Sophia Continued Pt. 02

After a time, both girls fell asleep, and one by one I carried them through to their beds. Maria came with me to tuck them in. We went back to the living room where I sat down and Maria sat in my lap, sliding close with her arms around my neck. I slid my arm around her just beneath her breasts, feeling their full weight as they rested on my arm. She turned her face toward me, with her full lips close to mine. I bent forward putting my lips over hers and pressing against them. The feeling of soft warmth against my lips was wonderful, and then her mouth opened slightly while her tongue slid between my lips, gently, without any urgency.

I pulled away for a moment, looked at this wonderful woman and said "Maria, what I am going to say should be no surprise. I know that for romance it doesn't rate very highly and probably won't meet with the approval of the PDA. But believe me when I tell you that I regard any thought of a future without you in it as pretty bleak. Will you marry me, or, should I say, will you marry us, as we come as a package?"

Maria's answer was "Don that is just the most romantic thing I have ever heard. I would love to marry all of you just as soon as we can arrange it. Before we make any commitment, I want you to listen to what I have to say. I didn't want to say too much while the girls were up, but this is something I want you to know now, not find out later. I told you of those first four months after my divorce but I didn't tell you the whole story. I was 22 years old, divorced, a well known model, the world was at my feet and I could do anything I wanted! It was party time and I could sleep with whomever I wanted, and I did. I even got into some threesomes. I was always careful, always insisted on condoms. One morning I woke up, looked at myself in the mirror, and didn't like what I saw there. The party stopped right then and there. The trouble is that I have never been allowed to forget it. Every time that something good happens in my life, Joanne or one of her witch cronies shows up, especially when I am out with anyone, and makes some sneering reference to those four months. You had to know about it as I don't want you or the girls to hear any of it and not be able to deal with it."

I thought carefully, "Have you had sex or made love with anyone since we met?" Maria shook her head in the negative. "If we marry are you going to expect me to take part in any threesomes or swinging, or will you want me to share you with anyone else?"

Maria shook her head again, "Don, there is no chance of that. If we marry, I am yours alone for life. Look at me! I'm 30 years old, I've been married once and had other relationships. Never once in that time have I ever wished for a child not even when I was married to Richard. In fact I've done everything I could to prevent it. With you, I want your babies, as many as you want. I want them to grow inside me and I want to give you a second family. The tears ran down her face as she spoke.

"Then my question still stands. Will you Maria Jackson, marry Don, Megan, and Robin."

She smiled at me and said, "In a heartbeat my love, yes I will!"

I pulled her to me and kissed her. She pulled away from me a little and looked into my face. "Don, us getting married brings up another 'must' that maybe you won't like. There are two girls who even now feel a part of me. If we marry, I will become responsible for them just as you are. They also have a mother who loves them, and I can see that there are going to be times that I will need to talk to Barbara, either to get her advice or permission to do something with the girls. It will be much easier if I can do that as a friend or, at least, a neutral party rather than as an antagonist. Can you handle that?"

"Don't worry" I said, "if you feel that it is necessary, I can go along with it. I never thought I would ever say this, but I'm beginning to think that I can understand why Barbara did what she did. I still hate the fact that she did it, but I'm finding that I don't hate her as much as I thought. I hate my sisters more, as they pushed her into something just out of their feelings for me without caring what it would do to our family."

I kissed her again, and said, "Don't worry, I won't hold you to what the girls said, you are welcome to sleep in your own room."

Her answer was, "If you think after all this that you are going to get away from me tonight, then dream on Buster, tonight we become husband and wife." With that she took hold of my hand and gently pulled me towards my (our) master bedroom.

I said, "Before anything else, I need a shower." So, taking my robe, I went into the bathroom and stripped off. I turned the water on and stepped into the shower and, as the water drenched me, I heard the noise of the shower door closing. I turned and there stood a vision waiting for me. The resemblance to Sophia Loren didn't end with the clothes. Her breasts stood out proudly, with aureoles bigger around than silver dollars and deep reddish brown nipples that were begging to be fed upon.

Her body tapered down to a small waist and a lightly rounded stomach, continuing down to a well pronounced mound. Her downy pubic hair filled the space between the tops of her legs leading the eye down to the two puffy pink lips of her vagina, just begging to be stroked and opened up. As the water ran down her body, she looked fantastic. I took her in my arms, her breasts pushing into my chest, and an erection immediately followed.

My penis slid between her legs, touching the lips of her vagina and seeking its home. I turned her back against the wall of the shower, but she placed a finger on my lips and said "Let's get clean and take this to bed. There will be lots of time for sex in the shower and christening the other rooms, but right now I want you loving me, not lust. There is plenty of time for that. I want our first time together to be in our bed." We hurriedly soaped and rinsed each other, dried each other off and then hurried into the bedroom. We stood beside the bed, holding each other, and then I sat on the side of the bed and pulled her down beside me.

A thought struck me and I said "Maria, what about protection? I have never brought a woman back here before, I don't have any condoms. Are you on any kind of protection"?

Her answer was, "No, I'm not on the pill; I haven't needed protection for a while. I know I am clean, and I'm sure you are. I don't mind if you give me your baby. In fact, I hope you do. If the bride goes to the altar with a baby bump, she will be carrying it proudly. Let's get started on those boys!"

She lay back on the bed, and I settled alongside her on my side so that I could bend down and kiss her. I nuzzled my lips down her neck and chest until my lips were brushing one nipple and my fingers were teasing the other. Then I switched and felt the other nipple firm and erect. I slid my hand down her body and cupped her mound, feeling the dampness there. For a moment I thought Well, what does the book say to do next? Then I thought To hell with it, just do what come naturally.

Her left hand stroked my hard shaft and cupped my balls. I slid one finger between her lower lips and felt her body rising to take it deeper into her. I began sliding my kisses down her body, sliding a second finger between her lips as she became wetter.

My lips soon were brushing her pubic hairs, and I slid my tongue between her lower lips, soon finding her clitoral bump. As I licked it, she moaned, saying "Yes, lover, that's the spot, but I don't really need that, I need you in me, right now." I moved between her long legs, and her hand slid between our bodies, taking my manhood and guiding it between the lips of her vagina. She moved it across the lips a few times till it was coated with her juices, and, with a sigh, she guided me into her, shallowly at first then deeper. As I moved to and fro, Maria started pushing up to me, saying "Harder, harder," till she yelled, "Oh my god! I'm coming!"

I pushed in deeper, as far as I could go as she pushed up to me. I kept the movements slow and deliberate for a few minutes, but my need became too much for me to handle. Then things happened in a rush and I felt my semen empty out into her. I tried to lift off her, but she held me close and we continued deep kissing.

I felt Maria's hand reach down to my penis and she started gently sliding her hand up and down. I felt my body begin to respond to her movements and get harder. She whispered to me, "That got the rush away, this time just make slow passionate love to me." I did. I slid gently into her, and slowly moved back and forth, trying to hit all her nerve endings and hot spots until we both hit long slow orgasms and could do no more.

Maria stirred, looked up at me and said, "You know, there are three women in your life that didn't have a clue what they were dealing with. I do and am very happy to say you are mine, and I am yours for as long as you can put up with me." We were a long time settling down to sleep, and even then woke a couple of times, both times with me on my back and a beautiful body pressing me down nicely, her vagina within range of my swelling manhood. It was a short night for both of us.

Next morning I was treated to the sight of her wonderful face beside me, her breasts tucked in to my chest. Her eyes opened and gazed at me. "Good morning, lover" were her first words. "What would you like for breakfast?" My answer was, "I've got everything I want right here, I'm happy until lunch." Maria came back, "You may be satisfied, I certainly am, but just how much longer do you think those two terrors of ours are going to give us?" Her use of the word 'ours' thrilled me. A feeling of warmth flooded my body. Just then the door opened and two faces peeked around it.

We hastily pulled up the covers as they grinned at us, then ran across the room and jumped on the bed with us. We cuddled one each close, making sure there were no accidental views. That was much easier for me than for Maria. Then I asked them to let us get up and get breakfast started. Maria and I dressed in underwear and robes; she had to use one of mine to get to her clothes in the other room. In the meantime I chased the girls off downstairs to get the newspapers.

When I looked at the headlines, I got a total shock. Right across the front page, I saw the headline "Confessions of a Foolish Woman". Under the headline I read, " These articles over the next four days will detail the actions of a woman who describes herself as foolish at least, stupid at worst. She details how, by her own conduct, she destroyed a good marriage and how, at the end of the process she was even assisted by the court system to destroy her trusting husband."

"Barbara Gibbons, the former Mrs. Barbara Hendricks, has decided to tell the story of how she destroyed her marriage and the reputation of her former husband, and the way she was assisted in doing so by her ex-husband's siblings as wells as by the Justice system. Readers may recall the local television news last night that detailed the arrests of Ms. Gibbons, her two former sisters in law, her lawyer and her divorce judge on charges of conspiring to divert the causes of Justice in her divorce."

"Ms. Gibbons has decided to tell all to make sure that her former husband's reputation is restored as much as possible. In the following series of articles, she will be naming names of those she had affairs with. The publishers of this paper would be foolish to make these allegations without proof. The proof is that Ms. Gibbons has kept a series of journals detailing her affairs, how they started, on whose advice they started, whom they were with, and when. These journals are supported by receipts for a credit card in her own name, a personal bank account, and, in many cases, photos."

"As stated, Ms. Gibbon's purpose in releasing this story is not to make money, but to first of all remedy the wrong done to her family, and also to bring the entire affair into the public eye so that nothing can be swept under the rug in the charges related to the arrests. We at this paper have examined the evidence provided by Ms. Gibbons, and back it one hundred percent. Our lawyers have also commented that this information would be prime evidence in any lawsuit brought against any person or company involved in the case, and will be made available to Mr. Hendricks at the end of the publication of these articles. See the first of the articles on page 2 of the first section."

I passed the paper to Maria, who read it, whistled softly and then said, "Wow, she really meant it when she said she was going to be coming clean."

I replied, "Well, if what the article says is correct about the information, there are a lot of people who are going to be more than a little worried about what is coming out. The girls are going to be hurt by it, I'm sure."

Maria responded, "That is true, but it happened and it can't just be hidden away. The other kids in school are going to be reading the material and commenting on it to the girls. Let's face it, there is nothing crueler than a child who has an axe to grind. It would be far better that the girls know what is going on and are prepared to handle it."

We called the girls in and showed them the article. Maria said to them, "We aren't going to try to hide these articles from you. You are going to hear about them at school without a doubt, and you have to be prepared. You just have to remember that Barbara did these things when she was encouraged and pushed by others, and that she is trying to clear things up. Hopefully, when all this is over, we will be able to understand her more, and you will be able to handle it. Just try your best to take things easy, and we will see what happens."

To be continued