Mating Rituals Ch. 09

"I guess that's one way of ensuring we walk straight and tall," said Cherie. She walked forwards slowly, noticing how her gown parted in front, revealing her legs all the way up to the bottom hook. She undid a couple of hooks and walked again, revealing more of herself, repeating this until her bikini bottoms were fully on display. This was going to be fun, she decided as she refastened the hooks. Karen was meanwhile experimenting also and then also refastened her hooks.

"We'd better behave for the first little while anyway," said Cherie.

"So what about the tradition of something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue?" asked Karen.

"Ah, all taken care of," said Cherie, opening a small box from her bag and taking out a blue garter. "I borrowed this from great aunt Agatha. She told me she wore it when she got married 58 years ago so it fits all three categories; the gown of course is new."

They fitted their suspender belts and stockings, holding their skirts up high to see the effect of these.

"They'd look really sexy without the bikini bottoms," said Karen.

"I totally agree. Shall we leave them off? Dare you to," said Cherie conspiratorially.

"Should we? It'd really change the whole aspect of the wedding. Imagine yourself taking Al's hand and slipping it through the slit in your gown to caress your naked pussy. Is that hot or what?"

"Yes, let's do it."

They removed their bikini bottoms and carefully packed them away, then refitted the suspenders and lastly Cherie slid the blue garter up her right leg. They checked the mirror. When standing upright and still, they looked the perfectly demure bride-to-be and matron of honor. However, by simply leaning forward or adjusting the number of hooks fastened, they could expose breasts and pussies very easily.

"Is that cool?" asked Karen, "It's your wedding."

"Yes, that's cool. Just be careful." Cherie sat down, her gown splitting up the middle and exposing her upper thighs. "Be careful who you sit down next to and opposite. We don't want any heart attacks at the wedding."

They noticed that Amy had been busy with the camera, capturing the moments of decision and indecision. It should be fun viewing these photos, thought Cherie. They had time for a coffee, taking great care not to spill it on their clothing, then packed so their bags could be collected and left in the limo which arrived at 2pm.

Lance stepped out of the limo and greeted Cherie as she walked down the path from their unit. They hugged and kissed, then arm in arm, accompanied by Karen and Amy, they stowed their cases in the trunk and climbed inside the beautiful white car with bridal ribbons on the hood. Once inside, Cherie whispered something in Lance's ear and he ran his hand up her exposed thigh to find her newly shaved and naked pussy.

"Oh," he said, grinning at Cherie, "Is Karen the same?"

"Yes, Daddy, isn't that hot."

"Sure is. Just be careful around your maiden aunts, please."

"I will, Daddy."

Amy directed the chauffeur to the site she had selected for photographs and at each site they left the limo and Amy posed them in suitable places for the shots she'd envisaged, making sure there were several with an increasing number of hooks unfastened showing their lack of any underwear.

Once photographs were completed at the last site, the chauffeur, Mike, opened the trunk and brought out a picnic table, glasses and a chilled bottle of champagne. They drank a glass of champagne together, except for Mike, toasting the success of the wedding and a glorious long and happy married life. Then it was back in the limo as it took them to the wedding venue.

Once they were out of the limo and had checked that everything was in order, Lance took Cherie's arm and, with Karen walking dutifully behind, they solemnly walked slowly up the aisle to the tune of the Bridal March. Cherie's heart was beating faster as she approached her husband-to-be, Al, standing waiting for her, accompanied by Frank standing alongside Kushla, the wedding celebrant. For Cherie, it seemed but a moment in time, barely long enough to recognize some of her friends and relatives in the congregation. Then she was there, standing next to Al, and Lance was saying "I do" in response to being asked who brings this woman to be wed. Lance then stepped backwards and stood in front of the chair next to Bel in the front row. Kushla then began the service proper and it seemed to vanish in a dream until it was time for the vows.

"Do you, Cherie Mary Taylor, take this man to be your lawful wedded husband. Do you promise to love him, honor him, cherish him in sickness and in health, for richer and for poorer, as long as you both shall live?"

Cherie looked towards Al, standing there, smiling his love for her.

"Oh yes, I do, I absolutely do," she replied, her eyes watering with love.

Al was asked a similar question, to which he also answered in the affirmative. Then it was time for the vows. Both Cherie and Al had worked on these carefully for a long time, wanting them to be affirmations of their love for each other while at the same time permitting each other to have the option to express themselves as they wished. Now it was time; time to commit to their lives together. Kushla did not have to say the vow first and have them repeat it; both Cherie and Al knew the vows by heart, they had become part of them already. They turned to each other and held hands, looking deeply into each other's loving eyes.

"I, Cherie Mary Taylor, do promise to love you, Alfred James Sinclair, for as long as we choose to remain husband and wife. I vow to give you the freedom to be who you are, to be honest and truthful in all matters, to enable and encourage you to live your life to the fullest potential, to nurture and cherish you and, God willing, to bear your children, all to the best of my ability."

Then it was Al's turn. "I, Alfred James Sinclair, do promise to love you, Cherie Mary Taylor, for as long as we choose to remain husband and wife. I vow to give you the freedom to be who you are, to be honest and truthful in all matters, to enable and encourage you to live your life to the fullest potential, to nurture and cherish you and, God willing, to give you children, all to the best of my ability."

Kushla then asked for the rings, which Frank handed to her, and they each placed the ring on the other's finger. Then Kushla said those words which Cherie and Al had been waiting for.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. Al, you may kiss the bride."

Al gently lifted Cherie's veil and embraced her, as she did him, kissing each other long and passionately amidst sustained clapping from the congregation. When eventually they broke their clinch, they turned around.

"I give you Mr Al and Mrs Cherie Sinclair," announced Kushla.

There was more clapping and then the music commenced and Cherie walked back down the aisle on her husband's arm followed by Karen and family and friends who joined the procession once the happy couple had passed their seats. Once at the back of the congregation they stopped and people came to them, congratulating, kissing and hugging the happy couple. That went on for a long time as they each chatted with their guests, thanking them for their good wishes. Eventually Karen broke it up, telling the guests that it was time for photos, Amy escorting the wedding party to the selected location.

After an hour or so of photographs, when Cherie and Al were getting tired of continually smiling and were quite thirsty, they ended and people could mix and mingle informally. Al and Cherie even managed a few moments of privacy.

"I love you, husband of mine," said Cherie as she pressed her body against his and kissed him.

"I love you too, wife of mine," replied Al with a grin.

"Do you want to know something, darling?"

"Yes, if you wish to tell me."

"I won't tell you, just feel."

Cherie moved Al's hand between them and pushed it under her gown towards her pussy, feeling his fingers seeking her treasure, touching her, feeling for her bikini bottoms but finding only her smoothly shaven mound.

"Oh, wonderfully daring, darling," he murmured in her ear, withdrawing his hand reluctantly. "That's the sexiest thing I think you've ever done."

Cherie could feel his cock hardening inside his suit trousers and rubbed her hand over the bulge. Then it was time to end their intimate moment and be seated at the bridal table for dinner. The food was excellent, wine plentiful and delicious, service wonderful, speeches both witty and endearing. Al made an excellent speech thanking all those who had attended and contributed so much to the couple's happiness. Eventually the eating and formalities were over, the dance band arrived and set up their instruments on the large deck beside the pool, and the celebrations really began as night fell.

Cherie and Karen went to the ladies' room and discussed their hook and eye situation.

"I think the oldies will be off very soon," said Cherie, "When I leave here I'm going to have the bottom two hooks undone. How about you?"

"Sounds good. Then let's undo one more each half hour. I have ten levels of hooks all told, I guess you have as well, so that will give us four hours before we have one level left. That'll be exciting."

"Mmmm, I think we need to play it by ear. In four hours we could be stripped naked and fucked by half the group, who knows."

"You wish! Ok, let's just play it by ear, but two undone first off, eh."

"Agreed."

They walked back to the group, very aware as they did so that they were showing considerably more thigh length than they had earlier. Once there, the MC announced the bridal waltz.

Al and Cherie had been practising but, as with anything that was new, they still missed a few steps. However, the time was short and after a circuit of the floor, the music stopped and each went to select their partner's parent of the opposite gender for a circuit, before the floor was open to everyone. After the first waltz, the band played more contemporary music that young people would consider suitable for dancing. Cherie and Al did the dutiful thing, dancing with their aged relatives before they decided it really was time they left because it was past their bedtime and besides, they didn't quite know how to dance to this new-fangled noise the young ones called music.

Once they had left, Cherie and Karen unfastened another hook. Now when they walked the split in the front finished just below their naked pussies, which they could both feel were becoming quite aroused from the excitement of being nearly, but not quite, permanently exposed.

While Al danced a bracket with Karen, Cherie danced with Frank. Both knew about the gradually increasing exposure of their partner and both explored under their partner's dress, feeling the warm, damp arousal and adding to this by gentle stimulation. Once they had finished, both women were nearly frantic with arousal, but had to continue as though nothing untoward was happening.

The evening took on a different aspect a short time later when apparently two of the women had dared each other to swim in their underwear in the pool. They stood beside the pool at the deep end and, accompanied by cheers from the growing group around them, they stripped off their dresses and stood in bras and G strings.

"I double dare you to swim naked," one said to the other.

Caught up in the moment, the other woman quickly removed both bra and panties, then dived into the tepid water naked, leaving the other woman little choice but to also strip and dive. The lights surrounding the pool glistened on their naked backs and ass cheeks as they completed a length, then stood up to their waists in the shallow water, with lights and moonlight shining on their breasts and engorged nipples.

There was a pause of a few minutes as people digested what they had seen and obviously were discussing whether or not to follow the swimmers' example. The two women in the pool, meanwhile, were wondering what next. Do they stay in the water or climb out, and if climb out, how would they dry themselves and cover themselves now that the excitement had eased and their modesty returned. Eventually one gave up, and swam several more lengths while the other braved the eyes of the group and climbed out, to be met by a waiter bringing several towels, one of which she wrapped around herself. A few minutes later and more cheering was followed by two splashes as the partners of the swimmers dived in naked. The woman with the towel saw her partner in the pool so dived in once again and the four of them cuddled together.

Now that the ice had been broken, so to speak, Karen found Cherie and together they decided to undo all but two hooks, the ones just above and just below their pussies. Once the rest were undone, they felt nearly naked. As they walked their dresses pulled back from their legs almost but not quite showing their pussies and if they leant forward at all their breasts now fell out of the fabric covering them. Both were feeling really sexy and Al and Frank decided that it was time to strip the bride and matron of honor. They escorted the two women to the edge of the pool near a group that was still there from previously.

"Who would like to strip the bride?" called Frank in a loud voice.

This was enough to attract the attention of everyone nearby and the group moved towards the four, one guy boldly volunteering.

"Right, so come over here. What's your name?"

"Charlie," he replied.

"Right, Charlie, first you must allow Cherie to strip you, then you may strip her. Deal?"

"Deal," agreed Charlie, giving Frank a high five.

For Cherie, things had suddenly started to move too fast, but she was committed. She approached Charlie and began stripping him, top half first, then trousers, leaving him standing with his undershorts tented over his erection. Cherie looked him in the eye.

"Feeling horny, are we?"

"Oh yes, and wanting to strip you too."

Cherie knelt in front of him and pulled his shorts slowly down, his cock springing back up as it cleared the elastic. She leant forward and took him in her mouth, sucking him deeply then moving off him.

"Like that?"

"Oh yes, do it some more please. Suck me till I cum."

"In your dreams," replied Cherie, standing in front of him. "Now, your turn. Just four little hooks and eyes and I'm naked."

Charlie quickly undid the hooks and eyes then pulled her dress apart, looking at her naked body standing before him. She shrugged her shoulders out of the dress and it fell to the ground, being collected by Al, who draped it over a chair. Charlie then unclipped her stockings from the suspender belt and pulled them all to the ground where he held them as Cherie stepped out.

"Let's go swimming," she said, holding onto Charlie as she dived into the water. They surfaced and Cherie swam to one side, standing against the wall with her breasts floating on the surface. She was quickly joined by Charlie, but resisted his continued advances, telling him in no uncertain terms that he was not her type, but thank you for the services rendered. While that was playing out, Karen had stripped another guy who was in the process of removing her dress. A few seconds later they both joined the pool party and Karen swam over to Cherie.

"Well that was fun," she said as she arrived. "Time for the men to join us I think."

From the pool she organized several women to strip Frank and Al, who quickly joined them in the water. They hugged each other and kissed, each man playing with his wife's pussy, feeling the smoothness of the recently shaved skin and inserting his fingers inside, feeling her warmth and arousal. Al placed his arms around Cherie and turned her towards him, sliding his legs between hers and obviously making ready to penetrate her.

"No, darling, I want out first married love making session to be in bed, just the two of us, not in a pool with all our friends looking on."

"Well then, my darling wife, we'd better get out of this pool and head off to our hotel so we can do just that," replied Al.

They kissed, climbed out of the pool and dried themselves, then dressed again, Cherie fastening only hooks and eyes immediately below her navel, meaning that her pussy was naked to view as she walked towards the doors. Just before leaving, Cherie threw her bouquet to the assembled group of young women. It was caught by Al's younger sister.

"Looks like we'll have a wedding to attend soon, honey," grinned Cherie.

"Yeah, I don't even think she's got a boyfriend yet so we may be waiting a while."

They waved, called their thanks to the well-wishers, said a fond farewell to Karen and Frank, were hugged and kissed by Lance and Bel, then walked out to the waiting limo and were taken to the penthouse suite that had been booked by Al's great uncle as a wedding present for them. Once inside they came to each other and embraced, kissing and cuddling, their first time alone as a married couple.

"Do you feel any different?" asked Cherie.

"Yes, I think I do. It's sort of a commitment thing, yet in reality we haven't made any vows additional to what we've already been practising. However, it sort of just feels right."

"I agree. It's good to know that we each have someone to come home to, to love, even though we'll undoubtedly make love with others, we now have each other. Yet it's not a possessive type of love; rather a permissive type. And having a ring is always a good way of deflecting unwanted attention from others."

"Yes, I know what you mean there. Anyway, wife, it's time you did your wifely duty. Please remove all my clothing and come to bed with me."

"Yes, master, as you command."

Al burst out laughing. "Well, that's a good one. What an obedient little wife you've become in the past few hours. I think it's time I removed your clothing too, what there is of it. Did you see the effect you had on the doorman?"

"Yes," chuckled Cherie, "He'll have wet dreams thinking about me for months, I'd say."

She removed his shirt, trousers, shorts and foot wear then he unclipped her wedding dress for a last time, leaving them both standing naked, facing each other, Al's cock reaching for the stars. They stepped towards each other, slowly, reverently, reaching out as they approached, each anticipating the feel of the other's skin against their own. They embraced, again quietly, their love somehow muted by the magnitude of the moment.

After several minutes of cuddling and honouring each other, Al held her hand and led her to the picture window. Below them was the city, spread out before them, a fairyland of lights as far as the eye could see.

"I wonder if there's anyone down there as happy as we are," said Al quietly.

"I'm sure in their own way there are many people who think they are, but perhaps that's because they've never experienced this true happiness we have right now." Cherie turned and kissed Al again, snuggling against him as a chill came through the glass. They stood for a few more minutes looking at the view, then she hit the switch to close the blinds as Al picked her up in his arms and carried her to the huge bed, placing her gently on the coverlet. She opened her legs, inviting him to make love to her.

He crawled onto the bed between her ankles, kissing his way up her lower legs, inner thighs, his tongue finding her wet pussy, parting her lips, licking upwards, over her clit, playing with her hood ring, back down again, between her lips, entering her hole, tasting her, his hands busy caressing her breasts, gently rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

"I love you, darling Cherie," he murmured against her pussy, the vibrations sending thrills through her body.

He continued his journey, kissing his way up her abdomen to her ribs, then moving to his left, kissing, licking, sucking and biting her right breast while she moaned in arousal. He repeated his stimulation on her left breast, causing Cherie to moan again, more, louder as she wrapped her legs around his body, pulling upwards with her legs, trying to force his cock into her drooling waiting cavity.