Chapter Fifty-Five - Celeste and Antoine's Wedding at Sea

Driving up the hill to the highest point in Marseille, to the Basilique Notre-Dame de la Garde, Marshall explained they had just restored the very top with the golden ball atop the Virgin Mary holding Baby Jesus sculpture. Marshall had made a sizable donation for the restoration, so he had access to certain areas other tourists or even locals did, and we had a personal tour by a nice young woman that spoke English. The view of the ocean was incredible from up there, and we essentially backtracked the way we had driven up there previously, heading down to park near the yacht, where the vehicle could be watched closely by the crew.

Marshall decided to walk with me through part of the Le Panier district for about ten minutes to the Cathédrale La Major, which was another beautiful neo-Byzantine cathedral in Marseille, lined with murals, mosaic & marble, built in the 1800's. The area had lots of galleries, shops and restaurants. It was around lunchtime, but we ate a late breakfast, so we walked across the street to the Musée de l'illusion, which was mind boggling. I had no idea there was a global group of Museums of Illusion, with five of them in France, alone.

Continuing south was the Musée Regards de Provence, which had a lovely tea room on the rooftop, and Marshall made arrangements for us to enjoy lunch up there, with no one else around. It was extra special, with such a wonderful view of the ocean, both enjoy traditional spritzes with proseco with our meal, before touring that museum a little. Marshall told me this could be a nice spot for a wedding reception for Antoine and Celeste, if they wanted to have it on land instead of on the yacht.

We had just enough time to quickly visit the caves and museum at Cosquer Méditerranée, and we would have to wait to see the Musée Regards de Provence, the Musée des civilisations de l’Europe et de la Méditerranée and Fort Saint-Jean. It had been a full day, and we walked the scenic route along the ocean around the Église Saint-Laurent catholic church, back into the Old Port, where we had parked near the yacht. When we arrived there, the first mate spotted us walking, and offered us each a glass of sparkling water with citrus wedges. We enjoyed a few minutes on the yacht to relax, and Marshall discussed the officiating of the wedding with the Captain.

Having just enough time to spare before sunset, we drove back to the villa, arriving about twenty minutes before Antoine and Celeste, who drove up in his baby blue metallic 1955 Citroën SM, powered by its Maserati V6. After greeting them, Míchel told us thr first course of our meal was ready to be served, and of couurse we chose to eat outside to watch the sunset. Jean-Pierre had prepared some fresh tapenade with bread that was still warm, along with a very nice pistou soup. For the main course, we enjoyed a wonderfully rich and aromatic Gardianne de taureau, beef that was slow-cooked with red wine, herbs and mushrooms, as the sunset painted the sky full of color.

As we ate, Marshall asked Antoine and Celeste if they wanted to look for rings in town tomorrow, and if they wanted the reception to be on the yacht or perhaps the tea room where we had lunch earlier. Antoine liked the idea of the tea room, but Celeste wanted something more erotic in mind, remaining naked for the ceremony and reception on the water, upon the yacht. That was it for that, and Antoine explained they were writing their own vows for each other, as Marshall and I had done. Antoine thanked Marshall for his generous offers, because he really didn't have the income or financial reserves to dig into, and Marshall knew it.

Our dessert was my favorite, crème brûlée, topped with fresh raspberries, accompanied with espressos, and Marshall asked Antoine and Celeste if they had anyone else they wanted to attend the wedding or reception. They both said they wanted it to be small, but perhaps they could invite the mayor of Marseille, to help make the wedding more official, as he was required to approve most local weddings, and had attended some of Antoine's wild parties.

Marshall laughed, and said he would probably really enjoy the wedding and reception, but wasn't so sure he would go with the no clothing part of it. Antoine said he would handle that part of it, with privacy being paramount.

It was decided we would be doing lots of preparation tomorrow, for the wedding two days from now, and Antoine had to confirm that the mayor was available, but he had his personal cellphone number. Placing a quick call, speaking in French, Antoine explained what was going on, and the mayor was exceptionally interested, available, and he was well aware of Marshall and his superyacht. As long as we were out at sea, far from prying eyes and paparazzi, he knew it was going to be a lot of fun, as all of Antoine's events were. Now they didn't need the Captain to officiate, but it was still an option, and we made plans to pick out the wedding rings tomorrow.

We sat around the living room with Jean-Pierre, coming up with a reception menu, beginning with pissaladière, which consisted of a caramelized onion topping, with anchovies, and black olives on a thin, crispy dough, that could be eaten as a finger food. Then, once seated, we would dine on a meal of traditional ratatouille and bouillabaisse, served with rouille and crispy croutons. Celeste asked if we might have tarte tropézienne, instead of a wedding cake, and Jean-Pierre explained he could make a small tower with them, which Celeste was so happy to hear.

Jean-Pierre had his work cut out for him, with lots of preparations to be done, some prepared here and transported to the yacht in advance. He was going to be heading out to the Quai des Belges tomorrow morning, to get some of the freshest fish and other ingredients for the bouillabaisse, along with everything else. He was going to require the assistance of all hands on deck for this, including Míchel, François and Marie, and he planned on taking François with him to pick out everything. They all would be there to assist with serving for the reception, where they were well aware that we would all be naked, including them, with the exception of perhaps, aprons.

Most of the decisions having been made, it was time to have some fun in the playroom downstairs, so we all rode down in the elevator, after I asked Marie if she wanted to join us. She was excited, saying she would be right down. Marshall and Antoine selected a nice bottle of local white wine to enjoy in the playroom, along with some wine glasses, while Celeste and I got undressed in the playroom. After corking the bottle and pouring the glasses, Marshall offered a toast to Antoine and Celeste, saying he was so pleased and proud of them for choosing to commit themselves to one another, and wishing them all the best for their shared future.

Celeste and I were each enjoying the taste of our respective guy's cocks, preparing them for us, then she and I got into a soixante-neuf with me on my back on the bed, my butt near the edge of it. Antoine got on the bed behind Celeste, plunging in for a few strokes in her pussy, as I backed my face away so I could lick his balls, before pressing his huge cock into her ass. Marshall was already penetrating me, while Celeste kept trying to suck my cock, with Antoine shoving himself deeper inside her cute butt. Celeste had become quite fond of the feeling of taking Antoine's massive prick inside of her ass, and it quickly became her favorite lovemaking position with him.

There was a quiet knock on the door from Marie, who was standing in the doorway, completely naked and looking adorable as always, and I invited her in. She quickly turned her attention to me and Celeste, touching, kissing and licking our bodies, teasing out goosebumps while we were being fucked by the guy's big cocks. Celeste began to cum, her sucking stopped while she moaned, and Marie began to kiss her passionately, only intensifying Celeste's orgasm. Celeste wanted to return the favor, so she invited Marie to take her position, while she did as Marie had been doing for me and her, and Antoine took a plunge into Marie's pussy before pushing into her butt.

Not too many pussies could handle the size of Antoine's enormous cock, so it meant anal sex was the best way for him to really fuck balls deep, and soon he was doing so inside of Marie. Her little body was writhing and undulating with each thrust of Antoine's fuck pole, and now I was getting close, because Marshall didn't slow much at all, except when the girls changed positions. I felt my muscles tensing up, as Marie seemed to sense, and she sucked extra hard as I erupted in her mouth, my swollen sphincters pulsing around Marshall's thrusting cock until he began to give me my warm internal cream shower. Marie didn't miss a drop, and I resumed licking her pussy.

Marie was now so turned on, bucking herself against Antoine's pounding like a little animated sex toy, and she began to cum on his cock. The excitement of it all made Antoine also cum, squirting his warm seed so deeply within Marie, which made her climax more intense, and she squirted in my mouth. At last, we all had our happy ending to our day, but we had a big day tomorrow, with the wedding the following day, so Antoine and Celeste got ready to go, Marie was going to clean up the playroom, and Marshall and I escorted Celeste and Antoine out to their vehicle, after we threw on our clothes. They would be back in the morning, before we went to pick out their rings.

With all the walking and fun of the evening, Marshall and I fell asleep pretty quickly, sleeping in the same position for most of the night. We awoke to Antoine calling Marshall, saying he and Celeste were on their way. We got up, splashed some water on our faces, got dressed, went downstairs to have a quick glass of juice and some espresso to help us wake up, and Marshall made a call to the jeweler he wanted to go to. By the time he got off the phone, Antoine and Celeste had arrived in his classic Citroën, and François opened the gate for them to pull in.

Going out in the convertible Bentley again today, we all got in, Antoine in the passenger seat up front, with me and Celeste in the back, and it was another wonderfully sunny day. We pulled up to a non-descript building, entering in to see all sorts of beautiful showcases with sculpted jewelry, and Celeste was drawn to a case that had a pair of rings she loved. These sculpted gold rings were in the form of a naked man and women on either side, their arms coming together as the setting for a diamond solitaire for the woman, with a thicker band for a man, that had the couple embracing one another at the top.

Antoine loved them, which made this task easy. All that had to be done was to get them sized, which was done while we waited, and I saw one that had the couple having sex. Marshall could tell I loved it, so he bought it for me, along with the wedding bands for Antoine and Celeste, he thanked the proprietor, and we were off in less than an hour. Next, we headed to a nearby florist, where Antoine and Celeste picked out their favorites, and discussed how they wanted them used, creating a crown of flowers and something like leis, reminiscent of what was common in both Hawaii and Fiji, which made me feel they would love it there for their honeymoon.

Marshall asked Antoine and Celeste what they wanted to do, and Celeste wanted to go back out to the yacht, so we could think about where things might be set up for the wedding and reception. Marshall suggested we make a day of it, heading out to find a nice spot for the wedding itself. The Captain quickly adjusted to Marshall's needs, with the first mate casting us off, and Marshall had the concierge at the nearby hotel to send over a valet to take the Bentley over for safe keeping while we were out, which is something he had done before, with guests of Marshall's staying there before and after trips on the yacht out of Marseille.

Once we got a little way out, Marshall decided we could cover a lot more ground on the tender, so the first mate launched the Frauscher-Porsche boat, we all got in, and headed out at a much faster pace. Celeste got undressed first, so I joined her by doing the same, then Antoine followed suit. Marshall was piloting the boat, so he would have to wait, and GPS was telling us we were already in international waters, far enough to where we couldn't even see the yacht, much less any signs of Marseille even further away. Celeste told Antoine it felt like we were so far out, which wasn't quite as comfortable as still seeing land, and Marshall assured her everything was fine.

Stopping the boat, Marshall got undressed, so we were all naked, and Marshall said this was about where we needed to be for the wedding, situated in international waters, straight off the Marseille coast, without being in any shipping lanes. Marshall logged the GPS coordinates to provide the Captain, and we began boating back, with wind blowing our hair as we moved so quickly through the open water. A pod of striped dolphins appeared and followed us for a little while, not knowing if we might be doing any fishing they could take advantage of, and potentially plunder. I was reminded to ask Marshall if they inspired the design pattern on his jet, he smiled, and said they were.

The wedding being just a day away, Antoine said he and Celeste still had to finish their vows, in addition to the rest of their plans, so we headed back to the yacht. It was a short trip, arriving back to board the yacht so the tender could be lifted back inside and rinsed off, before we headed back into the docks at the Old Port. Just before we arrived, Marshall called the hotel, to have the Bentley brought back out, and it was waiting for us with the valet, when we got back in and were moored. The drive home was quick, Celeste remaining topless in the back seat with me, and I was given the rings to hold until the wedding ceremony tomorrow, after we arrived.

Calling the mayor, Antoine made final arrangements with him, and was told by the mayor he would bring the marriage certificate with him. He was also going to bring two of his security personnel to safeguard the area and protect the vehicles on shore, while we were out on the ocean. After thanking Marshall for everything, Antoine and Celeste headed back to his place, Jean-Pierre and Marie served Marshall and I a nice lunch out on the veranda. After that, Marshall and I went for a swim and just relaxed a little, because tomorrow would be a busy day, starting in the morning.

Antoine was going to drive his Citroën along with Celeste, we would ride in the Bentley, with François driving us, and the rest of the staff would ride in the Peugeot 308. They would probably need to take a couple of trips to transport the food, some of it was already being prepped for tomorrow. Jean-Pierre was making all of the brioche for the dessert tower, piping them in the morning, then arranging and dusting them on the yacht. The ratatouille would be prepared and ready to cook on board, with bouillabaisse being cooked overnight without all of the seafood being added until on the yacht.

Everything else was well situated, and tonight's dinner was a tasty chicken piccata served over homemade linguini noodles, accompanied by a nice local white wine. To compliment it, Jean-Pierre pan fried up some artichoke hearts, served with a lemon butter sauce and Parmesan cheese. He was so busy, I was surprised by this meal, and I thanked him so much for everything, giving him a big wet kiss. Marshall told Jean-Pierre we didn't need to eat breakfast at the house in the morning, because we would be going out to the yacht after morning juice and coffee, which seemed to be a relief to Jean-Pierre, and he shared what he had already prepared for tomorrow.

We were going to head off for the yacht in the morning, probably right after we got up, so we took our showers tonight, and I placed the wedding rings in a place where I wasn't going to forget them. We cuddled into each other, talking about everything for a little while before dozing off. We had gone to sleep so early, I woke up shortly after sunrise, and I went downstairs to check on Jean-Pierre, who was already busy with everything by himself. He was truly the hardest working of all of Marshall's staff. I could see Jean-Pierre had everything well under control, smelling the wonderful bouillabaisse base stock on the stove, seeing the colorful ratatouille all ready for baking on the yacht.

Marie walked into the kitchen with François, and Marie squeezed the orange juice while François made the espressos. Marshall arrived just in time to enjoy both the juice and coffee with me, while Míchel offered his assistance to Jean-Pierre to take things out to the Peugeot, and Marshall said we could take some of the food in the boot of the Bentley. Jean-Pierre said that would allow us to make it in one trip, which meant he could head over to the yacht then, and maybe prepare something on board for breakfast.

I ran upstairs to grab the rings, then came back down in time for us to load the rest of the food up, with the staff all good to go. Marshall called Antoine, who quickly answered, and he admitted he was getting really nervous. Marshall told him to calm down, look at Celeste, and accept that he would not have tb be alone again. Antoine thanked him, and said they would be heading to the yacht in about thirty minutes. This left us enough time to get over there, unload everything, and get things situated. The mayor was due to arrive at the in about an hour from now.

Once Marshall and I were onboard, we went to the stateroom, to just relax again, while the staff unloaded the food from the vehicles, and I set the rings on the dresser. Before Antoine and Celeste arrived, Marie knocked on the stateroom door to tell us Jean-Pierre had made up something to eat. We went up to the main deck to see the flowers had been delivered moments beforehand, and Jean-Pierre had whipped up some crêpes with fresh berries and whipped cream. Shortly thereafter, Antoine and Celeste arrived, so plates of crêpes were brought out for them to enjoy. It was a beautiful day for a wedding, and Celeste looked absolutely radiant.

After we were done eating, I invited Marie to the stateroom, so I could help her put on some light makeup, and the mayor arrived with his bodyguards. Neither of them were going on the yacht, because they were the security for the vehicles at the dock, and the mayor wasn't about to allow them to see his personal side that much. Antoine and the mayor hugged each other, then shook hands with Marshall, whom he had met a few times before, admiring the yacht. The mayor handed the marriage certificate to Antoine, and Marshall offered to take him on a quick tour of the ship. Antoine put the wedding certificate away in a safe place, and joined the guys.

Everyone was on board that was going to be heading out, so the first mate untied us and we were soon heading out of the Old Port, with the mayor remaining unseen by any potential paparazzi or other curious people. The three of us girls felt we were away from the dock mooring, and the three of us emerged wearing nothing but our makeup. I could hear Marshall's voice, so I followed it until we saw them, and the mayor first turned to view us, with a smile growing on his face. Antoine introduced Celeste, Marshall introduced me, and I introduced Marie, who the mayor especially seemed to be fond of.

We were at least a couple of miles from shore by now, where no prying eyes could see anything from shore, so the mayor allowed Marie to undress him while his hands explored her petite body. Marshall and Antoine were quickly undressed, but Marie was taking her time with the mayor, whom she'd only seen on television before, first taking off his coat and shirt. Marie knelt in front of the mayor as she unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, then slid them down to his ankles with his underwear, which were boxer shorts. Releasing the mayor's respectable eight inch cock, she began to lick and suck on it, as Celeste and I were doing with Antoine and Marshall.

Until this moment, I felt the wedding between me and Marshall was pretty decadent, but this was much more so. The Captain announced we were nearly twelve miles offshore, entering international waters, and Marshall suggested we start the wedding ceremony. I went to grab the rings from the stateroom, while Marie grabbed the flowers, and Jean-Pierre had added all the seafare to the bouillabaisse, with the ratatouille baking. Jean-Pierre just finished piping the center of the was assembling the tower of tarte tropézienne, which he would be dusting with powdered sugar just before presentation. The last thing to prepare was the pissaladière, so it would be nice and warm.

I asked Marie to be the ring bearer, so I gave her the rings, the rest of the staff got undressed, standing at the back of the main lounge and ready to assist, if needed, and we all put on our leis and floral crowns. The Captain, not wanting to seem out of place, was also naked, and he started playing a recording of Mendelssohn's Wedding March, from Shakespeare's play, A Midsummer Night's Dream. The mayor stood with Antoine and Marshall, his cock still erect and sticking out in front of him, as Celeste took step by step with the music. I walked behind her, with Marie following me, and I couldn't help but grin as I took this all in.

When Celeste got up to Antoine, who looked so nervous, I noticed his flaccid cock was as big as the mayor's hard cock, which almost made me giggle. I took Celeste's bouquet, and they held hands in front of the mayor, gazing lovingly into each other's eyes. I couldn't understand much at all, with the mayor speaking in French, but then it was time for Antoine and Celeste to speak their vows to each other, which were also in French. I wish I could understand what they were saying, but Marie was getting all teary-eyed as she listened to them, so it must have been pretty well written and spoken.

The mayor asked them to each repeat after him, while they slipped the ring onto the other's finger, and I could see that both Antoine and Celeste were beginning to get emotional. Once both rings were on, the mayor announced them as husband and wife, and they kissed. The ceremony seemed to go so quickly, and I saw François bringing out the pissaladière, followed by Míchel with a tray of filled champagne glasses with another full bottle. Míchel went around offering a glass to each person, then placed the tray on the table to help Jean-Pierre bring up the tarte tropézienne tower, which was then dusted with the powdered sugar.

The pissaladière was so tasty, and we all devoured it quickly, which meant it was time for the meal, and we all took our seats. François carried out the bouillabaisse, which was filled with lobster, crab, mussels, and all sorts of lovely fresh fish. Míchel brought out the ratatouille, which looked as beautiful as I'm sure it was going to taste. Jean-Pierre began serving up the meal, while François and Míchel delivered a filled plate and bowl to each person, including Marie, who was part of the wedding party. Before we ate, Marshall offered a blessing and a toast to the newlyweds, and we all rose our glasses to them, then dug in to enjoy this wonderful meal.

I had eaten Jean-Pierre's bouillabaisse before, but this one was exceptional, perhaps due to how long he simmered the base, and how much shellfish was in it. The seasoning of the ratatouille was a perfect match, and I saw the mayor and Antoine adding generous amounts of rouille and freshly baked garlic croutons to their bouillabaisse, so I decided to give it a try. I didn't add as much as they did, but it did kick up the flavor a bit. The mayor complimented Jean-Pierre, while François poured glasses of wine selected to go with the meal. Míchel stood ready to assist with anything, offering fresh cracked pepper to anyone that wanted it.

Now Antoine and Celeste were married, their lives would never be the same, and the mayor said it was the best bouillabaisse he had ever eaten, having enjoyed it made by others hundreds of times before. We were all done eating, and it was time for the "cake" or tarte tropézienne tower, so Antoine and Celeste got up and went to it, each grabbing half of a tarte tropézienne that Jean-Pierre had already cut in half for this moment. They each offered the other a bite, then Celeste put a dollop of the cream filling on the tip of Antoine's nose, then licked it off. Antoine did the same with each of Celeste's nipples, which led to Celeste putting some on Antoine's cock.

Yeah, this was one wedding that would be difficult to top, watching Celeste licking and sucking on Antoine's cock that quickly rose to the occasion. We each grabbed a tarte tropézienne, and I was amazed at how light a lovely they were, because I was expecting something heavier, but the brioche kept it airy. Marshall asked the mayor if he wanted to see some of the toys onboard, so we left Antoine and Celeste alone for a while, as François and Míchel cleared away the meal from the table. We went down to the 'garage,' as Marshall called it, and the mayor was very impressed with the Frauscher-Porsche tender.

Marshall asked the mayor if he wanted to try driving the tender, which he was more then anxious to try, and I asked Marie if she wanted to try riding the e-JetCycles with me. I figured Marshall and the mayor would have fun in the boat going fast, and I was perfectly happy cruising around for a little while. The first mate first launched the tender for Marshall and the mayor, then he helped us get the JetCycles in the water. He had gotten naked, and I appreciated him getting in the spirit of everything. I saw Marshall pointing out the controls to the mayor before turning them over to him, while the JetCycles dropped into the water and Marie climbed onto one, needing to adjust the seat down for her to reach the pedals.

Just as had happened with Celeste, Marie was amazed and shocked when she began pedaling and the entire JetCycle lifted up and out of the water. I was quickly alongside her, both riding above the ocean on our hydrofoils, and she was really excited. I showed her how to use the electric motor, and we both began cruising. I could just make out Marshall and the mayor on the boat, while we cruised around the yacht. Antoine and Celeste were having their own fun somewhere on it, but neither of us could see them. This was definitely a day to remember, and we still had hours of fun before we headed back to shore.

Chapter 54 - Resuming Our Honeymoon in France | Chapter 56 - A Dual Honeymoon