Cindy slid off me, cuddling into my side. “Do you want to stop everything? I will immediately if you want, Mark. But I thought you were having fun.”
Turning onto my side, I immediately caressed her face. “I’m having the time of my life, sweetheart. Trust me on that one.” She smiled as I kissed her. “It’s just I’ve lived my life a certain way for a few decades and now I’m doing something different, that’s against the norm or convention. And while it’s easy to say ‘fuck society’ and do what we want, when people judge, it’s difficult to not listen to them.”
“What’s most on your mind?”
“The fact that, when I’m with your friends, I’m finding I really enjoy being the bottom sometimes.”
Cindy smiled. “You mean like with Alexa? You really like it, don’t you?”
“So much, Cindy. She feels wonderful, and while I make love to her in return, I actually look forward to the next time she fucks me. And that’s leaving me questioning things about myself. Not about us, not at all. Purely looking at me from a certain viewpoint. I guess it doesn’t really matter in the end, people can call me what they want, but I’ve been thinking about it.”
“What about when I make love to you?” she wondered.
“Feels completely natural.” She smiled at my response. “I love feeling you inside me, Cindy, but I think we prefer it the other way. Which also has me thinking about if you ever decided to have that operation.” I took her hands in mine. “Rest assured, I will always support you, no matter what you choose to do.”
That earned me another tight hug. “I’m happy with how I am, Mark,” she whispered, “I don’t look in a mirror and hate my girlcock like so many transwomen do. I know Alexa and Cass feel the same. Alexa just calls hers a ten-inch clit. Cass feels and lives like a woman but admits she still likes to fuck. Melanie wants the operation eventually. I think Georgie does too, as soon as she can afford it. I don’t think Emma really cares. She’s just living her best life.” She met my eyes. “All I know is that you fell in love with who I am or was first, Mark. We might share the same anatomy but you know it doesn’t define who I am as a person.”
“Mike did suggest that, when we get married, you might… You know…”
She chuckled. “I haven’t actually given that a thought.” She kissed me softly. “Would it bother you if I never…”
“Nope.”
“Are you sure, Mark?”
Placing a hand on her chest, I left a soft kiss on her lips. “I fell in love with that first, Cindy. Your heart. Your mind. Your personality. And when you told me the truth, the first thought was ‘She’s so brave for telling me this now. I really like her.’ I’ve long wrapped my head around our physical relationship regarding you being intimate with me. What’s been on my mind is what I’m doing with our friends and the fact we’re together but sleeping with others. But the longer I think about it, the more I’m thinking ‘Fuck what others think’ and just doing what we want to do.”
“Want to fuck me now?” she asked, reaching down to caress my hard cock, “I need my boyfriend to nail me into the mattress. I’m thinking it’ll make him feel even better about things.”
I loved seeing Cindy on her knees in front of me, heading resting on the mattress or pillow. When she was glancing back, her eyes gazing into mine, biting her bottom lip, she was sexy, sultry and adorable, all at once. Sliding my cock inside her again, her face lit up as I placed my hands at her hips, both of us adjusting so I could, to be honest, just start nailing her immediately.
After a few minutes of that, she lifted herself up to rest on her hands. Grabbing a handful of her hair with my left hand, I gave her arse a good spank with my right. She moaned loudly, now begging me to fuck her nice and hard. The sound of my skin slapping against her arse soon echoed around the bedroom. Her moans. My grunts. Hearing her beg for me, for me to fuck her harder, just turned me on further.
“Fuck, I love your big cock,” she moaned. That always made me smile. Compliments are always nice.
“Your arse belongs to me,” I growled in return.
“Always and forever. You own all of me.”
She leaned back so I could kiss her. Her back against my chest, I noticed she was hard again. Wrapping my fingers around her shaft, she smiled as I started to stroke her. I loved making Cindy cum, whether in this position, or when she was on her back underneath me, riding me, in the shower… I just loved making her as happy as she made me.
“Fuck,” she whimpered, nailing her hard and my hand now a blur on her cock, “I’m going to cum so hard in a minute.”
“Once you do,” I breathed into her ear, “I’m pushing you down into the mattress, and your arse is mine, Cindy.”
She shuddered as I knew it just turned her on something fierce. “Please,” she whispered, “I need you tonight like that. My man just being all…” She growled, which caused us both to chuckle, despite the hard fucking I was now giving her. “That’s it, baby,” she moaned, “Stroke my girlcock. I love watching cum fly out of it.”
When she released, it just went everywhere. Neither of us cared anymore, used to sleeping in cum stained sheets by now as we had a very active sex life. We barely went a day without being intimate. She shuddered as she climaxed, turning to kiss me as soon as I’d stroked her empty. Releasing her cock, she sucked her cum off my fingers before I gently pushed her forward.
Practically mounting her, I placed my lips back next to her ear. “Are you ready, beautiful?” I whispered.
“I can handle anything you give me, baby!”
“Care to put that to the test?”
“Just cuddle me like always afterwards. That’s all I’ll ever want.”
I wasn’t gentle. I just wasn’t. Not for a single second. But she honestly loved it. Every single second until I came inside her. She begged and pleaded for more. To go harder. To go faster. To just own her body entirely. I drove my cock deep with every thrust. It did cause her to grunt and groan a few times. And even in those moments, when I was almost carried away, I didn’t like the idea of hurting her, of course her pain.
But I didn’t. She’d just tell me to keep going. She’d tell me how great it felt. How much she felt loved in those moments. The fact I’d do anything for her, and I knew that too. Even when busy fucking her, I’d still be thinking about things. I lived for my children, nearly everything I did was for them, but Cindy was now nearly equal to them in my eyes. I just hoped I never had to make a choice, though I was confident I’d never need to.
“Fuck, Cindy,” I finally moaned, and she knew I was close to orgasm.
“You know where,” she moaned back.
Those last couple of minutes wouldn’t have been easy though Cindy never complained. But when I did finally cum, it did feel like one of the best I’d ever experienced, like my very soul leaving my body. Cindy lay prone on the bed, leaving my cock buried as I continued to pump into her, amazed that my cock seemed to remain harder for far longer nowadays before it did finally start to soften.
“Holy shit,” I finally groaned, “Jesus, Cindy, you drained me.”
“I know, baby. Can’t get enough of my tight, little butt!”
Laughing out loud, I pulled out and laid on my back, Cindy immediately shuffling across to laze across my body, resting her head on my chest as she looked up at me. Running my fingers through her hair, she couldn’t stop smiling at me. Kissing her forehead, she closed her eyes and sighed, content with life.
We did eventually need a shower, kissing and cuddling constantly while I soaped her up very slowly, washing her down, before she did the same to me. Taking my cock back in her mouth, it was just a tease as I’d cum hard three times, and I was feeling it. My cock did get hard but it softened once she stopped blowing me, happy to cuddle me once we were back in bed.
“Feel better about things?” she asked, spooning back against me.
“Yeah, I think so. Hand on heart, I say we keep things going how they are and just decide in the future. How does that sound?”
“It sounds perfect to me, Mark. I just want both of us to be happy. And I love the fact you enjoy being with my friends, and that you’re not hung up on how you have sex with them.” Thinking of Alexa turned me on and Cindy soon felt me poking her, enjoying her giggle as she snuggled back against me. “I’m glad it turns you on so much. Alexa?”
“Yeah.”
“Never worry about the fact she loves you, Mark. And I know you love her. Soon, we will help her find a Mark of her own, but I’m glad you love being with her. She deserves someone like you. If you’d met her first, I’d have been so happy for her. A little jealous, but still happy.”
“I’m guessing she feels the same?”
“Yes, she has admitted to feeling a little jealous. But what matters most is that I’m happy. Life isn’t easy at the best of times, and girls like us trying to find love, I mean real genuine love, can be difficult.” She paused before whispering, “Thank you for saying that staying like this isn’t a problem. I’m happy with how I am for the moment, Mark. Maybe one day though…”
“Either way, you’re my girl, Cindy. Always will be too.”
She turned over to bury her head into my chest. Caressing her back, she had another little cry. I think we’d solved quite a few issues that evening. Our relationship would always take centre stage of both our lives except for my children. Cindy understood that and I knew would never come between them. In fact, she loved Natalie like one of her own. My son was a little different, but they just didn’t know each other as well.