While Jessica was being made love to by Mike after they became engaged, Jennifer and Carl were talking about the sudden turn of events in their hotel room.

"Did you know about any of this Jen?" Carl questioned. "To be honest sweety, I had no clue. On the one hand, it's nice to know that he was sincere when he told me that he saw Jessica as his wife one day,, but I didn't expect he would propose for at least another five years and that was only if they were still together." "I'm glad they're holding off on the actual marriage, but man, these last couple of years have been a real whirlwind for her." "You can say that again honey. It was nice hearing him say all those things about Jessica, but Jesus! I never would have expected THAT!" "I'm going to have to blame it on you, Jen," Carl laughed. "Me?" Jennifer chuckled. "Yeah! If you hadn't made such a beautiful daughter this wouldn't have happened!" Carl jokingly added. "God, my pregnancy with her was so hard. I'm surprised you didn't divorce me with all the mood swings I had." "You were too pretty to give up on Jen," Carl said tongue in cheek. "Shit, did you see all those mooks in the restaurant when they saw you walk in? I wonder how their food tasted with drool all over it." "Come here you beautiful man," Jennifer said, kissing him and reaching down to stroke his cock through his pants.

"Hey my little bluebird, why don 't you take that thing off so I can get a better look at you?" Carl implored. "Okay baby, but don't drool on the rug," she winked. "Well, I might drool but it won't be from my mouth," Carl cracked. "Now THAT I will be more than willing to clean up," she leered. "Well, I think I might have some for you to clean up now!" he wisened. "Your command is my wish," she pleasantly shot back, going to her knees and pulling his pants down to his ankles. She took his semi-erect cock into her mouth and held it there while she tried to suck as hard as she could on it. "Oh fuck! Jesus Jen, you're unbeatable!" he moaned as she began to slide her lips over his organ, feeling it expand on her tongue. She slurped and sucked while gently rolling his balls in her lefthand. "Oh fuckin A, Jen, oooh, seriously, that's good, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," he repeated, feeling his balls becoming heavier. She flipped her tongue upward to force his cock against the roof of her mouth before pulling off of it to lap at the shaft and suck on the sides of it to tease him. She reinserted it into her mouth and bobbed her head as hard as she could while increasing the pressure on his shaft with her lips, Carl blowing his load into his wife's soft, wet mouth with a massively loud grunt. She collected it on her tongue trying not to taste it and showed it to him very briefly before swallowing it. "You know, for a chick from the island, you give pretty good head!" Carl gently ridiculed. "You know, for a guy from Brooklyn, you have a pretty big dick!" she countered.

"Come on babe, take that thing off" Carl pleaded. Jennifer unzipped her cheongsam and pulled it off, leaving her in just her bra, panties and thigh high stockings. "Fuckin' A Jen!. If I was a pimp you could make me enough to retire in a week!" "Thanks sweety. It's nice to know that at my age you still think I'm hot." "Hon, a lot of the execs at our company have had affairs, but not me. They don't make many women like you. If I'm going to die I want to be on top of you when I do it like how Rockefeller croaked it." "Just don't shit on me, okay honey?" That put Carl into hysterics. "Fuckin' A, Jen, who says women aren't funny?"

Saturday, Mike woke up before Jessica. He brushed his teeth and then cuddled her naked form while she slept. When she turned her body, she felt Mike's arm and awakened. "Good morning ip," Mike sang. "Hi sweety," she rejoindered. "So how do you feel after last night?" "Mike, I'm still a little groggy right now. Let me do my hair and brush my teeth and wake up a little. I think we need to talk about that." "Shit, here we go," Mike smoldered to himself, expecting Jessica to either have second thoughts or to overthink the whole thing into a Rube Goldberg-style emotional nightmare like too many women do. He felt a little better when she asked him what he wanted her to wear. "Your bikini babe. I want to take a walk with you and show you off," he explained. "Okay honey!" she consented.

A few  minutes later, she was done. "So?" he asked in a leading manner. "Mike, I love you and I will be glad to be your wife, at least six-seven years from now. But you're going to have to put up with a lot before we get there." "Yeah, I've already thought about it. I'll try to make things as easy as I can when you and I are both really busy. Also Jessica, we have to rethink the whole husband-wife thing. I think a lot of couples get into trouble because they make certain assumptions about how their partner will act once they marry. And that turns into a power struggle that kills the marriage." "Yeah, I think you're right." "So I think we have to put the boy-girl considerations ahead of everything else. If we use that as kind of our base then we have something to work from. We're also going to have to talk about what we'll do once we're living together 24/7. My mom told me that there is a huge difference between dating someone and having them there in front of you all the time with kids, a house and bills to pay. I really don't want anything to upset the chemistry we have together."

"Listen Mike, you also have to take into account what being with someone who is physically challenged means in a more comprehensive way, too. For example, it would really help me if you could learn to do your own laundry and cook every now and again. Besides, if we break up, a guy being able to cook is really attractive to women. Oh, and then we have the whole touring musician thing to hash out if that is what either or both of us ends up doing." "Yeah, we really need to try to look at this in a global way. But look Jessica, I love you and my concern is that we will let some trivial bullshit get in the way of our relationship. Let's please try to keep things straightforward and simple. I can't read your mind so you need to tell me what's wrong. Like hit me in the face with it a couple of times so that I will know something is up. That is how blatant you will need to be about it. Also, I won't exclude you from my problems like a lot of guys do in trying to seem strong or macho."

"Mike, at least you're willing to discuss this stuff. It sounds like you're trying to think ahead and I am hearing how much you value your relationship with me. I'll do my best to try not to pull typical girl games on you, but keep in mind that the main issue is that I need to feel that you're in the pit with me. One of the things I like about submitting to you is that all the stuff we do is  basically centered around me. We're doing it together and then you show concern a lot afterward about what I think of it. You have to realize that I was pretty isolated before I met you and I need that frequent engagement with you so that I don't start freaking out about being isolated again."

"My only concern about that ip is that there are times when I feel as if I might drive you away because I'm a lot for most people to handle," Mike said. "As I've said before, I would gladly consume your time, but everybody needs their space, too, so I try to make it so that you can have 'Jessica time' and not have to worry about what I'm thinking at every moment in time."

"Yeah, I know what you mean and that's nice of you to do that for me. I know I have to give you some space, too," Jessica posited. "So like the times when you don't come over at night are probably good for both of us." "Yeah, but I worry about that, too, like you'll think I'm out screwing around on you or I'm bored with you or something," Mike confessed. "Well baby, all we can do is just keep trusting each other until we see a reason not to." "Yeah, you're right." "And Mike, please clean your room. Your poor mother. I would also be more willing to go in there if it was neater." "Yeah, you're right," Mike admitted. "I mean, when we get married, I'm not going to pick up after you. Here we are, not even a full day after you proposed to me and I'm nagging you. Sorry baby." "No, I understand what you're saying. You want to be my wife and not my maid or my mom." "Exactly." "Okay, here's a deal ip: if you promise to not hang your stockings in the bathroom like my mom does, I will pick up after myself. Can we do that?" "Yeah, that sounds like a good bargain to me, sweety." "We have a lot of time, ip, so we can keep discussing hypotheticals and then how we'll deal with them." "Yeah, but we better write them down so we'll remember them all." "Yeah, that's true," Mike laughed.

Both couples spent a very relaxing day hanging around the beach and just allowing themselves to decompress from the stuff they dealt with back at home. That night, Carl and Jennifer returned to their room after some post-dinner drinking at the bar. Jennifer was in a giddy mood and Carl was teasing and bating her. At one point, she leaned over and pulled her jean shorts and panties down and mooned him. "Is that an invitation/" Carl archly interrogated. "Maybe," Jennifer giggled. Carl strode up to her and pulled the shorts and panties down and then bent her over the bed and slapped her hard twice. Jennifer yelped and squealed but enjoyed the heat she felt on her butt after the pain went away. "Is that all you got you brute?" Jennifer snarked. "Ah, you want something bigger, huh?" Carl  inquired. "Bigger is always better darling," Jennifer riposted. He started to insert his cock into her pussy, but Jennifer stopped him and got up and stripped naked. She went to her purse and pulled out a bottle of lube and condoms. "What is that stuff for/" Carl asked quizzically. Get into bed with me honey," she demanded.

Carl removed his clothes and climbed  into bed with his wife. She sucked him to firm up his cock and then slipped the condom over it and  drizzled some lube on it. Then she gave him her best porn star look and breathily requested, "fuck me in the ass, stud" as she lay on her back. This astonished Carl because she had always refused his attempts to enter her backdoor. "You want it, you got it Jen," he enthused. "Take it slow, honey." and handed him the lube. Carl  put the top of the tube tube into Jen's ass and spurted some of the jelly inside it. He gingerly pushed his cock into her sphincter and oh so patiently the head was about halfway inside. Jennifer began to feel pressure on both her opening and the walls of her asshole because Carl's cock was fatter than the dildo she had taken earlier in the week. He pushed again and now the entire head was in. So far, while Jen was feeling the pressure, it wasn't anything she couldn't handle. He forced it in another inch and now she was starting to feel it, sucking air through her teeth trying to deal with his girth. He put some more lube on his wrapped cock and pushed again, causing her hole to smart. "You okay baby/" Carl asked." "I'm having some pain, but nothing that'll kill me." He slowly leaned his body toward her, which advanced his dick another inch. "Okay, stop and hold it there so I can get used to it," she recommended. "Fuck baby, it's so tight against my cock," he revealed. It felt really good to him, but he knew he had to be very sensitive to her needs. "Okay baby, put the last of it into me," she permitted. He did and then held it in her, his pubic bone against her asshole and his snake buried in his wife's fudge tunnel.

"Okay baby, fuck me," she said and he slowly pulled his cock halfway out and then back in, waiting a few seconds before doing that again. He poured more lube on his cock after a long outstroke and then slid it back in to the hilt. "How you doin' there Jen?" he wanted to know. "Better Carl. Keep going." she urged. He started to stroke it more regularly now, stopping here and there to drop more lube on his cock. When Jennifer let out her first moan, Carl improved the pace of his thrusts, her asshole now relaxing. He was in heaven, as it was like giving himself a handjob feelingwise, only dirtier, and his seeing her enjoying it now only made it better because that was his entre to having her do it more regularly for him. "Oh fuck baby, God, it's feeling so good, don 't stop!" she rooted him on. "So you like it now when I fuck you in the ass?" "Oh yes baby, oh fufufucckkkk." He commenced pounding it into her hard and she was shouting and thrashing about. "Oh yes god yes, fuck that ass you bastard!" she blurted aggressively. "You got it bitch, here it is!" he growled, jackhammering her brown eye like a boxer going at a punching bag, her breathing skipping its normal rhythm and becoming panting and gasping. "Oh fuck oh God yes! Fuck me baby! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" she called and then she suddenly convulsed, endorphins making her eyes roll up in her head and feed on the sensations inherent in the orgasm.

Meanwhile, her tight sphincter was choking Carl's dick, and he was just about there, the tension attaining maximum load before his cock pitched a long, hot stream of his jizz into the interior of her lower intestine. When he pulled out, her asshole gaped open and his cum came gushing out of her. Jennifer laid there silently and felt the walls of her anus throbbing from the punishment  they were just subject to. Carl ripped the condom off and flushed it and then took a quick shower while his wife recovered from his attack. "So how are ya Jen?" he asked. "I'll be sore all day tomorrow sweety, but I'm glad I did it." "Thanks for doing that for me my little bluebird. I know you only did it to please me." "Mmm, I love pleasing you," she said with a naughty expression on her face. He scooted into bed and took her head in the crook of his arm and slyly elucidated, "with that attitude, you're going to be pleasing me a lot." "Promise?" she asked demurely. "Let me put it this way: you better not wear out easy,"  he responded, half in jest. "Nobody's ever worn me out before. It will be interesting to see what THAT'S like," she playfully detailed.

When she awoke Sunday morning, Jennifer's ass was indeed sore and it was a long car ride back home for her. But she was grateful for the training that had enabled her to receive her husband's fuck stick in her ass. It would be one less point of contention in their marriage and,   generally, when a man's cock is happy, he is happy, too.

Jessica, though, after her stuff was dropped off in her bedroom, went to Mike's home to formally announce that they were engaged. Mike's mom had helped him pick out the ring after a long talk with her son about what marriage entails. Both David and Stephanie Alyea loved Jessica and were more than glad to welcome her as part of the family even if the wedding was several years off. Since he had been gong out with her, his grades improved and so did his guitar work. Jessica felt a little weird to be betrothed at just 18, but it was also a source of comfort and validation to her. After eating with the Alyea's, she went home to look forward to the new week and the two bar shows they were scheduled for.