"Let's pretend to be blushing brides!"

"Let's live out Amy's fantasy of us having a group wedding ceremony!" Talia blurted out, mischievously grinning at me.

"Wha...?" I stuttered.

"Well, we all are wearing long white towels," Corrine suggested.

"For now..." Elizabeth giggled and the girls laughed.

The girls could see the apprehension on my face.

"Ian, don't you want to marry all of us?" Stephanie teased.

"Of course I do!" I exclaimed, feigning hurt. Believe me I would loved to marry them all if we lived in some exotic country -- or Utah -- that allowed me to have five gorgeous wives with big breasts. I had given it some thought after our high school reunion after party and despite the reality that in California I could only have one wife -- but eventually I had realized that there was nothing against the law of having a wife and four girlfriends!

"Okay then, let's get this wedding ceremony started!" my wife announced.

Accepting my fate, I went upstairs to grab the camcorder from our bedroom and popped in a new disc while the girls got the living room set up for the mock civil ceremony -- luckily we had kept the curtains close. Since she was already married to me, Elizabeth decided that naturally she would be the minister overseeing my "wedding" to our best friends. When I came back downstairs I found the girls putting the finishing touches on their make-up -- not that they really needed anything to enhance their natural beauty -- and my cock couldn't help twitching at the sight of the five beautiful women in my life wearing nothing but towels and smiles.

The girls got into position while I set up the camera on the tripod in the corner to get the best angle of the ceremony and what I assume would be the "wedding night" immediately afterwards.

"Ready, Ian?" Elizabeth asked, holding a fashion magazine in lieu of a Bible, with the other girls stand either side of her.

"Ready as I was at our wedding," I chuckled as I stood in front of my wife. The girls giggled, remembering that my hands were shaking with nervousness when I had finally put the wedding band on Elizabeth's finger.

"Ahem," Elizabeth coughed, trying to act serious in the silliness of the mock wedding. "Ian, will you take these women as your lovers to love, cherish, and honor for the rest of your life? Do you promise to make love to them, bringing them to orgasms, with your tongue or your cock, as often as you humanly can?"

We all couldn't stifle our laughter with her question.

"I do," I smiled at each of my lovers.

"Girls, will you take Ian to be your lover for the rest of your life? Do you promise to make love to him and make him cum with your tongues and pussies?" my wife continued.

"We do," the girls cheered in unison.

"By the powers vested in me as his wife, I now pronounce you all lovers," my wife grinned. "You may now kiss the groom."

With those words all of the girls pounced on me like lionesses on a hapless antelope, smothering me with kisses as they yanked off my towel to free my erection and pushed me back on the couch.

"I guess it's time for our 'wedding night,'" Stephanie giggled and dropped her towel to the floor, revealing her gorgeous body. The other girls followed suit, casting aside their towels.

As with every time we have our private orgies, the same dilemma comes up -- who do I fuck first?