0 comments/ 6690 views/ 0 favorites The Morning After The Night Before By: ukrus After a good long nights sleep, the warm rays of sunlight streaming through our window wake me. You lie beside me still peacefully sleeping you look so beautiful. It has been a very warm night, so we are both still naked, with only a thin sheet over us. Your body looks so sexy and attractive draped in white linen. Your lying on one side facing me, your breasts clearly visible through the thin fabric, they look so warm and inviting, your nipple forming a little mound in the otherwise seamless drapes. With feather light touch, I stroke the very tip of your nipple through the fabric, with the back of one finger. Looking in to your lightly closed eyes, I continue to stroke gently and as your nipple begins to swell, you open them. We smile together and with our gaze fixed I kiss you gently on the neck. You moan softly, returning the favour, as I slid the sheets away from as. I lie back for a moment admiring your body, such beauty I have never experienced before. I stroke your nipple lightly with my fingers, and you slide on to your back, as I start kissing your neck once more. Planting soft kisses I work down your body to your swelling bosom, starting at your cleavage and then working round under your breasts, I kiss gently. I flick my tongue over your nipples then blow gently over the moist flesh, goose pimples run over your chest as your moan softly. I continue playing with your breasts, kissing, licking, blowing and gently caressing until I can feel your body reaching a heightened state of arousal. After the night of passion I gave you last night you feel obliged to return the favour, and rolling me on to my back you lie on top of me, your legs straddling my body. Sitting up, your breasts hanging down before my face, you start to massage my chest. As you rub firmly, you grind your pussy into my abdomen, your breasts swaying gently back and forth. You move down my body, your labia runs over the tip of my erect penis, sat firmly on my belly and the juices trapped inside them, spill out, running down the length of my shaft. You continue down my now lubricated shaft, your labia raped round its length until the head of my penis nudges the swelling lump that is your clitoris. Your rock gently, my penis rubbing against your clitoris, as yet more love juices run out of you and on to my belly. Lifting your hips slightly and placing you hand at the base of my penis; you guide my shaft it into the warm wet folds of your vagina. You slide your body down my penis until your clitoris is pressed against my wet and sticky abdomen. You lie onto my chest, your warm breasts pressing your nipples into mine. You position your legs so they are inside mine, the whole weight of your body imposed upon me. You look into my eyes as you start to rock gently back and forth, grinding you swelling clitoris into my body, every now and then lifting your hips slightly so the head of my penis rubs against your g-spot. I run my hands over your shoulders, and down onto the small of your back. I trace my fingers up and down with feather light strokes, making ripples of pleasure run down your back. You continue to rock gently, your love juices running out of you and on to my abdomen and legs. The heady sent of your juices is filling the air, and with your warm breasts massaging them selves into my chest, I am in heaven. You continue for what seems like eternity, every time your feel me nearing orgasm, you back of slightly, not much, just enough to keep me simmering without boiling over. You know how much I like this slow steady rhythm. It has taken a little practise for you to know exactly when, to change pass or rhythm for me but now you have mastered it, we can keep going for hours. You have resisted temptation to orgasm early, preferring to wait, to share the experience with me, and after well over an hour you decide I'm ready. You don't change pass or rhythm in any way, just continuing your steady rocking, letting me drift into orgasm almost unexpectedly. My body explodes with lust, my hips lifting high into the air as you bring me to an earth shattering orgasm, I feel your vagina begin to contract, as you to, ride the rapids of orgasm. We lie exhausted in each others arm for half an hour or so, before running a nice hot bath for us both to soak in, preparing us for the day ahead. The Morning After the Night Before The previous night my girlfriend and I, along with two friends of ours had played a game of strip poker. This morning I awoke rather groggily as the unfamiliar surroundings of the hotel room came into focus. The first thing that I noticed was Natalie's body curled up to mine with one of her arms across the lower part of my stomach, in fact her little finger was just against my cock. As I lay there looking at bed covers that were hardly on either the bed or us, I started thinking about last night. Did we really play that? I looked down again at Natalie's gorgeously slight body and she started to slowly stroke the lower part of my belly, I couldn't tell if she was still asleep or not. Again I started to think about the game last night and combined with Natalie's stroking I was starting to get hard again. God only knows what time it is, was it still morning? What time did we eventually turn in? And what time did I finally pass out? One thing was for sure; I had never had a night like it before. I was semi erect when Natalie rather croakily said, "Morning stud". "Erm, yes morning, how are you feeling?" "I am a little tender, but it was worth it, that was one hell of a night!" There was a little more life coming back into her voice now. I asked her what she thought about the poker game and if she had ever thought of doing something like that before. "Never", came the response, "but it was great, there was a tension in the air and YOU obviously enjoyed it". True I did, but who wouldn't enjoy getting two gorgeous girls naked. Having said that I am not sure how much Mark enjoyed it as he was out rather quickly. The fuzziness in my head was slowly evaporating I was beginning to focus both my sight and my thoughts. Natalie wasn't the only one that was tender, the end of my now cock was throbbing a bit, how many times did we do it last night? Natalie started to shift around the bed a started to plant little pecks on my chest, as I looked down at her all I could see was the top of her head, with her jet black hair falling down to her slight shoulders. Her sleek back flowed beautifully to the curves of her ass, there is no better sight in the world to wake up to. She continued to peck her way sensuously down my torso until she came to my now solid hard shaft. "Looks like you ready for another round already," and she started to give little pecks on my tender shaft, slowly working her way up it. I could hear voices outside the room, I don't think we locked the door but it didn't matter as there was only Maria and Mark in the hotel as it was closed. We had nothing to hide from both of them anymore. Natalie continued her tender touch on my manhood, she had positioned herself that all I could touch was her hair, there was nothing else I could do but just lie there, sometimes life is just a bitch! As she continued to deliver gentle pecks of the tip of my cock the door burst open, and there was one of Mark's chambermaids standing in the doorway with one hand still holding the doorhandle. This was a bit unexpected but Natalie did nothing but put one arm over my chest and just lick her way up my solid shaft. She was doing nothing to hide my cock, if anything she was pushing it over to point at the direction of the open door with her tongue. The chambermaid was a young girl of about 22, I had spoken to her a few times and I knew that her name was Tracy, she was about 5 foot 3, quite slender with blonde hair and very fair skin. She wasn't wearing the usual uniform just a pair of hip huggers and a crop top that left a very pale and flat belly showing, she also had her belly button pierced with a silvery dangling object. "erm, urr, oops sorry, I didn't know, eerm eerr, any-one was in here", was all she could stammer, she never once took her eyes off my cock. I started to fidget, to try to cover myself up, but Natalie pushed down with her arm against my chest, I got the message. Still rooted to the spot and still glaring at me, Tracy splutted out "erm sorry, Maria asked me to clear this room, erm sorry to interrupt." And with that she turned around and slammed the door shut. The poor girl had gone beetroot red and I could swear I could see her belly starting to turn crimson. I could also hear laughing from down the hallway, and that was definitely Maria. "Nice of you to cover me up", I said to Natalie. "I couldn't reach the covers", was the lame excuse she could come up with. "You could have used your mouth", I protested. "You wish! That would have pleased your ego." And with that she engulfed my cock with her mouth as if proving a point that she could have easily done that. She continued to then suck on my cock, with her tongue doing a merry dance around the shaft. Then quickly she got up and impaled herself upon me, now this is the way to wake up. This is always one of my favourite positions as I can look up and see Natalie in all her glory. Her olive skin looks exotic and although she only has small breasts I love her dark nipples that stand to attention when she is aroused. As I reached up to her nipples to tease them she continue to grind her hips upon me and she told me to make sure I didn't cum yet. To be honest I was thinking that there was no way I could, I must be bone dry inside of me. While I was letting Natalie ride me and after taking in her beauty all the way down her small chest, and flat stomach to the thin strip of short pubic hair above her pussy I noticed that the door to the room had opened slightly again. I couldn't be certain but I was sure I could see two faces peering in, I could swear that it was Maria and Tracy who watching us. I doubted that Natalie knew that she had an audience, but maybe that was why she was so wild as she was grinding away frantically. I couldn't believe that I was doing this while there was some-one watching but hell it was driving me even wilder and hornier. I then lifted Natalie off me and swapped places as I thrust into her from behind, if we had am audience I might as well give them a bit of a show. Natalie always loved doggy style, she says that she can feel me inside her even more this way. So I couldn't let her just do all the work this morning. God knows how long we were at it, Natalie has already screeched an "oh my God I'm cuuummmmiiinnngggggg" and her pussy had a vice like grip on my cock. But I continued my assault on her, I wasn't ready yet. The room was hot and the intoxicating aroma was unmistakable. I pulled out of her and again turned her over, it may be boring but the missionary position is still one of the best. I entered her again as I gazed upon a glassy pair of big brown eyes, she just murmured something like "oh my god, this is amazing." I was still not sure if I had an audience, or if Natalie knew that we had had one, but I was hoping that there were still there and had heard that. Eventually I could feel the familiar tensing up inside of me, and with a few more solid thrusts I came again. I would hate to know how many times that has been in the last 12 hours or so, but I just kept on coming, which seemed to send Natalie over the edge once more. She seemed to be taking many little breaths in with each "oh" but never once exhaling, until that final "yyeeeaaaaassssss!" and with that, the collapse. We kissed for a few minutes and then I rolled off her on lied next to her, both of us on our backs not bothering to cover ourselves up. We just lay there, hot, sweaty and breathing a little erratically. My next line was not very original but hey, the old grey cell was still fizzing, "wow, that was amazing, you are amazing," was all I could muster. And with that the door opened an in walked Maria, looking a little flustered, but giving us a round of applause. "were, were you watching?" Natalie stuttered. "Well, you sounded in pain and I needed to know everything was ok, I think there is still some-one in a hotel the other side of town that didn't quite hear you", was Maria's flippant response. I looked up with a smirk and said to Natalie "give me a few minutes and we'll have to see what we can do about that." "Easy Tiger!" Maria responded, she looked down at my naked body as my cock was starting to stir once again. "Have you been dipping that thing in steroids?" she said looking at my twitching member. (sorry it's a line that has been knicked out of the Commitments but it's a good one!) While the two of us just carried on lying there not bothering to cover ourselves up, its hard to think we had only met this girl for the first time last night, Tracy walked in. She looked at the scene and only said "oops sorry" before doing a quick u-turn and scampered out of the room. Natalie looked at me and said, "we mustn't stay here again, there is not much privacy". "Maybe, but it's cheap", Maria responded. Then she looked at me and said "why don't you freshen up, there is something that I want to speak to Natalie about," giving her a little wink at the same time. I had this feeling last night, I was starting to get a little nervous, since we met Maria yesterday, our sex lives had taken quite a dramatic change, and I must say I definitely was not complaining, but this girl certainly made me nervous. I crawled my aching body off the bed, to be honest I could have easily had another kip, but we were supposed to be helping Mark start packing up his stuff from here. I had to walk in front of Maria on my way to the en-suite bathroom, and I couldn't believe that here I was walking passed this women I hardly knew while I was bear naked and with that post sex glow. As I walked past, she slapped me on the arse, "sorry, but I couldn't help it!" "Yea, thanks for trying to restrain yourself", I mumbled. As I looked behind me, Maria was putting some of the covers on the bed, covering Natalie up and lying on top of them next to her as I disappearing into the bathroom. As I closed the door, I considered leaving it partly open and listen to what was being said, but as if Maria was able to read my thoughts she told me to close the door in no uncertain terms. Oh well I needed to pee anyhow. Once that little matter was complete, I ran the shower and got in. It was a large cubical with frosted glass that had a shower gel dispenser inside it, a good make as well, nice to know Mark wasn't a cheapskate with these things, its little things like this that customers like. Isn't it weird the absolute rubbish that you think about while standing in a shower. Oh well, I just stood there for a moment and let the warm water run over me, and then started to lather myself up. Then all of a sudden the door to the bathroom opened up and could see a silhouette on the other side of the glass. Through the soap in my eyes I thought it was Natalie, in fact I was sure it was but, I had a small hope that it was Maria, well they both had dark hair. Almost immediately I hated myself for thinking such things, but I looked down and yet again I was getting hard. In fact I knew it was Natalie, the slender figure had given that away almost instantly. Maria was slightly taller, and a fuller figure, not fat, but most people had a fuller figure than Natalie. Maria had a much bigger chest as well, about a 34C. After the sounds of a girl badly needing a pee, and the flush of the toilet, then a quick rinse of the hands, the door to the shower creaked open and in walked Natalie, 'thank god' I thought as she walked in. The first thing she did was looked at my now hard cock, which I had been slowly stroking and lathering up absentmindedly, she walked over to me in the flow of the water, stood on her tiptoes and gave me a kiss on the lips and said; "not now Tiger, you need some rest, we have plans for you." "What!!!" To be continued... The Morning After The Night Before Author's Note -- This is part 16 of a series of stories. The whole series (so far) is: The Morning After The Night Before "And now you're in the mood to give Parry a golden shower. It figures." B sat down opposite Helen and started to pick apart a cinnamon roll. "If I can drag him away from Mom this morning." Helen closed her notebook, pushed it aside and gave B her undivided attention. It struck her that nobody looked quite as good first thing in the morning as B did. In fact, Helen reckoned, B looked better, bleary eyed and mussed up, than pretty much anyone else at their best. "That won't be a problem." B said with an angelically innocent smile. "I was planning on getting Meg alone this morning. I'm going to be all sweet and innocent so she can practice seducing a girl. "Cool. I don't suppose we'll see Eric and Kelsey before lunch." "I hope not, but as it's only just gone 8:30, we won't see anyone for a couple of hours. Coming for a workout?" B stood up, leaving her empty cup. "Sure." So Helen would have to do all her make-up again. So what? * * * * * Kelsey moved her hips slowly. Eric's cock filled her so completely that he couldn't thrust without causing her discomfort. Instead, he lay still and let her move against him, controlling the pace and the penetration to suit herself. At least when he entered her from behind like this, she could accommodate enough of him to feel close. His pubic hair was tickling her bottom as she moved against him and his arms held her tightly so that her back pressed against his broad chest. One of his hands toyed with a conveniently situated breast, rolling her rubbery nipple between thumb and forefinger, while his other hand rested gently on her flat belly: Flat now, but not for much longer. Their child was in there somewhere. Kelsey stopped touching herself, placing her hand on top of Eric's instead. She really didn't need to touch her clit right now and she wasn't in any kind of hurry to come. The juxtaposition of rough stubble and soft lips on her neck made her moan and squeeze him tightly inside her. It made him push against her. It made her gasp. She breathed deeply, forced herself to relax and moved against him a little faster. He'd proposed! She still couldn't quite believe it. Last night she'd blurted out her secret and half expected Eric to be upset. By rights he should be mad at her for 'trapping him' but Eric hadn't been mad. He'd been sweet and understanding. He'd taken her to bed and Held her while she cried and done all the right things. And this morning... to propose... out of the blue! She was crying again, even as she'd felt that first, slightly uncomfortable, stretching of her insides as he'd slid into her. He didn't say a word. He knew not to. He just let her make love to him... slowly... almost silently... ignoring the tears on her cheeks. For all the slowness and gentleness of their coupling, Kelsey could feel a climax building steadily in her abdomen like the electricity in the air before a summer storm. She was starting to tingle and knew that, soon, lightning would strike right beneath their hands. And lightning struck, sending her muscles into spasms, making her arch her back against him, crying out involuntarily as her insides twisted themselves around his rigid cock and the lightning danced through her nervous system until every inch of her tingled with the release of so much pent up emotion. If there was a storm raging inside her, Eric's cock was the lightning rod, grounding her and drawing all of that fiery energy to itself. Through the long seconds of her ecstasy, Eric held her tightly against him: The only fixed point in her chaotic universe. "Thank you." She whispered hoarsely through ragged breaths as the storm subsided. "For what?" She could hear his grin. Or, more accurately, she knew that tone well enough to surmise that he was teasing her. "For everything." "I'm not responsible for everything." "For caring about me... For not caring that I lied to you..." "Shh." Eric's hand released her breast and his finger fell lightly across her lips, symbolically sealing them. "You'll wake the baby." He whispered so close to her ear that his lips touched her. "I don't care about you: I love you." "Really?" Kelsey wanted to believe him. "Remember our first time? Your first time?" "Yes." "When you gave yourself to me, you said I was the 'someone special' you'd been saving yourself for. Well, Darling, you're my 'someone special' too." "Oh Eric..." She tried to twist in his arms but his erection was still lodged in her pussy, which still quivered with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She had to content herself with turning her head just far enough to be kissed. "Did you really think I proposed just because you're knocked up?" He asked, grinning again. "Maybe." She felt a sudden pang of guilt because it had crossed her mind. "I'm not that noble." "Say it again." "I'm not that noble." "Not that." Kelsey held his gaze, defying him to continue being flippant. "I love you." Eric said simply. It was the end of the conversation. Kelsey pulled his mouth down to hers and kissed him passionately and tenderly. When her neck started to ache with being twisted round to face him, she made another decision without consulting him. She moved precipitously, pulling away from his embrace and feeling suddenly empty as she pulled free of his cock. Flopping down on her back, legs wide beside him, she reached for Eric's massive erection and pulled him on top of her. "Fuck me, Eric. Fuck me properly... I want to feel you come in me... Ahh!" As she guided the hot, slick tip of his cock between her labia, Eric accepted her invitation, pushing into her with one confident thrust of his hips, making her gasp at the sudden force of his penetration. "Are you sure?" In the back of his mind was the thought that he should be careful because she was pregnant. "Yes..." She grabbed his butt with both hands, digging her nails into his firm flesh. "I don't need to be able to walk anywhere anytime soon." She giggled coquettishly as she made it absolutely clear what she wanted from him. Eric eased back and thrust hard into her. Eased back. Thrust. Back. Thrust. Slowly building up the pace. He didn't often get to fuck Kelsey this forcefully so he wanted to make the most of this morning. He eased off a little when she started to gasp with every stroke, but she just dug her nails deeper into his butt, spurring him on again. Faster and deeper; deeper and faster. Eric carried on right through Kelsey's second climax, feeling her pussy pulsing around him and the rush of heat and moisture as she came. And still he fucked her: faster and deeper, deeper and faster, ignoring the fact her eyes were closed now and she was barely conscious after coming twice. He could feel his own crisis approaching as Kelsey revived, showing signs of life again and moaning as he pulverised her sensitive insides. As he arched backwards and his seed erupted deep in her flesh, Kelsey's third climax wrung a shrill cry of exultation from her lips as she trembled with fatigue and ecstasy, her pussy seizing around his cock so tightly he couldn't move. Limp and barely conscious, Kelsey lay under the exhausted weight of Eric's torso, her breathing shallow. Eric lay still until he started to soften inside her. Only when he could easily dislodge himself did he make the effort to roll off her. Kelsey rolled over too, resting an arm across Eric's soaking wet chest and flicking one of his nipples with her nail. "I love you too." She said, nuzzling his shoulder and closing her eyes. * * * * * Sex, despite the rumours, isn't enough exercise to keep a girl looking good in her skin: Not even sex as frequent and as athletic as Helen and B were used to. The girls spent a lot of time keeping in shape and their 'gym' was the reason guests always had to stay in Parry and Meg's apartment, one floor down. Sure, they could have put the gym on that floor. Parry and Meg actually had rather more space available than Eric's apartment, but Eric had a marble paved roof terrace. It was too cold this morning, but the girls frequently exercised out there in the summer. The terrace was overlooked from a distance by a couple of taller buildings but that was part of the fun. They liked being watched. This morning they stayed indoors and started with half an hour of yoga. It's not enough to be willing, even eager, to spread your legs if you physically can't do it. Since Harvard, Helen and B had regularly used yoga to keep themselves flexible. Helen had often said it was as much a part of her professional skill set as the ability to give good head. Her clients paid her a lot and they had a right to expect her to be able to adopt any position they wanted. Yoga had made her so flexible that she couldn't remember the last time a stress position had got too much for her during sex. "B?" "Yes?" B's voice was slightly muffled because her face was pressed to her shins and her arms were wrapped around her calves. "Were you serious last night?" "About what?" B let go of her calves. Her head stayed where it was as she reached behind her back and wove her fingers together before stretching her arms out at right angles to her spine. "About getting our own place." Helen was sitting with her legs 180 degrees apart in a perfect box split and sliding her palms to each ankle in turn. "Sure. We can't carry on the way we have been. Not with a baby in the apartment. And I can't see Eric throwing Kelsey out." "All good things come to an end." Helen saw B's point. She'd already known it really, just hadn't wanted to admit it to herself. "Its not an end. It's a new beginning." B straightened up, reaching high over her head, then arched backwards until her palms were flat on the floor. "We haven't had our own place since college. It'll be fun." "I guess... I'll miss us all living together though." Helen pressed her chest to the floor in front of her, arms reaching across the mat towards B. "We'll still be here a lot of the time. We could just move down to your parents' place, but-" "I like that idea." Helen interrupted. "But..." B's train of thought continued along the tracks. "Wouldn't it be fun to have our own space? We can make it our own personal temple of Aphrodite." B hadn't just thought of this. She was just picking her moment to suggest it. "Ooh!" Helen sat up straight. B had now got her full attention. "Exactly... Ooh!" B folded herself into lotus position. She was wearing nothing but a knowing smile. "Can we have a pool?" Helen had wet dreams, no pun intended, about having her own pool again. She'd grown up with one in the back yard and she missed it. "Of course." B made it sound like the most natural thing in the world. "Anything you want. If we can't afford it from our own immoral earnings, Eric certainly can." "I'd rather buy it myself." Helen said, folding her legs to match B's position. They were side-by-side now and maintaining eye contact via the huge mirror in front of them. "I agree. That's enough stretching for me." B unfolded herself and rose to her feet with exquisite grace and went over to the rowing machine. Helen took the Stairmaster. She didn't say anything more until they'd both worked up a sweat. As the flywheel on the rowing machine slowed and stopped, Helen expressed what she'd been thinking about for the last few minutes. "We've always been a couple anyway." "Since freshman year." B agreed. She was glad that Helen was starting to rationalize the need for change. She stood towelling her face and cooling down as the perspiration on her body evaporated. "And Eric deserves to have someone for himself." Helen cared about Eric but his relationship with the girls was somewhere between 'best friend with benefits' and 'brother'. He'd tagged along for the ride but Helen and B had been the prime movers in most of the sexual shenanigans since Harvard. Helen was honest enough with herself to see that neither she nor B could give Eric the partnership that Kelsey could. "And none of this means we won't still fuck him... or her." B observed with a melancholy smile. "That's ok then." Helen gave B a tight hug, feeling B's arms snaking around her waist in response. They held onto each other tightly, their bare skin slippery with their sweat. After a long moment, B moved her head from Helen's shoulder and kissed her deeply, tenderly, offering herself in the silent language of lovers everywhere. A kiss like that can only lead to one thing. "Shower?" Helen asked in a husky whisper as her lips and B's parted for a moment. "Shower." B agreed, relaxing her embrace and taking Helen's hand, weaving their fingers together. Helen led the way, drawing B along behind her into what used to be -- and would soon return to being -- an en suite bathroom. * * * * * "This is all wrong." Meg asserted as she snuggled under Parry's arm, enjoying the warm, sated feeling that was the aftermath of a truly dramatic orgasm. "Why so?" Parry had been lost in his own thoughts but Meg's comment brought him back to Earth quite sharply. "When you were a faithful husband, sex was never this good." She winked and squeezed him tightly. "How sure are you I was ever faithful?" "Very sure. By now, you'd have told me if you hadn't. Your first affair was when our daughter seduced you." Meg said with casual - almost nonchalant - certainty. "So my secret is safe." Parry stage whispered, just to tease her. "You have no secrets, Darling." Meg nipped his nipple gently with her teeth. "Which is why..." Parry suddenly realized how scurrilously he'd been maligned. "Hey! What do you mean sex was never this good?" He sat up quickly, dislodging his wife who started to laugh at his consternation. Then she couldn't stop laughing because Parry was tickling her. He was merciless. "We always had good sex." "Pax!" Meg gasped as he found all her ticklish spots with the ease of long experience. "When did we ever have bad sex?" He asked, ignoring her pleas for clemency. "Never!" She cried out, writhing and trying unsuccessfully to fend him off. "Thought so." Parry stopped tickling her the instant she conceded the point. He sat looking down at her triumphantly. He couldn't help noticing how her bosom heaved as she gasped for air. "One of these days, Meg, you're going to end up across my knee." He settled on top of her, mauling one breast forcefully as he sucked on her lower lip. "No I won't." Meg said matter-of-factly. "That's Helen's fetish, not mine... Speaking of which, you'd better stop doing that..." She was enjoying the weight of her husband's body pressing down on top of her and the hot, hard length of his second erection rubbing between her thighs. "You have promises to keep today and the girls will be miffed if I wear you out." "Spoilsport." But Parry stopped trying to interest her in another orgasm. He rolled off her and pulled her back to her customary spot, snuggled beside him. Despite her assertions, Parry noticed that Meg's hand instantly found his crotch, her fingers curling gently around the base of his cock. "Darling, we're her parents. We have to consider Helen's needs too." "Helen needs her ass paddling." Parry had promised her a spanking for being 'a naughty girl'. "So go and paddle her bottom." Meg let go of him. "And you might ask B if she'd like to come and keep me company." Meg declared her self-interest. "If you're sure." Parry kissed her briefly and got out of their bed. * * * * * "I thought I'd find you two in here." Parry interrupted soap and giggles. He hadn't known where they were but the gym had been third on his list after checking their room and the kitchen. "Daddy!" Helen squealed with delight. Not least because B's fingers are very agile. "Hi Parry." B had been less surprised by his arrival because she was facing the door. She pulled her fingers from Helen's crotch and pressed them to Parry's lips as he came close enough. "Morning, Honey B. Mmm." He sucked on her slick fingertips for a moment, just getting the taste of his daughter's pussy, then he embraced them and exchanged kisses with them both. He needed a shower anyway. "Mom let you out of bed with this loaded?" Helen had a handful of the hard-on that Parry had walked in with. "Actually, Sweetheart, she sent me to paddle your bottom but first I want to be sure you deserve it." He flexed his shoulders as B took it upon herself to lather his back for him. One of the advantages of living in this asylum was that he almost never had to bathe himself. "Oh. I definitely deserve a paddling. I'm a very naughty girl, Daddy." Helen put on her little girl voice. "Go on." Parry insisted with mock-sternness. They'd played this game before. "Well..." Helen squeezed some gel into her hand and started to wash his front while B was working her way down his back. "I told Francis on you." "I already know about that." Parry tensed momentarily as B's soapy ministrations reached his buttocks and a couple of quick, slick fingers goosed him. "B!" He heard her giggle close behind his ear and instantly forgave her. Nobody could hold a grudge against the Honey B. Helen was continuing her confession while washing his crotch. "And I threw my dress in the river and made Francis fuck me in public." She sounded contrite but that just showed how good she was at playing the submissive type. Parry knew better than to believe her act. "And?" Parry prompted. He was having more than a little difficulty concentrating on his role in this little drama, with one girl juggling his balls and another threatening to go rooting for his prostate. "And..." Helen paused for thought. "And I let him pretend to be my Daddy." This was a standard reason for a spanking. By the rules of the game, only Daddy was allowed to be Daddy. "I think I've heard enough, young lady. You've clearly forgotten all your good manners. B? Would you be a good girl and go and keep Meg company for a while. I need a stern talk with my daughter." "Yes Daddy." B got to call him Daddy too. She'd been unofficially adopted since that night in a Boston motel room. She left them in the shower, wrapped an enormous white towel around herself to minimise the dripping and went of to find Meg. "Daddy?" Helen's little girl voice got even smaller. "Yes Sweetheart?" Parry didn't pretend to sound cross with her anymore. "It really was very bad of me to tell Francis about us, wasn't it?" "It was." And he thought of just how many ways that could have backfired on them. What if Francis Deerborne had had a recorder in his pocket? It wasn't too much of a stretch of the imagination when he considered how Helen blackmailed the guy with a hidden video camera. "Daddy?" "Yes?" "Will you spank me very hard? ... I deserve it." It was barely a whisper. Helen was pressing her tits to his hairy chest and clinging to his waist, her cheek pressed to his shoulder. "Yes... Yes you do." Parry was never quite comfortable with just how much it turned him on to redden Helen's bottom, but he was rigid at just the thought of what he was about to do. He reached for the shower controls and turned off the water. * * * * * Meg frequently tried to tell herself that she wasn't a lesbian. Certainly, until she started hitting on Rebecca at the office, she could have denied it to anyone outside this household with a straight face. But the fact was she had slept with -- ok, she had sex with -- more women than men. Helen had seduced her and always took the lead. Meg loved her daughter too much to refuse her advances and did thoroughly enjoy the orgasms Helen coaxed out of her. There was certainly something to be said for a woman's touch, backed up as it was with a woman's knowledge of what it feels like to be touched just so. And Meg realized she was touching herself just so, right now. The Morning After The Night Before Kelsey had started crawling into Meg's bed for a little TLC when she first came to Eric's household. They did fool around occasionally but it was different. It was much more about trust and tenderness than erotic adventure. She was very fond of Kelsey and the shyest girl in the household brought out her maternal side. B? B was the one she couldn't deny her desire for. B's perfect beauty was entrancing. Her figure, her face, her skin, her hair, even her nails: every detail was impossible to find fault with. Oh, one could say 'I prefer bigger breasts' but nobody would ever say that B's breasts were in any way imperfect. And B knew how beautiful she was: Not in an 'OMG! I'm so gorgeous!" way, but self-awareness without that excessive pride. It was impossible not to fall in love with a person who gave so much of herself so freely. The last thing anyone who met B noticed was her brains. B was brilliant but it was the one aspect of herself that she didn't flaunt at every opportunity. Meg had spent so much time watching B and Helen, trying to figure out the dynamic between them and just got more confused. B seemed to follow Helen's lead, but B was so much smarter than Helen and, when you watched them more closely, seemed to be gently steering Helen's career through the world. Look closer still and it seemed that Helen was completely unguided, like a rogue missile, and closer still, even that 'force of nature' approach seemed to keep her in orbit around the calm and beautiful Honey B. It made Meg's head ache to try and make sense of it. All she really knew was that she loved B like a daughter and desired her so much she could not possibly deny it, even to herself. "Parry said you wanted some company." B! Blessed be. She really was the genie of the clitoris. Rub it and she will appear. "I don't want some company. I want you." Meg was rarely so bold with her invitations. Her daydreams had certainly had an effect. B just smiled in a way that would have made Leonardo Da Vinci reach for his brush. The towel slid down her body and pooled around her feet like the Aegean foam as Aphrodite stepped from the sea. Skin glowing with chiaroscuro radiance, B moved with feline grace to the bed and slipped under the covers, seemingly without any help or hindrance from gravity. Her nipples were hard and her areolae were swollen and puffy. She'd been very aroused already when Parry interrupted her shower. Meg reached out to touch her. B sighed as Meg's fingertip pressed one nipple back into her breast. Slowly, B eased herself closer until their breasts were pressed against each other and their lips met. B took the lead, flicking her tongue into Meg's open mouth and alternating between sucking on Meg's top and bottom lips. Meg was pleased that B was being proactive. B always seemed to know what people wanted from her. Meg lay back, feeling B move with her, keeping their bodies in close contact without burdening Meg with too much of her weight. Meg eased her thighs apart and felt B's hips move to settle between her legs. They were touching from mouth to crotch now. "Did Parry fuck you?" It was the first thing B had said since she'd taken off her towel and she already knew the answer. Two of her fingers were deep inside Meg's pussy and it was obvious they weren't the first this morning. "Amazingly." Meg's voice was hoarse with pent up lust. B smelled so good, felt so good, tasted so good. She wanted to devour her. She almost screamed in frustration as B's fingers withdrew and B's mouth moved away from hers. Without a sound, B moved right down the bed, flicking off the covers as she settled on her knees between Megs legs and dipped her head to lap at those sticky labia. Meg moaned and reached for her own breasts as B's velvet tongue probed inside her, seeking and finding Parry's come. Nobody was more adept than B at licking Meg. Parry had the most practice but he was a poor second place to this. She gave herself up entirely to the pleasure of B's mouth, lifting her legs at the gentle insistence of B's hands on the backs of her thighs and holding on to her own knees to make herself as completely open to B as she could manage. She knew, even as she raised her legs, why B wanted her in this position. B's oral caresses widened in scope. Meg felt that quick, moist tongue fleetingly circling her anus. That caress always made her tense up a little and that was B's intent. As Meg's abdomen tensed, she squeezed a little more of Parry's semen out for B to lick from her inner labia. B kept Meg on the brink of climax the whole time that she lapped at that libation until the only thing Meg's pussy tasted of was Meg's pussy. Only then did B allow Meg the climax she craved. B moved her ministrations from Meg's labia to her clitoris, holding the engorged bud between gentle lips and lashing it with just the tip of her tongue. She slipped two fingers into Meg's gaping vagina, pressing up against the woman's G spot and -- at last! -- making Meg climax, screaming at the ferocity of her release and clamping down hard on B's insinuated fingers. Only B ever made her wet herself the way she did as B tormented her clitoris now, keeping her writhing in ecstasy until she gushed all over B's face and the bed. Only when it was over - when she'd collapsed back on the wet sheet, panting, soaked as much with perspiration as with come and breathing heavily -- only then did she realize that B's fingers weren't only in her pussy. Meg felt the unfamiliar intrusion of another digit. She'd always resolutely resisted anal sex, but hadn't even noticed B pushing a finger through her sphincter. Vaguely -- everything was vague after a strong climax -- she thought about it and decided she couldn't be mad at B for crossing the line. She'd had the most amazing orgasm and... and it didn't feel uncomfortable. It felt good actually, to be completely open to B: to have no boundaries at last. "Come here." Meg reached for B, urging her young lover back up the bed. B slid all her fingers out of Meg's body and moved on top of her again, kissing her with come drenched lips. Meg was less passive this time. "That was why you wanted to see me, wasn't it?" B asked with a smirk. "Not quite." Meg thought about that errant finger again. "But you're forgiven." "It'll be our little secret." B playfully touched a finger to Meg's lips as if to silence her. "Vain hope!" Meg actually laughed at the idea a secret could be kept in this household. "I guess." B agreed. "So what did you want to see me about?" "This." Meg reached between them, finding B's smooth crotch and pressing her palm against it. "Ooh!" B's eyes lit up. She was more than ready. * * * * * "I see your point, but Eric's going to be upset." Meg had just heard B's plan to move out of the apartment. They were sharing a tub of sudsy water and relaxing after their fun and games. Meg had started to discuss what to cook for lunch but B had more important issues on her mind. "Actually, I think Kelsey will take it hardest. I don't want her getting the silly idea she's chasing us out. We love her and we don't actually want to go, but a baby in the house changes a lot of things. We're notorious. How long before someone asks out loud, "Is that a fit place to raise a child?" "As I said. I see your point. And you're right about Kelsey." As soon as B had said it, Meg realized that, yes, Kelsey was going to blame herself. "I'll have a talk with her if you like." "After we break the news. Yes, please. She's very sweet but..." "It's not easy being around people as self-assertive as you and Helen." As Meg could testify from experience: It was definitely not easy being the older woman in a 'family' in orbit around two such beautiful and forthright women. "I know." B looked wistful. "And that's another reason our relocation will be good for Kelsey. It's good for Eric too. He sort of fell into this..." B gestured expansively, "This lifestyle, because he couldn't get into a steady relationship in college." "Poor boy." Meg observed ironically. "Yeah... but seriously, Meg, I think he'd get a lot out of being half of a couple and having a proper family. It's not like it'll adversely affect his love life, just where he keeps his harem. And he'll still have you downstairs, anytime he can sneak one past Parry." "Which won't be hard to do. If you're not in the building, Parry will be 'out' a lot more often." Meg understood her husband's desires well. "Well, I'm glad you understand. I'm going to need an ally to pull this off without tears." B stood and reached for a towel. When she'd wrapped herself, she took another from the rail and held it open as an invitation to Meg. "You'll wrinkle if you stay in there." "Good advice, just a decade too late." Meg observed. But she got out of the tub and allowed herself to be wrapped in a towel. * * * * * "Ooh!... Yes, Daddy!" Helen writhed, impaled on Parry's cock, her still stinging bottom pressed against his hips as he thrust gently into her behind from behind, his arms around her, reassuringly firm in their embrace. She'd cried a lot when Daddy had spanked her, refusing to ask him to stop. It was perverse but she enjoyed the pain while it lasted and she really loved the way Parry was so gentle afterwards. "See what good girls get?" Parry had always been a little conflicted about these games, unsure how he should feel about enjoying hurting his daughter - ignoring for the moment the fact he wasn't conflicted about fucking her. Conflicted, but not so conflicted he wouldn't play these games with Helen at every opportunity. "Yes Daddy. I'll be good in future... Oh, That feels so good, Daddy... Hmm..." Her reddened ass was sensitive enough to make her squirm as Parry's pubic hair scoured already tender flesh. Her hand was pressed between her thighs, gently toying with her clitoris. Parry moved rhythmically, gently, rocking back and forth against Helen's bottom, barely moving in and out but thoroughly rapt by the sensation and pleasure of being back in his daughter's ass. In a life filled with such a variety of pleasures, this was the monarch of them all. He knew he didn't have to be gentle with her. Helen could take anything Parry had the vigour to give her, but this morning he was in the mood for slow, gentle, loving sodomy. The sensation of her tight passage gripping his cock, peristaltic pulsing massaging him, would soon elicit another climax. Not too soon, he hoped. There was a special pleasure in being rooted within Helen's ass when she came, when all her insides seemed to become molten for a moment in a flood of heat and pressure of contracting muscles. He could feel her hand strumming more vigorously at her pussy and knew he didn't have to hold on for long. With manful determination he clung to his self-control until he felt the first tremors of Helen's orgasm. "Oooh!... Yes Daddy! Fuck...yes! I'm coming Daddy!... Coming... Fuck me... Come in me... Ah...AAAAH! Yessss..." Helen got vocal as her clit pushed her brain aside, grabbed the keys to her body and said 'I'll drive.' She was just barely aware of Parry's cock twitching violently as he drained his balls deep in her ass, milked dry by the fist-like grip of her rectum. "Yes Baby... Come for Daddy..." Parry grunted through teeth clenched tight in the determination to hold his seed. "Ugh" and another grunt, hardly vocal as he gave in to the unbearable pressure in his groin and felt the exquisite, almost burning, tingle of his semen barrelling up the length of his cock and blasting from it's tip, flooding Helen's insides. * * * * * As it happened, B and Meg were the last two to surface that morning. Helen was still naked, naturally. She was proudly flaunting her still brightly pink bottom. Parry had pulled on a sweater, linen slacks and a pair of espadrilles he'd picked up in Costa Rica. He didn't have to defend a preference for clothes: apart from the obvious arguments of age, muscle tone and size, any of which would lead to unfavourable comparisons against the other male in the household...apart from his desire to show solidarity with his spouse, who always wore something, even if it was only lingerie... B had once explained that she and Helen felt more naked in the company of clothed people than in the company of other naked people. Since the girl's liked feeling more naked, Parry obliged them by dressing around the house. Eric was unselfconsciously wearing just a t-shirt and his 'gay icon' pants: Helen's last birthday present to him. They were indecently tight, peach coloured Lycra shorts, too short to be cycle shorts and too long to be hot pants They kept his penis under some semblance of control but only served to advertise just how much of it there was. Eric wore them often around the house, especially when he was working in the studio. He'd even let Helen and B take some pictures of him in them, in typical gay porn poses. Eric had no issues about his sexuality... and no shame. Meg had put on more comfortable, less frivolous lingerie than last night's and a light robe. She'd get dressed later, after she'd had time to do her hair and makeup. Kelsey and B were as innocent of attire as Helen. Meg took over supervising activities in the kitchen in preparation for lunch while B said a proper good morning to Eric and Kelsey. There were tears before lunchtime when B broke the news about moving out. Parry had already heard it from Helen so Eric and Kelsey were last to know. Kelsey took it very personally. Eric seemed in shock. When Kelsey fled back to her bedroom, B, with Eric in tow, followed hard on her heels. "Kelsey... Kelsey..." B had left Eric standing and was hugging her distraught friend, stroking her hair and cooing her name. "It's not because of you... or your baby. Helen and I are both over the moon about that. It's wonderful news... But you don't want to raise a child in Eric's private brothel, do you? ... And we'll see each other every day... I promise..." B offered all the reasons she could think of, but got no response. "You're not chasing us out... It's my idea, so you can't blame yourself... Eric? You understand, don't you?" She appealed to him, still standing mute, watching B trying to console Kelsey. "I guess." He managed. It was a shock, certainly. But he'd listened to what B was trying to say to Kelsey and it did make some sense. Of course, he knew more of why Kelsey was feeling it was her fault. B hadn't heard about his proposal: didn't know Kelsey had two reasons to feel she was displacing the girls... He snapped out of his stupor and moved to the other side of Kelsey, kneeling to get face to face with her, holding her face and kissing her wet cheek before speaking. "Kelsey... Better tell B." "Tell B what?" B asked gently. Kelsey just started to sob louder. "Can I tell her then?" Eric asked. There was barely a nod in response. He looked up, catching B's eye, took a deep breath and said, "We're getting married." "Wow!" B's face lit up. It wasn't the reaction Eric had expected. When she bounced off the bed, came round to his side and hugged him tightly enough to inhibit his breathing, he had to believe she was genuinely delighted. B let go of Eric and dragged Kelsey upright so she could hug her properly too. "Darling. I'm so happy for you... Oh dear. No wonder you think you're pushing me and Helen out of the nest... Silly girl. We love you both. I know Helen will be as happy for you as I am." "Really?" It was the first coherent word Kelsey had uttered. "Really. Now kiss me." B led by example, touching her lips to Kelsey's and willing the girl to respond in kind. Kelsey's mouth yielded slowly, opening like a rose against B's until they were kissing properly... properly in B's estimation. Eric watched with relief, not feeling left out. B's particular brand of diplomacy was the glue that held his extended family together. He didn't think her plans would wreck what she'd worked so hard to build here. He had faith in her. B was way smarter than him and he was smart enough to know it. * * * * * "I was just about to send out a search party." Meg heard B and Kelsey come into the kitchen behind her. "Meg..." Parry's voice was enough of a surprise to make her turn away from the stove. Her husband so rarely interrupted cooking. Everyone was in the kitchen and Kelsey had clearly been crying. "What's going on?" Meg asked. "Eric and I..." Kelsey spoke so quietly that her voice barely carried across the room. "We're..." She stalled until B's hand crept into hers, lending just enough moral support to allow her to say what she needed to say. "We're getting married." Eric and Parry found themselves surplus to requirement as the mass of females in the room imploded around the bride-to-be. Looking at each other past the crowd of excited women, a silent agreement was reached and they adjourned, unnoticed, to the family room. "Drink?" Eric headed straight for the bar. "Absolutely." Parry perched on a bar stool, picked ice from the bucket into a couple of glasses and let Eric pour them both some serious measures of bourbon. He raised his glass, chinked it against the side of Eric's and said, "Congratulations." "Thanks." Eric gulped down about half of his drink in one. Parry sipped his. "It does make B's relocation plans even more justifiable." Parry was no more happy about the girls moving out than was Eric, but it made more sense as the day wore on. "I suppose so... But, damn it! I'll miss having them living here." "And so say all of us." Parry took another sip and thought about the situation. "Was it like this when Helen left home?" "Worse. Meg was in pieces the day Helen went off to college. And, if I'm honest, I wasn't much better." "Kelsey's taking it hard. She thinks it's all her fault." "B won't let her think that." "I guess..." "If I found a way to keep everyone under one roof, would you back me up?" Parry had total control of Eric's money anyway, but this was domestic, not business, so he wouldn't use his power of attorney without Eric's approval. "Whatever it takes." "Ok then. You move instead." "Excuse me?" Eric figured he must have misheard. He thought Parry had suggested that he move out of his own home. "You and Kelsey move out of the penthouse so Helen and B don't have to." "How does that help? You're still talking about splitting up the family." Eric didn't see any value in what Parry had suggested. "We have time. You actually own this building and the lease on the floor below mine -- the whole floor, mind you -- is up for renewal next April. We have just enough time to exercise the six months notice to vacate clause in their contract. There'll be a pretty hefty financial penalty for doing it, but you'll get a whole floor and the family will still live under one roof. The girls keep the penthouse, your studio stays where it is and we have the top three floors to ourselves." Parry laid out his idea. "Brilliant!" Eric relaxed. Parry had solved all the problems in one go. "This place isn't exactly child-friendly anyway. You wouldn't want a toddler anywhere near that terrace." "Enough! Where do I sign?" Eric finished off his bourbon and poured himself another. "You don't. But you do get to break the news in the kitchen. We should be able to get a word in edgewise by now. C'mon." Parry stood, taking his drink with him as he headed back into the fray. * * * * * "Tell me this is crying happy." Eric raised his voice just enough to be heard by the huddle of apparently unanimously tearfully women. Parry exercised the limits of his culinary skills by stirring the saucepans that were bubbling away, unsupervised, on the stove. "Eric?" Kelsey's voice was strident. "How can you joke about it? B's leaving." Her admonition didn't mention Helen but, if anyone noticed, no one held it against her; even Helen, who understood better than any of them just how important B was in their world. The Morning After The Night Before "B is not leaving. Helen is not leaving." Eric stated cryptically. "But..." Kelsey started. "Eric, we are." B was gently adamant. "Parry, why are you grinning like an idiot?" Meg, alerted by long years married, had noticed Parry hovering by a stove -- generally not a good thing. Her instincts forced her to give that situation her attention. Parry really was grinning. "Kelsey..." Eric cut her out of the crowd, gathering her into his arms. "We're moving instead... Only two floors down. Parry's going to sort it out." He made a poor job of explaining it but, like a straw to a drowning man, Kelsey clung to his 'explanation' and to him with equal fervour. "Daddy?" Helen wanted to hear a proper rationale, as did everyone else, and Parry was going to have to be the source of it. "Better make a short story long, Dear." Meg took back control of her cooking from Parry. "Ok. But let's do it properly. B, glasses please. Helen, Sweetheart, pass me the corkscrew would you?" Parry had turned his back on them and was perusing the wine rack on the far wall. He selected something rich and red and brought it to the kitchen table. "Sit, please." He urged them into their accustomed places, even Eric and Kelsey, whose hands were apparently stuck together right now. Helen handed him the corkscrew and he did the honours, pouring wine for everyone. "This should breathe awhile but... no time today. Kelsey? I know you're pregnant but a few sips won't hurt and you need to calm down." Parry cut off her half-hearted objection before it got from her facial expression to her vocal cords. "Besides, Meg often had a glass of wine when she was carrying Helen and our baby girl turned out ok." "For a given value of ok." Helen wasn't sure if she'd just been complimented or insulted, but she didn't care. She knew her Daddy loved her: Always and all ways. "Kelsey?" B caught the girl's eye. "Maybe you shouldn't. The world couldn't cope with another Helen." B's faux concern raised laughter. Parry breathed a sigh of relief and thought, thanks B. "To business." Parry stayed on his feet because Meg was still standing at the stove, rescuing lunch. "First on the agenda: as chairman, I propose a toast to the happy couple." He raised his glass and waited for everyone to catch up. "Eric and Kelsey." He spoke clearly and emphatically, then sipped his wine. "Eric and Kelsey." Echoed around the table. Glassware chinked and wine was drunk. Meg turned down the heat and came to join them, sipping from her own glass. She stroked Parry's elbow as she took her seat. "Congratulations to you both. You know our love goes with you, wherever this leads you." Parry addressed the couple at the far end of the table. "Parry." Eric forestalled a long speech. "Better put the girls out of their misery before you get lynched." "Good point." Helen agreed. "Well made." B added. "What are you planning, Parry?" Meg asked him. "Eric's taking over the floor beneath ours." He was talking to Meg but everyone was listening now. "The leases are up for renewal next year anyway and we have time. The girls will keep the penthouse and Eric's studio will stay right where it is. B's reason for moving was the baby. It's a fair point, but it's easier to move the baby than it is to move you two and all Eric's art and redecorate and make this place toddler-friendly. We'll all still be under one roof and we'll have the top three floors of this building to ourselves." Parry had acquired both apartments on his floor at the same time and only used one. He'd not even considered the other one for either the girls or Eric and Kelsey. An apartment big enough for him and Meg wasn't going to be big enough for the Eric and his growing family. Besides, that spare apartment was frequently occupied by members of Eric's fraternity when they came to New York: A guest apartment being much more useful than a guest room. "Daddy! You're brilliant!" Helen was on her feet first and hit her father like a ballistic missile with tits. She clung to him and showered him with kisses. Helen really hadn't wanted to leave, even though B had shown her it was necessary. Now it wasn't necessary and she was over-the-moon. B hit him from the other side, finding room to encircle him with her arms and kissing his neck before pressing her cheek to his shoulder. She may have started all this by saying they were leaving, but she really hadn't wanted to go any more than Helen; any more than anyone had wanted them to. Kelsey was crying again and clinging to her fiancé. Parry was bright enough to realize that this time she really was crying happy. Her nipples were crinkled up and very perky. That was not the reaction of an upset woman. "Well done, Dear." Meg got up, smiled beatifically and patted his cheek because she couldn't get close enough to kiss her husband and because lunch wouldn't cook itself. * * * * * "Darling?" Meg could just make out Parry's face in the dark. "Hmm?" Parry was trying to go to sleep. It'd been a long day. "Was it really your idea to kick Eric out of his apartment?" This was how it had been talked about all afternoon and most of the evening. "Of course. Eric has no idea what he owns and what he can do with it. That's why I have a job." He gave up trying to get to sleep and opened his eyes again. "Why?" "It's a brilliant idea." "Thanks. I have my moments." "You certainly do, Darling... And you've had rather a lot of them today." She snuggled up to her husband, feeling his arms wrap around her, drawing her even closer. His lips brushed hers. "As did you." His tone made it clear he did not mean ideas. "B kisses and tells." "And what did she tell you?" Meg could feel Parry's crotch pressed against her but he wasn't hard. She wasn't surprised: he'd had a busy day. Still, it was worth testing just how worn out her poor, overworked husband was. "That you seemed more than usually proactive. She thinks it's because of that girl at the office." "And what do you think?" Her hand crept into his pyjama pants to massage his no longer entirely flaccid cock. "I think B's usually right. Are you really going to seduce your assistant?" Parry's hands took their lead from Meg's. His fingers wormed their way past the elastic of her underwear. "Maybe." Meg tried for non-committal and came off as evasive. "For the record..." Parry paused just long enough to buzz her mouth, homing in on it in the dark by the warmth of her breath. "I'd love to see you do it." "I don't think I will." Meg wasn't anywhere near as certain of that as she tried to sound. "And, if I do, I'm positive Rebecca won't want an audience." "So borrow Helen's spy camera." Parry made it sound obvious. "Meg? Everyone in this household will want to see you seducing a girl." He was, against all odds, actually hardening. Was the thought of his wife with another woman so exciting? Hell, yeah! "Well... If it gets you this excited..." Parry took his hand out of her underwear and sucked on his sticky fingers. Meg was quite wet now. "I'm going to go out on a limb here and suggest that the prospect excites you too." Meg didn't need to see him to know he was grinning as he slurped at his fingers noisily -- it sounded noisy in the quiet of their bedroom. She said nothing. "Well?" Parry wanted an answer. "I thought you were tired." Her hand was massaging a full erection now. "How many times today?" "You this morning; Helen..." "Twice." "Helen twice; B... just the four times. Your point is?" "Nothing. I'm just impressed." And she really was. Parry never showed this kind of stamina back in the monogamous years. It was her favourite paradox that having other lovers had actually resulted in them having each other far more often. "Come here." Parry pulled her on top of him as he rolled onto his back. Meg found his mouth with hers and ended all the chatter. She pulled the gusset of her panties aside, guided his cock between her labia and sank gratefully onto it, feeling his hot, hard flesh fill her. Slowly she rocked on his hips, working him deeper into her pussy. She moaned with pleasure as his pubic hair tickled her prominent clitoris. After everything, Parry was still her favourite lover. She didn't even mind when she felt his fingers caressing her anus. Had B told him? Not that it mattered now. All she wanted right now was him inside her, coming inside her, making her come while he was inside her. All she wanted right now was him... * * * * * "No more tears tonight." Eric kissed Kelsey's cheek in the dark. "It's been an amazing day and everything's going to work out just fine." "I'll cry if I want to." Kelsey nuzzled against his roving lips. "I'm allowed. Pregnant and engaged, remember?" "I remember." All the same, he kissed away the last tear on her face. "In point of fact, I was just thinking that tomorrow we should go and get you a ring. Make it official." "Oh my god!" Kelsey shot bolt upright in bed, fumbling for the lamp switch. As light flooded the room, Eric saw her expression of genuine shock as her wide eyes stared at him from above the hands that covered her -- he guessed -- gaping mouth. "What?" He sat up too, startled by the sudden outburst. "I just now realized when you said make it official. It can't be official until Aunt Tittie hears about it." "So call her now." Eric thought it was obvious. "It's late. She'll be asleep." It was a lame objection. "She won't mind being woken up." "Ok." Kelsey sounded reluctant, even as she reached for the phone. "Kelsey." One word stopped her hand in mid air. "What's the problem?" Eric knew there must be one: His fiancé had gone from shock at forgetting to break the news to fear of breaking it in thirty seconds flat. "She'll tell my Mom." More tears. Kelsey's relationship with her parents hadn't been good since she got involved with Eric's work and became the most famous virgin since Mary. "She won't if you ask her not to." Eric stretched past her to reach the phone and handed it to her, cradling her against his chest while she dialled. "Auntie? Did I wake you?" "What's the matter Dear? You sound upset." "I... I told Eric I'm pregnant." Kelsey had actually talked about this to Titania before she broke the news to her 'family'. "And?" "And... We're getting married." The big secret finally burst out of her. "Oh? Wonderful! Do give Eric my congratulations. He is the lucky man? Isn't he?" "Yes Auntie. Eric's the one." Then aside, to her fiancé, "Eric. Auntie says congratulations." "Thanks Tittie." Eric spoke loudly enough to be picked up by the phone. "Come over for breakfast tomorrow." Titania suggested. "I want to see the ring." "I haven't got a ring yet. We're going shopping for one tomorrow... But we'll come see you first." "Tomorrow's Sunday. Where are you going to get a ring on a Sunday in Manhattan?" Titania made a good point. Kelsey glanced at Eric, passing the question to him. "Not Manhattan, Tittie, London." He'd been planning to surprise Kelsey with his plans but now was as good a time as any. "Oh..." Titania took a moment to think. "Will you have time for breakfast?" "Sure. Ten o'clock? We'll bring pastries." "A charming idea." "Auntie..." Kelsey interrupted their banter. "Yes Dear?" "You won't say anything to Mom, will you?" "Not if you don't want me to, Dear. It's your business and your life. I've told you that before." "Thanks Auntie." "Now stop sniffling. There's a good girl." Sometimes, Titania sounded more momsy than Kelsey's mother ever had. "Yes Auntie. Goodnight." "Goodnight. And congratulations to you both." Titania ended the call. Eric took the phone from Kelsey's hand and put it on the nightstand, turned out the lamp and drew Kelsey gently back down to horizontal, drawing the quilt around them. "Thank you, Eric." Kelsey's voice was too quiet to even qualify as a whisper. She practically breathed the words against his ear. "What did I do right now?" "Everything." She kissed the lobe of his ear, nipping it playfully between her incisors. "Come here." Despite her proximity, Eric lifted her bodily on top of him and contrived to make the minimal gap between them even smaller. Their lips parted against each other's and Eric did one more right thing before they went to sleep. * * * * * "Honey B?" Helen raised her voice to be heard in the bathroom. She could hear the tinkle of water as B voided her bladder. Much wine had passed that way tonight. "Yeah?" B called back, reaching for tissue. "Are we gonna make an offer for this place, or just pay rent?" She was referring to the penthouse: soon to be theirs one way or another. "Neither. It'll stay a corporate holding, just like your parents' apartment." "So we still have enough money to build our temple?" Helen had rather liked the idea of having their own classical temple. "If you want." B came out of the bathroom. "We should build it near Boston though, so we can cut down on the bad press the frat house gets. David's coming under pressure from the campus authorities. It seems there are rumours of all kinds of debauchery." "Really? I can't imagine why." Helen looked as implausibly innocent as a kitten in a puddle of pee. "So we can kill two birds with one stone: Build our temple and make the frat house righteous again." "Sold!" Helen knew a good idea -- or rather, a fun idea -- when she heard one. "And the first ceremony we'll hold is an all nude wedding." "Whose?" B was pretty sure it wouldn't be Kelsey's and Eric's. Kelsey would be a traditional bride. "Ours." Helen did the innocent look again. "Ours?" For once, B didn't get it straight away. "Oh!" "Why not? Everyone else is a couple and we've been together how long? It's always been you and me, B. We fuck around and we love everyone in this household, but it always comes back to you and me. Let's make it legal. Please?" Helen was surprisingly coherent, considering how much they'd had to drink today. "You're crazy... out of your tiny mind and... crazy... but I love you. Yes. We'll do it!" B pulled Helen down onto the rug with her as she dropped to her knees. Their breasts grazed against each other. "It's traditional to kneel for proposals, right?" "And there's meant to be a ring involved." Helen's finger slipped down between B's buttocks and lightly rested on the tight ring of her sphincter. Helen's innocent look was gone. She looked feral and hungry.