CHARLES, CLAIRE & KALISTA
Chapter 56
“Both of our mothers, along with our future stepdaughter, would kill us both if we did something as stupid as that,” she responded.
“You’re right Claire, and when you are right – you are right,” I said, first looking over the delicious body of my soon to be wife, then starting another kiss. “I am so horny, and you are so gorgeous – a deadly combination, my dear.”
“I am up for a little ‘afternoon delight,’ Charles?” she said grinning at me, reminding me again of that wonderful June evening we first met each other, over 1200 days ago, 1217 to be exact – yeah, I do that all the time; our first kiss, when we first said, ‘I love you’ to each other, the first time we made love, now we’re sitting together in our own house, about to be married, in just over 28 hours.
“Charles let’s go upstairs; and relieve some pressure. Getting married is getting to your brain; let’s just have some sex ... wild, crazy, no condom sex. I guarantee you that you’ll feel better after – I know I will! My period is due tomorrow. We may have to deal with that on our honeymoon, but right now, all is well,” Claire said, grabbing me by my shirt and pulling me upstairs...
#RING#
“Hey Mom?” I answered, with Claire in the bathroom.
“Hi honey, what’re you guys up to, we hadn’t heard from you all day?” she said, probing as usual.
“Well, Mom – Claire is in the bathroom, and I am naked in bed,” I said bluntly. “Before I hear your wisecracks about anything, I just want to ask you, ‘Is it supposed to feel so wonderful?’” I was so full of emotion, “When she’s around me, I love her so much, almost as much as I love you.’”
“Oh, Charles; I hope you two have a lifetime of love and happiness, together. I was calling to find out if you wanted something special for dinner, what’s your pleasure?” she asked.
“Well, my pleasure is in the bathroom naked at the moment, how about home-made pizza, you got the fixing’s?”
“Yeah, I do as a matter of fact, get over when you can, OK?” she said, chuckling.
“Sure thing, beautiful – Claire’s back in the room, completely naked, it ... may ... be ... thirty minutes, or more ... before we get there, OK?” I said.
“You are incorrigible, young man – See you in a minute, or thirty,” she said laughing as she hung up.
Claire walked out dressed in a T-shirt, no bra and sweatpants. “Who were you talking to Charles?”
“Mom called, dinner tonight is home-made pizza, you want to go over and help her make it?” I said with a grin.
“Sure, sounds like fun, and tomorrow, I WILL be her daughter-in-law, won’t I?” she said falling on top of me.
“I meant what I said that day, because I never doubted that we’d be together, forever.”
“You are such a romantic, Charles Xavier Newman,” my brown-eyed fiancée said, as her tongue started an invasion of my mouth.
We stripped each other naked and had some ‘down and dirty sex.’
Kalista let us in, looking directly at Claire’s tight T-shirt as Claire went in to the kitchen to help. Kalista grabbed my hand and we went over to the sofa together.
“Are you nervous, Charles? I would be so nervous if I were you. Unless you were marrying me instead of Claire, of course – I would be a different kind of nervous; nervous – in love and ready for my wedding day with the guy of my dreams, YOU,” she pulled herself up on my lap and started a kiss that felt much too good, but I couldn’t bring myself to push her away, her lips felt so nice.
“What do we have here? Cheating on your wife before you are even married to her?” Sarah said laughing and sitting down next to us. Kallie didn’t let Sarah walking in stop her from sucking my lips in her mouth. She finally came up for air, saw Sarah and got up off my lap.
“I must say, if you end up her step-father, that could get interesting,” Sarah said.
“He is going to be my daddy in two years – right after we get back from the Honey Tour, isn’t that right, Daddy?” K said, touching up her lip makeup.
Sarah got on my lap, straddling me. She gave me a peck on the lips, and it was getting quite good, until both K and Claire pulled her off me.
K took some nearby tissue and proceeded to wipe the remains of Sarah off my lips and surrounding mouth area, very slowly and carefully.
Despite what just happened, Sarah eked out, “That was ... fun. You seem awfully jumpy for some reason – K, go in and see if they could use your help in the kitchen.”
“Sarah, I still feel peculiar about our time together in the spa ... when I went to bed that night, Claire only asked me one question, and I fell asleep crying.”
“What exactly did she ask you?” she asked.
“Her exact words were, ‘Did you fuck her?’ and I said ‘No, I did not!’ and we turned over and fell asleep. The next morning, after some groveling, I explained everything that happened between us – she listened, and after some serious making up, we seem to be OK again.”
“I’m sorry too, Charles – I should have stopped that before it got that far. Should I apologize to Claire?” Sarah said.
We paused our conversation and looked at each other for a moment, as I was remembering that fateful, horrible, but memorable evening in the spa.
Neither of us moved towards each other – we just stared for what seemed like five minutes. I touched her cheek, as she turned her face into my hand. We smiled at each other and we broke our gaze as I heard someone coming out of the kitchen.
It was Mom. “Could you two get up and set the table with glasses and paper plates. Dinner will be ready in five minutes, wash up first?” she said.
We both answered ‘Sure’ as I let Sarah get up first. I walked up behind her and said, “That butt still looks ... awfully good, young lady?”
“Thank you, kind sir – do you need my Magic Hands after dinner?” she asked.
“I better not respond to that Sarah, or I may lose part of my anatomy to your daughter.”
“Ooh, I hope not. That’s my favorite part,” she said giggling as she walked through the bathroom door.
WEDDING DAY/KALISTA’S BIRTHDAY
{cb}OCTOBER 15, 2015
We all got to the Stadium at eight am, and saw that people were already pulling into the parking lot. We gathered up our stuff and went inside, Ken and Sarah Jane were already there along with Josiah and Cassandra alongside them. Rich, Jeff and Lily were helping, by being the giver of the free poster, taking turns at it. They were all dressed very nice. There was a wall of boxes, with the pre-signed posters inside.
We said hello to each other, and the ladies went into the Home Locker room and I went into the Visitors using stadium provided golf carts to travel the distances.
After putting my stuff up in a stall, I went out to see how the place had been configured. I’d seen a couple of the BBC trucks on my walk in, so I looked around and saw cameras all over the place.
Besides the stadiums’ own 90 x 30 scoreboard, Kevin had put up what looked like two-dozen additional large LED panels around the stadium. I saw Dan, our announcer, walking around scoping out the place.
“Hey Dan – good to see you, did you get the lineup of all of the performers from Sarah?” I asked.
“Sure did, Charles, this certainly is a very interesting place to hold a wedding,” he replied.
“To get it, Sarah told them it was fine if they didn’t want to participate, we would just go to the University of Michigan instead. That got it for us,” I said. Dan gave a knowing chuckle.
I walked out to the middle of the football field, where a platform was built up about three feet above the ground, with extra wide steps. The dance and concert floor were in the shape of a triangle, about 100 by 100 by 100ft, with chairs surrounding it on two sides. Musicians were setting up; there was a bank of microphones on stands in the exact middle of the floor, presumably for the performers. I saw a female figure coming towards me; it was Claire in comfortable looking shorts and a Tour Tee.
Despite Dan being right next to me, she gave me a wonderful kiss.
“You remember Dan ‘the Man’ Tannen, Claire?” I said nodding my head to her.
“I am sorry Dan, I just can’t keep from kissing this guy all the time,” Claire explained.
“You two remind me of me and my wife back in the day; so, they’re letting in people starting at ten, correct?” Dan asked.
“Yessir, that’s right. The food concessions open at eleven, Michael’s orchestra plays from three pm to five pm, and at five, provided they have shown up, the entertainment starts - the people on your list.”
“How’d you get these very diverse set of entertainers to show up today?” Dan asked.
“Well, we announced this was happening here ... over a year ago. Over the next month, over the Internet, we got about sixty different acts all wanting to be here. We gleaned through them and selected twenty-six. Some bowed out, one guy was arrested, another had a Broadway Show to rehearse for, and we coincidentally ended up with 26 again, just not the original 26. Did that make any sense, Dan?”
“Actually, it did. Well, I’ll leave you two alone,” he said, and he walked away.
“Hey guys?”
“Kevin, how are you?”
“Very good, thank you – how are you two doing?”
“Just fine,” I said holding my fiancée real tight.
“Did you leave any cameras in the UK, or are they all here?” I said with a chuckle.
Kevin responded, “We brought 51 cameras, including 28 handhelds, to get crowd shots, orchestra shots, whatever it takes. Got a guy in the parking lot getting some B-roll of the Tailgaters. NBC is picking up our feed starting at 5pm local time, your Moms set that up directly with NBC. You might break the ratings record set by the Final Episode of MASH, back in ‘83 – who knows? Those mothers of yours are forces to be reckoned with, aren’t they?”
“You are just finding that out, Kevin? We have known it for quite some time. Since I am not supposed to see her until she arrives in her wedding dress, where do you want me during all of the pre-game ... er, pre-wedding stuff going on beforehand?” I questioned.
“Won’t you two be watching the entertainment?” he said to us. “I have a static camera setup just to watch your reactions to things.”
“Claire, how long will it take to get into your wedding dress?” I asked.
“If I have my hair and makeup already done, I can do it in thirty minutes?” she said looking at me with those big beautiful brown eyes.
“Well, then we can sit and watch the first two hours of the entertainment, can’t we, Claire–Bear?”
“Yes, we can, X,” she said.
Kevin looked at me, and I said, “It’s a long story, Kevin.”
*********
We were on our way to Hawaii, to ‘officially start’ our honeymoon. As a wedding gift, Michael loaned us his plane and pilot Captain Mark Price, for the thirteen-hour flight from Columbus. The Hilton Waikoloa Village was where we were headed. Sarah told me they got into the Aston Colony Villas only about half a mile east of where we were staying.
“Well, Mr. and Mrs. Newman, how does it feel to be married after all that happened at the stadium?” Sarah asked grinning.
“The best thing in the world happened to me and the girl that I love two days ago, Sarah – Everything else was gravy on top of getting married,” I said to the group.
We gave out every single one of the 111,409 posters we had printed. The record was being verified by Guinness Reps who were there.
“Everybody looked so beautiful, especially Claire,” Kalista said.
“You are exactly correct there, Princess – when the ceremony started, I was on sensory overload. I heard Toni Tenille start to sing ‘There is Love’ and I lost it, crying my eyes out as I saw Claire in that truly sensational pale-yellow dress. I had Brian, Steve and the rest of my groomsmen holding me up, as she approached me. We turned to face the unexpected preacher as Dan Tannen explained he was a registered Justice of the Peace. I hadn’t expected that, Annie.” That memory generated tears from all of us.
“We had to pull some surprises on you, Charles. Your vows were beautiful, honey – I never heard anything so beautiful,” she replied.
Claire mentioned, “Charles had the romantic idea that we would write each other’s vows, Annie ... and the words were perfect.”
“How about after you were announced ‘Man and Wife?’ Were you surprised to hear Michael singing ‘Marry You?’” Kalista said.
“Very surprised, but it was the appropriate musical number for the moment,” I replied with a laugh. “When I saw that all of the entertainers had stayed for the ceremony and they came up to us and congratulated the two of us - that was amazing! All of those Grammy winning artists were there for Claire and my wedding ceremony - I love you, Mrs. Newman.”
“I love you, Mr. Newman, which number was your favorite?” Claire asked.
“Jack Jones, singing ‘Feeling Good’ was amazing, and Leanne Rimes version of ‘The Rose’ was marvelous. How about you, Claire-Bear?”
“Mr. Medley and his daughter singing ‘I’ve Had the Time of My Life’ and Leanne’s version of ‘I Will Always Love You’ were my favorites, it reminded me of Whitney Houston. Did you know that Dolly Parton wrote that song, Charles?”
“No,” I replied.
Annie said, “I liked Josh Groban’s ‘Vincent’ and Faith Hill’s version of ‘Over the Rainbow.’ How about you, Sarah?”
“I liked all of Celine Dion’s songs. She really knows how to belt out a song,” Sarah answered. “K, honey how about you?”
“I really liked the two songs Hayley Williams performed, but all of the music and the songs were incredible,” my redheaded Princess responded.
Claire and I had long stopped listening and were looking intently into each other’s eyes. We did it; we got married – in front of exactly 112,351 people live, and close to 78 million people on TV, worldwide.
Kevin’s costs came to just over $1.5 million dollars and we gladly wrote him a check for the amount plus the 15% I’d promised.
I had Sarah write an additional check directly to Kevin for $30,000 for his hard work. He was pleasantly surprised and gave both Claire and I big hugs as he went to supervise the teardown all of the BBC equipment to be packed up and go somewhere else in the world.
Dan had told us to go home, he would manage the people until everything was done. I gave him a great big hug thanking him for presiding at my marriage. His eyes were as wet with tears as mine were. I told him we’d be in touch in mid-December.
Claire got up off my lap to use the plane’s restroom. Kalista immediately got up on my lap and hugged me, eventually falling asleep. Claire came back and smiled at me, sitting next to me and saying quietly, “She certainly still loves you, doesn’t she?”
“Yes, she does – I was worried about that after we got married ... that she would change her opinion and hate me, or us, but she seems to like both Mr. and Mrs. Newman, doesn’t she?” I said.
“And how do you feel about her, Hubby?” Claire said, chuckling at her own use of words.
“Whether, my daughter, my wife, my sister or my lover, I’ll love her until I die, Claire-Bear.”
I looked over and saw the Moms asleep in each other’s arms - we may be a somewhat non-traditional family, but there is no loss of love between the five of us.
A voice came on: “This is your Captain speaking, we’ll be landing in fifteen minutes, where it is twelve noon local time. Everybody, get in their own seat for landing, that includes you Charles!”
We all laughed at the pointed remark from our Captain.
I saw Sarah get her phone out and make a quick phone call after she buckled herself in.
We landed.
After I helped the ladies down the exit stairs, I went over to Captain Price, and said, “We’re scheduled to stay here for a week, but I wouldn’t doubt that I’ll be antsy to get home after a couple of days. I want to thank you and your co-pilot for a smooth and bump-free flight and landing. We’ll contact you for scheduling our trip back to the states - thanks again,” We shook hands and left.
A limousine pulled up alongside and the driver introduced himself as Roger Kahaloa, and he quickly loaded up our things as we headed to our hotels in the Hilton Village. Roger gave us a card and told us we could call him anytime to take us anywhere.
We first dropped off the ladies to their hotel, and upon driving up to ours, there were a bunch of people with multiple banners saying, ‘Welcome Charles & Claire’ and ‘Congratulations.’
We got out and there was an instant cheer for us, as a number of beautiful ladies gave each of us different colored leis, along with a kiss. Claire tightly grabbed my arm, to the crowd’s amusement, and we waved goodbye to them.
You’d never guess who was working the counter?
“Hello again, Mr. and Mrs. Newman, I regret my attitude the last time we met, I hope you enjoy your time here at the Hilton Waikoloa Village Hotel, we all watched your wedding – Congratulations to you both. Is there anything I can do for you today? We have your card already on file, for any services you may wish to indulge in.”
“No, nothing at this time – except we want no interruptions or calls of any kind, is that possible?” I said to him, without a smile.
“Absolutely Sir, will there be anything else?” he said, sounding sincere.
“No!”
We turned and followed our bellman up to our suite. After unloading our things, I handed him a twenty as he left, and I bolted our door. We fell back on the bed and fell asleep.
I awoke to find my wife of two days, naked and on top of me, kissing me awake.
“Hello, dear what are you doing?” I asked rather petulantly.
“Rocking your world, Charles – I want you to fuck me in my butt,” she said quite excitedly.
“Really?”
“Yeah, my period is heavier than usual, so I thought we might try something new – you ‘up’ for it, Ooo-oohh ... yes you are, aren’t you?” she said, with an amazing amount of confidence in her voice.
“OK,” I said, taking off my clothes quickly. “Do you want to control ‘the action’ dear?”
“What do you mean, X-Man?”
“I can stay on my back, and you could lower yourself on me, or you could get on your back and I could be the motor in this sexual ‘engine?’ There is an exceptional looking position called ‘Doggy.’”
“Am I the Bitch?” she asked with a dimpled grin.
“You have been looking online, haven’t you,?”
“BE PREPARED,’ you used to always say to me,” this provocative wife of mine said.
“You’ll barely know I am in there, Claire-Bear,” I said in response.
“I do want to feel it, Lover – just don’t hurt me,” she said looking so very good.
She got on her hands and knees as I went into my suitcase looking for the Astroglide Gel Lubricant that I ordered online back in July, anticipating this particular moment.
She looked up and saw me walking towards her with a bottle in one hand and my other hand getting me good and hard.
I got above her on the bed and opened the gel and ‘BOY’ was it cold to the touch. I approached my wife and we made contact, WoW - did we make contact!
After that first contact, I pulled back and followed the instructions. Very slowly and carefully, she asked me to be careful, as I got the head of my erection past the portal.
She was having some very short breaths as I slightly went in farther and farther, until I was all the way inside her.
She surprised me by not screaming, as it felt like a vise on me. “Go one, start the motor, Hubby. I had been thinking about this for over a year!”
My goodness how it felt, going back and forth up inside her beautiful ass. I went from second gear back to super slow, and I was emptying the contents of my nuts inside her wonderful perfect butt. She was having her orgasm at the same time, and we stopped, both of us breathing as hard as we ever had after vaginal sex. After this, I’ll be getting hard all of the time, just looking at her bare ass.
Five hours later, after two additional excursions in her butt and a couple of carefully engineered sessions in the front door, with the appropriate towels, along with falling asleep connected to my wife, we got into the shower and had some additional fun.
We got dressed and I called Mom.
“Hello Charles, we were wondering when you might surface – can you walk, OK?” she said, laughing; I’d heard Sarah laughing as well.
“Ladies, I am walking just fine, thankyouverymuch,” I said proudly. “Would you like to join us ... for dinner? It’s our treat.”
“We don’t have a restaurant onsite, so you pick the site, stud?” Sarah said, having taken the phone from Annie.
I called Roger, and we picked them up and we headed to a place I found called ‘Roy’s.’ It was an amazing place just a mile from where we both were staying. On the trip there, K was looking at Claire and I, and cuddled up against us.
I noticed Sarah and Annie were more affectionate to each other. A moment of deep personal satisfaction went through me as I saw the love they have for each other growing each and every day.
We pulled up and, after we all got out, I told Roger to get himself something to eat and be back in ninety minutes.
We ordered and ate, talking about the upcoming Tour, although I saw Claire and K exchanging glances and giggling a lot.
“So, do you feel married?” Sarah asked us.
“Mom, I can’t answer for this stud sitting next to me, but I have never been happier in my life – I remember when I first told you about the cute guy I met at Cotillion. That all seems so long ago, but now, I just can’t stop smiling. This is all so surreal,” Claire said, as she put her hand on my thigh, rubbing me and getting me going again.
Annie turned to me and said, “Is being married all you thought it would be, Charles honey?”
“Absolutely, Mom ... We may have been ‘living together’ for a while on the tour, but marriage seems so amazing, the joys, and the perks. Author Anne Taylor Fleming said, ‘A long marriage is two people trying to dance a duet and two solos at the same time.’” I said with a chuckle.
“Well, if anybody can do that – it’s the two of you,” Sarah said, causing a laugh around our table.
“Now, when they have a wedding anniversary, I’ll have a birthday at the same time,” Kalista proudly exclaimed.
“When we get back, Annie – Can you and Mom teach me about cooking, I want to be able to cook all of Charles favorites?” Claire said.
“Sure Claire, I know exactly what Charles likes, so that should be easy enough to do,” Annie answered.
“Yeah, I know what Charles likes, too?” Sarah said. “To paraphrase a quote by H. L. Menken, ‘The best way to hold on to your husband is to keep him a little bit jealous, the way to lose him is to keep him a little more jealous.’”
I saw Claire and her mother exchange looks, and then they laughed together. After dinner, instead of waiting for Roger right away, we all walked together back towards our hotels. About halfway back to the ladies’ hotel, the limo with Roger pulled up and parked, stopping, with Roger getting out and saying, “I’m sorry Mr. Newman...”
I stopped him and said, “It’s no problem Roger, it was a beautiful night, and we were looking for something dumb to do - take the ladies to their hotel, Mrs. Newman and I will walk to our place – it’s not that far.”
“Yessir,” he said as he opened the door and they all got inside, waving at us.
“Mrs. Newman – I haven’t gotten used to being called that, but it sounds so good. Nice use of song lyrics, hubby,” Claire said with a giggle.
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