Chapter Fifty-Six - A Dual Honeymoon Boat Trip

Antoine and Celeste's wedding was always going to be the most memorable, perhaps even more than mine, and it sure was fun and unique. Marie and I had a great time riding the e-JetCycles for more than half an hour, until we saw Marshall and the mayor heading back on the Frauscher-Porsche tender boat, with the mayor still at the helm and I could tell he was grinning, when they got close enough. I learned later from Marshall that they ran into a little bit of choppy water, and they went airborne off a swell or two. Evidently, the mayor enjoyed it immensely, and Marshall took over piloting it in next to his yacht.

The first mate brought up the e-JetCycles first, at Marshall's insistence, before switching over to the other side for the tender. The mayor got out of the boat and onto the yacht first, then Marshall, and I went to him. Marie went over to the mayor, who was more than happy to be near her, with his cock beginning to indicate as much, swelling up a bit. Marie was bold enough to reach down and tug on the mayor's cock, which responded favorably by becoming extra firm within a few heartbeats. Marie was compelled to show she was also ready, by turning around, and pushing herself back so his cock shoved into her already wet pussy. Grabbing her hips, the fucking began.

Given everything from the naked wedding on a superyacht, eating a gourmet French chef's delightful meal, then driving one of the fastest speedboats on the planet, and now to be fucking such a cute young woman, the mayor was having quite a good day. Perhaps the time of his life, or at least it seemed as much, because he was grinning from ear to ear. Marshall and I left the mayor with Marie in the 'garage,' and headed back to the main deck, where Antoine and Celeste were sitting and sharing another tarte tropézienne, while sipping champagne. They seemed happy to see us and called us over to them.

Both Celeste and Antoine thanked me and Marshall, for all of this magic, a chance meeting with Celeste, introducing her to Antoine, the unique wedding rings, and the wedding on this superyacht. Marshall said he had a proposal for something the four of us could do together, sort of like a dual honeymoon, starting with a trip on the yacht. It would take us just over five hours from Marseille to the port in Genoa, Italy, and a half hour longer to go to Barcelona, Spain, in the other direction, but Monaco was less than three hours to the south, with Cannes and Nice along the way.

Marshall was acting impulsively, saying this was something he had just thought of, then he noticed me staring at him and he said didn't discuss it with me first. I smiled, saying that Barcelona was someplace I wanted to see, but maybe not this trip, with Genoa sounding too far, but Monaco, Nice and Cannes sounded wonderful, and they were fairly close. Marshall and I looked at Celeste and Antoine, both had been watching my response, and Celeste burst out with her enthusiastic endorsement of what I proposed. Antoine said that sounded great to him, then Marshall added we could make it like a four or five day trip, so we could spend some time at each spot.

We began planning it out, when the first mate was heading up from below to the helm, and Marshall asked him to send the Captain down. We figured we would leave on Sunday and maybe return on Friday, with just a couple of days before we flew back to Fiji, via Fogo Island, California and Hawaii, and it looked like Antoine and Celeste were going to be with us. We already had the same Flat Earth Suite reserved for Sunday and Monday night, with their two night minimum, and it might be nice to check out more of the island this time, delaying our return flights one day.

The Captain arrived, so Marshall could explain what we were thinking of doing, then the Captain said he would check the conditions, tide levels and timing. The three others of us just watched and listened while they spoke. If we left on Sunday morning, we would arrive in Monaco by lunchtime, and spend two nights there, leaving for Nice on Tuesday morning. It was just fifteen minutes along the coast to Nice, where we could spend a night, then head on to Cannes, and maybe St. Tropez, along with the normal mooring spot at the port in Toulon.

Cannes was about thirty minutes from Nice, and the same distances to St. Tropez, then Toulon, leaving less than an hour from Marseille's Old Port. So we made a shuffle, completely forgetting St. Tropez and not considering Toulon before, which had perhaps the most gorgeous harbor in Europe. We would only spend one night in Monaco, probably hit the casino, with a little night life if we wanted to, then back to the yacht. We could then leave the following afternoon, for Nice, in time for dinner before sunset. We could spend all day Tuesday in Nice, before leaving for Cannes, doing the same sunset dinner there, and so on through St. Tropez and Toulon.

I added that we could either go to shore each evening or stay on the yacht, depending on where we were and what was going on, but we'd plan on being there anyway the following day, before we left. The only problem was that many stops had us getting back the day before we were do to leave, and I wanted to have at least two nights back at the villa. We all talked about it, deciding on eliminating the second night in Monaco, putting us in Nice on Monday afternoon, which made it all work out. I tried to explain to Celeste where we were going on the way to Fiji, the inn on the island in Newfoundland, the estate in California, the home in Hawaii, and of course, Fiji.

The Captain said he would make the necessary arrangements, so Marshall asked if he could send up Jean-Pierre, so he could plan accordingly. Antoine was already loading up the inn on his cellphone, so he could show Celeste, and Jean-Pierre walked up, to get the new tentative plans, and up from below came Marie and the mayor. It appeared like they had a bit of fun together, and Marshall called up Bill, who stayed at an apartment Marshall owned near the airport. Marshall explained there would be three extra people flying all the way back to Fiji with us, and we were going to spend that second night at that same place on the island, which changed the flight plans.

Marshall invited Bill and Richard to join us on the yacht, either before we departed here, or they could take a helicopter to catch us anywhere along the way. Bill seemed to appreciate the offer, and it sounded like he and Richard would also enjoy some time on the yacht, after asking Marshall if he could try out that Frauscher-Porsche boat. Marshall chuckled, telling him about the mayor driving it earlier, explaining we just had a wedding at sea, which is where we were now. Bill must have asked, because I heard Marshall reply that none of us were wearing anything right now. Now I was sure the two of them would be with us. We would need Míchel and François, too.

There were three on the yacht crew, plus four more staff, then Bill and Richard as guests, and the four of us, which totaled thirteen people traveling on the yacht. We were going to be somewhat maxed out with eight people on the plane, with Marie, Antoine and Celeste, maybe we could get Louise or Charles to fit in, but not both. If I had to guess which one, it would probably be Louise, and Charles would have to take a commercial flight direct to Fiji. He was already planning his arrival to time with the delivery of the Hartmann customization, which the president of Hartmann was going to personally deliver.

It felt like this was going to be one interesting party cruise, with a total of eleven guys, six of them on staff duty, plus me and the two girls, and most everyone was expected to be naked. Marie and the mayor walked in while the conversations were going on, but they got most of it, and Marie came over to me. I told her she was going to be with me until we got back to Bernice in Fiji, although some of the times she had to be working, and she got so excited. I liked to watch her little body jiggle, so much like Bernice, and I was glad I had Marie here if Bernice couldn't be. Unfortunately, Darla would have to take a commercial flight, but maybe she could fly with Charles.

Thoughts about the logistics were running around my head, the limitations of passenger numbers on Marshall's jet meant it was best to keep it to no more than eight, including crew, but we could go up to around eleven in total. I just didn't see everyone who flew with us from Fiji making it back on Marshall's jet to Fiji, now that Antoine, Celeste and Marie were joining us on our way back. Marie had to be with me on these flights, all the stops, and maybe we would stay a few days in Hawaii, before continuing to our Fijian destination. Antoine, Celeste and Marie had never been to Fiji, but Antoine had been to the Hawaiian home a couple of times.

We were going to head back out on the yacht tomorrow, but we did have to fuel up in port, plus the mayor needed to get back. It made sense to collect some wine from the cellar to bring on the trip, so there were a few reasons to head back to the villa overnight, but I sure loved the elegant amenities on the yacht and the jet, but the plane had a lot tighter quarters. My head was a jumble of everything that was going on, making me feel almost like it was hard work to handle it all. I saw how Marshall needed to 'rally the troops' any time plans changed, from Jean-Pierre to Bill, the Captain, and the entire support staff that made it happen.

The Captain had already begun navigating back toward Marseille, but it hadn't come into view yet. Unfortunately, this meant we would probably need to all get dressed, or at least covered up, especially if there were any paparazzi around when we got back into the Old Port harbor. After all, the mayor was with us, with some people noticing our arrival, along with his security detail and vehicle waiting for his return. The mayor thanked Marshall and everyone for a wonderful day. Sure enough, before we could tie off the yacht, a couple of reporters and some cameramen gathered to catch a scoop with the mayor, but he was whisked into his vehicle and driven away.

We all laid low and let all the camera crews dissipate, then the cars arrived, François was driving the DBX-707 and Míchel in the Peugeot. Antoine wanted to drive the Aston Martin, so Charles rode in the Peugeot with Míchel, Marie and Jean-Pierre, Marshall was in the passenger seat, Celeste and I were in the back. With nearly 700hp, this baby could do over 190mph, and 0-60 in 3.3 seconds, and Antoine changed modes. It was too much, and he switched modes, because there was no place to use it around here, and we didn't have that far to go. Antoine did get to feel that torque, and he almost couldn't handle it, but he was enjoying the way it drove.

Marshall chuckled and told Antoine this ride could throw you if you didn't take the reins properly, Antoine's hands were still sweaty from that initial burst at the docks. We were back at the house, and somehow Charles managed to beat us there, with the gate already opened for us. We pulled in and Míchel closed the gate, Celeste and Antoine asked if they could stay in the playroom for their wedding night, and of course Marshall said they could, and should. Marshall warned them to get some sleep, because we were going to be heading back out in the morning for the coastal trip on the yacht, like he was their dad, and I wished mine had been like him.

Fortunately, we had another good day of weather the following morning, waking up to hear Marshall leaving a voice message for Lawrence at the office. I walked up behind him to give a good morning hug and kiss, then he suggested I check in on the 'kids' in the playroom. Marshall was the eldest among the four of us, but he wasn't much older than Antoine, and Celeste was a few years older than me, so in a way, I was really the 'kid' here. I ride the elevator down, noticing that the staff was already up and going, out of their rooms and busily getting ready to depart for the yacht. When I got to the playroom, I could hear snoring from outside the door.

I knocked, but Antoine and Celeste were sound asleep, with Celeste sleeping on top of Antoine, straddling him with his flaccid but still large cock inside of her. I figured I would try a special way to wake them up, creeping up on the foot of the bed between their legs, I licked Antoine's balls and up his shaft to Celeste's pussy and ass. Antoine's cock twitched and began to stiffen, but it was Celeste who awakened first, cooing as I licked her tight butthole, and moving her hips slightly while on Antoine's hardening cock that was getting his morning wood. Antoine opened his eyes, then I told them both good morning, before saying we needed to get going soon.

The playroom looked as though the happy couple had been up most of the night, as newlyweds ought to be doing to celebrate their wedding night, but it was time to start the honeymoon. Celeste jumped up off Antoine to give me a big hug and kiss. I really loved Celeste's body, which was a prime example of feminine perfection, and I later found out she had been a high fashion model, but she was replaced by younger girls after a few years. Celeste could have easily been a Playboy playmate centerfold, she was that gorgeous, yet wholesome looking, and she resisted going into porn after that, which is how she learned about Antoine, watching plenty of his movies to masturbate to.

Antoine got up and went to the lower level bathroom that was near the wine cellar, Jean-Pierre wished Antoine a good morning as he passed by, while selecting a number of bottles of wine to take a case of it with us. Jean-Pierre must have been really busy, getting all of the food together for the trip, for a total of thirteen people for six days and five nights. Marie was already up in the kitchen, with the juice, coffee, and some pastries that Jean-Pierre whipped up that were all ready for us. We didn't have time to take showers this morning, which we could do on the yacht, if we wanted to, and Jean-Pierre was ready for François to drive him and Míchel there.

Jean-Pierre and Míchel were going to begin to get the yacht all ready for the trip, with Jean-Pierre preparing something for us to eat while we traveled to Monaco. Míchel was going through the two staterooms, to make sure they were ready for us, along with a guest room for Bill and Richard. The yacht slept twelve comfortably, but we had thirteen people, so I imagined that Marie might share the room with me and Marshall, or at least I hoped so. I was hoping that Marie could join us for at least some of the excursions to shore on this trip, but I knew she and the others had a lot to do.

Evidently, Jean-Pierre was going to quickly pick up a few things on the way to the yacht, with François driving him in the Peugeot, and there was a lot of food being delivered to the yacht before we departed around 10am. We only had over an hour before leaving, so there was a flurry of activity around the villa, and I offered Celeste to check out some muumuus I had, which were so comfortable and convenient when needing to cover up. They had become my favorite thing to wear, providing easy access, but something that could be worn without anything on underneath it, which Celeste liked a lot. Marshall and Antoine were wearing shorts and short sleeved shirts.

François returned from dropping off Míchel and Jean-Pierre at the yacht, so it was just him and Marie that would need to button things up, securing the villa before our departure. Marshall decided to drive the beautiful burgundy Bentley convertible, but he drove it with Antoine riding shotgun, with the top down, and me and Celeste in the back seat. François and Marie followed us to the docks, after locking up the home and front gate. Marshall had security to keep an eye on the place, even when staff was there, but they didn't interfere with anyone or anything on the property, because it was just a precaution in case something happened.

Bill and Richard were already on the yacht, having taken a taxi there a little while earlier. A valet from the hotel near the Old Port was waiting at the docks for us to arrive, driving the Peugeot while François drove the Bentley, so both could be parked there safely and securely during our boat trip after we boarded. The Captain welcomed us, François returned, and the first mate tended to the getting us untied while the Captain deftly navigated us away from the dock. We headed out to begin our trip to Monaco, just a few minutes later than we had planned, but we would be arriving there a little after 1pm.

Jean-Pierre already had prepared a lovely Tunisian deep-fried egg pastry called brik, known as bourek in Algeria, filled with a variation of onions, garlic, tuna, potatoes, herbs, spices, and, of course, egg, with a runny yolk that oozed out when cut open. Once we were out of the port, Marie and François served it up to the six of us, including Bill and Richard. Celeste and I sat next to each other, talking about what we wanted to see and do on this trip, while Marshall spoke with Bill and Richard about the logistics for the change in the flight plans. Antoine was listening to both conversations, as best he could, sitting between Celeste and Marshall.

After we ate, we were far enough from shore so that we could strip off our clothing, which was easy for me and Celeste. We both went out to the bow of the ship, enjoying the cool sea breeze and warm sun, while going on our French Riviera cruise that began with Monaco. Marie came out to offer us each a glass of sparkling water with lime wedges, and I invited her to join us in being naked on this trip, as much as possible. Celeste and I undressed her, but she had to get back to help Jean-Pierre prepare our lunch, carrying her clothes and the tray back with her. Antoine and Marshall came out to join us, both slipping off their clothing beforehand.

The pilots, Bill and Richard, were down in the garage, checking out the rather special tender boat, in addition to the e-JetCycles, which both of them wanted to try out on this trip. Marshall's superyacht was eco-friendly, but was still pretty fast for being 165 feet long, easily cruising at 32 knots, due to it having five hybrid high performance electric and bio-diesel engines, and three jets. Organic flow battery technology, integrated solar panels, cylindrical wind turbines, green walls, saltwater filtration, waste and wastewater recycling, all helped to reduce the environmental impact of it, even further.

The Captain had been at the helm of the yacht since it was delivered to Marshall, with over a dozen years of experience on similar yachts prior to that, and it hadn't left the Mediterranean since it arrived. It was moored most of the time in the port at Toulon, which was pretty much the middle of the French Riviera, and the furthest it had been taken out was to Valencia, which took about 11 hours from Marseille to the west, or all the way to around Greece to Mykonos, which took almost 30 hours to reach from Toulon.

Marshall took the Captain's recommendation seriously to avoid the Mediterranean waters off north Africa, as well was hot spots like Israel, Lebanon and Syria, because others had experienced problems encountering rogue pirate vessels in those regions. For the most part, the ship cruised the Côte d’Azur, and regularly was used for the Monaco Grand Prix and Cannes Film Festival each year, in addition to some boat shows in the area. The two main events in Monaco and Cannes normally happened in May, but now the Grand Prix was moved to the end of the first week in June, to avoid conflicts with the Indianapolis 500 and to streamline logistics for Formula 1 teams.

Now that summer was over, most of the tourists were gone, which made this trip less hectic and easier to get in and out of the ports, as well as on land at these popular travel destinations. We would be heading back to Fiji just at the tail end of the best time of year there, which ran from May to October, just in time to get back for the rainy season that extended through April. It wasn't going to be as big a problem with the new Zetros, so we could go just about anywhere we wanted, regardless of weather conditions. For now, the weather was nice, although it might be possible we would to to the home in Hawaii if it had better weather than in Fiji, which was likely.

Chapter 55 - Celeste and Antoine's Wedding at Sea | Chapter 57 - A Special Day in Monte Carlo