3 comments/ 39526 views/ 11 favorites The Visitor Next Door By: grayshade THE VOYEUR'S SURPRISE "Well." I thought to myself, "Let's see what Jennie is up to this Saturday afternoon in June." I stood by the upstairs window that overlooked our neighbor's backyard pool. Jennie Carson was my obession since we moved in here a couple of years ago. The next door neighbors' college-age daughter who came home each summer to bum by their pool as soon as the weather turned warm. I managed to see her more than several times sunbathing in a thong bikini while her parents worked at the hardware store they ran in town. "Jeezus." I said to myself as I spied her on the chaise lounge completely nude this time. No bikini top or bottom for Jennie, I thought lasciviously, as I watched her reclining face down on the chaise. "What a great ass!" I thought as my hand went instinctively to my growing hard-on inside my chinos. I marveled at the sight below my vantage point. Jennie's lean, athletic body was breathtaking. Her long brown hair spilled atop her shoulder blades as she reclined. Her back was a soft curve that flared at her hips, flattened by her prostrate position on the chaise and exposed her soft, tight bubble butt. Below the confluence of her naked ass and pair of lean thighs, her legs stretched long and lithe as the former high school athlete she had been, ending in cute ankles and soft, upturned bare soles, with long toes pointed straight over the end of the lounge. Thank heavens that my wife and my own teen daughter were out shopping on this gloriously warm Saturday. I could wank here in peace and quiet as I looked at Jennie's ass in full view. As I started to unbuckle my belt, unbutton, and unzip my pants, Jennie seemed to awake from a daytime doze and began to roll over. "Even better!" I screamed in my own head. "Let's see that pussy." I thought as I fumbled for my cock in my boxers. I got a firm grip on my cock as the beauty next door slowly rolled over. "What the fuck!?" I said out loud into our empty house. It wasn't Jennie on the chaise. It was a dude. I mean a young man. He tousled his long brown hair as he settled himself to sunbathe on his back. His soft cock dangled across his right thigh. He opened his legs a few inches and I saw his scrotum sitting like peaches between his thighs. I was surprised at his likeness to Jennie, the object of my obsession for these two years. He had the same body type as the next door neighbors' daughter, right down to her long brown hair, thin waist, and long legs. And her ass. I should say HIS ass. Yeah, I thought that to myself as I continued watching this young guy stretch out nude on the chaise below my vantage point. He had a girl's ass. As I continued watching, though my hard-on had gone soft, Jennie herself appeared walking from their sliding glass doors from the kitchen with a tall glass of ice-water for the newcomer. She laughed and said something that I imagined had something to do with his nudity. She handed him the glass and bent down to kiss his forehead between the long brown strands that framed his face. Jennie looked as good as always in gym shorts and a small top but she retreated quickly back to the house and I was left looking down on this...this guy laying naked on her chaise. I heard our driveway door open and my wife and daughter entered laughing about something. "Jack? Are you upstairs?" My wife Paula called. "Yeah." I yelled down as I darted to the bathroom to pull up my pants and tuck my softened cock back where it should be on a Saturday afternoon. I ran some water and splashed and dried my face. I made sure I looked OK, then went downstairs. Paula and my daughter, Erika, were still laughing about some shared joke as they arranged their shopping bags on the kitchen counter. "We're going to make some lunch. You want something?" Paula asked, looking at me strangely. "You look a little red, Jack. Are you feeling alright?" She asked as she bent into the 'fridge. "Oh, yeah, I was out in the backyard and it's too warm for this time of year." I lied. I looked at Erika, our daughter, and said a silent thanks that she wasn't as hot as Jennie next door. I don't know if I could handle having a smoking hot daughter in my own house. Erika was pretty and she was smart but she wasn't anything like Jennie. "What did you girls buy today?" I asked in what I hoped was a normal tone of voice after my upstairs voyeur surprise. "Dad! Check it out." Erika said dipping into one of the bags on the kitchen counter. She pulled out a tiny dress with red and white colors. "It's perfect for my sweet sixteen!" She screeched. "Oh, great." I thought. Now Erika is going to start wearing tight, tiny dresses. "Hey, nice." I lied again. "You should have seen her, Jack, she looked stunning." Paula said over her shoulder as she assembled our lunch on the far end of the counter. "I bet you did, E." I said, hoping to sound enthusiastic. "I'll try it on and model it." Erika said and ran off upstairs. "Be back in time for lunch." Paula yelled at our retreating daughter. "Isn't that a little skimpy?" I asked my wife. "What? No, that's what girls wear now. Don't fret." Paula answered. Paula had the lunch spread out and called upstairs. "Erika! Lunch!" I heard her bounding down the stairs and she was in the doorway of the kitchen. "Hey, I'm here." She yelled to get our attention. Erika struck a pose in the short dress and she looked magnificent. She had quickly applied some makeup and she looked like someone else. She looked like Jennie next door. I had never before compared her to another girl, yet here she was with her own long brown hair fluffed in the same style as Jennie. Erika's body was less developed at fifteen but it was a close match to the beauty next door. "Oh, dear, Jeezus, what is happening today?" I wondered to myself. Paula said, "Erika, get some iced tea, if you want something to drink." Erika went to the 'fridge and bent inside to retrieve the pitcher. Before she turned around, I had a good look at her ass bent over in the new tight dress. "I shouldn't." I said to myself and quickly turned my head to smile at Paula and grab the sandwich makings. "Mom, I love this dress!" Erika shrieked as she sipped her iced tea and reached for the tomato slices. "I'm glad you like it. It looks great on you. Don't you think so, Jack?" Paula asked me. "Erika, it's very nice but it is awfully short and tight." I said with a wag of my head. "Da-a-a-d." She whined. Paula laughed. "She's growing up, Jack. She's a young woman now." "That's what I'm afraid of." I answered ruefully. "Oh, pish-tosh." Erika said, using a phrase she must have picked up from some old movie. I made my sandwich and didn't look up again. Paula made a tomato slice and lettuce sandwich. She's always watching her weight and she's a good-looking 38 year old woman. Her daughter - my daughter - was now beginning to show the signs of becoming a stunner too. Erika simply ate tomato slices and nibbled at a single piece of rye bread. We ate in silence and I think Paula and Erika had picked up on my absence of mind. "Hey, Mom?" Erika asked with a reluctant beseeching-ness in her voice. "Can we go out again and buy some shoes? I need something new to go with this dress. Can we?" She asked. Paula chuckled, looked over at Erika and said, "Sure, I'll take you to Cloverleaf." "Can I wear my dress?" Erika piped up quickly. "No." I said with authority. "You're not wearing that to the mall." "Oh, Daddy, I need shoes, see?" She propped one bare foot up on the countertop and wiggled her toes at me. I took a deep breath. Her bare feet and soles reminded me of Jennie's bare feet that I was just looking at earlier. I mean the young man's feet who looked like Jennie. "Damn, this is getting too weird." I thought to myself. "Go and buy all the shoes you want but you're not wearing that dress." I said with what I hoped would be finality. "Deal." Erika said and giggled at her partial victory. With that, she hopped off the kitchen stool and tore back upstairs to change. "Jack, don't be a downer. She's so excited." Paula said. "She's never dressed like that before. It...alarms me." I said with caution in my voice. "She's a good girl and she's beautiful. Don't be one of those Dads." Paula said as she cleared the lunch and dropped plates in the sink. "I'll watch out for her. We'll be out for awhile, if that's OK." She said. "Yep, OK." I said in a defeated voice. "Try not to break the bank, OK?" Erika reappeared in her normal weekend summer togs and flip flops and she and Paula went back out to the car. Once they were gone and the car disappeared around the corner of our street, I raced back upstairs to see what was going on at the pool next door. The young man was still lying on his back with his soft but surprisingly long penis draped over his thigh. He appeared to be sleeping. I studied the anonymous visitor. I envied his long, youthful cock and the tight young body he displayed without embarrassment as he dozed naked in sight of me and the other near neighbors. He had a lean but soft face with high cheekbones and pouty lips. His long hair seemed perfectly natural for the rest of his body, even if it seemed somewhat effeminate. "Did I ever look that good when I was his age (which I figured was close to Jennie's, somewhere between 19 and very early 20's)? Probably not." I thought despondently. Suddenly, he seemed to awake and moved his cock from the right thigh to the left. Then reclined his head again and shut his eyes. I felt my own middle-aged cock stir when he rearranged his tool. "Holy mother. I'm getting turned on." I thought, more subconsciously than consciously but the realization was apparent, as I started to get wood looking at the naked guy below me. I undid my belt and trousers as I had done earlier. I trained my eyes over every inch of the dude's body, from long hair and pretty face, to his thin, toned torso, to the gorgeous (yes, gorgeous) cock splayed over his thigh, to the long sinewy legs and, yes, delicate, feet. Suddenly, I spied Jennie skipping out from the glass doors of the Carson house. She was now in her swimsuit, a skimpy bikini top and skimpier bottom that I knew from experience was a thong. She leaned over the guy and I had a perfect view of her full, young woman's bosom, as she bent down to kiss him on the mouth. The dude shook himself awake as Jennie giggled over him. Then she placed a towel on the wooden deck and got on her knees at the midsection of the reclining guy. In an expert and flawless motion, she scooped the dude's cock up and immediately sucked it into her mouth. Despite his length, she managed to go deep so that she was fully throating the guy. "Motherfucker." I softly mouthed the word aloud from my own private lookout perch. Jennie began to slowly blow the guy, always going deep when she pushed her head down. The dude seemed totally nonchalant about this awesome act and simply rubbed one of her bare shoulders as Jennie bobbed up and down, focused on giving head. I had my cock in my hand now and stroking for all I was worth. Jennie turned her face up to the dude and said something and giggled. Then she went back down on him. After several more deepthroats, the guy seemed to finally come alive and tousled her hair as she buried her face over that long cock and stayed low for awhile. She retreated maybe halfway back up his pole then he tapped her head twice. Jennie went down and stayed there as the dude raised his ass from the chaise and I saw him shiver. He was coming as she stayed glued deep on his cock. "Holy, fuck!" I cried into the silence of our upstairs hallway as I felt myself beginning to come. I watched Jennie closely and I could see her cheeks puff out and suck, puff out and suck, as she took the guy's load deep into her mouth. Finally, she pulled off the guy's cock where it stood at attention of its own accord as she threw her head backward and I saw her gulp the last of his jizz down her throat. She fell back on top of his thigh and laughed with shaking shoulders. "Fuckin'-A." I whispered to myself as I cupped the meager amounts of my own cum that I had caught in my free hand. I watched a few more minutes. "Maybe she'll fuck him." I thought. But then the dude got up and Jennie ran with bouncing thong-ass to the glass doors before him as they disappeared into the house. "Damnit." I breathed to myself, certain that Jennie was going to get plowed with that long cock and I would not be able to watch. I washed up in the bathroom, then went back to the window where I had jerked off to make sure no incriminating sperm had flown or dropped on the surroundings. Satisfied that I had left no evidence, I sauntered downstairs and out to the backyard. I walked to the far end of our yard and turned around, keeping a trained eye on the Carson house hoping I could spy some glimpse of Jennie and her visitor through an open window. No luck. It was almost a relief as I began to feel shame at my voyeurism and the idea I jerked off to the sight of another guy's cock even before Jennie had given the most amazing blowjob I had ever witnessed outside of a porn video. I moped back into the house, took a whizz to relieve my aching balls and bladder, and settled on the couch to watch a baseball game on the TV. I kept thinking about the dude, then Jennie, then the dude, then Jennie's awesome blowjob on the dude. It was like a continuous loop in my head that I couldn't shake. "Who is that guy?" I wondered. I found myself touching my soft cock in my trousers as I remembered the sight of him laying naked, cock exposed, on the Carson's chaise lounge. It was almost enough to crowd out the thought of Jennie in her thong giving head to him. I must have dozed off with these thoughts in my tired and frustrated head. THE WHITE DRESS AND STRIPPER HEELS The sound of the door opening with the soft chimes of our alarm system dinging brought me back to the world again. "Daddy! I'm home!" Erika's voice cried as I heard her clunking in from the driveway entrance through the laundry room. I heard Paula's step, closing the door behind them. I stirred up from the couch, leaning back in a wiped-out seated posture in the deep sofa cushions. I looked up at the side entrance of the family room. Erika was standing there smiling from ear to ear. She started to do a little dance as I shook the cobwebs from my sleepy head. Paula appeared standing behind Erika. "Don't be mad, Jack." Paula said sternly. I sat bolt upright as I saw my daughter clearly now. She was wearing another skintight and very short dress in brilliant white. She threw a leg out and shook it. She had on a pair of sky-high, white platform sandals. She ran into the family room and preened for me, throwing one leg back and up so I could see her new shoes. "Daddy, they are divine. Thank you so much!" She cried and then ran towards me on the couch where she planted a wet kiss on my cheek. "Erika." I said, still head-groggy but with a growing alarm at what she was wearing. "Jack, before you say anything..." Paula started. "What are you WEARING?!" I cried to my wife and daughter, looking at one, then the other. "Oh, Daddy." Erika said simply as she continued her sexy circuit around the family room. "Jack, she looks very nice. I know it's...different. But this is what girls wear today." Paula said in a measured voice. "I'm smokin' hot!" Erika shrieked as she strutted around the room. "No, you're not, young lady!" I said loudly. "Erika, go upstairs and try on your other dress to see if the shoes go with it." Paula said to our daughter. "Yeah, I'll be back in a flash." Erika said and bolted to the stairs. After she was safely out of earshot, I said, "Paula, she's wearing stripper shoes. And that dress is almost see-through. What were you thinking?" I said dejectedly. Paula sat on the couch with a thud. "Jack, you have no idea what it's like with girls today." "Yes, I do." I said, thinking of Jennie next door, giving head to a strange, albeit virile and beautiful, visitor. "Do you have any idea how hard it is for a smart girl in a school with a bunch of bimbos?" Paula asked flatly. "So you want to turn her into a bimbo?" I asked astounded, and looked at my wife. "Jack..." She started. "Return the shoes and the dress, Paula. She's not wearing that anywhere, even at home." I said. "Well," Paula started. "She wore the dress and shoes out of the store so there is no returning them." "And you let her?" I asked incredulously. "Jack. She needs this. I know. As a woman. She needs to feel good about her body." Paula said softly. "Paula, I could see her nipples." I whispered, remembering how they protruded through the stretched-thin white spandex material. Paula looked down at her lap. "Sometimes..." She said. "Paula, do you want her to show her tits and wear stripper heels on her sixteenth birthday?" I asked, still whispering. "We have a couple weeks for her to get over it. I can get her back to normal in time for the party." Paula said unconvincingly. Before we could continue any further, Erika came bounding down the stairs in her original red and white mini-dress and now a new pair of platform shoes that may have been even more rakishly high than the white ones she bounced in with. "Mom and Dad. Thank you for all this." She said proudly, as she posed for us like some girl in a hiphop video. Erika was now wearing dark red lipgloss and darker makeup than her first appearance. When she hit a pose that stuck her ass out in the tight red and white dress, her feet propped on a pair of scarlet platform sandals, I went weak. "Fuck. She's a piece of ass." Which is what I would have said about any woman who looked like Erika did at that moment. I tried to erase that thought from my head. I got up from the couch and walked upstairs. "Daddy?" Erika asked expectantly as I took the stairs. I heard Paula comfort my daughter and tell her, "It's OK, Daddy is tired." Before I went to our bedroom, I took a quick peek out the window above the Carson's patio. It was empty. "So much the better." I thought to myself. The image of my daughter's nipples, ass, and long legs in stripper heels now haunted my thoughts to join Jennie and the dude next door in my erotic thoughts. Later, after I napped again and cooled down, I spent time with Paula and Erika, who had thankfully changed into her nighttime attire of sweatpants and tee shirt and we had an early dinner and watched a movie on the cable channel. My head was still swimming with the images of Jennie, the dude next door, and my own daughter's sexy attire on this surprising day. I decided to turn in early and hoped it would all be over when I awoke. Instead, Paula came upstairs early herself and began undressing quietly while I laid in bed pretending to be asleep. Paula stripped off her daytime attire and let herself naked into the bed next to me. She rustled about for a bit and turned towards me. "Jack." She whispered. "I know you're not asleep." She said as she laid her hand on my stomach beneath the sheet. I tried to feign sleep but Paula knew me too well. "Jack, let's talk about it." She said quietly. "What?" I said in a fake dreamy, sleepy voice. "Erika." Paula said simply, "What about Erika?" I asked, still faking sleepiness. "She looked sexy today, didn't she?" My wife asked in a whisper. "No." I lied to her. "Jack, c'mon," She said as she lowered her hand beneath the sheet to touch my manhood atop my boxer shorts. "I don't want her to look like...a strumpet." I said feeling old-fashioned as Paula rubbed my cock, "Jack, as a guy, you have to admit she looked pretty sexy today in her new dresses and shoes." Paula said as she nestled into my chest and rubbed my cock in the boxers. The Visitor Next Door "Uh, yeah..." I said. "Too sexy for her own good." I answered, remembering too well how sexy my fifteen year old daughter looked in her new dresses and shoes. Then a flash of memory of Jennie giving head to the unknown dude next door. "I could tell you felt proud of her." Paula said. "Well, yeah, but hell..." I said trailing off. "She has a great body that she didn't even know before today." Paula said in a matter-of-fact tone of voice. "She reminded me of you when we were dating." I lied to my wife. "Oh, Jack." Paula said as she slipped below the sheet to take my cock in her mouth. Paula went down on me almost as well as Jennie had done to the dude this afternoon. She sucked my cock silently, knowing Erika was only a few feet away in her bedroom. Paula sucked my cock quietly and I stifled my groans of pleasure at this unexpected blowjob. Maybe Paula had some vicarious thrill at letting our teenage daughter dress up like a streetwalker today. Maybe she was right that she could get Erika to come down off her psychic high of looking like a piece of ass before her sweet sixteen birthday party. Whatever the reason, she was giving me a great blowjob tonight, which with all the next door action today running through my head, was a great relief even though I had jacked off once earlier. I was surprised to feel Paula going deep on my cock as she reached a hand to knead my balls while she sucked me off. "Paula." I whispered as she deep-throated me for the first time in years. She raised her head off my cock and I heard her say from beneath the sheets: "I might buy those same dresses and heels just for you. Now that I know you like them so much." That's when I came, even before Paula could get back down on my cock. "Ooooh, Jack!" She said excitedly but quietly in our bedroom. She licked my spilled jizz from my thighs and balls where it had shot out in a torrent of pleasure as I imagined not Paula but my daughter Erika in the dresses and heels I had seen this afternoon. I laid there spent and in shame. My next door neighbor's daughter, some pretty boy, and my own daughter. Images that made me come while my wife blew me. After awhile, I finally slept. Sunday morning came and I was in the kitchen with Paula. There was no conversation or intimation of what happened yesterday with Erika or our sex from the night before. Erika came downstairs for breakfast in her shorts and flip flops. I was hoping for a return to normal family life and there was no discussion about dresses, shoes, or the sweet sixteen party which made me breathe a sigh of relief. I went out to get some items from the hardware store and had an uncomfortable (at least from my side) encounter with Bob and Barbara Carson in their store. I had a hard time making chit-chat with the parents of the girl next door whom I had secretly watched expertly fellate the unknown visitor yesterday afternoon. I drove back home with the bag of bolts and washers and air conditioner filter on the empty front seat next to me. As I pulled close to our driveway, I saw Erika talking to Jennie and the long-haired guy on the lawn that separated our two houses. Erika and Jennie were animatedly talking as the guy stood close but inattentive to their conversation. I was nervous at this interaction for obvious reasons. When I pulled into our driveway and exited the car with my purchases, Erika called me over. "Oh, crikey." I thought to myself. But I walked over to the the trio and Erika grabbed my arm, leading me into their small circle. "Hi, Mr. K." Jennie said with a sweet smile. She was wearing a tied-off halter top and gym shorts with flip flops below her long, shapely legs. "Dad, this is Zoran." Erika said excitedly pushing me towards the dude with long hair standing on the grass with the two girls. "He's from Slovenia!" Erika said pointing to the dude. I reached a hand out in greeting and Zoran took it with a weak handshake. "Hullo." He said with a European accent. Zoran was just under six feet tall and his long brown hair was fluffed and covered his forehead in bangs, the long strands framing his girlish face and falling on his shoulders. I'm pretty sure that he was wearing eyeliner and perhaps light lipgloss on his pouting mouth. He was wearing a shortened cutoff t-shirt that bared his waist and navel and he had a small gold ring pierced through his belly button. He was wearing a tiny pair of spandex girl shorts that bulged with his giant package tucked beneath the tight material. His long legs were completely shaven or waxed (whatever), I noticed, and his feet were covered in old-school Converse sneakers without socks. "Dad, he's a model!" Erika shrieked as she looked up at me. Jennie and Zoran laughed at my daughter's star-struck excitement. I saw Jennie look me in the eye after I gave the dude another once-over and I immediately felt that she knew I had seen the guy naked on the Carson's deck yesterday and maybe that she knew I watched her blow him while my wife and daughter were out shopping. "Zoran's taking a semester at my college while he does some modeling in the states." Jennie said by way of introduction. "Hey, that's great, Zoran." I said and nodded to him with a smile. "Jennie invited me to go the mall with them, OK, Dad?" Erika asked excitedly. I knew I didn't want my daughter to enter the orbit of Jennie and Zoran but how could I say no politely in front of them after her enthusiastic emotion at being included in their circle. "Yeah, I guess that's OK. Just be back in time for our early Sunday dinner." I said dully. "We'll bring her home safe and sound, Mr. K." Jennie said brightly, giving me a wink as she took Zoran's arm in hers and the three of them walked away to the Carson's driveway where Jennie's old Toyota was parked. I watched the retreating troika and studied Zoran's rolling buttocks in the tight shorts. "What a great ass he has." I said to myself. I didn't even look at Jennie or Erika as they climbed into the car. I entered the house through the driveway entrance and saw Paula standing at the window watching Jennie's car leave the driveway. "She's going to the mall with Jennie and some model named Zoran." I said desultorily, dropping my hardware store bag on the floor. "Will she be home in time for dinner?" Paula asked. "Oh, yeah. Jennie said she would make sure." I answered, heading to the 'fridge for a glass of iced tea. "So we have some time, then?" Paula asked me brightly. "Huh, yeah." I said pouring a glass of tea into a glass. "Jack. Come upstairs. I want to show you something." Paula said in a whisper. "OK, be right there." I said as I gulped the iced tea. I climbed the stairs tiredly and found Paula bent over in Erika's closet. "Oh, no, don't tell me she found something bad in Erika's room that requires parental discipline." I prayed to myself. Paula retreated from the closet holding the red platform sandals that Erika bought yesterday. "We take the same size." Paula said excitedly, holding the shoes by the loose ankle straps. I stood blankly looking at my wife. "Don't you want to see them again?" She asked me excitedly. "Uh, yeah...wait, what?" I said dumbfounded. "Jack, I'm going to put these on and then you're going to make love to me." Paula said as to a simple-minded child. "Oh,h-h-." I said, finally, realizing what she had in mind. Paula moved quickly with the shoes dangling in her hand as she raced to our bedroom. I followed her slowly and when I entered, she was already pointing her left foot into the rakish angle of one shoe. She buckled the sling strap and quickly shod her other foot. She stood up and tried to balance herself with one hand against the corner of our king-size bed. "Hey, what d'ya think?" She asked me with her eyes as big as saucers in the mid-afternoon light of our bedroom. I focused my eyes on the shoes. Paula's pretty feet and red-polished toes were bared atop the scarlet platform sandals. Her ankles were strained to stay balanced in the high shoes and she looked magnificent. Fucking magnificent, I corrected myself. "Paula..." I stammered to express how great she looked. Paula pulled her t-shirt over her head and threw it in a corner. Then she unclasped her brassiere to lay her breasts bare and tossed it aside. "See anything you like, Jack?" She asked saucily. Then she unzipped her shorts and rolled them below her hips, kicking them to the corner to join her discarded t-shirt. She turned in the heels to show me her ass in a red thong panty that perfectly matched the color of the high heels. Paula was still an attractive woman to me after all our married years and her body was still slim with only a hint of belly fat. Her breasts had grown and stayed big and heavy after having Erika and her ass was a picture of nice, plump roundness. "If you want to fuck anything in here, just wake up and come over here." She said, as she giggled at my dumbstruck paralysis. I ran to her and grabbed her. We dropped on the bed in a heap of limbs and torsos as we tussled and made out on our big bed. "Paula. You look so fucking hot." I whispered as I necked her and felt her breasts with both hands. "Get out of your duds, Jack." She whispered as she threw her legs in the air to show off the scarlet stripper sandals. Then she rolled her thong panties down her legs and kicked them into the air to land on the floor. I began unbuttoning and un-belting myself as I kept my eyes trained on Paula's legs and feet in the platform shoes. "Paula...she's going to know." I said as I lowered myself onto the bed to make love to my wife in my daughter's stripper shoes. "It's worth it." Paula said as she spread her thighs for me to climb between them. "You know, Jack, these are awfully sexy shoes to wear. No wonder she was so excited." Paula said and it was weird for both of us to be speaking about our absent daughter and the sexy shoes she had modeled for us only yesterday afternoon. She grabbed my shoulders and we kissed deeply. Paula reached down to handle my cock, now hard from her sexy display and my turned-on state, and guided me to her pussy. I entered her easily and we made love in a passionate but "married" way and after I had climaxed, not sure of Paula's orgasm, I felt bad about leaving her unfulfilled. I rolled off her and played with her clit. She immediately came to attention and again raised her platform-shod legs ceiling-ward. "Make me come." She said between clenched teeth as I played with her. In a short while, she was breathing deeply, then sighing, then groaning as I rotated her clit with my thumb and forefinger. We both ogled her feet in the sexy shoes as I diddled her. "Oooh, fuck, yes!" She said more loudly than normal (released with our daughter out of the house) and she began to shiver and thrash as I played her to a good, sound finish. We both collapsed together on our bed then. "I'd like to try that white dress on, too, but I know I would stretch it out of shape. Then the jig would really be up." Paula said dreamily into my chest in post-orgasmic relaxation. I should have thought about Paula's luscious body in Erika's tight white mini-dress but my mind brought up the image of my own daughter preening around in it yesterday instead. That was followed by a quick flash of Zoran's cock laying across one of his hairless thighs, then the mental image of Jennie going down on the beautiful dude. I started to get wood and Paula felt it against her naked thigh. "Jack!" She said excitedly. "I think I can go again." I said as I maneuvered Paula for a sideways spoon fuck. "Jack?" Paula asked slowly. "Do you want to try...you know?" She asked hesitantly and pushed her haunches against my hard cock. "What's got into this family?" I thought to myself as I took my cock in my hand and aimed it at Paula's ass. "You know I want that, baby." I whispered as I pushed myself against her asshole. "Oh, gawd..." Paula hissed as I entered her gingerly. "Fuck me there." She said as she grabbed a pillow and took a corner in her mouth to stifle her pleasure-pain moan as I got past her protective ring. I let my weight lean forward against her as my cock slid into her tight asshole. "Oh, oh, oh, fu-u-c-c-k." She muffled into the pillow as I went deep in that secret cavity. I couldn't remember the last time Paula let me fuck her in the ass. But the shoes and Erika's sexiness yesterday had liberated both of us, it seemed. I slowly fucked Paula's tight ass, stealing glances down her legs to see the sexy shoes again and again. I got one arm under her torso and the other arm across the top of her so I could handle my wife's heavy breasts. The feel of her soft, billowy breasts and the tight grip her asshole had on my cock as I slowly pumped her was the best thing I could remember us sharing for a very long while. "Yeah, fuck my ass." Paula said, when I pushed her over to lay on her stomach. She raised her hips up in a half-point kneeling posture as I climbed up on hands and knees to fuck her deeply. I could feel myself beginning to lose control as I slid my cock deep in Paula's ass. "Oh, baby." I moaned as I buried myself in her bottom. Paula pushed herself back against my advancing cock. "Yeah, come in my ass, Daddy." She said in a voice I had never heard before. I grabbed her hips and felt myself pulse my seed into the darkest part of my wife. "Oh, Paula." I said simply as I went limp from coming in her ass. We collapsed together and I withdrew myself from Paula's asshole. "We need to do that more often." Paula said in a dreamy state. I lay there hoping she would remember that promise. Then I dozed off. It was sometime later when I was awoken. "Jack!" I heard Paula yelling to me from downstairs. "We have company." She yelled up the stairwell. "Great." I said sarcastically to myself as I got dressed after my incredible afternoon romp with Paula. I quickly dressed and washed my face to get awake and went downstairs. I heard excited conversation emanating from our kitchen. I stood in the entryway and saw that Erika, Paula, Jennie and Zoran were laughing about something as they sipped and held glasses of iced tea in our bright kitchen. "Hey, Mr. K." Jennie said in greeting upon my appearance. "Dad, Jennie and Zoran are way cool." Erika said in amazement as she moved her eyes from me back to Zoran. "Did you know Zoran is a model, here from..where was it, Zoran?" Paula asked with her own eyes widened at his incredible beauty. "Slovenia." Zoran said with a quick smile. He was looking more animated himself now that he was the center of a wider circle of attention than when I had met him earlier. "Yeah, Erika introduced us earlier. Nice to see you both again." I said, trying to be cool with this weird mix of people whom I had either fucked (Paula), voyeur-ed upon (Zoran and Jennie), and erotically visualized (my own daughter, Erika). I had to concentrate not to ogle Zoran's immense package in his tight girl shorts as he stood against our 'fridge. But I did manage to steal a few glances at his beautiful face as the women continued talking about the Mall and shopping for dresses and shoes. "Hey, look at these!" Jennie cried as she pulled a pair of platform sandals from one of the bags on the countertop. "Dad, those are the exact same shoes I bought yesterday!" Erika screeched when Jennie held the scarlet platforms over the bag. "Wow." I said as calmly as I could, imagining Jennie wearing those monster heels in her thong bikini. I quickly looked at Zoran who was smirking as he sipped his iced tea. "See, I told you. That's what girls wear nowadays." Paula said in a self-satisfied tone to me. She gave me a smirking glance, both of us knowing we had just fucked twice with her wearing the same shoes. "They're hot." Zoran said quietly from his stance against our 'fridge. "I bought them yesterday." Erika said proudly, looking right into Zoran's eyes. "They're hot." Zoran repeated, returning her stare. I silently wished that Erika was not seeing the gigantic bulge in Zoran's small shorts. It was evident that she had developed a crush on the Slovenian model. "Did Erika think about sex?" I wondered to myself as I kept a close eye on my daughter's face. I glanced over at Paula and caught her stealing a glance at Zoran's crotch in the tight shorts. I felt a pang of jealousy when Paula's eyes traveled up to look at Zoran's face. "Why don't you stay for dinner, Jennie, Zoran?" Paula asked brightly, rousing herself from her moment of ogling the beautiful male model. "Sure, Mrs. K." Jennie answered for both of them. "But Zoran is a vegan. I'm not, though." She laughed. "I can whip something up for everyone, vegan or carnivore." Paula said kindly. "Jennie and Zoran, come up to my room so I can show you what I bought yesterday." Erika piped up excitedly. The three young people left and trudged up the stairs to Erika's room. Paula and I stood in the kitchen. "Wow, he is something...unusual." Paula whispered after they were gone. "You can say that again." I answered in as nonchalant a voice as I could muster, recalling his youthful, exposed cock from yesterday's sunbath. "I'm not sure I like Erika being around those two. They're much more...advanced than she is." I said. "Jack, really. Get over everything." Paula said as she began rummaging in the 'fridge for dinner provisions. We prepared the dinner, mostly silently, maneuvering around each other in the kitchen. Paula pushed her ass against me when I came up behind her to get salt from the counter where she was working. "Hmmmm." She hummed lowly, which reminded me that I had fucked that same ass just a few hours ago. Finally, everything was ready. Paula went into the family room and called upstairs where the sound of music was thumping from Erika's room. "Dinner, guys!" She screamed. I heard the giggling tumult of the troika coming downstairs for dinner. I turned around to see that Jennie was wearing the brilliant white stretch dress that Erika modeled yesterday, paired with the giant red platform shoes that matched Erika's. "Holy fucking Kee-rist!" I exclaimed in my head. Jennie's more mature body was poured into the dress as though it was painted on her. As with my own daughter yesterday, the thin white material was practically see-through and Jennie's tits were pushing the material to its breaking point it seemed. The twin mounds of her breasts were easy to outline in my mind's eye and I was certain that I could see the brown circles of her areolae beneath the taut white spandex. Her nipples were prominently poking out a quarter-inch against the strained material. The hemline of the short white dress came just low enough (and not by much) to cover her pussy, which I was certain was unencumbered by panties so she didn't have a panty line. "I lent her my dress." Erika said excitedly. "It's hot on her, isn't it?" "Now that's the way to wear a dress." Paula said admiringly. "Very nice, Jennie." I said and quickly turned to fuss with things on the kithen counter to keep my eyes off the sexpot from next door. When we sat down to eat, Paula asked, "Zoran, no purchases for you today at the mall?" He picked at the salad we prepared for him and said in his mild accent, "No. I wear dresses for work." The girls giggled. Paula and I looked at each other quizzically. "Oooh." Paula gasped. "Are you an androgynous model? I've heard of those." She asked leaning forward across the table the better to hear the quiet boy's response. "Yuh." He said, taking a forkful of lettuce into his pretty mouth. "Zoran can do female shoots or male shoots." Jennie piped up. "He's famous." "Mom and Dad, you should have seen him in my dress." Erika said looking over at Zoran and smiling broadly. The Visitor Next Door I quickly realized that the three of them were probably stripping and trying on dresses and god-knows-what upstairs while we prepared dinner. A mental image of the three sexy creatures (including my own daughter) was forming in my head: bare breasts, panties, cock, tight asses, and pretty feet in high heels ran through my mind. I spent the rest of the meal quietly looking at my plate, actively trying not to look at Jennie, Zoran, or Erika for fear that I would lose it in inappropriate lust at the dinner table. Suddenly, I felt a brief tap against my foot beneath the table. When I kept my head down, I felt a more insistent double tap on my foot. Then a quick bang against the side of my foot. I looked up quickly and saw Jennie smiling at me and looking right into my eyes as she played her fork around the plate before her. "You're quiet, Mr. K." Jennie said, sounding innocent but eyeballing me with a meaning behind those bright orbs. "No, it sounds like you had a good time together." I said, trying to sound upbeat and normal. I felt the tap of Jennie's high heel against my sneaker again. "We had a very nice day." She said without taking her eyes off mine. "Dad it was so awesome!" Erika exclaimed. "Every girl in the mall was checking Zoran out." She gushed. "Me too." She laughed and shot a quick look at the long-haired pretty boy who graced her with his smirking smile. Jennie sat up straighter in the seat across the table from me. Her breasts and delicious nipples seemed now to be pointed directly at me. I felt her rub the side of her foot against my ankle under the table. I looked over at Paula but she seemed oblivious to the game of footsie and flirtation that Jennie initiated. Jennie noticed me looking towards Paula and almost is if jealous, she began moving her platform-shod foot up my leg to rub against my calf. When I looked over at her, she had a Cheshire cat grin on her pretty lips. She inhaled slowly but deeply to pump up her chest, knowing that I would steal a glance, which I did. "Man, those are great tits." I said to myself. Although I put my face down from our direct eyeballing, I smiled to let her know I appreciated her attention. She responded by poking my knee with the toe of her shoe. "This chicken breast is really good, Mrs. K." Jennie said as she took a bite off her fork. As she said the word "breast" she once again poked my knee with her high heel. "Thanks, Jennie. I'm glad you like it." Paula said smiling brightly at the next door neighbor. We finally found some normal small talk to finish the meal and Jennie stopped playing footsie with me under our kitchen table. Paula got up and began clearing the dishes. Jennie pushed her chair back and began to get up. "Let me help you clear." She said, giving me a quick sideways glance. While Paula was putting a few of the items in the sink, Jennie came around to my place and leaned in close over my shoulder to take my plate. I felt her breasts push into my shoulder and upper arm as she swooped the plate up, then took Zoran's without hardly bending to reach for it. "This hot chick is coming onto me." I thought as I watched her sashay to the sink with her soft round ass rolling inside the tight white spandex dress. Paula went to the 'fridge and brought out a lemon meringue pie. "Who wants something sweet?" She asked the table. "I could definitely go for something sweet, Mrs. K." Jennie said, still standing at the sink. She winked at me as she said this and moved her arms back to jut her breasts forward for my benefit. Zoran and Erika were making incidental eye contact and ignoring the rest of us. Paula was busy with the pie and still oblivious to Jennie's ever more forward flirtation towards her husband. I could feel the beginnings of a hard-on as the implication of Jennie's flirty-ness began to sink in to my head. I was slightly concerned about the way Erika and Zoran were silently flirting with each other. But my head was filled with Jennie and I knew this was not a good game to play in my own kitchen with my wife and daughter so close. "Hey, guys, but excuse me. I had a busy day while you were out shopping. I've got to lay down." I said, getting up gingerly from the table and nodded to our visitors. "Please stay, Jennie and Zoran, you won't miss my company." "G'night, Mr. K." Jennie called after me. "Jack was awfully busy this afternoon." I heard Paula tell the young folks and I know she said this for my benefit. I turned to smile to her before going upstairs. I poked my head into Erika's room and, as I feared, clothes and shoes were scattered over her bed. I had a quick mental image of the girlish Zoran and the sexpot Jennie in Erika's new tight dresses and my beginning hard-on was now complete. I needed to rub one out to relieve the stress of Jennie and Zoran...and even the remembrance of fucking Paula's ass this afternoon. I closed our bedroom door and went to our Master bath where I managed to jerk off in record time thinking about the assembled sexiness just a floor below me. After my jack-off, I did fall asleep on our bed, still fully clothed. When I came to, it was dark outside and I heard the sounds of Jennie and Zoran being given a send-off by Paula and Erika. I heard Erika race upstairs and close her bedroom door. Was she going to rub one out, too, thinking about Zoran, I wondered? Then Paula was entering our bedroom. "Jack?" she whispered. "Yeah." I said tiredly. "That was some evening." Paula said as she stripped for the second time in front of me. "Hey, did this Zoran say how long he was staying with the Carson's?" I asked in a serious tone of voice. "No, why?" Paula asked. "You saw her and him. I don't want Erika being near them - not for an extended period." I said in my Dad's voice. "Yeah, I know what you mean." Paula admitted it now. Those two were in a different league and several years older than our fifteen year old girl. "Jack?" Paula started. "What do you say?" As she climbed onto the bed next to me naked. "About what?" I said coyly. "I know I'm no Jennie...but." And Paula trailed the sentence off. "You're better." I said, believing it at that moment as my wife threw her thigh over my own on our bed. "Jack, come on, that girl was showing off in front of you and you know it." Paula said as she reached a hand to my crotch. "Hey, I'm no Zoran, either." I laughed. Paula leaned over to kiss me, which escalated quickly to a heavy make-out session. "You think about who you want...and I'll think about who I want." She said. Ordinarily, that would have put me off any romantic endeavors but our household had been changed, first by Erika's emerging sexuality, then by the two sexy visitors from next door. I was OK with Paula thinking about Zoran's tight package and beautiful looks as long as she knew that I might recall the smoking hot Jennie and her magnificent body in the white dress. I clumsily got out of my daytime clothes and when we were both naked, we made love in muted tones with our daughter just next door. "Did you?" She asked dreamily. "Did I what?" I asked, perplexed. "Think about Jennie?" Paula asked into my chest where she nuzzled. This was a minefield, I knew. "Did you think about him?" I asked to divert her question. "I asked you first." She said quietly, but then continued, "Yeah, I did a little bit." She answered sheepishly. I sighed. "Yeah, I did too." I didn't admit that a few fleeting images of Zoran and our own daughter Erika also floated through my sexually aroused mind while I was having sex with my wife. "I love you, Jack." Paula said. "I love you, too, baby." I said and kissed her forehead. A PLAN IS HATCHED On Monday, I was glad to be back at work and out of our sexually charged house. There wasn't much to do at my business, answering some sales calls and doing paperwork for my equipment business. At 10:30AM I heard the front door of my sales office open and shut with the small chime tone. I rose from my desk and went to the small counter in the front room. Jennie was standing there and smiling at me. "Good morning, Mr. K." she said with a wide smile. "Jennie." I said, completely surprised. From over the high-top counter I immediately noticed she was wearing a stetch tube top over her college-age breasts. "I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd stop in." Jennie said as she turned around and walked around my small showroom of farm and light industrial toolery and equipment displays. "Where's Zoran?" I asked, as I took in the full-length view of her body she was (knowingly, I'm sure) offering me. Jennie was wearing the tube top above her exposed midriff, tight stretch shorts like the ones she had probably lent Zoran yesterday, and a pair of platform wedgie sandals below her long legs. "Jeezus, this girl has some body." I thought. "Oh, I think he's hanging with Erika on our deck." She said, knowing this was the last thing I wanted to hear. I began to have a newfound respect for Jennie's effect over men. Giving power and making them ill-at-ease in the same moment. My father's instincts took over to trump the flirtation this time. "Jennie, Erika is only fifteen. Zoran is much older." "It's fine, really, Mr. K. Just joking with you." She said as she turned back to face me and walk towards the countertop I stood behind defensively. "How's business?" She asked nonchalantly. "OK, just checking this morning's orders, is all." I answered. Jennie lifted herself above the counter using both arms as a prop. She smiled at me as her breasts pushed forward in the awkward pose. "We had fun yesterday." She said knowingly. "Jennie, that was not proper." I heard my voice say, knowing it sounded old and as though denying what we both knew began to happen yesterday at our kitchen table. Jennie looked around behind her as though she wanted to be sure the office was as empty as it seemed. "I know you watch me." She said in a whisper. I simply stayed silent. "C'mom, Mr. K. I know you watch me sunbathing." Jennie squealed and laughed. "Jennie..." I began. "I wear my thong knowing that you can see me." She said conspiratorially. "Jennie." I started again to be more forceful this time. "C'mon, Mr. K. Let's have some fun." Jennie said and lowered herself from the counter and pulled her tube top down to expose her naked and impeccable breasts. "I'm twenty and legal and I want to fuck." She said this as though it was as natural as ordering fast food through the drive-in window. The counter of my sales office separated us but I wanted more than anything to grab hold of her and fuck her at that moment. The little voice inside my head said, "No, no." But the other voice in my head told me to raise the flip-top part of the counter and take her back to my office. That other part of my head won out and I lifted the counter and let her meet me, bare-breasted, where she pushed herself against me and we kissed heatedly. "Hold on." I said quickly, and ran to the door to flip the "Closed" sign on my showroom door and lock it. By the time I turned around to return to her, Jennie had stripped off her tiny shorts and stood naked save the wedgies waiting for me. "Let's fuck." She said, abandoning the "Mr. K." she always used when addressing me. We stepped quickly into my inner office and I slammed the door closed behind us. Jennie dropped to her knees. "I know you might not have a lot of time." She said. "So let's get those pants down." I undid my pants and she pulled my boxers down to expose my semi-hard cock. "Oh, Mr. K., that's nice." She said quietly as she took my cock in her open mouth. Jennie expertly fellated me as she had with Zoran on Saturday and I felt myself grow inside the warm, comforting confines of her liquid mouth. Jennie went deep and retreated then repeated this exercise a couple of times until she knew I was at maximum hardness. She looked around the inner office for a place to fuck and finding no suitable place, she laid on my hardwood floor and opened her thighs to me. "Fuck me, Mr. K." She said simply. I got down on my knees between her legs and lowered myself as I guided my hard cock to her wide-open pussy. My head was shouting in my ears, "This is so wrong." But when I felt the head of my cock meet her moist pussy as it slid right in, all sense of propriety flew out the locked doors of my sales office. "Hmm, nice, Mr. K." Jennie said as I laid into her with what I hoped were piston strokes for her naturally-lubricated cunt. "Oh, Jennie." I sighed as I let the physical sensation of fucking this sweet piece of ass control me. I pounded my cock into her but the hard floor beneath us made me feel bad about laying on top of her and ramming my much heavier weight into her. She brought her head up and necked me as I fucked her. The girl was an expert-level sex machine. She sucked my neck at just that right spot to make me go all weak as I kept fucking her. I started to make some guttural noises as she necked me and she wrapped her legs over my back as we made...love?, no, just a hot fuck. "Don't come, baby." She cooed near my ear. "Jennie wants to taste it." That was definitely the hottest thing any woman ever said to me and Jennie was the hottest woman I had ever had by far, including the wife that let me fuck her ass yesterday. "Unnh." I groaned as I felt myself beginning to lose it. Sensing the near climax, Jennie pushed me off her and when I got up in a kneeling posture with my cock jutting out at a 90 degree angle to my body, Jennie scrambled out from under to get her head back on my cock. She went deep and as I watched my cock disappear into her mouth beneath the fall of her hair, I felt myself start to come. Jennie looked up at me, her mouth up against my pubic hair and took the first massive spurt of my orgasm. She actually winked at me as she swallowed my jizz. "Jeezus, girl." I said in a dreamy voice as she retreated back up my shaft and then went back down for the remaining small squirts of my semen. Jennie backed off my cock and put her head back and swallowed the last of my come with an audible sigh. It was the same maneuver she had done with Zoran on Saturday afternoon when I voyuer-ed her and the gorgeous model. "I love come." She said as she relaxed on her haunches and looked up at me again with her bright, bedroom eyes. "Jennie, you..we shouldn't have." I said weakly. "It's OK, Mr. K., it's just a thing." She said as she got up from the floor. She pulled her tube top up to cover her gorgeous tits and found her shorts on the floor and began putting one leg, then the other, into the tight spandex and pulling them up to cover her pussy and ass. "No one will know." She said. "I'm home for the summer. We can do this whenever we want." She had a lot of self-confidence. "Jennie..." I started. But she fell into my arms and kissed me again. "I'll be back here again." She said as she turned to leave the inner office, smiling over her shoulder. I heard her unlock the front door and she was gone. I quickly pulled my pants up and re-zipped and belted myself. "What the fuck just happened?" I asked myself. I tried but could not concentrate on work after Jennie left. So I locked the showroom and drove back home. I would feign some illness, a headache, a stomach-ache, anything to be out of the office where I fucked the neighbors' hot daughter. I pulled into the driveway of our house and let myself in the side entrance. I expected to see Paula in the kitchen but she wasn't there. I dragged myself up the stairs to take a nap after the draining experience of fucking Jennie. As I approached the second floor landing I could hear the sibilant sounds of people in one of the bedrooms. Remembering Jennie telling me that Erika was spending the day with Zoran, I stepped quickly to Erika's room but it was empty. I strode quickly to our master bedroom, expecting to find Erika and Zoran on our king-size bed. But no, when I got to the entry, I saw Paula naked and bouncing up and down on top of the long shaft of Zoran's cock on our bed. "Oh, fuck, man." Zoran said in his accent as he spied me first in the doorway. Paula turned around, Zoran's cock still in her pussy as she sat atop his reclining figure on our marital bed. "Jack!" She screamed, scrambling off the model's cock and trying to cover herself with her hands. I was so exhausted that all I said was, "It's OK, it's OK." Zoran slowly pulled himself off our bed, his still-tumescent giant cock pointing upward to his pierced navel. He got his clothes from the floor and walked naked out of the room past me. He paused in our hallway. "Sorry, Mr. K." He said quietly and sheepishly in his European accent. "Jack, I am so sorry." Paula began weeping. "I just fucked Jennie." I said tiredly and walked to Paula to hold each other. "What?" She said looking at me through teary eyes. "She came to my office." I said matter-of-fact-ly. "She...seduced me." I said, sounding ridiculous. "Oh, Jack, what's happening to us?" She said as we held each other. We held each other there, Paula still naked and me in my work clothes. "Where's Erika?" I asked softly. "She rode her bike over to Trisha's. Trisha's sweet sixteen is next week. She'll be gone all day." Paula answered. "That's good." I said. Almost instinctively, I cupped Paula's bare ass in my hands as we continued holding each other. "How did it happen?" I asked. "Zoran?" Paula asked quietly. "Yeah. I'm not mad. I'm in no position." I said contritely. "He was sunbathing balls-ass naked at the pool. I saw him from upstairs. Jack, you should've seen him. I knew the Carson's were at the store and I saw Jennie leave separately earlier - now I know why." She laughed softly. "I went out with a glass of iced tea and called him over to the fence. He was completely nonchalant about walking towards me naked. And God, Jack, he IS beautiful." Paula said into my shoulder as we continued our embrace. "I told him to bring the glass back later and went back in the house. I just wanted to get a look at him, you know?" She said, looking for understanding. I shrugged agreement with Paula's estimation of Zoran's beauty, having felt its effect on me too. "Five minutes later he was at our door. This time in clothes, sort of, anyway, those tight little shorts. He made a move and I went along with it. I took him upstairs and we were only into it a short while when you came home." She finished her story without a lot of detail as I had left out details in my recount of being with Jennie. "How was is it?" I asked. "It was...pretty great until you came home." Paula answered with a small laugh. "How was Jennie?" She asked me. "Pretty hot." I answered simply. Paula's words saying that Zoran was "great" had an immediate erotic effect on me. I found myself rolling Paula's asscheeks in my hands with a little more vigor, remembering the brief glimpse of her riding the pretty boy's cock on our bed. "You're getting turned on, aren't you?" Paula asked as she tightened her grip around my shoulders. "Could you stand to finish off your unfaithful wife?" She asked mischievously. I laid my head on her shoulder and kissed her there. "You realize that I've been getting more sex in the last three days than since I don't know when." I said with what I hoped would sound a humorous voice. "It's the young people. They are getting into our heads." Paula said as she began to rub my back with her hands. "Erika really started it with her dress and shoes." She said excitedly. At the mention of our daughter, whose sweet sixteen fantasy dresses and stripper shoes had indeed begun our new=found sexual awakening, I pushed Paula to our bed. She scrambled to the center where she got in a doggy style position while I stripped off my work clothes. "Fuck your bad Mama, bad boy." She said over her shoulder.