Chapter 40

The Bachelor Brunch was in one of the hotel’s private rooms. It was a small crowd, just the groomsmen, Martin’s and Irena’s fathers, me and Martin. Like all the food we had been served at the Inn it was excellent.

Afterwards I pulled Martin off to the side for a private talk.

“How was Irena last night?” he asked me before I could say anything. “Is she nervous?”

“She didn’t seem nervous to me. Not that I minded, but the three of you might have warned me.”

“Darla and Irena decided it was better to surprise you.”

“As long as this is something you want.”

“It is. I can’t think of anyone else I’d want to do it.”

“There’s something you should know. I think I’m in love with Irena.”

“I know. She’s in love with you too.”

“That doesn’t bother you?”

“I’m not cancelling the wedding, if that’s what you mean. I figure if I can be in love with both Darla and Irena it should be alright if you love both of them too.”

I shook my head.

“Hell of a thing. A year ago I don’t think I could have handled it.”

“No. I don’t think you could have.”

“I’m still not forgiving Bryce or Connie.”

“You’ll note they’re not on the guest list. There’s something seriously twisted about that girl. Irena can’t stand her. I do wish that Jenn could have made it though.”

“I don’t think she’s planning to return to the U.S. any time soon.”

The wedding was every bit the life altering inflection point it should be for a happy couple. Irena was dazzling in her wedding dress, an imported European design costing more than most midsize cars. The couple exchanged self-designed, one of a kind, wedding rings.

NYIT de Seversky catered the reception, doing a smashing job of it. At the end of it all Martin and Irena rode off in the matrimonial limousine to spend their wedding night at the Inn at Fox Hollow. In the morning they would be joining us for the return trip to Lesserton.

The hotel provided a limo to the Francis S. Gabreski Airport’s General Aviation gate. Irena had arrange for her mother to ship all of the presents collected at the reception to Lesserton leaving only a couple of suitcases for the happy couple to take with them aboard the Honda HA-420 Light Jet we four were taking to Virginia.

The hour and a half trip left little time for Darla and Irena to tease about joining the mile high club. Instead we enjoyed drinks and talked about their upcoming trip to the trail.

“So no time for sexy fun before you leave?” Darla asked.

“Oh I think we’ll want to christen the firehouse tonight,” Irena said. “I think maybe a small dinner party with our three best friends, provided you can find a baby sitter tomorrow.”

“If Emily is up for it,” I said.

“Emily tells me she’s not ready for penetration yet,” I said. “But that hasn’t stopped her from having some girlfun.”

“Oooow,” Irena said.

It seemed as soon as we finished our drinks the pilot called back to let us know we were just a few minutes out and to make sure we were all seated with seat belts fastened.

When the plane rolled to a stop by the general aviation terminal one of the pilots came back and opened the door. Since the steps were in the door no other support was needed. I thanked the pilot and let the ladies egress. The pilot stepped out behind us to open the cargo hatch so we could get our luggage.

I saw that two vehicles were waiting for us. The first was Martin’s Lexis. Miranda was standing next to Martin’s car. The second was my brand new Jeep Rubicon 392. It was a fully outfitted vehicle, including a high mount snorkel and cost almost $120 thousand dollars. Emily was driving that beast. I had gotten it since the Wagoneer was in a shop in Richmond getting the back seats and carpeting replaced after Emily’s little accident on the way to the hospital.

Miranda had picked up Martin’s car at the firehouse. Martin had arrange for Irena’s car to be shipped from New York to Virginia by an auto transport company who specialized in that. It would arrive some time while the happy couple was somewhere on the trail. Fortunately Darla was empowered to receive the vehicle when they arrived.

If the flight crew thought it was odd that every passenger on the plane received a blistering kiss from both of our delivery drivers they did not mention it. I know Martin and Irena both were surprised that Miranda extended her welcome to the couple. Martin had met her perhaps once or twice. Irena not at all. When Miranda shoved her tongue down the blonde’s throat she manage to give as good as she got.

“I think tomorrow’s party would be better with an extra guest,” the Russian physicist said.

“Unfortunately that would mean two guest, as Oliver would have to attend too,” Darla said.

“He’s very handsome, but I don’t think he’s ready for tomorrows party yet,” the blonde answered saucily. To prove her feelings on the matter she took the baby from Emily and gave him a kiss on both cheeks, Russian style.

“It’s alright,” Miranda said. “I’m certainly going to be around when you two return. We’ll have party time eventually.” As if to prove her point she slipped into Martin’s arms and repeated her blistering kiss.

“We’d love to see the looks on your faces when you get to the firehouse,” Darla said. “But you newlyweds should get it to yourselves today.” Saying that she dropped the keys she had received from Emily into Martin’s hands, gave him a peck on the lips and rolled her suitcase to the back of the jeep.

Luckily the Rubicon fit five. Oliver’s car seat was between Miranda and Emily in the back seat.

When we stopped at the loft Martin and Irena sailed on passed, the blonde waving to us. Darla raised the roll up door using her phone and I pulled into one of the slots. There was enough room to pull the Wagoneer behind the Jeep when it was finished and still fit Darla’s car. I was thinking of giving the classic car to Emily when we got it back, unless she wanted a new car.

“Leave the other suitcases,” I said to the ladies. “I’ll get them in a minute.”

So with Emily carrying Oliver and me carrying Darla’s suitcase we entered the stairwell and made our way up to the loft. Cheyenne was there waiting for us at the top of the stairs.

“Welcome back boss and bossette,” she quipped.

The saucy maid had outdone herself. Starting at her feet she was wearing black three inch CFM heels over black net stockings held up by black garters, each of which was decorated by a red ribbon bow. Her black microskirt barely covered her ass in back and feminine assets in from. It was accented with a handkerchief sized ‘apron’. Her top would have normally cup her beautiful breasts, but the stretchy black top was pulled down to reveal her shapely melons. Her hard nipples and engorged areola were fully visible. I could see the field of freckles that decorated her decolletage.

I dropped the suitcase as she pressed her body into me, her lips seeking mine out like a guided missile. She shimmied to rub her hard nipples into me and I felt them through my light jacket. Almost without thought I reached up and thumbed a nipple. Cheyenne moaned into my mouth.

When I released her the maid sashayed over to Darla and laid an equally blistering kiss on my wife. Like me, Darla took advantage of the accessibility of Cheyenne’s bosoms to paw our maids assets.

“Obviously the help has missed us,” Darla said when Cheyenne released her. “I think I could use some help with my shower,” she added giving the redhead a significant look.

Miranda laughed as the maid followed Darla across the great room and into the hall.

“I guess I’ll go down and get the rest of the luggage,” I said also smiling at my wife’s antics.

“Ohfuck! Ohfuck! Yes! Yes! Harder!”

Cheyenne’s legs were captured in my hands like the handles of a wheelbarrow as her body hung over the edge of the Alaskan King. Her face was planted in Darla’s crotch as I slammed into the freshly bathed beauty.