Carly

Her boss had become very bold in her quest for new sexual experiences and had pretty much abandoned the restaurant dance club for a club that catered to swingers. We went with them once but I was not comfortable when men made advances on Carly and she became furious when women made advances on me. We never went back.

I did not mention it to anyone but I was surprised to note that Dawn needed pussy more than Carly did. Strange world.

Carly and I became content with just being with each other. Many people thought we were married.

That gave me an idea.

Carly and I had been living together in my house for six months and we had just agreed that delaying the sale of her townhouse was silly. We both knew our relationship had no expiration date. Her townhouse had nothing left in it she wanted.

I lived in a rambling old house amid two acres that was thirty freeway miles south of the largest city in Texas. We both worked downtown and had the same hours. The HOV lanes made commuting easy enough and we explored restaurants each afternoon on our way home.

Carly was pretty helpless in the kitchen. Until we started living together her diet was take-out and frozen foods. She was a whiz with the microwave.

I liked exploring different restaurants and different cuisines and I soon had Carly hooked on that. We would return to some of our favorites often but at least twice a week we would go to a restaurant we had never tried before. Our metropolitan area had over five thousand restaurants so we were never going to be without a choice.

Saturday was date night. I took us to the theater district at least once a month for a play, musical, or concert. We went to an opera. We went to baseball games and rock concerts. At least once a month it was for dinner and dancing and fucking at our favorite place.

She asked me if I wanted to return to the swingers club. She spent a long time apologizing to me about the incident she caused. She thought she should have given me the opportunity to see what was available. She should have given me the opportunity to enjoy the groping. She said she had no right to stop me from anything.

I was just happy Carly had not broken that woman’s nose.

My answer was , “No.”

She devoured me.

Carly seldom had a pussy to eat. She did not appear to greatly miss them. She still had my permission to partake anytime we were together but she had only invited two women to our bed for her “in the middle” treats. She seemed to worry that the women may ask for my services too so it had been a while since the last threesome.

On Sunday afternoons we spent the day naked and fucked. It was a Sunday afternoon.

“Honey, my cousin Karen has asked me to be the maid of honor at her wedding. She said I would be the token lesbian in her entourage.”

Even though she said that with a giggle I was a bit upset over that. “Isn’t that an affront?”

“It would be for anyone but my family. Karen was the one that convinced me that no one in our families would care if I came out. She insisted that everyone would love me and be proud of me no matter what. She was right.

But it is not that big of a deal anyway, I have a lesbian aunt, two lesbian cousins and one gay cousin. Two of my aunts are definitely bisexual and at least two girl cousins are too. Hell, I suspect my sisters Andrea and Sue eat pussy on occasion. Anyway Karen knows I will not be her only lesbian brides maid anyway.”

“Then your answer should be yes even though you would be doing it under mostly false pretenses.”

“True. I wonder how scandalized they would be if they saw me right now.”

Right now was sitting across my hips with my cock buried in her pussy as she recovered from her umpteenth orgasm.

“Do you mind coming with me?”

“No, of course not. I will enjoy causing confusion among your family and friends.”

“Maybe I should warn them.”

“No, no. Wait until they ask. Then tell them I am a male escort you hired for the occasion.”

“That is preposterous, borderline outrageous. I’ll do it. This is going to be fun.”

“Baby, do you feel like practicing your blowjobs?”

Without a word Carly slid forward over my body leaving a trail of pussy juice over my chest until her pussy kissed my lips then she slid down to my thigh until her lips engulfed my cock. I loved the feel of her body sliding over mine. I also loved that it happened often.

She had told me during our first shower together that if she ever gave a cock a blowjob it would be mine that got it. She had been “practicing” doing so about once a week.

The only semen she had ever tasted was mine and all those occasions were from my kiss after we fucked and I had licked her pussy. Hers was the only cum filled pussy I had ever kissed. Amazingly I had done that on our very first morning together.

Carly did not like the taste of cum. Once she stopped me from kissing her after I had licked her recently cum filled pussy. So I stopped licking her cum filled pussy. She soon complained, as I had expected. The pussy lick gave her orgasms an exclamation point, a nice aftershock.

The third time she lay there with a pussy full of cum and no kiss I explained to her that the kiss was an important part of the experience for me and I would rather give up the treat than cut it short.

“Lick my pussy and kiss me,” she said.

Once she knew it was none or both she threw herself into the kiss. I do not like the taste of cum either and my licks seldom had more than a trace but the taste was definitely there. She also understood that it was part of her “blowjob practice.”

She loved sucking my dick but panicked when she thought I was about to cum in her mouth. I of course would never do that, as I knew that if it ever happened she would never put my cock in her mouth again. Thankfully she did trust me and “blowjob practice” had become a regular part of our lovemaking.

She had promised me that she would keep practicing and had set a goal of swallowing my cum at least once. Carly had assured me that it would probably take no more than five years.

In the meantime she sucked my dick until I was close then mount me and fuck me until my sperm filled her pussy. During her periods she would finish me with a handjob.

That afternoon she loved my cock as tenderly as a woman could love a cock. She had been at it for at least twenty minutes and I was coming close and told her so. She raised her head and said, “I love you,” and again slipped my dick between her lips. She was going to let me cum in her mouth.

Suddenly it was my turn to panic. Just before my first salvo I lifted her to me and kissed her lips as my cock erupted on her tummy, her pubic hair, and finally in her pussy.

After I was done she looked at me quizzically. “Why did you stop me?” she asked.

It took me a while to put my thoughts together and then it became clear to me.

“Because I love you,” I said.

It was the first time I had said that to her. She already knew I was in love with her of course but for men saying so out loud is a form of surrender and men are taught to never surrender.

Carly had told me she loved me many times and each time she did I had the urge to raise the white flag but fought it off. I knew it was a stupid thing to do each time I did it but that is what men do.

“I love you,” I said as I kissed her softly.

Carly buried her face in my shoulder and quietly sobbed for a few moments. I sat us up and carried her to the shower with my cock still buried in her pussy, an oft-repeated task. We cleaned up each other as usual but there was no play, no groping. What we needed was to just hold and touch each other.

We stepped out and after we dried off we changed the linens on our bed. We went to the kitchen and I brewed some coffee for us. She sat on my lap as we waited on the coffee. We kissed.

After we prepared our cups we sat face-to-face and just looked at each other in wonder. “Why did you stop me?” she asked again in a soft voice.

“Because I love you,” I repeated in a soft voice. “We already know you will not like it. I knew you were going to do it because you wanted me to know how much you love me. I stopped you because I wanted you to know how much I love you.”

Well damn, I had made her cry again. I felt helpless.

She suddenly lost her mind. She jumped on my lap and with a deep groan bit the hell out of my shoulder then shuddered and cried loudly as she tried to fuse our bodies into one. I just held her to me. After most of her emotional storm had passed I picked her up and walked us to my recliner in the living room and plopped us down, another very common event. We kissed at times but mostly we hugged, sometimes fiercely so.

“Where do you want to go on our honeymoon?” I asked.

“Are we getting married?” she asked somewhat incredulously.

“I though we already were. Sorry about that.”

I reached into the end table drawer and pulled out a small velvet bag. I took out a diamond engagement ring and slipped it on her finger. “So, where do you want to go on our honeymoon?”

She again bit my shoulder, tried to break my ribs with her embrace and almost reached my liver with her tongue. She started crying again.

Damn, I wished I would stop doing that to her. I held her to me until that emotional storm passed. Several times as she calmed she held out her hand and looked at her ring, kissed me with ferocity, then allow her sobs to overwhelm her again. Eventually she managed one word.

“Paris,” she said amid soft sobs as she kissed my tears from my cheek.

Carly and I had been living together for almost a year. We had become engaged a few weeks before and it was almost time for me to meet her family. Her cousin’s wedding was fast approaching.

Carly schooled me on her family tree. I had until the rehearsal dinner so I had time to put names and faces together.

Carly said, “My family is predominantly female and redhead. In fact if you see a redheaded woman in any of the three coastal towns we are scattered throughout they are probably MacDuff. Most are teachers with a smattering of lawyers and artists. Mom’s name is Martha and is one of five sisters; she is the oldest but never even hint you know that. She is a retired schoolteacher.

I am one of four sisters, the youngest one. Andrea, the oldest, owns a nightclub, she will likely be there. We will not mention our relief that her slime ball husband died in a plane crash.

Rhonda, my hero, is a lawyer and works in Washington but she loves Karen and said she would try to make it. Sue just moved back home and will be there, she just filed for divorce. Mom said she is now mostly gay. She is a teacher.

You know Allen (the king of the theater district), and met my cousins, Helen, (a teacher), and Clara, (a lawyer); the four of us are the only ones that live in The City. Rhonda has a townhouse here too but most of her time she is in D.C., which is why you have not met her yet.

I love all of my extended family dearly but of all my cousins I am closest to Karen, she is my age.”

Carly printed the family tree complete with pictures for me then told me that she would get them t-shirts with their names on it to help me out.

I had learned that Carly was a very organized sex maniac. In fact everything she did in her life had always been carefully planned, except for me. She blamed me for the sex maniac persona she did not possess before she met me.

I said, “You are welcome.”

I did assume that the name on shirts part was a joke.

I joined her at her seaside hometown of Felicity, Texas three days before the wedding. Felicity reminded me of Rockport or Port Aransas but it was only a little over one-hour drive from The City.

I had memorized her extensive family tree and had photos to go with the names so I managed well. However the fact that most of the women were small freckle-faced redheads had me consulting my cheat sheet at times. I eventually matched faces with tits and that helped.

Carly had an uncle who died before she was born, Allen’s dad. Two sons of Wendy had died as kids. Allen, Bobby, and James were the only guys among sixteen girl cousins and aunts. Bobby had always lived at least two hundred miles away so it was basically James and Allen against a horde of redheaded women. I felt their pain.

In her family her sister Andrea had more than her share of the breast allowance among the sisters. A similarly endowed sister of Karen confused me for a few moments until I saw that her breasts had been recently purchased. Her Aunt Wendy had magnificent tits.

Carly’s tits were the smallest of the cousin’s breasts but she already knew that I loved her tits and their size was of no concern.

We set our ruse in motion before the rehearsal dinner when Carly introduced me to Karen as her escort. Karen’s eyes widened and she gave me a kiss on the cheek.

She whispered, “Are you two dating?”

“Of course not. I am here just for appearances sake.”

Karen kissed my cheek again and said, “Right,” then gave Carly a ferocious hug and a kiss right on the lips.

Carly did not seem surprised by the kiss on the lips nor that Karen had immediately seen through our ruse.

Carly introduced me to the groom, Mike, as a mafia enforcer named Luigi and explained she had hired me to make sure he understood that Karen’s hurts would be his hurts.

Mike smiled and shook my hand while saying, “Likewise I’m sure,” as he smiled at Carly.

Either we were doing a bad job of acting or Karen had told him who I was, or rather what I was. It did occur to me that Carly and I probably should stop holding hands.

Before Carly got a chance to introduce me to her mother Martha the woman had me in a tight embrace. She eventually released me and embraced her daughter, then walked away while holding back tears.

Carly got frustrated and got everyone’s attention.

“I have an announcement to make. This man is a hired escort, no more. He is costing me a lot of money.”

Her aunt Wendy raised her hand and said to me, “I’ll give you a hundred dollars more than she is giving you.” She then turned to her boyfriend, Mike’s father, and said. “Honey, give me a hundred dollars.”

Carly and I gave up amid the laughter and we kissed, to a round of applause. Carly reached into her purse and handed me her engagement ring and I slid it onto her finger with another kiss. She had not worn it on her trips home of course, we had a ruse to pull. Unsuccessfully.

I felt guilty for stealing the bride and grooms spotlight but Karen was the happiest one at the turn of events. She kept her hug of Carly going for several minutes.

Carly did the obligatory walk around the room to show off her ring. I was glad I had chosen it that particular one, it looked like a ring I would have given her two hundred years before. Perhaps I had. It was elegant with a nice diamond flanked by four small emeralds. Sometimes when the light was just right the diamond would get an aura of green from the emeralds. Carly loved it.

Her very pregnant cousin Connie hugged and kissed Carly then said, “Big deal, I did it first,” then kissed her again. Carly explained as she hugged Connie, “I will be the second lesbian in the family to get married. These are her second and third kids she is carrying, girls of course,” Carly said as she rubbed Connie’s tummy.

“Her husband is the guy with the beard, Joe. We love him. Her brother Bobby is the one that looks like a movie star. Her virtual sister Teri is the prettiest woman in the room.

The small lady that seems to be everywhere at the same time is their Mother, Aunt Allison, She is gay and a troublemaker and I adore her. I wish she lived closer.”

Connie said, “No you don’t. She challenges normalcy.” The cousins laughed and agreed. I decided I needed to know Allison better.

Most of the attendees came by to wish us well and to relate to me something embarrassing in Carly’s past. After a few of those I pretended to take notes. Charlene seemed to have a whole closet full of those stories. Carly swatted her butt and told her to go away. The kiss they had shared told me a lot.

Her Aunt Wendy, her cousin Charlene and her friend Jana appeared to be of great importance to Carly so I made a mental note of that. Her reaction to Teri was odd and I took note of that too. Her love for Karen was palpable. At twenty-five they were the two youngest in the clan. They looked and acted like sisters.

Her cousin Allen came to us and swore he had not said anything to anyone. “But I did not have to,” he said. “As soon as you two walked in everyone knew, they could see the bond between you and your plan had no chance.”

Allen was the only member of her family that knew the extent of our relationship and had seen Carly wear her ring. We ran into him often on our Saturday night dates and we had spend nights at each other’s homes. Allen was gay but about an hour after meeting him that bit of information became irrelevant. We had become good friends.

The dinner arrived so we entered the dining area and found our seats. The evening proceeded down near normal lines until it was time for the speeches.

The father of the groom, Jim, thanked his son for giving him the perfect daughter. (Applause.) Then praised him for having the intelligence to eventually realize that the love of his life was right in front of him. Eventually. (Laughter.)

“I raise my glass to both of you,” he said. “I would wish you happiness but that would be redundant.” (Cheers.)

The mother of the bride, Maureen, (everyone called her Mo), then stood and asked the audience, “Raise your hand if you did not see this coming almost a year ago. Anyone?” Laughter spread around the room as not one hand was raised.

“The ladies know that men are very slow to understand the most important thing in life so Mike can be forgiven, but my daughter?

She knew.

I told her to just slap him around until he understood who she was, but nooo, she made all of us wait.”

Laughter and good-natured booing followed that remark. Karen pleaded for mercy.

“By the way, slapping him into awareness would be a good thing for another unnamed redhead to do.”

Everyone looked at Amanda. Her boyfriend blushed brilliantly.

“Karen, Mike, I could not be happier for you. In fact, I could not be happier for me. I love you.” Cheers and some tears followed her as she stepped to her daughter and kissed her then kissed Mike before returning to her seat.

Mike stood and thanked everyone for coming. He thanked Karen for waiting. “Have I mentioned that I am madly in love with her?” he asked.

A chorus of “Yes,” answered his question. After the chuckles and giggles died down he continued. “First of all I want to thank my Dad. Not just for the fine eight foot Boa constrictor he is giving us as a wedding present…..”

Gasps and horrified laughter interrupted him; Karen dropped her head in mock dismay.

“Not just that but he also paid for this evening’s fine meal.”

A smattering of applause and raised glasses to his father joined his thanks.

“Most of all I want to thank him for making me aware of who Karen was. He urged me to just hold her hand, just hold it. He knew that once I did I would never let go. He was right,” Mike said as he lifted his hand to show everyone her hand was in his.

“Thank you Dad, I love you.”

Applause and cheers followed as Mike gave Karen a long kiss. His father had a string of people gave him handshakes and pats on the back until Mo ran to him and gave him a serious kiss that lasted until her sister Wendy swatted her butt. It took a while for the guests to settle down but eventually it was the bride’s turn.

She tapped a glass with a knife and said, “I have an announcement to make. I am getting married.”

Her mother piped up and said, “It’s about freaking time.”

An effeminate male voice said, “Don’t do it honey. I know where there are a lot of sailors.” That urging had come from Allen. He had used his “queen” voice.

Big laughter followed Allen’s remark as Karen pretended to be considering his suggestion.

Karen continued, “Be that as it may I want to thank all of you for your attendance, it wasn’t compulsory you know.”

Her mother said, “It wasn’t?” as she pretended to get ready to leave.

“Oh, sorry. For you it was.”

“No it wasn’t,” her Aunt Allison said from her seat.

“Amen to that,” added Martha.

“Go ahead and go home,” it’s past your bedtime anyway,” Wendy said.

“Now girls, play nice,” Karen said in her best school teacher voice. Mo stuck her tongue out at her sisters and said to her daughter, “Go on honey.”

“Yes baby, ignore your Old Aunts,” Aunt Amanda said.

“Aunt Amanda is the youngest of the sisters and takes every opportunity to rub it in,” Carly whispered to me.

Karen resumed her speech after Amanda graciously accepted all four sisters’ middle finger regards.

“Thank you,” Karen said ignoring the rude gestures. “I would first like to thank Jungle Jim’s Pet Shop for providing tonight ‘s dinner. Don’t think about that too much.”

“Mikes father’s pet shop,” Carly explained amid the laughter.

“I would also like to thank my soon to be father-in-law for the charming reptile he gifted to us. We in fact brought him here tonight for you to meet but we do not seem to be able to find him.”

“Her,” Mike corrected.

Nervous laughter followed those remarks.