“What are we going to do today, daddy?” Natalie asked.
My ten-year-old daughter barely batted an eyelid at the fact her mother, Cindy and myself were at the breakfast table together, all of us dressed as if we’d just got out of bed. To be honest, I still had some of Cindy’s cum leaking out of me as she’d put on a show for Megan, who had masturbated herself something stupid, watching her ex-husband fucked senseless by his new girlfriend.
She mentioned something about changing her sheets, considering there were cum stains everywhere. Still, she sat with a dreamy smile on her face throughout breakfast. Cindy looked pleased with herself, her left hand constantly resting somewhere on my body. I was probably the only one overthinking what happened the previous night and morning.
Greg eventually walked out of his bedroom, rubbing his eyes, noticing them widen when he saw four people at the table. “What the hell? What are you doing here, Dad?”
“We stayed the night. Remember?” I replied simply.
“Oh… Where did you sleep?”
“The fold up bed in the living room,” Megan replied, “We enjoyed a few drinks last night and it was decided it was best for them to just stay here. Sit down, have some breakfast.”
I don’t think my son bought that excuse, casting glances at the three adults. He probably hadn’t seen his mother look so happy in a long time. She had the face of a woman who’d been fucked long into the night before. Cindy always looked happy, though Greg hadn’t really spent much time with her.
“Natalie, in regards to your previous question, I was thinking the five of us get on the ferry and ride it to the city. Perhaps head to the northern beaches or something. Weather isn’t as warm as it was but it’s meant to be a nice day.”
“So it will be you, Cindy and Mummy?”
“Yes, munchkin. Greg, will you join us too? Make it a real family thing?”
“Sure, Dad. I’d like to go.” I ruffled his hair in thanks.
Cindy had organised things for our stay overnight as, after breakfast, she headed out to her car, returning with two bags of clothes, one for me, one for her. After we changed, I offered to drive the five of us. I hadn’t caught the ferry from Parramatta into Circular Quay in years, while Cindy, Natalie and Greg had never done it. The journey was slower than I remembered, and there were signs the city had grown during the intervening years. Pulling into Circular Quay, we immediately changed to the Manly ferry, thankful the water in the harbour wasn’t too rough as we passed by the twin heads of the harbour. Natalie had a grand old time, Greg taking longer to get his sea legs.
After enjoying fish and chips for lunch, we perched ourselves on the beach, Megan having brought a large blanket for us to sit on so our clothes didn’t get covered in sand. Natalie wore a costume underneath her clothes, Greg proving to be a good older brother by taking her into the water.
“Thank you for last night,” Megan said softly once we had privacy, “It was wonderful.”
“You’re welcome,” Cindy replied, “And I think Mark and I really enjoyed ourselves too.”
“Sure did. Two women at once. Can’t complain about that.”
“Watching you with Cindy this morning was… something else…” Then Megan blushed. “Um, I did enjoy sucking your cock while you were being fucked too.”
“I was probably going to cum just from Cindy fucking me. You doing that simply helped my orgasm arrive faster.”
She looked towards the kids before asking, “Would you like to do that again?”
Cindy glanced at me. I shrugged. I wasn’t sure it was a good idea or not, but if Cindy was keen, I’d certainly give it some thought. “I don’t know, Megan,” Cindy finally replied, “Last night was great fun, but there are feelings involved, particularly from you, which might make things awkward in the future.”
Megan sighed, seeing her deflate. Cindy and I wrapped an arm around her each. “I know. I don’t want to feel like this anymore but… I can’t just turn feelings off like a tap. I know that’s not what happened with Mark. I gave him a bloody good reason to not like me at all.”
“There’s another thing, Megan. I like you, but while last night was fun, and I can admit you’re gorgeous, I’m a woman and I prefer men. I’m not really bisexual. Last night was special. It really was, and I don’t regret a single second. But I’m not sure it’s something I’d even be comfortable doing regularly.”
Megan turned to hug her. “Thank you for last night. It meant the world to me.” She then turned and hugged me tightly. “I don’t know what to say, Mark.”
“Megan, we’re in such a good place now. Cindy can be your friend, and so can I. We’ve got kids together. We share something special just with them.”
She lifted her eyes to mine. “I’m glad the man who gazed at me with such hate is gone, Mark.”
“Thank Cindy for that. She helped bring me back to a better place. What I needed to hear from you was what you’ve told me. That helped me forgive you. Water under a bridge now. Has to be considering the three of us were intimate last night. Never would have happened without all that.”
We eventually called the kids back. Once they were dressed, we began the long journey home, riding the ferry back to Circular Quay but taking the train the rest of the way home. We dropped Greg and Megan at home first before I drove Cindy and Natalie back to our apartment. Cindy insisted I already referred to it as ‘our’ apartment. I only had a month or so of my own tenancy agreement left, with most of my stuff likely being sold. No point keeping shit in storage.
Natalie had worn herself out the beach, falling asleep on the couch rather early. After putting her to bed, Cindy and I snuggled up on the couch, no surprise she was asking within a few minutes about what happened the previous night. I assured her I was fine with it, but while we might have had fun, I didn’t think it was something we should do too often. I now knew how Megan still felt, so being intimate wouldn’t really help her move on.
“And,” I added, “I love you, Cindy. My life will be with you. Megan is the past, but while still might be involved in the present, you are my present and future.”
“Can my friends still come around next Friday?”
“Of course.” I turned towards her, taking her hands in mine. “How about we make an agreement here and now?” She was curious about what I was going to say “Until I propose, we just keep doing what we’re doing. Having fun, either together or involving others. I know your friends are eager to have fun with us, and having never done anything like it, I’ll admit to some interest. Once I propose, we scale it back a little, but we’ll agree the details when you have that ring on your finger. But once we’re married…”
“Mark, once I’m wearing that white dress, no-one but me will be getting hands on you. My friends know that. But they also know I want to marry you.” She paused and giggled. “Shame they don’t allow more than one wife. Fairly sure…”
“You reckon? I mean, I’ve only met them a couple of times.”
“More to do with everything I tell them.” She cuddled into me tightly. “Do you want to go to bed now?”
“Not very subtle, Cindy.”
“I really need you inside me, Mark.”
“Okay. You’ve convinced me.”
Undressing each other slowly, my lips found their way to each patch of bare skin I revealed, Cindy giggling and moaning softly as she had numerous erogenous zones around her body that I’d spent plenty of time exploring. She always loved running her hands up and down my body, cooing at the definition I still managed to retain, despite the fact I hadn’t been to the gym as often as I used to go.