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.

After we were back in our room, I called Mom.

“Hello, we got back OK, no strangers – no rapists,” I said.

Speaking loud on purpose, Claire said, “You can rape me if you want, Charles.”

I heard a snort on the other end of the phone, and I hung up quickly.

“I am going to get you for that, Claire?” I said.

“Ooohh, that sounds like fun, Lover,” Claire said stripping herself topless.

“Do you want fun, or do you want rage,” I asked.

“I want ... whatever you want – right now,” she said stripping off the rest of her clothing.

Less than thirty seconds later, I was naked and on top of her...

I was as worn out as I’d been in a very long time when I woke up the next morning, but I felt soooooo satisfied, and eager to work out at the Hotel Gym. I kissed Claire awake and she grabbed some workout clothes and we walked to the gym.

We went through the usual apparatuses, and headed to the spa, half expecting to see our other three ladies, but they weren’t there, and we just vegged out for a while.

“Claire, I am ready!” I announced.

“Ready ... for what, Charles?” She had a strange look on her face.

“We haven’t danced, not counting our wedding, in over two months – I am wanting to start practicing some new routines for the Honey Tour, is that OK with you?” I asked.

“Oh Charles, I knew this would happen, and I am all for it, we can always stop for a little loving, when we want some, can’t we? Do you want to start while we’re still here in Hawaii, or do you want to get home and practice on our own dance floor?” she asked me, giving me a kiss.

“I really want to get home; does that sound too imperious to ask?” I said.

“And that means...”

“Sorry, dictatorial, domineering ... overbearing,” I explained.

“Not even, Charles – We can head back any time, can’t we?” she asked.

“Just need to call Captain Price and Roger, our limo driver,” I said.

She started to get out and I asked, “You are not upset at me for this are you, Claire-Bear?”

She turned and said, “Charles, I am your wife now, what you want is what I want, nothing more – nothing less, let’s go?”

“I love you, if I ever take you for granted, go ahead and hit me – I’ll deserve every blow.”

Laughing and blushing at my choice of words, we put our cover on and went up to the room.

Three phone calls later, we were packing. Captain Mark could be ready in ninety minutes, Roger will be there in forty-five minutes and the ladies were as excited as I was to start the preparations for the Honey Tour.

The flight home was going to be thirteen hours, with an additional five-hour time change, so we all slept on the plane, I had K on my right, and Claire on my left – just like when we were heading off to competitions and weekly cotillions.

It was raining when we landed, and we were shuttled to our awaiting Suburban. With Annie driving, we headed for home. We pulled up and after taking our suitcases to our place we all met up in the ladies’ spa.

“So many good things have happened in a spa, haven’t they Honey?” mom said.

“And some ‘naughty’ things have happened?” I said, glancing over at Sarah, who winked back at me.

“So, Loverboy,” Sarah said, “You are eager to start dancing again, is that right?”

“Yep, my legs have been restless lately, I was hoping that maybe each of you ladies would be interested in dancing on this Tour? Mom – Sarah, how about it?” I pursued.

Mom replied, “Charles, that’s sweet of you, but...”

“No buts, Annie – each of you will only get one dance a night, with Claire and Kallie obviously getting the bulk of the dancing. Sarah, honey – would you call to get the dance floor back up, please?”

“Sure, Charles, by the way, I found a product that you might like, it’s called Aqua Shield, they make covers for outdoor pools – it could work as a cover for your backyard spa and your dance floor,” Sarah said.

“That’s my Babe-in-law, beautiful as always, and smart as a whip?” I said.

“I can take care of getting it for you, Mr. and Mrs. Newman,” she said.

I looked over to Claire who looked back and kissed me and said, “Oh, go ahead and give her a hug, but let me see those hands at all times, Dear?”

Everybody broke out into laughter at that point.

I took a couple of strides to get over to Sarah but paused just in front of her for a moment. I was nervous about this – everybody could tell. Sarah stood up with the water dripping off of her, looking oh, so fine in a solid black bikini.

In a voice that was cracking, I said, “Sarah, you are always thinking of everyone but yourself. Thankfully, you and Annie now have each other, but I am also thankful for my red-hot mother-in-law, please go ahead and do what’s necessary on this cover.” I leaned forward to give her a peck on the cheek, but she turned, and it quickly turned into a quite concupiscent event, with all of the ladies, applauding and cheering the both of us on.

I felt a hand on my butt, as the kiss went on. There was a laugh and Sarah finally disconnected from me, saying, “He’s back - and he tastes so damn good,” she smacked her lips.

There were no remarks or guilt-based criticism of this event, so I sat back down and cuddled with my wife. She saw how embarrassed I was and grinned at me and whispered, “I love you.”

“Sarah, can this happen before we head out on Tour, getting the cover?” I suddenly thought to ask.

“Charles, you should know by now, that when I want something, I usually get it,” Sarah said, to a spa full of giggles.

Leaning in, Claire whispered, “Did she just made you hard by saying that?”

I gulped and replied, “I’m sorry, Claire – to use your own expression, ‘I am just a boy?’”

“Yeah, but you are my boy now, aren’t you?” she asked kissing and biting my ear.

“Absotively, Posilutely – Twin Peaks.”

I lay in bed, with my wife by my side asleep and as beautiful as ever, as I recalled some more of the moments of our wedding day...

... When we arrived, the parking lot was starting to fill up, with many people in SUVs setting up to tailgate, getting their BBQ pits going and such – Claire’s father would have loved this day, seeing people enjoy themselves and getting to see his little girl get married. We hadn’t heard from John in quite a while, but I know he would have loved this event.

I also remembered that someone had made pennants that said, ‘Charles & Claire Forever,’ a good idea - that I should have thought of.

I wore one of our new t-shirts that day, as did all of my group and most of the fans I could see arriving had them on as well.

We were recognized, and lots of people were shouting to us, ‘Congratulations,’ ‘Good luck to you,’ ‘Have lots of kids!’ along with many other remarks. Claire stopped and gave me a kiss, which really got the fans cheering.

After taking our stuff to the locker rooms, we walked around the field together just looking around and enjoying each other’s company. The facilities doors opened, and people were slowly but surely getting to their seats. I noticed they all had the new poster in their hands; some holding it like it was the Holy Grail itself.

In another hour the concessions would open, with everything at half price, except beer, which had a surcharge for charity. I am not totally comfortable with that whole concept, but I had other, much more important things happening.

I gave Claire a kiss as she went in to get her hair and nails done – thirty minutes later she came out looking as lovely as ever, having changed from her t-shirt to a button-down shirt.

“Can I kiss you or would that cause you to get in trouble with your stylist and makeup persons?” I said.

The giggle I fell in love with happened, and she said, “It was Sarah who did my hair, and your mother did my nails.”

Her hair was all up, off her face and neck, in a style that is difficult to explain – sort of a combination of braids, crisscrossing over the back of her head, with little curls framing her face. Her makeup was a little blush, a little eyeliner and a marvelous deep red shade of lipstick.

I couldn’t control myself and gave her a great big kiss, causing some cheers from the closest part of the crowd. I gave them all a big thumb up. There were all kinds of cameras taking our pictures everywhere we walked.

All of the family showed up together. Sarah had hired some buses to pick up and haul, over 80 Newman’s, McArthurs, Moynihan’s and Rollins, all dressed to the nines, even the little ones, they came by Claire and I, giving their Hi’s & Howdy’s to us. Dan and the oldest sons directed them to the folding chairs that were set-aside for them all.

A little later, the Entertainers started to show up, all going over to Michael and handing him, CDs or thumb drives for their songs a little later in the day. Mom and Sarah actually took over from Michael and gave instructions to everyone.

Claire and I walked over, seeing Josh Groban and Celine Dion. I shook Josh’s hand and Celine remarked to Claire how beautiful she looked. We also said ‘Hello’ and shook hands with Kelly Clarkson, Jack Jones, Alicia Keys, Usher and the rest of them, amazed we’d gotten these talented people to perform on this memorable day.

We stayed and watched the first hour of entertainers, when Claire excused herself. I wouldn’t see her again until the ceremony, so I gave her a big kiss, trying not to interrupt Sheryl Crow’s performance of ‘All I Wanna Do,” but one of Kevin’s handheld camerapersons pointed at us and it went up on the biggest screen, to thousands of fans cheering us on.

Sheryl looked over at us and gave us a wave and went on, as Claire scooted out. I sat back down, and Sara Bareilles sat down next to me.

“Charles, thank you for letting me be part of your wedding day, this is amazing, don’t you think?” she said.

“Ms. Bareilles, I am amazed by the outpouring of love from everyone associated with today, you and all of the entertainers showing up to sing for the love of singing, Claire and I are so thankful for each and every one of you being here today. May we use your music on our upcoming tour?” I asked.

“Certainly, you can, anything of mine you can use, all right?” she said.

I picked up her hand and kissed it, saying, “Thank you for being here today.”

“Aren’t you the charmer, young man?” she returned.

“I was raised to treat everyone as equals, Ms. Bareilles, except the pretty girls - I treat them even better.”

“ ... Charles, Charles – are you asleep?”

“No, just thinking Claire – I was remembering our Wedding day. You’d just left to change into your wedding dress, and I was talking to Sara Bareilles about you.”

“What did you think of my wedding dress, hubby?” she said.

“Besides wanting to tear it off of you and make love to you in front of all those people, I loved it. I knew you would end up in a strapless wedding dress, a very light shade of yellow, with a detachable train for dancing.”

“Having Dan perform the ceremony was a neat touch I thought, he has such a soothing voice,” Claire said.

I replied, “Yeah, our first dance was to ‘Sunrise Sunset,’ with your Mom singing and Alan playing the piano – I guess Annie was too nervous to play in front of everyone. Jack Jones staying to sing ‘Thank Heaven for Little Girls,’ while I danced with your Maid of Honor, was another moment I’ll never forget.”

“Hey lover – you want to start the morning with a bang?” she said.

“Actually, potty mouth - that sounds like fun.”

I reached under the covers and pulled my boxers off. Claire pulled her t-shirt over her head and pulled down her panties. I was reasonably hard, but her hand got me ready. I rolled over on top of her and started to kiss her on the lips, while my hands were all over her wonderful bosom.

She took her hand and guided me to her entrance, and I pushed down at the same time she pushed up, and I was in her all of the way, causing us both to tremble a bit. I started an easy rhythm while my mouth went from her lips to her now engorged nipples...

Within the week, ground was broken on the concrete slab that needed to be poured prior to our addition in our back yard.

I talked to Sarah and we’d settled on getting a larger than necessary cover designed, so we could put up chairs and put on private dance events for the extended family, regardless of the weather. Claire loved that idea and surprisingly suggested electricity be put in the slab for powering up sound equipment or whatever else. Sarah even had talked me into getting water pipes in the slab, for rolling a wet bar out for parties. Always the party girl – that’s my Sarah.

In the meantime, we had the dance floor moved to the back yard of the ladies’ place. We ordered ... excuse me ... Sarah ordered the Ellipse Shield Model, it would be thirty-eight feet wide and eighty-eight feet in length, attached to the back of our house. This was in an older portion of Springfield, where everybody had huge lots, so we had plenty of room to do this installation. Sarah had satisfied all of the regulations,

For a wedding present, I got Claire, the newest IPad, causing her to giggle. I got one for myself as well. I quickly transferred my music to it with room for about 25,000 more songs – my legs, along with my back, hurt at the thought of that many routines.

With Christmas looming on the horizon, I ordered four $2,000 gift certificates for Victoria’s Secret for each of my ladies, along with a laptop of their own for Sarah and Annie. I also ordered half a dozen boxes of 600 per box duplication grade CD media. It could be a while before we needed to get any more.

For myself, I found a real cool speaker that you connect to an iPod, iPhone or iPad and you get a lot of sound. That should be helpful on the tour, no more ear buds.

I sent a text to everyone ‘C-Cask meeting at our place. Wear a suit.’

Claire came down the stairs.

“I said a suit, not a handkerchief Claire?” What she had on was the briefest bikini I’d yet seen in my sixteen plus years on the planet.

“Turn around Claire, please?” I asked.

She had on a thong bottom, which I personally loved but, between K and her mother, this could get downright ugly. Her top just covered her nipples and little else. Rather than start a fight, I decided to just go up and put on a suit myself.

Fifteen minutes later, we were all in the spa enjoying it, as I called the meeting to order.

“OK everybody - music lists; we will have some new routines; our public will demand it – I hope to introduce a brand-new number every month or so. Using music, we have already got routines to, including some Michael Bublé, some recently added non-Bublé music and some of the music from our Wedding, I have created a list of over thirty songs that add up to just under two hours. To make the Moms both happy, I have included only one song each for them to dance to, all right?”

I got a nod from each of them, and a smile.

“OK, Sarah first; ‘Sunrise, Sunset’ – Waltz”

“Thanks Loverboy.” she said. “Can we practice ... a lot?”

Annie and Claire both flicked water at her.

“Annie; ‘A String of Pearls’ – Tango”

“I absolutely adore that song, Charles,” she said to me.

“I absolutely adore my mother,” I said in response.

There was an ‘Awww’ from my girls, and a ‘suck-up’ from Sarah, which generated a set of water flicks, again.

“Kalista and Claire only;”

“Papa, Can You Hear Me? – Ballet”
“Alone – Samba/Ballet”

“All three of us, some new songs and routines;”

“Soliloquy – Ballet/Bolero”
“I’m Not That Girl – Ballet”
“Xanadu - Cha-Cha/Rhumba/Paso/Tango”

“WHAT?” Claire said.

“The rhythm stays the same, but you could realistically dance at least these four different sets of steps to it,” I said, “It’s gonna be our new Encore Piece, too?”

Kalista came over to me and laid one on me, “I love that music, Charles.”

“OK, back to the list, a few more ‘all three of us’ routines;”

“Mamma Mia – Mambo and Quickstep - A very stylized jazzy version of Bohemian Rhapsody – Samba, Rhumba and Quickstep”

“Who performs that number, Charles?” Sarah asked.

“A group called The Braids, listen to this?”

As the song played, they all started to writhe and move to it, with Sarah singing along with it as well. It’s a steady 108 beats per minute

“Mama, just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head,
Pulled my trigger, now he’s dead.
Mama, life had just begun,
But now I’ve gone and
thrown it all away.
Mama, ooh, I didn’t mean to
make you cry,
If I’m not back again this time tomorrow,
Carry on, carry on - nothing really matters.”
“Too late, my time has come,
Sends shivers down my spine;
body’s aching all the time.
Goodbye, everybody,
I have got to go,
Gotta leave you all behind
and face the truth.
Mama, ooh, I don’t want to die,
I sometimes wish I’d never been born at all.”

We all got out, and I promised to go over the rest of the new music in the next couple of days.

By the end of that week, the slab for our dance floor was now curing, with electrical, water, and sewer installed inside it. We had gone over the rest of the Honey Tour list of music, and they all loved it, and approved of it. We had two eclectic sets of music.

Halloween was coming up and we all went across the street to watch TV and hand out candy. Sarah told me that Kalista used to go out dressed up as a princess, with a tiara and everything.

There was a knock on the door, K opened it and a group of little girls all yelled, “Trick or Treat.” I got up to see what kids were dressing up as these days.

After seeing them, I motioned Claire and the ladies to come take a look at the five little girls, all in red wigs and dance dresses. A couple of them had a homemade banner on that said, ‘The Sparkling Kalista.” We saw the waiting parents back on the street waving at us.

After K handed them lots of candy, she closed the door, squealed, and said, “Did you see that – they were dressed up as me, that’s so cool? They recognized me and were very nice when I handed them the candy.” I went up to her and gave her a big hug; I heard a, “Thank you, Daddy” from her.

The evening went on, each of us taking turns opening the door and listening to kids try to out-scream one other; amazingly, a solid 10% of the girls were dressed up as either Kalista or Claire, with the occasional young man, in a flashy shirt and pants, but no red wig, apparently outfitted as me.

I was honored - asking from time to time if any of them were taking dance lessons. A few said they were, a few others said they were wanting to, but their parents couldn’t afford it.

Everyone that night recognized us and were all very nice to us, with Kalista being energized by the fact that she’d been memorialized as a ‘Halloween Character.’

When the kids stopped coming, we all sat down, K on my lap, Claire on my arm and Annie and Sarah in each other’s arms.

“Sarah, do you know anything about licensing a likeness?” I asked.

“Charles, you’d need a copyright lawyer, I think to do something like that, we don’t have the time to do anything like that before the Honeymoon Tour,” Sarah responded.

“I was thinking of getting our likenesses licensed and getting someone in the industry to follow up, maybe even a Mattel or Hasbro type company could design a Kalista Doll, along the lines of a Ken and Barbie,” I said, with Kalista grabbing my face and giving me a sloppy kiss, before anyone realized what had happened.

Claire gave her a light slap on the bum, but they both giggled, so I guess all is well.

By the first week of November, our dance floor was back; we had this wonderful cover that had a twelve-foot tall ceiling to it. Since it was totally translucent, we got some rolls of water-resistant fabric, and Annie and Sarah turned them into a black out curtain that we all helped put up on the bottommost perimeter of the cover, giving us a modicum of privacy.

With the Honey Tour on the horizon, we started rehearsing every day, first Mom and Sarah, then usually about an additional eight songs a day. Claire and I got back to the routine of working out every morning, spending some time in our spa, then the gang showed up and we rehearsed.

For the Faith Hill version of ‘Over the Rainbow,’ I decided it was time for me to learn some balletic style movements; the girls were more than willing to help me out as I learned the Allonge position, the girls pounded the term ‘attitude’ into my head, as the Mom’s giggled at my sometimes sloppy movements.

Over the course of the week, however, I was gaining confidence and competence at the moves we used in this new routine. Claire was just amazing with all of her balance, and such. I have seen ballet, and fortunately, the man is usually an ornament in the routine, simply there to get and hold the ballerina as she flits from one place to another.

We also started doing lifts, I would pick Claire up and lean her towards the floor and then, in a show of strength, bring her to a fully upright position. We started getting applause, which helped my psyche a great deal.

Getting regular workouts again, brought out both my arm and leg strength. Kalista had been giggling over the amount of chest hair, I’d been getting over the last couple of months. I didn’t mind, it’s better than being asked if I wax.

Sarah and I’d done some extensive additional choreography to our routine to ‘Sunrise, Sunset,’ we’d danced to such a very long time before.

With my new confidence, coming from the ballet work, Claire and I put together a brilliant disco routine, to ‘I Love the Nightlife’ that linked disco the cha-cha.

I had Dan come over to see what we were doing, since he’ll be announcing it all. His experience helped, since he’d been around dancing for so very long.

With ‘The Sweetheart Tree’ becoming a Kalista number now, we covered it with K, adding some ‘flash’ which was quite interesting.

After getting my feet wet, lifting Claire, I thought to possibly add a lift or two to a couple of my routines, with Kallie. She was eager, so I found some YouTube instruction and we got right into it. We found and did a great looking lift called a ‘falling angel.’

We went on, to go over a shoulder lift, the wrap around lift and replace, and the split lift, which both Kallie and Claire were great at – my primary job was to not drop them. This was all possible due to my working out and my arms and shoulders beefing up. The fact that both of my dance partners are slim and beautiful was not lost on me either.

I had Sarah write up a Press Release for the masses telling about our Honeymoon Tour and send it to the usual suspects.

All of our routines were now entrenched in our heads as Thanksgiving approached. Everyone was involved in the dinner somehow, and we sat down to a feast for the eyes as well as the stomach; it was at the McNewman place.

I figured we’d have it at our place next year, and then realized that the next two Thanksgivings would be on the road somewhere. That’s touring for you.

With all of the routines in good shape, I felt compelled to head to the Mall and see if there was a crowd there or not. We had all dressed to dance, and a crowd was indeed there, as a wonderful cheer went over them as the perfunctory, “LOOK – IT’S CHARLES & CLAIRE,” came from the swarm of people we were walking towards.