Leaning back, I cupped her cheek, watching her eyes close but her lower lip tremble. “I know it’s difficult, Megan. Sometimes I think I should just…”
“No. Don’t. I can handle it. But you’d better go. Give Cindy my love.” She paused a moment and met my eyes. “When you marry her, can I come to the wedding?”
“You’d want to?”
“Yes,” she stated adamantly, “If you don’t think that’s too weird.”
“If there are rules, then fuck them. If you want to come, I’m sure Cindy won’t mind.” I paused a moment. “Natalie is turning eleven soon. Why don’t we do a thing with the families? I mean mine and Cindy’s, but you come join us.”
“What about your parents?”
“I’ll talk to them.”
“My parents still love you like a son, Mark, but they understand why you don’t see them anymore.”
“They’re invited too.”
Cindy and Natalie joined our side. “Are you happy, Mummy?” Natalie asked, “You’re smiling a lot more.”
“I am, beautiful. Daddy and I are just talking.”
“Daddy, Cindy said we’re going to see Nan and Pop tomorrow, and I’ll be meeting her parents too.”
“That’s what we are doing, munchkin. And on your birthday, Mummy, Grandad and Grandma will be coming to my old home too.”
“Really?”
I glanced at Megan, wrapping an arm around her waist, wrapping my other arm around Cindy. “Really,” I replied, “We’re going to be a big family. It will be strange to start with, but we’ll make it work.”
I was almost poleaxed by an excited ten-year-old as she hugged me. “You’d better go, otherwise you’ll end up staying here,” Megan said, “I’ll see you on Sunday night.”
After putting Natalie to bed back at our apartment, I was sitting alone on the couch when Cindy joined me. She had a bottle of bourbon, a bucket of ice, and two small glasses. Kissing my cheek, she poured us a drink each as I leaned forward, running a hand over my head. “Cindy, I feel awful,” I admitted, “I know what she did, but I have a heart. I’m empathetic. I care. And I hate seeing her like that now. The hate is gone, and now I remember the good times we had.” I turned to look at her. “Thank you for helping me.”
She kissed my cheek. “It’s because I love you.”
“I love you so much, it scares me sometimes.” Taking her hand as we sipped at our drinks, I added, “Have you spoken to your friend?”
“She’s going to come around for dinner on Wednesday night. You’ll like her, Mark. She’s so adorable. And Megan will love her.” She kissed my cheek again. “You genuinely want her to be happy, don’t you?”
“She punished herself long enough. I’m not someone who will hate all my life. During that year and more after our divorce, I was bitter, full of hate, and it consumed me. I didn’t like who I was. I hate that sort of negative energy. Honestly, Cindy, meeting you changed my life for the better.” I didn’t realise she was crying until I heard her quiet sobs. Placing my glass down, I turned and held her in my arms. I added softly, “Sorry for making you cry.”
“I do because I’m in love with such a good man with an even better heart.”
“Natalie was too young to really understand how her father was coping. I managed to put on a facade for her she believed. Greg saw through it, of course. And I treated Megan like shit. Many would say it was deserved, but I could have been a better man about things. The fact she still loves me after all that speaks volumes about her, but also the love she did and does still have for me.” I sighed and felt myself sag. “I now understand why she did it but, if we’d been more clued up, we could have done something about it. Though that would have meant not meeting you. I call that fate.” I took a deep breath. “Cindy, I want to spend my life with you. I know that at heart.”
She hugged me tighter. “I love you,” she whispered.
As soon as our bedroom door was shut, Cindy leapt on me, practically tearing my clothes off before pushing me back on the bed. Straddling my lap, she reached over to grab lube as I attacked her breasts with my mouth, taking one of her hard little nipples in my mouth, nibbling at such as each one as she focused on lubing up my cock and her arse.
Once she was ready, I felt the tip of my cock press at her tight little hole, moaning softly as I slowly slid inside her, and after only a couple of seconds, I was buried. “Fuck,” I groaned.
“Mark, can I be honest about one thing?”
“Of course.”
“This feeling right now is why I don’t want to change anything more about me.” I smiled as I met her eyes. “Feeling you like this, knowing the orgasm I’m going to have soon, nothing will replace it.”
Reaching to caress her cheek, she leaned down to kiss me. “Remember, Cindy. In my eyes, you are the most beautiful woman on Earth,” I whispered, “With quite a large clit.”
She burst into a fit of giggles, relaxing on my chest as I cuddled her. “Wish I’d met you so long ago, Mark. We could have spent so many happy years together already.”
“We’ve got the future, sweetheart. Long life together yet.”
We made love until we enjoyed an orgasm. I’d never tire of feeling Cindy cum all over me as she rode me. I had mentioned getting rid of my chest hair. The thought horrified her, telling me in no uncertain terms that my chest hair made me ‘more masculine’ and therefore it was to stay. Back and butt was fine to keep hairless. Chest was a no. And she still preferred my ‘sexy stubble’ over being clean shaven.
Far as she was concerned, anything that made me more of a man, in her eyes, was a good thing.
Natalie was in a great mood the next morning as she helped Cindy make breakfast. Watching my daughter bond so closely with my girlfriend was delightful. Cindy quite obviously adored her in return. No, not just adored. Cindy loved her to bits, and Natalie returned that love. We played games until lunchtime, only eating a sandwich each, before we got ready to head out.
I drove us to Cindy’s old home. Taking Natalie by the hand, we led her to the front door, where Laura greeted us. She leaned down to introduce herself. “Hello, I’m Laura, Cindy’s mother. Who are you?”
“I’m Natalie,” my daughter replied shyly.
Laura hugged her immediately. Cindy leaned into me, wrapping my arm around her waist. Taking her hand, Laura led her inside, where Stephanie was waiting to meet her. Introductions were made, Stephanie getting down to one knee to hug her. Laura had to wipe her cheeks, Stephanie was overcome as well. “I’ll make sure you see her as often as possible,” I said.
“We’ll come visit you too. We should do that more often, but I guess we’re all bad at keeping in touch, physically at least.”
Introductions out of the way, the girls grabbed their things, piling into my car for the drive over to my parents’ place. Cindy was in contact with her friends, organising it so we’d all arrive at the same time. Laura knew they were coming, amused at the fact I’d be showing up with Cindy and who she called ‘my other girlfriends’. Wasn’t quite like that, but would probably look like it.
Alexa arrived with Emma and Georgie, and after we’d organised ourselves, I led the way to the front door. “We’re here!” I called out as I opened the front door. Mum and Dad insisted it would always be home, so I could come and go as I pleased, within reason. Mum appeared from the kitchen, Natalie running towards her, her grandmother giving her a tight hug as always. Dad appeared from outside, stopping as he took in the small group I was leading.
Gathering outside, introductions were made. First, Laura and Stephanie, as they were Cindy’s relatives and, more than likely, future relations. Mum and Laura bonded within seconds, Stephanie being taken under the wing of my siblings. Then it came to introducing Alexa, Emma and Georgie.
My father was immediately smitten by Alexa. Considering she was a tall, buxom goddess, I could understand why. Georgie and Emma, being as friendly as I knew, immediately made friends with the family. Laura and Stephanie already knew them, so they spent time getting to know my family, while Natalie found herself centre of attention. Finding myself alone with Cindy, I whispered in her ear about nookie in my old bedroom. My mother overhead. “Your old room isn’t a bedroom anymore,” she stated, “If you need to get something out of your system, there’s always the bathroom.”
Everyone figured out without being told that Alexa, Emma and Georgie were transgender women, the same as Cindy. It wasn’t a problem as no-one made an issue. One or two questions at most, simply out of curiosity, before the topic of conversation moved on. Heading inside to grab drinks for a few people, Mum and Dad did follow me inside and I figured I was about to be interrogated.
“Mark, one question. It seems that Alexa really likes you too,” Dad started to say.
“I’m with Cindy, Dad. But I don’t know how to explain it.”
“Keep it simple then,” Mum suggested.
I poured Mum a glass of wine, passed Dad a bottle of beer, taking one for myself, before we gathered in the living room. Cindy noticed us and figured we were having a private conversation, but I gestured for her to come join us. She sat next to me, taking my hand in hers. “Okay, Cindy and I are together, that much is obvious. Cindy has five close friends, three of them here today. You can see they’re lovely women but…”
“We’ve all had problems meeting a good man,” Cindy said, picking up the story, “Your son is wonderful. I love him to absolute bits. Alexa is in love with him too.” That made me glance at her in surprise. I knew she loved me, but not in love with me. “Emma has pretty much fallen for him too. Georgie adores him. Cass is asking me constantly about meeting up together again. So I’m sure you’re wondering how it will work?”
“I’ve heard about open and poly relationships,” Mum admitted, “I didn’t think that was your thing, Mark?”
“It isn’t. This is just a unique situation.”
“Mark and I are together but… um… Do you need to know about his private life?”
My parents shared a glance and laughed. “No, I guess we don’t.”
“One thing,” I added, “Megan and I…” Their faces clouded over. “Wait, look, I know how you guys still feel after what happened. But what you don’t know is that Megan and I are now in a really good place. So on Natalie’s birthday, the idea is that she’ll spend the morning with Megan and then she’ll come here with Natalie.”