The curtain drops and Imelda is in a different dress, one that is very loose and easy to move in but still white like her wedding dress. I'm about seven feet away from her when her cousins, the musicians who have set up, start with a very electric version of Malagueña Salerosa. I know maybe eight or nine words to the song but as soon as we start moving in a very upbeat Salsa with a lot of stomping and clapping I can see that my new wife has more rhythm than anticipated and I have to keep up with her. There is a lot of clapping with the beat and when her cousin or uncle, not sure which, hits a high note for maybe a minute we actually pause and watch but when he stops we resume dancing. They finally end it on a softer note and there is applause, applause not clapping at our wedding. I have to laugh a little and Imelda is wearing the biggest grin possible as we head off the dance floor.
Everyone is allowed to dance after us but the band is done with their one song and my wives, I love saying that, and I make the rounds shaking hands and hugging friends and family. The Old Man, Smitty, Vicki, Jackie and new baby Claire give us warm hugs and I tell the Old Man that I'm glad everyone is wearing their cuts. He laughs with me on that thankfully. Natsuko and her parents give us a warm response especially the pregnant Kimiko, no it's not mine, and I get a very formal bow from Dad which I return with the best of my white boy ability. Isaac and Allison patched up their on/off relationship for the wedding and I'm hoping the two of them figure shit out since I'm not going to be around to fix shit after the summer. The Daddy daughter dance comes around and I get to sit back and watch for a moment as my girls dance with their respective fathers. I get a minute of time before I'm dragged onto the dance floor by Mom and we talk about happy things for a song before Loretta takes over. This process repeats itself through Natsuko, Jackie, and a few other members of my friends and family. After more than a few hours things wind down enough to break up the party and the girls and I are ushered back into the car and driven to our hotel. Our honeymoon plans start tomorrow morning but tonight my wives are planning on killing me in the bedroom and I'm looking forward to the attempt. Side note, I've been without for almost two weeks. My girls have kept sex out of my life for this one night and I'm planning on breaking some hips and possibly having a heart attack. The hotel room we're staying at is very nice and someone told these people that bed size needed to be in the huge category, they must have pushed two beds together and we'll definitely fit thank god.
"Rules Mr. Donnelly," Kori informs me as I'm led down the hall to the room," You have to carry each one of us across the threshold and there will be a one girl a night rule. We've decided in advance who gets what day and she will be pleasing you while the rest of us watch and enjoy."
Scooping Kori up and marching her down the hall quickly to the room gets a laugh from the rest of my wives and a yelp of surprise from her. I repeat the process and I'm not even really tired. Once we're in the room I find clothing prepared for us this evening and a bag is packed for each of us. I double check my stuff and find something missing.
"Ladies, where is my jacket?" I ask, getting a pause from my wives," Is there something I should know?"
"We took it and it's being… altered," Katy states and I start to give them a 'what the hell' look.
"It's my armor, you took my armor," I ask as I start changing for bed.
"It's our gift to you baby, we're doing this for you as a present and it'll be done by the time we're back from our honeymoon," Rachael says calming me down.
We get settled into bed and it's been long enough that I don't know who is who, well not really but when a smaller frame cuddles up to me and I can feel a severe degree of nakedness against me. It's Rachael and I feel like a fool putting on shorts before bed as her hand has made its way into my loose waistband and is taking hold of my rapidly hardening member. I can ask a million questions right now; still the biggest one is WHY AM I STILL WEARING SHORTS?! I roll Rachael onto her back and I only feel the loose silk top as her legs spread for me. My raging hard on finds its mark and I am buried inside her in a matter of seconds. Firstly I missed my girls/wives and second I damn near cum in the first few thrusts and have to stop and collect myself.
"Girls he's almost there," Rachael moans playfully," keeping away from him for two weeks was a bad idea."
"Is that why you volunteered to be first," Kori giggles.
"I wanted to be first because… oh fuck," Rachael moans as I gain control and move her legs up over my shoulders," He'll hold nothing back tonight and I've been ready to have my husband since I was walking down the aisle."
Her last word drags out and with my pretty little innocence folded up underneath me I give her sopping wet womanhood long powerful thrusts. I am groaning with pleasure and the only thing keeping me in control is the fact that for my bachelor party I had no stripper, check that, no woman stripper. The thing that they brought me was designed to do one thing only, kill erections and I was handcuffed to a chair that was bolted to a floor for the world's most disgusting lap dance. I simply imagine a thong desperately wanting to see daylight and immediately it keeps me from reaching orgasm. Rachael on the other hand is taking me well and we're kissing as much as possible. We're moaning and grunting as we enjoy our first night as husband and wife when I hear the rest of my wives murmuring the word 'feed'. I get a familiar memory and start bucking my hips harder and faster into Rachael forcing her to orgasm just a little before I do, I pull out fast and proceed to spray my seed up her body and a second hand takes hold of me and pumps the rest of me out before gently. Rachael is panting as much as I am when my four remaining wives latch onto her body with their mouths and start to lick and clean every speck of my juice off of her. I watch as the feeding frenzy subsides and smile before pulling up my shorts and collapsing into bed. Our sleep is good and cuddling is done with all five at various points in the night but a phone ringing early in the morning has me bolt up from bed and grab the receiver.
"Hello," I ask, holding the hotel phone and checking my wives, they're still sleeping.
"Good morning Mr. Donnelly," the man at the front desk of the hotel says in a very chipper voice," It's seven AM and this is your wake up call."