Chapter 7: Expedition

Duerte and Marissa gave their sister Clarissa their inherited shares of the antique family home. Juan and Marissa have a custom built stately modern home, and Duerte wants a luxury condominium in the ritzy part of town. I’ll buy one for him. In gratitude to Marissa, I’m setting up an college education fund for her soon to be delivered baby. In turn, Marissa requests Clarissa and I be the baby’s God parents. With great humility and greater cause, I decline. Duerte and Clarissa will be guardians of the baby’s training in the Catholic faith.

No longer a millionaire, neither am I destitute but on I’m on course for poverty row. However flush with cash at the start, I cannot long maintain this frivolous rate of expenditures. I need to create a legitimate business. A reliable income is a necessity as I now have an expensive wife to maintain and she is planning on a large family.

After the wedding, Clarissa and I spent the first days of married life profaning her childhood bed with church sanctified debauchery. Actually, we continued fouling her innocent bed. Already a fair portion of each day beginning with slipping the just purchased engagement ring on her finger, we spent exploring each other with hands, eyes, mouths and tongues. We were extremely careful to guard her virginity. She enjoys being buggered and fellatio, she even swallows. The primary gate wasn’t breached until the wedding night. Now that useless obstruction has been happily eliminated, steamy Clarissa is unrestrainedly making up for all those years of self imposed, tradition imposed, society imposed and guardian restraint!

In between the sex athletic competitions, we make plans. We even hold court in bed when Duerte visits to discuss the plan with us. Frequently as he is leaving, I have observed him surreptitiously adjusting his straining package. Duerte gets hardons for his little sister, my wife. Well, maybe it’s just the scent of sex pervading the bedroom atmosphere that arouses him. Clarissa deliberately teases him with careless flash displays of flesh. Do they both have the hots for each other? I don’t blame them unless they consummate their lust. Even Juan carries a picture of Clarissa in a bikini in his wallet.

The expedition is expensive. It’s a 1751 miles flight from Georgetown, Guyana to La Paz, Bolivia. Commercial flights have at least two layovers and shortest time from departure to destination takes twenty hours. Business class costs nearly five hundred bucks per seat, each way. The fares I can afford. The discomfort and inconvenience I could personally tolerate, if traveling alone and I wanted to go bad enough. Inflicting suffering on my bride nor my new brother-in-law is not something I was willing to engage in.

Through a charter agency, a private jet was hired at twenty two hundred dollars per hour. The flight took six hours including one mid point refueling stop. Demurrage for the plane to layover and wait before flying us back home is ten grand per day, plus I had to cover hotel accommodations and meals for the two pilots. Transportation cost me seventy five grand total, just to be a little more comfortable.

Ridiculous? Sure, if I frequently repeated it. On the other hand, this was a pair of unique events combined into one outing. A once in a life time expedition and Clarissa and I were on our honeymoon.

Worth blowing the budget on? If your answer is no, I’m curious what sort of celebration COULD tempt you to paint the town red?

The cabin had plush seats for four passengers, with fold away tables, and in the rear of the rear pair of seats, behind a privacy curtain, a wall to wall upholstered double sized mattress to stretch-out on.

On board meals and an in-flight attendant are extra cost options I declined. My suggestion, and our unanimous decision was we brown bagged it. Why pinch pennies on the cheap stuff? Comfort was the agenda not costs saving. We wanted what we wanted, not the company’s profitable stingy crap. We took care of ourselves. We brought along a huge picnic basket loaded with delicacies and wines, selected according to our particular tastes, and we’re self assured it’s all quality items. A similar basket was stocked for the return flight. La Paz has many fine restaurants and luxuries for sale.

Likewise, it made no sense to allow, at my expense, the charter company to provide an attendant,. No guarantee the server would be properly attentive or sufficiently friendly and might not even be the correct gender! No guarantee of success for a necessary seduction.

Duerte gleefully endorsed my secret plan. We decided to keep it a secret and not let Clarissa in on the joke until later. Her brother planned behaving scandalously, apparently spontaneously, with the flight attendant. Watching would entertain his sister I suspected. I also planned some scandalous behavior myself with my bride.

Positive thinking involves advance planning. Duerte invited an affectionate lady friend, named Isabella, or Bella, who enjoys role play. We fit her into a fantasy air hostess uniform, a skimpy version.

When sexy Helena wasn’t serving us cocktails, she kept Duerte amused. She also outrageously flirted with me! It amused Duerte, but not my wife. She was rather bitchy in her complaints about it. Clarissa has an unattractive side I hope in the future to seldom see.