The minister’s partner got out of her chair, knelt in front of my mother-in-law, and placed both of her hands on my lover’s abdomen, bowing her head. Her husband knelt beside her and put his hand on her shoulder.
Pastor John bowed his head and prayed, “Almighty Father, we thank you for your love for each one of us. I ask you to bless this union, freely made in your sight. I pray that you would strengthen their love for one another. I pray that you would mend anything that might be broken – that you make Kelsey’s body whole. I ask you to give her the baby she desires. I know the child will be loved and I pray that it would personally know your love.”
When John and his wife reseated themselves, Kelsey was dabbing her sleeve at the torrent of tears that were trailing down both of her cheeks. John grabbed a box of Kleenex and handed it to Kasey.
He looked back to me once more.
“Did you take photos during the other set of vows?”
I nodded.
“Is there a picture of that event hung within public view in your home?”
I shook my head.
“That’s all I’m asking for here, discretion. Is that acceptable?”
I glanced at my lovers who both nodded to me; I nodded to him.
“That’s all I have. Do you have any questions for either of us?”
Both of my wives were shaking their heads no.
I stood and offered the minister my hand. When he took it, I said, “Thank you. You have no idea how much that meant to her.”
He glanced at his wife, who was looking at the carpeted floor, then back to me, and said, “You might be surprised.”
The woman stood and opened the door, and cooler air slipped into the room. We had too many bodies massed into a small space.
I shook his wife’s hand, and thanked her as well, as my wives and I left the office.
~~~
When we got outside, my mom was waiting. She saw my lover’s tears and raised her eyebrows at me. I said, “He asked Kelsey if he could pray for her.”
Mom took her by the hand and we walked to the car. We had gotten into the habit of riding together to church, now that we were neighbors.
When we got home, Kelsey went and washed her face. She didn’t have much mascara on – so that wasn’t a big deal. Once she was ready, we walked over to mom’s house for sandwiches and cards.
Mom didn’t ask about the prayer and we didn’t volunteer any details.
After a few games of cards, the three women started “The Proposal” – for the 4, 002nd time. I went to look for a cover for the couch, in the print that my wives had picked out.
~~~
That night, in bed, the three of us cuddled and kissed and cried. As I reached over to shut off the light, I saw the bottle of prenatal vitamins on the nightstand. I offered up another little prayer, pulled my lovers close, and fell asleep.
~~~ Monday ~~~
After class, Kasey and I ran to the store to grab some things that were on the shopping list. We were in the second aisle, getting a can of Rotel, when we spotted Carol (my ex-girlfriend).
“Fuck!” I thought. I was sure my hot, little wife was going to go ‘small dog syndrome’ all over her.
When we rounded the next turn, and came face-to-face with our former classmate, the two of them stopped to talk. I glanced over Kasey’s shoulder and picked a couple items that I knew were on the other side of the store. I headed off to go get them. I took my time. I also picked up a couple other things that I saw that I knew were on the list. Soon, I had one of those little baskets and it was most of the way full.
Carol and I saw each other as she headed for the check-out and she gave me a little wave. I went to find my little lap-dog. She seemed normal. I asked, cringing, what she and Carol had talked about.
“I told her that I had heard Bryce was on the rebound. He’s got a decent job. The rumor is he likes anal. I told her I thought he might be right up her alley.”
“What’d she say?”
“She said she was tired of sleeping alone. I told her that rebounds were usually easier, but cautious, and she should just treat him nice and see what came of it.”
I raised my eyebrows at her. I was pretty sure that was Mission: Impossible for Carol.
“She said she’d try,” Kasey said, noticing the doubt on my face.
“Why you bein’ all nice to her?” I asked.
She shrugged her shoulders and started marking things off of the list as I moved them from the basket to the cart.
As we rolled out to the car, I wondered why she’d had me park so far from everything – and back in a half-hidden corner of the lot. I was putting cold stuff in the insulated bags when I turned around to find one more bag in the cart – and my wife standing on the front of it, leaning forward, and her skirt pulled up over her gorgeous bare ass, right in front of me. I looked for a thong strap; there wasn’t one.
My gorgeous little cheerleader leaned forward a bit more – and her pink, wet labia peeked out from within her slender slit. The primality of a female that is in heat, baring its sex in front of its mate, had my sex-organ filling with life, my testicles churning with seed, and my olfactory glands testing the breeze to see if I could scent the receptive female.
Without further invitation, and heedless of anybody watching, I dropped my pants to the ground, hooked my fingers through the sides of the metal shopping-cart, and started fucking my wife’s tight little pussy onto my instantly-stiff rod. The louder she moaned, the faster I slammed the cart (and her cunt) at my groin. Soon, the seat was rattling, the wheels were squeaking, she was moaning, and I was grunting.