“Greg, you’ve always had a place at our house. I just haven’t pushed for you to stay because I know you’re living your own life now. We catch up at other times, like going to the footy, but you will always have a place in our home.”
“Definitely,” Cindy added, “Natalie will have her own room, our baby will eventually have a nursery, and there is another room that you can use whenever you want.”
“And your girlfriend is always welcome considering she’s also my niece.”
“Sweet home Alabama,” Cass sang softly to herself, but it was all in humour. It wasn’t illegal in our country, and from what both Greg and Emily had told me, none of their friends gave a shit about the fact they were dating each other. They admitted to the occasional joke, simply in jest, but everyone could see how much they were in love, and everyone was already thinking that it was a relationship that would last. I certainly had my fingers crossed, as did my sister.
The next couple of weeks passed quickly. They always did when Natalie was staying with us, just a reminder that every two weeks, she’d come stay with us, a little older, a little smarter, a little wiser, and I could see she was slowly growing up and becoming a little woman. But she was still young and small enough that she’d fall asleep on the couch, and I’d carry her to bed. I’d done it more than one time that, after putting her to bed, I almost needed a little cry, wondering if that time would be the last.
“One more fortnight with us, munchkin, and then it’ll be our wedding,” I told her as we were driving home to Megan’s.
“I can’t wait, Daddy. I’m so excited!”
“Me too,” Cindy stated, turning to look at my daughter, “Do you like your dress?”
“I love it. I looked so pretty. Daddy will love it too.”
Obviously, I wouldn’t see Cindy’s dress until she appeared at the end of the aisle, but I also didn’t want to see what the bridesmaids or what my daughter would be wearing. I wanted it to be a surprise. Cindy knew we’d be wearing suits, so nothing would be a major surprise there.
Two weeks without my daughter certainly led to the apartment quieter and a little emptier. I always missed my daughter, but Cindy hated having to drop her off at home. Megan certainly understood how she felt, but Natalie still called us, or we called her every night. She’d sometimes talk to me for all of five minutes before asking for Cindy, the two then talking for an hour before the phone was handed back. I told Megan, who found it both sweet and adorable, another thing for my ex-wife and future wife to bond over. It was still weird to sometimes hear from Cindy that she had stopped for a coffee with my ex-wife and current partner but was pleased that nearly everyone in my life was so friendly with each other.
In addition to nerves, Cindy’s libido was also skyrocketing at times. When Natalie was staying with us, we generally behaved, keeping any lovemaking to the bedroom. At most, we’d kiss and cuddle, nothing that would shock Natalie. But after we’d taken her home, we’d generally take back the apartment as our own space.
It was the Thursday after that I arrived home and was almost leapt on by my small fiancee. I’d barely dropped my bag and walked in the door before I was being dragged to the bedroom. I couldn’t help chuckle as I’d figured she’d been horny, her messages throughout the day getting ever more explicit. She still sent the occasional selfie. Opening my phone to see a nude always made me smile, usually with a tagline suggesting she was horny and needed me to fuck her when I got home.
She practically tore off my clothes while I barely had to do a thing, as she was only wearing a vest and shorts, and it was obvious to my eyes she wasn’t wearing underwear. As soon as we were both naked, we were on the bed, Cindy smiling the entire time, even when I was kissing her. “Want to do something different?” she asked.
“What’s on your mind?”
“I want you to piss on me.” I definitely stared at her, utterly shocked by the request, before she burst into laughter. “Mark, your face right now is priceless.”
“They are words I never expected to hear from you. Um, are you…”
She kissed me before I could finish my question. “God no. I just wanted to see your reaction as, in my mind, it was making me giggle.”
“Can I admit to relief? I mean, I’m willing to try nearly anything but…”
She giggled again before cuddling me. “No, no, no, that sort of thing is for the bathroom only. Sorry, didn’t mean to surprise you like that. Bad joke.”
“Not a bad joke, sweetie. Just let me get my heartbeat under control. A little warning next time!”
We both chuckled as she cuddled into me. “What I do want is for you to use your tongue somewhere on my body. Somewhere on my lower back. Towards the bottom.”
“You know I enjoy doing that.”
“By I’m sure we can get into a position I can do it too.”
“I’m sure we can figure it out.”
We did, and it was a lot of fun, moaning and chuckling in unison, though it wasn’t any real surprise that Cindy ended up on her knees, begging me to keep going before I slid my cock inside her. She went so far as to spread her cheeks, exposing her little pink rosebud. Cindy always kept herself clean and fresh as, well, sometimes she just needed me inside her.
Lubing us both up, Cindy looked back at me as I slowly slid my cock inside her. Blue eyes lighting up with desire, her mouth slightly open as she released a low moan, her body pushing back against my cock as I sank it into her. Once our bodies were connected properly, I lifted her up and held her against my chest, thrusting slowly as I ran my hands up and down her body.
“That’s it, baby,” she murmured, “Horny all day at work.”
“Love coming home to a horny Cindy.”
“Nice and slow, Mark, and stroke my girlcock. I really need to cum.”
Thrusting slowly into her, enjoying the feeling of burying my cock in her tight little arse each time, I lubed my hand and stroked her off at the same time. She turned her head so she could kiss me, whimpering into my mouth every few seconds, only breaking the kiss when she needed to catch her breath. I couldn’t help gazing into her eyes. I could honestly say that, whenever she looked at me, I could see the love she felt, each and every time.
Feeling her pushing back against me again was a sign she wanted it faster, adding that she could feel her orgasm approaching. Kissing me hard, she whimpered more than once, breaking the kiss and begging for more. Fucking her harder now, I was surprised when she came without warning, a few good spurts erupting all over the bedsheets. Neither of us cared, Cindy kissing me again and again as I continued stroking her until I felt her start to go soft,
Lifting my hand by the wrist, she sucked my fingers clean before she leaned forward. Giving me the eyes that I knew well, I mounted her and, after kissing her cheek, whispering into her ear how much I loved her, I did what she wanted. Fucked her hard into the mattress and kept going until I came inside her. The smile on her face once my orgasm had finished had me chuckling.
“Just what I needed,” she murmured as I pulled out, lying on the bed next to her as she immediately cuddled into me, “My man just nailing me. Sometimes, that’s all I really want.”
We made dinner together after a quick shower, snuggling up on the couch to watch a movie once we’d cleaned up, then headed to bed to make love again before going to sleep. Just a normal Thursday, truth to be told.
The next four weeks until our wedding carried on as normal. Cindy calmed down as the nerves, to even her surprise, just seemed to disappear. She was serene, happy, confident in our relationship, and looking forward to our big day together. What made me smile is she never called it ‘her wedding’ or ‘her big day’. It was always ours, realising it was as much my day as it was hers. We’d been a team the entire way through organising, though to be honest, many of the minor things were what she wanted. I told her that, in the end, all I wanted to do is stand in front of our family and friends, telling the world that I wished to commit my life to hers.
Made her cry happy tears for saying that.
Natalie could barely contain her excitement the last fortnight she was with us before the wedding, bouncing off the walls alongside Cindy as they talked about everything that would and could happen on the day. As it was taking place in a park, we kept our fingers crossed for a sunny, warm day. The reception would be at my parents’ house, further reason for a good day. There’d be a few kids around, so the pool would see some action. We’d told all our guests to bring something to swim in if it was a particularly hot day.
Cindy would officially become her stepmother at the same time. Natalie sat us down and asked if Cindy wanted to be called a name. Though both of us said just calling her Cindy was fine, I know my daughter went looking to see if there was an honorific title she could use instead. If anything proved how much my daughter genuinely loved my soon to be wife, it was that.
“So I’ve done some research online, looking for a term for ‘mother’ that didn’t take away the significance of calling my mother ‘Mum’,” she explained the night before she’d return back to her mother.
“Have you found something?” I asked.
She smiled at both of us. “I think using an old language would probably be best, that way people won’t be confused. The internet certainly does provide a lot of examples, but I found one. It’s Latin.”
“Latin?” Cindy exclaimed, chuckling to herself.
“I obviously don’t understand any of it! Even my school crest has a Latin motto. We’re told what it means, and most students just think ‘Well, why not just put it in English?’ It’s just silly.”
“What word, munchkin?”
“Mater. I’ve also asked Caroline, and she liked the word Mati. What do you think, Cindy?”
She cried and held my daughter, both of them eventually chuckling and crying at the same time. “You’re far too precious for your own good,” Cindy whispered, “I’d be honoured to be called by that title.”
“When you have your own child, I think you’ll be a fantastic mother, mater.”
Cindy just sobbed with that thought. Got me going too, needing to wipe my cheeks as I watched the two women I loved the most cuddle, eventually joining them, the pair giggling again as they noticed my wet cheeks. “Is he going to still be ‘daddy’?”