“Well pretend that I’m this wonderful woman and try it out on me,” Brie responded with an even more diabolical grin.
I related the situation with my family for a good five minutes. Then I said “I hate swinging and swapping with a passion, I would never even put up with discussing them if I were married, and I suspect that Brenda and Tom may be swingers which concerns me. I absolutely require monogamy if I marry, and I’d want the woman I asked to marry me to understand and agree to it.”
Brie paused for a long while and then said “I understand your position, and if anyone ever was interested in marrying me I’d want the same thing and tell them so.” This time her expression was pensive; I was the one with the diabolical smile.
I pulled Brie up so that she was standing, got down on one knee, pulled out a ring that I had gone shopping for with Michelle who assured me that Brie would love it, and asked her to marry me. She did love the ring, she did say “yes,” and then she insisted on showing me how the Kegelmaster made her pc muscles so strong that she could fuck me to orgasm without me moving at all. When twenty minutes later she had me ejaculating into her pussy without me having done anything but groan in pleasure, I was looking forward to a happy married life.
We wasted no time in getting married; Jack and I split the cost of a small but agreeable affair with my sister Jen as my “best man” and Brenda as the matron of honor and who for the first time that I had seen her in a crowd not trying to be the center of attention. Both of my parents were there at the periphery and I had polite conversations with both of them.
Married life was great for four years. While I didn’t interact with my parents much – although we did see Jen, her husband, and two kids often and enjoyed our time with them – we seemed to do a lot with the Jenkins family. I really liked Michelle, I actually somewhat liked Brenda especially since she never got pissed when I put her in her place, and I learned to tolerate Tom and Jack. They were never going to be my friends, but they rarely irritated me. We actually went on a vacation with the Jenkins clan after Brie and I had been married two years, and then a second time after about four years and three months of wedded bliss. The second trip with the Jenkins clan was to an adult resort with a topless-optional pool and beach. Of course Brenda enthusiastically went topless and talked Brie into it the first two days; Michele was too shy to go topless (damn it!).
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I have no idea why Brie was so into me exercising hard the third day of the second vacation with the Jenkins clan when I would have preferred to just take it easy. She and her sister Brenda, their stepmother Michelle, and Brenda’s husband Tom, challenged me to multiple events – one at a time so that I was exercising four times as hard as any one of them. The events included swimming races, runs, beach volleyball, obstacle courses, and weight sessions; in each case they demanded some sort of handicap. I did give the three women a handicap, but not Tom. I admit that I enjoyed looking at the three women’s tight bodies in the exercise clothes that they wore, and that is probably the only thing that kept me going. By the end of the day I was exhausted and wondered why while on vacation I had agreed to their contests.