Me and Shari's Part 7: Slipping on the Ring

Me and Shari's Part 7: Slipping on the Ring

It took a while to recuperate from the weekend's events. What I truly desired was to devote the entire day to making love to Shari, experimenting with various ways our brains had devised. Alas, work was compulsory if I hoped to visit Switzerland the following month.

I managed to set aside a few hours and met with Becky and Kurt, asking for their support, unveiling my intentions, and swearing them to secrecy. Becky proposed to accompany me for some shopping, as she and Shari had previously discusssed the matter. I happily accepted; we needed to act swiftly to allow ample time for the perfect ring to be created. We weren't going to come across the perfect ring already in display. Becky recommended her preferred jeweler, conveniently located a few blocks from my office.

It was challenging to conceal our plans from Shari; it appeared that only I and Becky were successful in this endeavor. Despite the constant conversations they engaged in regarding the excursion and the associated activities, she was the only one not privy to the information. Kurt and I arranged an appointment with the jeweler. I was adamant about a platinum ring, but the specific diamond cut and design remained elusive. We initially assessed the cuts offered, and the princess cut captivated me instantly. Upon closer review, Becky agreed that it was ideal for Shari.

The jeweler displayed a virtual ring on his computer, initially portraying a simple band adorned with a one-carat diamond. It only took thirty seconds for the three of us to upgrade the diamond to four carats and incorporate two additional carats of smaller diamond jewels. Whilst not outlandishly extravagant, it was modestly elegant in nature. Becky noted that the size would appear suitable as Shari had relatively large hands, ensuring the ring wouldn't overpower her, while not posing an inconvenience in her daily routines. We finalized the design, the engagement ring featuring a princess cut diamond in the center surrounded by smaller diamonds, complemented by a wedding band containing smaller diamonds partially interlocking with the other ring's pattern.

The jeweler input the agreed-upon design into his computer, keyed in some figures on his calculator, and recorded a seven-week completion date on a paper. I increased the completion timeline by approximately twenty-five percent, setting a four-week target. He jotted down the new figures and handed me the contract for my signature. After paying half of the cost, I inquired whether he'd remember if my fiancée ever visited the store. Becky suggested that she would probably accompany her and he replied that he'd factor that into his decision.

I burned the midnight oil at work, intending to complete the project swiftly, thereby increasing my availability for the surprise trip. I consulted with Becky regarding hosting Jim and Jan, as well as Chuck and Billie. They assured me that space would be available, and they'd be delighted to welcome the entire gang. She was planning the perfect surprise for her.

My avoidance of Shari wasn't intentional, but our schedules led to minimal interaction for a couple of weeks. Eventually, my workload became considerably more manageable, and I could dedicate more time to her. I generally arrived home after her, subjecting her to a feast cooked by her, followed by a night of heartfelt devotion. Suddenly, however, I grasped the reason why she was behaving so angrily: she was trying to reenact a similar scenario in which I'd create a surprise meal, followed by a personal reunion. I proposed that we embark on a trip to a charming little bistro for dinner, then return home, eliminating both her anger and yet satisfying her desires.

I phoned ahead as Shari went to alter her appearance. The unforeseen show of emotions had only occurred a few times since we'd been dating. The initial time took me off guard. I wasn't expecting to encounter premenstrual syndrome from my transgender girlfriend. After the first occurrence, I was enlightened on the hormone treatment, which would trigger this when the stars aligned and especially when she was aroused. Truth be told, our intimacy had waned considerably over the past few weeks, particularly after that extended weekend of promiscuity we engaged in on the island.

The maitre d' recognized us at the bistro and adjusted his seating chart accordingly, assigning us a table in the back. We chose to keep dinner short and light, ordering a couple of appetizers and a glass of wine for Shari and a Scotch for me. My palm felt at ease on her thigh, straying as high as the lacy borders of her undies, thus massaging her manhood and balls. She inquired about the business venture that had taken up so much of my time. I told her that if the project materialized as predicted, I might be able to begin working part-time since it would ensure the business's stability for multiple years.

As we completed our meal, Shari placed her palm on mine and teasingly suggested that she should be punished for acting abhorrently, given she was only attempting to enhance our chances of joining more frequently. I intimated that her reprisal would be especially appropriate for her earlier conduct. With one hand on her meat, I grabbed her cock and started masturbating her sizeable organ before we left for home.

Upon reaching Shari's residence, I instructed her to return to the bathroom and ready herself for her punishment, while I arranged everything. We favored the switch roleplay in our relationship. Our partnership had commenced during an orgiastic event when she had been a guest.

Shari returned, outfitted in just her panties and her gender attribute concealed by the standard method. She approached me and announced that she was prepared. We discarded the title of mistress/slave as we indulged in this game, opting to maintain our dignity. I extended my wrist restraints, and she fitted her arms into them. I then grabbed her arms and hoisted them to frame her breasts, tweaking her nipples playfully.

I took off her panties and liberated her penis from its usual concealed position, bringing on the chastity cage. Then I moved her arms upward and affixed cuffs to her breasts, securing the cage under her bosom. I returned her to a standing position and told her to bend over, which she willingly performed. I fetched a medium-sized anal plug, applied lube, and inserted it into her rectum.

I motioned for her to assume the position of kneeling in front of me, blindfolding her, and disposing of my trousers. She began to provide oral stimulation to me, and I quickly became aroused. Until she began to choke on my penis, I kept a firm grip on her head. Once she started to gag, I retreated and permitted her to set the tempo. I marveled at her caged genitalia straining against its restricting metal covering, as well as the moist fluid dripping from it.

I positioned her face up on the bed and secured her hands above her head with the strap at the top of the bed. I removed the clamps from her crimson-red nipples and rubbed them with my fingers. I picked up a cat o' nine tails whip, fashioned from soft leather straps. Stroking the lash up and down her body, I teased her with expectant devotees, until she began to writhe violently in anticipation of the strips biting into her sensitive skin. I briefly ceased the whipping and took her nipples in my mouth, sucking them rigorously.

I halted to spread her legs apart, securing them to the bed's sides, revealing her chastity-encaged genitals. The whip encountered a novel subject, causing her to writhe and constrict with each lash. Her willy strained against the metal of the cage and pulsed in expectation. And I continued the whipping for a few minutes, gazing at her thrash about in reaction to the lashes. I stopped the lashing and held her balls gently, rubbing them softly. I also attached a small vibrator to the chastity cage and activated it.

I released her limbs and had her turn around, getting on her knees and elbows. I fastened her hands again, then secured them at the knees to keep them spread open. I retrieved the whip once more and ran it down her entire body, occasionally giving her gentle taps. Afterward, I massaged her plump posterior with one hand and struck her with the whip, taking pleasure in how her rear end turned red. I crushed her ass harder, causing her to flinch at every touch.

Eventually, I lost interest in roughing her up, and my aching cock needed warmth. I stopped using the whip and moved to caress and kiss her buttocks. She continued to writhe, clearly overstimulated, so I knew she'd relish this shift from pain to pleasure.

I took out the plug from her backside and replaced it with my mouth and tongue. As she started relaxing, I whispered my love and forgiveness for her earlier bad attitude. I told her that she could expect more sex from me whenever I wanted, and she gratefully agreed.

I placed myself behind her, lubed us both up, and slid into her ass in a single motion. The size of the butt plug had stretch her out, so I could penetrate her without hurting her. I pushed into her, relishing the heat of her ass. I sensed her tightening up and clenching my dick inside her.

I knew I wouldn't last much longer, especially since she'd started bucking against my thrusts, moaning and begging for her own climax. Unfortunately, I'd had enough practice to keep her from cumming while in the cage. I shifted my angle and lessened the pressure on her prostate, sacrificing her pleasure to reach my own climax sooner. With her giving me this gratifying sensation, I thrust deeper and harder, spewing my cum into her ass. Then, she struggled and begged for her own orgasm, but to no avail. This ruined organic climax brought her to tears and sobs.

I let her calm down while I caught my breath. I remembered the vibrator still pressing against her cock and stopped it. After untying her limbs, I flipped her over and lay next to her, stroking her body. She tenderly asked if she could orgasm, and I informed her that I'd satisfy that desire soon.

I removed her blindfold and untied her hands. I planted kisses all over her face and said, "I love you." I proceeded to kiss her nipples and sucked on her nipples, tenderly kissing from head to toe. I kneeled by her side and undid her cock cage, letting her harden and get ready. I pressed my tongue against her head and balls, and finally put her in my mouth, deep-throating her. She struggled against my throat, releasing a load into my mouth. Difficultly swallowing her fluid, I held her hard in my mouth until she subsided.

We cuddled before exchanging words, but eventually she asked to clean herself up. As a signal that we'd concluded the dom/sub play, I consented. She questioned if I'd join her in the shower, and I happily accepted that option.

We cleansed our bodies, showering together before dressing and setting off for work. We both forgot to set the alarm and just had coffee for breakfast. At lunch, I joined my coworker, Becky, and we made one last visit to the jeweler to double-check the piece – now wrapped in silver and gems – for her wife, who'd love it. Upon sight, Becky was astonished, assuring me that Shari would be ecstatic.

Becky shattered my joy by inquiring about my children's opinions regarding my impending engagement. I confessed that I'd neglected informing them about it. They were aware of Shari, her identity, and my feelings. I assured her that I'd get in touch with them as soon as practical scheduling allowed. Shari had her counseling session that night, so I decided to call my son in Japan, who worked as a structural engineer specializing in earthquake-resistant designs. I usually spoke with him once every month, so he wasn't surprised when I contacted him, except for the fact that it was earlier than usual.

My son was elated that I'd found someone who made me feel whole and hoped to meet her before the wedding. He appreciated that my kids were open-minded enough to tolerate me dating and didn't mind that Shari was a trans woman. My son's happiness about my desire to marry again made me feel even happier.

My daughter, who was working for the State Department in Stockholm, would be contacted the following morning. She was thrilled for Shari and me and hoped to know when I'd propose. I informed her about the upcoming trip and the plan devised by Becky and Kurt. She inquired if she and her brother could attend and I offered her Becky's number. I told her that I'd inform Becky about her call.

The long-awaited day for the trip finally arrived. Becky guarded the ring so it wouldn't be mistakenly packed in my luggage. We planned to have rides ready for everyone from the airport. I was eager but not at all worried. I'd entrust Shari with choosing the wedding date. I hoped it wouldn't be too far in the future.

We safely reached the villa. Becky allotted me a slightly larger bedroom, claiming she liked the decor in the room next door. Although we usually congregated in our room at night, we frequently spent time separately twice a week or on consecutive nights. Her therapy sessions could go on for hours, so this was one of those nights. My daughter was in Stockholm.

My daughter was ecstatic for us and wanted to know when I would ask Shari to marry me. I told her about the vacation and the plan formulated by Becky and Kurt. She expressed her desire to join the event and I shared her enthusiasm. I provided her with Becky's phone number.

The big day arrived. The ring was under Becky's supervision to avoid being discovered during packing. Becky and Kurt had arranged the surprise guests' travel, and Jan supervised the plan. We had a considerable number of pairs to accommodate, some of whom would need to share bedrooms temporarily, but we assumed it wouldn't be an issue, and we expected Shari and me to have our own room.

Becky was in high spirits and suggested sleeping together with the four of us. However, she was too intoxicated to participate effectively. We had no plans for the subsequent day, but had faith that the stunning weather in the villa, filled with nonstop sex, would satisfy her.

The day after that was the most critical. We spent the day on a boat excursion as our surprise guests were preparing to arrive and conceal themselves. Becky had coordinated with Jan for this part of the plan. We had a pretty good idea of how many couples would require double-occupancy rooms for a day or two, but we believed it wouldn't be an issue, and we anticipated having our own room.

Becky's enthusiasm had spread to Shari, and they indulged in our sensual, lengthy, passionate lovemaking through the night. My favorite sexual encounter was the instance where we enjoyed ourselves in sync, thrusting our cocks into each other's asses while we experienced a perfect scissoring position, not an easy feat for two mature deviants.

Morning brought a high-spirited Kurt and a headache-suffering Becky. Shari nursed Becky's hangover with a cure she prepared. Kurt offered assistance to the staff, subtly reminding them of the coming event.

Becky's cheerfulness spurred us to carry out the promised fun. Becky removed her top, prompting Shari to do the same. Shari's breasts were larger and more upright due to implants and her childlessness while Becky's breasts had a natural bounce and more significant nipples. Both were great to caress and suck.

Morning was followed by more merriment as Becky and Shari took turns taking off their tops and sharing their endowments. Their breasts, with Shari's amplified by implants and never having children, stood proudly upright. Becky's cavernous, drooping nipples, on the other hand, were juxtaposed. My personal preference was the magic position, which involved scissoring each other and penetrating each other's asses, a challenging arrangement for two middle-aged lewd individuals but one that I hoped would become a regular habit.

Becky and Shari locked in an embrace and ran their hands over each other's bodies. Kurt and I just sat back on the veranda, watching the show. It didn't take long before everyone was naked, enjoying the warmth of the sun on the large open area of the veranda. Kurt and I pushed two of the big loungers together and moved the girls to them.

Becky was not shy about what she wanted, and she left her attentions to Shari's breasts and dick and grabbed me instead. Shari turned to Kurt, pulling him closer to her.

Just watching them had both of us semi-erect, but their mouths quickly finished the job. Becky laid me down on the lounger and straddled me, lowering her wet pussy onto my dick. She asked Kurt to take her ass and told Shari she wanted her in her mouth. I guessed that this was what she had been wanting last night while she was too drunk to even ask for it.

Kurt and I found a rhythm fucking her pussy and ass, and Shari thrust into her mouth as we rocked her forward. It didn't take long for Becky to start having orgasms. It felt like she was having a vaginal orgasm followed by an anal one followed by one from her throat and then repeating over and over. I'm not sure how we kept going for as long as we did. Becky was having orgasm after orgasm, but refused to slow down.

I was able to lift my body up and find her swaying tit with my mouth. I locked onto her nipple, suckling away while using my tongue and teeth to give her even one more stimulus to enjoy. My little change in position also made a change in the direction my dick was hitting her pussy and rubbing against Kurt in her ass. I could hear him grunting and feel him thrusting harder. I managed to get ahold of her hips and hold her still with my dick buried deep in her, letting Kurt find the right spot to finally unload into her ass.

I could feel his dick throbbing as he pumped his cum into her. I saw Shari's balls draw up and deposit their cream into Becky's waiting throat. I gave in and released my seed deep into her pussy. Poor Becky was shaking and trembling with continuous orgasms even after the three of us stopped fucking her. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close when she collapsed onto me. Kurt rolled off to the side and did the same while Shari moved to the other side and stroked her lovingly until the shaking and sobbing subsided.

Shari was whispering softly in her ear and even being as close as I was, I couldn't make out what she was saying. Shari helped her untangle from Kurt and me. She helped her off the lounger and told us that they would be back in a bit, leading her into the villa. She signaled to us that we should stay there.

Kurt and I obliged, kind of. We did go to the other bathrooms for a quick clean up, but returned to the veranda for our recovery. I had heard the shower running so I assumed that the girls were doing a clean up as well. It gave us a chance to talk. He told me that Becky was under a lot of stress at work and it was looking like she might be jobless in the very near future. I apologized for adding the stress of my plans to that and said that I never would have imposed going ring shopping with me on her if I had known. He assured me that picking the ring and planning this event was about the only bright spot she had in the last few months.

There had been some management decisions made over the last couple years that she wasn't a part of, leaving the company in a very precarious situation, and it had now fallen to her to fix it. But management was fighting her on making any changes, and she was very close to walking away from it all. We talked about the trials and tribulations of the post-covid workforce and getting the most effort out of them.

It was almost two hours later when Shari and Becky came back out to join us. Both showered, dressed, and made up, they informed us that they were very hungry. Becky apologized for her little breakdown. Kurt said that I had been filled in on her work issues. Shari said that they had been having some long discussions and had decided that everything was going to be okay.

Kurt and I got dressed, and we all headed into town to find a mid-afternoon meal. We found a café with a quiet patio where we could enjoy the sights and sounds, as well as the food and wine. Becky was taking it a lot slower with the wine this time. We ate off the Tapis menu, so it was more like grazing while we talked. Becky filled us in on the things at her job, and we all agreed that if things didn't turn around soon, she should be looking for something else. The problem was that we were all now of that certain age when finding a new job wasn't all that easy and starting over wasn't a great prospect either. They were comfortable with them both working, but it would be a problem if it became a long-term situation.

Kurt and Shari seemed content with how their careers were going, and everything was running smoothly. I felt guilty for announcing that I'd soon be stepping down from full-time management to work part-time and pursue other projects. We'd been chatting for a while when more customers started arriving.

At the villa, the ladies gathered in a cozy corner to chat, probably discussing matters of the heart, while Kurt peppered me with questions about my ongoing work projects. Staff returned to do their duties and readied the place for the evening. They picked up a deck of cards and we ended up playing bridge for a few hours. The girls won five out of seven games.

A lake/river cruise was scheduled early the next morning, so we called it a night. Becky hugged both of us and expressed her gratitude for our friendship. We wished them a good night and went to our rooms. Just as Shari and I crawled into bed, she shared some news about Becky's latest predicament. Two weeks earlier, the CFO of their company had quit unexpectedly, leaving without warning. The board, who'd given him much autonomy with minimal oversight, had complete faith in his financial decisions.

They offered Becky the CFO position right before our trip, giving her little time to prepare. On their return, and her review of the company's finances for the last five years, she discovered that he'd been falsifying reports and diverting millions into personal accounts. The CEO and board decided to hide the issue rather than report it and pursue legal action. As the new CFO, she faced the difficult decision between taking the position and watching the company suffer or alerting others and letting the board take responsibility.

Despite my suggestion of the latter, Becky believed she could save the firm by making swift adjustments. Shari mentioned there was something else bothering her, though they discussed it as it wasn't about her family or Kurt. This frustration was too heavy to ignore; she'd spoken about her stress following their lengthy post-breakdown conversation.

We took a lake/river cruise to view and learn about the historic castles and villas lining Lake Lucerne's shores. Breakfast and lunch were provided on this trip, and we were to be back at the pier by 3. If all went well, everyone would be safely reunited by 4:15 p.m.

The cruise arrived five minutes late. I began worrying that our elaborate planning was falling apart. Just as Shari caught sight of Kurt, I held her back, warning her to gather her belongings. Kurt, running after Becky, instructed me to quickly prepare. As I nodded and breathed deeply, Kurt passed me a small velvet box.

Back at the villa, Becky headed straight for the bathroom announcing an urgent need while Kurt followed closely behind. I led Shari away from the door and towards the stone wall overlooking the valley. She gazed at the nearby castles, unaware that I'd knelt beside her. She didn't realize the veranda had filled with guests until she saw the box in my hand.

With a warm smile, I recounted how we'd developed a strong bond since meeting. From the start of our relationship, I'd felt ease and comfort around her, freeing me from the fear of misunderstanding. I also spoke about my initially set belief of never marrying again but now wished for companionship instead.

I had decided to propose during this trip because it offered the perfect opportunity. Shari couldn't stop staring at me and the velvet box, oblivious to the crowd witnessing our engagement on the veranda.

Me: So, I asked Shari, "Are you willing to complete me and agree to marry me as soon as we can?" I opened the box; the afternoon sun caught it just right and the ring shined with all its faceted brilliance. When she saw the stunning ring, Shari gasped and began trembling with excitement, saying "Yes, yes, yes." Excited, I removed the ring from the box and placed it gently on her finger. She remained fixated on the ring for a few moments, then wrapped her arms around my neck. The onlookers cheered in excitement. Shari was taken aback by the realization that there were around a dozen people present.

We exchanged hugs and kisses from everyone. Shari knew most of them, but only four. I knew everyone except for one person in the group. I introduced Shari to my children, Molly and John Jr. They introduced us to their respective girlfriends, Becky and Kurt. The girls cooed over the ring I had chosen. I humbly credited my friends Becky and Kurt for helping me select the ring. The wait staff had set out food trays and various bottles of wine and local beers, discreetly moving away. I introduced my kids to my circle of friends. John had also met one of my friends, Jim, as they're both in the tech industry. Molly and Megan, Shari's former college friend, knew of Jan and her impressive athletic legacy.

We all dined, splitting into groups to eat. Shari and I were seated at the large table with the children. I noticed that Miko had purposely sat next to Shari. I didn't think much of it. Afterwards, John brought up whether Billie was of age. I laughed, admitting her actual age and how she loved playing the "Lolita" role. Shari confirmed their ages and they shared how they met.

I divulged that it was through a group of mutual friends and started attending their parties. A few months after my wife's passing, I began seeking emotional and sexual fulfillment. A friend, on the fringe of this group, convinced me to go with them to a party. I hit it off with most of them and participated in more of their gatherings, sometimes with a date and sometimes without.

Shari came along to one of their parties and we became friends. We progressed to dating and, finally, marriage. Molly joked that I had a specific "type", implying that, had Shari been twenty years older, I would have fallen for her too, which garnered a playful elbow from Meg. John shared a similar story, admitting he was keen on finding a partner like his mother. He had enquired about trans relationships and matched with Miko on a dating app. They met and their relationship progressed rapidly through lunches at work and dinners afterward.

We queried if they would share their story. John began by explaining that, after only a few months of dating, things were getting serious. He mentioned that he hadn't been content with his dating life in Japan, as Japanese women seemed too demure and submissive to him. He preferred strength and confidence in a partner, reminiscent of his mother's qualities. Miko shared her background, having a grandfather who was a black American soldier based in Japan during the Vietnam War. It made her growing up a bit easier compared to her mother's struggles. Miko's mother had secured a job at an American company, with the help of her dual citizenship, and met another Japanese American who also had a similar history, falling in love. Miko was born soon after a brief pregnancy and a fast wedding. From her childhood, she knew that she wasn't the boy they attempted to raise her to be. She tried to engage in activities that boy her age would, but she never excelled. Privacy provided her opportunity to do what girls her age did, but her father outed her once he found her stockpile of "girlie" items when she was twelve years old, a bewildering and confused youngster.

Her father's reaction caused a considerable amount of pain, confusion, and doubt in her mind. She explained how she felt like this even before her discovery.

Miko was taken to a counselor by her mother, against her father's wishes. The counselor initially thought the issue was Miko's dark skin, like her mother had experienced, but soon realized that things had changed over time. These days, Tokyo had enough mixed-race people that Miko's skin color wasn't unusual. What did draw attention was Miko's attempts to make her breasts larger using a breast pump from the neighbor's trash and binding her growing dick to try to stop it.

As Miko started receiving the counseling she needed, things became easier for her. Her father was hesitant about her decision to transition, but he was also proud of her achievements at work. Their relationship was strained, though. He loved her but had trouble understanding why she wanted to live her life as a lie. He couldn't grasp that living as her real self was the deception in Miko's mind.

Throughout the counseling session, Shari held Miko's hand, giving her a loving hug when she realized. Molly and Meg also stood up to hug her. John remarked that if he and Miko couldn't work things out, he would be the one everyone would blame. Molly playfully punched him, saying he was an easy target for these kinds of jokes.

Jim then interrupted, suggesting that they all join the party happening inside. It was starting to rain, but Jim's timing, as usual, was impeccable. They went inside, filled their drinks, took the food to the kitchen, and resettled in front of a fire. Shari admired her ring, which was catching light from the flames, and Molly noticed too, patting me on the back and praising me for doing a good job.

Jim addressed the group, explaining that he had been shopping around their game from the island to businesses focused on marketing that type of product. He had made some changes, dividing it into two separate games. One, called The TaskMaster I, was for 2-6 players, while the original, The TaskMaster Plus, was for up to 20 players. He felt that the first one would be more affordable for less adventurous people.

He handed out envelopes to each of us, explaining that this was our share of the advance on the game and that royalties would follow once the games hit the market. Kurt showed Becky her check, and she excitedly hugged Jim while crying. The other kids and their partners were clueless about what was going on.

I told them that I would explain later, while Kurt informed everyone that Becky had been having issues at work, which would no longer be a problem when they returned home. Jim answered questions about The TaskMaster, its improvements, and how long until it hit the market. John kept pressing for details about the game, and Molly started asking too. Finally, I suggested that if everyone was okay with it, I'd reveal the true purpose of the monthly meetings to my kids. Jan, Jim, Jan, and the others all agreed, as long as we promised to keep it within the family.

I then revealed that the monthly meetings weren't just for eating, drinking, and chatting; we spent most of the time having sex with each other. With 30 couples at some parties and 10-15 couples at others, we were the core members and the others came and went. The kids pretended to be surprised that their dad was a sexual person who attended monthly orgies, but they might have known more than they let on.

I continued, explaining that we had played a game on the island with Jim, Jan, and others and acted as beta testers for a new invention. We gave our approval, and Jim promised us all a cut if it ever hit the market. John whistled when he saw the check Jan had given me.

As the evening progressed, fatigue began to set in and some people were starting to feel the impacts of jet lag. Yawns spread around the room. Becky approached Molly and John to inform them that there would be an extra room available for them if they wanted it, considering their earlier request to share a room. They expressed their gratitude but said they had a lot to catch up on and intended to stay awake all night.

Billie had spent most of the night next to Kurt, while Becky was all over Jim and Jan after the check distribution. Our sleeping arrangements had already been finalized, as I was informed that Shari and I would be alone that night. The kids and their partners wished everyone goodnight and left for their slumber party. Kurt and Becky exchanged goodbyes and left with their respective partners. This left Shari and me to retire to bed as an engaged couple for the first time.

Following tradition, Sharih took the bathroom first for her bedtime rituals. Afterward, she emerged, well-groomed and fresh-faced. I found her just as attractive without makeup. I was also pleased to discover that tonight would be a night of sleeping naked. I rushed to get ready and went to join my fiancée in bed. She was staring at her ring once again.

I remarked that I wouldn't be willing to become a second option for her affections just for a shiny rock. She joked that I should've picked a less beautiful ring, as women are often captivated by pretty, sparkling things. She then climbed on top of me, tracing her nails across my skin, causing goose bumps all over my body. Her attention focused on my nipples, one of which became noticeably aroused. Shari then moved her body along my torso until that particular goose bump found its desired warmth. I slipped into her prepared anus.

I reached forward to caress her breasts and play with her nipples. Her nails left marks on my chest as she rocked back and forth on my penis. Her anus squeezed me tightly. She pushed my hands to her stomach and leaned back to allow deeper access to her prostate. I used her leaking pre-cum to stroke her erect penis. Just as her orgasm was approaching, she stopped herself from screaming, and spurted cum onto my face in several bursts. The rest weakly made it to my chest. Her body remained stiff as she weathered the orgasm. When she relaxed, I rolled her over and, while holding her legs high in the air, thrust into her anus again. She wiggled her ass against me, causing me to climax and fill her anus with my semen.

After collapsing onto the bed beside Shari, I pulled her close. Our physical desires met, we lay next to each other and talked.

Shari only wanted a small wedding with close friends and family, a proposal I accepted. She desired a laid-back catered reception, possibly even food trucks. The honeymoon could be postponed, but instead, she suggested we spend a few days in Stockholm to visit Molly and Meg, then on to Tokyo to see John and Miko. She believed we should prioritize spending time with my children, even though she would be a stepmother. She felt it was important for me to be more involved in their lives.

Despite not yet determining a wedding date, Shari assured me it would happen in the next few months. The only other undecided matter was where we would live. Just as we were discussing this, sleep claimed both of us.

I stirred to the sound of light tapping on our door, noticing it was 5:30. In response to my groggy "yes?" John clarified it was them and asked if we were awake. To give us a few more minutes, I murmured "yes" and allowed Shari to take over as host. They had brought coffee as a nice token for their early visit.

I cleaned myself up and joined them. Each person had claimed a seat or perch while saving one for me. Apologizing for my early morning arrival, they clarified that they hadn't slept at all and would be leaving in the early afternoon. I replied that it wasn't a problem unless they wanted to dissuade Shari and me from getting married. Molly joked, "Oh, Dad, you're happier than you've been in years, and you forget who I work for." Her statement caught me off guard.

She proceeded to explain that most of the group, including her own friends, had passed her scrutiny long ago. Molly even added that Shari's glowing reports about me days after we started seeing each other were the clincher.

They then asked if Shari and I had decided on the details of our wedding. Shari shared her vision: a modest, private ceremony with close friends and family. A casual reception followed, either catered or featuring food trucks and a DJ. Nothing lavish. Though a specific date wasn't set yet, it was clear we wanted to move things forward within a few months.

The group's children all nodded in agreement. John asked if we would consider a few adjustments. Curious, I inquired about the proposed alterations. Directing his question towards Shari, he suggested planning more extravagant weddings. Excited, John and the others, even Molly and Megan, wanted to have all three weddings take place simultaneously, forming a shared celebration.

Molly reminisced about the fact that we had all allowed each other the freedom to live and make our own choices since their mother's passing. Now that we seemed to be drawing closer, they thought it best to unite our families. Molly and Megan had been talking about their own wedding plans for over a year. Working in Stockholm, their relationship faced few challenges due to European attitudes towards same-sex relationships. Additionally, recent government changes legalized same-sex marriages previously forbidden by old laws.

John noted his relationship with Miko wasn't as long as Molly and Megan's but the place they called home made their bond easier to establish. Miko's family accepted her and, upon meeting John, her grandmother expressed her joy. Her fluency in Japanese and knowledge of customs enhanced her bond with them.

I inquired if Shari and I could have a moment alone to discuss this. Once in the bathroom, we talked about their proposal. Shari explained how thrilled she was by their acceptance of her, insisting on participating in this shared family event. I praised her for her kindness and consideration, admitting I felt ecstatic knowing she was prepared to share her special day with my children, even though she had just met them.

Shari opened the bathroom door, her excitement obvious. She embraced each of them and announced her desire to have a triple wedding honoring all our relationships. She admitted having thought of marrying me one day but later in life. Shari then revealed her plans for our wedding: a religious service. Miko revealed that her family was Christian since her grandfather's generation. All of us shared a faith, although we were not active in church, but now comfortably accepted their request. Shari added that a friend and coworker of hers was a licensed minister and would be honored to perform the ceremonies. John's concern about needing a translator for their Japanese guest was addressed with a solution: we had a friend who could help.

Shari told everyone that she required contact details for each person and also needed to know who would make decisions regarding needs and preferences for the ceremony, party, and the smaller details that would come up. Megan and Miko were picked as the decision-makers, pushing John and Molly into more of a groom's role.

Somebody's stomach rumbled loudly and soon everyone heard it. We all went to the kitchen to fill our hungry stomachs.

When I mentioned that we all became more relaxed after I informed kids about our monthly orgies, that comfort lasted till the morning. We were gathered around the table, consuming more coffee and working our way through a massive pan of sweet rolls when Billie walked into the kitchen, naked. She greeted us, poured three cups of coffee, and went back to the bedroom. We all looked at each other, and giggled. John commented that in Japan, he found it difficult to determine age for some people, but he wanted to check her driver's license to make sure she was more than 15.

About twenty minutes later, they all exited the bedroom, properly dressed (except for Billie, of course, wearing a Hello Kitty cropped shirt and matching panties). The others emerged a few minutes later, better clothed.

As everyone started to wake up, Shari gathered everyone and mentioned that instead of one wedding, there would be three. The children received congratulations and hugs. Provided with breakfast, plans were shared, desires voiced, and some things expressed that were not wanted. Molly, despite her efforts to stay positive, sensed the possibility of scrutinized guest lists and potential issues.

We reassured her that although our group was involved in immoral and sinful sexual activities, illegal drugs, and sexual perversions, none of them would be allowed. None of us could think of a potential guest who may cause problems. Molly reassured us that a probable list would be provided soon. John inquired about visas for Miko's wider family, to which Molly stated there would be no issues.

As the time approached where the kids had to travel to the airport, I had the chance to warmly welcome Miko as a new member to the family. Megan, although part of it since her college days, I was happy about their official union. I also learned that weekly calls with the family would be switched to video calls, and if the timing worked out, we'd all participate.

Since the rest of the group wasn't leaving till the following morning, we drove into town. The girls went shopping while the boys tried drinking at the pub. Kurt suggested that with my kids returning home, we should take it easy and save it for later that night. He was right in anticipating my prediction later that night in the villa with numerous packages and bags emptying. As the staff was sent home for the evening, we paired off or combined into threesomes.

I need to clarify that Billie came and seated me in a large comfortable chair, Kurt, Becky, and Chuck occupied a couch, and Jim, Shari, and Jan were on the other couch. Billie straddled me, took off my shirt, and told me that I was now getting my turn for the pleasure she received on the island. Swaying up to me, she whispered all the things she'd do to me as she slowly traveled her way down my body.

Upon getting up to remove our clothes, she returned and continued this self-planned initiative. When she reached her goal, she exploded with heated nerves, and her mouth engulfed my rock-hard cock. Arms under my legs, she hoisted them up and out. Leaving my cock exposed from her mouth, she switched to her favored task, suckling on my balls, taking one then the other into her mouth. Moving down, her tongue found my ass and lit up those nerves with every touch as well.

She lowered me down, stood, turned her back to me, and grasped my cock in her hand. Kneeling, she held my dick steady, and lowered herself, filling her wet pussy with my hard shaft. She played with my balls while riding me, and could tell when my muscles tightened. Using her hands, she gathered the fluids leaking from her pussy, lubed her ass, switched positions, and took me into her slickened ass.

The drastically different tightness instantly pushed me over the edge, and I pumped cum inside her. I pulled her back to my chest, and with one hand expressed and stimulated her nipples while the other fiddled with her hardened clit. Her muscles remained tensed and held my limp penis in her until I was completely flaccid.

I glided off from behind her buttocks, but continued to keep her close against me. We simply lay there snuggling for a couple of minutes, observing the others. Kurt, Becky, and Chuck were involved in a train, with Becky attempting to take as much of Chuck's gargantuan cock into her mouth while he pulled on Kurt's pleasant-sized dick. Kurt had his face deep within Becky's vagina. From the noises coming from their part of the room, they were all getting close.

On the other side of the room, Jan was on top of Jim, sixty-nine with him, while Shari was behind her, thrusting from behind. Every six or seven thrusts, she would withdraw from Jan's vagina and drive her dick into Jim's mouth together with Jan's engorged clit. I was still resting my hand on Billie's mound, and my fingers were nearly on her clit. I could sense her react every time Shari thrust again. I started applying slight pressure every time Shari pushed forward. We had the ideal angle to watch and could see that cock disappear into Jan's vagina each time.

I could tell that Shari was approaching climax, so I increased the pressure on Billie's clit with each of Shari's thrusts forward. By the time we heard Shari moan out that she was cumming, I already had three fingers inside her, and was rewarded with them becoming coated with juices, and Billie came with Shari and Jan.

That evening, we all went to our respective bedrooms with our respective partners. Those leaving the next day were leaving relatively early, but we would be up to see them off. Shari was still feeling in command and desired to be the big spoon that night, which I had no problem with. Especially, when woken up with her hardness attempting to penetrate me. It didn't happen very often, though it did happen. I was uneasy when she woke me up with a kiss instead. Jim, Jan, Billie and Chuck were on their way to the airport, so we needed to say goodbye.

After assisting them on their way back home, and having a light breakfast of scones and coffee, Shari and Becky went off to a corner to start with wedding plans while Kurt and I went out to the terrace for male chit-chat. I fetched a large telescope from a corner in the living room and took it out with us. Kurt and I took turns browsing the lakeshore with the telescope and conversed. He informed me that Becky had her resignation letter prepared and would be turning it in the day after we returned, and it was effective immediately. He expressed that he would be going with her to the office to assist her in packing her belongings.

She had commenced writing to all the relevant authorities to report the company for concealing the embezzlement. She had access to all the records and documentation on her computer at home and would submit everything before they could delete it from the system.

I was looking at a small beach house on the shore that seemed to be hosting a sizeable assembly of youngsters on vacation. The girls, who were wearing bikinis, just as well could have not been wearing any, and most of the guys were naked or donned only tiny speedos which revealed everything. I locked the scope and allowed Kurt to have a look.

We remarked that it was not nearly as secluded as our spot, but none of those kids seemed to care. Young, indestructible, and living their best lives. Kurt stated that he wished he and Becky had explored the delights of the swinging scene much earlier in their relationship. They had experienced problems and issues in the early years of their marriage. However, their love was strong enough that when both opened up to each other about their genuine needs and desires in life, they found that although they truly loved each other deeply, and their love life was excellent, they both desired more.

It had taken them several years of experimentation, but they had by chance found this group and were happier than they had ever been in their relationship. With Becky's work stress vanishing, he felt the sky was the limit for them.

Our taking turns looking through the telescope without ever moving it caught the attention of the girls. They came out to join us on the terrace. Becky walked straight to the scope and examined what captivated us. She watched for several minutes before turning it over to Shari to see. She watched for several minutes before inquiring if our little Lolita wasn't enough for us over the past couple of nights.

Kurt went to take his turn and commented that perusing the menu was allowed after ordering and, furthermore, he was confident that the two of us would be delighted to wear out a few of those considerably younger men down there too. Becky inquired if we should invite them up or simply go and join them down there. We teased back and forth about four middle-aged perverts interacting with twenty to thirty twenty-something-year-olds, and who would surrender first.

While we all took turns watching the growing orgy on the lakeshore, Shari briefed us on her and Becky's accomplishments that morning. They'd chosen five potential dates and checked four venues for availability. The two had compiled a comprehensive list of things to research and evaluate. Shari praised Becky for her organizational abilities and forward-thinking planning.

We spent the day just lounging around the villa. A watchful eye was kept on the party happening at the lakeshore – it had escalated into a wild orgy now. Becky directed us all toward the telescope and urged us to check out the guy on the far end of the deck. Kurt let out a low whistle, Shari gasped in shock, and I could only exclaim "Oh My God." This man appeared older than most of the group, and his mammoth cock dangled to his knees. Several girls gathered around him, trading feels of their breasts for strokes of his massive dick. I felt sorry for those girls who attempted to accommodate his monstrous member, but I was certain that he'd find takers.

We had a reservation for a Michelin-starred restaurant in Lucerne that evening, and the attire was formal. The girls went into the room to prepare themselves. Kurt and I suited up, but we decided to go all out and ordered tuxedos for us as well. Once we were all dressed, the ladies emerged from their metamorphosis.

Becky donned a powder blue gown with a cleavage-baring neckline that exposed her navel. The bodice only stretched low enough to prevent any immodesty, exuding just the right amount of confidence. Falling below her knees, the skirt had an opening on one side, ending at mid-hip. Her blonde hair had been curled and styled like she never wore it before; the image of her reminded me of the iconic Farrah Fawcett posters I'd encountered in my youth. Peeking through the fabric were her prominent nipples. Her stilettos emphasized her already stunning legs.

Shari, in turn, exerted her own glamour. Her fiery auburn tresses were styled in cascading waves, the most beautiful hairstyle I'd ever witnessed. Her willowy green gown was an ideal match for her hair, which framed her delightful countenance. The top of the dress rode off her shoulders, supported by straps hanging around her arms. The question remained as to how the dress stayed up, as her breasts appeared incredibly close to tumbling out. The dress exhibited yet another slit, only this time, it was in the center of her torso, highlighting her shapely waistline. Shari's display showcased her long, shapely legs; she took a pose and then slowly rotated, playfully showing off her leg before revealing that the back of the dress was entirely missing, exposing a tantalizing glimpse of her curvy lower body.

The tuxedos lent an air of sophistication, as if we were characters in a James Bond film. Patrons swung their eyes in the women's direction when they entered the restaurant, as if expecting celebrities to grace their establishment. The staff treated us like VIPs. The chef even came to check if ours was a satisfactory dining experience. The ladies basked in the compliments and did not miss their cue, as they enjoyed the stares from others. Kurt and I proudly walked alongside them, acting as their arm candy. The meal we had was, without a doubt, one of the most delicious I'd ever enjoyed, seasoned and cooked to perfection.

I couldn't help but notice a table with three men who still kept an eye on us even after the others had resumed their conversations. I recognized one of the men in that group as the CFO who'd pocketed money from the business Becky now managed. He apparently wanted to remain covert. As he whispered something to Becky, he reminded her not to look, implying that he feared he might be traced.

After devouring the remaining bottle of wine, we forgone dessert, settled the bill, and left the restaurant. Acting drunk, the girls had no intention of concealing their inebriation, even in a crowded dining establishment. Two out of the three bottles of wine were finished, and their limp, clinging dresses failed to conceal their previous activities.

Upon returning to the villa, we discovered that the bounty from the numerous shopping trips were simply too much to pack into our suitcases. One of the staff was dispatched to purchase another suitcase to accommodate all the goodies.

Despite a two-hour flight delay and a detour around a massive storm with some turbulence, we arrived home safely. Our friends quickly learned of our triumph, and we spent numerous hours replying to texts, phone calls, and emails, praising our accomplishment. My initiative was successful, enabling me to work less. Shari's job, however, remained mostly unchanged. Kurt, on the other hand, resumed his usual activities. However, it was Becky who stirred quite a ruckus and bolted out the door.

Kurt accompanied her to the office when she submitted her resignation. Frequent interruptions during her packing from curious individuals made her feel no need to answer their queries. Kurt stood by outside the CEO's office when she went in carrying her resignation letter and a pack she had emailed to law enforcement agencies. He remained silent as she yelled once he read the letter's initial page.

Becky anticipated this reaction and simply walked out of his office. However, Kurt, who was 6 inches taller and weighed 75 pounds more than him, blocked his way as he yelled. Kurt didn't utter a word, but merely gestured for him to return to his desk and quiet down.

Becky dedicated the following three days to처음으로 놀라운 모습을 보이는 field as inquiries from investigators and regulators flooded in, and she answered all their questions and scheduled meetings/interviews. By the end of day three, she pleaded with Shari to go check out potential wedding venues, so she could escape the chaos she had created. Shari happily consented, as she too began missing her old life.

I utilized my newfound freedom to search for the ideal house for me and Shari. One day, Jim inquired about my progress. I disclosed that I had viewed a couple but felt they were overpriced, and neither were located in great neighborhoods. He then proposed I come view one with him, and I gladly accepted.

I met him at his home, expecting we'd embark on a search journey. Instead, he requested I shut off my car and join him. I explained I'd seen no houses for sale in this area. He clarified it wasn't yet on the market, but would be soon. We proceeded down the block to a stately brick house with a three-car garage and an additional garage at the back.

Upon arriving, we were welcomed by a middle-aged man, visibly recouping from a three-day drinking binge. Jim extended a handshake and introduced us. Clint was thrilled to show us around the house. There were four bedrooms upstairs with two bathrooms and a massive bonus room above the garage. The main floor contained the luxurious master suite, which led to a pool and hot tub. A complete kitchen, great room, dining room, and half a bath were available on this floor as well, along with a patio opening out to the pool. An outdoor kitchen and bar were situated at the rear of the house.

The basement was partially finished, housing a home gym, two more bedrooms ideal for home offices, and an extra bathroom. The far end of the basement contained a reinforced door leading to a storm shelter/safe room below the garage and an emergency exit door outside. The pool was smaller than Jim's, but featured a hot tub at the close end of the house. A fully equipped workshop and built-in car lift occupied the extra garage in the back.

Clint was embroiled in a protracted and bitter divorce and intended to sell the house for the remaining mortgage amount. Not that he was angry, but it seemed he sold it to inflict some retribution on his soon-to-be ex. I arranged for Shari to see the house and instructed Clint not to contact a real estate agent until we had an opportunity to tour the property.

Everything was fine in the world. Becky and Shari were enthusiastically planning the wedding. I worked when I desired or when they requested my expertise to tackle an issue. My offspring maintained better communication, and Shari was getting close with Megan and Miko as they discussed wedding arrangements. Becky adored Clint's house, and we were working out the details to acquire it. The house's seclusion there intrigued her, especially with Jim and Jan residing nearby.

Let's get this wedding launched!

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