This realization was just completely different for him. There wasn’t an ounce of possessiveness in him for her. She could, likely would, take other lovers, Andrea for one obviously, but maybe another man, as well. Alan wasn’t upset with that, didn’t bother him at all, but he knew she would always be in his heart. Alan wasn’t sure if that meant he loved her enough to let her go or if he really didn’t love her and couldn’t care about her at all. No, the second wasn’t true, he cared for her, more deeply than he knew before last night. In some ways he felt for her the same way he did for Andrea, but with an added sexual dimension and that was different.
“Well,” said Wanda, a co-worker, “I wonder who got laid last night?”
“Jeez Wanda, just say what’s on your mind. Please!” Alan said.
“You’re right out of it today, Al. Come on, get with it, we gotta finish this by Friday.”
Wanda was not real gorgeous, but not unattractive, a nice body and in her mid forties, divorced, one son, Alan thought, but a little blunt for his sensibilities. “I know, I know. You picking on me because I’m left-handed again?” An old joke between them.
“No, not at all, that would be discrimination and bullying. I’m picking on you ‘coz you got lucky last night and I didn’t!”
“Oh I wonder why that might be? You not getting lucky? With your sunny personality, I don’t believe it.” They knew each other well, laughed at each other’s jokes, but had never had a relationship outside the office. “No, Andrea told me she and Mel are getting married last night.”
“Oh wow! That’s excellent, good for her and then you make sure you give them my best wishes,” Wanda had known of Andrea for years and had not met Mel. “She nice, this girl Mel?”
“Brilliant, beautiful, and very smart. A lovely person as well.”
“Oh good. So, do I get an invite to the wedding?”
For some reason, Alan’s brain seized up at that moment and he said, “Of course,” he didn’t know if there was an invite for her, “I’d really like it if you were to be my partner for the wedding.”
Just at that moment, Cheryl, another woman in their office had walked through the door and said, “Wedding? You two getting married? Shit, you really kept that quiet!”
Wanda laughed and Alan turned red, “NO!” he stated emphatically, “My daughter is getting married, and Wanda is going to get an invite so I thought we could partner up, that’s all.” He knew it was in vain, Cheryl is a gossip so in the next few minutes it would be all over the office, then the building, that Alan and Wanda were dating and were deciding to get married. He sighed, shook his head and went on with the days work.
Before the end of the day, Wanda came to Alan and said, “I would love to be your partner at Andrea’s wedding.” She looked at Alan like she was going to say something else but then turned away, leaving Alan. He looked at her retreating body and saw she really has a nice ass. They had always been friendly, but when it came to work, they were sometimes quite contentious, not competitive but more looking at the creativity in each other and building on it. That bouncing ideas of each other made their work as a team much better than it likely would have been otherwise. It took some doing sometimes to keep a calm head and defend an idea when Wanda was in full flight.
Alan again took the lift to the forth floor and the door opened just as he was about to knock on the door. Andrea emerged and quickly giving Alan a hug, “See you Dad, enjoy yourselves.”
Alan was surprised, but noted there was a difference in Andrea, a tightness that wasn’t there last night. Andrea let him go and walked quickly to the lift. “Bye babe.” He shrugged and went in the door. Closing it behind himself, Alan called out, “Mel?”
“Be right there,” he heard Mel reply.
Moments later Mel appeared, naked, a vision of beauty. Her tits stood proud, her appeal just hit Alan as his cock responded. “Wow!” He exclaimed, “You could start a whole new fashion.”
“Mmm maybe, but my temperature spiked today, so I want to get as many of your little wrigglers into me as I can.” She walked to him, wrapped her arms around her and kissed him. Holding him close she pushed her hips into him and when they broke, said, “And by the feel of it, you want to do just that too.”
“Oh yeah. Having trouble controlling it all day, thinking about you.” Alan felt Mel’s hand run down, over his cock then began to open the belt of his trousers. In moment they were down around his ankles as Mel handled his dick. She quickly knelt and wrapping her lips around it, began stoking it with her tongue. He had only just walked in the door and here was this gorgeous woman sucking his tool. He moaned and held her head gently, not impeding her movement, he was really glad he went home and showered first, to be greeted like this. Mel lifted her mouth off him and said, “Bed, now!”
Fast and furious, they were at it, fucking up a storm. Constantly changing, mouth to pussy, to cock, doggie style, then a sixty-niner, missionary and Alan felt Mel was dragging him into making superhuman efforts to force her to cum. And he did, with his tongue, his fingers flicking over her clit with his cock buried deep inside her. Alan concentrated on her pleasure, not concerned with his own. Her entreaties to fuck her kept spurring him on, so he did. When he felt he was getting close, he would withdraw from her and begin fingering her, licking her making her cum again. On and on he drove into her, repeating his actions, fucking her, eating her pussy, fingering her clit, he was really starting to feel his age when she collapsed into a pile of jelly.
“Oh!” she cried as she cum for a forth time. “Cum in me! Fill me with your baby makers!” she demanded, prostrating herself under him. So with all the energy he had left, he mounted her again and drove his cock deep inside her. Pumping her pussy he felt his rising tension, then finally release as his semen spurted from him into her waiting pussy.
He groaned his pleasure and she welcomed his precious juice, wrapping herself around him pulling him into her as deep as she could. After a few moments, his cock was exhausted, he fell onto her, collapsing, his full weight lying on top of her. They were both gasping for breath and Alan stirred, rolling off her, onto his back.
“Ooooh fuck!” Mel gasped, gulping air. “Jeezzz… like daughter like father!” Gasp “…Fuck me! You know…,” gasp “… I love Andie…,” gasp “…she does things…,” gasp “…for me…,” gasp “…like no-one else ever has…,” gasp “…but then you…” gasp “…do things for me that no man has ever done before!”
“That’s nice…” Al replied.
“Don’t get me wrong,” Mel said, “Andie is way ahead of anyone else, but you, you are a long way ahead of anyone else, just still way behind Andie.”
Al laughed, “Yep. I think that might be because no-one else loves you like either of us do.”
“Yes, possible.”
“And you still sure Andrea is okay with us doing this?”
“Oh? Why do you ask?”
“Mmm, she seemed a bit tight before she left. Couldn’t look me in the eye.” Al knew that these were signs of Andrea having a problem with something, they hadn’t changed from her childhood.
“Nah, she’s good,” Mel assured him, “She was making sure I wasn’t going to change my mind just before you got here.”
“Ahh,” Al knew there was an issue. “Who was she asking though? You or herself?”
“Why don’t you ask her yourself?” Mel replied.
“Yes, Dad, why not ask me yourself?” came Andrea’s voice from the doorway.
“SHIT!” Al exclaimed, sitting up reaching for sheets that weren’t there. He crossed his legs and put his hands over his crotch. “ANDREA!”
Andrea stepped into the room, “I got to the ground floor and was almost out the lobby when it hit me, I didn’t want to be anywhere else but here, so I came straight back up.” She took another step, “You wouldn’t believe how jealous I got,” she paused, “That’s something I am not sure I have ever felt before.” She took another step, moving to the side where Alan was desperately trying to cover himself.
“How long have you been standing there, babe?” asked Mel.
“A while.”
“You’ve been there the whole time?”
“Almost. You make me so happy, Mel, you really do. That’s why I love you.” She took another step towards Alan. “And Dad, after watching you fucking my girlfriend, I don’t think there is any need for modesty.” Standing alongside him now, she reached down and took hold of his wrist, gently urging his hand up. Alan seemed to lose the will to resist and he allowed her to guide his hand. She leaned over and put his hand on her face, “I love you too Dad, so much.” She guided his hand to her lips and kissed the palm. “And I want to do this.” Andrea leaned over the bed and took Alan’s other hand, moving it away from his sex, “I want you to do to me what you have just done to Mel.” She lowered her head and taking hold of his now flaccid cock and guided it into her mouth.
Alan was stunned by this change in his daughter. Shocked into inaction, his reaction was just not what he thought it should be. Mel reached over then leaned in and kissed him. “Yes,” she said, “Love Andie like she wants to be loved.”
Alan felt his cock hardening rapidly, Andrea’s soft lips and moist mouth pleasuring him. Having Mel kissing him, and Andrea sucking his dick, Alan was lost in a surreal set of circumstances and he knew it. His view was blocked as Mel was kissing him, telling him how much they both loved him. At one point Mel moved and slid her ample breast into his mouth, allowing him to suckle, first one breast, then the other. He could see Andrea’s head bobbing up and down on his cock, her eyes fixed firmly on his. He saw the bare skin of her shoulders, then his view was again blocked by Mel.
Alan felt the cool evening air contrasting the moist warmth of Andrea’s mouth on his cock, then felt Andrea moving, only to have his dick held upright, then feel it sliding into a hot, really wet pussy. Andrea lowered herself onto his prong, and pumped up and down. Mel moved out the way and Alan saw Andrea’s tits bouncing in alternate rhythm to her pounding of his pelvis. Andrea’s face came closer, her eyes getting larger, she kissed her father, deeply, and Alan reacted, kissing her back. He held her firmly and pumped his dick into his daughter. Alan heard Mel urging him on to keep fucking Andrea, give her the dick she always wanted. Pounding on Andrea’s pelvis, crushing her clit with every thrust Andrea moaned and then shrieked her orgasm.
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