Not Quite a White Knight Book 6
Copyright© 2026 by LolaPaul
Chapter 9. Wedding Reception
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 9. Wedding Reception - Volume 6 has 3 parts: 1. In “Marital Adventures of Sin-Sin in the Rain Forest,” Cynthia (in her second trimester) warms the Patron’s bed, then publicly initiates a brave new lifestyle with a very bold (public sex) marriage ceremony that shows all. Tony and others join her after. 2. "Irene's Boon" is satisfied with more than 24 hours of naked play with our hero. 3. "Jessica" pitches her problem, and earns a long naked weekend in a dorm where 2 dozen folks will enjoy her magnificent charms.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Sharing Wife Watching Incest Father Daughter Grand Parent Group Sex Swinging Oriental Female Hispanic Male Hispanic Female Indian Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Oral Sex Pregnancy Sex Toys Public Sex
Saturday (late afternoon) September 27, 2008
During the reception I had a chance to chat with Ximena’s parents. They had known of their daughter’s unique lifestyle interest for some time. They supported her even if they did not understand where their grandchildren would come from. They talked to the Patron at the first signs and he was sure things would work out.
When I arrived, Ximena and I were so wrapped up in our assignment and getting to know each other that there was simply no time for me to just chat with them. But now things were different, their daughter was going into the military and she was married. But for the time until then I assured them that we would find time for them. Maybe a regular Sunday dinner?
Yes, that was a lovely and thoughtful idea. We had a deal.
Ximena’s father embraced me as a daughter and was so glad that I was doing this double duty to the Colony, helping his daughter decide what she wanted while making my own child. Maybe some of that would rub off on Ximena? They had heard about my urges going both ways, so maybe their daughter would pick up of some of that as well. Maybe their daughter could like girls but still present them with grandchildren. Her blushing mother said motherhood was my first task as the wife of the future Patron. Also, she smiled as she reminded her husband of his night of instruction with the mother of Paulo and Toad. It was a thought that was repeated with the other people I talked to. They had a personal contact, a memory of such a night when the highest served the least with the greatest pleasure they could imagine.
When they said that I had to think that the tradition that had come from the old world as a warlord’s “right of first night” to take an innocent maiden’s purity had mutated into a chance for the Patron and his wife - who would be me - to serve their people’s pleasure in the most private and intimate ways. During this service my husband and I would not even be together, to share what we were doing! Well, maybe that would change. I wanted to make a note of the idea, but with nothing to write on I called Mer and Per over and asked them to remind me. I gave them three words, “Droit, mutated, together?” Then I asked them to remind me of that exact phrase.
The wedding night tradition was clearly not viewed as a scandal or gratuitous, it was all they knew. So it was viewed by all as a lasting gift from the Patron and his woman to the people that kept giving to the Colony. My pregnancy and my child formed a critical step into the future of the Colony. If my son became Patron, he would serve the granddaughters of these people, it was a fact the mothers I saw were very much aware of.
After Ximena’s family we chatted with my family and their host family. I have to say, Tonto was very well-behaved when talking to our essentially naked bodies, he gave Pammie no cause to be upset. Their host family also greeted us warmly, the daughter was angling for me to invite her to Part 2, but I said that was her mother’s decision. Pammie was the stiffest of the lot, she was plainly uncomfortable with all she wanted to say to me but had the sense to keep silent. Tony, on the other hand, was very relaxed in this setting with us. It was a first for him. Well, he knew something I didn’t know. He had a kiss on the cheek for Ximena and said he hoped to see her “some more” in the future, and that he was willing to “help” her in any way he could.
Actually, she had an idea about that. She had to stay in shape for Basic Training in Chile, so she proposed exercises and running together on a regular schedule, starting after the honeymoon. Tony agreed, it would do them both good to get regular exercise.
Pammie cut Tonto off from volunteering, she said they would be doing their rock collections by then. She would need Tonto along.
After that Mer and Per came over to join us. They would be at the ceremony tonight, in the front row, where they would be looking at an example that could be part of their future. I stressed that our husband would not demand such things of them, they could be sure of that. Kwool had promised to escort them, and answer questions they might have. It was no secret to us that Kwool also was familiar with my Prince and Resha.
At one point Mer and Per explained to Pammie that they were charged with recording the Chief’s night meetings, but mainly they saw the comings and goings, kept a log and also recorded future reservations. The Chief liked his privacy, except when he was with a mother-daughter combination. There were a surprising number of those.
Pammie asked how a leader could ask such things of his people, but Per corrected her. “Recall, on the mountain, it is the WOMEN who ask for the man, never the other way around. Not even the Chief. Women figure out quickly who is worth asking for. These days the Chief is booked two or three months in advance, because his illness took him out of so many reservations. He even has somebody for tonight.”
“How can that happen?” Tonto asked. He never imagined such a reality.
Mer mentioned that the word around the campfire was that the Chief had special powers to thrill a woman, in part because of instruction in “LA arts” which he got from his remaining daughter Marta. “She is so devoted to him ... a shining example for all of us.”
“At least, that is what our fathers and their brothers hope, once we are married and with child,” Per added.
Pammie was too shocked for words at this type of talk, but it was normal life here so everybody else was fine with it.
The comment made me wonder, had I taught my father anything new he could use to pleasure his wife or those other women he might encounter? Like Pammie! I had to work on that, it sounded like fun.
Then I saw Pammie looking at Tony in a way, thinking about him as her father-in-law with family sharing involved. I was bad and had to mention that it was a Tribal tradition, outside of royalty it was not something done regularly by most people in the Colony. Instead of being embarrassed that I knew what she was thinking she replied that the traditions of the two might merge in the near future.
Then she gave me a different look. “When you were still a virgin we spent so many nights sharing a bed, chatting joyfully. I wonder if we will ever do that again.” It was plain to me that she was speaking from a source of pain.
I admitted that I also treasured those times, and apologized for getting distracted when I did. It happened very suddenly because Abril saw the chance to put me in the bed of the man I wanted for so long. “I promise, we will share those times again.” With that we shared a smile and a hug.
Mer (possibly at Tonto’s bidding) talked about tonight and asked if I had done sex things while others watched. It was like those old commercials for a financial advisor, was it E.F.Hutton? Suddenly everybody in earshot stopped talking and paid attention to me.
Well, I was going to fuck my dripping wife with my tongue before an audience of hundreds in a few hours so there really was no reason to hold back. “You must recall that I was a virgin as recently as last in May, so I do not have a lot of experience,” I said. Then I confessed what I had on my resume. I said I was not going to talk about threesomes, and said that all but one or two were in a circle of lovers. However, I mentioned doing it once in “a barracks-type setting” when Tony was in a nearby bed (I didn’t mention his very pleasing performance with Nia) and other soldiers, male and female, shared the room without privacy. “It was considered ‘in the field’ so being watched was normal behavior. As I recall, Nia, a pregnant widow of the Tribe, really enjoyed herself with different guys. She helped put me ... and the entire room, in the mood with her pleasure, the guys were so good for her.” Tony was hiding a smile, but nobody noticed.
Pammie asked, “Was Tony there? Is that when you and he...” she did the finger through the hole thing for fucking, she could not say it out loud. She was being provocative.
Before Tony could respond I acted offended for myself, my Prince and Tony. “Tony was the reason we were there, Irene needed somebody who knew him. He was a perfect gentleman, even when he washed my back ... we had to conserve water you know, the Governator says so ... A Perfect Gentleman, even naked men can be gentlemen. For your information Miss Mind-In-The-Gutter, Tony and I have never had sex together despite the obvious attraction. That night I was with my Prince, who was quite wonderful to me. Some others witnessed it, that was the custom for an operation where people carried weapons.”
“Guns?” Tony said. “Guns were the smallest weapons present, Irene had a fucking Stinger.”
“A Stinger sounds like a male weapon,” Pammie tried to make it a joke. But she had to add, “If you get stung by a bee, it was probably a female.”
Mer answered. “A Stinger looks like a bazooka with a set of controls from a jet fighter attached. It fires a missile that can kill any aircraft in range. They are very deadly. I believe they hold the record for killing those nasty Russian helicopters that are described as flying tanks.”
“Oh,” Pammie said. She was not used to being the uninformed one. The conflicts implicit in all that left Pammie stunned silent. It would not last, but while it did it was nice.
Per asked if there were any other times I could share, so I mentioned the sex toy room where my Prince and I were with two other related couples. The couples took turns exhibiting themselves enjoying their partner “in a bondage setting.” Pammie wanted to ask about me and bondage, then decided she did not want Tonto to hear any answer. Also the day to the explosion, when several girls and the Prince all got close with each other, “because we needed to be human with somebody after the brush with deathl, which really could have touched anyone. The Prince could not please us all at once, so some turned to their own ... ingenuity and compassion. I have heard that being near death sometimes stimulates a desire to live life more fully.”
Pammie wanted me to back up to the sex-toy room, my comment had raised a another flag for her and she had to ask. “Were those your close relatives, or the Prince’s?”
“Are you sure you want to know?” I asked. She bit her lip, then nodded that she did. “His, mine, both. Each couple ... well, we stayed as couples, loving in bondage while the others shared by watching. It was kind of nice that way. I believe that at one time, maybe it was in a popular seventies sex book, that was called ‘soft sharing’ when established couples shared the pleasured visuals and audibles of their sex with others in the same room.”
“He had you in bondage? The others to? How could he...” Pammie was upset.
Well, she asked for a response, so I added one. “If you have never tried it you could not know the benefits ... But it really has to be with somebody you trust enough to give yourself up to, somebody who knows the ropes, otherwise you won’t get the benefit. For instance, the Prince takes great care in terms of the points of contact, like the wrists and the ankles, to avoid any damage.”
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