by J. A. Low
“It sounds like fun.”
I am actually nervous, but in a giddy kind of way. I understand Olivia’s hesitation, most people would not share their partner with one of their best friends, especially not when you are about to marry them. For some reason tonight feels okay. I’m pretty sure once I put that wedding ring on her finger, this will stop. Maybe not visiting The Paradise Club, we might save that for special anniversaries, but having another couple join us will stop. There is a Saint Andrew’s Cross in the room and I have just finished tying Olivia to it. God, she looks beautiful, her brunette hair falling over her creamy shoulders. Her toned body and her perfect tits look divine, and those killer legs in her high heels, wow. I love the pink flush that is currently making its way over her skin, illuminating it.
There is a light tap at the door and I answer it with excitement. Oscar and Stacey smile at me when I open it. We greet each other like we normally would and they enter the room. They both stop and take in Olivia spread out against the cross.
“Liv, you look beautiful.” Stacey smiles at her friend and I notice Olivia’s blush increase.
“This is a beautiful sight; we are so honored to be here,” Oscar says to me, being courteous of my relationship with Olivia, which I appreciate.
“Sweetheart, would you like to be blindfolded this time or would you like to watch?” I ask, holding up the black satin blindfold. Olivia thinks it over, sucking in her bottom lip as she does.
“I think I would like to be blindfolded this time.” She smiles at me. Her answer surprising me, but I love that she is feeling more confident with her sexuality around me. For someone who says they are so inexperienced, she has blossomed. She has become adventurous and I think there are many fantasies stuck in her head that she hasn’t told me about yet. I have a feeling that they are dirty and kinky. I would give her anything her heart desires, in and out of the bedroom.
I look into her brown eyes. “You ready to have some fun?” I ask before I slip the blindfold over her head.
“Yes, yes I am. I trust you to keep me safe.” Those words tighten around my heart, she trusts me that much.
“I will always keep you safe.” I slip the blindfold over her eyes and kiss her lips. As I step away, Olivia flinches as all her senses work overtime trying to decipher what is going to happen next. “Relax, Liv, just enjoy it.” She nods and relaxes against the leather of the cross. I turn and look at Oscar and Stacey who are in the middle of a steamy kiss. Obviously the sight of Olivia is turning them both on. I kick off my socks and shoes, then unbutton my shirt and lay it on one of the chairs. Oscar has done the same, but we have both left our pants on for the moment. Oscar is now working the zipper of Stacey’s cocktail dress and pulls it down her body. It’s not long before she is standing in front of us in her lace underwear. Stacey is a beautiful woman, there is no denying that, but she is just not the woman for me. Stacey drops her bra and steps out of her lace panties as she takes a couple of steps toward Olivia, her tight ass swaying as she walks. Olivia is still straining to work out what is going on, all she can hear is Stacey’s high heels against the cement floor as she gets closer to her. Stacey stops in front of Olivia, bends down and takes one of Olivia’s pert nipples in her mouth and sucks on it. Olivia gasps at the surprising touch but settles in against Stacey lips. My dick instantly stands to attention, pushing hard against the zipper of my pants. Fuck it, this scene is too hot not to enjoy it. I unbuckle my belt and unzip my pants, I kick them to the floor and palm my dick. I hear rustling beside me indicating Oscar is doing the same.
We both watch from a distance as Stacey sucks Olivia’s nipples until they are rosy peaks, giving her skin an instant flush. Once Stacey has given them enough attention she leans in and kisses Olivia. We watch as they both get lost in the kiss, and fuck me, my dick twitches with jealousy. I give him a quick couple of strokes to calm him down.
“So beautiful,” Oscar groans beside me as Stacey moves from Olivia’s lips and down over her collarbone. She makes her way down through the valley of her breasts, feather light kisses over her toned stomach and out to her hip bone. Stacey is now bent over, her legs stretched out showing off her glistening pussy. This is so much better than any porn channel. She continues further down Olivia’s thighs, teasing her. I can see Olivia is arching against her restraints, her chest heaving with excitement. The first stroke of Stacey’s tongue against Olivia’s clit nearly makes me come. The moan from both women is a sound I could never get sick of hearing.
“Fuck me dead, this is hot,” Oscar grumbles beside me, his large hand slowly stroking his cock. “I can’t stand watching anymore.” Oscar stands up and stalks toward Stacey’s exposed rear, he slaps it hard a couple of times, making her moan between Olivia’s legs. He’s right, I am sick of watching. There is a lever that moves the cross from standing to laying, it might make it easier for all of us to join in this way. Stacey moves away from between Liv’s legs and she lets out a little shriek as she starts moving backward.
“It’s okay, sweetheart, we are just moving you into a better spot.” My voice calming her. Olivia is laying down on the cross like a bed, luckily it is made out of cushioned leather and not a traditional one made of hard wood. That would make things rather uncomfortable for Liv after a while. Olivia is still blindfolded but her legs are spread wide open now. Both Stacey and I move toward her open legs, Stacey gives me a look and she knows exactly what I want to do. Stacey resumes her position between Olivia’s thighs and I do the same. We both alternate, sometimes feasting at the same time, our tongues clashing against Olivia’s heated center, Stacey tasting like Olivia’s sweetness. Oscar has positioned himself at Olivia’s head, where his cock is buried down her throat and he is feasting on her tits. I let my hand fall between Stacey’s legs and find her drenched. She obviously loves eating out my girl. If I’m being honest, I love watching her too. My fingers easily slip between her folds, sinking deep into her and she groans against Olivia’s cunt. Olivia’s strangled moans echo through the room, I can tell she is so close to coming. Stacey and I take turns giving her exactly what she needs, over and over again. A couple of well-timed strokes and she is coming all over our tongues and a couple of flicks of my thumb over Stacey’s clit and she is coming also, humming against Olivia’s pussy.
Not long after Oscar is pulling out of Olivia’s swollen mouth, his dick is glistening from her saliva. “Stace, I need you to sit on her face while you finish me off,” Oscar growls. Stacey moves away from my fingers and walks to where Oscar is standing, a heated look happens between them.
“Is this okay, Liv?” Stacey questions before she moves.
“Yes,” Olivia says breathlessly, sounding as if she is far away even though she is just there. God, she must be so fucking turned on right now. Stacey gets up onto the cross and straddles Olivia’s face before bending over and taking Oscar into her mouth. I grab a condom and sheath myself. Even though Olivia and I no longer use them, we are playing with others so it’s a must. I sink my aching cock right between her glistening lips and I hear her hum against Stacey’s pussy. I notice as I thrust into Olivia that Stacey moves in time, the friction is making her go crazy around Oscar’s dick. His hands grip her hair tightly, pulling her harder against him. It is the craziest sex I have ever had in my life. I swear I am ready to blank out as I come inside of my fiancée. Not far behind me Stacey and Olivia come in unison with Oscar coming seconds after the girls. We are all too weak to move, still panting from the best sex I think we all have ever had.
I can’t wait to do it all again, which we do, over and over again all night long until all four of us are quivering messes of goo, all wrapped in each other’s arms, sated.
“You’re getting married today,” Derrick squeals, rushing into my room and waking me up. We have been at my family’s home in the Loire Valley for the past couple of days. Frieda has been working like a mad woman making sure everything is perfect. Our long weekend in Paris for our combined bachelor/bachelorette party was s
o much fun, but now the serious party happens. We had a girly spa day the day after the bachelorette party and high tea at Ladurée, the famous French Patisserie. There was no awkwardness between Stacey and I the next day either, especially as we both spent the night exploring every inch of each other’s bodies, as well as Oscar’s and Axel’s, it’s like our own little secret that nobody else needs to know. My God, it was a fantasy come true and Axel was right, that kind of sex happening inside The Paradise Club is different to the sex outside of it. I mean if I had watched Stacey having sex with my fiancé outside of the club I think it would kill me, but inside that tiny little bubble it all seems natural; all hands, lips, faces melded into one. It didn’t matter who was who, we were all just going with the flow.
“I know, D, I know.” I refuse to open my eyes. Last night’s rehearsal kind of got crazy and I may have had one too many champagnes, plus Axel kept me up all night sexing me because he wouldn’t see me again until I walked down the aisle. That makes my stomach flutter with nervous excitement just thinking about it.
“Come on, princess, it’s the day you marry your prince.” Derrick pulls the covers off me, making me groan.
“We have cake,” Ivy adds, which perks my ears right up.
“For breakfast?”
“Yep, I know that is your favorite thing, so why not have it on your wedding day.” I jump up and out of the bed and head out into the parlor next to my room. It is all set up with a table of French delights; macarons, pastries, cupcakes, fresh fruit and tiny little breakfast canapés.
“Wow, this looks beautiful.”
“Frieda did it all,” my mother tells me, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek as I enter the room.
“You’re getting married,” Stacey calls out from her side of the room. I make my way around the room saying good morning to all my friends and bridesmaids.
“So lucky that my dress is huge so I can indulge on cake for breakfast.” I eye off the beautiful little cupcakes.
“Morning.” Camryn and Kimberly walk in, both of them greeting me. “Everything is under control. We have done a walk through and the flowers have arrived and are being set up in the chapel, the ballroom tables have been set up too and more flowers and decorations have arrived. Charlotte will be down any moment to start taking photos of you and the bridesmaids getting ready. Anything else?” Camryn looks to Kimberly, her business partner.
“Sebastien and his team are busy in the kitchen, which is kind of interesting with Frieda hovering over them. I don’t think she likes them being in her space,” Kimberly giggles. I can just imagine.
“So just sit back and relax, your day is going to be perfect.” Camryn smiles before taking a sip of her mimosa.
***
The day moves along quickly in a cloud of hairspray and makeup brushes and maybe one too many mimosas. We decided on getting married in the late afternoon because the heat of the day in the middle of summer would be a little too much for our guests.
“Olivia, you look beautiful.” My father walks into the dressing room with tears in his eyes. I rush toward him and give him a tight hug, which surprises him; we don’t usually display affection publicly. “This, this is what your wedding day should have been like,” he whispers to me. I take a step back. I can see the guilt on his face from trying to force me to marry Eddie.
“That doesn’t matter anymore, it’s in the past. I am so happy you are here to celebrate today with me.” I kiss his cheek. He looks so handsome dressed in his morning suit, so traditionally English, but he couldn’t be swayed.
“You look like a princess,” Derrick gasps, entering the room. Yvette has done a beautiful job. In the end I embraced my title and decided on being a princess on my wedding day. She designed the perfect modern day princess dress for me. Strapless top with a big, full tulle layered skirt in a creamy, ivory color which matches my milky skin perfectly. The bridesmaids are dressed in a gorgeous blush pink. A V-neck top embroidered with tiny beaded flowers all over that melds into a tulle gown. It is beyond anything I could have ever imagined.
“Axel is going to be in a puddle at the end of the aisle when he sees you,” Derrick states as he smiles at me. “He has asked me to bring this to you,” he continues, handing over the red velvet box with the distinctive gold writing on the front. I open the box and the most stunning diamond necklace and bracelet set appear. There is a card with a note.
Olivia,
There is no one in the world as precious as you are to me.
Love Axel.
I am not supposed to be crying, it will ruin my make-up, but damn him.
“I had better head back. Shall I tell him you liked the gift?” Derrick nudges me.
“Yes, of course I love it. You can even give him a big kiss to show how much I appreciate it as well.” Derrick’s eyes light up.
“You know he will do it, don’t you?” Vanessa adds. “He’s done it to Christian plenty of times.”
“Hush, woman. This is my last chance with Axel.” He gives me a kiss on the cheek, a moment Charlotte captures with a snap of her lens before he disappears out the door with a bounce in his step.
Charlotte graciously offered her services to us for the wedding, of course we said yes. We also know there is no way she would sell our wedding photos to the highest bidder. Charlotte’s been taking photos of us while we have been getting ready, bouncing between us and the groomsmen.
It’s almost time; the hair stylist positions the vintage diamond tiara on top of my head securing the cathedral veil to it. It completes my wedding look. I catch myself in the mirror and cannot believe this is me. That I am about to walk down the aisle to the man of my dreams, never ever did I think this would happen to me.
“I remember the day I married your mother, she was wearing that exact same tiara,” my father reminisces. “Best day of my life.” He leans over and kisses my mother’s cheek, surprising her.
“I can’t believe you got our parents to be affectionate with each other, it’s a miracle,” Penny whispers to me as we watch our parents joke with one another.
“A wedding miracle,” I respond, making us both laugh.
“Okay, it’s time.” Kimberly pops her head in letting us know that we need to move. “The boys are all set, Axel looks like a bundle of nerves. All the guests have arrived; we are just waiting for the bridal party.”
“Let’s get you married,” Ivy squeals.
I slowly make my way down the spiral marble staircase, it is covered in many shades of pink roses and peonies; the smell is divine.
“Are you ready, sweetheart?” my father asks me once we make it down the stairs. I had this nightmare that I would trip and fall down them on my wedding day.
“Yes.” My stomach flutters with nerves as Charlotte takes our photos against the beautiful backdrop of roses along the staircase.
“Okay, this way.” Kimberly guides us toward the chapel once we are finished with the photos. With the chapel being so small we only have our closet family for the ceremony, the rest of our guests we will see at the reception later.
“Oh my God, Ryder, you look adorable in your little suit.” The gorgeous little boy is dressed in a mini version of the boys’ tuxedos. Sienna is holding his hand as he plays with the pillow which has our wedding rings on it. He is our page boy and is going to hopefully walk down the aisle all by himself, he’s only just learnt how to walk so fingers crossed he will be able to make it, he will look so cute waddling down the aisle. It didn’t work out so well during rehearsals last night, he was not interested at all, I think he was pretty tired, poor little monkey. More photos, this time with little Ryder, before we ready ourselves to walk down the aisle. The wooden doors have been closed and I can hear our guests talking, waiting anxiously for me to walk through them. Kimberly arranges us in order; Vanessa will hold Ryder’s hand and go first so he isn’t too scared followed by Camryn, Stacey, Penny and Ivy. The doors will then close and it will be my turn. I seriously need to pee. Do I have time to pee?
The music starts and the girls make their way down the aisle. It is already my turn, that went so quickly, my heart takes off racing. I think I am going to throw up. That would suck especially all over this beautiful dress, imagine what a field day the press would have if I did. I’m babbling to myself again. I’m so nervous I can’t make my hands stop shaking.
“Sweetheart, it’s going to be okay,” my father reassures me.
“I know; I know it will be. I didn’t realize I was going to be so nervous.”
“Once you see Axel at the end of the aisle waiting for you all the nerves will disappear.” I sure hope so.
“It’s go time. Good Luck,” Kimberly whispers as she opens the doors to the chapel and the wedding march starts. I take a deep breath and take a step forward. As soon as I pass the doors my eyes fall on Axel standing at the end of the aisle, he looks as handsome as ever in his tuxedo. He had decided to cut his long hair short for the wedding, much to Derrick’s horror. Whatever makes him happy. I didn’t mind that he had because the man is gorgeous either way, but if I’m honest that man looks even hotter with short hair, if that is even possible.
I have no idea who is here because everything has faded away and all my focus is on Axel and the tears cascading down his cheeks as he watches me walk toward him. Damn him, why is he crying? He’s supposed to be holding it together so he doesn’t start me off. Ugh, I am going to ruin my make-up by the time I get to the end of this aisle.
The doors open and the wedding march starts to play. An angel, that is the only word to describe what I am seeing right now, appears before me. She looks stunning, I never envisioned what she would look like walking down the aisle, but this, this is far beyond what I ever thought she would look like.
“Welcome to the club,” my brother whispers to me, watching the tears fall continuously from my eyes. Goddamn it, I can’t help it. I look into the audience and see everyone else is crying. My focus comes back to Olivia and she too is crying. What is going on? Her father squeezes her hand as she walks toward me, looking so regal, so beautiful, an absolute vision. Thank you up there for delivering this woman to me.
