“There. Now go talk to her!” she said, pushing me out of the tub. “Sorry,” she said as I picked up my shorts, realizing I had nothing at all to wear.
After grabbing another pair of shorts from my dresser, I walked to Sam’s bedroom door just down from mine and my wife’s. “Hey sweetie. Can I come in?” I asked through the bedroom door.
“NO!” she snapped.
“I think we need to talk.”
“About what, you cheating on mom?”
At that, I opened the door and walked in without her permission. She was sitting on her bed, looking every bit like the towel, was all she had on, as she sat cross-legged, hugging a stuffed animal. It was clear she had been crying. “No, not about me cheating on mom. But yes, about what I was doing.”
“Cheating on mom!” she said sharply as I closed the door behind me.
“No. Your mom knows I was having sex with Jen. It was her idea.”
“Mom?! No fucking way!”
I sat down on her bed and looked at her. “Yes, way. See, your mom has sorta had a life changing moment because of her roommate from college. Like a late midlife crisis. She’s decided that she wants to try some more, um, experimental things in our relationship. Jen and I have had sex several times as part of that.”
“I don’t believe you. Mom wouldn’t do that!”
“Do what?”
“Want you to have sex with the neighbor!”
“Well, she does. And also with another couple. We’ve both had sex with other people, and from what I can tell, she has plans to expand that to have sex with multiple men at the same time. She seems to think that she’s missed something by limiting her sex life so she wants to experience some wilder things.”
“MOM?! No way!”
“Yes way. I won’t say I’m completely comfortable with all this, but I love her and if she wants to try some things, well, I’ll let her as much as I can.”
“But dad! Having sex with the neighbor?”
“I’m not going to give you all the details. If you want, you can ask your mom about it What I will tell you is that we got naked with the neighbors to try and help their relationship. It didn’t turn out the way I think their relationship counselor wanted. But it also opened the door to having sex with Jen and your mom in front of Bob. It’s a long story. I’m sorry honey, I sort of forgot you were home, otherwise I would’ve told her no.”
“And mom’s really good with you fucking her best friend?”
“Yeah, she is. I’m sorry you had to see that. I should have been more discreet.” I said as I sat down on the bed next to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders to pull her against me. As she leaned over to me, I wrapped my other arm around her to hug her to me in an awkward sideways hug. But it seemed to have the effect I wanted, calming her down.
“Yeah you should have” She whispered after a few more seconds. “I don’t think I can unsee what I saw down there.”
“I’m sorry. Probably pretty disgusting to see your dad having sex.”
“It was a bit shocking to see, yeah. God, I can’t believe mom is really okay with you doing that. Sharing you like that.”
“What your mom and I share is much more than just the physical act of having sex. Making love is more than just screwing, and I’ve had to learn to separate the two, otherwise I’d never be able to handle her having sex with other men.”
“And she has?”
“Uh huh. Just one so far, but she’s talking about more.”
“Why? She doesn’t think you’re enough any more?”
“No. it’s not that. She thinks she’s missed something by not trying a bunch of stuff. You should probably talk to her about it though.”
“Damn, dad. I don’t know what to say.”
“Well, I just wanted you to know that I wasn’t cheating,” I said as I let go of her and got up.
“Dad?” she asked softly, as I started for the door.
I turned back to her. “Yeah honey?”
“That was real down there? She wasn’t faking that?”
“Jen? No, she wasn’t faking. Why?”
“It’s just, I’ve never seen anyone come like that. I mean like she did. Did you like it?”
I chuckled and felt myself blush a little bit. “It’s a bit messy, but to me it means I gave her a massively good orgasm.”
“Does mom do that?”
I looked at her for a few seconds, trying to figure if I should even answer. “Yeah, sometimes.”
“For you?”
“She did, once,” I said as I turned for the door again.
“Hey dad?”
“Honey, if you have any more questions I think you should ask your mom. Sharing details of how your mom has sex is getting a bit uncomfortable.”
“More uncomfortable than telling me that mom is fucking around on you with other guys?”
“Actually, if you hadn’t seen what I was doing, I never would have brought it up. Yes, the whole thing is embarrassing.”
She looked at me for a few moments. “Yeah. I can see that.” She unfolded her legs and pushed herself to the edge of the bed. She slid off, her towel sliding up her thighs. She spread her legs for a moment as she put her feet on the floor, giving me a, hopefully, unintentional glimpse of her bare crotch as she stood up. The Towel slid quickly down her body to end up on the floor as she walked to me. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled us together for a hug, her bare tits pressing against my bare chest. I tried not to think about what I was feeling as I hugged her back, my hands stroking her bare back gently, intentionally keeping my hands well above her waist. I could feel my dick starting to harden at the impure thoughts I had running through my mind at that moment. I was sure that as the seconds ticked by, she would soon feel my dick poking out my shorts toward her, if she hadn’t already, but she held the hug with no sign of letting go.
“I’m sorry, daddy. I shouldn’t have intruded in your and mom’s personal stuff.” She whispered as she lay her head on my shoulder, her arms still holding us together. I could feel her pull herself more tightly against me, her hard nipples poking into my chest. I felt her shift and then felt her bare thighs pressing against mine so that my growing dick was bulging my shorts against her stomach just above her mound. She lifted her face from my shoulder and moved it in front of mine. We stood there, staring into each other’s eyes for long seconds before she tilted her head slightly and moved her face to mine, tentatively brushing her lips against mine as she closed her eyes. I stood there, kissing her softly, not pushing the issue, but not drawing away either. Her soft kiss began to grow more erotic as the seconds passed, her lips sucking mine and her tongue teasing into my mouth. She finally broke the kiss, but didn’t move her face far from mine. Breathlessly she asked, “Can you make any woman climax like that?”
I moved my hands to her hips and gently pushed her back from me. I tried not to, knowing I shouldn’t, but at that moment I was unable to help myself. I looked up and down her body slowly, feeling her hands slide from my back around to my hips as she stepped back slightly to give me a better look at her sexy young body. She looked so much like her mother did at that age, which didn’t help.
I shifted my gaze and I looked into her eyes. “Honey, I don’t think this kind of hug is appropriate. And if you’re even thinking what I think you’re thinking, that’s even more inappropriate. Okay?”
“Sure daddy,” she whispered as she stepped back further. She bit her lower lip lightly and stood there, letting me look at her fully naked body. Her breasts were large and firm, each sporting a large, round, pink areola, each sexy mound topped with a large, rigid nipple. Her body was firm and trim, her slender waist flaring out to her full, rounded hips. Her long legs joined with a slight gap where I could see her inner labia sticking down tantalizingly. Her mound had a small patch of curls shaved into a triangle. “I’m not a virgin, daddy, but that doesn’t mean I’ve ever had an orgasm strong enough to make me do that.”
“Honey, if I even thought about doing what you’re thinking, your mom would cut my balls off!”
She giggled. “She would be upset, wouldn’t she?”
“That’s the understatement of the year,” I agreed before leaning toward her, kissing her forehead and then heading out her door.
—o—
The next few days were a bit awkward. I felt like both my daughter and her friend Sally were going out of their way to flirt with me whenever Mandy wasn’t looking. I knew my wife had a long talk with her daughter, though what that included, I wasn’t told, even when I asked.
Thursday morning, Thanksgiving day, Alyssa and Suzanne, the older two of our daughters, showed up with their significant others. Alyssa and Evan announced their engagement and the oldest, Suzanne, and her husband Daniel announcing the impending birth of a daughter by displaying the undeniable baby bump.
I’d thought that their arrival would put a damper on the flirting, which it did for Thanksgiving day and that evening, but that seemed to be the only respite I was getting, both girls picking up the subtle teasing again Friday morning. Alissa and Suzanne both picked up on Sam’s flirtations almost immediately, each of them taking her aside when they thought I wouldn’t notice. Sally was slightly more subtle than Sam, but no less sexual. Her, I sort of understood, after her watching me have sex with Jen. But Sam was more of a problem. Mandy acted completely indifferent to what her daughters had caught onto in only a few hours. I didn’t know what to think. There was no way I was going to give Sam what she appeared to want! It just wasn’t going to happen. That didn’t stop Sam from flashing her pussy and her boobs at me every chance she had.
Saturday morning we said goodbye to my older daughters, who headed home. They’d be back in only a few weeks for Christmas. With our older girls headed home, it was time to set to work on the mountain of leaves the trees and bushes had been dropping the last few weeks. It took me a good hour to get the power rake, an overgrown vacuum cleaner you walked behind, up and running. It was an easy way to deal with the leaves. Suck ’em up, munch ’em up, dump ’em. It might have been cold out, but the job was still dusty, dirty work. By the time I was done late in the afternoon, I felt like I had leaf dust in every nook and cranny of my body.
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