She smiled. “Good. I think you’ll enjoy yourself.”
We only got out of bed early afternoon to have lunch, deciding at the last minute to dress and get out of the apartment. I ordered us a taxi so we could enjoy a drink or two as well, ending up enjoying the entire afternoon at a nearly RSL. Food was good quality and the drinks are always cheap. By the time we returned to the apartment early evening, I think we were both feeling rather horny.
“Do you want dinner?” she asked.
“No, I think I’ll remain fairly full.”
“How about a snack or dessert?” she asked, recognising the twinkle in her eye.
“Hmm. How about dessert first and a snack later?”
I enjoyed the raise of her eyebrow. “You have plans of me, Mister Pritchard?”
“Some involve your cock in my mouth. Others involve my cock in your arse.”
No idea what time we actually got to sleep that night. We’d spent at least an hour sucking each other off simultaneously. For the first time, we kept cum in each other’s mouths then kissed, swapping the cum of ourselves with each other. It was one of the kinkiest things we’d done to that moment, or at least that was the word that came to my mind.
Cindy was feeling rather amorous that evening and wondered if I’d be interested in being fucked. She didn’t need to ask, to be honest. While we did prefer me fucking her, we both enjoyed me being on the receiving end from time to time too. Unlike the last time we’d done it, though, I ended up on my back, Cindy almost lying on my chest as she gently thrust her cock into me.
She smiled when I wrapped my legs around her, feeling the angle change, making me moan softly as it pressed perfectly inside me. Leaning up to kiss me, I smiled as her fingers caressed my cheek, running through my hair. Slowly picking up the tempo, I whispered for her to last as long as possible, enjoying the feeling of her girlcock deep inside me.
“You’re going to love it in two weeks then,” she murmured.
“I’m a very lucky man, sweetheart.”
“I’m the luckiest girl in the world.”
She did eventually finish inside me, soft moans with each spurt of cum. As soon as she realised I hadn’t cum yet, she pulled out and started to blow me, sliding two fingers up my arse to massage my prostate, exploding in her mouth within a couple of minutes. The sort of mind-blowing orgasm that leaves me semi-comatose, with it just enough energy to cuddle her.
“You’re in a better mood than ever,” Mike said as I walked into work on Monday. I did have a spring in my step, I guess, whistling a tune, actually looking forward to the week. I’d been working as a mechanic for over fifteen years. I loved my job, but I did have the occasional regret moving away from the shop floor on a permanent basis. I did wander out occasionally to get my hands dirty, but I sometimes didn’t have time with the myriad of issues I seemed to deal with.
After making a coffee for myself and Mike, he followed me into my office, taking a seat opposite me. “Life is just plain better, mate. Cindy and I are great. My relationship with my ex-wife is now good. My daughter is in a good place. Greg is talking with his parents a lot more now. Took a long time to get here, but at least we did get here eventually.”
“How did the family introductions go?”
“Her family adore me. Obviously received a bit of an interrogation as to my intentions, but I’m the first boyfriend they’ve ever met, so I could understand them being overly protective. But it was also the best time to learn more about Cindy growing up, how she got to where she is now. Learned a couple of things that were a little surprising. As for my family, they now know she’s trans and don’t give a shit. We’re in love, we’re happy, I’m a man, she’s a woman, and that’s what matters.”
“What did you learn?” he asked. I could understand the curiosity.
“I’ll let her tell you if she’s confident about sharing.”
“Take the motorbike out on Saturday?”
“She loved it. Definitely wants to do it more often. Sex was phenomenal when we got there.”
“You have Natalie this weekend, right?” Nodding, he asked, “What about the weekend after?”
“Cindy has invited a few friends around for Friday night. Not sure about Saturday yet. You thinking about something?”
“Not for that weekend, but tempted to have another barbecue before the weather starts turning cooler.”
“Just let me know when. Even if I have Natalie, I’m comfortable enough to bring her, at least before it no doubt gets raunchy.”
“Ah, the next one probably won’t be like that. It’ll be sedate.” He definitely noticed my raised eyebrows. “Chris and I have talked, not about being together, but being completely honest? We’re lonely, so we’re going to look into actually dating someone we genuinely care about.”
“Good for you. Both of you.”
“That means no young men unless we know them and they arrive with a partner of their own. If Natalie does come along, I’ll warn everyone to behave. Hell, she’ll probably end up being the most popular person there anyway. Am I still ‘Uncle Mike’?”
“You’ll always be Uncle Mike, mate. Natalie adores you.”
Wednesday brought the first real surprise I could remember in a while. I was busy dealing with a customer complaint when my phone buzzed. I ignored it as I listened to the customer drone on and on. Took far too long to deal with, gave them a partial refund as I didn’t think my employee did anything wrong, but the company hated legal action.
Picking up my phone once I had a moment, the message from Cindy had me raising eyebrows.
‘Megan has invited me around for a drinks after work. Do you mind if I go? xxx’
I didn’t give it much thought. ‘No. Of course not. I’m glad you’re getting on well with my ex-wife. Better than me!!!’
‘Sure it’s okay?’
‘Sweetheart, she’s putting in an effort to be friendly with you. It’s absolutely fine. In fact, I’ll shoot her a little text too.’
‘You’re a diamond, Mark. I love you. xxx’
‘I love you too.’
I assumed Megan would be aware enough hat Cindy would let me know what was going on, though I was still surprised by the turn of events. I didn’t know many divorced couples, but I thought the idea of my ex-wife wanting to share a drink with my current girlfriend a little strange.
‘Thanks for making the effort with Cindy. I appreciate it, Megan.’
‘You don’t mind?’
‘Of course not. If you end up friends, admittedly, it’s weird. But I’m okay with it if you two are.’
‘She’s lovely, Mark. I’d like to know her better. And… there’s self-interest in it too…’
I knew what she meant by that. ‘It’s okay, Megan. Don’t worry about it.’
‘Thank you, Mark. I’ll see you on Friday. xx’
Returning home to an empty apartment that evening was a little unusual, but after cooking dinner for myself, leaving some for Cindy if she didn’t eat, I sat down with a beer and watched a little television. Cindy walked in the door at around 9pm. Placing her handbag on the counter, she skipped over to where I was sitting on the lounge. She’d driven, and I knew she’d never drive drunk, so I took her mood as just being happy to see me.
Rather happy, as I felt her erection pressing into me within seconds as I ended up with her on top of me, her lips very eager to be pressed against mine. “So I take it the conversation went well?”
“She’s really nice, Mark, and I think she wants to be friends with me. And by doing that, she keeps you in her life.”
“You don’t think that’s weird?”
“No. She’s already confessed how she feels, and I understand how difficult it must be for her.” She kissed me again before asking, “Are you sure all this is okay?”
“I’ll admit, it’s a little weird, but there are no secrets here, so we just deal with it as best we can. Did you enjoy tonight?”
“We talked about so much. Honestly, I certainly see now why you married her originally. She’s smart, a sharp wit, a great laugh… And there’s no missing she is attractive.”
Wrapping my arms around her, I gave her a gentle squeeze. “I’m glad you like her. Going to do it again?”
“Maybe. We both admit it’s a little awkward, but once we’d had a drink and got over that, we talked like we were old friends. Natalie was a little confused why I was there alone but was happy to see me. The relief is that your wife isn’t jealous of the fact she really likes me too. Greg is a little different. He accepts me for who I am but he’s at that age where it’s… well, it’s weird.”
“Or he thinks you’re really fucking hot and that’s confusing the hell out of him.”
“Next time, you’re invited too. Megan just wanted a little one on one time.” I raised an eyebrow at that turn of phrase. “I’m not a lesbian, Mark,” she stated, gently slapping my shoulder.
“I know. Won’t lie that the idea is a slight turn on though. My current girlfriend nailing my ex-wife… Yeah, the cheating aspect pisses me off, but the actual thought of you fucking her…”
She burst into giggles. “You actually like the idea?”
“Two hot women getting it on? You know I’ve watched porn. Lesbian porn? It’s exciting. But I’ve certainly dabbled with trans porn over the years. Watching two transwomen getting it on? Holy fuck, is it ever so hot?!”