Chapter 66: Love on the Beach

Right after the wedding service, people started to ply Fran and me with drinks at such a rapid rate that I worried we’d die from alcohol poisoning before dinner. Fran and I both stopped for a moment and agreed to switch over to diet soda lest we forget we got married and had a fabulous evening party. We started the party beside the pool, and, of course, the bride and groom got thrown into the deep end of the pool. Fran was carefully immersed, so that only her veil and bathing suit got wet but not the expensive hairdo that she’d gotten in the capital city earlier in the day. She insisted and so did her sisters.

We had a fabulous live band that started at five o’clock on one of the many patios in the resort. Of course, the live music drew others from the resort that weren’t part of the wedding party. Some of the other guests were pretty good-looking males and females, and no one was acting weird, so no one particularly cared about their crashing our party. At a minimum, the women were topless. A few nudes decorated with scarves were there, and one or two wore thin cover-ups that thankfully didn’t do the job well.

I saw Matt making out with a woman that I could tell from her rings was married and she was not in our party. I guessed that before long he’d have a new friend in his bedroom. Ivy had latched onto a male with six-pack abs and a ripped body, and I could see the two of them about to get it on someplace nearby, as well. She had that hot blush on her body that revealed she was ready to have wild sex.

Under the shade of a large tent and several Tiki huts, we started the celebration with a long cocktail hour. Fran and I did our first dance together as a married couple, she threw her bridal bouquet, and I tossed her garter to the guys. The lucky recipients were already a couple: Val and Jeremy; so they got teased quite a bit.

Throughout the ceremony one of Sheila’s friends acted as the official photographer. She was a petite red-head powerhouse named Brite Reber, and Fran assured me that later in the party and the week I’d have a shot at her. Brite did a lot of celebrity photos, most recently the country music stars Jim Mellon and Crystal Lee.

Various toasts were made wishing us a long and happy relationship, and then the toasts commenting on how many women I had on the string and how I had to share, and how soon I’d have more children running around the house than I knew what to do with.

When everyone was pretty well sloshed, we started the evening meal. It was at that point that the eight masseuses we’d visited with earlier in the day came in and gave me lap dances to the point where it was hard to hide my arousal from even those at the tables furthest from the dais where close family sat. When they’d finished their games, Fran and I got in a few bites of food, and then started making the rounds of the tables, officially thanking people for coming to the wedding, and joking with them about what would happen later that night and that week.

Right after dinner, we cut a large cake with some lewd but humorous drawings of a couple fucking on it, and then the heavy dancing and party got underway.

Little by little more and more clothing disappeared; starting with the gossamer veils the bridesmaids wore. At about that time, my parents came up to us, hugged and kissed us both goodbye, and headed off to their own, more conservative, resort. They were the only ones that opted for off premises quarters. Everybody else that had come wanted to be in the week-long orgy that would follow. After their departure, even more of the clothing disappeared and the open fondling also began.

Fran was positively glowing, and I wanted to make love to her – to consummate our marriage – right then. The longer we went after dinner, the hornier I got. I couldn’t tell what Fran was feeling. We were together most of the time, but always in the presence of others. When we weren’t together she was doing something ‘official’ regarding the wedding such as dancing with special people or making sure everybody was connected to the larger group in some way.

Finally, about ten o’clock I saw a narrow opening of time. “Darling, could I talk you into leaving this party for a little while – just the two of us.” The tone of my voice and the waggle of my eyebrows left no doubt about what I had in mind.

Fran grinned at me, “Yes, but we’re not going to go back to the room.” She grinned, “We’re going down to the beach.” I felt myself harden in my bathing suit at the thought of going to make love someplace where we might get caught. Fran occasionally liked being an exhibitionist or taking a risk.

We snuck out of the Tiki hut and took the long way to the beach so we wouldn’t be seen by others in the wedding party. We picked up beach towels along the way.

The resort had several dozen chaises lined up along the waterfront. Fran led me to one in the middle of the pack, and then turned and flowed into my arms for a kiss. “Hello, husband of mine. Have I told you how much I love you? I do, you know. More than anything.”

As we parted from our first kiss, I pledged my love to her, too. I also ran one finger between her abs and the brilliant white material of her monokini. I could feel her stomach tighten at my touch. Under Fran’s breath, she whispered, “Oh, yes.”