Can you imagine two Miss America finalists sleeping in the same bed? They really need a third. Take me, take me! Yeah, in my dreams.
I rolled Lindsey’s suitcase to the master. The door was open. I could hear the shower running. Tara was placing what looked like a vibrator on the nightstand next to what was clearly a dildo. I cleared my throat. She didn’t make a move to disguise what she was doing. Her Dad suspected Tara was bisexual. Hmmm.
She sat down on the edge of the bed and patted the spot next to her, motioning to me to sit.
Gosh she smelled good. I wish she still had her bathrobe on.
‘Uncle Mike, did Dad put you up to check on me? There were so many texts and voice mails from him, I am sure that is what he did.’
‘Yes, he did. It seemed warranted at the time. We had no idea you had no service. Sorry, we should have known there was a good reason.’
‘Do you think he was worried about me being depressed or something?’
‘Well, given what you have been through in the last couple of years, it seemed feasible.’
She turned towards me and wrapped her arms my neck.
I had a better view of the nightstand. It was a vibrator next to a 12 inch dildo with a huge ball sack in a strap on.
‘Thanks for worrying about me, I really appreciate it. You were there for me at the awards, I will never forget that. Thank you, Uncle Mike.’
She pulled in close, her breasts pressing against my chest. She kissed me on the cheek and then on the lips, lingering longer than a niece should. I heard the bathroom door open.
‘Well, isn’t this sweet. Do you always kiss like that Uncle Mike?’ Lindsey asked.
The emphasis on Uncle Mike, her way of pointing out how wrong it was for an uncle and niece to kiss that way. I sensed a little jealousy as well.
Tara said, ‘Do you need the hair dryer Lindsey?’
She didn’t remove her arms.
Lindsey was wearing Tara’s short bathrobe, holding it close with one hand, her hair wrapped in a towel looking a lot like Tara.
‘Sure, but can I leave the two of you alone?’
Tara removed her arms.
‘It was just a kiss, that’s all.’
‘I didn’t see it that way.’
Lindsey sat next to me.
‘Here is what I saw.’
She wrapped her arms around my neck, thrusting her ample breasts against my chest, forcing open the robe. She kissed me on the cheek, then on the lips, lingering like Tara. She slipped her tongue beyond my lips, seeking my tongue. I didn’t return the move. She kissed me even harder, this time I responded. Reflexively, I moved to her breasts, gently squeezing them, pinching her nipples until hard.
‘Yes, yes,’ she whispered.
Stop I said to myself. She is your employee. This might change everything.
‘Lindsey, you were worried about us? Are you sleeping with me tonight or him?’ Tara asked.
‘Sorry, I got carried away. I am sleeping with you.’
I dropped my hands to my lap and thought about all that. She is my employee, she is married, she wants more — I think.
‘OK, my turn,’ said Tara.
She took off her t-shirt by slowly raising the bottom up. When contacting her breasts, she lifted them up with the shirt, then pulled the t-shirt forward, letting her breasts flop down. They were inches from my mouth. I was tempted to suck on them.
Surprise!
Tara said to me, ‘You can leave now.’
She gave me a nudge, I moved out of the way. She grasped Lindsey’s shoulders, pushed the robe off bearing Lindsey’s ample breasts, nipples already hard. Tara moved in closer placing her breasts snug against Lindsey’s. They kissed, at first gentle lips on lips then a little harder.
Tara stopped.
‘Uncle Mike, do you understand English? You are excused, please leave, and close the door behind you. See you in the morning.’
‘Lindsey, is that what you want?’
‘Yes,’ she said demurely.
Geez! My fantasy of sex with two Miss Americas unraveled to nothing.
But that is OK I told myself.
After all, Tara is my niece, Lindsey my employee. I got the feeling that Lindsey and I are not through though. An affair with a married employee? Not a good look. And oh yeah, am I forgetting my girlfriend who I have been loyal to for over a year? Yes, I have been tempted to cheat, but nothing has ever happened. I will conveniently write off my indiscretion with Lindsey. As my priest once told me, if it didn’t come out of your pants, no sin.
Now my only hope is someone visits me during the night.
That doesn’t happen.
***
Up early for a 3 mile run on the beautiful Malibu beach. Bare feet pounding the sand, the effort was cathartic. I should come here more often.
Back to the house for 100 pushups and sit-ups. Nice and sweaty.
Time to make breakfast for the ladies. I was hungry too.
I rummaged through Tara’s fridge and pantry to concoct a good breakfast for the ladies. Most things expired, expired, expired. Eggs were OK, cheese good. Bread good. Tomatoes and onions good, olives good. I hoped to make something special, but omelets and toast would have to do.
When I heard movement in the master, I started cooking.
Lindsey joined me first, fully dressed. She was extremely happy, smiling, joking with me. Tara joined shortly after. Same joyous attitude. They had a good night together was my guess.
I cooked omelets, toasted bread, and poured coffee for my ladies.
‘Hmmm, this tastes great,’ Tara remarked.
Lindsey stated, ‘Totally agree.’
The ladies were happy.
‘Lindsey, after breakfast we need to head out. Ok with you?’
She looked at Tara, who nodded.
‘Yep, good with that.’
I cleaned up the dishes.
I needed a quick shower. The warm water pouring down my hair and body felt good. Shampoo then body wash. My mind drifted to the lost opportunity. It excited me to think about the possibility. I lathered my growing erection fantasizing about a three some. I stroked it to the full length, lathered my balls while I continued to stroke. ‘Get on your knees and suck my cock’ I told Tara and Lindsey in my fantasy world. Picturing both of them kneeling in front of me taking turns wrapping their lips around my cock it was so exciting. Both of them deep throating my thick erection without gagging. One sucking on my balls the other, lips wrapped around the head stroking me to climax. I imagined it was Tara on my cock. ‘Tara, suck it harder. I am going to cum in your mouth Tara.’
I shot my load hitting the shower wall, my knees buckled as I stroked out all my cum. In my fantasy Tara would share my cum with Lindsey, dripping it on her beckoning tongue. ‘Swallow it Lindsey, swallow every last drop.’
I placed my hand on the door to keep my balance, my knees still shaky. Too much force and it popped open. I turned to exit with my erection leading the way.
Tara was standing there holding a towel.
‘I remembered there were no clean towels, so I brought you one. I knocked on the door, no answer. I figured you were in the shower. I thought I would just hang it next to shower and leave. I shouldn’t have but I stayed to watch you when you called out my name. Quite a show, quite a sexy erotic show. Quite a package.’
She examined me from head to toe, lingering on my dripping erection. She threw the towel at me and left, closing the door. I knew I should have locked it. I knew I was going to masturbate. Oh well, maybe my show will help me with Tara in the future.
I dressed, packed, and emerged from the bedroom. They were making out on the couch. Geez.
I cleared my throat.
‘Mike, can you carry my bag out to the car for me?’ Lindsey asked without breaking her embrace of Tara.
‘Sure.’
They resumed making out.
Back inside.
‘Lindsey, are you ready?’ Talk about being a third wheel.
‘Tara, on for dinner tomorrow night?’
‘Yes, can’t wait Lindsey.’
Hugs for Lindsey and Tara. Hug by Tara with me.
She whispered, ‘Thanks for the show. It was exciting, hope it is not the last show.’
Lindsey headed to the door, I turned to follow, and Tara slapped me on the ass.
‘It looked firm, I needed to know for sure.’
We were at the doorway.
‘Thanks Uncle Mike for checking on me. I would never had met Lindsey if you didn’t. I have favor to ask. Tonight, is the Academy Awards show I committed to attend. Could you please be my plus one?’
‘Are you sure you want me instead of Lindsey?’
‘I asked but she doesn’t feel comfortable walking the red carpet with her new lover.’
She laughed.
‘OK.’
‘It is black tie and formal gowns.’
‘No problem.’
Lindsey asked, ‘What will your girlfriend think?’
‘Well two things. One, she is Thailand working on a deal. Two, she doesn’t have a problem with me escorting my niece.’
Emphasis on niece.
‘Love you, Tara.’ And we left.
***
We rode in silence to Lindsey’s condo. I didn’t know what to say. Did she have sex with Tara? Unless she or Tara confirms, I don’t know for a fact.
Pulling up to her condo she finally spoke.
‘Are you going to say anything to Evan?’
‘What would I say to him? That we spent the night at my niece’s home, and you slept in the master bedroom with my niece versus sharing a bed with me? There is nothing to tell him. You can explain why we were there — very legit. Plus, wasn’t he in Miami last night playing the Panthers and tonight the Chicago Blackhawks? There is nothing to talk about even if he asks.’
‘Thank you so much. I really hit it off with Tara. She is so ….’
I cut her off. I didn’t want to hear anything about their sexual escapades.
‘Lindsey, take the day off. Write your travel reports if you wish or do them tomorrow. OK?’
‘Thanks Mike.’ She kissed me on the cheek and whispered.
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