After The Divorce

As the eastern sky began to show the pink of the coming sunrise, we collapsed in a heap sweaty and cum covered. Exhausted, we slept until almost one that afternoon.

We must have tuned our body clocks to each other, waking at the same time; any observer could see we were sexually satisfied. Slowly we tried to rise from bed; however, our dried sweat and cum had us sealed to the sheets, we pealed ourselves free. Beth stood on shaky legs, slightly spread for balance. I looked at her body in admiration. Even well fucked, sweaty, and cum covered, she was beautiful to behold.

Holding my gaze on her, I couldn't help noticing a mess running down her legs. A mixture of our mutual cum leaked from her pussy and trailed down her legs. Beth shuddered with the experience and dragged me with her into the shower. Beth used the hand shower wand to direct a spray onto and into her pussy to wash away all the deposits made hours earlier. We showered and shampooed cum from our bodies and hair. We brushed our teeth; fixed our hair, picked up the clothes we discarded there last night, and made our way back to the bedroom to dress.

Beth had removed her necklace and now picked it up, handed it to me, "Carl, will you place this on me again? I love its luster and sheen." As when I first put it on her yesterday, I sealed the task with a loving kiss and tight embrace holding her butt and pulled her into me. "Oh, ouch! Carl, not today, my little girl is sore," we laughed as we dressed. Then we stripped the bed sheets and mattress pad since they had a certain unmistakable odor. They went directly into the wash.

I was on winter break until after New Year and Beth's research department was closed for the same period, letting us enjoy a long holiday. Since I am an adjunct, not full time, I am not invited to all the university holiday parties. Beth receives many invitations to many holiday events and we often attend. I know some of the people at her institution, as it is part of the same university system. We would attend her New Year celebration in a few days.

Finally, hunger overtook us; we needed to refuel from our night - and early morning - of passion. We made sandwiches of the left over rib roast, had a salad, and drank tomato juice. As we ate, my daughter came in from her night out. I wondered if she stayed in my place last night because I observed she wore the same very satisfied look Beth displayed. "Looks like you had a very satis -- factory night."

Not skipping a beat, my daughter said, "Looks like Beth was completely fulfilled, too."

Beth was feeling the same beat, "Fulfilled, more than once, and sore today."

"Okay, that's probably enough of the sex talk, I shouldn't have started it. Do you want a sandwich and salad with us?" My daughter busied herself making a lunch and sat with us.

My daughter ate quietly for a bit, although it looked like she had something to say to someone, Beth or me. Beth noticed as well, "Do you want me to leave so you can talk to your dad," Beth asked.

"No!" It was a command almost. "No Beth, stay. I love you like an older sister and I love dad like a dad. He loves you and you love him. We are all in this together. Let me just say that my boy friend gave me a Christmas present last night that I thanked him for, over and over, and over a couple more times. We love each other as you love each other. He asked me to marry him and I answered him, over and over."

"Tell him to come here, I presume he is in the house," I said. My daughter left for a couple minutes and came back with her new fianc‚e.

There were nervous introductions at first then he began relaxing as he realized Beth and he were close in age. It helped that my daughter introduced Beth in a sisterly way. My daughter offered him some lunch as they talked about wedding plans with us. They want to marry in summer, they said, and probably in some exotic place. They kept returning to American Samoa as their choice.

"It is part of the U.S., don't need a passport, don't have to worry about money exchanges, and it is an exotic location." My daughter did not really have a lot of rationale except that Samoa just sounds exotic.

Beth and I both began speaking at the same time, saying the same thing, "You have to make up your minds soon so we can make our travel plans."

My daughter's fiance spoke up now, "We don't want to go with the traditional bride's family putting out a ton of money, we just want to be married and later have a couple kids." The look in Beth's eyes told me she wanted the same thing. I made a simple acknowledgement by nodding my head yes. Neither my daughter nor her fiance picked up that silent communication; however, Beth's eyes began to tear up, she left the table saying, "I have to check the laundry."

"You two stay here, I better help with the load." I got up and followed Beth, finding her in the laundry room crying. "Beth, are you okay?" She turned and jumped into my arms.

"Really, you read my eyes, know I want to marry you, want kids with you?" She was crying hard into my shoulder while I rubbed her back holding her lovingly.

"I can't afford an engagement ring, but how about wearing an engagement necklace." Beth rubbed against me crying and with passion building. "Have you forgotten how sore you are?"

Beth smacked me for the last comment while saying she did not need an engagement ring. "How about summer in Samoa," I asked. A fresh new round of tears flooded her face as we kissed our commitment.

We returned to the kitchen finding my daughter and fiance in a loving embrace. They broke when they heard us. My daughter looked at Beth's red tear filled eyes with concern. "Beth, what the matter, is my engagement making you feel sad."

Beth did not answer or could not answer for the emotion she felt. I answered for her. "When you talked about kids, Beth gave me a look that said she wanted the same thing. You did not see the look or see me nod my head. She had to leave the table and I knew why. There will be a double wedding in Samoa."

My daughter began jumping around the room, her fiance, me, Beth and back, a couple times.

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Fin

We planned a July Fourth wedding in Samoa. After the wedding and July Fourth fire works, newly weds went to bed to consummate their marriage.

My daughter and Beth's menstrual cycle must have been close to the same because in April, nine months after our double wedding, my daughter gave me a grandson and Beth gave my daughter a step sister.