Ambiramus Ch. 19

"Cindy tells me you're not really bothered," she said.

Shrugging, I admitted, "I can't really think of anything interesting and, to be honest, I doubt I'd have many guys to invite along."

"Who said it needs to only be guys?"

Meeting her eyes again, she smiled. "Something on your mind, Caroline?"

She continued stroking my thigh, leaning closer to my ear. "I'm thinking some of your girlfriends could take you out to a club and have a little fun."

"You know I don't do anything without Cindy present."

"I'll be there," Cindy stated, seeing her smiling at me as I glanced her way, "But the girls have been discussing it, and we think a last blowout before we get married would be a lot of fun. After that night, we'll do nothing with anyone else until after our wedding and honeymoon."

Raising my eyebrows, I asked, "But you'd like to have some fun after we're married?"

Smiling, she retorted, "Would you?"

"While I would, we'd have to talk about the marriage itself. Neither of us want an open marriage, correct?"

"Correct."

"But we'll occasionally have fun with our friends, whether they're single or with someone?"

"From what I read online, there are plenty of couples out there who enjoy things like swinging," Megan replied, "And there's nothing wrong with anything like that. If both agree and consent to it, then why should it be considered wrong? Same thing with open or poly relationships. People just react to things they don't understand or consider 'deviant'."

"Look at how some people still react to our issues," Caroline added, "But I'm glad you and Cindy are enjoying your life."

"Children will change things," Cindy admitted, "And I guess that won't just be for us."

"Have you two discuss it any further?" Megan asked softly, her eyes gazing into mine.

"As soon as Stephanie is carrying our child, Cindy and I will sit down with you two and come to an agreement," I replied, "But we're both in agreement that we'll help you have a child together."

Caroline hugged me tightly, and I could feel her shudders as she had a little cry. I knew how much it meant to her. Megan cuddled Cindy, thanking her more than once. Both knew that Stephanie was having difficulty falling pregnant, but she'd been to see doctor's and was given the all clear. Sometimes, it really was just a matter of luck.

The next two weeks were quieter as usual with Natalie living with us. Though she was still daddy's little girl, there was no missing how close she was to Cindy nowadays. I loved it when they'd go out shopping together, doing all the girly things she would usually have done with her mother while with her, and Cindy leapt at the chance to bond with my daughter even more.

We did have to rise early on a Saturday to take her to netball. I'd always gone along to support my child play sport, as much as I had when Greg had played rugby league when he was younger. He'd given up the sport at around fifteen, as he'd been injured too much for his own liking, and his mother did naturally worry about anything to do with head injuries. He now focused on cricket in the summer and just keeping fit in the winter.

The netball courts were all outside and exposed, so Cindy and I needed to wrap up warm as we'd sit on the edge of the court. I knew all the parents, as Natalie had played for the same side since she was around five years old, and the team hadn't changed all that much since then. The mothers and fathers all knew Cindy as my fiancée, and she was her usual friendly self, chatting away with everyone while keeping an eye on the game.

After the game was finished, win or lose, I'd always treat her to an ice cream before we'd quickly stop at home so she could shower, change, then head out for the afternoon. Being winter, we'd generally stick to activities that took place indoors. Being a girl, verging on being a young woman, she loved to go shopping. Even if she didn't buy anything, she was already at that age where she loved to browse. It was a reminder that my little girl was getting older. I dreaded the teenage years in a way, hoping our relationship wouldn't change too much.

I guess part of me always wanted my little girl to remain just that. That precocious little thing that never failed to put a smile on my face. Even during my darkest days during the divorce, when I was left feeling completely alone, she'd been the only person in the world to help me feel better. More than once, after she'd hugged me for a few minutes before going to bed, I'd almost felt it necessary to sit in the living room and try not to cry.

Treating my fiancée and daughter to dinner always earned a long hug of thanks once we were finished, driving us all back to the apartment. Natalie knew Cindy and I were hunting for a house, and had already promised that she would always have her own room in our new home. We'd also sat her down and explained that Cindy and I wanted a child, but because Cindy didn't have a womb and couldn't carry a child, her sister would be helping. Natalie was now old enough to understand everything, and was very excited when learning she might have another brother or sister soon.

"Shame I can't officially adopt her as my own," Cindy said softly as we lay in bed that night.

"I think part of her would love to give you some sort of honorific title," I replied, "I know things can be difficult for step-parents. Do you have any authority if she was living here? If you did, how much? Is it my decision to decide? Hers? I'm just glad she loves you as much in return."

"I consider what I'm doing with her training for when we have our own." She lifted her head, meeting my eyes. "I'll never treat your daughter differently..."

I kissed her before she could complete that thought. "Don't even think it because I know, sweetheart. Trust me, I see how close you two are."

With Natalie now fast asleep in her own room, Cindy and I made love. Watching her ride me, my hands caressing her body, she stroked her girlcock to a rather quick orgasm. She actually started to blush at how fast she'd cum, leaning down to kiss me, admitting that she'd found herself being turned on throughout the day, just looking at me sometimes got her motor running. I took that as quite the compliment.

Rolling her over, her legs ended up over my shoulders as I pounded her. Not too hard, trying to remain as quiet as possible, though my daughter was a rather heavy sleeper. Even when she was little, she'd easily sleep through thunderstorms. I fucked Cindy for a little while before I came as well, and that seemed to satisfy our desires that evening. Didn't always need a long night of lovemaking, though we did need a shower before returning to bed.

"Thought about what Caroline suggested last weekend? About going to a club together?"

"I'm keen if you are. I'm assuming it's a club frequented by trans folk?"

"Yes. It's not something advertised and you have to know where it is. It's rather private, but once you head inside, it's a really nice place to be. I'm thinking we make it a joint stag do / hen's night kind of thing, though I guess many of your friends might not want to come there."

"Probably not. And I'm guessing we'll be having fun?"

"Well, I sure hope so. And your sister can come along, if she wants. Stephanie won't as she doesn't want to be tempted."

"Your friends going to double-team my sister again?"

"Does that idea turn you on?"

"You're teasing."

"Of course I am! Considering you've spent time with my sister, and I've spent time with yours, and you've both seen each other naked more times than we can count now."

"It is weird seeing her as a sexual being, having spent most of my life just seeing her as my sister. Even after having children, I never saw my her any differently. I mean, I know she's had sex but there's a difference between being aware of it and actually seeing it. Add to that, I can objectively say my sister is gorgeous and that any man or woman who shared her bed and body is very lucky."

Cindy cuddled into me, her lips near my shoulder. "Sister fuckers," she giggled.

"We are. Me with yours, and I know Jane would like some fun with you again. If you're wondering, that doesn't bother me."

"I hope she's pregnant soon. By the time of our wedding. That would be wonderful."

"Fingers crossed, sweetheart. It will happen."

Natalie knew nearly all our friends, so whenever Alexa, Cass, Emma or Georgie visited, they were always very friendly with her, and she would happily talk to them about anything that came to her mind. She obviously wasn't completely aware of our private life, she was still a little too young for that, but had asked me once, "Daddy, do you have more girlfriends than just Cindy?"

I hated lying to my daughter, so just explained that our lifestyle was a little different sometimes, that some people didn't always understand, and that if we were still living it, and she asked, we would explain it when she was older. Or she'd learn enough herself to put two and two together. But during her time with us, none of our friends would stay the night. We generally didn't do anything except enjoy dinner and drinks together.

Returning her to her mother on the Saturday was always hard for Cindy and myself, and my daughter always hated it. She loved her mother but missed her father. Whenever she was with her mother, she'd call me nearly daily. I ensured she did the same for her mother when she was with me. Kids were resilient but the divorce had been difficult for all of us. But seeing her mother and myself now being friendly, having no problem sharing a hug and a kiss, still made her giggle.

As soon as we got home, Cindy and I needed to fuck. It was something we normally did after we'd dropped Natalie off at home. Once that front door was shut and locked, clothing was removed, lube was applied, and Cindy would often find herself lying back on the couch, bent over the table, or sometimes just on her knees on the floor, with my cock pounding her hard within seconds. It was always a hard, fast fuck, just getting some of it out of our systems, aware we had two weeks where we could return to fucking like rabbits.

We didn't even bother dressing for dinner, Cindy only wearing an apron, and I found her distracting as always. Wearing each other out over the course of a few hours, we were lying back in bed much later when she asked, "Given any thought to that night?"

"I have and I'm keen if you are."

"I definitely am. A last night we can really let loose, then we stop everything for a little while. I've told Alexa already. She's not too upset about it, aware it was likely going to happen. But considering her relationship with Cass, while she'll miss you, they're so close nowadays, she won't mind not having access to you for a while."

"Stephanie will be here from Tuesday night."

Pulling her tight to me, I kissed her forehead. "Maybe it's already happened and we just don't know?"

"I hope so. I love watching you two making love as I know what the outcome will be, and I'll never be able to thank her enough. And I know you'll give her a child of her own later, unless she does end up meeting someone."

"Difficult for her at the moment though. And Megan?"

"I'd love to be her child's godmother."

"I think there's a good chance that will happen. I think we'll update our wills. Anything happens to us, Megan and Caroline will adopt any children we have. Anything happens to them, all children will live with us."

"Imagine if we all lived together in one big house," she whispered.

"Well, I think the sex would sometimes be both phenomenal and kinky."

"Invite Alexa and Cass to move in with us! Think of how often you'd be fucked then. Alexa and Caroline would be lining up to fuck you every night. Cass would love to get her chance too."

I started to laugh. "Megan would probably buy a strap-on so she could join in by pegging me."

Cindy lifted herself up to meet my eyes. "Would you actually agree to that?"

"Sure, why not?"

She smiled, leaving a soft kiss on my cheeks. "I might just mention it to her then."

"And you, sweetheart?"

"Oh, I'll definitely join in, though I'm thinking you fuck me while they're fucking you. That's so hot, Mark. Even better if I was inside Megan, so there's four of us in a train. Damn, that's like something you'd see in a porno."

"Sometimes think I'm living in one at times. Beautiful women, big girlcocks, I sometimes fuck them, they sometimes fuck me. No jealousy, everyone just living their best life."

"Which is exactly how it should be," she whispered, "I love you, handsome."

"Love you too. See you in the morning."

"Make love before we get up?"

"Of course."

She snuggled into me. "Goodnight," she whispered, and like usual, she was asleep within a couple of minutes.