Chapter 54 - Resuming Our Honeymoon in France

Richard welcomed us back to the jet, after the short helicopter flight and drive from the other side of the airport. One of the pilots of the helicopter presented Marshall with a basket of fresh items from Alsfeld. There were Alsfelder Potato Sausages with Salzekuchen (salty cakes), Aleburger Käs (cheese), herb breads and rolls straight from the oven of the Alsfelder Herb Woman, and even Alsfelder Beer, made from mineral water sourced from volcanic rocks. A separate box held Alsfelder kisses and ducats, the most popular sweet treats in the town. When we pulled up at the jet, Richard took the food from Marshall, and ran them up to give to Jean-Pierre on the plane.

We all boarded, settled in, and we were ready for departure in a fairly short time. The flight ahead of us back to Marseille was less than 500 miles, taking less than ninety minutes from take-off to landing, if there were no delays. It had been a full day already, having to wake up earlier than expected to beat the storm, so we didn't have to change our planned visit, and we were all quite tired. Marshall and I went to the stateroom, to lie down for a quick nap, Antoine and Celeste did the same on the lounge sofa bed, and Marie enjoyed one of the reclining massage chairs up front.

It was just a short forty-five minute rest, but it helped, and Bill was announcing our descent back into Marseille, so we had to take our seats and buckle up for landing. Jean-Pierre held off on cooking the meal he had prepared to make, seeing us all so tired and wanting to rest, so he packed it all up to take back to the villa, along with all the treats from the visit to Alsfeld. It was after 6pm when we landed, with François there to greet us with the beautiful purple Aston Martin DBX707, so we all piled in to head home, Jean-Pierre up front, and the food placed in the trunk, or boot. Marshall already had a text message from Charles about our factory visit.

Being so crowded in the DBX, Marshall waited until we got to the estate before calling Charles. The text message from Charles said the president of Hartmann really enjoyed our visit, and was looking into taking Marshall up on hie generous offer to visit Fiji. Marshall shared that with us while we drove, Míchel was there to open the gate for us and welcome us back. Jean-Pierre and Míchel unloaded the food, and we all got out, feeling good to be back home in Marseille before sunset.

Marshall invited Antoine and Celeste to stay for dinner, but the first order of business was all of us getting undressed, so we could be au naturel around the villa. I went to the kitchen and saw Jean-Pierre and Marie preparing apple-roasted pork loin with a cherry balsamic glaze, to go with all the fresh food we'd brought back from Germany. Celeste was every bit as outgoing as I was, strolling out onto the pool deck in the nude, then clambered out on the rocks to the point extending out through and overlooking the Catalans view sitting area. I rushed out to join her, and soon she and I were the center of attention for people below, waving to them below us.

Antoine was fairly comfortable around the villa, so while Celeste and I were outside, he walked into the kitchen, and Marie smiled at him. All she was wearing was an apron, turning around to wiggle her butt toward him, which was an invitation he was going to take advantage of. Marie leaned over the counter, bracing herself as Antoine grabbed her hips, pulled apart her butt cheeks with his thumbs, and pressed the head of his massive cock against her pussy. Marie was so wet with anticipation, that Antoine slid in easily a few inches, causing her to gasp at the initial penetration stretching.

It didn't matter that Antoine's cock didn't fit all the way inside of Marie's pussy, because he was merely getting lubed up with her juices for fucking her ass, where he could fit. Antoine stretched and teased her other hole with his thumbs while pounding her pussy, until it began to respond by winking at him, and he knew she was ready. Withdrawing his cock from her wet pussy, Antoine pushed his cock into Marie's ass, making her gasp again when it popped in, and taking a few strokes to get deeper. Soon, he was at that inner bend, so Marie pushed her ass back toward Antoine, causing him to slither all the way in, balls deep, and they both moaned from the incredible feeling.

François entered the kitchen, saw Marie being butt fucked my Antoine, who asked him if he wanted to join in, lifting Marie up into his arms while she was impaled upon his cock in her ass. Marie's legs were held wide apart by Antoine, and François wasn't going to pass up this opportunity with Marie. Already primed by Antoine's huge prick, François buried his inside Marie easily, and now Marie was taking both cocks like a pro, moaning a little louder now. Marshall had finished his phone call with Charles, heard the noise coming from the kitchen, and walked in to see Antoine and François fucking Marie. Smiling, Marshall looked out back to spot me with Celeste.

Walking out back by the pool, Marshall called to me and Celeste, telling us we looked adorable from his viewpoint. We both turned to climb back over the rocks, to go to him, and Celeste impulsively jumped into the pool. I gave Marshall a hug and kiss, and it was a little cool outside, so I didn't feel like swimming. We both watched Celeste for a moment, then I heard Marie's voice from the kitchen, Marshall told me she was with François and Antoine, so I smiled and told him to have some fun with Celeste. I went into the kitchen, where Jean-Pierre was still working on dinner preparations around Marie, François and Antoine.

Jean-Pierre was suitably aroused, his cock pushing out the front of his apron. I smiled at him, squatted in front so I could access his stiff eight inch rod, with that big mushroom head, and I began to lick and suck it. Leaning back against the sink, I soon had Jean-Pierre's cock head stretching and massaging my throat, and he had gripped my head in his hands to skull fuck me. The smell of the food cooking, with all of us getting it on in the kitchen, had be aroused so much, that I asked Jean-Pierre if he wanted to fuck me. He nodded, so I stood up, leaned over the counter, then Jean-Pierre plunged his spit covered cock inside of me after the initial penetration.

Marie began to cum on the two fuck poles she was riding upon, letting out little squeals of pleasure that sounded so cute, her little body and legs shaking from the intensity of her orgasm. That's all it took for François to join her by cumming inside of her pussy, but Antoine was still going at full throttle inside of her butt. Marie began kissing François passionately as she whimpered from Antoine's relentless shagging of her ass, and François just held his cock still inside of her pussy, letting out the last few spurts inside her.

Perhaps he had some sexual tension built up, or it was what was going on around him, but Jean-Pierre began to cum inside of me, and I encouraged him to give it all to me. Once he was done cumming, I swung my hips forward to make him pull out, so I could squat back down to clean off his cock with my mouth, pushing him into my throat again as I looked up into his eyes. Jean-Pierre definitely appreciated my attention, along with the new way of life with me and Marshall, and he thanked me. Jean-Pierre returned to tending to the meal he was making, François pulled out of Marie, so I cleaned off his cock with my mouth, and I loved the taste of Marie's pussy juices on it.

François left the kitchen to begin preparing the dining table for dinner. Antoine was still slamming Marie's ass upon his huge fuck pole, so I asked if I could join in, and Marie pulled me toward her. My cock was hard, her pussy was so warm and wet, already filled with François' creampie, and I easily slithered all the way into Marie's cunt. I reached down to rub her anal donut that was pushed out around Antoine's thrusting cock, and she began kissing me as she had been with François. Marie began to cum a second time, and this time Antoine decided to fill her butt with his warm creamy load, while her involuntary sphincter spasms squeezed his cock firmly.

Once Antoine finished cumming, he lifted Marie up off our cocks, and set her down on her shaky legs, so I helped stabilize her for a moment. I turned to Antoine, who's cock was still hard, and I began to clean it off, as I had done for François and Jean-Pierre, then I asked if he had anything left for me. He looked outside to see Marshall fucking Celeste, and he suggested we go outside to join them. I grabbed Antoine's still stiff rod, and we walked out onto the pool deck. I bent over, spread my cheeks, still wet from Jean-Pierre's creampie, and Antoine's cock slid right into me.

I was close enough to Celeste that she and I began to kiss each other, as Marshall fucked her ass, because he'd already fucked her pussy while I was in the kitchen with Marie and the other guys. Antoine was pummeling my asspussy so deeply, that it took my breath away initially until I got used to the stretch. I don't know if anyone could ever fully get used to the size of his enormous appendage that was world famous, at least in porn. It took about five minutes until I felt my body reacting to Antoine's assault, my legs began to tremble, so Antoine gripped my hips to pull me forcefully onto his cock, in time with each thrust of his hips forward.

When I began cumming on Antoine's fuck stick, Celeste cupped her hand under my cock to catch my cum, bringing it to her mouth to slurp off, so she could kiss me and share it. Marshall fucked Celeste extra fast and hard after that, making her cum on his cock, and Marshall rewarded her with a nice anal creampie. Antoine had already filled Marie, so it was unlikely he was going to cum again with me, and he kept going for a few minutes, until he and Marshall decided we ought to get ready to eat soon. Once they both pulled out of us, we each went to our guys to clean off their cocks, Celeste to Antoine, and me with Marshall.

Hearing claps and cheering, we looked up to see two couples that had been watching us from near the rooftop pool in the hotel next door, so Celeste and I looked up, smiled and waved. I told Marshall that Celeste and I were going to take a quick shower before dinner, I grabbed her hand, headed inside to the elevator, and rode up to the master suite. We groped each other's bodies while bathing each other. I couldn't resist sucking on Celeste's pointy nipples, that quickly puffed out and felt so nice in my mouth. Our fingers quickly migrated to each other's holes, we began kissing, and the creampies flowed out of each of us in the shower. That was lots of fun.

After drying off, we took the stairs back down, and I enjoyed watching how Celeste's tight body jiggled and bounced as she went down the steps. The smells from the kitchen were intoxicating, and Míchel announced dinner would be served in a few minutes. The sun was getting close to going down, so a table was set for us out on the veranda, next to the pool, and we all went out to take our seats. Míchel, François and Marie all brought out the food to us, followed by Jean-Pierre with a bottle of wine, which he corked and presented to Marshall for his approval, then poured.

The sunset was beautiful, watching it while we ate and talked about the trip to Germany, and I asked Antoine and Celeste if they'd thought about their wedding plans. Celeste said something to Antoine in French, which he shared, saying that they wanted to know if I would be Celeste's maid of honor, and Marshall be his best man. Marshall and I both grinned, and said we would be honored. Antoine continued, asking if we could do it on the yacht, which Marshall said was a great idea, adding the Captain could officiate it as long as we were out on the ocean in international waters, because he was a notary public, and had done so previously.

Antoine was a longtime resident of Marseille, both he and Celeste were French citizens, and they'd have to register the marriage at the City Hall. I asked how far we needed to go out from shore to be in international waters, and Marshall explained it was generally twelve miles from shores, which would only take about twenty minutes at the cruising speed of 32 knots in the yacht. With that being settled, we started talking about what they wanted the wedding ceremony to look like. Celeste once again said something to Antoine, who translated they both wanted it small, with just us, fully naked, without any wedding dress necessary, but the garter was essential.

Marshall asked Antoine if they had thought about their wedding rings or honeymoon, which Antoine responded they felt that Fiji would be a great honeymoon, but they hadn't thought about their rings. Marshall said he would be more than happy to host them on their honeymoon, and they could fly back with us to Fiji, if they wanted to. In addition, Marshall said he would cover the cost of the rings, and I excitedly asked if we could go with Antoine and Celeste to pick them out. It was settled, we would all go out over the next day or two to obtain the wedding registration paperwork and pick out the rings.

Celeste was enjoying everything, from the villa and yacht, to the jet and villa, and especially her new fiance, Antoine, along with all of us. It was an unexpected series of events that landed her here with all of us, and she and Antoine wanted to use the playroom again, before going to her hotel room, which she was scheduled to check out of the next day. After that, she would be staying with Antoine at his place, or both of them here at the villa. I was pretty tired from the flights and everything, as was Marshall, so we headed up to our room and wished Antoine and Celeste a good night. They went off to the playroom to have some fun, before going to her hotel room.

On the way up the elevator, I asked Marshall if he was happy about the new vehicle. He said he was very impressed with Charles' recommendation, making sure to tell him so when they spoke on the phone. I said it looked like we could go pretty much anywhere we chose to in that thing, and he admitted it was a beast that could take some getting used to. I told him that pretty much explained him, which made him laugh. The elevator opened, we slipped into bed and I spooned into Marshall. He asked me how I felt about expanding the housing at the compound, as he was now referring to the place in Fiji. There were so many people going to be living there, including staff and others.

I told Marshall it felt like our new home was almost going to be like a commune, and I loved having lots of friendly people around. Marshall chuckled, telling me that most people got a lot more friendly when they were around me and my influence on them. Marshall admitted it was one of my qualities that he found so endearing, with it being the primary reason he chose to accept so many new things he might not have previously, after we met that one day in the alleyway, and I entered his life.

Not fully understanding his question, he said he was thinking about not just building the guest houses, but perhaps a larger secondary home or adding onto the existing one. I asked what his thinking was about it, and Marshall said it might be possible that Antoine and Celeste might want to live in Fiji, once they got a taste of it, and it might be better for them to have a bigger place than one of the guest houses, that were also used by staff members. I said a separate home for Antoine and Celeste would probably be best, because there were moments that even Celeste was more energetic than me, which made Marshall laugh, and admit it was true.

We drifted off to sleep, awakening the next morning to a bright sunny day, seeing Marshall already at his workstation in the bedroom, responding to messages from Lawrence about the business. There was also mention of the official paperwork received for the non-profit that was created in Hawaii, The Bula Foundation, for college and university education scholarships in Fiji. It turns out the people we had spoken with in Fiji had also drummed up additional support from some wealthy people that had moved to Fiji, or had homes or businesses there. When Marshall shared this news with me, it was so exciting, and a perfect way to start the day.

Marshall was still busy with a few more things, including an update from Penaia, in Fiji, about a number of things, and they were talking on the phone. The five additional Fijian bure homes were under construction, due to have the basic structures completed before we returned, and Marshall told Penaia he might even construct a secondary large home on the property for a close friend and his soon-to-be wife. Penaia shared that Vishal and Laisa's studies and entrance exam preparations were going well, which Marshall said was good to hear, and everyone was getting along very well with each other there. Marshall told Penaia we would be returning to Fiji with three extra people.

I rode the elevator down to the main floor, strutting into the kitchen for a glass of juice and cup of coffee, and there was Marie, looking as adorable as ever in just a loose-fitting tank top. Jean-Pierre had some fresh squeezed orange juice, which was excellent, and he made me up a morning mocha espresso. I strolled with it out to the pool, and I heard Celeste's voice yell out a bonjour to me from her balcony, where she stood with Antoine. I waved to them, then motioned for them to head over. Antoine yelled down to say Celeste was going to check out of the hotel, and then they'd be over at the front with her bags.

Wrapping up all his follow-up, Marshall walked outside to join me, and I shared that Antoine and Celeste would be over as soon as she packed up and checked out. Marshall said it was a beautiful day, he wanted to leave it up to me as to what I wanted to see or do. I expressed that I was torn between wanting to spend time alone with him, just the two of us, and having Celeste and Antoine joining us. Marshall suggested we do both, because Celeste was probably going to be staying at Antoine's home with him, and we could help transporting Celeste's bags there, while they rode on Antoine's motorcycle.

That sounded perfect, because we could see some sights while Celeste got situated at Antoine's. After that, the four of us could all get together for dinner and a nice evening, to discuss their wedding plans, if they were up for it. Celeste must have either packed up quickly, or already had it done when I saw her, because Antoine was calling Marshall to say they would be arriving out front in a few moments, and she was just checking out. We walked through the house to the front door, Marshall went out to unlock the front gate, and Antoine was pulling Celeste's big suitcase on the sidewalk, with another bag slung over his shoulder. Celeste had a purse and handbag.

We all enjoyed a nice breakfast that Jean-Pierre prepared for us, and Marshall suggested we speak briefly about Antoine and Celeste's upcoming wedding, so we could all plan accordingly. Antoine confirmed that Celeste would be staying with him at his home, until we went to Fiji, and Marshall asked Antoine and Celeste if they had any interest in living there. The two of them looked at each other, and it was clear it sounded intriguing to them, so Marshall said we could talk about that later on tonight.

Running down the main priorities, Marshall asked if they'd like us to drive Celeste's bags to Antoine's home, then they could spend some time there alone, while we did some other things. We could get together later on for dinner, so discuss the marriage license, the ceremony, picking out the wedding rings, deciding what type of food and cake for the reception, and whatever else they wanted for their special day. Antoine looked a little like a deer in the headlights, talking about getting married, hitched, spoken for, and Celeste kissed him to snap him out of it. Antoine said that sounded fine, only really registering part of what Marshall had said.

Celeste was totally into riding on the motorcycle with Antoine, so Marshall and I followed them in the Bentley convertible, with her bags. Once they began to ride, Celeste pulled off her top, riding topless behind Antoine, and I told Marshall she was a perfect match for him, and Marshall agreed. When we got to Antoine's, he grabbed Celeste's bags, arranging to come back to the villa before sunset, so we could all enjoy dinner together. After saying goodbye, Marshall and I were off for the day together, starting with the Basilique Notre-Dame de la Garde, then the Musée d'Histoire de Marseille down at the Old Port.

Chapter 53 - The Celebration Begins on the Way to Germany | Chapter 55 - Celeste and Antoine's Wedding at Sea