Chapter 38

One of the nice things about flying charter is not having to be at the airport two hours early. Another is not having to deal with TSA. The drive to the airport was already a forty-five minute trip from Lesserton. Being able to just park near the plane and immediately board was a real time saver.

Because it was just the two of us going and four coming back we were taking a Honda HA-420 light jet. It could seat up to four and was very comfortable. No flight attendant, but that was not a problem for the very short flight, less than an hour and a half.

We arrived at the Francis S. Gabreski Airport located in the Town of Southhampton on eastern Long Island right on time. My ultra-organized wife had a limousine waiting to take us to the Inn at Fox Hollow, where most of the wedding party would be staying.

The ceremony was scheduled on Saturday at the NYIT de Seversky Mansion in Old Westbury. It was Tuesday and tonight we would be meeting with the happy couple for some one on one time before family started to arrive tomorrow. The rehearsal dinner would happen Thursday night. Friday would be the bachelor and bachelorette parties. On Saturday, after the ceremony the de Seversky Mansion would host the reception. The four of us, Darla and I, with the newlywed couple, would fly out on Sunday morning to return to Lesserton.

The Inn was a high class hotel located on Long Island’s north shore. The Inn itself would have been an excellent venue for the wedding. Located on an eight acre estate we saw some of the landscaped gardens as the car pulled up to the hotel’s entrance.

Our suite was elegant, with a large king size bed, couch and desk, as well as a giant TV and its own kitchen.

“It’s a long way from the Oyster Cover,” Darla said.

“Or the Days Inn,” I answered.

The Days Inn was where Darla and I stayed on our wedding night.

“We were just out of college and you, Martin and Jenn were trying to get some company based on a crazy app idea off the ground.”

“No doubt one of the reasons your mother was less than happy about my place in you life.”

“That and the fact that she caught me the day before the wedding boffing her boyfriend.”

“Shit Darla,” I said. I felt the not unreasonable flash of anger, then let it go.

“It was a long time ago. I shouldn’t have mentioned it. We said no history.”

I grabbed her and folded her into my arms laying an aggressive kiss on her.

“Slut,” I said palming her ass. She rolled her body against me.

Kissing me harder, she finally broke the kiss.

“Much as I’d like you to rip off my clothes and claim me in an anger fueled grunge fuck, I think I’d better text Irena and let them know we’re here.”

We took dinner at the hotel. The happy couple was still staying at the residence suite they had rented for Irena’s time at Brookhaven National Laboratory, where she was as an experimental physics collaborator. They would move to the Inn at Fox Hollow tomorrow. They joined us at the Inn’s Volpe Ristorante, an award winning Italian restaurant. After dinner we retired to our rooms for a night cap.

“I sure miss Emily,” Irena said as I handed her the Vodka Collins she requested.

I had been constructing our drinks at the fully stocked room bar. No microbottles stuffed in a minifridge here. I handed Darla her cocktail and Martin the local New York craft brew he requested.

“So do we,” Darla said.

“I can’t wait to see Oliver for real,” Irena said. Darla had texted pictures of our little pumpkin while Emily was still in the hospital.

“Feeling that biological clock ticking?” Darla asked. “I know I am.”

“Yes,” the blonde said, looking not at her husband, but at me. I thought back the conversation we had before Martin and she left Lesserton, about Martin’s inability to father children.

Darla and Irena were sitting next to each other on the couch, while Martin sat in one of the two armchairs. I sat in the other chair.

“How are you holding up, buddy?” I asked.

“Ask me tomorrow. Irena’s mother gets in then. Her dad should be arriving also.”

“My parents love you,” the Russian said.

“When does your dad get in?” I asked my friend.

“Not until Thursday. They had to wait for Gillian’s Asian flight to arrive.”

Gillian was Martin’s step mother who was a senior flight attendant.

“Well don’t worry,” my wife said. “We’ll try to help you work out any last minute wedding stresses.”

Irena moved closer to my wife.

“I could use some of that stress relief right now,” she said.

Darla sat down her glass and reached out to touch the blonde’s cheek. Moving in she laid a soft kiss on Irena’s sweet mouth. Their almost chaste kiss quickly evolved into a hot make out session, with their tongues wrestling over each other while their hands moved to grope at still covered breasts.

I did not know about Martin, but my cock was quickly hardening at the sight of the sapphic exhibition. Martin and I exchanged glances. I took a swig of my beer as I noticed Darla’s hand slide into Irena’s clothing.

“I thinks it’s getting a little hot in here,” Martin said rubbing his neck.

“Uggggg,” Irena moaned as Darla flipped up her skirt and slipped her hand down the blonde’s panties.

Darla cupped the blonde’s neck, bring the girl’s mouth back to hers, as her hand started moving in a familiar pattern. Irena spread her legs farther apart so that Darla could fingerbang her faster.

“Holy fucking shit!” the Russian howled as her body levered up off the couch into Darla’s hand.

As Irena’s body fell back into the couch my wife pulled her hands out of Irena’s cunt and slipped her fingers into the girl’s mouth, where the blonde sucked on them.

“Stress better?” Darla asked.

“Fuck yeah!”

“Not really,” Martin answered.

“We can fix that,” my wife said.

Darla was wearing a light sweater with a mock turtleneck over a black skirt. She stood and crossed her arms to pull the top over her head. Her perfect breasts were supported by a front latch bra and she reached up and sprung it, causing the cups to drop and reveal her pert tits. She shimmied to cause the bra to drop and stepped closer to us. She did something at the waistband of her skirt and stepped out of it as she approached us. Kneeling before Martin’s chair she looked over at me. Her head moved, indicating I should see to Irena.

I stood and gave a last glance toward Darla who was now working on Martin’s belt. I then placed my full attention on Irena who was still dazed from her recent orgasm.

I slid in next to her on the couch and she climbed into my lap. We kissed and I could taste the hint of her own flavor on her tongue, garnered from Darla’s fingers no doubt. Unlike my wife I was not satisfied to maul the blonde’s breasts through her clothing, but started unbuttoning her blouse so that I could reach inside. Like Darla she came prepared with a front fastening bra, and I soon had it out of the way so that I could move from her mouth to her nipples.

They were already hard, no doubt due to my wife’s efforts just moments ago. I licked around one and then took it into my mouth, sucking on it while I continued to lap at it with my tongue. I heard Irena gasp. When I finished there I went to move to the other tit, but Irena blocked my efforts as she was pulling at my shirt. When she got it off she bent down to kiss and suck on my pecs. Then she just placed her head near my body and inhaled, sniffing. I felt her body shudder.

Then she began to pull at her own blouse, tossing it away, unconcerned with the garment. Then reaching down she began to work on my belt. When she had it open she grasped the waistband, pulling until she could push my pants down my legs, my briefs with them.

I reached down and slipped my fingers down her panties, as had Darla. As expected she was soaking wet. Meanwhile Irena had located my hard prick, as after sliding her hand up and down it a couple of times it stood up straight. Using her other hand to pushed her panties out of the way. She then used that hand to pull my fingers out of her so she could sit on my hard prick.

“Yebat’” she moaned as I entered her.

Irena started posting on me and I had a moment to look over to the chair where I saw my wife’s head bobbing in Martin’s lap. I placed my hands on Irena’s hips so I could help set her rhythm. I knew while long up and down slides looked great in a porno flick, that causing her to swivel her hips so that my cock would cut across the sensitive places on the inside of her cunt, while rubbing her clit against my pubic bone, would do way more for her.

This was validated when Irena started shaking in a second orgasm. At this point I started to plunge her up and down on me and she wailed. As her body stopped shaking I pushed her off me. Manhandling her until her head was buried in the cushion and her ass was hanging in the air off the couch I impaled her from behind.

“Ohhh Fuck!,” she wailed into the foam as I began to pound into her.

“Oh so fucking good!” I heard Marin’s voice cry from behind me.

Thirty seconds later I was still drilling into Irena’s cunt from behind when I heard my wife’s voice say, “My turn!”

Irena started shaking her ass back and forth, and in less than a minute, her legs began to tremble as her third climax of the evening took her. I wasn’t ready to finish yet so I pounded her through her cum, not letting up even a bit. I reached around and began to strum her clit and her peak grabbed her body and shook it like a rag doll. When that was over, since I was still moving in her she mewed for about thirty seconds and then started shuddering again. I felt her spray on my fingers as her core clamped down on me.

That was enough to trigger my own cum. I blasted into her body, finally dropping on her hard athletic body, my sword fully sheathed in her.

“Oh Fuck! Again!” I heard my wife’s voice scream out.

I panted atop Irena’s body and kissed behind her ear only to feel her body shiver beneath me in aftershock.

“Holy Fucking Shit! UHAAAAAAAAAA!” Darla screamed.

I pulled out of Irena and dropped beside her. She crawled up into my lap again and we both looked over to where our partners were. Martin was on the floor with Darla’s legs thrown over his shoulders. His head was moving over her lap while Darla’s fists were pounding on the arms of the stuffed chair. His hands were cupping her ass and the only part of her body touching the chair were her shoulders. She was screaming bloody murder and I seriously hoped the suite was effectively soundproofed.

“Fuck I need a shower,” Irena said.

“Fuck Again!” Darla screamed out and it didn’t look to me like Martin had any intention of stopping as her body began to writhe and jerk one more time.

I picked the pint size blonde up and carried her into bathroom. The shower was not huge, but it was adequate. I sat her on her feet and we kissed. Her hair was in a long french braid. When our lips parted I reached over to set the water and Irena began to pull out the braid until her sweaty hair was loose.

Before we could step into the streams of water Irena dropped down so that she could slurp up my semisoft prick, still covered with our combined slime. Her head bobbed for only a minute or so then she stood and slipped into the shower.

I stepped in after her and slid the door closed behind me. Darla had already staged her shampoo and body wash and so I reached for the latter. Letting Irena wet down her hair under the spray, I pulled her out of it so that I could squirt some shampoo on her blond locks.

As I worked the shampoo into her scalp Irena squirted the body wash into her hands and began to ensure my cock was very clean. Her efforts resulted in her being forced to clean up an increasing amount of real estate as my cock got longer and harder under her ministrations.

I moved her under the stream to rinse the shampoo out of her hair. She pulled me in so that my prick was likewised rinsed. Then she leaped up with her pole athlete’s body and wrapped her legs around me. I reached out to support her ass and she slipped her cunt around me. I stepped to press her back against the wall and began to hammer into her.

Like many of out couplings it was frantic and violent as I mashed her into the shower’s tiled wall again and again until she screamed through another orgasm. Then she used her core muscles to suck the cum out of me, all the time thrusting her tongue deep within my oral cavity.

When I could stand again without the support of the shower wall I reached over and cut off the water. Irena slowly unfolded her legs from around me and tentatively stood once again on her own feet. I bent to kiss her again.

We dried each other using the large hotel towels. I moved the soft cloth over her every curve. We stopped often to kiss and fondle. When we finished we held hands and I led her back into the suite’s main room.

Darla and Martin were naked now, sill in the chair, and my wife was posting on my friend like she was the lead jockey at the Kentucky Derby. We entered just in time to see Darla throw back her head as an obvious climax took her again. I could see that her body was covered by a thin sheet of sweat and her hair was tangled and sweat soaked.

Irena gave me a sneaky smile and released my hand. She quietly stepped across the room and then dropped to her knees. Turning over, she slipped between Martin’s legs, beneath Darla’s moving ass. I saw her reach out and her tongue lapped at Martins swinging balls.

“Fuck!” I heard my friend cry. He grabbed Darla and pulled her down so that he was entirely sheathed within her. Irena reached up and I could see her cupping his nut sack. Darla jerked like she had been hit with a cattle prod and then collapsed on him.

Irena slipped out and from underneath the chair and made her way back to me. I slipped my arm back around her and we returned naked to the couch.

“That was fucking intense,” Darla said at last.

After both of their breathing returned to normal Darla led her old boyfriend to the shower.

“Is the rest of this week going to be really crazy for you?” I asked.

“Somewhat. But much of the stress should be on the wedding planner. That’s why I’m paying her. In many ways this week is just something Martin and I need to get through. By this time next week we’ll be on the trail with no worries at all, except maybe where the next water source is.”

Martin and Darla’s shower was shorter than ours. I expect they had limited their shower activities to simply washing each other’s backs. As a matter of fact, Darla looked to have one foot in the grave, based on her shuffling entrance on Martin’s arm. When they entered the room she walked over to the couch and held her hand out to Irena. The blonde squeezed me tight and then brushed her lips against mine. Then she stood and did the same to Darla.

As Irena slipped into Martin’s arms and laid a deep kiss on him Darla folded herself into my lap where the blonde had previously been sitting. She was heavier than Irena but easily folded into me. We watched as Martin and Irena dressed. Both looked a little slovenly. Considering the way they had disrobed that was to be expected.

We rose to follow them to the door, but remained naked. At the entrance to the suite I kissed Irena good bye and shook Martin’s hand, while Darla kissed both of them. Then hand in hand we walked over to the bed.

“You look like Martin finished you,” I said to Darla as she curled up on the top sheet.

“I must have cum a dozen times. For some reason I was really turned on.”

“I guess that mean’s your ready for bed.”

Her eyebrows went up. “Does that mean that little slut didn’t leave anything for me?”

My wife flipped over and crawl over to the side of the bed near where I was standing. Reaching out she threw her arms around my ass and pulled me toward her. The bed was at the right height for her to be able to lean down and easily reach my prick. I felt her mouth slurp me down. Soft she easily took it all to the root and as her fingers began to rim my ass my prick rapid grew. When it was hard she dropped back and spread her legs.

“I worked really hard tonight. I want you to just spear me and then fuck the hell out of me, husband. Can you do that?”

Well hell yeah!

We spent Wednesday sightseeing on Long Island. Irena and Martin were busy getting their respective parents settled. We toured the Old Westbury Gardens near where the wedding was scheduled to take place, visited the Venderbilt Museum, another venue Irena had originally considered for the wedding and even walked the beach, though it was too chilly to even think of hitting the water.

On Thursday Darla tagged along to the rehearsal even though she had no actual part in the wedding. The rehearsal dinner was at the Thyme Restaurant a just a block or so south of Northern Boulevard. Steven, Martin’s father, who was paying for the dinner, was gracious. He had been one of the first investors of Martin and I’s app business venture and along with Jenn’s mother had provided the first of our working capital. Both had been paid back years ago, and had not really benefited much from our eventual selloff.

He seemed to like Irena.

I noted when his wife Gillian, Martin’s step mother, wasn’t looking he gave Darla a wistful look. When Darla realized I noticed she blushed. Damn, I thought.

“Should I ask what that was about?” I asked Darla as soon as we got to our room at the Inn.

“I think you know very well,” Darla said tossing her purse on the side table near the hotel room door.

Then she walked over to the bar and poured herself a drink.

“This was one reason I was glad to stay in Lesserton,” she said. “Drink?”

“No thank you. I think I need a clear head.”

“We agreed. No pulling my history out of your sack.”

“I will admit you still seem capable of surprising me,” I said reaching into the fridge for a water.

“You seemed okay with finding out about Zahara.”

“Well, she’s hot and someone we knew at college. Martin’s father ... What about Gillian?”

“It was the summer before they met.”

Just then there was a knock on the door. A look passed between us.

“Martin?”

My friend entered the hotel room.

“Irena’s spending the evening with her parents.”

“Steven and Gillian didn’t want to spend the time with you?”

He shrugged. “Gillian just got back from her Asian leg.” Martin’s step mother was a flight attendant, which meant she spent a lot of time away from home.

“Well come on in. Darla and I were just talking.”

My wife gave me a dirty look, which let me know Martin was unaware of any connection she might have with his father.

“Drink?” Darla asked.

“Thanks. Got any scotch?”

“Rocks?”

“Sure.”

Darla dropped an ice cube from the freezer into a glass and poured. Meanwhile I gestured for Martin to sit down on the couch. I sat at the other end. When Darla brought his drink over I touched her indicating she should sit between us.

She sat and raised her eyebrows at me. I just nodded to Martin.

“Have you thought about what you’re going to do once you and Irena get back from the trail?” I asked.

“I’m thinking maybe volunteer with the fire brigade. Of course Irena will still be working and competing, so traveling some, probably, but Lesserton will be home.”

“I know we’ll be glad to have you around, won’t we Darla?”

My wife looked surprised I’d said that.
“Well of course,” she said taking a big gulp of her drink.

“I’ll certainly be glad to have Irena in town,” I said.

Martin looked a little surprised I said that.

“Let’s not pretend,” I said. “If Irena was here I suspect Darla would already be all over you.”