~~~ Saturday ~~~
We slept late, had breakfast delivered to our room, packed our things, and checked out of the hotel. A limousine was waiting for us when we walked outside. The driver took us on a quick tour of Reno and then stopped at the county clerk’s office for Kasey to pick up some papers. From there, we headed for Lake Tahoe. Along the way, we stopped at several scenic locations – where Kasey took pictures of me and her mom – and her mom took pictures of me and her daughter – and the driver took photos of the three of us. At each spot, we took some serious shots, some sexy shots, and some fun ones.
Arriving at the hotel, we ate a late lunch in the bistro and then went to check in. Kasey handed our bags to a porter and dragged us off to get our hair, make-up, hands, and feet done. I argued that I would rather go take a nap. We resolved the issue by doing things democratically. I lost 2-to-1. My nails have never looked so good. My fingernails turned out nicely as well. I protested by flirting with the young Asian girl who was working me over. I thought I was doing pretty well until the shop owner walked by, overheard my banter, and informed me that the girl didn’t speak English. My wife got entirely too much joy out of that.
When we were finished with the torture session – physical & mental – my wife took her mother and me out to a pretty view of the lake. While her mother was distracted – looking at Lake Tahoe – Kasey bumped my elbow, handed me a ring-box, took out her phone, and nodded towards her mother. I opened the box to find an engagement ring inside. I dropped to one knee just as Kasey’s mom turned back to see what she & I were up to. When she saw me – and the box in my hand – she gasped and threw her hands up to cover her mouth.
“Kelsey Williams …” I began.
“Yes. Yes! YES! Fuck, yes! Oh – Kasey!”
I was still down on one knee – still holding the ring box – still waiting – as my two lovers embraced, kissed, cried, and hugged some more. When they finally turned back to me, I asked my wife if she had gotten the picture and she cursed loudly.
After fixing the worst of her mother’s tear-streaked mascara, we staged the photos that she needed. We had pictures of me kneeling, her mom’s surprised look, the ring sliding onto her finger, and the kiss to seal the deal. After we were finished with the pictures, we headed back to the spa – to get her makeup repaired for the wedding.
Once that was complete, Kasey finally allowed us to go to the room – the honeymoon suite (obviously). There, I discovered the reason that I had been told I couldn’t ditch the girls to come here. Almost every available space was filled with wedding stuff.
Kasey called the desk to inform them that she was ready and – within minutes – a veritable army of employees showed up to haul off flowers, flowers, and more flowers – as well as an archway, candles, and a bunch of stuff that I didn’t even know words for.
I moved to the balcony – to get out of the way – and to take a minute to check out the view. Kasey’s mom started to join me but her daughter was after us to get our clothes changed. With fewer boxes to search through, it was easier to find the ones that were for me.
A photographer materialized – as if from thin air – and began snapping pictures of the three of us. Once I was dressed, Kasey sent me downstairs – to wait just outside of the lobby while they finished getting ready. The girls arrived – with the paparazzi in-tow – and Kasey directed me – eyes forward – towards a terrace – where I discovered all of the items from our room had been relocated – and set up.
Finally, I was allowed to turn to look at my bride. She was breathtaking – even more beautiful than normal. In the glow of the late afternoon sun, she was radiant.
Kasey’s mom had a strapless dress that wrapped tightly around her midsection – magnifying her slender body – and showcasing her already magnificent breasts. At her hips, the wrapped-look transitioned into a sleek & slender gown that further highlighted all of her amazing assets – including her amazing ass.
The gown was snow-white.
Mrs. Williams had attempted to object to the color but she was summarily shot-down when her daughter informed her that she had never been untrue to Kasey’s father – or her husband-to-be – and that there was no reason in the world she should wear any other color. Her mother had quietly nodded and accepted what she could not change and – by rights – had no reason to. Kasey was wearing the wedding dress she had worn a few weeks before – for our ceremony.
The officiant walked up and – as the sun began to set – Mrs. Kelsey Williams & I took our places, holding hands, facing one another. When the man asked, “Who gives this bride?” Kasey answered, “I do,” and her mother fought to keep the tears from returning.
As she battled her emotions to maintain her composure, I leaned a little closer and stage-whispered, “You look hot.”
She smirked at me and nodded at the man to continue.
He read the scriptures and we professed our love, offered each other our vows, and exchanged the rings. Once the man had declared Kelsey & me “husband & wife”, my newest bride kissed me long & hard – which made my cock long & hard. My nuts were already churning – anticipating the consummation of our union.
At this point, Kasey’s directives deviated from the standard wedding script.
My first wife stepped up and grabbed my right hand with her left – and her mom’s left with her right – and she joined our circle. Kasey had written vows – and we repeated them to each other – each of us to the other partners in the relationship – with promises to support, protect, and strengthen – what Kasey referred to as a “braid of three strands”.