I mixed a couple of Drinks and followed Bella down the stairs and out front to where Dustin was finishing up in the garden.
I handed him his drink and we shared a laugh over Bella hearing the shutter, and wanting a copy of the pic. Dustin said he would drop it off at the lab for me, and have a portrait size print delivered to the Goth residence sometime next week. I thanked him for that, one less thing for me to worry about. As he was getting ready to go he said, "Don, listen, you had some great words there earlier, I am going to be spending a lot of time thinking about them, perhaps you need to do the same." With that, we gave each other a man hug and he walked slowly away.
I went upstairs and sat at the computer, not exactly certain of why when I did it, it just seemed as if my subconscious led me where I needed to be. Asking myself why I was sitting there, it dawned on me. This Don Lothario has no clue what he should do, perhaps a new and improved version will have better luck. I went online and ordered up some new duds, who needed the cash I had saved, either I was about to become rich, or penniless, the few thou I had would not matter either way.
You absolutely have to love the instant all night delivery service the online shops have these days. After a shower, a self administered butchering of my pompadour, and the new duds, Don Lothario 2.0 was born.
I felt a confidence I had not felt in years. It was with a steely eyed determination that I took out my cell and dialed Cassandra. She was all excited about tomorrow but became deathly still as she heard the tone of my voice when I told her I needed to talk to her, in person, immediately. She said she would be right over, and I had barely put the phone back in my pocket when I heard her running up the stairs. She looked at me, terror evident in her eyes and asked me what was wrong.
I put my hands on her shoulders, looked deeply into her eyes, and told her that I loved her. I meant it too, I do love Cassandra and really want her to be my wife, not sure about being faithful, but hey nobody is perfect. I then told her that even though I loved her, and wanted her for my wife, I could not become a Goth. I told her, the choice was hers to make now, and I held up the ring I had for her, become Mrs. Don Lothario right now, or leave and do not look back. Relief flooded her face as she said, I was scared you didn't want me. With that, we exchanged the vows in reverse order of how they had been planned for the morrow and Cassie, became my wife.
We immediately fell into bed, hungrily tearing at each others clothing. I had to temper myself, remembering that having waited this long for her, I did not want to disillusion her about sex by rushing and hurting her. It was with a tenderness I had not needed to display all day with the various women who had seen fit to grace my bed that I took my virgin wife.
She did surprise me though, in a few ways. One, she did have some muscle control, and when I asked where she learned that she got a big grin as she sat on top of me with my cock firmly held in place, "the muscles came from dance lessons, the use came from talks with the Caliente sisters." She asked if she should stop, a concerned look on her face. What, are you kidding me, I asked? No woman, by all means if it pleases you PLEASE continue. She smiled and then asked for feedback as she tried different variations on the theme, all of which I was more than happy to provide. At last, I could hold it no more, and I exploded into her with a geysers force. She squealed and clamped down on me tightly, trying to pull me, and my semen deeper into her.
As we lay there cuddling and cooing to each other she told me she really liked my new look. That as soon as we got ahead a bit financially, she thought the sooner she bid goodbye to Cassandra Goth, and hello to Cassandra Lothario, the better. I agreed with her, but said it would have to be after next payday at the earliest, as I had spent my wad on my look. She said she understood and cuddled into me, her head resting on my chest. I was strangely pleased by this, all these years of having women hop out of my bed to return to their husbands or lovers, it was nice to have someone to hold after the passion spent.
Cue the phone, yes, it was the phone that broke our reverie, I kissed my brides hair and told her I would get it. She said, it is probably daddy, I nodded in assent and rose from the bed. We were of course, correct. Mortimer asked me where his daughter was I asked him "who? Oh, you mean Mrs. Lothario". He was silent for a moment, and then, though disappointment was evident in his voice he said he understood completely. He went on to thank me for at least making his daughter happy, and that he would wire a $50,000 dowry deposit into my bank account as soon as he got off the phone. I do not know how I managed not to scream out, but I did babble a bit as I thanked him profusely. He said one last thing before ringing off, he said he did not know how much longer he had left, and would like to see a grandchild before he passed.
I slowly turned to face my bride, I must have had a funny smile on my face because she snickered at me. I told her what her father had said (though I omitted the part about not having much time left) and told her to get off her ass and order up whatever she felt she needed to complete her personal transformation. That she did so without hesitation put a smile on my face. I was glad to see she was moving fluidly and did not appear to be sore from the nights activities. She even went so far to call the mobile style salon to come over for an emergency makeover. When they were finished, and with her new clothes and glasses, Cassandra Goth was no more. Welcome to my world, Mrs. Lothario.
I handed her a drink and we toasted our future together. We discussed what to do with the dowry, and both decided we would quit our jobs, and spend some time working on the house, and enjoying each other before returning to the real world. With that, she said that she wanted to make love as the new Mrs. Lothario, now that the vestiges of her child self had been wiped away. Never one to disappoint a lady, I happily agreed.
