Chapter 56: Wedding Day

Saturday July 19

Saturday morning the Patron officiated at Bente’s marriage to Tango. All of the German descendants were there, it was a signal event. There was even a Cousin there from Europe, in memory of Monsignor Gepard, who organized the escape from the collapse of the Reich and the slavery which would have followed for the men.

Bente wore what looked like a simple white slip that a woman might wear under her dress. It was mid-calf length, and she again wore white ribbons on her legs and bare feet. She also wore a veil over her simple hair style. Well, it was her second wedding. Some relatives from her first groom (he was still in the service) were there to share in the celebration. Such was the nature of our temporary marriages.

I have to say, the simple outfit was perfect for her, her natural attraction, and sexuality, seemed to glow.

Again, it was an all-day celebration, it was just a smaller group.

I do not know the details of how it happened, no matter how much I threatened to tickle them nobody talked. But Gracie, Cynthia, Resha, Mer and Pur all wore matching dresses, the only differences was a minor, and planned, variation in the shades of the pink dresses. They even had a pink shirt for me. Of course Marta was behind it, and that was not all. The Patron was quite amused at the sight of me with my “5 keepers.”

As night approached I wondered about sleeping arrangements, nobody asked and when I inquired they were all noncommittal. Then I saw a large pink tent set up behind the hacienda, I guess my mother’s fun was not done.

I slept in the tent with all five ... if you can call it sleeping with all the chattering that went on. We all had matching light-weight short sleeve short leg PJs provided by Marta who could not resist dressing her boy up one more time. Even if I was 28.

Well, I could not say “no” to her. Maybe, once I was 30 and married, she would allow somebody else to dress me and give me orders. Maybe.

The girls all wanted time next to me, With the young ones in the tent I knew this was going to be a quiet (sexless) night for me, so I allowed it. Mer and Pur got the same cuddles that the others got, they were quite pleased. Most of the time we talked, in general terms, about them coming to LA by next summer at the latest. They were curious about the bachelor parties so Resha and Cynthia gave G-rated versions of Tango’s two parties.

Eventually I stepped out of the tent for a few minutes. Resha followed me out and asked if she could do anything for me. I admit I was tempted for a quickie when she flashed me, but I declined. “The other will figure it out and want some too.”

She agreed, that was very likely. Still, it was a very pleasant evening with 5 women, including two who were carrying my children, and two more who, hopefully, would carry more of my children. I never pictured that, and certainly never intended it.

Resha asked if I would ever consider her for something closer between us. I said that I was not ruling it out, she was an attractive woman.

“Even if I am a whore?”

“Yes. You will see that plainly enough when we get back to LA, the first time you see Li. Some things have changed...” I held up my hand to stop her questions. “You will learn it from her. I do appreciate you both.”