Memories, marriage and more
Scorpius1945
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Author's notes:
1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily either condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk.
2. All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living person is purely coincidental. The story is purely imaginary and, to the author's knowledge, bears no relationship to any factual occurrence.
3. For those who haven't yet read the previous chapters, I suggest you read them to provide context before continuing with this chapter.
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I lay next to Celeste, arms around my new wife's body, after having made love to her for the first time as her husband. We kissed tenderly, the moon, just past full, rising into the cloudless sky over the ocean, tiny waves lapping gently against the shore. It was such a beautiful location, this clothing optional beach we had chosen for the night, so peaceful. We kissed, then we were re-joined by Margarite, who snuggled in alongside me, kissing and cuddling us both.
"That was very sweet and loving to watch," Margarite said, "I'm so pleased that you guys have allowed me to join your family. Thank you, darlings."
We both kissed her, trying to ensure that even though she was not and could never be part of our marriage union, she knew that she was a treasured, loving and loved partner to us both. It hadn't always been that way, however . . . .
My mind drifted back in time as Celeste cuddled into me and soon her breathing told me she was deeply and contentedly asleep. I remembered the strife we'd had together as Margarite insinuated herself into our relationship, trying to split us apart until we'd managed to rearrange ourselves, our feelings and, at last, our egos to accommodate her presence and her love for us both. I remembered how Celeste had punished her, cutting up her ass with a cane, the results of which were still visible four months later. Margarite had acted as though that was the inevitable price to pay for entry into our relationship, and she appeared happy and grateful that it was all it had cost her.
She had joined Celeste in her business as a call girl and prostitute, my bedroom becoming her bedroom as she entertained clients in our home. This worked well as my work changed somewhat, the main focus becoming the deflowering of 18-year-old virgins. A tough job, but someone had to do it. This was invariably done in the home of the girl and was usually arranged by the girl's parents or mother. Very often the mother had a fear of her beloved daughter being brutally introduced into her sexual life by an unfeeling, uncaring and usually temporary boyfriend. Far better, they realized, to have a sensitive, caring, experienced male to do the introduction, especially as the male in question would never talk of the event and never try to foist his presence on the family after the deed was done. I smiled to myself as I remembered that it didn't always follow the usual game plan.
I'd been booked by Eliza to deflower Sam, her daughter, two days after her 18th birthday. I arrived at the door at the appointed time, thinking this was a great way to spend my Saturday night, and was greeted by Eliza, a stunningly beautiful woman who was informally dressed in a wrap around gown. Her blonde hair tumbled in ringlets around her neck and down the front to just cover the swell of her breasts.
"You must be Hank," she said before I had time to introduce myself, "Come on in. Sam's been on tenterhooks all evening waiting for you to come." She smiled at her very obvious pun as she stepped aside and ushered me through, leaning forward slightly as I passed her so I had to rub my arm against her breasts. She indicated for me to enter the lounge, which I did, and a younger version of Eliza stood from where she was seated on the sofa.
"Hi, Hank, I'm Sam," she said, holding out her hand, which I took in mine, noticing the softness of her pampered skin. She grasped my hand and pulled me to her, embracing me and kissing me sweetly and sexily on the lips.
"Oh, I can see you two will get along just fine," said Eliza, beaming. "I'll make you some lemonade and let you get acquainted."
Sam drew me towards the sofa and pushed me gently to sit down, then she sat on my knee, cuddling her warm, soft body, wrapped in a similar gown to her mother, into mine. This family is certainly not shy in welcoming a stranger, I thought as she leant forward for another kiss, her hand placing mine on her breast as she sighed into my mouth in obvious arousal. I could feel my cock hardening and pressing against her thigh; so could she.
"Is this for me?" she asked, moving her face from mine and looking downwards towards my rising trousers.
"Yes, Sam, all for you," I managed to reply.
"Oh, goody. Can I unwrap it now, please?"
"If it's what I think it is, you can wait until you're in your bedroom," said Eliza as she re-entered with the drinks. Sam gave her a daughterly glare, then took two drinks for us from the tray, placed them on a side table, before continuing her seduction routine.
"For an 18-year-old virgin, you're amazingly forward," I commented, "Are you sure you're still a virgin? Seems like you've got a pretty good routine going and I'll bet mine is not the first knee you've sat on."
Eliza answered before Sam could. "That's the problem. She has a reputation as a cock teaser, which is very unfortunate because it means that guys shy away from her. Nobody even wants to be friendly towards her because she has a huge fear of sex, yet she wants it so bad. I was like that too, so it maybe runs in the family."
"Mom!!" said Sam, glaring at Eliza, "Must you?"
"Yes, I must. Hank needs to know why his services are needed instead of you going out and losing your precious maidenhead like most girls do, in the back of a car or on a park bench. Remember, I've been there too so I know what it's like. I also know that after my father took me in hand and did the deed in a loving manner, it was so much easier. You don't have a father; he ran off with his secretary years ago and good riddance to the philandering sod, so Hank's here in place of him, and he'll do a damn side better job that Pete ever would. So just be grateful and be nice, and remember that tonight's the night; no chickening out at the last minute this time."
Sam hung her head after her Mom's accusatory tirade, then she lay against me, snuggled her head against my neck and sobbed. I felt her soft body pressing against mine, racked by the sobs, and immediately felt sorry for these two women, so damaged and hurt by men, including the man who should have loved and cared for them. I made a vow that I would never leave Celeste like that, never leave a child of mine like that. I gently stroked her long blonde hair and held her tightly until she lay still. Then, with practiced resilience, she sat up and took a sip of her drink, as I did also. She smiled at me and leaned forward. Our lips met in a tender kiss, then the three of us began a more normal conversation, if such was possible while I sat with two gorgeous women, one on my knee, the other seated opposite me with her legs slightly apart, her gown spread enough to allow me to look up her bare inner thighs, almost, but not quite, to her pussy. My intent gaze was interrupted by Sam digging me in the ribs with her elbow.
