perfect view of the Washington Monument.
Most of the guests were already at their tables by the time we arrived, ran through a few more pre-meal photographs, and then officially arrived in the dining room to a round of applause and rousing toasts. We sat, and the meal service quickly began. I was starved, and I guessed that many of the guests were, because we all got into eating rather quickly.
Some photographers and TV cameramen moved silently around the room. I expected there’d be interesting news coverage of all this on the six o’clock news.
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