Ken proposed a few months before Barb's 21st birthday. They were on Ken's boat, enjoying an unusually hot Summer day. She kept jumping in the water to cool off, and Ken wondered if she was working on her dive technique or testing the bikini's ability to stay on her body. Her tan had reached its peak weeks ago, and her all-over golden color contrasted well with her bright coral orange, sheer-when-wet, string bikini.
Unlike the past few trips to the lake, this time it was just her and Ken. She felt something must have been on his mind all morning, as he wasn't very talkative. When he got down on one knee and produced a small jewelry box, she thought he was joking. When he opened the box and asked her those magic words, she knew he was serious. She accepted without hesitation, and it made for some of the best sex she'd ever had with Ken - on the boat and in view of anyone looking in their direction, no less - non-stop for over an hour. She wondered if Ken even noticed her bleached butt hole, and felt stupid for letting Bethany talk her into it.
The proposal made for a quiet ride home that afternoon, though. She looked at the ring the entire drive back to her Aunt Dori's house. It was pretty. Not too big, not too small, but very elegant. Definitely not fake, though, and definitely something he picked out with her in mind. She wore it all the way to the side door to Dori's house, and then placed it back in the jewelry box.
Barb wasn't sure how her parents would react. Ken didn't ask permission from her father, and Barb said that would have to happen if she was going to have a 'real' wedding. They also didn't know where they were going to live because Ken shared a house - what Barb considered a small mansion - with two roommates. The house was paid for, left to him by his parents that died years prior, but he didn't think it would go over well to abruptly ask his roommates to move out after living there for the past few years. Ken decided to hold off on kicking them out until they found somewhere else to live that was about the same price as the rent they were paying him. In the meantime, if Barb moved in with Ken, his roommates would undoubtedly see her as the resident living fuck doll, to which she would have no complaints. She liked Ken's roommates, and Barb was no stranger to their cocks. They apparently liked her, too, as they'd always ask Ken if they could fuck her whenever she spent the weekend at his house. As long as Barb said yes, then Ken said yes.
But, Ken and Barb realized her parents would want to visit wherever they lived together while engaged, and two well-hung roommates walking around half - or completely - naked wouldn't go over well. At least, not with Barb's dad.
Barb had developed some lesbian tendencies toward (her now BFF) Bethany shortly after Bethany fucked Ken for the first time. And, she even developed some incestuous tendencies with her Aunt Dori that same weekend. But, she preferred a nice, big dick... specifically, Ken's big dick. And, she preferred Ken. She loved him. Not just for his body, but for who he was. And, as luck would have it, Ken felt the same way about Barb. Fortunately, Ken didn't get Bethany pregnant while she wasn't on birth control. Bethany got on the pill a month later, but Ken was reluctant to come inside her pussy, again. Barb thought her Aunt Dori's pussy, however, always tasted like Ken's come. She meant to talk to him about that.
Barb accepted Ken fucking other women as much as he accepted her fucking other men. She trusted him, and even let him fuck girls or women she didn't know about when she wasn't around, as long as he promised to tell her about it later. Ken always did, sometimes hours later while he was fucking Barb. Barb asked him not to shower after fucking someone else she knew - as long as it wasn't anal - and she would guess who it was when she sucked his cock afterward. She didn't mind tasting her own ass, but she drew the line at tasting anyone else's ass. Aunt Dori, however, didn't seem to mind.
Barb found herself in several very surreal relationships, in an equally surreal world. So far, all of it had been good.
Sex with Ken was never boring, and never would be. He was financially secure, handsome, and treated her well. How could she say no to a marriage proposal, let alone wait? She couldn't, and didn't. She wasn't sure why it was so important to Ken, just the fact that it was something he wanted made her take it seriously.
They opted for a Justice-of-the-Peace wedding at the county courthouse, and were married days later without anyone else knowing. Barb continued to live with her Aunt, while Ken let his roommates be roommates. He eventually helped them find a house on the other side of town, but it wasn't going to be vacant for another 6 months. He discussed his "engagement" with his roommates, and unsurprisingly, they were happy for him. Although disappointed they would have to move out of his nice house, their mood brightened further when Ken told them that he would call them whenever Barb was in the mood for a 'moresome.'
Knowing their timeline, Ken and Barb decided to set up a dinner where Ken could ask Barb's parents for permission to marry her. This time, dinner was at Aunt Dori's, and once again, Ken was the perfect gentleman. Barb's dad had no reservations about giving his permission, but surprisingly, her mom was hesitant.
"But you're so young," Barb's mom started. "Don't you want to travel a bit, see the world, go out and do things?"
Barb knew that was her mom's way of saying, "Go have sex with a lot of guys before settling on just one."
"It's okay, mom," Barb answered. "I can still travel, see the world, and go out and do things after I'm married."
And that was it. Barb's parents gave their blessing, and a wedding date was set for six months later.
As Barb's 21st birthday approached, Ken asked her what she'd like to do. She moved closer to him on the couch in Aunt Dori's living room and ran a bare foot up and down his shin.
Barb thought for awhile, and then realized she didn't have to pretend to be a hot wife. She could actually be one, now that she was married. She wasn't sure how to proceed, though. "Let me think about it," Barb said, and undid Ken's pants.
After breakfast, Barb sat across from Ken at Dori's kitchen table, looking at him sweetly.
"Remember that dive bar we went to a little over a year ago?" Barb asked.
"The one where everyone was trying to finger your wet pussy while you played pool?" Ken said.
"And the one where I got stupidly drunk and practically pissed on myself in the bar," Barb added.
"How can I forget?" Ken smiled. "You want to go back?"
"Did you know any of those guys?" Barb asked.
"I knew a few of them, yeah," Ken said. "Why?"
"Were you planning on letting them fuck me that night?" Barb asked.
"I thought about it," Ken said. "But then you were too drunk to know what was happening, so I had to call it off."
"I bet they were pissed," Barb grinned.
"Are you kidding?" Ken said. "They were ready fuck you with or without my permission."
"Were you worried?" Barb asked.
"Not really," Ken said. "I know the bar owner. He was going to let it happen as long as he got a blowjob out of it, but then he saw things were going South, and made sure nothing happened that I didn't want to happen."
"But what about his blowjob?" Barb asked.
"He'll be happy to call in his raincheck," Ken smiled. "Even if that was well over a year ago. I'm sure he won't forget the 19 year-old that was trying to look ten or twenty years older so she wouldn't get carded."
"And the other guys?" Barb asked, pouting her lips.
"The other guys will play nice, or they won't play at all," Ken said, standing up and unbuttoning his jeans for the second time that morning. "But, they're energetic, with a lot of stamina. Once they get started, they won't stop for at least a few hours. And... if you're getting fucked in the bar, you'll be expected to swallow to cut down on the mess," Ken said, only half-serious.
"Well, as long as they taste okay, that shouldn't be a problem," Barb said, getting down to her knees.
"It would be a lot of come," Ken said as Barb stroked his manhood.
"You know me... I'm a 'lot of come' kind of girl," Barb said as she looked up and took the head of Ken's large dick in her mouth.
At 5'4" and 135 lbs., Barb found it easy to make any of her clothes work for a given occasion. She had put on an extra 5 lbs. over the past year, but she was sure it was mostly muscle.
Like her Aunt Dori, Barb had boobs big enough to fill a D cup, but preferred a C cup, or not wearing a bra at all. Where Aunt Dori's breasts had started to sag a bit over the past decade, Barb's tits were still very firm. Barb's shape seemed to compliment itself with her narrow waist, flat stomach, and wider than average hips. Also like her Aunt Dori, she had pretty feet, shapely calves, muscular thighs, and a perfectly round, slightly big, attention-getting butt. Her boobs kept Barb from continuing in gymnastics when she was younger, but made for a short interview as a hotwings restaurant waitress after moving in with her Aunt Dori. Her rock-hard gymnast thighs and legs had relaxed a bit since high school, but still maintained a smooth, sexy appearance. Ken's body-building friend, Gunter, certainly seemed to enjoy them.
Barb had kept her hair long when she was in high school, but recently cut it shorter and kept it curled to just below her shoulders. She was a natural blonde, but lightened it in the Summer months before letting it turn almost brunette in the Winter. Ken liked her hair, and would notice whenever she took the time to do something different with it, even if it was just putting it in a ponytail.
Barb had included a jeweled metal butt plug as part of her regular date-night attire whenever she was around Ken for the past 13 months, but wanted to keep that between them. According to her Aunt - who seemed to be an expert on the subject - it was important to maintain just the right balance of being accessible but not loose. Barb felt like her butt hole was there.
"No butt plug needed tonight," Barb whispered. She had been watching what she ate all week, and the pre-shower enema was almost routine at this point. Aunt Dori's recipe was especially a hit with her bestest girlfriend, Bethany, as Barb found Bethany's tongue up her ass almost as much as in her pussy.
She had finished the last of several laser hair removal sessions a week ago, and was still amazed at the result. No bumps. No anything. Just smooth skin, not that Barb was all that hairy to begin with. She appreciated someone going down on her, and hoped they would appreciate the look and feel of her unobstructed sex.
She teased her clit as she showered, sliding her fingers over her smooth mound, but forced herself not to make herself come.
"There'll be plenty of that, later," Barb smiled as she finished scrubbing her body. "I hope."
She used some of the more expensive lotion that Ken had bought her for the occasion, and wondered if the smell would have the same effect on men as it was having on her.
"I smell delicious," Barb thought. "Yes, Ken certainly knows what he's doing." She actually thought about seeing if she could sit on Aunt Dori's face for a few minutes, as that was all it would take. The thought passed, though, when she realized Ken was going to be there in less than thirty minutes.
Ken didn't have a preference of nail polish color, but Barb noticed that his friends seemed to like when she painted her fingernails and toenails a bright red and wore matching red lipstick - not that the lipstick stayed on her lips for long.
"Red nail polish, it is," Barb said as she sat on the toilet in her bathroom.
When she finished with her nails, she dabbed just the barest amount of perfume on her naval, the small of her back, behind her knees, and a little on each collarbone. Her hair was naturally wavy, and even more so when she let it dry naturally. She preferred that nothing needed to be done with her hair, but if she was going to reprise her role as the thirty-something hot wife, she would have to straighten it a bit. She was also going to have to age herself with plenty of make-up. A few days earlier, Bethany had shown Barb how to use make-up to give herself crow's feet wrinkles around her eyes, and old-school applications of eyeliner, eye shadow, and eyebrow pencil. Ten minutes later, she looked ever bit of thirty going on forty trying to look twenty. Bethany's only regret was that she wasn't going to be there to watch.
