I knew it was going to be a warm ride home, both of us dressed in leather, so it was with some regret that we eventually wandered back to where we’d left everything. I didn’t bother drying off, just wrapping the towel around my waist before grabbing the few other things we’d brought with us. Taking Cindy’s hand, we followed the track back towards the car park where I’d left the motorbike.
Dressing in our leathers, Cindy even managed to look good in those, as they were tight to her body, showing off her curves. Sharing a bottle of water before putting on our helmets, she placed the small backpack over her shoulders as I mounted the machine, helping her up onto it behind me. “Want to go anywhere or straight home?” I asked.
“We’ll go home, change, then I’m taking my man out for dinner.”
With our busy lives, I rarely had the chance to take my motorbike out for a ride, but whenever we did, Cindy loved it. Once we hit the freeway heading back south, I opened the accelerator, hit the outside lane, and blew by most of the traffic. Cindy held on tight but loved it, as despite the speed, I remained alert of other drivers. Once we were back in the traffic, I obeyed the traffic laws all the way home.
Leaving the bike in the garage as always, we took off our helmets as I glanced at the workbench, reminding Cindy I would need to take care of her car soon for its yearly inspection. That earned me a kiss on the cheek. She’d already agreed that, once we found our own house, I’d do the outside maintenance while she’d be the housewife. When I tried to argue that I’d always help inside, she shut me up with a blowjob. Found I couldn’t find an argument once she was done with me, though in my mind, she’d probably always do the cooking, as she was fantastic at it, and I’d just help out with everything else anyway.
Needing a shower as we’d worked up a sweat on the ride home, I wasn’t surprised she followed me into the stall, and no real surprise she ended up pressed against the tiled wall as we made out. Watching her slowly slide to her knees, her tongue ran up from my balls along my shaft before she teased the head of my cock.
Running my fingers through her hair, she gazed up into my eyes as she teased me for a couple of minutes, feeling one of her hands on my arse, tickling my arse, as I watched her slowly start to take my length in her mouth. That first groan released was loud, earning a giggle from Cindy.
I never liked fucking her face but she did like me exerting a little control, and once I felt my cock reaching the tight confines of her throat, that’s when she liked the movement of my hips. Gripping the back of her head firmly, I noticed her eyes light up as I started to gently thrust, feeling her tongue work my shaft.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” I moaned.
Cindy replied by making sure she returned a louder moan and the sound of her blowing me was louder than the running water out of the shower head. Feeling my orgasm rapidly approaching, Cindy seemed to have that sense as always, her head moving even faster while I thrust into her even more.
“Fuck, I’m close,” I groaned.
Timing it well as always, she pulled back just enough so that the first spurt filled her mouth, gripping her hair even tighter as I just erupted, spurt after spurt, hearing her gulp loudly each time. Only when I’d finished, feeling my knees go a little weak, did I notice the slight pain on her face. Releasing her hair, I caressed her cheek with the back of my hand. “Sorry, sweetheart,” I whispered, helping her to her feet, hugging her immediately.
“It’s okay, baby. How tight you held me told me that you were loving it!”
“Definitely!” Leaning back, I asked, “Are we going out to eat or making love?”
“You made me cum earlier, you’ve just cum. I’m hungry for food right now.” Kissing me softly, she added, “But we’re definitely fooling around when we get home.”
There was plenty of tickling and laughing as we got ready to go out, Cindy throwing on a gorgeous dress that showed off her arms, a little cleavage, and her long legs. I stopped dressing myself as I took in what she was wearing. She twirled around, giving me a good look at the thong she was wearing, leaving little to the imagination. She’d tucked herself away, at least, though I didn’t care if she did or not.
Once I was dressed, usually in slacks or trousers more often than jeans, and a nice shirt, having been taken shopping more than once as Cindy had an eye for clothing that looked nice on me, we agreed to take a taxi so we could both enjoy a drink. Directing the taxi to a restaurant we both liked, Cindy cuddled into my side as we settled down for a twenty or so minute drive.
We both loved Italian, and after searching online for little independent places, we’d discovered where we were visiting a couple of months ago. Didn’t visit too often but the food was always excellent and it was what we would both consider romantic. You know, things like candlelight, light music in the background, polite waiters and not overly crowded.
After making our orders, Cindy leaned forward and took my hand in hers, and I knew her well enough to know when something was on her mind. Taking a couple of deep breaths, when her eyes met mine again, I saw the shimmer in them. “I want a baby,” she whispered, “I love your daughter like she was my own, Mark, and your son is always friendly to me. But I want our child. Somehow…”
Scratching my head, I had to ask, “How?” Though our conversation back at the beach hit me quickly. “Your sister,” I murmured.
Noticing her wipe her eyes, I moved my chair around so I could sit much closer to her. “I know you’re looking for rings and marriage is the priority, but I know my sister would be some sort of surrogate for us. Or that’s what I meant by living together.”
“So I’d be intimate with her, she’d have a child, and the child would have three parents?” Taking a sip of my drink, I was curious. “How long have you been discussing his with Stephanie?”
“Since I started my transition,” Cindy replied softly, “I’ve always had three options. First was meeting someone like you, Mark, who already had children and becoming a step-parent. Second was adopting. Third was my sister. We knew how it would work, that you’d have to be intimate for it to work. No turkey baster nonsense or insemination. And she always said, if she was single, we’d figure out how it could work.”
“Would I be expected… um… How would this work?”
Thankfully, Cindy giggled. “You’ll just be with me, but Stephanie would be there to help raise the child. Or children. We talked about it a lot while I still lived at home.” She met my eyes. “Is this all too weird?”
“We can continue to discuss it, Cindy. Nothing is off the table. I always assumed these sort of things would need to be discussed eventually.”
“Would you like kids, Mark?”
“With you? Of course. I just wasn’t sure how it would work.”
“Fuck my sister, cum in her, then fuck and cum in me afterwards.” I almost choked on my drink as I heard her giggle. “Maybe we could fuck her together?”
I felt my eyes widen at that. “Seriously?”
“Would you think that’s really weird?”
“I’m not sure, to be honest. Part of me probably would. Another part would think ‘Totally fucking hot’. It’s like the ultimate taboo, isn’t it?”
Conversation moved onto other topics as there was no point continuing to talk about it to death. Cindy knew what she wanted, and while the idea of having sex with her sister did weird me out slightly, simply because it wasn’t something I’d expected, I assumed that, if she was there with me, it wouldn’t be weird when it happened. And I guess I’d sex with other girls while I’d been with her. But there was a difference between friends and family.
Then again, I’d fucked my ex-wife so… I don’t know. My life was a little more confusing than it had been before I met Cindy, but I certainly wasn’t complaining!
Eating our fill with an entree and main meal before sharing a dessert, Cindy was in a fantastic mood upon leaving the restaurant, taking her hand and leading her towards a nearby bar. It was quiet, with soft music in the background, the lighting kept low so we could sit in a small booth and feel alone. She sipped at a cocktail, I enjoyed a bourbon with mixer. Apart from some light kissing, she simply snuggled into my side, her hand resting on my chest.
It had been a long day, no surprise to me that, after a couple of drinks, she was yawning and almost falling asleep against my shoulder. Whispering that I should take her home to sleep, she giggled before agreeing, ordering a taxi over the phone before taking her hand, waiting outside for it to arrive.
Showering once we got back home, any idea of making love ended when I walked into the bedroom to find Cindy already snuggled under the sheets, fast asleep. She was so damned adorable, I took more than one photo of her before joining her. She opened her eyes, her baby blues gazing up into mine. “You know, I think nearly every day with you is perfect, Mark,” she whispered.
Kissing her forehead, I pulled her tight to me as she relaxed even more. “Well, you’re just perfect, so I have that going for me,” I whispered back.
I wasn’t distracted at work that week, but I must have looked like I had something on my mind the entire time, as while I was nibbling at my lunch on Thursday, Mike walked into my office, shutting the door behind him, before sliding onto one of the chairs opposite me. Looking up from the plastic container in which Cindy had prepared my meal, Mike actually looked a little worried.
“Something’s on your mind, mate. I can tell. What’s going on?”
Got to admit, I almost laughed at how worried he sounded. “What do you mean?”
“You’ve been distracted all week, and not entirely in a good way. Is everything okay between you and Cindy?”
“Of course. No worries there whatsoever.”
“Okay, what is it then? Can you share?”
Taking another bite, I eventually nodded, closing the container and sliding it aside. “Cindy wants children.” Mike smiled immediately as he knew it was something I’d like too. “The only obvious problem is that, well, Cindy can’t have them. But she’s already figured out a way for it to happen.”