Chapter 39: Wedding Day

Saturday August 16, 2008

Saturday morning Li was back in my bedroom before 8. This time it was to get Abril started on breakfast. The hair and makeup people were due at 9. Abril, Cynthia and Li would all get hair and makeup done here, then they would get dressed at the site. Cynthia was already waiting at the breakfast table. I was invited back to sleep so as not to bother and delay anybody. I was told I can be a distraction.

This was the first time I ever saw Abril eager to get out of bed. Normally she is a real slugabed who does all manner of childish things to stall getting up. But not today, as soon as Li kissed her neck she was up. Abril whispered a few words to Li.

“Good plan,” Li replied. Both girls whipped off their robes, pulled the covers off the bed, and jumped down on each side of me, hugging me with their bare bodies.

Abril went high, taking my head into her bosom, kissing me, and thanking me for everything she got last night, including the car and the diamond and the best wedding night with Li and me that she could imagine. “It was wonderful, just wonderful...” she said.

I said it felt like my best wedding night so far, which got a laugh.

Li went low, slurping my cock into her mouth and licking the area clean as she pressed her body against me. She could not talk with her mouth full, but I got the message. She loved that Abril had invited her to have my cock for a second time after the ritual part of the night was over. I started in Li, alternated a few times between them, and then finished inside Li’s body so she could sleep and dream with my cream in her.

Now Li tasted Abril on my cock, so she knew that I had also enjoyed Abril a second time as well, after Li left. Li insisted that I had to start today with just Abril in my bed, and it turned out that when I woke I was inspired to spoon her Hispanic bottom. I guess that was easy to predict.

They were both very quick about having their way with me, then they were off. Other people were due to arrive soon, including Li’s mother Chin, the makeup people, the hair people, and Ji El’s people who were dressing Cynthia and Li in addition to Abril. Zar had given them the largest pair of bedrooms on the third floor. Amy’s and Li Chin’s dressing room - both were attending in male disguises, was also up there.

I was invited to keep my charming and very distracting self away for the ladies, perhaps some folks suggested I might disrupt the tight schedule, or worse, something might get stained or a seam might be ripped. That was okay, I went over latest reports for the two campaigns that were under way, the one against the Five in Peru for tomorrow and the elimination of the Crystal Aztex attack force in the Yucatan in two weeks. The scout boats were on station while the Tuska Maru had almost loaded in Long Beach and would leave port for the Yucatan via the Panama Canal. There were some late intelligence reports to go over.

At noon the women got into a large van for the trip to the wedding location. Abril, Cynthia and Li were going to get dressed there, their attire was not made for getting in and out of cars. The others were going to get the final touches applied.

At about one in the afternoon, Zar sent Qwit and Martin to see that I was dressed for the wedding and packed for Peru. She reasonably figured that absent Marta my two uncles were the only ones who could get me to co-operate. She knows we so well.

I complained that I still had two hours, I only needed 15 minutes to dress and a half hour was plenty of time to get there, but they both said that if they had to get ready early, so did I. That made sense. I could read the reports after I was there. Also, it seemed the packing for the quick trip to Peru took longer than expected. My uncles stayed with me every moment until the ceremony. Martin’s two wives, Valeria and Sophia, were also with us for the drive over, in their presence I had to be on my best behavior, it was just the way they were.

It was a fake wedding, but the false bridal couple in this case aspired to the company of law partners, so we had to measure up and exceed expectations in some things. The setting, the ceremony, Abril’s ring and dress, the food at the reception, even the guests, it all had to “fit” my lawyer persona without a false note. In addition, Abril had to be in top form, being many things, all extraordinary, to many people.

For me as the groom, as a lawyer, the partners really cared very little about distinctions that took place outside the law office building. As long as I fit with no false note, my ability to put money in their pockets by writing bulletproof opinions was what mattered.

However, at the wedding both the lawyers and their wives would be watching Abril very closely, for different things. It goes without saying that they were all looking for a close fit between husband and wife. A single quarrelsome or disloyal wife could be a cancer on the partnership.

The male lawyers also wanted to be impressed by Abril as a woman who would be a joy on those rare and special occasions when she shed her clothes for them and acted like it was a great thrill being under their sweaty bodies in their hotel room bed, her body a joy and her eager enthusiasm evident as she sought to provide unlimited pure carnal delight for them personally, because they were wonderful in bed. It was not the type of thing that normally is highlighted at a wedding.

The daring wedding dress would help with that.

The wives and other exchange partners at the wedding ceremony knew full well what they and their husbands expected. We had passed most of the their tests at the social events beforehand. To be honest, most of these women had the same sexual requirements for their meetings with me as their husbands did, a night of very satisfying sex would be nice. But any bedroom failure I had could be overlooked as long as could I put money in the joint account. That was what they wanted from me. My handsome attention was just a cherry on the sundae. But for the bride, the things the wives and exchange partners took from the ceremony was focused on two things: the Ring and the Dress.

Finally, there was one other person who, even at this late date had to be impressed, with a capital “I” as she entered a arrangement that was a mockery of the usual marriage arrangement: the bride herself.

Abril knew that she would not routinely share the bedroom with me, her supposedly loving husband. In fact, when we entered our deal she did not expect to ever consummate the physical relationship with me. That was how our contract was written. She expected to only get naked and please one of my “low-life in a nice suit” partners on a monthly basis.

Even now, with our more loving relationship, we both agreed that between Labor Day and New Years she would not expect more than one night a week together.