2 comments/ 31079 views/ 3 favorites Quiet Time By: kromen Most of my readers know that I choose sexual quality over quantity, but new readers of my tales should realize that it does take a bit to get to the juice of the story. Thanks for reading and please feel free to comment. * The water was piping hot, near the point of scalding, straddling that finite line between pain and relaxation. I carefully lowered myself inch by lip biting inch, submerging until I was up to my chin. I had it customized before installing it, big enough for three people, had massage jets and a temperature regulator; the closest thing to the Hot Springs of Mt. Zao I had the privilege of visiting while on assignment for National Geographic. All I needed was my personal snow monkey to pick fleas with. Breathing a sigh of awaited comfort, I squeezed excess water out of the sponge, letting water trickle over my eyes, the soulful crooning of Alicia Keys from the CD player in the corner lulling me into a state of euphoria. It was quiet time. The kids were shuttled off to school, dog walked and fed, left to his own devices and my wife was across the hall in our master bathroom getting ready for another day at the clinic. I use to pray everyday for a life like this, but I should have been careful what I wished for, or least got a warranty. Meiko, my beautiful wife of 10 years, and I have what many would call a storybook marriage. We live in the burbs, two wonderful kids, fulfilling careers, no financial worries. But somewhere along the way, we lost the thing that brought us together into this blessed union. *** I met her when we were both taking a Human Sexuality course at NYU. I couldn't stop staring at her; damn near failed the course due to my wandering eyes. She was clearly the smartest one in the class; most of us there for the shits and giggles of talking about anything sexual. She was pre-med and took her studies seriously. I wanted to be the next big Hollywood director so I pursued communications for my undergrad. I kept my distance at first, daring not to cross that social boundary. I wasn't her type, if she even had one. I was a wise-ass bookworm from across 110th street, she a third gen immigrant from Kyoto, Japan. I doubt she's even been north of the Great Lawn. I was sporting knockoff Phat Farm and Sean John to class, trying to represent where I was from but not who I really was. She wore simple skirts and blouses with no brand names. There was something about her simple demeanor that drew me to her. The New York taint that encompassed all of us living in the Big Apple didn't rub off on her. Thanks to a twenty I slipped the teacher's assistant, we were paired up for our mid-term project. Meiko seemed indifferent, not caring about anything but the work at hand, brushing off any small talk. We would meet every other day at the library to compare notes; I would always sneak in some food since the cafeteria would be closed by the time we were finished. She would politely refuse my treats, even when I made her my famous spicy ramen shrimp. There was no getting through her emotional fortress. I was ready to throw in the towel. The first time she showed any emotion was after mid-term grades were posted; we received the highest score in the class. She gave a crooked grin as we checked the bulletin board, lips stretched tight around her teeth, not letting them peek through. I decided to give it another shot, sidling up beside her. "Do you like the zoo?" It was a stupid line, but the only thing I could think of at the moment. She stared at me for what seemed like the longest time, making me regret ever opening my mouth. A heartbeat later, I watched her walk away, leaving me at amidst the sea of commuting bodies. I took her silence as rejection and plodded through the rest of the day, dragging my pride behind me like a stubborn puppy on a short leash. The next time I bumped into her was in the unlikeliest of places. Ground Zero. Three years and a few months passed since that calamitous day in September, but me along with hundreds of others still show up every once in awhile. My fingers interlocked through the rusting fence that cordoned off the area, I stared at the vast space that has long been cleared of the smoldering husks of devastation. Here is where I talk to my father. He was leading his class on a field trip when the first tower was hit. After getting the class to safety, he went back in to help and never came back out. Even though our conversations are one-sided, I know he is listening. I was just saying goodbye when I noticed someone standing close by. It was Meiko, holding some orchids and a note in her hand. She wasn't looking at me, but at the pit filled with earth movers. She breathed some inaudible words and lay the flowers down on the ground. I turned to go, leaving her to grieve in peace, when she spoke. "I like the lions," she turned towards me, giving me the tiniest of smiles. Dimples sprouted on her cheeks and she covered her mouth with her hand to hide the crooked bicuspid, which I found attractive. I smiled back and we walked back to campus, talking about everything but school. We went to the Bronx Zoo that weekend, started to study together on a regular basis, and then saw each other on the regular, much to the chagrin of our peers. The Black women in the class would stage whisper when I walked by, cut their eyes in my presence. Her Japanese counterparts would object more vehemently. I never studied the language, but "Gaijin" became my introduction. All the dirty looks and sly comments wouldn't stop us as we began dating the rest of the year. Pretty soon the protest died down or we turned it into white noise. We had more in common than death. Our tastes in music, food, and movies were almost scary. She also loved getting lost; a game I invented for myself when I got tired of the city. It was an adventure to gas up my 94 Explorer, cross the George Washington bridge and keep driving until neither of us could identify landmarks. Maps were for pussies. I taught her to root for the Mets, she taught me how to look at my old city in a new light. We both visited places that I grew up with all along but never bothered to see for myself like Ellis Island and the Museum of Natural History. My parents always tried to drag me along with them, but I would rather play on weekends then study more. My newfound interest started me on the road to photojournalism. We gave in to each other during the week of finals. What began as celebratory night of sushi and watching blaxplotation films, turned into a weekend of sweaty tussling on a rickety futon. We weren't exactly virgins, but far from porn stars. After a lot of fumbling, muttered apologies, and an actual timeout for a charlie horse, we stopped fucking and started loving each other. It was then that I knew that I would marry this woman, follow her to the ends of the earth, give her beautiful brown babies. Meeting the parents was a whole adventure onto itself. My mother, also a public school teacher in Harlem, welcomed our relationship with open arms. Her father wasn't so quick to give up his only daughter to someone without a little struggle. Still connected to the eastern ways, he wanted me to prove myself and my love of anime and adept use chopsticks wasn't going to cut it. I had the bright idea of spending time with him at his Kendo club in Soho. After about a month of bruised ribs, sprained wrists, and a goose egg the size of a baseball protruding from the back of my head, I was given permission to see his daughter. I still flinch when he raises an arm in my direction. After graduation, Meiko moved to Boston where she was accepted in Harvard Medical School and I, true to my word, followed. I used my degree in photojournalism to string for local papers and some national magazines. With the steady pay rolling in, I found a decent apartment not far from the Commons, and she moved in. Even though we were living in sin, I made an oath to her father that Meiko would become a Dr. before Mrs.. I should have gone into pre-law with all the loopholes I dived through to convince him that we could stay together. She would get home at night, lab coat stained, hair mussed, to find dinner waiting or at least a scented bath drawn. I would sit with her while she soaked in the tub and listened to her rant about professors, fellow students, or anything else that she had on her mind. Sometimes she would prefer to hear about my day just to keep her mind off tomorrow. I usually left halfway through to let her bathe in privacy. After the water was cold, she would get out and after wrapping up in a towel, would join me on the couch during the eleven o'clock Sportscenter. I would rub her feet while she studied or her back when she couldn't sleep. She would make me tea or sticky buns when I've been up half the night uploading shots to editors and sometimes breakfast before she left for her seven a.m. We would make love whenever the mood took us; no schedule for that required. By the time she graduated, I was an accomplished photojournalist. I covered three Super Bowls and the Sydney Olympics, spent weeks at a time in Bosnia, Haiti, and Iraq. We always stayed in touch with each other through email, phone calls, and numerous postcards. We were married in a small ceremony in Atlanta, with parents and close friends in attendance. I never realized that that was the beginning of the end. Meiko started her residency at Grady Memorial in downtown Atlanta. I kept freelancing, the work coming more and more steadily. When I was home, she was on call. When she was home, I was halfway around the world. All of a sudden, those emails and phone calls didn't come as fast anymore. Lovemaking was on a schedule; reservations harder to obtain than box seats to the Braves during their 14 championship seasons. How we ever conceived our first born, Marcus, was both luck and timing. We checked the day planner and figured out it was on the Wednesday that my flight to Kenya was canceled. Our daughter, Komari, happened during our four year delayed honeymoon in Nassau, Bahamas. Meiko soon left the hospital and opened her own plastic surgery clinic. I took a sabbatical from world travel and stuck to sporting events and fashion shoots to be near the little ones. Now we are closer to each other, but only by distance. We moved from out from our downtown condo to a spatial five bedroom abode of Southern gaudiness in a gated community, surrounded by other victims of the Atlanta suburban sprawl. The mood doesn't hit us anymore; least at the same time. We are more like good roomates than husband and wife. The kids, 9 and 5, are attention drains. The puppy dog we bought our first week here is now a slobbering, eating, crapping machine that barks at nothing in the middle of the night. I love my family to death but this isn't what I signed up for. *** The click of the bathroom door startled me back from memory lane. I opened my eyes, tilting my neck to the left to see Meiko looking in the large bathroom mirror as she applied her lipstick. She was wearing only panties, giving me a full view of 135 pounds of her loveliness. Her hair hung down to the small of her back, braided in a single queue. Her caramelized skin shined under the studio lights, still glowing from her shower. She stood 5'9", long legs to compliment her runner's body. I started at her ankles; the butterfly tattoo she gotten after first year residency, remembering how she squeezed my hand to the point of breaking when she first got it. To her lovely calves that kept me paced during our first, and my last, Boston Marathon. I gazed upward to the backs of her knees, remembering how I would make her squirm when I kissed her there. I kept moving; to her ass that I would slap to her delight when she was on top. It was now a little thicker and wider, courtesy of two births, but still sufficient to take a light swat or a heavy nibble. I stared at her rounded hips; how I wrapped my arms around them the first time we danced together. In the mirror, my gaze fell upon her breasts. They had little sag, thanks to Tae-Bo and low carbs, but no thanks to my youthful ravishing. She was a pronounced b cup, just enough for me to palm when we use to spoon at night. I'm usually dead to the world by the time she comes home now. Her areolas always reminded me of peanut butter cups topped with chocolate kiss nipples that never melted under my burning breath. I gave them the most attention, nipping at them for what seemed like hours. I remembered the first time I got twinges of jealousy when she started to breastfeed Marcus. I kept up my vigil of adoration, ending at her eyes. It was her eyes that made me lose train of thought during study sessions. They truly were windows to her soul, but she controlled the blinds at will. They were the first body part of her that I ever photographed. It won me an award in college and the 14x20 hangs over my desk in my basement office. "What?" "Huh?" Meiko caught me looking and was now staring back at me through the mirror. "You need something?" "No, babe." I tried to settle back in the water. "The lights in my bathroom are out again." She concentrated on her lips. "You said you would call the electrician." "I will." I wrung out more water from the sponge. "You leaving soon?" "I got a consult at 10." Finished with her lips, she picked up the liner and started doing her eyes. I gazed back at my wife. This was the most conversation we had in two weeks. This was also the first time we were alone together for almost a month. I was suddenly afraid for our marriage. "I love you." There was a smatter of sadness in my voice that I tried to hide to no avail. She stopped trying to draw along her eyelid and turned around to face me. I could see the tiny cesarean scar peeking above the hem of her panties from the birth of Mina. "What made you say it like that?" I faced her. "I just wanted you to know it." "I know you do, Alex." She turned back around to the mirror. "Come here." "Hold on." "For a second, please." Meiko lay the tube down on the counter and approached the side of the tub, her eyes registering confusion. I reached a wet hand out to her. She let me take her hand and sidled closer. Other than the obligatory goodbye peck, this was the first time we've had physical contact in a long time. I wasn't going to let that moment go to waste. Without warning, I moved up to her wrist and pulled her in the tub with me. Her surprised yelp was quickly drowned out by the large splash of displaced water hitting the tile floor. "It's fucking hot, Alex!" She tried to scamper out but my grip was unyielding. She bit my shoulder in hopes of me letting go, but I wasn't about to. "It's not that hot." I rubbed her shoulders and arms in an effort to calm her down and lessen the growing redness on her skin. Realizing her efforts were futile, she ceased struggling. "Usually, people that say that love you, don't try to scald and drown you." She splashed water in my face and turned her back to me. "I gotta do my face all over again," she said in a less than jubilant tone. She moved away from me but made no attempt to get out. "Your face is fine." I moved over to her side of the tub and kissed her on the shoulder. She smiled briefly, but was still visibly upset. "I have an important meeting, sweetie." She was using the same tone on me she used with the children when they didn't want to brush their teeth or go to bed. "You can put ass fat in some broads lips anytime, baby." I kissed her on the neck right behind her right ear, her spot. "When can you say you have me all to yourself?" She didn't reply, but I felt her walls crumbling. "Can't you hear it?" I asked. She cocked her head to the side, water dripping off her earlobe, to listen. "I don't hear anything." "Exactly." I grinned at her. "When was the last time the house was this quiet?" She grinned at that remark, drawing circles in the water with her fingers. I pulled her closer to me, coaxing her to lean against me. She obliged; her wet hair splayed over my chest and arms. I opened my knees till she was directly between my legs like the time we rode the log flume at Six Flags. I squeezed a generous amount of liquid soap in the palm of my hand and began to spread the green goo all over her shoulders and breasts as she delightfully shivered from the acute chill. As Ms.Keys began to belt out the starting chords of "Unbreakable", filling the room with the tender keys of a baby grand, Meiko softly began to hum along. I grabbed a sponge from a hook on the wall and began to wash her like I use to. Starting at the back of her neck and tracing a path along her right arm, leaving a trail of tiny suds in my path, to the tips of her fingers which she quickly entwined in mine. Meiko sighed and collapsed against me, completely at ease. I ran the sponge over her shoulders, traveling under her neck, leaving tiny bubbles on her chin. She took the cloth from me and began to run it up my left arm, slow and loving swaths, till she reached my upper arm. Dropping it in the water, she traced the tattoo I got of her name and the names of our offspring underneath with her fingernail, leaving a sudsy copy on top. I used my hands to rub the tension out of her upper back, grinding out the brick of problems until she was a cotton ball of relaxation. I watched her nipples harden as I used my thumbs to circle her areolas, grazing over them. They fell under the pressure of my thumb, only to stand erect again when I passed. Meiko groaned her approval and reciprocated by reaching behind her for a grip on my hardening penis. Lightly running her fingers up and down my shaft, her breathing turned into soft moans. "Hold me." Twisting her body around until she was able to wrap her arms around my waist, Meiko rested her head against my chest. The steam left her eyeliner in ruins as they ran rivulets down her cheeks and lazily mixed with the bath water. She looked up at me and we kissed, like it was the first time all over again with the Bronx Zoo chimps as witnesses. I tasted the mint of her toothpaste as her tongue sought out mine. I ran my right hand down her back, fingers fighting through wet tangles of hair until I reached slippery spine. I rubbed along the ridges, feeling each bump pass underneath my fingertips until I reached the curve of her butt underwater. She moaned in approval as I squeezed it, kneading it between my fingers; slight give like a baker's dough. I hooked the waistband of her panties with my finger, sliding them down her thighs. She kicked them the rest of the way down her legs, flicking them off when they reached her ankle until they landed with a wet splat on the tile. She chewed on my bottom lip, one hand remained behind me, scratching me between the shoulder blades while the other resumed stroking me, her surgical fingers seeking out the pulsing vein. I shifted my hips, pressing my dick against her palm, couldn't remember the last time it was held my someone other than me. We kept kissing, exploring each other all over again. Her breast brushed against my forearm, nipple hard enough to cut diamond. Her tongue left my mouth, in search of other orifices, plunging into my ear. That was the weakest spot on my body and my body reacted to it. Goosebumps sprouted along my arms, quickly washed away by her wet kisses. With my left hand, I moved from her breast to her belly until I found her sensitive nub. She gasped and then moaned, spreading her legs wider to give me better access. She gripped me tighter, I flicked my fingers back and forth, eventually parting the soft folds of her labia, until I was inside her two fingers deep. "Love me." I rose up, grabbing her by the waist, and pulled my wife in a straddling position till we were facing each other. I could feel the slipperiness of her love as she brushed against my thigh. She moved against me, pressing her clit against my shaft, rubbing back and forth till it hardened like her nipples. I cradled her head with my right arm, supporting her back with the other as she increased the friction. Meiko moved her hair, which was now plastered against her face, out of her eyes and looked at me. Quiet Time "I never stopped loving you, Alex." "I know, baby." "We never had the time anymore." "Well, the world is gonna have to wait while we catch up." She smiled and drew closer to meet her lips with mine, while guiding me inside her at the same time. The sloshing of the water along the sides of the tub slowly overtook the music as she humped against me, lower lip trapped between clenched teeth, the sounds of her pleasure escaping in the tiniest of moans. As hot as the water was, I could feel the difference between it and her arousing heat. I pressed closer and gripped her ass with both hands as she rocked on top of me. "No one's here, Meiko" My comment was answered by a deep groan as she stopped biting her lip and let out all the pent-up frustration of work and day to day responsibilities. I felt myself slide deeper inside her, her inner sanctum receiving me, gripping vise-like. "I love you, I love you, I love you..." I couldn't get the words out fast enough as I peppered her face and neck with kisses. "Show me," she breathed. I raised my hips higher, causing me to slide deeper inside her and lower in the water. Before I knew it I was submerged. I opened my eyes underwater and stared at her. I held my breath, tiny bubble escaping to pop at the surface. My lungs burned from the lack of oxygen and my throat tightened in search of fresh air but I stayed under, still inside Meiko, my hands locked on her hips. The water stilled and I began to see more clearly. She looked back through the water at me and I saw the love was still there. She saw that I was ready to give life for her as quickly as I could give it to her. I was out of air, ready to rise but Meiko came down to me, planting her lips on mine, giving me her oxygen. I took all she gave; breathing turned to kissing. I felt the familiar twang starting in the pit of my stomach, my dick convulsing in anticipation. The little air I received was spent and Meiko was surely out as well, but we kept our lips pressed to one another, pelvis' crushed together as one. I began to come, deep blasts of devotion filling her sanctum, starting her on a simultaneous orgasm. We rose out of the water together but never detached, riding it out together. Meiko wrapped her arms around me tightly, knees raised out of the water. I felt her shaking as she bit down on my shoulder, hips bucking feverishly. She hasn't come like that since med school. We stayed in that for what seemed like hours, only a light caress or shared kiss to break up the monotony. I was no longer hard and my cock slipped out of her , but we stayed in that position. Her phone rang in the next room, but we didn't move. The water cooled, but we just hugged the chill away. Only when the downstairs door opened; the weekly maid showing up for duty, did we part. I moved quickly as I could, trying to jumpstart my circulation through my legs again. When I got out, I helped Meiko, wrapping her up in a towel. She ran giggling like a schoolgirl back across the hallway to the bedroom before the maid made it upstairs. I grabbed my terry bathrobe, quickly donning it and meeting the help halfway on the stairs. I dismissed her for the day and returned to the bedroom to find my wife stretched out on the unmade bed, towel cast aside. She had her eyes closed, a coy smile on her face. I turned to leave her, assuming she fell asleep when she spoke. "You know that light in my bathroom?" "Huh?" "The broken light." "Oh yeah. I'll call the guy." "Don't worry about it, I like your bathroom better." I smiled, strolling over to her on the bed and curling my body around hers. "I'm cutting back on days." She opened her eyes and turned to look at me. "I've missed this too." I knew she wasn't just talking about the sex, even though it was as intense as the first time, but the fact that we were together. I leaned over and kissed her eyelids, then her nose. She pressed up against me where we lay, once again, as husband and wife. Quiet Times It was the Friday night before... She woke to silence, everyone in the house was asleep. Unable to get back to sleep she got out of bed and went to the kitchen to get something cold to drink. She poured herself a glass of orange juice and as she sipped it she noticed a light coming from underneath the door to the den. After drinking the orange juice she set the glass in the kitchen sink and walked slowly toward the light. Not wanting to wake anyone she decided to slowly turn the door knob and peek in. As the door opened she could see him sitting at his desk working at his computer. She snuck quietly inside to see what he was working on. Slowly walking toward him she noticed he wasn't working at all but was looking at a video of three young ladies ranging from ages 18 to 20 taking a shower in what appeared to be a locker room. She moved a little closer and could see he had one hand on the desk and one in his lap, then she saw his cock sticking through the slit of his boxers, he was stroking it as he watched them bathe. He was unaware she was in the room. Yess, she heard him whisper. She quietly moved closer behind him, leaned down and softly kissed his ear. He pushed around turning his chair and looked at her, he sat there in his chair with his cock sticking straight up in the air. She was standing in front of him. They just looked at each other not moving. Then she began to move closer to him at the same time raising her nightshirt as she straddled his lap. He made no attempt to stop her from lowering herself onto his lap impaling herself onto his hard cock. They continued to stare into each others eyes not speaking. She lowered down more and felt his cock touch her slit. Oooh she moaned. Yesss he whispered, at the same time. As she slowly lowered down his cock slipped between her pussy lips. She continued until he was sucked completely inside her wetness. They stared into each others eyes not speaking. After sitting on his lap with his cock completely inside her she felt his hands go to her waist and start to raise her up, she pushed up on her toes. He tightened his hands on her waist and pulled her back down, he pushed his hips up, his cock slid back inside her pussy as she slid back down. She put her hands on his shoulders to help push up. They continued starring into each others eyes. Still not speaking. Up and down she was raised and lowered as her pussy continued sucking him in. In and out his cock slid, in and out, in and out; up and down she rode feeling every inch of his hard pole. As the feeling got more intense she leaned into him cheek to cheek breathing hard and whispered with a quiver in her voice into his ear. Daddy. Yess baby, he whispered back. Still nothing else was said as they fucked more; hard then harder until they were cuming. He slammed her pussy down hard impaling her on his cock , when he felt her cum he exploded gush after gush of his hot cum (the seed that made her) deep inside her pussy. They sat there holding each other close and breathing into each others neck until their breathing calmed. Without either of them speaking he released his hold on her waist, she stood up pushing her nightshirt down as he replaced his cock inside his boxers. She turned and walked toward the door, at the same time he turned his chair around to look at the computer screen to watch his girls take a bath, he heard the door close as she left the room. The next morning, Saturday.... Today is her wedding day, everyone is rushing around. She would be saying her vows in three hours becoming the wife of the man she loves for the rest of her life. But there was last night; the time she spent with "her daddy", the times they have spent together for the past four years every since her 18th birthday. The special times just for the two of them times no one knows about. Will they come to an end. The reception... Everyone is having such a good time, the toasts, the dancing and everything that goes along with a wedding. She slowly moves toward the ladies room moving past her guests on the dance floor. As she pushes open the door she looks back over her shoulder and smiles at her little sister. When she goes into the bathroom she notices there are a couple of ladies talking and they hug her and say congratulation. Thank you she said proceeding to the last stall (the handicap) since it is the biggest one and she needed room for her gown. As she raised her gown and pushed her pantyhose down (no panties) she sat down on the toilet and was peeing. She heard the bathroom door open. She continued to replay the mornings events over in her mind how lovely everything was and how happy they are going to be. Then... Baby are you in here? Dad? Yes sweety are you ok? I'm fine dad what's wrong? Nothing he answered. As he tried to open the stall door she stood up and unlocked it but before she could open it he pulled it open and stepped inside the stall with her. Daddy? What are you doing? He didn't answer just kissed her pulling her close. Pushing back she said, is something wrong Dad? No baby he said, it's just I'm gonna miss my little girl that's all. She hugged him tight. I'm gonna miss you too daddy. She whispered in his ear. Holding him close she put her hands on his face and gave him a quick kiss on the lips then pulled back looking into his eyes. We both knew this day would come one day daddy, she whispered. I know he said, I know but I am still going to miss you. Oh daddy she said. Giving him a quick kiss again then putting her arms around him holding him close. As they held each other she felt his hands sliding up and down her back then rubbing her butt pulling her into him as he pushed his crotch into her. Daddy she whispered against his neck. He didn't stop he kept pulling her against his hardening cock. She gave in rubbing against him. His hands started to raise her gown and with her pantyhose already at her feet he just slipped his finger inside her pussy from behind. ooh baby, he whispered. They pulled back looked at each other and without words she lowered her hands to his belt buckle, unbuckled it and slowly lowered the zipper on his pants. With his pants open she started pushing them down at his sides. When they were over his hips they dropped to the floor and she felt his hard cock against her stomach. As she turned her back to him he lifted her gown above her waist, she leaned forward placing her hands on the wall over the toilet. Her dad rubbed her buttocks moaning. My little girl is all grown up. When she felt him touch her pussy with his cock she turned and looked over her should... Daddy. She was only able to moan his name when she felt his cock slid inside her. When he was completely inside her pussy, she could feel his hot breath on her cheek as he whispered in her ear... Oooh god baby you feel good. The bathroom was filled with their moans when they heard the bathroom door open. Shush he said in her ear; they stood completely still so as not to be discovered. Her heart was pounding with fear as the door to the stall next to them closed and she heard the lock slide. They quietly listened to some one peeing in the stall next to them. Shussh, he whispered in her ear again. He slowly started pulling back and pushing forward. When she started to say daddy he put his hand to her mouth and whispered in her ear... Shusssh. He was fucking her while some one was taking a pee in the stall next to them. He was moving but not fast so not to make any noises. When they heard the toilet flush he stopped moving then the lock slid and when they heard the water turn on he started to fuck her again. She was so afraid of getting caught she had he eyes closed tight praying and hoping that person doesn't notice their feet. Then the water stopped and the bathroom door closed. Ooh god that was hot, he whispered into her ear. He started fucking her harder. Daddy we have to stop before they start looking for me. Ok baby we will just a minute that was so hot im gonna cum. As he talked he started pounding into her making her push back against him harder. Oh baby fuck me, fuck yeaa, he said. He shot his cum into her. Turning and looking over her shoulder at him she said... Dad, we have to go. He slowly pulled back, his cock slipped from her pussy, and cum dripped down her leg. He pulled his pants up, zipped them and buckled his belt. He kissed her then opened the stall door and stepped out. You go ahead first daddy I need to clean up. He kissed her again and said... I love you baby. I love you too daddy, now go. She watched him slowly open the bathroom door and peek out making sure no one saw him. After he was gone she cleaned her pussy and straightened herself up then went out behind him. She and her husband honeymooned in Jamaica and upon their return home they had dinner at her parent's house, thes were there. They showed pictures and shared how much fun it was. All during the night she would look at her dad and he gave her a loving smile. When it was time to go her parents said for every one to stay all night so they could all have breakfast together. His parents would sleep in her sister's bedroom who was pouting because she would have to sleep on the couch. She and her new husband would sleep in her room. With the house silent and everyone asleep (including her husband) she slipped out of bed hopping to find her dad in the den she softly walked passed the family room and continued down the hall. She approached the door to the den and could see the light under the door. Turning the knob slowly she opened it so as not to make any sound. She stepped into the room and could see her dad at his desk with his back to her, she stopped. Watching in shock he was not alone. It was her little sister(18); leaning over their dad's desk, her night gown was pulled up over her hips and his boxers were on the floor at his feet. He was fucking her little sister. Not wanting them to see her she slowly moved back out the door but before she could close it she heard... Oh daddy oh god I'm gonna cum. Hearing that she looked up; he was looking over his shoulder at her but continued fucking into her sister. She just stared into his eyes as he moaned his orgasm. Daddy's cummin baby, Uh ooh yes daddy. His youngest daughter moaned. When he turned his attend back to unloading his hot cum into her sister's pussy she slowly backed out of the room closing the door. Walking slowly back to her bedroom and getting into bed with her husband she thought to herself (as he snuggled up to her), how long has that been going on?