5 comments/ 73070 views/ 7 favorites Risky Business Ch. 01 By: Gently Does It Saturday morning, and Pete had dropped his daughter at her school at 9am for a geography field trip. He normally played golf with his best mate Ian at 11, picking him up from his house on the way to the course. Rather than go back home, then come back to Ian's again, he called Ian at home to see if he could come round straight away and hang out until they were ready to go. The phone was answered by Debbie, Ian's teenaged daughter. "Hello." "Hello Debbie, this is Peter. Is your dad there?" "Oh hi Peter. No – he's out shopping with mum." "Oh. It's just that I've dropped Katy at the school for her field trip and wondered if I could come round until your dad and I are ready to go out for golf." "Sure. Come round now if you want." As they finished the call, Peter thought she sounds happy today; must have got laid last night! and chuckled. Ten minutes later, he dinged the bell on Ian's front door, and after a few seconds the door opened. Debbie held the door open and smiled warmly at him. "Hi, come in." She was wearing a short, white terry-towel dressing gown, and he couldn't help notice her slim athletic legs. "Morning Debbie, how are you?" he walked through to the living room as she closed the door behind him. She smelt freshly showered, her short blonde bob of hair still slightly damp. "Fine thanks. Do you want a coffee?" "No thanks." He slumped in the corner of their large sofa, resting his arm along the back. MTV was on the TV, and Kylie was writhing round to the insistent rhythm in a sexy white dress. He smiled in appreciation. Debbie came in and, totally surprising him, sat down tight beside him and leant back into his chest, her head against his shoulder, putting her feet up on the coffee table in front of them. He raised his eyebrows and thought what? He looked down, and was nonplussed to see that the cord of her dressing gown was only loosely tied, and the two edges had parted, exposing the centre of her body. She was wearing small, plain white cotton panties. Whilst he couldn't see any of her breasts, he could see the pronounced swells they made in the dressing gown, and the gentle bulge of her mons in her panties. He felt uncomfortable, then even more so when she reached up, grabbed his arm from the back of the sofa and pulled it down, placing his hand on her belly, making sure his fingers slid under the dressing gown. Her skin was cool and firm to the touch. She held his hand firmly in place. His arm rested across her left breast. "Er ... Debbie ..." "Shush. This is comfortable. Kylie's sexy, isn't she?" "Er, yes, indeed, but ... er ... if your parents came in now I don't think they'd appreciate the scene here." "They won't be back until about 10.30." They sat and watched MTV for about five minutes, Peter slowly relaxing as time passed, trying not to let an erection grow. He couldn't help sneaking looks down her body. As the cliché went, he was old enough to be her father, her father was his best mate, and he had watched her grow up, blossoming into an attractive, bright and fit young woman of 18. Recently, he had noticed her sexual attractiveness when he'd been round and she'd been in her bikini in the garden, admiring her slim, athletic but indisputably feminine figure. Suddenly, she sat up to grab the remote from the coffee table. As she did so, his hand was dragged up onto her right breast. He tried to pull his hand away, as if scalded, but she held his hand there, then sat back against him, still holding his hand against her breast. He was stunned. "Debbie, this is not a good idea." He let out in a strained tone. "Relax. Enjoy. I don't mind." She squeezed his hand over her breast. This is more than an I don't mind he thought. He tried to relax, then gingerly cupped his hand round her breast. It was firm and rounded, and he could feel the nipple hardening against his palm. She sighed gently, and snuggled back into him. "That's nice." He gently squeezed , then caressed lightly with his fingertips. She let go of his hand, then undid the cord of her gown and pulled the right side of the gown open, exposing his hand wandering over her breast. She looked down – he already was – and they both watched, engrossed, as he fondled her. Her breast was pert and firm, small pink areole surmounted by a pea-sized nipple. "Do you like it?" she asked quietly. "Beautiful. But why are you doing this?" "I've wanted to have you touch me for ages now – this was the first chance I've had." "I don't understand. Why me? I'm old enough ..." " ... to be my father. Yes, I know, but you're very handsome, mature, funny, kind and fit. I've had a crush on you since I was 14." He puffed his cheeks and blew out in a baffled sigh. Again she took the initiative by sitting up, then clambering to her knees and straddling his thighs. The dressing gown hung loose, covering her breasts before, looking him straight in the eyes, she shucked it off onto the floor. His gaze slid down to her breasts. "Gorgeous." He whispered. And they were. Beautifully shaped, firm with no underhang. He reached out with both hands and cupped them, squeezing gently, then slid his hands over them, teasing her nipples with his thumbs. She was watching his face intently, half a smile playing across her face. He leant forward and sucked a nipple gently between his lips, rolling his tongue over it. She let out a little gasp as he gently nipped it with his teeth. He repeated the action on her other breast. Slipping his hands round to her back, he pulled her towards him as he sat back. She rested her forearms on his shoulders as he kissed, sucked and caressed her breasts. He slid his hands up and down her back, then slid them down onto her bottom, squeezing and massaging her firm buttocks through the thin cotton of her panties. As she leant over him, he tilted his head up and kissed her, gently at first, then with mounting passion as she relaxed into the kiss, their tongues churning slowly together. Her hands clasped the back of his head, her fingertips working gently through his hair. He slid his fingertips under the edges of her panties until they were in the crevice of her buttocks, the tips of his ring fingers teasing her anus. As she didn't object, he pressed and pulled more firmly, his fingertips pressing inwards until they were almost inside her. She moaned softly as she kissed him. He slid his hands down further, and she arched her pelvis up as his fingers found her vulva, and she let out a prolonged moan as he pulled her labia open. He slid his middle fingertips between her labia, into the soft, wet folds, then moved them gently up to her clitoris, which he found was very prominent and firm. As they dragged over her clitoris she bucked and yelped, breaking off their kissing, before giggling self-consciously. "Ooh. That was nice. I haven't let anyone else touch me down there." "You must have touched yourself?" "Yes - ooh!" He was gently rubbing the tip of one index finger around and occasionally over her clitoris, whilst the tip of the other was probing into her vagina. He could feel the constriction of her hymen, but could just slide his finger inside. She had a look of intense concentration as she stared at him. "That's so nice." Her eyes, seemingly heavy-lidded, were half-closed, and she was breathing slightly raggedly through her mouth. Within seconds, her arms clenched around his neck, she threw her head back, jaw clenched, her body going rigid apart from a rapid trembling of her thighs which clamped tight against his own. She let out a couple of rapid, grunting exhalations, then slumped against him, panting rapidly, a bright flush blooming over her face, shoulders and upper chest. He kept diddling her, slowing until she relaxed completely. "Oh wow. Fantastic." She panted softly. He kissed the side of her cheek and she quickly recovered, then clamped her mouth on his in a kiss of unbridled passion. "Thank you, that was so intense." He slipped his hands from under her panties onto her waist and gently pushed her back. "Stand up – let me look at you." She clambered to her feet, her legs a little shaky, and she giggled as he smiled up at her. She stood in front of him as he admired her. Her body really was stunning: long, slim, lightly defined muscles, slim but feminine hips, narrow waist, slim torso, those beautiful breasts, nice square shoulders, long neck and a delightfully pretty face. Without being asked, she slipped the panties off and stood naked before him. Her blonde curls were compact and naturally neat, not trimmed. She stood, basking in his approving gaze. "Will I do?" "Most definitely. I'm just gob-smacked at what is happening. Come here. Stand astride me." She stepped onto the settee, arms waving to keep her balance at first until his hands clamped onto her hips to steady her. She giggled, looking down apprehensively at him as he surveyed her vulva at close quarters. Leaning forward, he slid his tongue between her labia onto her clitoris. She gasped and reflexively bucked her hips away from him with another burst of embarrassed giggling. "Keep still, let me lick you." He pulled her back and pushed his mouth onto her vulva, probing his tongue in and around her. She stood still, one hand nervously at her mouth, the other resting on the top of his head as the pleasurable feelings engendered by his licking flowed around her groin. He concentrated now on her clitoris, flicking his tongue firmly over and around the firm nub. Within just a couple of minutes she was tensing into another orgasm, the release washing over her in intense spasms. She collapsed back into his lap and flung her arms round his neck, crushing her body against him, her breathing slowly coming back to normal. She kissed him, tasting her juices on his mouth. "Amazing. I want you to be my first. I know you're married and my dad's best mate, but I want it to be you, and only you, because I know you'll make it good for me and teach me all about sex. I don't want some disappointing, over-in-ten-seconds fuck ..." she hesitated, blushed and looked guilty " ... oops, sorry. But anyway, I want you to make love to me, show me how to make love." "Oh. Debbie, this is temptation beyond a man's wildest imagining. If we did what you want, I have everything in my life to lose. If anyone found out anything, either accidentally, or if you told anyone, I would lose my marriage, my family, my house, my friends – your father would probably want to kill me. Even what we've done here this morning could blow my entire life out of the water." "No-one will find out – I know you'll make sure of that, and I would not tell anyone. Well, not anyone else, anyway." "What? What do you mean 'anyone else'?" he queried, suddenly alarmed. "Well, I've told one person what I want to do." "Oh God, who?" "Promise you won't scream?" "Debbie, who have you told?" "Promise me you won't get mad? I won't tell you unless you do." "Dear God. Ok, I promise. Who?" "Mum." "Aagghhh!" he screamed, jumping to his feet, spilling her onto the sofa in a tangle of limbs. "You promised you wouldn't scream!" "You told your mother you want me to take your virginity?!" he was now down to a strangled squawk, standing over her, his hands clamped round his head in anguish. "Yes, of course, silly! I discuss everything with her." "Did it occur to you that she might discuss this with your father?!" he squeaked. "No, of course she won't. She knows he'd try and kill you if he found out." "What did she say about this?" "She said 'Good idea Debbie'." "Whaaat?!! "Mm. She thought you'd be very good." "Did she say what she thought about your dad taking my daughter's virginity?" "No, we didn't discuss that. Bit late anyway ... oops." Her eyes widened and she clamped her hand over her mouth. "What?! Oh God. No, don't tell me, I don't want to know." "Sorry. Just slipped out. And no, it wasn't dad. Anyway, when can we do it?" "What?" God, I must stop saying 'What?' ... and 'God'. "When can we make love?" "Debbie, I don't know if I can do this – I've just had more shocks in ... " he checked his watch " ... forty minutes than I have had in the last ten years." "Stop being silly. Look, mum and dad will be home soon and I'm going up to get dressed, so you start thinking about how, where and when you're going to make love with me." With that she got up, grabbed her panties and dressing gown, kissed him quickly before he could react and skipped, giggling, out of the living room. He heard her running up the stairs as he stood there, swaying gently like a moored Zeppelin, dazed and confused. Risky Business Ch. 02 He ran his hands through his hair, sighed heavily and then ambled through into the kitchen in response to a need for a drink of water. He poured himself a glass, then stood leaning back against the worktop in bemused contemplation of the recent events and the bizarre situation he was now in. A small, and ever-so-slightly smug smile began to appear as he reviewed what had just happened. Forty-four and his best mate's horny, gorgeous daughter throws herself at him and insists he take her virginity. Apart from the utter hideousness of the consequences, could life get any better? He was just pondering this when he heard the front door open. Moments later, Ian marched into the kitchen, a clutch of shopping bags in each hand. "Oh, morning Pete. Sorry I'm running a bit late – we had to do some shopping and it was murder." "No worries – I was a bit early. Can I help?" "No, that's most of it. Zoe's got the rest – I'll just nip up, have a crap and get changed." With that he left and Peter heard his firm tread marching up the stairs. As soon as he'd gone, Peter heard the front door close and his wife Zoe appeared through the kitchen door. Zoe, at 40, was still a very attractive women, pretty and keeping in shape with regular exercise. Peter had always had the hots for her, but had never made any attempt to act upon them. She was wearing a light, floral summer dress that showed off her slim figure to perfection. With just the thin straps of the dress visible, he guessed she was bra-less. She, as always, smiled warmly when she saw him, and after dropping her keys and handbag on the worktop, grasped his upper arms as she stretched up to give him the customary peck on the lips that they'd greeted each other with for many years. His hands slipped naturally to her waist as she leant up towards him. "Good morning." She smiled, easing back down away from him. Suddenly she froze, her eyebrows and lips raising in a quizzical smile. She moved her face back close to his and breathed in, her nostrils visibly flaring, then, hesitantly, she kissed him again, her tongue flicking briefly out to lick his lips. As she moved back slightly, he saw a broad grin cross her face. Inside, he was in turmoil – she can smell Debbie on my face! "My, Diane's a lucky girl this morning." She whispered huskily. Thank Christ! She thinks it's my wife I've been licking! Her smile faded, and still holding his arms, and now looking intently at his mouth, she closed in and kissed him again, her tongue once more flicking across his lips. As he leant back, bemused, she kissed him again, this time more firmly, and her tongue slipped between his lips; her hands slid up from his upper arms to round his neck and she pulled herself against him. Instantly, they were kissing passionately, pausing briefly to look intently into each other's eyes before resuming. He became hard, his erection uncomfortably positioned in his pants. He was stunned when her right hand slipped down straight into the waistband of his trousers into his pants, grasped him firmly and pulled his erection upright into a comfortable position. She pulled her hand out and put it back behind his neck as she ground her belly firmly against his hard bulge. Briefly he broke the kiss and pulled his head back to look at her. Her eyes were closed, her mouth searching for his to resume the kiss. "Zoe, what's going on here?" She said nothing, just pressed her mouth back to his and resumed kissing. What the hell is going on here? What's happening to me? First the daughter, then the mother, totally out of the blue. Please don't let Ian or Debbie come down. He slid his hands down over her hips onto her bottom and squeezed it gently; she moaned approvingly. Pulling the hem of her dress up, he was delighted to find her buttocks bare. He caressed and squeezed them, working his fingers between them to encounter the thin strap of a thong – damn! Knicker-less would have been so horny! He pulled her up onto tip-toes and slipped his fingertips down over her anus, probing gently. She moaned again, and pushed her hips back in encouragement. As his fingertips slid under the back of the thong and parted her labia she kissed him harder and lifted her leg up, pressing it against the outside of his thigh, opening herself to his probing fingers. No further invitation need, he slid a finger easily inside her; she was wet and ready. Lust having got the better of him, he pulled his hands from her buttocks, pulled his hips back and quickly unzipped himself and pushed his trousers and pants down. She broke their kiss and looked down between them, then back up at him, her face a study in lust. Pulling her dress up, he pulled her against him, his hands under her bottom, pulling her up. She helped by pulling herself up with her arms around his neck. The head of his cock seemed naturally to find the right position between her legs, and he pulled the crutch of her thong to one side with his fingertips. Looking her straight in the eye, and sensing no denial, he lowered her firmly onto his rigid cock. She gasped as she slid down onto him, her vagina stretching out around him, the sensations exquisite to both of them. Her mouth was open, her breathing became ragged as he pumped into her. She pulled herself close into him, her head alongside his. "Be quick." She whispered into his ear. "Don't worry about me – I'll come later when you're out at golf with Ian." The sheer excitement and danger of what they were doing, what he'd been doing with Debbie earlier, the total unexpectedness of it all, and the thought of Zoe masturbating whilst he was playing golf with her husband sent him over the edge, his orgasm pulsing his cock, his cum pumping inside her exquisitely clinging vagina. As soon as he'd finished, they heard a door closing upstairs. Quickly he lifted her off him and set her on the floor. As he frantically pulled his pants and trousers up, she smoothed her dress down, reached into a cupboard beside him and pulled out a can of air-freshener, which she sprayed quickly round the kitchen, all the while giving him a big, guilty grin. Ian's heavy footsteps sounded on the stairs as she put the can away and scurried off into the utility room beside the kitchen. Peter grabbed the glass of water and started to drink from it just as Ian strode into the kitchen. "Right, all set. You fit? Zoe, we're off now!" "Ok, bye. Have a good game." Wafted out from the utility room. As they walked out into the hall, Peter's mind was in turmoil. What the fuck happened in this house this morning? "Bye Debs, see you later!" Ian shouted in the general direction of upstairs. "Bye! Bye Peter!" came faintly from somewhere above. Risky Business Ch. 03 Peter and Ian played their weekly round of golf, with Peter, unusually, playing badly and losing heavily. "Christ Pete, you were crap today. What's up? Got the yips?" "No, don't know really. Mind on other things, I guess." Boy, wasn't it ever! Five hours ago I was diddling and licking your daughter to two orgasms and then fucked your wife whilst you were upstairs having a crap. "Never mind, let's get in to the 19th and have that beer." They changed in the locker room and then adjourned to the bar. After getting the drinks – Peter paying, of course – they sat at a table on the patio over-looking the 1st tee and 18th green. After 15 minutes of idle chat, Ian excused himself to go for a pee. Peter immediately pulled out his mobile and phoned Ian's house. Please let Zoe answer ... "Hello." Zoe answered. "Zoe, it's Peter. Look, I haven't got long – Ian's just gone for a pee. About this morning ... look, I just don't know what happened ..." "I do: I seduced you and you let me seduce you and you fucked me and I let you fuck me ... well, actually, I more than let you fuck me. Did you enjoy it? I did. Immensely. I masturbated to a really intense orgasm about ten minutes after you left. Then another one about an hour ago. And when Ian fucks me tonight I'll masturbate to another one. And I'll be thinking about you fucking me." He'd never once heard her use 'fuck' in the twenty years he'd known her, and he was shocked and intrigued about the complete change that had come over her. "You always do get straight to the point don't you? But why did that happen this morning? I've known you for twenty years and nothing has ever happened between us before ... although, of course, I'd have liked it to." "I know you would, and so would I. We just couldn't have, could we? But then I smelt and tasted Diane on your lips and I was already feeling quite horny and, well, I don't know, I just wanted to really badly, and something snapped and I just did. Plus which, I wanted to have you before Debbie did." "What?!" Oh my God, what the fuck is going on? He spotted Ian coming out through the bar. "Oh, look, Ian's coming back. Bye." He said quietly. "Call me. Next time I want to be in a nice comfy bed. Bye." He closed the phone and slipped it back into his pocket as Ian settled himself back in his chair. They finished their drinks and went to the bar for another round. "So, how're Diane and Katy?" "Oh, fine. I dropped Katy at school to go off on her field trip this morning – that's why I was a bit early. What about Zoe and Debbie?" "Fine. In fact they've been getting on really well for the past few months." They sat watching golfers tee off or hole out as they finished their drinks, chatting about this, that and sport (Peter didn't dare risk talking about 'the other') then left for home. As they pulled up to Ian's house, Ian asked if he wanted to pop in for a swift one for the road. "Thanks, better not." "Oh come on, just a swiftie – I won't take no for an answer." Groaning inwardly, Peter agreed and followed Ian reluctantly into his house. "I'll just dump my clubs in the garage – go on through and get one of the girls to pour us a couple of glasses of wine." Peter wandered into the kitchen. Zoe stood at the sink, rinsing glasses. She turned her head and flashed him a dazzling smile. "Hello." "Hello." He stood in the kitchen door, looking at her. She still had the summer dress on. All he could think of was fucking her here a few short hours ago, of her lying on her bed masturbating afterwards. "Cat got your tongue?" "Er, no. Ian persuaded me to come in for a swift one. Do you have some wine?" "Sure. White in the fridge, red on the rack. Nervous?" "Yes. How come you're not?" He pulled a bottle of red from the rack. She opened the drawer beside the sink and handed him a cork-screw. "I'm not sure, actually." She frowned slightly, then gave him the smile again. "Perhaps because I know I can pull it off." "Pull what off?" "Having an affair with you." "Ah." They heard Ian coming back through the side door in the utility room. Zoe dried off four glasses and Peter poured the wine as the three of them chatted about the men's golf, Ian pulling Peter's leg about how crap he'd been. Zoe stuck her head out into the hall and shouted. "Debbie, there's a glass of wine here for you – Peter's here." Moments later there was a clatter of steps descending the stairs in a typical teenage rush, and Debbie shot into the kitchen. "Where?" "He's standing just there, in front of you." Said Zoe. Debbie rolled her eyes and gave her mother a look. "No, silly, the wine. Hello Peter." Peter smiled at her and passed her wine glass to her. Their fingers touched as it was passed across, and with her back to both her parents she gave him a huge wink. He gulped his wine, somewhat unnerved by the situation he was in. With it being a warm mid-summer afternoon, they adjourned to the garden sofas on Ian and Zoe's deck, overlooking their well-tended garden. Ian and Zoe sat together on one and Debbie plonked herself next to Peter on the second, sitting against the arm with her back to her parents and swinging her legs up to rest across Peter's. She was wearing a short denim skirt and a cut-off t-shirt. "So, did you have a good game of golf?" "Your dad did. I was crap." "Oh no, you didn't let dad win did you? We'll never hear the last of it. You'd better win next week." They chatted some more, then, with glasses emptying, Ian got up and went into the kitchen for another bottle. Debbie raised her knee, resting her foot on his thigh. He could see up her skirt; she was, of course, not wearing panties. She gave him a conspiratorial smile. "If you tease the poor man like that Debbie, he'll go insane." They heard Zoe say quietly. Debbie blushed and quickly put her knee down, but said nothing. She gave Peter a guilty grimace. "Spoilsport." He said quietly at Zoe, smiling ruefully at her. She flashed a quick smile back at him as Ian came back with another bottle. "Ian, no I really must be off – Diane will be wondering where I've got to." Debbie swivelled her legs off him and stood up with him. The whole family escorted him to the door. "You and Debbie must come round to lunch tomorrow." Said Zoe, as he stepped out on to the drive. "Yes, excellent idea – we'll have a barbie." Added Ian enthusiastically. Peter looked back at them, Debbie in front, then Zoe and Ian at the back. Both women were smiling broadly at him. "Sure – that'd be lovely. About 12?" "Perfect, see you then." As he drove home, Peter reflected on what had happened. Whilst having Debbie throw herself at him requesting he be the one to deflower her, and the antics they'd got up to before her parents came home had him nursing a raging hard-on, he couldn't get over the incredible thing that had happened with Zoe shortly after in the kitchen. They'd fucked like mink in the kitchen with her husband and daughter upstairs! The risk! And she'd never, ever encouraged him in any way before in twenty years! And it had been an incredibly erotic experience for him. The way she had hesitated after the introductory peck, tasting and smelling Debbie's musk on his mouth, then come back and licked him to taste it again, thinking it was Diane's. The look on her face, the moment of decision before she launched into the full blown snog, moulding herself against him, the experience of a 40-year-old woman knowing that his trapped hard-on was uncomfortable and allowing her to just slip her hand inside his pants and pull it comfortably upright. Then letting him fondle her bottom, anus and vulva, encouraging him with her movements and little moans, willingly letting herself be impaled and fucked, urging him to a quick orgasm inside her, then having the presence of mind to use an air freshener to disguise any odours of their sex. Had she done this with anyone else? He somehow thought not – it just wasn't Zoe ... but then neither had been what the two of them had done. And she wanted to do it again; she wanted a full-blown affair with him! Why? After twenty years? Was her sex-life with Ian not satisfying her? Was she having a mid-life crisis? Loss of confidence in her looks and attractiveness? Jealous of her daughter? Was Ian up to something and this was revenge? So many questions ... She thought she could keep an affair with him secret and under control. Madness! Perhaps she could, but could he? Discovery would ruin all their lives. But so would fucking Debbie. Either or both stood a great chance of fucking him up totally. Go for it all! Yes! They're gorgeous! And it's already too late! He hadn't been so excited, felt so alive, so nervous in years! Risky Business Ch. 04 It was early evening when Peter arrived home. Setting his golf bag down in the corner of the garage he braced himself mentally for the evening ahead. Must appear normal! He went through the garage door into the breakfast room, calling out his presence. "Hi, I'm home!" He walked through into the kitchen just as Diane answered. "Hello. You're late - good game of golf?" "Yes, sorry, I had a drink afterwards with Ian and Zoe in their garden. And no, I had a terrible game." She was stood at the worktop, preparing salad for their evening meal. He pressed up behind her and slipped his arms round her waist, reaching up to cup her full breasts through the thin Lycra top she was wearing. He leant forward and kissed the side of her neck as she tilted her head for him, smiling in appreciation. As he caressed her he began to harden, and pressed against her firm buttocks. She was wearing a long, thin, floaty skirt, and either no panties or a thong, as he could clearly feel the divide of her buttocks. She moaned softly, her eyes closed as he continued to kiss and nibble her neck, jawline and ears; her nipples hardened under his caressing. How different she feels to Zoe; softer, more rounded ...so familiar. "Home alone tonight – we'd better make the most of it." He whispered in her ear, then pulled back from her; she opened her eyes with a start. She turned her head and looked at him quizzically. "What do you have in mind?" "The works, the Full Monty ... bonking in the bedroom, lust on the lino ... " he waved his arms theatrically as she smiled indulgently at him " ... shagging on the shagpile, cunnilingus in the conservatory, dildos on the deck, buggery in the broom-cupboard and gynaecology in the garden ... all those things you can't do when you've got a child at home." He grabbed her round the waist again, spun her round to face him and kissed her passionately as she hung in his embrace like a rag doll. "Phew! What got into you?" she gasped as he broke the kiss. "It's what's going to get into you that you should be more worried about." He grinned down at her. "Right, I'm going to shower, shave and make myself devilishly handsome. If you know anyone who wants to take advantage of me, send 'em on up." And with that he leapt for the door in a ludicrous impersonation of Rudolf Nureyev. Fortunately, he didn't fall flat on his face. Diane listened to him leaping up the stairs, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, shook her head and widened her eyes in bemused disbelief, then went back to her salad preparation. Ten minutes later, she took a bottle of white wine from the fridge, opened it, then grabbed two glasses from the cupboard and went upstairs. As she entered their bedroom, she heard the sound of his razor coming from the en suite, and Peter groaning and howling above it. As the razor stopped, she heard him pause the caterwauling, then utter those immortal words ... " ... A crowded room ..." in a strangled, nasal groan. "Oh goody, I get to see Eccles naked!" she called out, putting the bottle and glasses on his bedside cabinet. "Yehss, mine Kapitain! And Bluebottle will show you his cardboard sword!" came the high-pitched squeal in reply. She walked into the bathroom; he was standing naked at the basin, inspecting his shaving efforts in the mirror, running his fingers over his face as he pulled various grimaces to tighten the skin. She stood behind him, on tiptoes to rest her chin on his shoulder as she slipped her arms around him and cupped his soft tackle in both hands. "I say!" he muttered suavely, ά la Hercules Grytpype-Thynne "Can I help you miss?" "Bluebottle, I hate to tell you, but your cardboard sword has gone all soggy and limp in the shower ... wait a minute ... ooh, it seems to be drying out nicely." She stroked his burgeoning hard-on gently, smiling at his reflection in the mirror. If she knew where it had been this morning ... She gave his erection one last stroke, then, turning sharply and catching him a playful back-handed slap on the rump she went back to the bedroom and poured two glasses of wine, one of which she took as she slumped back on the bed, sitting against the pile of pillows that rested against the headboard. She kicked off her sandals and sipped the chilled Chardonnay. "There's wine out here!" She called to him. "Just a mo' ... tryin' ... to ... lift ... hard-on ... out ... of ... basin ... " he grunted in mock exertion. With a flourish, he flung the bathroom door open and struck a pose, his hard-on bouncing comically against his belly. She eyed him disdainfully over the rim of her glass "Very nice dear, now come and put your jim-jams on and mummy'll tuck you in and read you a story." "Will mummy tell me the one about Snow White gettin' shagged by the seven dwarves? Or the one about Cinderella in the lesbian gang-bang with the ugly sisters?" he wheedled pitifully. "Nope. Now, do you want dinner before sex, or sex before dinner?" she paused for a millisecond "Too late! Dinner first!" then slipped off the bed, grabbed the wine and sidestepped past him as he made a forlorn grab for her. "Bugger!" she heard him hiss vehemently as she ran through the door. She giggled loudly and skipped down the stairs. They ate dinner, then adjourned to the living room. He slumped in his usual corner of their large settee, and in an unconscious re-enactment of the morning, Diane sat down beside him and leant back against him. His arm slipped easily over her shoulder and his hand found her breast. He couldn't help but contrast the full softness against the pert firmness of Debbie's, the familiarity of his wife compared to the exciting newness of the young girl. He began to stiffen, which she felt under her elbow. She reached up and stroked him through the soft jogging ends he was wearing, then slipped her hand under the waistband and gripped him firmly. "Oh, Ian and Zoe have invited us round for a lunchtime barbie tomorrow." He said, relaxing into her gentle manipulation of his cock. "That'll be nice." She wriggled around on the settee until she could lie beside him, then leant down, pulled his waistband out with her free hand and took him in her mouth, suckling on his glans before pushing herself down further. He moaned appreciatively and watched her full-lipped mouth moving slowly up and down his shaft, feeling her tongue swirling firmly against his glans. Good job I showered ... what if she could taste Zoe on me? ... God that fuck was horny ... so unbelievably unexpected. She stopped sucking. "Shall we go upstairs?" she said, looking up at him with a wicked grin and a raised eyebrow. "Hmm. Yes, that would be good you cock-sucking little strumpet." She squeezed him hard, which made him yelp and flinch, then got to her feet and led him by the cock, Kathleen Turner-style up to their room. He stripped his t-shirt and jogging ends off frantically, then threw himself on his back on the bed. "I've got to pee first." "Oh do hurry up, woman!" "Be patient." She disappeared into the bathroom, then returned a couple of minutes later, naked. She stood beside the bed, letting him admire her as she looked down on her. A rich chestnut brunette, attractive in a way that reminded him of Jamie Curtis, her full breasts had always attracted him; beautifully shaped, with small areolae and perky nipples. Her figure was otherwise slim, fit and well-toned; she had slim thighs and a bare mons, which she shaved daily. Wonder what Zoe looks like nekkid? "Ok, big boy, turn over on your tummy." She commanded. Raising his eyebrows in mock alarm, he did as ordered. He felt her get onto the bed, straddling his calves, then she ran her hands up his thighs to his buttocks. Using her thumbs, she pulled his cheeks apart, then he felt her hair tickle his thighs as she leant forward over him and gently probed her tongue around and into his anus; he groaned in appreciation of the pleasure, pushing his hips up to meet her. She pushed the tip of her tongue firmly into him; there wasn't much penetration, but it felt divine. "Like that?" she asked quietly, pausing briefly. "Hmm; you know I love this – don't stop." She resumed the licking and probing of his anus; he reached under himself and made his erection more comfortable. She paused again, then he felt a finger being eased slowly into him; again he moaned pleasure and encouragement. She buggered him slowly, using the full length of her finger, for a couple of minutes, his hips flexing in time with the penetrations as he rubbed himself against the duvet. She leant forward over him, tickling his back with her hair and rubbing her breasts against him, then removed her finger, much to his disappointment. "Ssshh ... wait." she admonished him as he groaned. He was aware of her clambering across the bed, her bedside drawer unit being opened, then some scuffling around before she clambered back across the bed to straddle him again. Suddenly, she was pushing two well-lubricated fingers inside him; again he moaned quietly in pleasure and pushed his hips up against her penetration. She moved her fingers slowly in and out, twisting them gently as she did so. After a couple of minutes of this, she removed them again, and he sensed her moving over him, her hair again tickling his back as she looked down at whatever it was she was doing. Then he felt the tip of the latex anal dildo she was wearing in a harness pushing gently into him. "You want me to bugger you? You do, don't you?" She said softly but firmly. "Yes." She pushed firmly into him as he braced his hips up, feeling the lubricated dildo stretching him as its girth expanded. With a couple of inches inside him, she paused, eased back out of him, then pushed slowly back in. The pleasure was exquisite, every nerve ending in his anus stimulated. If Zoe could see me now! Wonder if she does this kind of thing with Ian? Wonder if she likes to be buggered? The two of them had done this many times together, and Diane knew just how to move to bring him the most pleasure. She pressed all the way into him, then leant forward to brush her breasts lightly across his back and kiss him. "Ok?" she asked quietly. Peter just groaned his pleasure. Diane moved out of him, then began to bugger him slowly, with full strokes. Soon, she leant over him and quickened her pace and the force of her strokes, pushing his hips down against the bed with each thrust. After a couple of minutes he wiggled his hips. "Stop now." he moaned quietly "Want to fuck." She unbuckled the harness and moved aside as he rolled over, leaving the dildo inside him. She turned to face his feet, straddled him and reached down for his cock. Holding it upright, she slowly lowered herself onto him, feeling his hands on her hips. She too was very ready and slid down him easily. He raised and parted his knees and she reached down and grasped the end of the dildo and began to bugger him again. With the other hand she began to masturbate. She managed to work her hips, feeling his hands moving over her rump, a thumb teasing over and then into her anus. As her arousal grew, she could no longer concentrate on working the dildo, so let go and moved her hand to her breasts, squeezing them firmly and pinching her nipples. She could now fuck herself more vigorously on his cock, and Peter held her hips, lifting her up and pulling her down firmly. Soon, her head went back and her fingers worked hard and fast across her clitoris as she came, grunting and gasping as the release washed across her groin. It was long and intense, but finally she relaxed, her head slumping forward. "Phew!" she gasped. "Good?" "Mm-hm." He put his hands on her waist and pulled her down onto his chest – she managed to get her legs out from under her and lay them outside his. He cupped her breasts and squeezed gently as he kissed the side of her face. She was still breathing heavily when he rolled them over and began to fuck her. Diane braced her knees against the bed and pushed her hips up to give him maximum penetration, moaning softly with the pleasure of each deep thrust of his cock into her. With the dildo still in his arse pressing against his prostate it only took him a couple of minutes of vigorous thrusting to bring on his climax, which was very intense. "Fuck that was good!" Diane chuckled quietly. He leant forward and kissed her cheek, then eased his rapidly deflating cock out of her before reaching round behind him to pull the dildo out of his arse. He clambered off the bed and went into the bathroom to clean the dildo, then his cock. Susan joined him, sitting on the toilet spread-legged to clean up her vulva with tissue. They returned to the bedroom and got into bed, cuddling for several minutes. Even though it wasn't particularly late, the sex and the warmth of the bed made them sleepy, and soon Diane turned to spoon into him and go to sleep. As he held her against him he thought over the events of the day, and of things to come. Risky Business Ch. 05 Ian had gone out to a Rotary meeting, which meant he wouldn't be back until late, and very much the worse for wear. Zoe, having cleared up after dinner was now soaking in a hot bubble bath with a large glass of Cava – always drink bubbles when in bubbles was her favourite motto. She was smiling gently, thinking about the events of this morning. She could scarcely believe what she had done, her boldness. She had just had a quickie stand-up fuck with her husband's best friend in the kitchen, with her husband and daughter upstairs! Warm and relaxed, she began to feel horny again. Her orgasm shortly after Ian and Peter had left had been earth-shattering – she had cried out, then panicked that Debbie may have heard her. Fortunately, when she'd finished she had walked past her daughter's bedroom and glanced through the open door to see Debbie sitting at her computer with headphones on, listening to music. "Mummy!" Zoe heard her daughter's call and snapped out of her reverie. "In the bath!" she called back. There was a few seconds' wait before Debbie walked in. "Hi, how are you?" Debbie asked. "Fine. You?" She reached up for her glass of Cava and took a sip. "Yeah. I guess. That looks nice, can I get in with you?" "Of course." Zoe watched as Debbie undressed, admiring her body as she stood facing her to take her watch off. "God you're beautiful." She said quietly. Debbie looked at her and blushed. "Thanks. Well, I guess I get it from you." She clambered into the bath – Zoe sat up and moved her feet apart to give her room. "Ow! The taps're cold!" Debbie giggled. "Turn round and lie back with me." Debbie turned round and lay back against her mother, who hooked her feet over Debbie's legs. Debbie sighed as she snuggled back against Zoe, her head resting on her right breast. "Ok?" Debbie asked. "Lovely." Zoe said quietly, running her hands over Debbie's shoulders and down her arms. She stared down at her daughter's pert breasts, then gently slid her hands over them, cupping and squeezing them lovingly. "You have such gorgeous boobs." Debbie watched her mother's hands caressing and squeezing her boobs, then closed her eyes, sighed, and relaxed into the delightful feelings. "That feels nice." "Mm. I like having mine caressed. Women do it so much better than men. Your father has all the sensitivity of a bull walrus." Debbie giggled. "Not all men ... I need to talk to you. And how do you know women do it better?" Zoe paused her caressing to sip from her Cava, handing it to Debbie who took a good swig. "Well, I hope you're not shocked, and this is not to go any further ..." "Of course!" Zoe gently tweaked Debbie's nipples, then resumed her gentle caressing and squeezing. Debbie was feeling decidedly horny by now, and was thoroughly enjoying having her breasts fondled. She was acutely aware of both her own body and that of her mother, feeling her hairless mons pressing into her back. She was resting her hands on her mother's thighs, gently rubbing them. "Well, when I was at college I had a couple of flings with other girls." Debbie was intrigued. "And?" "And I've occasionally had a fling since I married your father." "Oo-err. Does he know?" "No. And he's not to." Zoe said firmly. "Do I know any of these women?" "Only one." "Who?" "Becky." Debbie's eyes opened wide; her next door neighbour, Zoe's best friend! "Gosh." She said softly. "Exactly. So don't tell a soul." "When did this happen?" "Tuesday's." Debbie sat up, now totally intrigued, half turning to face her mother, who looked back at her with and insouciant expression. "What, every Tuesday?" "Hmm, usually." "How long has this been going on?" "Since about a week after Tom left her." "Wow, that's ... " "Three years." Zoe held her arms out and pulled Debbie to her. Debbie squirmed round and cuddled into her mother's embrace as much as the awkward position would allow. "It's a very important thing for me, Debbie. I like men, and I love your father, but I guess I'm bisexual and I just love the look and feel of a beautiful woman, and I love making love with one. It is so different to a man. I can't explain it, but I don't regret it. Your father must never know. He'd either be disgusted and make my life a misery or want to be involved ... and make my life a misery; that can never happen, if only for Becky's sake." She kissed her daughter on her forehead. "I hope you can understand." Debbie lay quietly, her feet in the air, feeling her mother's arms around her, her mons pressed into her belly and her face resting against her right breast. On an impulse, she kissed her mother's nipple. "It's ok, I'm fine. As long as you're happy." "Good. Now, the water's getting cold, so let's get out." Debbie clambered out of the bath, grabbing a towel from the rail, then handed the other to her mother as she climbed out, pulling the plug to let the water drain. They smiled at each other as they dried off, then in another impulsive gesture, Debbie flung her arms around her mother and hugged her. "I love you!" "And I love you. You said you wanted to talk to me." "Oh yes. About men. But first, can you do something for me?" "Of course. What is it?" Debbie broke the cuddle and looked down at her mother's bare mons, and then at her own blonde bush. "Can you shave mine like yours. I daren't try it myself." "Of course darling. You'll like it, it feels much nicer ... for everyone." She grinned at Debbie. "Go and lie on the bed and I'll bring the stuff." Debbie returned to her parents' bedroom and lay down on her back on the big bed. Zoe came through a moment later with a towel, a bowl of warm water, a razor and a can of shaving foam. She put the shaving equipment on the floor and draped the towel over the end of the bed. "Ok, get your bottom to the end of the bed and open your legs." Debbie giggled. "Isn't that the man's line?" "Not necessarily ... " Zoe said softly, raising an eyebrow and smiling archly at her daughter. Debbie giggled again and scooted to the end of the bed. Zoe knelt between her legs, pulled the lid off the foam, then paused as she stared at her daughter's vulva. "God, you've even got a gorgeous pussy." "Mummy!" Debbie giggled, leaning up on her elbows to watch her mother. Zoe squirted a generous blob of foam onto Debbie's blonde curls, then smoothed it gently into them. Picking up the razor she pulled her belly skin taught and began to shave her daughter's mons. Debbie watched, fascinated as the soft, pale skin of her mons was revealed for the first time since puberty. After five minutes her mons was hairless. Zoe used the towel to wipe the excess foam off, then ran her fingertips gently over her daughter's naked mons. "First bit done – feel." Debbie ran her fingertips over the soft skin, grinning at her mother as she did. "It feels really nice!" Zoe grinned up at her. "Good. Now the tricky bit. Lift your legs right up." Debbie lay back and lifted her knees up and wide apart. She was acutely aware that her vulva had opened, exposing to her mother the fact that she was quite aroused. Zoe, staring, smiled inwardly. "You're so neat." She paused. "Even when you're feeling horny." "Mummy!" Debbie squealed, blushing furiously. Zoe laughed. "It's ok, I'm feeling horny too." Debbie lay quietly, her mind churning over recent events. She was thinking about Peter, about her mother's revelation of her bisexuality and her lesbian affair with Becky, about what had happened in the morning with Peter, about what she wanted to do, and how she was going to tell her mother. She suddenly focused on the here and now when she felt the cool touch of the shaving foam on and around her vulva. She stared at the ceiling, not daring to look down between her legs at what her mother was doing. Then her mother's fingers were gently smoothing the foam around and on her labia and over her perineum. She couldn't stop an involuntary flinch as Zoe's fingertips slid across her clitoris. "Sorry." Zoe said softly. She didn't flinch as the same fingertips slid over her anus. "Keep perfectly still." Then she felt her mother pull her labia and the razor sliding across the taut skin. Five minutes of having her labia pulled and pushed, and her clitoris occasionally rubbed left her very aroused. When Zoe had finished she gently cleaned away the excess foam, then ran her fingertips gently around Debbie's vulva. She smiled at her daughter's obvious arousal; her open vulva was bright pink and very moist. "Good. Feel." Debbie slid her hand down over her mons and gently caressed her vulva. "Feels good." Zoe lifted Debbie's hand away, admired her handiwork for a moment, then leaned forward and kissed Debbie's clitoris, which was erect and exposed. Debbie flinched but was quiet for a moment. "That was nice." A slight tremor in her voice. "Want to cum?" Zoe asked quietly. "Yes." A hoarse whisper. Zoe smiled, then leant forward and kissed and licked her daughter's clitoris, running her tongue along the soft folds of her vulva and prodding it into the opening of her vagina, the tip just squeezing through the opening of her hymen. Debbie lay tense and still, shocked by what was happening but so turned on and desperate to come that she just accepted it. Zoe put the index finger of her right hand into her mouth, wetting it copiously, then closed her lips gently over Debbie's clitoris and sucked it in, flicking her tongue rapidly over it. As she did so, she eased her wet finger firmly into Debbie's anus. Debbie gasped, went rigid and came, clamping her thighs together against her mother's head. "Ooooooh!" Zoe kept up her rapid tongue-flicking until she could sense that Zoe's orgasm had peaked, releasing her clitoris and reverted to a gentle licking around it. She pulled her finger from her daughter's bottom and pushed it back in again, which seemed to prolong the young woman's orgasm still further. Finally she withdrew her finger, lovingly kissed her daughter's inflamed vulva and stood up, pushing Debbie's knees apart so that she could lean forward and kiss the gasping girl on the lips. "Good?" "Amazing! Even better than Peter!" "Pardon?" Zoe's eyes widened in surprise. Still breathing heavily, Debbie told her mother what had happened that morning. As she spoke, she pulled herself back up the bed to lie against the pillows, and Zoe lay down beside her. Debbie cuddled into her mother. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about." She finished. Suddenly, Zoe began to laugh. "What? What's funny?" Asked Debbie. "Oh, nothing really." Fibbed Zoe. The woman-musk she had smelled and tasted on Peter's mouth and which had excited her into the madness of her adulterous stand-up fuck had been her own daughter's, not Peter's wife. She had secretly lusted after Diane for years, and just as she thought she had had a second-hand taste of her she found out it was an even more forbidden taste. "Anyway, I want to make love with Peter ... and I want you to be there with me."