Me & Shari Pt. 08 – The Final Step

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Me and Shari – Part 8 – The Final Step

Four short months of planning and the social event of my life was just a few short days away. Shari and Becky had found a new calling and had visited dozens of venues, talked with almost the same number of caterers and food trucks, tasted hundreds of samples of cakes, cookies, and sweets. Every little detail had been related in length to Megan and Miko who had conferred with John and Molly before any decisions were made. Shari, of course, let me have first veto on everything, I think, I might have been second to Becky.

I had taken Shari to see Clint’s house. She fell in love with it. We made a generous offer and assured Clint that no matter how mad he was with his ex, he needed to be the bigger person and do the right thing with her. The closing wasn’t going to be until after the wedding. We were giving Clint time to get most of the furnishings moved or sold. Shari had vetoed the basement offices and wanted two of the upstairs bedrooms instead. The theater room was getting big lounge sofas rather than rows of recliners, better for watching the type of movies that would most likely be playing. The basement was getting remodeled to one big party room with all the appropriate furnishings for the type of parties we like to have. The saferoom under the garage was now going to be a full-blown dungeon with all the equipment. We had a professional designer hired to come and do the work.

I had pretty much moved in with Shari so when the kids arrived, they would have my house to stay in. They kept hinting that they had some big surprises for us and kept giving cryptic hints that were driving Shari and Becky crazy.

The venue they found looked like it was designed just for us and our triple wedding. It sat at an angle on the lot so that one corner full of cathedral windows was faced out overlooking a lake. The seating was circular, divided into three sections. At the back of the building was the banquet area complete with a lighted dance floor. Four food trucks were contracted to be there ranging from tacos to vegan.

Five days till the wedding Shari and Becky fixed Kurt and I a great dinner and told us that they had news for us. They had decided that Shari was going to quit her job and she and Becky were going to start an event planning business. Becky was still without a job since quitting and blowing up the company she was at. She had spent two months talking with state and federal investigators explaining the records she had submitted with her whistleblower reports. The former CFO had never left Lucerne and had been extradited back to the States and was in federal holding awaiting trial.

Shari wanted to continue helping with the counseling and groups and she could even become more involved in helping the LGTBQ community with the extra time she would have. Kurt and I gave our blessings to the new joint venture, which I found out was, starting out anyway, going to run out of my new house.

Four days before the wedding the kids were arriving today. John and Miko were due in around ten. I would pick them up and deliver them to my house to get settled and rest. Molly and Megan would have their security team deliver them there when they got in around three. Dinner was at Shari’s at five. Three large black vehicles pulled up in front of her house at five minutes till five. Four men got out and took positions around the property. The kids were let out once they were in place.

John got out first and offered a hand to Miko, then Molly and finally Megan who had trouble exiting gracefully. Molly waited for her to steady herself then offered her arm to her. John and Miko followed hand in hand. Hugs and kisses all around once they had made their way inside. Shari had made a wonderful meal that we all enjoyed except for Megan who picked lightly at her food. Afterwards we went out to the patio with after dinner drinks, Megan asked for a Ginger Ale.

I started by asking what these surprises were that they had for us because it was driving Shari and Becky crazy. The kids looked at each other to see who was going to start. Megan said that they needed to get this one out of the way first, stood up and lifted her baggy shirt to show her obviously pregnant tummy. Shari reacted with a squeal and jumped up to give her a hug while I looked at Molly questionably and joined in the hugging and congratulations.

Shari asked how far along she was. Four months she told us. She explained that her morning sickness had just started a couple of weeks ago and was lasting well past the mornings. I said that we didn’t know that they wanted to have kids. They said it was a conversation they were having along with getting married. Shari asked if they knew who the donor was, if they had done invitro fertilization. John raised his hand. That was why they wanted to share a room at the villa. They had been talking about it for weeks and when the invite to come to see their dear old dad get himself engaged, and the timing was perfect. Shari was going to be marrying a grandfather, which got a laugh.

John said that it was his turn. He had accepted a job in San Fransisco and he and Miko would be moving there in a couple of months once he wrapped up a couple projects back in Tokyo. Miko said that she had a couple of good leads on jobs and shouldn’t have a problem securing one. We congratulated him and I told him that I was happy that they were going to be closer.

Molly was up next. She and Megan were moving back to Washington. She was giving up field work and taking a safe stable job riding a desk. Being a parent meant responsibilities. I snickered at that.

All the surprises revealed we spent the rest of the evening talking about plans, dreams, wishes and baby names. Megan started feeling better and asked if there were leftovers or maybe some decadent dessert. Shari asked her just how much chocolate she needed.

Three days till the big day. Megan and Molly went to visit Megan’s family. They reported later that they were just as thrilled as we were about becoming grandparents, they had kind of given up hope that it might happen. Shari took Miko to the clinic and she got to finally meet Dan in person rather than on a computer screen. Dan was going to officiate at all three weddings and had been talking with all of us. She also got a tour of the clinic and sat in on a group meeting with several transgendered youth. They were very interested in what other parts of the world thought of trans people and how they were treated. I took John to the new house to check on the remodeling.

We had dinner with Chuck and Billie. Billie already had her ID out when she ordered wine. John asked how often that happened and she said every time they went somewhere new, she was used to it. Chuck passed a box to Miko and told her how the earpieces worked. All of her family would be hearing an instant translation to Japanese during the service and at the reception. He told her that if he had more time, he could have made ones that would translate Japanese to English too, but these would have to do for now. She thanked him for the effort he had already made and that her family would be fine with these. Most of them had some English skills but hearing the ceremonies would be meaningful to them.

She asked what they owed for them, and he waved her away telling her that it was a wedding present. She asked if they worked everywhere or if they were limited to the wedding only. He said that they worked everywhere until the batteries gave out. She said that’s incredible and asked when they were going on the market. He said that he was in talks with Jim about marketing them and creating them for all languages.

Two days to go. Everyone had a final fitting for gowns, tuxedos or whatever was being worn for the ceremony. Miko’s family had arrived from Japan, so the afternoon was spent meeting and getting to know them. Her dad, while begrudgingly accepting his son becoming a woman, seemed to be enamored by the stacked redhead that was about to become her step-mother-in-law. I noticed that his wife was getting visibly upset by the attention he was giving Shari, so I stepped in and had her come with me to meet Miko’s grandmother.

Later that night were the bachelor and bachelorette parties. Not the wild affairs of years ago. Jim had secured a luxury box at a ballgame for the group of us guys, so we overate and drank overpriced ballpark food and beer. The girls had taken over a local spa for the night for massages and pampering. Miko had even brought her mother and grandmother who, by all reports, loved the experience.

Even with us stopping in at one of the local watering holes around the park to celebrate a home team victory, I made it home before Shari. They had hit up a late-night Hibachi place then found a local brewery to finish the night. I was at the table putting the finishing touches on my speech for the reception when Shari got home. It was our last night together as an engaged couple. Tomorrow night I was going to be sent packing back to my house with the ‘grooms’ while the ‘brides’ were going to be at Shari’s.

Pushing my chair back from the table, she straddled my lap, and covered me with kisses and asked if I was still writing my vows. I told her that my vows had been written since before I asked her to marry me, I was working on my speech for the reception. I was informed that my wife-to-be was extremely horny and wanted me in her bed before it got dark from turning the lights out. I reached down and rubbed her hard-on. She jumped off my lap and pulled me from the chair toward the bedroom.

Stripping our clothes quickly, she pushed me down to the bed, climbed on top of me and engulfed me with her mouth. I took her in mine as well and let my hands roam over her body paying extra attention to her tits until I reached up and pulled her hips down to me deep throating her full length. She lifted off me and laid beside me for a little break. We shared kisses and talked. She was still having trouble believing that this was where her life was at. She never saw this coming and wasn’t even looking for it.

I told her that after my wife had passed, I promised myself that I would never marry again, but from the moment she had come into my life, that promise dissolved, and I soon knew that the longer we saw each other the sooner I would be wanting her in my life permanently. I felt that we knew each other so well but still had so much more to learn about each other, but right now, I wanted to know which of us was going to fuck the other first.

She pulled me toward her and slid out of the way so she could be on top. Reaching into the bedside table for the lube, she got me ready for her. She slipped into me easily and I quickly adjusted to her. Her cock felt so natural in my ass. I knew just when to clench and when to relax to give her the best feeling too. I loved it when she pinned me to the bed and fucked me for her pleasure. I gave myself to her. I begged her to fuck me and give me her cum. I relaxed and let her fuck me hard for as long as she could last. I finally felt her cock start to swell more and I clamped my ass around her invading dick. She grunted that she was cumming and I felt her hot load fill my ass. She pumped her cum into my ass and collapsed on top of me whispering I love you in my ear.

In a few minutes she recovered enough to roll off me. My cock was raging under me waiting its turn to fill her hot ass. I thought about taking her the same way she took me, but I loved watching her face when I fucked her. I left her on her side and got up to straddle her lower leg while lifting her top leg over mine. Finding the lube, I readied her ass for me. She reached back and pulled her cheek up so I could watch my dick disappear into her waiting asshole. I pressed myself in deep and held there. Her ass worked against me wanting me even deeper.

I stroked my whole length in and out of her. Lifting her leg higher I could pull completely out of her and watch her empty ass search for my dick before filling her again. She begged me to fuck her hard and fill her with cum. I held out as long as I could before depositing my cum deep into her gaping ass. I held my dick deeply into her until I was too soft to hold it any longer.

We dozed off in each other’s arms.

One day to go. We woke to Shari’s phone buzzing. She groggily answered it then suddenly sat straight up in bed. She was instantly awake and almost yelling into the phone. I tried to calm her, but she shook me off and got out of bed. I could hear her loud conversation clear from the kitchen. She was finally quiet and returned with two cups of coffee. My mom and her pimp boyfriend have decided that they want to come to our wedding, she said, handing me a cup. I told her that at this point they were not welcome, but they were in town already. I offered that Molly could probably have them kept out if she wanted. She said no but someone would need to keep an eye on them. I told her that I had just the person for that job and not to worry about it.

The rest of the morning went way too fast. I couldn’t wait for tomorrow, but I was dreading sleeping alone tonight. At least I had the comfort that it would be the last time for a good long while. The six of us met for lunch and talked about any final details that might have come up in these last few days. Shari let them know about her mother and her escort, or whatever he was. Molly asked if she needed to have someone watch them and I told her that her Uncle Buck was going to sit at their table and had been filled in on them. Uncle Buck was six foot eight and was the S.W.A.T. commander of the state police, his wife, Aunt Jen, was the former county sheriff and now worked as a private security contractor, not a couple of people you want to be on the wrong side of.

Megan’s morning sickness had finally passed and when it did, her tummy bloomed. Her dress was going to be snug but there was no time to let it out. Shari told her that she still had some feminizing equipment from her early transitioning days, and it would get her through the ceremony. Miko told us that her grandmother was enjoying the States so much she didn’t think that her parents were going to be able to get her to leave. That evening at the spa was still her favorite topic.

After lunch John, Molly and I were sent off to do our things while the brides went to Shari’s. Molly’s detail had relaxed their supervision once they had surveyed the town and our surroundings. They were still around, just not in your face. We decided to check and see how the venue was coming. We were amazed at how well they had tied in the traditional Japanese decorations with the Western ones. It perfectly melded the cultures making them appear as one. John was pleased, which meant Miko would be pleased. Molly started noticing the colors of the lesbian flag, trans flag and bi-sexual flag all intertwined within the banners and other decorations.

On the way home, I realized that the three of us hadn’t been alone with each other for a very long time. We spent the rest of the day remembering, reminiscing, laughing till we cried and crying till we laughed. We talked about the past, the present and the future. John’s new job in San Fransisco was as the lead designer at the biggest architectural firm in California. Miko was deciding between two offers to run the accounting divisions of two major companies.

Molly wasn’t just giving up field work, the desk job she was taking was as a deputy director. One of those few high-level jobs that wasn’t a political appointment, so it was secure no matter which idiot was sitting in the oval office. Megan had three books in print and had two more in the process to be published.

I am now a part-time contract employee at my company. My residuals from previous projects would keep me very comfortable until I decided to take retirement. Shari was starting a new event planning business with Becky, and they already had clients waiting for them to open the doors.

Today was the day. At three o’clock this afternoon I would be walking Molly down the aisle then stepping over to await my bride. We had been instructed to be dressed and at the venue by one. Molly wore a black power pantsuit with white satin lapels and cuffs. I donned my black tux with a robin-egg blue shirt. John was the lucky one wearing jeans and a T-shirt, he would need help getting into his wedding attire at the venue. There is a complete ceremony to putting on a traditional Japanese wedding kimono. The limo arrived promptly at twelve thirty and we walked in the venue at twelve fifty.

The brides, not yet in their gowns, met us at the door and led us to a room to meet with Dan. It was Dan’s first time meeting the kids in person, except for Miko. He gave us a quick rundown of how things were going to proceed before taking us to the chapel area to give us a quick run through. Between Shari, Becky and the venue director, every detail had been planned out. Dan took the time to speak privately with each of us couples before sending the girls on their way to get dressed, Miko was, of course, looking at the longest prep time facing a similar ceremony as John to get put into her kimono.

We were taken to a room to wait for the ceremonies to begin. There was a table full of snacks and drinks to make sure we kept our energy up. One hour to go Miko’s mother came and got John for his ceremony. He returned forty-five minutes later in one of the most elaborate kimonos I had ever seen. He told us that Miko’s family handmade it just for the wedding and with all the layers, it weighed thirty pounds. Ten minutes to go Molly gathered us in a circle and said a quick prayer. Becky had popped in a couple of times to update us. The last time she came in to inform us that Shari’s mom and her friend had arrived, and Uncle Buck and Aunt Jen had corralled them.

Two minutes to go we were taken to our places. A string quartet was playing softly to the side. Molly and Megan to be on the left side of the arc, John and Miko on the right, and Shari and I in the middle. Dan was standing in the front. Once we were all in place he nodded to the cellist, and they transitioned into a variation of the wedding march song. Molly took my arm, and I led her down one aisle in time with John walking down the other. Once in front, I gave Molly a hug and a kiss on the cheek, walked over to John, shook his hand and bowed to him.

I then moved to the middle. A beautiful string version of Here Comes the Bride filled the room as Megan, escorted by her dad, Miko escorted by hers, and Shari escorted by Kurt came down to the front simultaneously. Megan’s dress was the same white satin as Molly’s lapels and sleeves. Her pregnant tummy showed obviously, and she made no attempt to hide it. Megan’s dad passed her hand to Molly and gave them both kisses on the cheek. Miko’s father gave a bow to John. Miko’s kimono was even more elaborate than John’s, and she wore a heavy looking headdress as well. Kurt gave Shari a kiss then shook my hand. Shari’s dress was the same robin egg blue as my shirt. I had seen pictures of the dress but not with Shari in it. She managed to pull off the modest and teasingly arousing at the same time. We all turned to face Dan.

The music stopped and Dan started his intro.

“For those of you who don’t know me, I am Dan Higgins. I am the director of the Crisis Counseling Center. We cater to people in gender identity and gender dysphoria crisis and provide counselling, resources and support those who need someone to understand them. We also promote and encourage meaningful dialog, acceptance and tolerance to the families, neighborhood and community.”

“I have a Doctorate in Psychology specializing in gender studies and I have a master’s in theology. I am an ordained and licensed minister in the state.”

“I hope that you have noticed the decorations around this beautiful space celebrating the love and diversity of these couples. If any of the love represented here bothers you or you think is inappropriate, then please feel free to leave as soon as the ceremonies are over. I guarantee that the rest of the evening will be even less to your liking. That all being said: John and Shari, Molly and Megan, and John Jr. and Miko welcome you to a wedding like you have most likely never seen before.”

“I will start the service and make general comments and then perform the actual vows individually then a general closing, and with that, let’s get started.”

Dan proceeded to give a beautiful talk about love being a fluid thing that changes through out life, how God doesn’t care how the rest of the world and society choose to define it, and how being loving and accepting of others is what the real goal in life should be. Finishing up his opening, he signaled us to come to the left side of the arc. While not encouraging our guests to sit in certain areas, most of Megan’s family had sat on that side and most of Miko’s had sat on the other side. John and I stood to the side of Molly, Shari and Miko stood on the side of Megan.

Dan asked all the required questions and let them read their vows to each other before doing the love, honor and obey lines, and had them exchange rings. He stopped short of declaring them married and we all moved to the far right of the arc.

Shari and Megan on Miko’s side and Molly and I on John’s side. Dan performed a traditional Japanese wedding ceremony in Japanese, then repeating it all in English. Miko and John read their vows to each other in Japanese and English. Dan asked them their required questions and did the love, honor and obey thing with them, and had them exchange rings. Again, not making that declaration with them.

We all moved to the center. John and Molly stood at my side while Megan and Miko stood on Shari’s. For the third time in about twenty minutes, Dan repeated his question and let us recite our vows to each other before making us promise to love, honor and obey each other, and exchange our rings.

We moved back to our starting places and faced our guests. Dan made the announcement that we were now all legally married and could now kiss our life partner. The quartet struck up our chosen recessional song and gathering in the middle, we all shared hugs and kisses before moving to the rear of the space to greet our guests. Miko’s aunts rushed back to help remove the headdress so she would be able to give and get hugs.

The DJ announced that once through the receiving line, the bar was open and dinner service would start at 5:30. I tried to watch the doors to see if anyone had left but never saw anyone that wasn’t also pulling a pack of cigarettes out of their pocket.

Someone had brought Megan a stool which she took full advantage of. The line finally dwindled enough that we all got to sneak away for a few minutes alone with our new spouses. Shari hadn’t seen her ring with the wedding band and how the smaller stones wrapped the big one. We each found the bathroom and a drink and enough time to get some heavy petting in as well.

John and Miko shed the heavy wedding kimonos for lighter but still very formal ones. We found Megan and Molly in a small lounge just outside the bathroom enjoying the feeling of a small but strong baby practicing its soccer kick. We all got to enjoy it for a few minutes before Becky came and found us. It was time for our grand entrance and to feed these people before they started getting drunk, that was for later.

We were announced and marched our way to the head table. Our meals had been preselected so we were served. Everyone else got to select from the buffets set up by the food trucks. After we had eaten, I got to make my half-prepared speech. Some of my jokes hit, a few got groaned at. Okay most got groaned at.

I sent everyone to get their desserts and told them that the dancing would start right after the floor show. Yes, that’s right, I said floor show. The lovely Gloria had gathered every drag queen and drag king she could find in a five-county area, and they put on one of the biggest extravaganzas any of us had ever seen. The performers moved throughout the crowd involving everyone to help them sing along with whichever singer they were dressed as. They even managed to get Molly’s security detail to join in.

Gloria, in typical Gloria fashion, went last and serenaded us newlyweds with a great rendition of Whitney Houston’s I Will Always Love You, that earned her a standing ovation. The troupe bid us all a good night and left, except for those who were wedding guests who joined the boring part of the party. The poor DJ apologized for being the one unlucky enough to follow that and proceeded to start his play list.

Sometime during the night Shari and I did the official first dance, followed by dancing with Molly, Megan, and Miko. Shari and I managed to get a few more dances along with many more with friends, family, and new family. As far as I could tell, not a single person had left the party for the reason Dan had sited in his opening. Shari’s mother was very well behaved as was her man.

Late in the evening Megan was showing the tiredness of a very pregnant woman who had had a long and exciting day. She and Molly made the rounds of their guest and many of the others thanking them for coming. They finally made their way to Shari and me to say good night to us and thank us for giving them the wedding of their dreams. A family breakfast was planned at Shari’s house in the morning, and we would see them then along with some select members of Megan’s family. That started the procession of guests leaving.

About an hour later, John and Miko came by with most of Miko’s family to say goodnight as well. Miko translated for those who’s English was lacking. They would be seeing us in the morning along with some of her family for breakfast in the morning also. When the remaining guests turned out to be the ones that Becky had recruited for the final clean up, Shari and I could leave as well. We would see them with a few select others in the morning too.

It was nearly one thirty when we got home. We got out of our fancy gettin’ married clothes and opted for much less to get the final touches ready for breakfast in the morning, much less meaning our normal nothing around the house. We had both passed that tired to exhausted mark and puttering pretty much for no purpose. I finally found an opportunity where nothing that needed to be put away was in sight and was able to lead my new bride out of the kitchen toward our wedding bed.

Our lovemaking this night was very slow, gentle and passionate. Nothing really was different, but everything was better. In the short time that we had been together, we had no sexual secrets from each other. We knew most of each other’s secrets of our previous life and youth. We only had the future to discover. Shari knew all the right spots to touch, lick, suck, and nibble to give me the most pleasure. She had me more than ready when she slid me into her waiting hole.

She rode me so that I hit the right spot for her also. I was struggling to hold back waiting for her to get there too. She shifted just right, and I felt my dick hitting her magic spot. I took her hard cock in my hand gently stroking her. Her head fell back, and I felt her warm cum shoot across my chest clear up to my mouth. I released into her in the middle of her orgasm. She collapsed on me, and we laid and cuddled until I softened and slid from her, and my cum drained out of her.

We were up, dressed and working on getting some of the breakfast stuff made when Becky and crew arrived with the catered food and all the leftovers and presents from last night. We had a spread of regular breakfast buffet stuff and a large selection of traditional Japanese breakfast items. The kids arrived well before the families did. Megan looked much better than she did last night. Her pregnancy was really making her glow now.

We had asked for no gifts, but we somehow ended up with two tables full. By the time everyone had arrived most of the food was gone. We opened the presents and listed who needed thank you cards. The families that were leaving today said their goodbyes. John and Miko were honeymooning with some of her family in San Francisco for a few days before they sent them packing for home and they got their alone time. They were including house hunting in their honeymoon plans.

Molly and Megan were kind of doing the same thing. They were going to spend time in D.C. to get to know the area and decide where they wanted to find a place. They were going to opt for an apartment to start, thinking that they would take their time finding a forever house.

I had no idea where my honeymoon was going to be. Shari had told me that she was handling it, and she would tell me before we left, and I only needed to know that I would need to be ready to be gone for two weeks.

Extra family members left, it was only close family and friends left. We had a few hours of quiet time to visit and talk about life plans from here on. Meg and Mol would be in Washington shortly after we get back. John and Miko would still be in Japan for a couple of months before relocating. We signed the papers on our new house in the morning before we left in the afternoon for who knows where. Jim and Kurt were going to supervise the start of the work on the house until we got back.

Shari finally told me where I was going to be honeymooning. She had booked us on an adult only, clothing optional Mediterranean cruise. That sounded like a fun two weeks to me.

I took John and Miko back to the house to get their stuff and then to the hotel that Miko’s family was at to wait for their flight later today. They both told me how much they liked Shari and were happy that we had found each other. I told them that I sure hoped that we would get to see them often and I knew that Shari already loved them too.

I got back just in time to see Megan and Molly off as well. Molly’s detail would take them to get their stuff from the house and get them to the airport. Since most of her security detail were local, Shari had packed them all leftovers to take home. The girls made us promise to come see them once they had settled in and we promised that we would. The parade of SUV’s headed out leaving just us with Kurt and Becky. Shari and Becky recounted the entire event and critiqued their planning skills. There were only a couple of things that came up that they hadn’t planned on, but the venue staff had been able to handle them.

Kurt and I could only watch these two discuss every detail of the evening. They brought up things that I didn’t even know happened. I had noticed that Shari’s mom and her friend never came to congratulate us or say goodbye. Becky explained that while everyone was busy watching the first dances and shared dances, Buck had caught the boyfriend going through the piles of cards on the gift table. He was given the choice to empty his pockets and leave immediately or get thrown out after getting beaten senseless. He had made the wise choice and dropped a dozen cards on the table and left with mom chasing after him.

I told Shari that I was sorry that had happened, but she waved it off saying that she expected them to pull something like that and was glad that they got caught and booted out. I could see the hurt in her eyes, but she covered it well. We spent the rest of the afternoon just talking and relaxing. Becky and Kurt left as the sun was setting. We had heard from the kids, and they were all on their way. I asked if we should get things packed for tomorrow, but Shari had already taken care of that and all I needed to do right now was to hold her and love her.

We settled on the couch, and I wrapped her in my arms. I felt her softly crying away the disappointment of her mother’s actions, the stress of pulling off a triple wedding with only four months to prepare, the lifetime of pain she had felt growing up without the support and love of a caring parent. I had no words that were going to magically make anything better, so I just did what she had asked me to do, I held her and loved her. Her soft sobs quieted, and I felt her relax in my arms. Her breathing slowed and she dozed off for a little while.

When she awoke, all the pain had been safely locked away in that deep dark place she had just for it. I prayed that nothing ever happened again that caused it to find its way back to the surface. She hopped up and dashed to the bathroom asking if I was hungry. I was but it was late enough that we didn’t need anything heavy. I told her I would fix us a sandwich while she was busy. I knew she was going to make sure that her face didn’t show that she had been crying and she was going to put on her happy face, just like the song says.

When she emerged with her face freshly washed and some light make-up I had us a couple of bacon sandwiches made. I was rewarded with a big hug and a big I love you. I really wanted to ask her about what in her past made her react the way she did when she heard about her mom but that was a topic that would be talked about when she was ready and asking would make it a never to be discussed issue. We ate and discussed the game plan for tomorrow. Closing on Clint’s house first thing in the morning, a walk through with our realtor, Kurt and Jim, and a couple of our contractors right after. Keys would be turned over to those who needed them. We did take the time to pack what few clothes we would be needing for our cruise. A quick check of the weather told us we would need some warmer clothing that we hadn’t planned on.

It meant that Shari and I would be returning to a house undergoing a major transformation. My house would be going on the market first and my stuff not staying for staging would be going into temporary storage. We would live in Shari’s house until the new house was ready to move into, then her house would go up for sale.

Everything went off without a hitch. Clint was looking much better than the first time I had met him. He was moving forward with his life and getting a fresh start. The house was empty and ready for work to start. The contractor working on the basement remodel would be coming and going through the garage entrance and the people working on our dungeon playroom would use the separate outside entrance.

We made it to the airport with time to spare. We would be flying into the night and landing early in the morning. The cruise line had a shuttle to get us to the ship. We both managed to get a few hours of sleep on the flight, so our body clocks weren’t too far off when we landed. We also had to stop and grab jackets out of our bags. It was awful cold to be taking a clothing optional cruise, but it was only going to be a couple days before the jackets and other clothing would be shed.

Our cabin had a king-sized bed, a sofa and two big easy chairs and an outside veranda that would easily hold four people. We walked around the ship acquainting ourselves with the amenities and dining options. We only saw a few people enjoying the optional part of the cruise. It was windy, rainy, and too cold for most of us. Our first night we opted for room service and spent the evening making married couple love.

Morning brought another dreary day. We met some of our fellow travelers over breakfast. Most were our age or younger. The inside pools were filled with lots of naked people. We found a spot in one of the dining rooms for people watching and enjoy some coffee. At one point we were joined by a couple of ladies, Vivian and Joyce. They were our age, off on an adventure of a lifetime to celebrate divorces from their husbands and to declare that they were in love.

They loved that we were on our honeymoon and apologized if they were intruding on our time together, but we looked like nice people to get to know. We visited with them for a while as we watched the clouds start to clear and the sun make an appearance. It warmed quickly and soon the decks started filling with more and more naked people. They decided that they were ready to join the fun outside but not before getting a promise from us to join them for dinner tonight.

Shari informed me that, one, we would be sleeping with the two of them before the cruise was over, and two, she was feeling lucky and wanted to go to the casino. There were only a few places on the ship that did have clothing requirements. One was the dining rooms that asked for either bottoms or a towel to sit on and the casino was the other. We went back to our cabin to change into less, but more appropriate clothing.

I donned a speedo swim trunk that almost didn’t hold me, and Shari had a very short skirt that showed a lot of her cheeks and a pair of thong underwear that barely held her tucked cock in place. I asked her if she thought Vivian and Joyce had any idea what she was packing and she said that it wouldn’t matter, they just wanted to have a good time.

At the casino Shari took a hundred dollars in chips and headed to the blackjack table while I took my hundred and went to the roulette wheel. I could see Shari from where I sat, and within minutes I could tell that she was winning. The little steel ball took an instant disliking to me, and it took all of thirty minutes for me to be down to my last ten dollars. I tipped the croupier with it and went to see how my bride was doing.

In the half hour it took me to lose my money, she had built up quite the stack of chips and chased her first dealer from the table. She was on a real hot streak. The floor supervisor was hovering after an hour of the start of her winning streak. The pit boss came and asked if she would like to move to a higher limit table, but she refused telling him that she would be done soon.

As promised, her phone alarmed fifteen minutes later, and she finished her hand and collected her chips and handed the dealer a hundred-dollar chip. She cashed out with a nine thousand seven-hundred-and-forty-dollar voucher. Not bad for two hours. On the way back to the cabin she admitted that while not actually counting cards, she could predict the probability of certain deals based on the cards played and what was left in the shoe. She had been asked not to come back to some casinos because of it. That’s why she set a time limit, it kept the watchers from figuring out what she was doing and if she didn’t win too much, they were happy to let her have at it.

Vivian and Joyce were waiting for us in the dining room. Vivian was a dishwater blonde, hour-glass figure with large but not droopy breasts with large dark nipples. Joyce was a smaller build, darker brunette hair with streaks of gray. Smaller breasts with nipples that pointed downward. Vivian was wearing a pair of tight shorts and Joyce was wearing a terry cloth wrap that fastened. Over dinner they told us their story.

They met while their kids were in grade school at a PTO meeting. They hit it off as friends, but their husbands weren’t interested in making new friends, so they rarely got to do things together outside of school and kid’s activities. When the kids graduated, and they no longer had school to bond over, they had found another cause to join so they could see each other. It was when the group took a long weekend bus trip and they roomed together that they finally figured out that their friendship was deeper than they had been pretending it was.

The first night was just sharing a bed and some physical closeness. The second night they both shared that neither had been intimate with their husbands for years and they gave in to curiosity and need for pleasure. By the third night they knew that they had been living lies for years.

When they got home, they tried to make things go back to normal, but the door had been opened and neither one wanted to or knew how to close it. It took three years before they told their husbands that they wanted a divorce and another eighteen months before they were both free to fully be with each other. They had spent four years discovering their sensuality and sexiness, their likes and dislikes, their wants and desires, and the things that they were willing to dare to do.