The photographer had nailed it. Chris stretched out on his bed and slowly stroked his cock as his eyes roamed over the picture. While the woman’s face was hidden behind her black hair, the flush on her chest made it apparent to anyone with an ounce of discernment that she was having an orgasm. But for those without discernment, the way she clawed the sheets as she arched her back toward the camera gave it away. The picture froze her in ecstasy.
Chris's eyes trailed lower, to where the other woman's hands held the first woman's hips. Her black hair cascaded over thighs and stomach and obscured what she was doing, but there was no doubt, really. Not with her head positioned there. Not with the way the first woman reacted.
Chris smeared a little pre-come around as lube, and then continued with his self-pleasure as he admired the photograph. It was the most erotic art he'd ever seen—better than any Playboy, better than any picture in a San Francisco gallery—even if it was just a Polaroid. It was searingly hot.
It was also his eldest daughter stretched out under her mother's tongue.
A jolt went up Chris's spine. He gasped as he felt the pressure build in his balls.
Footsteps came from the hall. In a flash of panic, he slid the picture under the pillow and spread out the other Polaroids just as his wife opened the door.
Elizabeth looked at Chris, dick in hand, pictures of a hot naked blonde around him, and smirked.
“Couldn’t wait?” she asked.
He shrugged sheepishly. “Since we didn’t get our time this morning....”
“You needed your sleep.” She strode over to her dresser and opened her jewelry box and extracted a necklace before turning back and smiling. “Besides, why use those when you can have the real thing later?”
Because I wasn’t masturbating to the pictures of Shelley.
During Elizabeth’s visit to Columbia three weeks ago, Kara’s old high school friend and occasional sexual playmate had thrust some pictures on her, which Elizabeth had ‘augmented’ from her session with Kara and Victor. “To give your husband something to look forward to,” Shelley had said.
And he did. As the pictures showed, she was smoking hot, and from everything Elizabeth had told him about the post-graduation orgy, she was a veritable nymphomaniac.
“Perhaps we can play after dinner tonight,” she said. “We’ll hopefully be done shopping about then.”
“So just how long does it take to pick out a wedding dress?” Chris grumbled. My wife’s in town and I’m still spending my Saturday alone!
“As long as it takes, dear. As long as it takes.”
He wrapped his fingers around his dick and waved it. “You sure you don’t have time for...?”
She chuckled good-naturedly and shook her head. “Beth’s already here. The boys are gone and Kara and Shelley are waiting for me downstairs.”
He sighed in frustration.
Elizabeth’s eyes sparkled. She walked to the side of the bed and reached down. He let her fingers replace his. Then she knelt and took his cock into her mouth. She gave him two quick deep sucks before straightening up.
“More later,” she said, “I promise.” She leaned over and kissed him on the lips.
“Have fun,” she said before she disappeared out the door.
I’d have more fun if she’d finished that. He grumbled to himself and reached for the pictures again, but flipping through them didn’t have the same thrill. So he put them in the nightstand drawer and headed for the pool for his morning laps.
Chris set the to-do list down next to his finished breakfast dishes. This is what we have to do? The wedding isn’t even for five months! Somehow, he remembered it being much simpler when he’d married Elizabeth.
Shotguns do tend to simplify things, he mused. Not that her father needed one.
Of course, he’d been the groom then, with few responsibilities other than showing up. Now he was the father of the bride, responsible for the bills. Maybe I should encourage Gina and Leah to elope. He smiled. Somehow I think Elizabeth would never go for it. His wife had done a good job of deferring to Kara’s wishes, but that hadn’t prevented her from being heavily involved in the wedding planning.
As evidenced by the list in his hand.
Still, much of the list could really be interpreted as “Getting ready for Elizabeth’s parents’ visit from England.” In fact a great deal of it.
Chris shook his head. Even when we grow up, we can’t escape our parents’ influences.
There was no point in mentioning that, though. Judging by the conversations since Kara and Victor, accompanied by Brian and Shelley, had pulled up with the moving van yesterday, the women judged the wedding to be far, far more important than little things like making a good impression on the grandparents.
He sighed. I should’ve gone with Victor and Brian to unload the truck into the storage unit and look for apartments. But they’d been out when he’d come downstairs—a side effect of Elizabeth letting him oversleep. Instead he was stuck with...
...a dozen ‘fix up the guest house’ chores and even more for the main house and yard.
Might as well get started. He went to get his tools in the garage.
A half-hour later, Chris groaned in frustration. He’d decided to tackle the leaky guest house sink first. He’d expected it to be simple, but he’d found a cracked pipe. Not a big crack, but something he couldn’t ignore. He needed to either replace the pipe or solder it, and he didn’t have the tools for either.
It didn’t help that he’d been distracted the entire time he’d been trying to work. The bed hadn’t been made and was a suggestive mess. A bottle of lube sat near the sink on the counter. When he’d gotten home the night before, Elizabeth had kissed him hotly and told him he’d missed a good time. He’d been too tired to be more than mildly irritated.
But now his imagination raced, thinking about what he’d probably missed.
His wife told him that she hadn’t joined the younger swingers, since she hadn’t talked to him ahead of time, but she hinted that she’d watched a while. Those thoughts, along with the Polaroids, had gotten him revved up this morning.
To no avail, he thought with an internal grumble. I should’ve at least gotten myself off after they left.
It also didn’t help that he hadn’t spent any meaningful time in the guest house since the prom with Erin. He couldn’t keep himself from glancing at the bed, where they’d spent a night and a morning proving he wasn’t as old as he thought he was.
Now that was incredible sex.
His dick couldn’t help twitching. Even as he knew he had work to do.
David’s got the tools to fix this, he thought. Let’s at least get one pipe taken care of!
Erin picked up the phone on the fourth ring. She sounded annoyed.
“Hi,” Chris said, almost apologetically. “Is your dad home?”
Her attitude changed immediately. “No, sorry. He’s not supposed to be home until later. Why?”
Chris furrowed his brow. “Well, I’ve got a leaky pipe I need to get fixed.”
“A ‘leaky pipe,’ huh?”
Chris blinked at the smooth amusement in her voice and then his unintended double entendre clicked.
“Mmm, hmmm,” he said, letting the innuendo creep into his own voice. “It’s a small leak, but it’s such a big stiff pipe.”
She chuckled. “And there’s no one there to help you with it?”
“No one at all.”
“No one’s here either.”
“Ah. And you’ve been… busy?”
“Well... my hands have been busy. The rest of me’s been lying in bed.”
The syrup in her voice was unmistakable and Chris’s dick stiffened at the image.
“So...,” he teased, “just taking care of things?”
“Something like that.”
“Should I let you get back to it?”
“Who said I stopped?”
He laughed. He shifted his hard-on in his pants to a more comfortable spot. “So... would you like some help?”
“Yeah..., that’d be nice.”
“On my way.”
Chris pulled into the Hughes’ driveway, turned off the engine, and took a deep breath. I haven’t felt this nervous and excited in years. He shook his head in amusement and climbed out of the car.
Erin answered the door and peeked around it. “Come in!” she hissed.
As Chris stepped into the house, he chuckled. Erin was nude behind the door, just out of view of the big picture windows.
“Perhaps we should get out of the living room,” he said.
“You think?” She was already tugging him toward the dining room.
Once there, he pulled her into his arms. Their urgent kiss quickly turned into serious groping. Erin moaned around his tongue as he fondled his breasts. She tugged at his shirt and he pulled back just long enough to help her push his pants down.
“Eager, aren’t we?” he said with a chuckle.
“Duh. After a morning of playing with myself?”
He laughed as he stepped out of his clothes. “I spent the morning thinking about prom night.”
She knelt and gave his rapidly hardening cock a quick suck. Her mouth was heavenly—wet and tight. Then she looked up and smiled. “Me too.”
“Well, then let’s get to it.”
He lifted her to her feet and set her on the dining room table. She spread her thighs and he smiled.
Gorgeous, he thought. Looks good, feels even better.
As proof, he ran one finger up her slit and found her already slick and ready. When she moaned, he parted her labia and rested the head of his cock at her entrance.
She sucked in her breath and held still.
With one slow thrust, he was in.
Erin let out a long satisfied sigh.
“Better than your fingers?”
“And my dildo.”
“I hope so.”
She nodded and bit her lip as he stroked in and out. Chris focused on her chest and stiff nipples as they rose and fell. God, I’m glad I don’t have an eighteen -year-old’s hair trigger anymore!
Erin’s breathing quickly grew ragged. She leaned back on her hands, which let him thrust deeper.
He sped up his strokes.
She gasped and met his eyes with a satisfied smile. Her breasts jiggled delightfully, but Chris knew better than to reach for them and lose his rhythm. Better get her off first.
“What the—?”
Chris froze. David stood in the doorway, shock on his face. In his pilot’s uniform, he looked as stiff as a military sergeant.
Oh, crap. Chris let out a long breath and started to pull out.
Erin stared at her father. Her eyes widened, but then her pussy clamped down on Chris’s dick.
He blinked in surprise. Is that lust in her eyes?
David disappeared from the doorway.
“So much for that,” Chris said, as he felt his erection wilt.
With a ragged sigh, she conceded and let him disengage.
“I’ll be back in a while,” David called from the other room. “I need to fill up the car and some time to think.”
They heard the front door slam.
Too bad we didn’t hear it open, Chris mused.
“He’s gonna be pissed,” Erin said.
“Mmm, maybe. It’s not like he hasn’t seen us together before.”
“But the rules...”
Chris sighed and reached for his clothes. “There is that. We’ll see when he gets back.”
“Uh... maybe he won’t be so mad if it’s just me.”
Chris furrowed his brow. “Why? We’re both guilty.”
“Yeah, but if you stay, he’ll lecture me twice. Once in front of you, being all polite and such, and then again in private.”
“Hmmm.” Like I’ve done with my girls on occasion. “”I should still talk to him.”
“Well,” she said, “let me go first. By myself.”
Chris smiled sourly. I have to respect her choices. Even if I hate thinking of her facing the music alone.
“Okay,” he said. “But call me when you’re done. I’ll need to know what happened when I talk to him.”
She smiled and gave him a quick kiss. “Thanks.”
Chris wandered into the kitchen for lunch. He looked at the clock and shook his head. He hadn’t been all that productive around the house after coming back from Erin’s.
He’d been distracted, but not in a good way. He couldn’t help trying to guess what had happened with David and Erin.
It was a relief when the phone rang.
“Hi,” Erin said, “is anyone back from the shopping yet?”
“No. It’s just me.”
“Can I come over?”
“Sure.”
“See ya in a few.”
When Erin arrived, she looked a little down, but not particularly upset. Chris offered to make her a sandwich, which she accepted. She settled into a chair at the kitchen table and watched as he worked.
“So,” he said as he set their sandwiches on the table, “how did it go?”
“Okay. Not as bad as I’d expected.”
“All right....”
She pursed her lips in a small smile. “He said it didn’t bother him that I was having sex. I mean, he was surprised it was you, but he thought about it and he’s cool with it.”
“He is?”
She nodded. “Yeah, totally. I mean, he’s done it with all three of your daughters, so he couldn’t really get mad about you and me.”
“But what about the rules?”
She frowned. “Yeah, those…”
“We broke them.”
She shook her head. “I don’t think he sees it that way. He says they’re about parties and we weren’t having a party. Besides, they’re supposed to keep parents from having sex with their own kids, not kids from the other family.”
Chris blinked. I never took David for a sea lawyer.
“Anyway, he says that he’s okay with us doing it.” She blushed and grinned. “As long as it’s not on the dining room table.”
Chris laughed.
“Yeah,” she said with a grin, “he said he won’t be able to get the image out of his head next time we have a formal dinner.”
Chris imagined David sitting primly at the table while he and Erin writhed on top of it and couldn’t help chuckling. “He’d probably want to eat something besides food,” he joked.
“I—!” She suddenly clamped her mouth shut.
Chris blinked as things fell into place. Her expression when her dad came in... the way she reached for her dad’s cock that New Year’s... the nervousness in her voice now... He’d had years of experience controlling his body language during interviews and he forced himself to be still.
“You what?” he asked as casually as he could muster.
“Oh, nothing.”
“You gotta admit,” he said, “it’d be pretty hot. You laying back, waiting. Your dad licking his lips.”
Erin’s breathing quickened and Chris smiled. On the right track.
“Can you imagine him going down on you?” he asked as casually as he could muster.
Erin froze and for a moment looked fearful. He smiled reassuringly.
“It’s okay if you do,” he said.
She let out a relieved breath. “God, I do,” she said. “I want him to lick me and play with my breasts and....” She looked abashed for a moment.
“...let go and enjoy yourself,” he said. His eyes brightened and he smiled warmly. “You know, have him join us instead of walk away.”
She hesitated, but then nodded.
“Does he know that’s what you want?”
“Yeah, but he won’t!”
“He doesn’t want to fool around with his daughter?”
She scowled. “No, he wants to, but he won’t, ‘cause of Mom.”
Chris willed himself not to react. He stayed silent, waiting for Erin.
She sighed. “He promised Mom he wouldn’t do anything more with me,” she explained.
More?
“But she’s such a hypocrite!”
“How so?”
“Umm....”
Chris smiled reassuringly. Time to lead the witness. “Because of what she’s done with Paul?”
“You know about that?”
“Uh huh. Or at least I know what happened a couple of summers ago.”
“Do you know Mom still wants to do it with him?”
“She hasn’t said anything about that.”
“Well she does!” Erin crossed her arms with a huff.
“How do you know?” Chris asked calmly.
“Uh, well, can you keep a secret?”
He chuckled. “After three weeks of not telling anyone about us, what do you think?”
Erin blinked and calmed a bit.
“Well... you remember how mom bought me that dildo when I turned sixteen?” She asked. “That I got out that one New Year’s?” When he nodded, she continued, “She’s been borrowing it.”
“Is that a problem? Elizabeth and the girls share toys all the time.”
“This isn’t sharing. She doesn’t ask.”
“Ah.”
“But that’s not the point. She’s pretending it’s Paul’s dick.”
His eyebrows shot up. “Really?”
She nodded. “It’s about the same size. It’s even shaped the same, more or less.”
“Okay... so how do you know she’s fantasizing about Paul?”
“I caught her and Susan,” she said with a smug smirk.
He gestured for her to go on.
“Remember when she visited a couple of months ago?”
He nodded. For my birthday—it’d be hard to forget!
“Well, she and Mom must’ve thought I’d be gone all afternoon, but I came home early. I heard them in the bedroom, so I kept quiet.”
“You spied on them?”
“It wasn’t like that at all!” She looked sheepish. “But, I mean, my room’s next to theirs, and sometimes I can’t help it.”
He chuckled. “Oh, really? You can’t, can you?”
Her cheeks flushed. “Well, uh, sometimes I have to put my ear against the wall.”
Let her off the hook. You know the girls spied on you, after all. “Go on.”
“So I heard Mom and Susan doing it. But they were talking and stuff. Susan kept telling Mom how good Paul’s dick felt and asking if she liked it. I didn’t get it, but it still sounded hot, so I, um, decided I’d play along while I listened, you know?”
I see where this is going. “So you went to get your dildo...”
She nodded. “And it wasn’t there.”
“Are you sure they were using it?”
This time she nodded emphatically. “I listened long enough. She still wants to do it with Paul but she won’t let me and Dad do it!”
He sighed. “Fantasizing and acting on that fantasy are two different things.”
“But still! She’s a hypocrite!”
“Is that why you’re mad at her?”
Erin furrowed her brow.
“Remember our discussion prom night? What are you really mad at her about?”
“She’s a hypocrite!”
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