Walking inside our apartment after a visit to the gym once I’d finished work for the day, I found Cindy bouncing around the kitchen as always, ponytail flying about, dancing on the toes of her pretty little feet, wearing only a pair of very tight shorts, moulded to her arse. I could only stand there and watch, mesmerised by the display. She was just so damned sexy, I still wondered to this day what she was doing with me.
Sensing my presence, she turned and smiled immediately upon seeing my face, bouncing across the kitchen, leaping into my arms and kissing me hard, her tongue requesting immediate access to my mouth. Carrying her to the table, I placed her pert little butt down as I ran my fingers up and down her naked back.
“Hey, baby,” she whispered, “Good day?”
“No complaints. Well, the usual shit I have to deal with, but I deal with it as best I can.”
“That’s you through and through, Mark. Almost unflappable most of the time. Always returning home smiling for me.”
“How could I be grumpy waking up in the morning with you in our bed then coming home to you nearly every evening?”
That earned me another kiss. “Dinner in ten minutes. Go wash up,” she whispered.
Heading to the bathroom, hearing her start singing to herself again, I stripped down to my underwear, throwing the shirt and shorts I was wearing into the wash, washing my hands and face as I looked over myself in the mirror. I certainly looked fitter than ever before, my gym work really paying off. I smiled as a few recent memories started to come back.
Returning to the kitchen, I stood behind Cindy and ran my hands up her body, feeling her press back against me. “I missed you today, baby,” she whispered, “I miss you ever day. I hate being apart for so long each day.”
“I know. Still think I should hire you as my personal assistant.”
It was three months into the new year and only a few things about our lives had changed. We were busy looking for a house to move into. Though we had discussed building our own house, considering we did need a large number of rooms, we agreed to keep looking for the right property until we simply had to give up and strike out on our own, so to speak.
Wedding plans were easier than I thought they would be. We’d organised to get married in a local park. We’d organised some catering for the reception, which would be held in my parent’s backyard. We’d already prepared a guest list, trying to keep the numbers sensible. Cindy was trying to find the perfect wedding dress, but was also working to a budget. Now that we were house hunting, we were keeping our wedding to a reasonable budget, choosing to do many things ourselves, or with the help of friends and family.
Stephanie was now off birth control and we had started making love during the right time of the month. No pregnancy signs just yet, having been told that it might take a little longer for her to get pregnant as her body adapts to no longer being on birth control. Cindy was with us every night Stephanie and I made love. She knew it might take a little time so wasn’t worried. Stephanie had done a lot of reading herself about how she could get pregnant easier.
We’d also gone to see a couple of lawyers. Though we loved and trusted each other completely, the three of us did agree that we should have a legal framework drawn up regarding the first child she gave birth to as Stephanie was effectively the surrogate for us. It was surprisingly easy to sort out as Cindy would basically be ‘adopting’ the child. When it came to Stephanie’s own child, it was quite simple so nothing really needed to be agreed, and if Stephanie did end up living with us, the three of us would support each other.
What Cindy and Stephanie had agreed is that, until she was confirmed as pregnant, only I would make love with her. She wasn’t interested in dating anyway, but we had friends who had certainly liked being intimate with both our sisters.
Jane had served divorce papers on her husband, had a restraining order placed on him, and his daughters wanted nothing to do with him. I’d seen Jane at least twice a week since the start of the new year, and called her nearly every other day I didn’t see her. She was doing better with each passing week. And there was no lingering awkwardness from any confession she made. I knew she had no interest in dating whatsoever, but had heard she’d enjoyed a night or two with one of our friends, and she’d dropped by our apartment more than once to have a little fun with Cindy. Seeing my fiancee make love with my sister was beautiful. I could involve myself by just focusing on Cindy…
Regarding our friends, Alexa and Cass remained living together and were practically dating by this point. Both were still trying to find a man, but after hearing Alexa’s last story, I wasn’t surprised they were ready to give up again. Seeing the pair together was rather sweet, as they quite obviously cared about each other deeply. Both still had fun with Cindy and myself, and I know both still wanted a man of their own, but as they had each other, they were no longer worrying so much about it.
To all our surprise, we knew Emma and Georgie had always been close but, from what we’d been told, they’d been together a lot more often in the past couple of months. I still visited Emma every few weeks for a wax, taking Cindy with me so we could have a little fun, learning from Emma fairly early on that Georgie was a regular visitor and they’d started enjoying sex more often. Emma was happy to remain single, while I knew Georgie wanted a man of her own but she’d had a couple of bad dates recently so found safety with her friend.
As for Melanie, she’d sat us down within a month of the new year starting and announced she had started the long road to gender confirmation surgery. We were all delighted for her, as we knew it was a big deal, and would be tough on her both physically and psychologically. We all assured her she’d have our support the entire way.
No-one was entirely surprised when Georgie cleared her throat and suggested it was something she might start considering seriously in the future, but for the time being, she wasn’t in any rush to start the process. That was the first time I sat down with Cindy in quite a while and asked for her opinion regarding herself.
“Nope, still don’t mind looking down and seeing my girlcock, Mark,” she stated, smiling at me, “I have a feeling Alexa, Cass and myself will remain how we are. I’m not entirely sure about Emma. Melanie doesn’t surprise me at all. She’s always talked about going through with the surgery. Georgie does surprise me slightly as she’s rarely mentioned it, but I think Melanie stating she’d started perhaps jogged her own ambitions.”
Cindy proved it more than once. Since the turn of the year, I’d made sure the romantic feelings between Cindy and myself didn’t diminish, the last thing either of us wanting is for us to just get comfortable and get into a routine. I sent her flowers nearly once a week. Sometimes I’d add a little something else, our spare room filling up with teddy bears. But it was regarding our lovemaking that proved Cindy enjoyed being a different sort of woman. Though I’d say we were more ‘traditional’ than not, the man making love to the woman, Cindy still loved fucking me from time to time, and we both enjoyed it each and every time.
“This is why,” she moaned one evening with her girlcock inside me, “I love this feeling, Mark. I can’t help loving being intimate with you this way too.”
Considering I still enjoyed sex with most of her friends, I’d long stopped worrying about my sexuality. What I knew is that I wasn’t exactly straight any longer, despite the fact I was still having sex occasionally with Megan and every few days a month with Stephanie. I wasn’t interested in men, but being fucked by women with a girlcock was… Well, I knew I was on the spectrum of sexuality somewhere away from heterosexual, perhaps bisexual, or even that pansexual which Chris had mentioned. Cindy and I still discussed these sort of things from time to time, but I put it that I loved Cindy and her friends and was comfortable and enjoyed everything we did.
It was at one of Mike’s parties that he held every month that really had me really understanding myself and some of my relationships. He’d invited Cindy and myself plus all of our friends. Jane and Stephanie had also been invited, but aware of what might be going on, they appreciated the invite but declined. Megan and Caroline were invited, not surprised they did elect to come along. It had been a long time since Megan had been to one of Mike’s shindigs.
Alexa and Cass would visit Cindy and myself at least once or twice a week. Sometimes, it would just be for dinner and drinks. Other times, we’d head to the bedroom or living room, get naked, and have a lot of fun together. My relationship with Cass had certainly changed. There’s no doubting she still loved to fuck me, but I think it was certainly far more even nowadays, wanting me to make love to her while Alexa and Cindy would make love at the same time.
But when it came to Alexa with me, I’d long admitted I loved it when she fucked me. She enjoyed it when I fucked her, but we were not going to deny what we enjoyed any longer. Cindy loved it when her best friend fucked me, and Cass would sometimes watch, at other times would want to join in, making sure I was plugged at both ends. It was when Alexa was fucking me nice and hard at once of Mike’s parties when he said, “Never had you picked as being submissive, Mark.”
It was like a light bulb moment with me. I’d always thought it was a dirty word, particularly for a man like myself. But given I’d dealt with everything regarding my sexuality, hearing Alexa chuckle as she fucked me before leaning down to my ear, turning back to kiss her, I couldn’t help smile back at her. “He’s right, isn’t he?”
“Does the word bother you?”
“Not anymore. I guess I am a little bit when I’m with you, Alexa. And I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that.”
“I love fucking you, Mark,” she whispered into my ear, “I’m so glad you love it too.”
“I no longer worry about what I enjoy, Alexa. Feeling you bury that girlcock inside me does nothing but make me smile, and all I want to feel is you pumping into me until you cum.”