“Adoption?”
Chucking, I shook my head as I replied, “No. Her sister.”
“Fucking what? You mean you’ll… er… Be with her sister?”
“From the conversations we had over the weekend, it’s something the pair of them agreed long ago, when she started to transition. Stephanie, her sister, also wants a kid, so Cindy has practically suggested that she has more than one kid and we try and make it work somehow.” I paused before adding, “I’m not sure how everything with Stephanie would actually work. Don’t get me wrong, she’s an attractive woman but I’m not in love with her.”
“And I guess the original agreement didn’t include you.”
“No. Cindy and I are still discussing it, of course. And I still want to propose before anything else.”
“Got a ring yet?”
“I’ve got three I’m trying to decide between. I almost want to ask for her opinion, but then it won’t be a surprise.”
“You’re not planning on a Christmas proposal, are you?”
“Nah, that’s a little on the nose, though I’m sure she wouldn’t mind at all. I wouldn’t do it on her or my birthday. Not sure I can wait until Valentine’s day next year. I’m going to decide by the end of the month then… I’m not sure, I’m thinking I’ll propose in front of both families. I know that’s something she’d love, for me to share it with those who mean the most to her.”
Megan and I continued to text each other constantly, closer than we’d been in years, to be honest. She kept me up to date in regards to her relationship with Caroline, and it was obvious she was falling in love with her. Considering I’d found love long ago by now, she actually called me more than once, feeling a little nervous, a little giddy, but she also still had feelings for me, and I think was feeling a little guilty about finally moving on.
Turning up at the old house on Friday after work, it was no surprise to find Cindy already there, sharing a glass of wine with Megan and Caroline. Cindy greeted me with a kiss, before Caroline did the same thing, with an obvious grope of my cock at the same time. That made me blush, glancing at Cindy with concern, before Megan then laid a soft kiss on my lips too. “Just a nice little kiss between friends,” she whispered.
“Plus I still really want to fuck you,” Caroline stated, “Megan certainly won’t mind if I get a piece of that arse.”
“So what’s the plan then?” I wondered, looking at Cindy, “We taking Natalie home or…”
“We’re going home. Just wanted a glass of wine with friends.”
“And you seriously don’t mind the greeting?” I asked, knowing full well she didn’t. And I didn’t mind either. It was now just a game we played.
Cindy giggled. “Mark, Caroline wants to fuck you. Trust me, a little kiss doesn’t bother me. And considering your history with Megan, if you wanted to disappear for an hour to fuck her, I wouldn’t mind, as long as I could watch.”
“Can I finally fuck him then?” Caroline wondered.
“We need to gangbang him again, Caroline.”
“God, I totally want to watch that too,” Megan almost moaned.
“Maybe we could gangbang you together?” Caroline suggested.
Megan giggled. “Wow, that would be something else. Watching my ex-husband being fucked while I’m being fucked at the same time.”
“Let me go say hello to the kids before whatever happens.”
Natalie was in her room, watching a movie, though she was quickly bouncing up into my arms upon seeing me. “Daddy!” she cried out. God, even after all this time, holding her tightly as she hugged me in return was enough to get the emotions going. Still talked to her every night, as did Cindy, and Megan did her best to accommodate me coming to visit whenever I could, but it still wasn’t the same as living at home with her. Carrying her towards Greg’s room, it wasn’t a surprise to see he wasn’t there, no doubt out with his friends.
“Got a bag packed?” She nodded into my chest. “Looking forward to a weekend with daddy and Cindy?”
“I miss you all the time.”
Hugging her tighter, I had to take a few seconds before I would trust my voice. “I’ve got you half the summer holidays, munchkin. And we’ll make the most of it. I promise.”
“And Cindy?”
“Yeah, she’ll be with us too.”
“Will she be my second Mummy soon?”
Laughing, I made sure she felt my nod. “She will, munchkin. I promise that too.”
“I love you, Daddy.”
“Love you too,” I whispered.
Carrying her out to the living room, the conversation went quiet as Cindy and Megan saw my face. Sitting down next to Cindy, Natalie snuggled on my lap as I wiped my cheeks. Megan leaned across, resting her head against my shoulder. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“I can do more too,” I admitted, “But… It’s not the same as living here…”
“Can you take her this week?”
“Huh?”
“I should have offered sooner, Mark. Cindy, you think you can handle… I can’t think of a better…”
“God yes, I’d love her with us for a week.”
“Would you like that, Natalie?” Megan asked. That question was answered by our daughter leaping onto the lap of her mother, blubbering ‘Thank you’. Don’t think there was a dry eye in the house after that. “Sorry, sweetheart. I should have offered far sooner. Have dinner with us, Daddy, then take your daughter home for the weekend and all next week. And we’ll work out a new arrangement so you can have her far more often than just every second weekend. I’ll talk to my lawyer this week.”
Taking her hand, I could only offer her a heartfelt thank you. Cindy offered her own thanks, Megan retorting that she loved our daughter almost as much as we did, if not completely the same. She was as much a part of her life as her parents were now.
I helped Natalie pack a new bag for a week, as she’d need all her things for school. She was ever so excited, bursting into tears again once everything was packed, though only because she was so happy to be spending more time with her father. Megan ordered in some food for us to enjoy, the five of us gathering around the dinner table. I was amazed at how easily the conversation flowed, how much laughter there was, the constant smiles on all five faces.
Cindy hugged Megan tightly when we were leaving, taking Natalie by the hand once they parted, leading her to the car. I hugged Megan just as tightly. “Thank you,” I whispered.
“Leave it with me, Mark. I think instead of every second weekend, it’s now two weeks a month. What do you think?”
“I’d love it. I miss my little girl so much.”
She leaned back, caressing my cheek. “It’s the last thing I need to make right,” she whispered, “She needs her daddy, and she just adores Cindy. Are you worried about Greg?”
“He’s old enough to live his own life nowadays. We do text all the time about, you know, bloke things. Once he gets his licence, he can come see his old man whenever he wants.”
Hugging her tightly one last time, I let her go and returned to the car, Natalie in the passenger seat as Cindy got behind the wheel of her own car. The smile on my daughter’s face as I drove us home never wavered for a second. Leading her upstairs, her hand never leaving mine, we dropped her things in what we would now call her bedroom, and I suggested that we go out and buy things so it was really hers going forward. Cindy loved that idea, the two quickly conspiring on how to make it as ‘girly’ as possible.
Standing in the doorway later that night, watching her sleep, I felt Cindy wrap an arm around my waist, leaning into me. “Guess we might consider this practice,” she murmured.
“Hmmm. Good point. I don’t want to tell her what we’re thinking about though. Don’t want to get her hopes up.”
“Want to go to bed and slide that wonderful cock of yours inside me?” she breathed into my ear.
“Yes. Yes, I’d love to do that.”
Pulling her door almost closed, I took Cindy’s hand, leading her to our bedroom. Shutting our door, Cindy wasted no time taking off her skirt and blouse, standing before me in her navy blue bra and panties, hands on her hips, her hard cock poking out the top of her panties. I practically ripped off my clothes, flinging them everywhere before taking her in my arms, kissing her deeply. Grabbing her arse, she giggled as a finger rather quickly teased her.
“Want to blow each other first?” she wondered.
“Why don’t I blow you while getting your tight little butt ready for me?”
A broad grin lit up her face. “I love it when you just want to make me happy.”
“That’s my mission in life going forward.”
Sitting her down on the edge of the bed, she leaned forward to kiss me as I helped undo her bra first, her perfect breasts appearing. Asking if I’d like to suck on her titties first, I replied by taking one of them in my mouth as I slowly peeled off her panties before taking her girlcock in my hand. She moaned softly as I kissed down her body, spreading her legs wider, her seven-inch girlcock looking as hard as ever, a little pre-cum glistening in the light.
“Please suck me,” she murmured, “I really want to cum in your mouth.”
Teasing her first, I made sure she leaned back on her elbows, running my hands up and down her body as I licked up and down her girlcock first. She sucked in a deep breath as I ran my tongue down to her balls, watching her reach back for the lube, though I wasn’t going to get her ready yet. Giving her balls some attention first, I then lifted her up and spread her cheeks, giving her arse a lot of attention first.
“Oh fuck… Mark…” she moaned, “Love how much you love my arse.”
“I’d do this every day, sweetheart.”
As I ate her arse, I slowly stroked her cock, hearing her moaning softly a few times. I only relented once she was begging me to suck her girlcock again, running my tongue up over her balls again and up her cock, swirling it around the thick head, pre-cum dribbling down her shaft. Meeting her eyes, her face lit up as I swallowed nearly entire length at once.
“Oh baby, I’m going to cum so quickly,” she moaned.