Carly
written by:
jjcole

Carly

byjjcole©

Carly had been my ex wife's divorce lawyer. She was my age or maybe a bit younger, fairly small, a green eyed redhead with freckles that she did not bother to bury under makeup. I liked freckles.

At our meeting when my lawyer presented her with all the evidence of my wife's peccadillo's she quickly convinced my ex that her best bet was to sign everything and disappear, that with any luck she would not end up in jail.

Before the day was over Carly had the signed papers and I was soon a single man.

Two weeks or so later Carly called me and asked me to go by her office so I could pick up some documents. Late on a Friday afternoon I visited her office and she handed me a large envelope that had been addressed to me in care of Carly.

It was from my ex.

I saw that Carly was exhausted and I asked, "Rough day?"

"Rough week ending on a very rough day."

"Sorry to have kept you after quitting time."

"No problem, nobody is waiting on me."

"In that case let me take you to dinner and I promise to buy as many drinks as you need to put it all behind."

Carly seemed ready to decline so I added, "Remember, I was the good guy."

She gave me a genuine smile and said, "Sure, why not."

I took her to a very fine Italian restaurant hidden away on a corner of Chinatown. She did not know it existed and was further confused by the fact that most of the staff was Asian, including the cooks. The aroma and the decor were definitely Italian and the food was terrific Italian food.

She did have a couple of glasses of wine but nowhere near enough to wash her week away.

She could not give me details of course but said she had been stuck representing people she would cross the street to avoid.

"Starting with my wife?" I asked her with a sympathetic smile.

She shook her head and wondered out loud what I had ever seen in her.

"She was beautiful, the model girlfriend, the sex was good. After we got married she went to illegal substances and to other men and to men with illegal stuff. The woman you represented was not the woman I married."

"You spent a lot of time and money trying to get her straight."

"Yes, I did not realize that she had no interest in going straight. When she started stealing from me I gave up. Has she paid you?"

"No."

"I will see to it that you get paid. Do you need another drink?"

"Maybe, but not here. I think I want a beer."

"I know the best place for beer."

As we went outside I hailed a cab.

"We drove here, right?" she asked.

"Yes, but we are not going far and the cab fare will be less than the parking."

She was delighted when the cab pulled up at the ballpark. I got us good seats on the club level and we had our beer and peanuts just before the first pitch. It was a good game with several amazing plays and one gigantic homer on each side. Our team won on a wild pitch.

We had a great time and held hands walking out of the park. There was no problem getting a cab.

As we walked to my car at the Italian restaurant lot she asked me if I had picked up the package from her office. I did not remember but a quick search of my car told us I had not.

"We need to go back to my office and I will need to get a cab home. I missed the last bus."

"You take a bus to work?"

"Yes, I do park and ride. It is cheaper and I am a panicky driver. Rush hour traffic eats this small town girl's lunch."

"Well since I was the reason you missed the last bus you don't need a cab home so let's just go by your office and pick up the package."

A few minutes later we had the package and were winding our way south.

Her home was in a large suburb about twenty five miles from downtown but the freeway traffic was moving easily that evening and I was soon stopping my car next to hers in the park and ride lot. I was about to get out my door so I could open hers but she placed her hand on my arm and said, "Wait a minute, please."

I settled back in my seat and looked at her; she looked embarrassed.

"I hate to admit it but I am very curious, I would like to see what your ex-wife sent you. It's just that I have some inkling of how her mind works. I will understand if you tell me it is not any of my business, it isn't. Sorry I asked."

This time it was my hand on her arm stopping her from opening the car door.

"Will you make me coffee?"

"Absolutely," she said with a big smile as she jumped out of my car and into hers.

I followed her for just under a mile until she pulled into the driveway of a nice looking townhouse. I parked next to her car then I fished the packet out of the floor on the passenger side. I noticed her shoes were there too and I picked them up.

I was going to also get her suit jacket from the back seat but then realized that overlooking it would give me a good excuse to see her again.

I put off answering the question as to why I wanted to see her again until later.

She was already preparing the coffee when I finally made it into her home.

"Cafe DuMond," she said as she quickly went down the hallway into a bedroom. "Make yourself at home."

I found a bathroom just off the living room and took a much-needed piss.

The coffee was ready by the time Carly joined me in the kitchen. She had changed to a t-shirt and shorts.

I had though she was braless when she took off her jacket at the restaurant but now I was positive she was braless because even though her breasts were small her nipples tented her t-shirt. That got my cocks attention.

She may have noticed.

As we sat at the kitchen table and drank our coffee we talked about her law firm and her career. She confirmed that she occupied the "low man on a totem pole" position in her firm, which is why she ended up with the crappy cases.

"Speaking of crappy cases..." she prompted me.

We went to the living room and sat on her sofa, I had placed the packet on her coffee table. She sat close to me as I unsealed it.

"It's probably a letter bomb or anthrax, I said."

"No, our mail room screens for that."

"What kind of lawyers do you work with?"

"The kind that get sent letter bombs and anthrax," she said.

"Photographs," I said as I dumped them on the table.

The picture on top showed my naked ex-wife sitting on a guy and had his cock in her pussy. She had a cock in each hand and she was smiling around a cock in her mouth.

I heard Carly's sharp intake of breath.

"She just wanted to be the one to get the last word in," I said to her.

I sat back and it became obvious to Carly that I was not going to bother looking at the other pictures. She looked at me and I saw that her curiosity was unabated so I nodded and she began to go through them.

They were more of the same; one with a cock in her pussy and a cock in her mouth, one showing a double penetration, a close-up that showed she had a mouthful of cum, and so on in the same vein, about twenty in all.

Carly stopped at the next to last one, it was of my ex licking a pussy.

"When your wife came to me I did not know what kind of person she was. She was beautiful, vivacious, sexy, and I was vulnerable, horny.

That is my pussy she is licking."

She let that statement hang for a while then uncovered the last picture. It appeared that to be of Carly licking pussy.

"Who took the pictures?" I asked.

"We did. We just held the camera away from us as we clicked. We used my camera which I had not noticed was missing until recently."

"Are there anymore pictures of the two of you?"

"No. We really did eat each other and we put the camera down right after those pictures. Sex with her was good, you were right about that.

She had invited me to keep her company on a photo shoot. I think this may be the photo shoot. Thankfully you and your lawyer brought me the private investigators file on her before then. I would have gone with her never suspecting what kind of photo session it was. Of course, my career is done anyway. Having sex with a client pretty much will send you searching for a job."

"I doubt it. I am sitting right next to you and I would not have guessed that was you licking pussy if you had not first admitted to having sex with her. There are no distinguishing marks, can't see your eyes. Can't even tell that the pussy licker is a redhead, the flash washed out the color. Even if she sent these to your boss there is no way for him to prove it was you."

"Her. I hope you are right. Do you suppose they are on the Internet?"

"Very likely. Again there is no way anyone would recognize your face. But let me ask you something a bit personal, how many would recognize your pussy. I ask because it is gorgeous."

Carly laughed and said "I can't believe you are hitting on me at a time like this."

I saw her eyes flick to my crotch and blush. She did have a gorgeous pussy and I now had an erection.

I just smiled at her until she eventually said, "OK, maybe six or seven different people have seen it up-close including your ex, mostly women. But in not one of those cases was there a spotlight or flash on me, except this one."

"Then you are safe. Call me if anything happens," I said when I stood up to leave.

"You don't want the pictures?" she asked after another quick glance at the tent in my slacks.

"No. You can use them in your scrapbook if you want."

"Funny!" She said as she stood and intertwined her fingers in mine.

"Thanks for giving me a good end to the day. And thanks for leaving the pictures. I did suspect those photos were in the package and that was why I was anxious to see them."

She walked me to the door as we held hands and gave me a fabulous hug and a deep kiss. I liked it so well that I gave her my best hug and a lover's kiss.

As that kiss ended she decided she wanted to try to outdo me and our kiss became intense and her hug fierce. Somewhere during that kiss my hands had traveled under her t-shirt and were caressing bare flesh. She moved her upper body back a little so my hands could fondle her tits. Her lean pressed my erection hard against her. She reached down and held my cock in a tight grip.

There was no way to stop that train.

With a groan she pulled me by my cock to her bedroom.

She undressed quickly and helped me undress. It all happened so fast that as I slid my cock into her pussy I wondered if we had left the front door open.

Her pussy was flooded with fluids but it was still very tight. I reminded myself that she was obviously mostly lesbian and there had probably been only a few cocks where mine was traveling.

I took it slowly and quickly transformed what started as a barely controlled fuck into lovemaking. I did not want to hurt her or give her discomfort since she obviously needed the sex as much as I did; I wanted her to have a very good experience.

I wanted to be invited to her bed again.

I again left answering the question "Why? until later.

I took short gentle strokes at first and worked my cock gently in and out until it hit bottom. Her immediate orgasm after that caught me by surprise so I left my cock deep in her as I kissed her through it.

She needed the kisses too.

I changed my plan of attack and kissed my way down her body making a long stop at her small tits. I found them to be very sensitive. She had large nipples that proved to be super sensitive; she had an orgasm from my tit play.

I resumed my journey stopping briefly to lick her belly button and to rub my face on her red pubic hair. I kissed her pussy then continued down a thigh about five inches, kissed my way back up the thigh, kissed her pussy and kissed my way down and up the other thigh.

By the time I kissed her pussy the third time desperation had started to creep into her body. I sensed that this was not the time to tease so I raised her clitoral hood with my thumb and scraped her clit with the flat my tongue. Her orgasm sent her body into spasms but I managed to keep my tongue on her clit until it was mostly through. I kissed her pussy and worked my way up her body.

As I kissed her lips she grabbed my cock and guided it into her. Penetration went much more smoothly that time and I decided it was my turn. I fucked her with ever increasing intensity and she responded with ever increasing intensity.

Her orgasms started long before mine was ready but I kept going and learned that when she was being lovingly fucked the time between her orgasms was just a few seconds.

She was on her third or sixth cum when mine arrived. All my pent up need flowed into her like Niagara Falls. I filled her to the point that my strokes were squirting the mixture of our fluids out. The sensation extended my cum and apparently hers too.

I was physically and sexually drained as I crawled off her body.

I waited until we had caught our breath then I got out of bed.

"Are you leaving?" she asked.

I detected more than a bit of disappointment and perhaps some hurt in her voice.

"No. I am worried that the front door is open."

"Oh gawd. I don't know."

From the living room I said, "It was open. I closed it and locked it."

As I stood at the bedroom doorway I said. "The coffee pot is still on. Do you want a cup? We are going to be up all night."

Her big smile told me she liked my plan and left the bed to join me. Half way into the kitchen she said "Oooh."

"What?"

"A lot of your cum just started oozing down my thigh. I better clean up."

"No, don't. Enjoy the feeling and the thought that what ran out will soon be replaced."

She laughed but did not leave me. We drank coffee, talked, and kissed.

"You must have been as horny as I was tonight," I said.

"At least. It has been a while. In fact there is a picture in the living room of my last sex."

I started to laugh and said; "Now that is strange. The last sex for both of us was with the same woman."

She almost choked on her coffee as she joined my laughter.

A few moments and kisses later I asked her why I had been given the opportunity to feast on her.

"Because from the beginning you treated me like a beautiful lady, which I am not, and never as the enemy, which I was. Tonight you were more concerned with my state of being than on what your ex sent you. You set out to change my mood and you did. Hell, I had not even noticed we were holding hands until you let go of it when I got in the cab at the ballpark.

I knew you saw more in me than just a pussy, that you cared.

I left my shoes and my jacket in your car hoping you would overlook them so you would have to see me again."

I confessed that, "I did see your jacket and left it in the car on purpose so I would have an excuse to see you again."

"That may be the nicest thing any man has ever said to me," she said with a kiss.

"When we were looking at the pictures your cock did not move until I got to the picture of my pussy.

There was little chance I was going to let you walk out the door."

"I have an indelicate question to ask. Are you on the pill?"

"Yes, not because I fuck around but because it makes my periods bearable. You did not just get me pregnant. I have not been with a man in years. Until an hour ago I was a lesbian."

Her hand had gone to my cock and by the time she finished her comments it was nicely erect. For the second time that evening she led me to her bed by my cock. This time it was woman on top.

Her orgasms were plentiful, they hit her less than ten minutes apart and sometimes she had two or three in a row. I can control my second cum much better than the first so she had ample time for orgasms.

Once while she was between cums I complimented and thanked her for making me feel like a hero with all her orgasms.

She said she had passed her personal best before we had finished our first session.

"I had never had an orgasm with a man until tonight, (thank you), and had not had more than two or three with a woman but once and that woman was your ex.

I don't do sixty-nines, I like to concentrate on what I am doing and on what is being done to me," she said.

"With a woman the orgasms stop when it is your turn to eat pussy".

My cock jumped in her pussy when she said that. She commented that I must be a fan of lesbian love.

I said that it was one of the few things that my ex taught me to appreciate.

"She ate pussy for you?" she asked as she resumed our fuck.

"Yes. When she had a job she brought co-workers home and made sure I caught them in the middle of sex. Most of her conquests enjoyed having an audience and I enjoyed watching their lovemaking."

"Did you join in?"

"Only in that sometimes I would fuck my wife as she ate pussy."

Carly had another orgasm; it was more intense than most.

"I see that is a fantasy of yours."

"Yes, but until now I was the girl getting her pussy licked. Now I want to be in the middle."

I quickly rolled her over on her back and started fucking her hard. As I plowed away she had one long orgasm that peaked as I again filled her pussy with my cum.

Exhausted I slid to one side of her and found the covers. I covered us up, turned off the lamp and cuddled to her. Strangely enough I heard her sob as I hugged her to me.

I had slept about four hours when I felt her on my chest. She was rubbing her pussy from my nipples to my pubic hair leaving a trail of pussy juice on my body. She was masturbating with my body.

I circled her ass with my arms and brought her pussy to my mouth. She was apparently very close to an orgasm because it hit less than ten seconds after my mouth covered her pussy. Less than a minute later she was sound asleep in my arms.

I had no idea what time it was when I awoke, only that there was bright daylight, I was on my stomach and Carly was rubbing her naked body on my back and ass.

She was the first woman to rub her nude body on mine and I really, really loved it.

"Good morning. Breakfast is almost ready," she said as she kissed my neck.

"I can tell, " I said as I quickly rolled her onto her back.

Her mild protestations ended quickly as my lips clamped on her clit.

It took me less than three minutes to set her off and before her orgasm ended I rammed my cock into her. Carly's next orgasm started before the first one was through which was good because I lasted less than three minutes myself.

"Animal!" she said as she held me in place with her arms and legs.

I slowly extricated myself but before I got out of bed I did something I had never done before, I kissed her cum filled pussy.

She shuddered and moaned.

"Sheesh you're easy, I told her.

I got whomped with a pillow so I quickly retreated to the bathroom.

"You can use my toothbrush," she said as she walked into the bathroom and caressed my ass as I pissed. She turned on the shower and stepped in.

I quickly brushed my teeth then walked into the shower with her. I think we surprised each other in that we managed to get clean with minimal hanky-panky.

Well, not so minimal, I kissed her from the back of her thighs, to her ass and up to her neck as she washed her hair.

Her orgasm as I circled her puckered rose with the tip of my tongue, (another first for both of us), made her get shampoo in her eyes.

After she flushed them with water I licked them. She could not decide if that was gross or sexy so I did it again. She decided it was gross so I did it again and had my ass slapped hard for my efforts.

Carly washed my cock carefully and did something she had never done; she put a cock in her mouth. She kissed and licked it and sucked it a little but took it out when she felt it begin to pulse.

As she kissed me she said, "If I ever give a cock a blowjob yours is the cock that will get it."

We kissed and caressed but eventually left the shower.

We ate breakfast naked, microwaved biscuit and sausage,and microwaved home fries, which indicated to me that she might have limited culinary skills.

Her hand strayed to my cock often while my hand seemed to have a tit in it most of the time.

"When do you need to go to work?"

"Soon. How did you know I needed to go to work?"

"You are the most junior. Will you feel like a symphony concert and Vietnamese food tonight?'

I loved that smile

"Yes, but bring a change of clothes and your own toothbrush. It is going to be obvious to my neighbors something is going on when they see you walk out wearing a suit. You are my first male visitor here and that will confuse the neighbors as it is."

We cleaned up the dishes and went to the bedroom to dress. The bed looked like a sex war zone.

"You made a mess," I said as I pointed to the bed.

"We made a mess together, smarty. Don't worry. I have plenty of sheets."

As she dressed in a very nice sundress I noticed that she did not wear a bra and I asked her if she ever did.

"With some blouses and some dresses I do but as you noticed I do not need to wear one, I have no tits."

"Then what are those things on your chest that I have been playing with that give you orgasms?"

"I want to thank you for that. You were the first to adore them. They told me to tell you that anytime you want them they are yours."

Just before we stepped out the front door we gave each other our cell phones and programmed our numbers in.

We made sure the neighbors got the right impression when we shared a deep kiss on her driveway before getting into our cars.

Apparently our Friday night had not been a one-night stand.

I was OK with that.

It was two on a Saturday afternoon and I was replaying my previous night and morning with Carly in my mind. I was absentmindedly playing with my dick when my cell phone rang. It was Carly.

I answered her call and she said, "I need you to come to my house early. You need to fuck me before we go out tonight and I need to tell you about my confrontation with my boss over your ex's photos. Bring your clothes for tonight and tomorrow. Hurry. Bye."

Good news, (hurry up and fuck her), bad news, (confrontation with boss)? Why would a confrontation with her boss make her horny?

I threw together a toiletries bag and a gym bag with underwear and socks and the next day's clothes. I grabbed the hangers with my clothes for our concert that night and in less than twenty minutes I was on my way to Carly's.

She greeted me at the door wearing only a t-shirt. She helped me put my stuff away then removed her shirt and jumped into bed. It took me ten seconds to get as naked as she was and jump into bed with her. We lay on our sides and kissed as she draped a leg over my hip and urged my cock into her pussy. As soon as she was satisfied we were fully coupled she allowed herself a deep sigh.

'You wont believe how much I have wanted you in me all day. I am stunned by that fact myself; it is a weird thing for a lesbian to want. There have been just two cocks in me before, the first was at a graduation party from high school and the second was at the graduation party from the university. Neither was memorable except for some pain and discomfort and they convinced me that all men are selfish pigs.

Your cock is bigger than the others but you made sure I did not hurt and made sure I had an orgasm. I I hope you will not tire of me too soon, I love making love with you."

She gave me a soft kiss and said, "Thank you; you can fuck me now."

I rolled her onto her back and fucked her with slow, deliberate strokes as I rained kisses on her. Just as she was about to cum I stopped and kissed her softly until her breathing returned to normal then I resumed my slow fuck. I wanted a monumental orgasm from Carly. I wanted her at the edge of the cliff until she could fly.

I put off answering the question as to why that was so important to me.

It took about thirty minutes but I had her gasping for air as she tried to fuck me harder from under my body. I stopped completely until I felt her level of frustration reach a peak then fucked her hard and fast. Her orgasm was spectacular. Her body went into spasms as she screamed louder than such a small woman seemed capable of doing. She squirted.

It took her about five minutes to recover and I resumed fucking her slowly, gently. She groaned and told me she couldn't handle another orgasm. She wanted me to cum in her, now!

I stopped, kissed her deeply, and without taking another stroke filled her pussy with my cum. I felt her pussy grab my cock as she plunged into another orgasm. She may have squirted again.

I rolled us to our sides and held her close as she started to softly sob. Soon she was asleep.

I was still kissing her softly when she awoke about ten minutes later. She beat my chest with her small fists then hugged me with surprising strength. I kept kissing her softly.

"We need to change the sheets," she said.

"We need to buy a new mattress, " I said.

She giggled and said, "I did not know I could do that, squirt. I am glad you were not completely grossed out but I am more than a little embarrassed. You need to promise me you wont take me there again."

"Sorry, no deal. I am very impressed with myself over it, that and the scream. I hope your bedroom has good sound insulation."

"I screamed?"

"Just a bit louder than a jet fighter."

She buried her face in my neck and sighed. We kissed and caressed until my cock made its involuntary exit from her pussy.

""OK, tell me what happened at work," I asked.

"I got promoted three floors. They were proud of the way I handled a very volatile position for the firm. My immediate boss Dawn was promoted too but we are now equals in the hierarchy. She is now in administration and I am now working corporate law which is my specialty.

I may need to let my old boss seduce me, I know she wants me. We may be able to fulfill our threesome wish."

"I am looking forward to the time you coax her into helping fulfill your fantasy. You may promise her I will not touch her."

"I would not be upset if you fucked her. No, really"

I had given her a "Yeah, right" look. It seemed obvious to me that she would not stop me but would be hurt by it.

"And I would not be upset if when it came to be her turn to fulfill the fantasy her husband fucked you," I said as I returned her lie.

"The only cock I will ever want is the one that's in my pussy now and that is only because it is attached to you."

We were not twenty-four hours into our relationship and we had already promised to be faithful, with the one exception just for her, Dawn, her ex boss.

We skipped the third shower of the day and enjoyed our Saturday night date. When we returned to her home we discovered that her bed was still wet so I grabbed my toiletries bag, threw her toothbrush in it and drove us to my house.

"What am I going to do for clothes tomorrow?" she asked.

"We will not be wearing clothes tomorrow."

"Oh."

When I took her home Sunday night we discovered that her mattress had acquired an unpleasant odor. I told her to get what she needed for work for a couple of days and follow me home, that she needed time to give her next mattress purchase consideration.

She agreed and took home what she thought she needed. That night we valiantly tried for one last fuck but fell asleep before it could be accomplished. Having her fall asleep in my arms was more than enough of a consolation prize.

The next morning we carpooled to work and we learned that taking the HOV lane was much less nerve wracking than the freeway lanes. Her downtown office was just two blocks from mine.

The only problem with our new morning routine was that our goodbye kisses in the underground garage tended to get out of hand.

Two weeks later Carly had most of her stuff in my house and we still had not shopped for a mattress.

Carly's sexual tension problem with her boss was partially solved the following weekend after we went out on a double date with Dawn and her husband. We celebrated their promotion with an unusual foursome; it involved two women and one man at a time.

Dawn's husband Dave and I were relieved to see that our women were safe from each other. We in fact loved being in bed with our respective ladies as the woman being fucked ate their pussy. We had helped things along with kisses and tit nibbles.

One of their colleagues named Lupe told Dawn and Carly about a nice place for dining and dancing, Dawn suggested we give the place a try. After dinner and a couple of dances the ladies insisted we go out to the balcony.

They led us to a very dark section of the area, sat on the low wall bordering a planter, bared their naked pussies and told us to fuck them. Dave appeared to be a bit reluctant but saw that Dawn was super-horny so he quickly followed instructions.

Carly and I were already in mid-fuck.

The place became one of our favorite Saturday nightspots that evening.

Carly's appetite for pussy diminished as her dependency on my cock increased. We did continue to go dining and dancing at our favorite place but all of her trips to the balcony were for the express purpose of fucking me. We became voyeurs and we would often stay out there to watch others fuck and eat pussy. When invited to do so Carly did briefly lick and kiss pussy but that was rare.

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.

"I would certainly like to thank my bridesmaids for keeping my mother and her coven, er, sisters from killing each other these last few weeks. But Carly honey, telling us that you could make it look like an accident didn't help."

Big laughs for that.

After the room quieted down Karen looked at Mike's father and said, "Dad, I want to thank you for Mike, for loving him and guiding him to become the man he is, the man that I love.

(Applause for Mike's father). He seemed to be holding back tears. I later learned that it had been the first time Karen had called him Dad.

"Mom, I should have listened to you. I know that I say it way too often but I also know how much you love to hear it. You knew it was Mike before I knew it. Heck, most of you knew it was Mike before I did. I guess I will always prefer to discover things on my own. Mom, thanks for telling me where to look. I love you."

Cheers for Karen's mother.

Aunt Martha, Aunt Allison, Aunt Wendy, Aunt Amanda, Mom. Thanks for everything. It is going to be the event of the season, however it turns out.

Carly, Clara, Rhonda, it is nice all of you are here in case anyone needs legal representation."

There was an ominous stirring among the ladies.

"In conclusion,..."

"It's about time," shouted Martha.

"Quiet you old witch," followed from Amanda.

"Look whose calling somebody a witch, you witch," from Wendy.

"Can't we all just get along? asked Allison sarcastically.

Maureen just stood and gave her sisters the finger.

"You better duck out," Carly said to me as the bickering between the sisters escalated.

Suddenly, from out of nowhere, all the ladies produced small cream pies and they were soon flying through the air. Carly got her mother on her breasts and gracefully dodged a missile form her Aunt Wendy only to get a perfect face shot from Karen. I joined the rest of the men in slinking out of the room and we made it out unscathed except for Allen who got hit squarely in the butt with a missile.

"Well, now everyone will believe me when I say I have a sweet butt," he quipped.

We laughed our way to the bar. I got better acquainted with every one of the guys and decided I liked them all. James and I cleared most of the cream pie off Allen's butt and as thanks he promised to lick whatever flavor pie was on our ass when needed. James gave him a swat with the towel amid the laughter.

Someone asked Jason, the last to join the family and a professional photographer, why he was not in there taking pictures.

He laughed and asked, "Would you go in there?" After we all confessed we were too cowardly for that he added, "James and I set up cameras that are taking pictures every thirty seconds. We will have ample blackmail opportunities from this."

We thanked them profusely.

Bob, Charlene's husband, asked, "Where is Mike?"

Jim answered, "Under the table, he is Karen's ammo belt. Most of the ladies have about ten pies. Karen has about twenty-five. She figured that since she is the bride she was entitled. I just hope the ladies don't discover him."

A few minutes and a lot of laughs later we saw a snowman walk towards the bar. Mike had been discovered and had paid dearly for it. He had cream pie all over him. The bartender threw him a towel as we all rocked with laughter. His Dad handed him a beer and said, "You're not getting in my car."

"What's going on in there now Mike?" I asked.

"They are in the hugs and kisses part of the evening. Aunt Wendy is passing out towels and Carly is passing out "Great Pie War Survivor " t-shirts. They should be out soon."

Sure enough a wall of laughter approached us and we were amazed to see that they were all nearly presentable. They were wearing their special t-shirts so we could not see the damage to their clothing and their faces and arms looked clean. Their hair however bore witness that they had been in a war. As promised Carly had each ladies name printed on the back of their shirts for me although by then it was pretty much unnecessary.

As they got closer I saw the anomaly but it was too late for me to say anything other than, "Oh oh." Every lady that had a man waiting for her at the bar had an arm behind her back. Before we could move we were all plastered on our crotch with a pie.

Evil giggling flew out of the door as they all ran outside. I gave chase and caught Carly just as she was opening the door to the car. She squealed and I heard scattered squeals all around us. I kissed her and told her she was going to get a spanking then sat on the car seat with my feet on the ground. I draped her over my knees; saw that we could not be seen by others so I flipped up her dress. Her ass and pussy were covered in cream pie. The war had gotten very personal.

I changed my mind on her punishment and stood. I coaxed Carly into leaning over the car seat with her feet on the ground and I started licking the pie off her ass and pussy. She had two orgasms before I had half of it licked off.

I got impatient and pulled out my cock. After again checking for witnesses I shoved my cock into her very slick pussy and fucked her hard and fast.

Her orgasmic moan was not the first or loudest but it was good enough for me to shoot my own cream into her. I turned her over and picked her up, kissing her passionately. I lifted her higher and slid my still hard cock into her pussy. She wrapped her arms and legs around me as we kissed some more.

"I can see Aunt Wendy giving Jim a blowjob from up here," she said. "She is scraping pie from his crotch and smearing it on his dick then licking it off.

"Nice lady. Who was the one with the real loud orgasm?"

"That would be Lucy with her new husband, James, a light year improvement to her first one. He is Charlene's brother. You will like him."

"I met him during the war. He and Allen act like brothers, good guy. Wickedly strange sense of humor."

"If you keep spreading cream into my ass you will have to lick it out."

"That is the plan. What the hell was that?"

"That would be my sister Rhonda, the moan came from her car. Mom is very much hoping she and Jack get married and she moves back to Texas".

"Since she plastered Jack with a pie my guess would be that is a done deal," I said.

We listened to the orgasmic moans scattered around the parking area and kissed for a while. Another loud moan got our attention and as we debated whose moan it was my cock slid out of her pussy.

"Put that back!"

"Sorry. It needs a nap."

"Take us back to our room. I know how to wake it up."

As we made it out of the parking lot we saw a few vehicles bouncing and at least two instances of legs pushing the roof over the back seat of cars.

Carly said, "That last one was the bartender with a tattoo over her boob. I recognized the shoes. She is with another girl, probably Helen."

"What makes you think so?"

"She hit on Helen hard. She is not Helen's type but then you were definitely not my type and look where it got me," she said as she admired her engagement ring.

"Sorry. I will try to make it up to you."

Our headlights shone briefly on her Aunt Amanda, Helen's mother. Her head was touching the car roof and a man's head was about where her tits would be.

Carly said, "That looks like a done deal too. I am happy for all of them but I wonder how it is going to work. I am sure Rick and Helen fucked when she stayed with him for two weeks. They are each other's best friends.

I am also sure Aunt Amanda had fucked him before then when she separated from "The Wall." That's what everybody called him because talking to him gave the same results.

Rick is closer to Amanda's age than to Helens and he does seem to be in love with her which would be nice since I know Aunt Amanda is in love with him. He did take her to Playa del Carmen for a week this summer. James and Charlene like him."

We did not have to wait too long to find out about that particular relationship. Rick had asked Amanda to marry him that night and three weeks later they went to Las Vegas and did just that. All of her sisters as well as her children managed to make it to the wedding. Helen was the maid of honor and the best man.

As we drove towards our hotel Carly's hand went to my crotch and she scooped some of the cream pie off me. She slurped it off her fingers then said, "You know, blowjob practice could be improved with a little whip cream."

"There will be an industrial size container for you when you get home. I love you."

"I know. You are insane. And I am going to take full advantage of that. By the way, everybody was pestering me about our wedding date. Any ideas?"

"Thanksgiving."

Carly was silent so I took a look at her. I saw a tear fall down her cheek, she was quietly sobbing.

"Baby?"

"I love you so much."

I drove us to our hotel room where I spent a long time licking every bit of the cream pie from every inch of her body. Her chest was covered with it; Charlene had inserted a pie down her dress then mashed it in. Carly figured that Bob was licking the pie off his wife's butt about then too. Carly had lifted Charlene's dress and pressed a pie right on her bare ass.

"Who got your ass?"

"Jana did. Just as I was plastering her sister Lucy's boobs."

"Was there a winner?"

"Karen but she cheated so she is disqualified. What was most amazing was that both Connie and Andrea came out of it clean especially when you consider they were the two biggest targets. I think that would make them the winners. We were very happy to see Andrea laughing. It has been a though year for her.

By the way, Mom had reserved a pie for your butt but Aunt Allison took it away from her and pulled the top of Mom's dress down and plastered her tits."

"I owe your Aunt Allison it appears. Who got Allen?"

"I did," Carly said with a proud smile.

We were naked by then and my cock was beginning to stir so I took us to the shower. I did a very thorough cleaning job on Carly's body even occasionally using soap and water.

My cock was in her before we exited the bathroom and had her astride my body on the bed in seconds. Carly fucked me with a great need that matched my own. We did not last long. After some kisses and caresses Carly sat up and smiled.

She said, "Honey, I will understand if you want to stay away from my family. I know we did not present ourselves in the best of light."

"Well, I was appalled, shocked and appalled," I replied. "I have never witnessed such a lack of decorum in my life. I think we need to go visit your Mom at least every other weekend to see if we can instill some manners and also check for hidden pies."

Carly already knew I loved her family. I saw that they all loved each other fiercely and that included the husbands, boyfriends, girlfriends, and close friends. They were all family. It was pure unconditional love. I wanted in.

I added, "We need to get Aunt Wendy to help us scout locations for the rehearsal dinner, for our wedding, and the reception. I did mean this Thanksgiving in case you wondered."

"You know, there has been a wedding in our extended family every Thanksgiving for four years in a row. Last year it was James and Lucy. Just last weekend the girls were trying to guess whose wedding it would be this Thanksgiving. I am overjoyed you told me it would be ours. Sorry for the tears but by now you know they are just my love for you flooding out. I love you."

I kissed Carly and told her that I was glad we were perpetuating a new tradition.

As we waited on my dick to recover she continued "Mom and my aunts really are a well-oiled machine when it comes to weddings and people we do not know keep asking them to do theirs. They only do family and very favorite people. Ours will be their third this year.

I have already recruited Karen as my maid of honor and I will apparently have more than enough volunteers to be bridesmaids. Any idea on your best man?"

"Probably Allen."

"Really?"

"Really."

"He was the best man at James' wedding but that was expected. Being your best man will please the family enormously. Thank you."

"No thanks needed. He is now my best friend anyway."

"I love you."

Before my cock was completely ready Carly began to fuck me vigorously and was suddenly in the midst of her best orgasm of the evening. Just as hers was waning mine arrived. She loved it when that happened. She slowly collapsed to my side and we cuddled. We rested.

A dozen kisses later I said to Carly that all I would need for our wedding was to be told when and where to show up and how much the rehearsal dinner was going to cost me.

I added, "I do insist that there will be no pie fights at the rehearsal dinner."

"No?"

"No, it's been done. Water pistols would be OK."

"Thank you honey but that was done at James and Lucy's rehearsal dinner."

"Nerf ball guns?"

"Maggie and Jason."

"Silly string?"

I loved her smile.

Epilogue:

Two weeks before their wedding Carly and Jimmy got cold feet. Carly went home to Felicity and stayed with her mother and cried. Jimmy stayed home and brooded.

It did not take Carly's mother Martha long to realize that her daughter's problem stemmed from her belief that she loved Jimmy way too much for her own mental health. She was afraid she would smother him to the point he would turn away from her and she was positive she would die if he did.

Martha called Jimmy and had a nice long talk with him. His fears were the mirror image of Carly's fears.

Martha told both of them that it might be a good idea for them to just walk away. No harm, no foul. She then went on at length about the fact there would be no need to worry about the other person since they could easily find someone else to their liking.

"Who knows, they could even end up loving naked Sundays too," she said to them.

At eleven AM Sunday Carly almost hit Jimmy's car, as she was about to start backing out of her mothers driveway in a rush to get home. They screeched to a halt, jumped out of their cars, ran to each other and embraced.

Martha was on her walkway watching them and thought, "Just like in the movies," and smiled. She then thought, "Dumb-bunnies," with a bigger smile.

"Listen you two, get in the house before somebody throws cold water on you," Martha shouted at them.

After Carly and Jimmy came to her and kissed her she added, "My sisters and I are going to spend the day terrorizing flea markets. You can have the whole house to play in except my bed. I will give you a call before I come back but you both know you do need to dress for me. Now both of you, get off my lawn."

Jimmy and Carly gave her big kisses then ran into the house.

The first place they fucked was on Martha's bed. They had both caught on to her reverse psychology ploy and although they were grateful it worked they did not appreciate that she had sent them into a full-blown panic.

Their fuck began with intensity and was soon eliciting primeval moans from Carly giving Jimmy a different reason to panic. Carly was rapidly careening into one of those magically terrifying orgasms in which she loses it completely and squirts. Jimmy rolled them over, got up, and quickly strode to the bathroom with Carly still grinding her pussy on his still embedded cock, oblivious to the fact that they had left the bed.

They made it to the bathroom before Carly's full body mind-numbing orgasm hit her. Jimmy held her as tightly as he could as body spasms coursed through Carly. He sat on the thankfully covered commode lid as her loud orgasmic shrieks echoed on the bathroom walls. He waited for the calm after her storm.

He was covered in her fluids but there was nothing on the bed and there were just a few drops on the floor. His cock never left her pussy even after she, as usual under those circumstances, fell asleep.

Jimmy held the love of his life tightly to him and began to silently cry. "How could he have been so stupid as to almost drive away his miracle of creation? What good would it have done if I had walked away?

I was never going to stop loving her. Fucking dumbass," he thought.

Carly was slowly coming out of it. She wrapped her arms around Jimmy's shoulders and kissed his neck. "Why are we in the bathroom?"

"We are saving your mother's bed.

"Oh fuck. I lost it again didn't I. How bad is it?"

"It isn't. There is a little on the floor in here but most of it is on me, us. While we are here we may as well take a shower."

Jimmy leaned into the shower and turned it on. He waited until the water was almost too hot for him then stood with Carly still draped over him, his hands holding her up by her ass, his cock still in her pussy, and walked into the large shower. It was an oft-practiced move. Martha had a built in bench in her shower so Jimmy maneuvered them to it and sat down.

Carly moaned in pleasure as soon as the spray hit her. Her mega-orgasms made her body numb and they had discovered that a hot shower got her back to normal more quickly. She kissed Jimmy softly. Then she kissed him passionately. Then she poured all her love to him in one long kiss.

"This is how we belong," she said to him.

Jimmy kissed her lovingly and said, "Let's never forget it again."

After several more kisses Carly noted, "You haven't cum."

"Your cum drew all of my attention."

"Why is it that when we try to get me there and have towels and stuff ready we never get me there, and then suddenly out of nowhere there I am in Strangeville. Weird."

"I think you just hit on the reason. When we work on it we concentrate on it and we tense up. Today we were relieved that we had come back to our senses and were having a little fun by trying to get back at your mother. The right combination appears to be fun plus intensity."

"If your theory is right we will need to invest in a mattress store. The way things are going we would save money that way especially if we are going to keep ruining other peoples bed."

"Sweetheart, nothing happened to your mother's bed. Karen's guest bed cleaned up nicely and Allen's guest bed mattress needed replacing in the first place, don't worry about that. Edie and Allen were impressed with you anyway and he has been trying to get Edie to Strangeville too," Jimmy said.

"Remind me to call Edie and tell her your theory," Carly said.

"It would be good to warn them. They would not want their first visit to Strangeville to happen in the opera house prop room," Jimmy added.

"I love you," Carly said as she kissed him.

"I love you," Jimmy said as he kissed her.

"Then let me do this," Carly said as she slid to the shower floor and swallowed his cock.

Blowjob practice had paid dividends; Carly was a very talented cocksucker. She had learned how to bring him to the edge then ease him back. She had once taken him past the thirty-minute mark before she masturbated him to completion.

Jimmy knew she did not intend to masturbate him to a climax that day. She had every intention of taking his cum in her mouth.

Carly somehow knew that Jimmy was not going to stop her this time as he had done on every previous attempt to take his cum in her mouth.

He caressed her face; he traced a finger around her lips as his cock slid between them. Twice he interrupted her task by pulling her up to him far enough to kiss her.

He was suddenly on the edge of the cliff and locked his eyes on hers. Carly never changed her slow deliberate pace and never took her eyes off his as he shot enormous quantities of semen into her mouth. She continued to lovingly suck his cock long after it began to wilt. She had swallowed it all.

He knew what was coming next. The kiss. He was eager for it and lifted her back onto his lap before she was ready to release his cock.

Jimmy had always kissed her pussy after he had filled it with his cum. He had always kissed her lips right after that while there was a trace of his cum on his lips and tongue. They were both acquainted with the taste of his semen even though it had been just traces of it.

Their kiss in the shower was a thousand times more intense and a million times more erotic. It may have been their longest lasting single kiss. It may have been that was the kiss that bonded them together for life. Jimmy did not just accept it but actively caressed every corner inside Carly's mouth with his tongue. He wanted to share and Carly loved him for it.

Eventually Jimmy noticed the diminishing heat coming from the shower and quickly soaped and rinsed both of them. They stepped out and dried each other between kisses then dried the floor where Carly's secretions had spilled.

Still nude Carly led them to the kitchen and got each of them a coke. "Mom told me that this is the fastest way to get the texture of cum out of your mouth."

It was a warm early November day typical of fall days on the middle coast of Texas. They went out to the back porch and got into her mother's hammock without incident. Jimmy lay on his back and took her into his arms as Carly draped a leg and an arm over him.

Her hand slid to his still semi-hard cock and said, "We can add real blowjobs to our lovemaking options. I loved making you cum in my mouth. I loved watching your face as I did. I loved the look on your face when I swallowed. It made the taste a non-factor."

"As you could probably tell that was one of my all-time orgasms. I loved the passionate look in your eyes as I was cumming into your mouth. I loved the kiss afterwards. It was the most intimate kiss I have ever received."

"Intimate. That's a good word for it. I do not know if a kiss could get anymore personal than that."

They dozed off for a while. When they awoke they kissed as Jimmy's hand caressed her pussy and Carly's hand caressed his cock. She soon noticed that Jimmy had a useful erection. Carly carefully moved her body over his.

They did their best to keep the hammock from swaying; they had tried this before and had ended up on the floor. That Sunday afternoon Carly succeeded in inserting his cock in her pussy and draping her body directly over his without so much as a close call.

For several minutes they just enjoyed their kisses. After a while Carly began to undulate her hips as they continued kissing. She stopped and moaned for each small orgasm then resumed her gentle fuck.

They heard the back door open and close and suddenly they found themselves being kissed by Carly's cousin Karen, her best friend since childhood, and maid of honor.

"I heard Aunt Martha tell Mom that you were here. She said you two had a tiff but were here working things out. I see you have managed to do that."

Karen was removing her clothes as she spoke then quickly got her husband Mike nude, he was standing right behind her. It was one o'clock on a Sunday afternoon. Nude Day time.

Karen moved a chaise lounge parallel to the hammock, had Mike lay down on his back on it, and then descended on her husband's already very hard cock. The four were now in the exact same positions. The guys could not see the other couple but the girls could see each other when they raised their heads. They all of course knew what the other was doing.

The two cousins carried on a conversation as they undulated their hips around their men's cocks.

It was not the first time they had fucked next to each other. Mike and Karen had visited Carly and Jimmy on nude Sunday's before and Jimmy had a hot tub.

Then as now the men remained quiet and concentrated on anything that would keep them from ejaculating before their women were through with them.

Carly confessed to have given Jimmy a complete blowjob. Actually it was less a confession and more like bragging. Karen asked for a blow-by-blow detailed description.

As Carly was in mid story and was describing the technique she used on Jimmy's cock Mike suddenly moaned and launched his semen into his wife. The story was just too vivid for him.

His wife paused to kiss him through his cum, allowed him to catch his breath, then prompted Carly to continue her description.

Carly knew what had happened and had taken advantage of the pause to give herself a nice orgasm. After she caught her own breath she resumed her story while adding details that she knew would get Mike back up to functional quickly.

Sure enough, hearing Carly's orgasm and then the graphic description of her blowjob got Mike's cock back up to useful quickly and Karen resumed undulating her hips around a hard cock.

Several times the girls became silent as they concentrated on their pleasure. Jimmy's volcanic cum from the blowjob allowed his cock to serve as a masturbation device for Carly without interruption.

About thirty minutes and four or five of their lady's orgasms the guys reached their limit and filled their women's pussy with semen. That gifted the girls with one last strong orgasms of their own.

Neither couple moved for a while content to kiss their way through the afterglow for the next few minutes.

"What was the fight about," Karen finally asked.

"There was no fight, it was dual panic attacks. We had apparently independently decided we were not good enough for the other. The whole episode was stupid. Martha scared us out of it," Jimmy answered.

"Been there, done that. We need to get the t-shirts, Mike said.

Karen added, "I can tell you that you will never be as happy as you will be on your first night as husband and wife. Mike and I didn't even fuck that night. Of course we had fucked nearly every night for two months so that was not the main attraction. What completely enveloped us that night was the fact that we were husband and wife. We spent the night kissing and staring at our wedding rings."

Karen giggled and added, "Of course we did fuck first thing that morning as you will recall. You two had to wait for us before you could take us to the airport."

"Yeah, then you two had to wait for us because your fuck got us horny," Carly said with a giggle.

After a short pause in the conversation to remind their men how much they loved them Carly said to Karen, "I am glad you suggested to let Aunt Wendy complete our ring set. Mom told me they are magnificent."

"I am sure that is true. People still stop me to ask where my rings came from. I think Aunt Wendy should pay me an agents fee."

Their conversation drifted to the upcoming Thanksgiving holiday, the wedding, to Aunt Wendy's surprise romance and finally the difficulties in finding sufficient quantities of silly string.

The girls decided to clean up and Karen helped Carly out of the hammock. The guys did not move. Mike's mind was on a ceremony five months in the past. Jimmy's mind was on a ceremony two weeks in the future.

The main Thanksgiving dinner was going to be at Wendy and Jim's house. The desserts and after dinner visits were going to be at Ben and Janice's house. The rehearsal and rehearsal dinner were to be the next day.

Since that would be the day after Thanksgiving everyone agreed that seafood at one of the restaurants by the bay was the way to go.

The wedding itself was scheduled for two in the afternoon the Saturday after Thanksgiving. The following Sunday Jimmy and Carly were going to be boarding a cruise ship out of Galveston headed for the Caribbean Sea. They had agreed to make some minor exceptions to their nude Sunday's rule. Mike and Karen where going to drive them to the cruise ship dock and expected the need to make their own adjustments.

The week before the wedding Jimmy started a campaign to convince Carly that they needed to move to Felicity permanently. The family quickly jumped on his side of the proposition.

However they had to agree to Carly's very logical arguments that started with the fact that there were no jobs for them in Felicity.

Privately Carly agreed with Jimmy on one thing, staying close to the family would make any future bouts of stupidity less likely. She wished it would happen more than he did.

Carly decided that she did not want to work at the law firm anymore. She asked Jimmy if it would be OK with him if she resigned. After she convinced him that there was nothing wrong he said, "Of course you can quit your job. But you will never be able to do nothing."

"I have something to do. I have all the stuff to do for Allen and Edie and Robby. I can find more."

Carly had had a sliver of a plan that could bring everyone home. She wanted the time to nurture it.

It took less than a two months before the way home presented itself to her. Less than four months to bring her and Jimmy home. Less than seven months to bring all the members of the far-flung extended family home.

Felicity had a small population explosion