I made sure I didn’t cum too early. If I felt my orgasm approaching, I’d slow right down. Cindy realised and giggled, knowing she was going to be fucked for longer. Eventually turned her over onto her back, I had her legs over my shoulder, watching as she stroked herself again. Hands wrapped around her thighs, I watched her face as I picked up the tempo one last time, knowing I probably couldn’t stop my orgasm again.
“Please,” she whimpered.
“Please what, sweetie?”
“Please cum in me. I need to cum too.”
“Want to cum together?”
She smiled, replying, “Always, baby.”
We almost did. She came first and it was watching her shoot all over herself that made me cum inside her. I groaned so loudly, reception a long way downstairs probably heard me. Fairly sure there was applause from guests in rooms next to, above and below us. What we needed was another shower as we were both glistening with sweat.
Returning to bed afterwards, it was late, and we were now exhausted. Snuggling into my side, she kissed my cheek and whispered how much she loved me before stating her married name again. I knew she’d never get tired of hearing that, nor the fact she was now my wife. All I knew is that I’d made a commitment to the woman I loved and would do everything in my power to ensure we’d remain together until the day I died. I didn’t take my vows lightly and I knew Cindy felt the same.
The breakfast we shared the next morning downstairs was fantastic. Leaving the car downstairs in the parking garage, we spent the day relaxing around the city, enjoying lunch by the harbour, before we finally had enough and just wanted to get home. Driving home, her hand once again never left mine, dropping the car off and picking up my own, before we returned to our apartment.
I had to carry her over the threshold, much to her laughter, managing to kick the door shut before lowering her to her feet. Cuddling where we stood, she finally whispered, “First day of the rest of our lives.”
“And they’re all going to be good, Cindy. Or I’ll do my very best to ensure that.”
I knew I’d do my best to ensure that every day of our lives together would always be the same as our wedding day. Absolutely fantastic.
*****
Epilogue
“Daddy?”
Opening my eyes, I met the eyes of my son looking down at me, his older sister standing beside him. “Sorry, Daddy. I was looking after Emma and this little guy disappeared on me.”
Cindy had her head resting on my shoulder, giggling away. “Our little man likes to make his escape,” she said, “I’ll get up in a minute to make everyone breakfast, Natalie.”
“I can do it, mater. Sorry for bothering you two.”
“It’s no bother,” I assured her, “Can’t be lying around in bed all morning with two young children.”
Natalie kissed my cheek before leading her little brother out of our bedroom. Turning to Cindy, she kissed me softly, feeling my erection press into hers, hers poking me in returning. “Young children means spontaneous lovemaking so much more difficult,” she whispered, “I love you, husband.”
She’d said those words to me every morning and evening since we’d married six years before. “I love you, wife.”
“Say it again,” she whispered.
“I love you so much, wife.”
She kissed me hard, the sort of kiss that would have once led to some great morning sex and an orgasm each. Now we had two young children to care for. Getting out of bed, I threw on a t-shirt as Cindy put on her robe. Nothing like the sexy robes she’d once worn for me, a little more appropriate with kids in the house. Natalie had started on breakfast, Cindy helping her out as I focused on keeping our two children occupied.
“Are we going to see Stephanie and Nanny Laura today, Daddy?” Natalie asked.
“Yes, at lunchtime, sweetheart,” I replied, “Your mother, Caroline and your other two siblings should be coming around a little later too.”
Megan had fallen pregnant within a year after I’d married Cindy. No, I wasn’t the father to either child. Caroline was still capable of producing sperm, though this was only confirmed after a series of tests, ensuring she was fertile enough that a pregnancy would be possible. Caroline hadn’t given kids any thought until meeting Megan, taking one or two steps to ensure she could ‘father’ the children though she and Megan were both called ‘Mum’.
“Greg called me last night,” Natalie added, pleased to hear my oldest children were now the best of friends, “He’ll be joining us with his wife and two children.”
His wife was Emily, marrying her not long after both turned eighteen. She gave birth to their first child within a year of marriage. To say they were deeply in love with each other wasn’t an understatement. As for my oldest daughter, Natalie was still single, as far as I knew, and I barely heard about any boyfriends. I’d asked Megan, receiving a knowing smile in return.
I was left wondering if my daughter was interested in women but wasn’t sure how to approach her father about it. I’d asked the occasional question, Natalie giggling before hugging me, telling me that she was focused on her studies, and that the only man in her life was her daddy.
After we all showered and dressed for the day, I took Emma to netball with Natalie, my younger daughter loving to play the game her older sister had once spent years playing. Ever the supportive father, it was mostly mothers around me as we watched a gaggle of five-year-old girls barely listening to the instructions of their coach, Natalie giggling away, aware that she’d looked the same at Emma’s age.
Returning home, Emma needed a wash, showering with her older sister, who helped her get nice and clean, before we chose a gorgeous little dress for her to wear. Getting down on my knee, Emma cuddled me tightly. “Love you, Daddy,” she whispered in that soft little voice of hers. Natalie would join the hug and whisper the same words.
Even after all these years, it nearly brought me to tears. Having another little girl to dote on, Cindy just called me a lost cause.
Heading over to Laura’s house for lunch, Stephanie opened the door, carrying our daughter in her left arm. Kissing my cheek, I walked inside with my two youngest children, Laura appearing from the kitchen, immediately lowering herself as I released them. “Nanny!” they cried, Laura taking a child in each arm.
Stephanie cuddled me as I tickled our daughter. “How are you, Steph?”
“Wonderful as always.”
She was doing wonderfully well. A loving mother, a successful career, and… That’s when my sister wandered out of their bedroom, Stephanie handing me our daughter, before she shared a soft kiss with my sister.
Yes, together they had discovered their bisexuality and both families were delighted. A little strange my sister was intimate and in a relationship with Cindy’s, but they were happy together and no-one wanted to stop two people who clearly loved each other. Cindy looked on approvingly, wrapping her arm around my waist as she gave her niece plenty of attention.
Heading outside, making sure the children were in their swimwear and had things on their arms to ensure they didn’t drown, Cindy, Stephanie and Jane disrobed, Cindy looking fantastic in her bikini as always, Stephanie in a one-piece, my sister in a two-piece. The latter winked at me, smacking her bottom, before blowing me a kiss.
“I love how she just teases you nowadays,” Laura stated, laughing away, “I’ve always told her that I don’t blame her for all the feelings she had and probably still does have. You’re a good man, Mark. You married my youngest daughter, gave her a family, while also helping my other daughter with something she desired.”
“It was the right thing to do, Laura.”
Greg, Emily and their children arrived soon afterwards, with my parents following them rather quickly. The barbecue was quickly fired up, sharing a beer with my father as always, Greg now old enough to drink and join in with the old men conversation, mostly discussing the footy season that recently finished. As usual, the team we supported sucked all season and we didn’t make finals.
Our other friends were invited and were soon arriving. The two bozo’s I worked with arrived, immediately with beers in hand, hovering around the barbecue, full of bad advice when it came to cooking the meat. My father laughed along, shaking his head, calling the three of us blockheads. He wasn’t wrong.
Alexa and Cass arrived arm in arm, still showing off their newly minted wedding rings. No-one was surprised when their living arrangement turned into a full-blown love affair. Their wedding had been a fantastic affair. Cindy was the Maid of Honour for Alexa, while Stephanie and Jane were a bridesmaid for each of them. As for me, I walked Alexa down the aisle first, with Cass then walked down the aisle by Georgie’s father.
Alexa still loved to tease the hell out of me, but when everyone saw her with Cass, their eyes were now only for each other. It was beautiful to see.
Melanie and Georgie arrived, both having undergone gender reassignment surgery within the past couple of years. They were delighted to have gone through with the final transition. Melanie was now married to a delightful man, a divorcee with two kids who absolutely loved her. Georgie was engaged to be married, hoping to have a summer wedding within a matter of months.
Finally, Emma arrived with her girlfriend, a delightful young woman who was totally head over heels in love with her. She was an utter delight, full of life and joy, and we loved hosting Emma and her girlfriend for dinner at least once a month.
“Not a bad life, is it, mate?” Mike asked.