Planning the event

Not surprisingly, at least for Jennifer, she was able to convince her father to marry her. All she had to do to convince him was say, "Hey Dad, do you want to have sex with me again, and more often? All we need to do is tie the knot…mom will understand, or she won't. But I want this."

As it was still illegal to be officially married to two people at the same time, and illegal to marry your own father, this would take some doing.

Jennifer knew that her father would never outright divorce her mother, nor did she want him to. Being sister-wifes with her mother would mean that they would get to sleep together when she was at her father's house. And boy, does her mother give her some of the best girl-on-girl action that she has ever had.

The only way this would work would be for her to marry her father in a purely symbolic ceremony, officiated by an understanding priest that frequented their weekly orgies and who had fucked Jennifer many times. And then she would split time weekend with John and William.

William would come up to John's place one or two weekends a month or her going down to his to be with him and her mother one weekend a month.

William discussed this with his wife, who had grown quite close to their son, (having already had a child with him, in order to stay equal with her husband when he had a child with Jennifer). She was more than happy to share a bed with, and enjoy Jennifer, if it ment she could do the say with her son. She would be with their son. To preserve the needed marriage equality William was more than happy to agree to it.

After that was agreed to, William ran to the nearest jewelry store to buy his daughter an engagement band. After getting engaged, Jennifer insisted that her father come up and visit her twice a month on her days off from the club. She also insisted that she drive down to visit him at least once a month for a few days, maybe twice.

That was their courtship, and they needed to make as much time for each other as they could.

Of course, John was more than welcome to go with her. But After sharing Jennifer with her father for the past two weekends, John wasn't interested in seeing her getting fucked by her father again. He didn't really want to ever see that again.

Thus, John decided to stay home with and inside of Claudia when Jennifer left town to see her dad. And as it was Jennifer's apartment they were living in, John and Claudia would find another place to stay for a few days while her dad was in town.

Every weekend John would sit at the dinner table and talk about the wedding plans with whoever was at the house with him. As a result of weeks after weeks of planning the wedding/honeymoon quickly outgrew their ability to pay for it.

This was even with William's financial help. He wasn't a wealthy man, but he was throwing in, and it was a group effort.

The wedding was going to be costly, as Jennifer and Claudia had chosen a beautiful Catholic Church to rent, a location that would satisfy Claudia's family. But doing it how they were, having a ceremonial and illegal wedding take place just before or after Claudia and John's legal wedding cost money. A lot of money. And the reception was going to cost a lot of money. And then there were the honeymoons.

They might be going to different destinations, but Jennifer and John would each have the same quality of honeymoon, good bad or ugly.

Claudia suggested Bora Bora, and John found the perfect location. A picturesque resort with bungalows over crystal clear water, with clothing being optional and privacy being high. But it was costly, extremely costly.

Even with his money and William's, and with the large amount of money Jennifer and Claudia made, they couldn't do it. It would exhaust their savings trying to pay for a week of that, and that wasn't even considering where Jennifer and her dad were taking about going, an amazing hotel on the French Riviera.

It killed John that he wouldn't be able to give Claudia and Jennifer their dream honeymoons, not for that matter the weddings they had in mind. He looked at the numbers again and again, they just couldn't afford it.

Being unable to afford his future and present wives' dream wedding drove John into a mini depression. As a result, her got into a habit of drinking when he was down.

From time to time, on a night that Jennifer and Claudia worked, he would go out for a drink at a nearby bar. After two or three drinks, he would be drunk enough to convince himself that it was a good idea to go check up on Jennifer and Claudia at the club they danced at.

Jennifer and Claudia never knew he did this because he stayed in the back. John had been coming to the club for years, he knew where the dark corners were, and how to avoid Jennifer and Claudia as they worked the floor.

Steve however always managed to find him within a few minutes of him stumbling through the doors. It was after all Steve's club.

Watching his wife and future wife strip in front of a crowd of people or even take a paying customer into a private room didn't bother him as much as he thought it would, it never had.

He saw men touch both of his lovers, and he saw it often, and he knew it was a part of the job they had. They always came home to him, it was ok.

No, what brother him the most was Steve, their boss. Their wealthy hands on boss.

Despite being friendly with him. Steve was friendlier with Claudia and Jennifer. He had watched Steve fuck both of them, and as he continued to drink, he would see Jennifer and Claudia join Steve in his office. And he would see them leave Steve's office, usually getting dressed again.

At minimum they were dancing privately for their manager, and they might be fucking him. They already had fucked Steve, John had watched them do it at parties, but this felt different. He once saw Jennifer leave Steve's office with her face covered in what looked like cum, the walk of shame Steve gave them from time to time.

John would steady himself and finish whatever drink he was holding, and try not to think about it.

John didn't know what was going to happen, but when he was married to Claudia, anything with Steve needed to fucking end.

Steve had found out about the grand wedding within hours after William proposed to Jennifer. In her joy, Jennifer called Steve and told him before John even knew.

As a result, every time he ran into John, he wanted to know how to plans where going. He was pretending to be helpful, and Steve was good at pretending.

Eventually, it became too much, and John broke down in front of Steve. In one emotional rant, he said, "I can't give them their dream wedding because I can't pay for any of it! WHY THE FUCK DOES IT ALWAYS HAVE TO BE MONEY!"