Chapter Fifty-Three - The Celebration Begins on the Way to Germany

After arriving home, we all peeled out of the DBX707, behind the cover of the gate, although I'm sure that anyone looking down at from across the street could easily see us. Even at nighttime, the street lights were nearby, along with the property security lights being triggered. We all jiggled our way naked down to the grotto, as we'd left in the morning, going in through the wine cellar. Antoine asked if he and Celeste could spend some time together in the playroom, and of course Marshall said he could. They ended up eventually getting over to her room in the hotel, probably as they did before, and avoiding the lobby.

Marshall and I were pretty wiped out, Marie and Jean-Pierre retired, knowing we had an early morning flight to Germany on the jet. While we lied in bed, I asked Marshall what tomorrow's travels looked like. He explained we needed to get to Alsfeld, Germany, which only had a small airfield that was too small for the G700 to take off from, so they offered to fly us in and back from nearby Frankfurt International Airport, which was less than an hour flight from Marseille, then about 40 minutes by jetcopter. The bottom line is, we would likely be there in less than two hours, getting a chance to meet before lunch.

The way he stated it was clear, so I felt better about what to expect, but I wanted to know more about his personal feelings on some matters important to me. I asked Marshall how he felt about Marie, or Bernice, Laisa and Darla, for that matter. He knew it was a loaded question, considering his words carefully, before responding. What he said next was the right answer, at least for me. Marshall expressed that he chose to marry me because he enjoyed everything about me, filling him with joy and excitement, whenever I experienced it with him, and it made him feel more alive than he had in years.

Continuing, Marshall told me that he could see how happy I was with having Bernice, Darla, and now Marie, around me, which he also enjoyed, and because it was all shared with me, it was so much more special. I got it. Perhaps this was a conversation we should have had a long time ago, and it was good for both of us to get it out in the open. I told him I felt safe and secure with him, and my new friends, most of which happened to be the staff, so it made life even better. Marshall laughed, smacked me on the butt, and told he I was right, once again. We kissed, I rolled over, and we spooned, falling asleep within minutes of cuddling.

When I woke up, I heard Marshall talking on his cellphone in the bathroom, and it sounded like it was Bill on the other end. Marshall told me we needed to get going sooner than expected, due to potential flight departure delays later on with some unexpected weather approaching, which we needed to beat. Marshall dialed up Antoine, telling him we needed to leave right now, asking how soon he and Celeste could be over, if they still wanted to go. He could hear Celeste in the background, and Antoine said they'd be over in four minutes. Marshall called and awakened Jean-Pierre, who said he would be ready right away. I was already on my way to get Marie in her bedroom.

Throwing on some clothes, I arriving at Marie's bedroom door, after a quick ride down the elevator, and knocked. She was still asleep, so I opened the door, and she looked so angelic, still naked. I kissed her, she awakened, and I said if she wanted to go to Germany, we needed to go now. I helped her get out of bed, get something on, and she was so groggy. At the elevator were Antoine and Celeste, so we all rode up together to the main floor, where Marshall was awaiting us, with François and Jean-Pierre already out in the DBX. We were going to pile in again, but it was a short drive.

Only twenty-three minutes from the time we pulled away from the house, we were turning in to approach the jet that awaited us with Bill and Richard. Jean-Pierre was the first out and on the plane, shaking Richard's hand at the bottom of the steps onboard. He immediately began preparations for breakfast, which none of us had, already getting espressos going, before we'd even boarded. Marshall and I were the first, following Jean-Pierre, I hugged Richard, and Jean-Pierre handed us each our espressos as we passed him. His timing was impeccable.

Celeste was marveling at the aircraft, in Antoine's arm, so Marie bounded up into the plane, and Jean-Pierre smiled, as he offered her an espresso, and she kissed him on the cheek. What a wonderful way to start the morning, and now Celeste and Antoine were boarding, followed by Richard, who lifted up and secured the hatch. Once Celeste and Antoine settled into their seats, Jean-Pierre brought them their espressos, and Marshall told everyone what he had told me the night before, about the flight to Frankfurt, then the jetcopter to Alsberg, with the meeting scheduled before lunchtime.

We had a storm to beat, were told to finish our espressos, and buckle up for takeoff in a few minutes. It was literally that, taxiing out to the runway for takeoff, with a huge dark and ominous squall approaching the airport. The engines increased pitch, we began to roll, and were soon taking off, just beating the grounding of any further takeoffs by minutes. Most incoming flights had been delayed or diverted, with outgoing commercial flights already cancelled due to weather conditions. We literally made it out with moments to spare, we were in the air, and banking toward our destination.

As soon as we'd ascended far enough to a cruising altitude, I asked Celeste if she wanted a tour of the jet. Her eyes lit up, then I told her she would have to take off her clothes first, and she understood enough to giggle. I escorted her to the lounge area, where I disrobed her, then I led her into the stateroom, where I got undressed. We both caressed each other, her curves feeling so nice to me, with a body as long and slim as mine, but with really nice boobs. I showed her the shower and bathroom, then took her back into the lounge. Marie was hanging back, helping Jean-Pierre with breakfast in the galley.

Marshall and Antoine watched us, talking amongst themselves, only occasionally glancing over at us in the next section and smiling. I showed her the selection of porn movies, she excitedly found some with Antoine, and began to play one of them that was her favorite. She turned up the sound, I lied down, and she straddled me in a 69 (or soixante-neuf) with her. Both our heights similar, we matched up so nicely, and comfortably, then Antoine recognized his voice coming from the next room, and smiling broadly. They were playing one of his porno films, which Marshall now realized, so they both got up to join us.

The movie had Antoine playing the role of a appliance repairman showing up at the home of a beautiful brunette woman, of course the dialogue was in French, which I didn't understand. They quickly got naked with her attempting to suck his cock in the kitchen, before being bent over the counter for a good deep fucking on his monstrous cock. Celeste giggled at the ridiculous dialogue, then got quite aroused when Antoine pulled out his cock on the screen. While she was sucking my cock and I was eating her pussy, Antoine and Marshall appeared in front of us.

The two guys stripped down, with their cocks sticking out, and I noticed them first, because Celeste's butt was facing them. Antoine decided to surprise Celeste, by shoving his huge rod right into her pussy, she gasped and immediately realized it was him. Marshall walked around to Celeste's face, and she switched to sucking his cock, while Antoine proceeded to penetrate her deeper with long thrusts. I began licking Antoine's balls each time they swung forward above my face, and I used my hand to pinch and rub Celeste's clit, which both of them liked.

I saw Marie standing where the guys had been, so I slid out from underneath Celeste, grabbed Marie's hand, and took her back to the stateroom with me. The guys were busy with Celeste, so I wanted to have some fun with Marie. Antoine wasn't getting his huge cock all the way into Celeste's pussy, so he decided to plunge it into her ass, and she let out a long moan, with her mouth full of Marshall's cock. I undressed Marie, and we got into the same position that Celeste and I had been in, but we were fingering each other's butts with our spit moistened fingers, at the same time.

We could have put on a movie back here, but we had plenty of arousing company, hearing what was playing on their screen, plus their sexual activities with Celeste in a spitroast. Celeste was taking Antoine's long cock all the way up her ass, and he was now slamming into her, forcing her forward onto Marshall's cock to make it go deeper into her throat. I coned up my fingers with my thumb folded under, and began ramming them into Marie's butt, while eating out her deliciously smooth and wet pussy. Marie responded by doing the same with her hand in me, escalating our shared experience quickly, and I wanted her hand inside of me so badly.

Marie began grinding her pussy into my face, swiveling her adorable hips and butt above me, then she stopped as I felt her bear down and push out around my knuckles, to allow my hand to slide inside to the wrist. I got my hand inside of her before she got within me, and I felt jealous, so I pushed out my rosebud to suck hers inside, gasping when it entered me. We were both wrist deep in each other's backsides, while providing intense oral stimulation to each other, and we heard Celeste begin to have an orgasm near us. That's all it took for Marie and I to pump out hands inside each other a little quicker and deeper, feeling so wonderfully full and stretched.

Celeste had such a powerful climax, she squirted on the sofa bed, and collapsed afterward upon it, with both guys slipping out of her, and they looked at me and Marie. We were both primed and ready, but I asked Marshall if Antoine could fuck me, while he fucked Marie. He smiled, as did Antoine, and Celeste looked over with the glazed look of lustful afterglow in her eyes. Marie and I withdrew out hands, revealing our gaping pink targets for the guys, and Marshall pulled Marie up, turned her around, bent her over, and thrust his cock deep into her stretched out ass. He didn't waste time getting into his deep plunging, and she arched her back to take it all the way.

Antoine pulled me from off the bed, into the lounge where Celeste and the movie were playing, then he bent me over Celeste so he could slide his massive cock into me. As much as I loved Marshall's big cock, I adored Antoine's even more, but I don't know if I could take it all the time. Once Antoine was pounding away, his balls swinging and slapping against mine, my cock was dripping cummies, and Celeste maneuvered herself so she could lick and suck on my cock, which felt so good along with Antoine's incredibly deep breeding. Marie began to cum after about ten minutes with Marshall, and I did another five minutes later, shooting into Celeste's mouth.

Using every bit of remaining muscle control I had left, I tried to squeeze them around Antoine's cock in pulses to match his stroke, and he groaned. Antoine liked this feeling, and within a few moments, his enormous cock was splashing my insides with his luscious warm cum, which caused me to have another orgasmic wave of pleasure. Watching me with Antoine, along with Marie's little pink donut squeezing his cock, Marshall began cumming inside of her, and she moaned and squirmed as spurts filled her deeply with his seed.

The five of us were now a little sweaty, so we each took turns taking a quick shower and rinse, because there really wasn't room in there to do much or fit more than one person. When we were all done, we strode up to the front of the plane, and Jean-Pierre got us some sparkling water to drink, with the citrus wedges, of course. After just a few minutes of relaxing, Bill announced we were beginning our descent into the Frankfurt Airport. We all put our clothing back on, buckled up, and finished our sparkling water.

Just a short time later, we were touching down, then taxiing over to where a Daimler limousine awaited us, and there were two men there. One appeared to be the driver, the other was dressed formally, wearing a very nice tailored suit and tie. Once the engines were off, Richard emerged from the cockpit to open the door and lower the steps for us, and the man in the suit approached the plane. Richard flew down the steps he was so familiar with, Marshall standing at the doorway, and the man introduced himself as the president of Hartmann, who came to Frankfurt to meet us and ride to the Alsfeld Airport in the helicopter.

Marshall thanked him, introduced himself, and invited the gentleman on board for a quick look at the interior, which he wanted the vehicle to match, as close as possible. He was quite impressed with the jet, looking it over as he went up the steps, and his gaze quickly went to me, Celeste and Marie, before Marshall began pointing out some things he wanted incorporated as design elements within the Unimog Zetros customization. He pulled out his phone and began to document things by taking photos, then Marshall took him to the stateroom, the whole area smelling of sex, which was most certainly noticed.

Once the little details of fabric patterns, the type of fixtures and colors were collected, Marshall thanked him for taking the time to personally greet him and us. Marshall felt this gave him a much better idea as to what was desired in the vehicle build. The president of Hartmann went down the steps first, followed by Marshall, then me, Antoine, Celeste and Marie. Jean-Pierre stayed in the plane with Richard and Bill, to await our return, and he was also going to do some prep for the dinner on the return flight. We were all invited into the limo, to ride across to another area of the airport, where a helicopter was waiting for us.

When we stopped and got out, we were in front of an unusual looking helicopter, which we were told was an Airbus Racer. It had the main rotor on top, two small wings, each with a separate six-blade propeller, looking much different than anything I had ever seen. We were told it had a top speed of over 400 km/h, which worked out to about 250 mph, and all six of us would all barely fit inside, along with the two pilots, with no seats to spare. It would make this a short trip, with most helicopters only traveling at around 300 km/h or less, and others didn't have the capacity to hold all of us. Marshall was suitably impressed, and checked it out, taking a few photos.

All of us put on our seatbelt harnesses, the door closed, engines began to start and whine, and everyone was introduced. When the Hartmann president met Antoine, he recognized him from his movies, and they smiled at each other knowingly. Marie was seated near our host, and she grabbed his hand when we took off, a little scared at the way it surged and tilted once we were off the ground. Her tight clasp loosened, once we were up at a decent altitude and on our way, then her hand fell on his leg, slowly sliding up his thigh as he spoke with Marshall. This wasn't the place to do anything sexual, but she conveyed her interest in making him feel good, albeit uncomfortable, too.

Celeste and I were looking out at the region we were flying over, with vast forests and wide open spaces, with mostly smaller villages along the roadways. It seemed we arrived so quickly, but it was just over 50 miles away by air, and we touched down in a field across the street from the factory, instead of the Alsfeld Airport. We were getting out of the helicopter about twenty minutes from when we boarded, not having to worry about runways, or taxiing on the tarmac. We were all escorted across the street, where there were various Unimog Zetros in various stages of customization, and it was the first time we all got to see them.

Now that he got to see these beasts in person, Marshall began to get excited, and we entered the factory, which was an impressive facility, with so many craftsmen working on various vehicles. Many of the features being worked on were pointed out to us, as we were led to the Unimog Zetros selected for Marshall's new ride. All laid out were fabric samples and other examples for Marshall to inspect, change, or approve, along with the floorplan being contemplated. It was essentially like being in the jet, with a little more width, but not as long in the space, but it had a nice big bed being planned, which I liked right away.

Hartmann Spezialkarosserien was a pristine facility, everything looking spotless, parts of vehicles staged and wrapped for protection before assembly and installation. We got to see an artistic depiction of the exterior and interior in its finished form, through various computer generated images. Marshall only made a few minor adjustments, but no real changes, which spoke well about Charles' efforts to share specifics with them well in advance. We were taken over to look at a couple of vehicles that were either completed, or close to it, so we could be shown more about the interior and exterior features. Marshall was suitably impressed, smiling broadly.

We were taken to a conference room, where there were some refreshments and a lunchtime spread of various local fresh bread, rolls, sliced meats and cheeses, with fruit and veggies on a separate platter. We were invited to help ourselves, while an assistant queued up a video presentation about Hartmann Spezialkarosserien, their customizations, and the vehicle capabilities. The prepared video really highlighted all of the features and capabilities well, and what I was most amazed about was how steep an incline and deep water it could traverse, which really made it perfect for Fiji, and the president said he had already started making arrangements for delivery there.

Marshall invited him to visit there, recommending he plan a holiday during the transport, so he might show us more of the vehicle himself, while enjoying some fun in an exotic location. It appeared he was intrigued by the offer, and Marshall had a number of questions after the video ended. We had a little bit of time, so I asked Marshall if we could see some of this historic town, that went back nearly a thousand years, with many of the structures dating back up to 700 years, and the president of Hartmann offered to be our guide. When we stepped outdoors, a Zetros was waiting for us, outfitted as a transport instead of an all terrain camper.

Before I got into the vehicle, I heard the church bells ringing, and there appeared to be a lot of them, sounding so beautiful. We were told the church dated back to the 1400s, but had been expanded and rebuilt over that time, and it had seven bells. Driving through the village, it was just what one would expect of a German town of about 17,000 residents, and apparently the Brothers Grimm took their inspiration for Red Riding Hood from the red headscarves women wore in the region. We spent nearly two hours going around the city, and it was time for us to head back, to ride the helicopter back to Frankfurt, and make our assigned flight departure slot.

Fortunately, the storm that rolled through Marseille in the morning, headed East, and was long gone by now. Marshall thanked the president of the company for his hospitality, once again reiterating the open offer to him to visit Fiji, and he remained at the factory when we boarded and departed. We all waved, and minutes later we were in Frankfurt, taking the limo over to the jet, which was all refueled and ready for us. This was a nice day trip, and I think Celeste and Marie enjoyed it as much as I did. The customized Zetros would be completed in about two weeks' time, arriving in Fiji not around our return from our honeymoon.

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