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Sharing a Secret Smile

By: Many Feathers



I have always been a light sleeper. The smallest noise usually waking me up immediately. So it was on a particular evening just a short hour or so after having crawled into bed. My wife Janet on the other hand was a sound sleeper. She had once slept right through a mild earthquake that had awoken me the moment it even began.

I had heard the sound of the front door opening downstairs. I knew Trish, our daughter had arrived home from her "date" at the graduation dance they had had at school. I looked over at the clock on the nightstand, it was just then a quarter of two in the morning. No big deal really, that was expected. And with Trish basically an adult now anyway, my wife and I generally had no more "rules" for Trish other than to help out around the house until she'd made some decision about what she wanted to do with herself after graduation.

What I wasn't expecting was the sound of someone else's voice speaking, even though they were whispering, as was my daughter. And though I couldn't exactly make out what was being said, I knew two things. One, the other voice was definitely female too, which was a bit of a surprise. And two, they were both giggling about something. Why she would bring another female friend home with her at this time of the night was unusual, unless of course her friend was too intoxicated to make it home by herself. Perhaps she'd end up in some kind of trouble because of it. It wouldn't be beyond the norm for Trish to offer up a place for someone to spend the night. And certainly not anything that either my wife or I would have been opposed to either. In a way I was almost relieved, at least it wasn't some guy she was actually trying to sneak into the house.

When I heard more giggling, and a concerned "Shhh" being given by my daughter, my curiosity got the best of me. What I didn't need, and what I knew my wife would come unglued over, was to wake up and find Trish's friend had gotten sick all over the carpet or something. If she was drunk, or if they both were in fact, then I at least felt like I needed to play responsible parent and ensure everything was ok downstairs. Slipping into my robe, though I wore nothing beneath it, I quietly slipped out into the hallway closing the door behind me. And though again it would take an atom bomb going off to wake Janet, I didn't feel like running the risk and having a late night confrontation over it with our daughter either.

I quietly made my way down the stairs, though I already knew through their own attempt at being quiet, they had likewise made their way down the hallway towards Trish's bedroom. As I reached the bottom landing, I heard the faint click of my daughter's bedroom door as she closed it, and then locked it. 

Now that was unusual. We had always, always respected Trish's privacy while growing up. Never just barging into her room without knocking first, and without being invited to enter. And because of that, she had never once locked her bedroom door, at least not to the point that I was aware of anyway. So locking it now, at this time of night seemed a little out of character, even for her. Once again padding down the hallway quietly in my bare feet, I approached her door, intending to listen only for a moment and ensure myself that all was well inside my daughter's bedroom. What I then heard however surprised me. Still speaking softly and in low tones, it was still enough to hear what was being said especially as quiet as it was inside the rest of the house.

"God you've got nice tits, I wish mine were as big and full as yours are," the other young woman spoke. Suddenly I had this "daddy shouldn't even be thinking this," vision bouncing around inside my head of my daughters full bare breasts sitting there.

Yeah, my daughter and my wife both had fairly large breasts, ran in the family I suppose, which included her cousins. And though it was at times hard not to notice them, I did my level best to chase those sort of thoughts away the moment I realized I was even entertaining any. Which I actually stood there trying to do, my thoughts then that they were simply getting undressed in preparation for going to sleep. What young girl hasn't commented on seeing a girlfriend's body, and perhaps commenting on something like that just as she'd done? It wasn't something guys would certainly do...not usually anyway, but girls? Sure...why not? Perfectly normal. I half turned preparing to retrace my steps and slip back quietly up to the bedroom.

"Fuck you make me horny Trish! I so love playing with your boobs!"

"And I like playing with yours too," My daughter spoke in a lust-filled voice, unlike anything I had ever heard from her before. "Come here...so I can suck on them!"

I froze in my tracks turning back towards the door.

"I love playing with your clit too, your pussy's so wet and juicy!"

"So's yours," my daughter responded, once again with that lilt to her tone of voice, telling me how aroused she was. 

I hate to admit it, but it was like being at the scene of a horrible accident. You didn't want to look, but you couldn't tear your eyes away either. It was like that, only in this instance, I couldn't stop listening. And worse, I now realized I had an erection! I was getting horny myself just standing there listening in on my own sweet young daughter and her girlfriend, obviously touching one another.

Once again there was another pleasured sigh by the two of them, in addition to another fit of giggles.

"So...you still haven't lost it to a boy yet?"

"Not yet...I'm saving it for someone special, though I'm starting to wonder if that'll ever happen really. Probably not. Maybe I should let Andy have my cherry, he's been after it long enough, and he is fairly sweet in his own way, even though he does have a pretty small cock!"

I was learning more and more about my own daughter than I'd ever meant too. Once again almost relieved to know she was actually still a virgin, yet on the other hand, hearing that she was now seriously considering giving it up to some pimply-faced kid with a small dick. Another vision I had to chase away with fire inside my head.

"What about you?" Tracy asked moaning pleasurably. "Ever had a cock up inside here yet?"

"Not yet...though I guess I'm technically not a virgin any more either. My sister had told me a while back that it would be best to get it over with by my own hand, rather than let some dumb-assed guy attempt to do it. So she helped me."

"No shit? Really? Sharon did?"

"Oh yeah...she had a nice slim vibrator she used to masturbate with every day, and probably still does come to think of it. But yeah...we used that to finally take my cherry with. So now I use all sorts of things whenever I play with myself, not just her vibrator, though I now have one of my own too. But no...in answer to your question, still haven't had a guys dick inside there, and now knowing what I do...not sure I even want to!"

Having heard the name Sharon, I now had a vague idea of who the other girl was, not too surprisingly either. She'd been over to the house a number of times, though so had a few other girls. But as far as I knew, Chris was the only girl who had an older sister by that name.

Though certainly not related in any way shape or form, Chris and Trish could have passed for sisters, and very often did. They were roughly the same size and shape, though Trish indeed had slightly larger boobs from what I'd seen. Beyond that, they both wore their dark brown hair long, and in nearly the same style, even the color of their light brown eyes was almost identical. And they even looked a little bit alike, enough at least anyway to pass as sisters whenever they went out together.

"Especially the way you eat pussy," Chris now said, as I heard rustling about on the bed, once again my mind's eye imagining, seeing the two of them as my daughter situated herself between her girlfriend's legs.

"You mean...like this?" she asked, giggling softly. I now heard what could only be described as down to earth pussy-licking. Something I quite enjoyed doing myself, so I was very familiar with the erotic sounds being made, and what was obviously happening. The next thing I realized, was that I had my hand on my dick, and had been unconsciously stroking it as I stood there.

In all the years as my daughter's father, I had never not once pleasured myself while thinking about her, though even then...I tried to convince myself it wasn't my daughter I was actually thinking about, but the succulent wet split she was currently licking, belonging to that of her girlfriend. Which for the moment at least, was the image I now had inside my head, though it changed quickly to Trish just seconds after that, and took me a while before I once again tried chasing that thought away.

It was no use. Try as I might, I kept coming back to Chris laying between my daughter's legs...and then finally, me.

"Oh God yes...yes Trish yes! Finger my pussy! Suck my clit! Make me cum...please baby please...make me cum!"

Even though it was Chris saying the words, in my mind, I could hear Trish speaking them, writhing about there on the bed pleasurably as I lay between my own daughter's legs, sucking her clit. When I felt the first tremor of my own impending orgasm begin, I hurriedly cupped the palm of my hand over the end of my dick, spurting into it. Even then, there was so much that it began seeping out of my hand, down my shaft as I continued to milk out what for me became a knee bending climax.

And then of course, seconds afterwards...the guilt set in.

With the two of them still carrying on, I slipped quietly down the hallway back towards the stairs. As I did, I wondered if this was something I should bring up and discuss with my wife. I put a big "whoa" to that thought however, realizing if I did, she'd no doubt wonder what the hell I thought I was doing, standing there listening in on our daughter's private thoughts, and intimacy. Neither Janet nor I had ever had a problem with people being gay or straight or anything in between. Though neither one of us had ever considered the possibility that Trish was anything other than a heterosexual female. Even if she was bi...that wasn't something that her mother or I would ever make any big deal out of. But what her mother would make a big deal out of, was my having stood there listening to the two of them.

No...this was one I was going to have to deal with myself, and in a very private way. I'd always been close to Trish, we'd shared confidences and secrets with one another in the past. And I'd never once betrayed that with her. So long as it didn't jeopardize her safety, welfare or that of anyone else. That was the promise I had made her with only the one stipulation. Thus, I felt that when the right time, the right moment presented itself, if it in fact ever did...then I would try and talk to her about it. Until then, I was determined to keep my mouth shut. 

But I now found myself struggling with totally impure and improper thoughts more than I ever had!

**

On the weekends Janet and I took turns sleeping in. She got Saturdays, I got Sundays. And as such I found myself rolling out of bed just before eight o'clock, which even then was almost late for me. The alarm wouldn't go off for another hour yet, though Janet no doubt would hit the snooze on it at least three times before finally getting up. Once again throwing on my bathrobe, I tiptoed quietly into the bathroom to pee. Though I now stood there looking down at a morning woody, that was far more woody, than morning. Already the thoughts and conversation I had heard the night before replaying inside my head. I stood there, guiltily I might add, jerking myself off until I watched several hard-felt streamers of cum splashing in the water of the toilet bowl. Only then was I able to piss.

After I had cleaned up and ensured I'd left no trace evidence, I emerged out into the hallway and headed downstairs to make coffee. Except that I could already smell it had been made as I reached the stairs. Not too surprisingly really, as Trish very often got up and made the coffee herself before I did if she happened to beat me up before I could do it. And though it was just then almost eight o'clock, I was frankly surprised after such a late night she'd obviously had herself, that she would be up and about already.

I entered the kitchen, and sure enough she was standing there with her back turned towards me, just then pouring herself a cup, not yet having heard me enter. And she was wearing what she usually did when she went to bed, one of my old white tee shirts that was just long enough to properly cover her ass.

As a child, it had been damn near impossible to get Trish to wear anything other than a pair of panties to bed to sleep in. But when she finally started to sprout breasts, her mother decided it was time for the two of them to sit down and have a little chat. Even then it was still difficult, until we actually convinced her to wear one of "daddy's tee shirts" to sleep in. For some reason, that did the trick, and she'd been sleeping in one ever since.

"Morning honey, surprised you're up already!"

"Shit!" Chris said jumping, turning as she did so. "You scared the hell out of me!" she exclaimed. Though I too was surprised. It wasn't Trish standing there at all. A further reminder to me of just how closely the two of them resembled one another, especially from behind.

"Oh...sorry, I thought you were Trish," I said feeling more than a bit stupid at the obvious mistake, though she had by now composed herself, and was smiling.

"Yeah, I guess we do look a little bit alike, especially with me dressed in one of your tee shirts."

"Well, used to be I suppose...though now I think Trish has managed to confiscate every one of them, to the point I actually quit wearing them myself." 

The problem was...when Chris turned to face me, I immediately noticed the twin hard little points of her nipples pressing clearly against the front of her tee shirt. It was all I could do to force my eyes away and pretend I hadn't really noticed anything.

"So...I take it you made the coffee then?"

"Yeah, hope it's not too strong," Chris said turning back around once again reaching up into the cupboard in order to grab another mug. One again, the problem with that was, as she did so, the hem of her shirt rose, not too far mind you...but just enough to alert me to the fact, she didn't have any panties on.

When I found myself staring at the sweet firm cheeks of Chris's ass, I immediately sat myself down at the table. Not in order to get a better view, though I suddenly found that I did, but because I suddenly found myself starting to become aroused again. And this...after I'd just barely finished jerking off only a few minutes ago!

Finally retrieving the cup, Chris sat it down on the counter and filled it for me. Once again turning, now walking over to hand it to me as she brought hers with, sitting down across from me. Now I was staring at her nipples again, which for some odd reason seemed to be even harder than they were before, pressing against the tee shirt she had on even more than they had been.

I couldn't help but wonder. I don't remember Trish ever having that much difficulty retrieving a cup from that shelf. And if she and Chris were roughly the same height...

She sat looking over the rim of her mug towards me, my eyes having strayed briefly, my thoughts elsewhere as she finally spoke.

"I hope...we didn't wake you up when we came in last night."

I seriously doubted she knew I was actually a very light sleeper, though I supposed Trish could have mentioned that fact to her at some point. But I decided to play dumb even if she did know.

"Had no clue, that's why you startled me...seeing you standing there instead of Trish," I told her acting genuinely surprised at that.

She laughed, not as bad you startled me...I nearly peed myself, and I'm not wearing any panties at the moment either, imagine how embarrassing that could have been.

I was imagining something else.

"Yes, well...good thing you didn't, you know how picky Janet is about her floors," I chuckled trying to make light of it.

"So...we weren't too noisy coming in then?" She again pressed.

"Didn't hear a thing," I assured her. Once again she sat looking over the rim of her cup at me as though trying to digest that. I could feel sweat starting to form on my forehead.

"Going to be a hot one today, already starting to feel it," I told her wiping my brow. We both looked over at the thermometer hanging on the wall there in the kitchen. It showed it was just seventy degrees. She smiled at that.

"Maybe...or maybe it's just getting a little hot in here," she said once again standing up. "Refill?"

I pushed my mug across the table towards her without saying a word. She took it along with her own once again turning back towards the counter. I sat looking at her from behind, still sweating. She filled the mugs, one a bit too much as she spilled it, reaching for a paper towel, which she then dropped.

"Clumsy me," she stated, and then bent over to retrieve it. What I saw was the crease of her cute furrow, her lips swollen invitingly so, though it was only for the briefest of moments before she stood up again, and then wiped up the bit of spilled coffee. Only this time, she walked around behind me, leaning over as she placed my cup back on the table, her right breast just grazing my shoulder as she did. But it wasn't that that now gave everything away. Just like the night before, I had unconsciously been sitting there fondling my dick. Once again hard, it had managed to poke its head out of the opening of my bathrobe. I tried leaning forward a little to hide it, using my own hand in doing so, which if anything, simply confirmed what I'd been sitting there doing to myself.

"What's that?" Chris pointedly questioned me. I know my face had gone beet red, I could feel it. My tongue suddenly thick and swollen as I fought for something...anything to say.

"What?" I finally came up with.

"You know what," she said once again leaning against my back, both breasts now pressing against me as she reached down. I felt her hand on my hand, as she tried to pry it away...it was almost funny. Me, holding onto my cock, trying to keep her from seeing it, and yet, there it was, stiff and hard as it's ever been.

"Is that because of this morning? Or because of what you heard last night?" She asked.

"I swear I didn't hear anything," I told her. 

Her eyes told me she knew better, though I didn't know how.

"Trish told me once how light of a sleeper you are," she said coming around the table, once again sitting down, though as she did, she lifted her tee shirt up just enough to bare the lower portions of both breasts. "I don't know if she ever told you about me though...you see, I have really acute hearing. You might want to consider fixing that third stair, it creaks a little whenever you step on it."

I knew that it did, but I'd certainly not considered it loud enough to have been concerned over. Though admittedly, I'm not sure I even heard it or was aware of it doing that when I went back up to bed. My thoughts elsewhere at the time when I did so.

"So...she continued. "Do you have a problem with Trish and I?" she asked curiously.

"Was she fishing here?" I asked myself.

I felt like we were both treading on dangerous ground here. Me...still with a hard on though I'd managed to keep her hands from replacing my own. And her...with half of her tits showing.

"You're both adults now...whatever the two of you choose to do with one another is none of her mothers, or my business," I answered.

"So you were there," she said a broad smile coming into her face. "I thought I heard something."

I hadn't admitted to anything. But now, I didn't deny it either, sipping my coffee instead.


Sharing a Secret Smile



"Tell you what, you let me see yours, and I'll let you see mine...and no one needs to know we did this," she told me.

Maybe I should have known better. But I certainly wasn't thinking very clearly at the time. The way I saw it, a little innocent flirtatious teasing would be worth it if Chris would then drop the subject. "Deal?"

"Deal!" I said just as quickly, and then removed my hand.

"So? Stand up so I can see it at least," she added, now doing so herself, though as she did, she then yanked the tee shirt she was wearing up and over her head. Now standing completely naked before me.

I stood, my dick sticking straight out, if not even more so than it had been.

"I thought you said you weren't interested in a guys cock anymore," I told her as she focused her gaze on my shaft.

"Ah ha!" She said grinning at me.

"Fuck!" I said simply. I had no place to go.

**

She stood there fondling her breasts in front of me, though seconds later her hand dipped down between her legs as she continued fondling herself there too, a bit more openly now.

"Chris..."

"So, did it turn you on listening to us?"

"Chris..." I said again a little more firmly this time, though I continued to stand there with my dick sticking out.

"Come on Trish's daddy...tell me, so did it? Did it turn you on, just a little maybe?"

For as far back as I could remember, Chris had always referred to me by that name, "Trish's daddy." I had liked hearing it at the time, thought it was cute, and yeah...maybe even a little sexy when she said it. At the moment however, I wasn't so sure. The problem was, I was turned on...becoming even more so the longer I stood there watching this young, beautiful woman, who god help me...looked a lot like my own daughter as she stood there playing with herself. Hands now spreading her lips a part so that I could see them clearly, see the wet moisture that was obviously pooling there inside her.

"Come on Trish's daddy...stroke it for me, let me see you play with your cock," she asked.

"Chris, we really shouldn't..."

"No one needs to know, besides...we're just watching one another, not touching each other," she argued, though I failed to see the logic in that. "Come on...please? For me? Watch me while I watch you," she pressed as she slipped a finger inside herself, then withdrawing it, licking it off, sucking it like I could imagine her sucking my cock.

"Ok," I said softly, giving in to heaven only knows what here."

"That's better," she seemed to purr once again fingering her slit, her hand coming back up to tweak the hard pointed nipple of her young supple breast. I stood there in front of her now slowly stroking my cock. Doing so had the desired effect on me she'd been hoping for obviously. "Oh yeah, that's nice...really, really nice. It's so big and so hard, I bet that would feel really, really good inside my pussy."

"Chris..." I said slowly drawing out her name. She giggled, don't worry Trish's daddy, I'm just thinking out loud, fantasizing a little here is all. Same as I'm sure you were last night. You were weren't you?" she asked.

Under the circumstances, I saw no point in trying to deny that. "Yeah...I did," I said simply. 

"So, what did you think about? While you stood there listening to us, listening to Trish lick my pussy, and then me, licking hers...did that excite you? Did you cum?"

I saw no point in telling her I came long before they'd obviously switched off and done that. Though now, there I stood, jerking myself off, once again imagining Chris licking my daughter's wet hot cunt...and then me doing the same to both of them.

"Yes...eventually," I told her already feeling the sensation of wanting to do so again.

"So would you like that?"

I was already hovering on the edge.

"Like what?"

"Watching us, watch us lick one another, maybe even the two of us licking you." Chris was truly frigging her own clit now, my eyes glued to her doing that, hearing her words but unable to sort out my emotions on what she'd just said. "Our tongues, lapping up and down your cock together, me sucking your balls perhaps, Trish, sucking your hard stiff prick."

"Oh fuck...Chris, you...you shouldn't be saying that," and me...so fucking close now, about to toss one hell of a load any second now, which I knew I damn well would too.

"Gonna cum for me? Come for us?" she asked, my knees already starting to buckle, one hand down on the kitchen table for support as I stood fisting my cock furiously now, watching Chris as she stood there doing the same. 

"Us?" I finally asked, confused, bewildered though I could already sense the intensity of my orgasm beginning. Which is when I suddenly felt an entirely different hand on my cock, looking down at myself, for a moment wondering if I was tripping out, if Chris had somehow managed to slip something into my coffee or something. It had to be some sort of a hallucination, and then she spoke.

"Come daddy...come, go ahead, squirt it for me...for us," she urged.

**

For a brief moment in time, I felt like I had somehow escaped the confines of my own body. Standing there looking down at myself, having grown a third hand, and then letting go. Watching this new hand, this feminine hand suddenly wrapping itself around my cock, stroking it up and down, ever so slowly, ever so sensually. And then on top of all that, the sound of my own daughter's voice urging me to cum.

It was like watching it all happen in slow motion. Seeing her hand, turning to look into her almost angelic like face. Her smile, wickedly devilish yes, but still that smile I had so come to adore. And then beyond that, her nudity. Her full perfect breasts, nipples all crinkled, amazingly hard, stiff and erect. The bareness of her pussy, a pleasant surprise that now would forever remain within my memory banks, changing the criteria I had only once allowed myself to think upon. And even as I began to squirt, my semen exploding from the tip of my cock, shooting off into god knows where, she continued smiling, jacking...milking my prick, urging me on.

"Come daddy, yes...come squirt it for me, squirt it all out...shoot your juice for me daddy, shoot it...shoot it...shoot it!"

**

I don't remember sitting down, but obviously I had. Spent, emotions now a flood of guilt, remorse, fear, and yet still uncontrollable excitement and pleasure too as I continued to throb, my prick not yet flaccid as though refusing to do so.

"Well you were right Chris. I didn't think it would work, but it did," Trish said now sitting down beside me. "Good thing we didn't bet." She then turned towards me, her hand coming up to my face, brushing away a lock of hair that had fallen down into my eyes. "I'm sorry daddy, but I didn't know how else to raise the subject."

"What? What subject?" I finally said more or less collecting myself.

"Well you see daddy, it's like this. I don't want to be a virgin any more, and I think I'm old enough to make that decision for myself. But...I want it to be with someone who knows what they're doing too, not some kid who will hurt me, or ruin my very first time for me. And I want it to be with someone I love, someone I care about. I want it to be you!"

I was speechless, flabbergasted to say the least. "Trish, we can't...we shouldn't...it's just not possible. I'm sorry!"

"So...you'd rather I let some other guy do it then, is that what you're telling me?"

"No! Of course not! I'd rather that you wait...wait until the right guy comes along."

"I've been waiting...for a very, very long time now daddy. And I've always known who the right guy was. I just didn't know how to approach you about it, until now." I looked past her at Chris.

"The two of you were in on this from the beginning?"

"For quite a while now yes," Chris admitted. "We've certainly talked about it, but until last night...until I knew, and then we both knew for sure you were standing outside the door listening, well...that sort of gave me the idea to do this. And needless to say, Trish went along with it."

"So...so, you want me to...to..."

"To fuck me yes...to take my virginity, once and for all. Just once daddy, I'm not asking you to do anything more than that. Just do this for me, with Chris there...and then after that, I promise I won't pressure you to do it again if you don't want to."

"But that's the point!" I told Trish. "What if after we do it, I DO want to? What then?"

"How about we cross that bridge when we get to it? But in the meantime, will you at least think about this? Please?"

I told her I would, simply to end this discussion here and now. The alarm would be going off soon, and Janet would be waking up.

"I'll think about it. But then we'll talk too, long before anything happens. But right now...the two of you better get dressed before your mother comes down here and sees the three of us like this. There would be hell to pay if that were to happen!"

**

I was in a funk the rest of the day. So many emotions running around inside my head. There was no fucking way I could do this. And yet, I found myself sitting there imagining it, actually fantasizing about the way it might go, especially with Chris there.

"Shit, I just can't!" I said at one point shaking my head, and saying it loud enough that my wife had actually heard me.

"Can't what?"

"Pull this deal off as quickly as my boss wants me to on Monday morning," I lied coming up with about the only thing I could think of to say.

"Steve, its Saturday for hells sakes. Relax, quit thinking about work. In fact, I think I know just the thing to get your mind off of that. As soon as the girls take off, which they said they'd be doing shortly, how about I give you a very...very special massage."

Now I really did feel like a shit head.

**

True to her word, after the girls left Janet gave me one of her world-class "massages" as she called them. Though it mostly consisted of a lot of hand on my cock stroking, accompanied by a pair of lips that nibbled away at the tip of my cock until I was spewing a fountain of cum cream into my wife's mouth.

It had been a while since she'd done that. It was one of those rare moments of late when we actually found time on our hands and some privacy to enjoy ourselves. I soon after found myself licking my wife's precious pussy, likewise sending her off into oblivion as well. We were both just recovering from having done so when the girls came back late in the afternoon.

"They're back early," I spoke rolling out of bed in order to get dressed. "Glad we had the time that we did."

I showered and dressed heading downstairs to the rec-room. By the time I'd arrived the girls had already changed into swim-wear and were outside by the small-sized pool we'd put in. I turned on the TV, pretending to watch the game though I had one eye constantly looking out the window at the girls as they lay sun tanning on towels, which they'd spread out on the grass. I heard the sound of my wife's footsteps coming down stairs, moments later entering the room handing me a nice cold beer. I had focused my attention totally on the TV, though Janet walked over towards the sliding glass doors looking out at the girls.

"She's certainly growing up fast isn't she?" She asked without turning around.

"Too fast," I responded standing up to walk over and join her as she'd now given me an excuse to be doing so.

"Won't be much longer before she'll be out of the house and on her own. After that, it'll just be the two of us."

"Not such a bad thing is it?" I asked stepping up behind my wife, teasing her neck with the cold beer bottle. She shivered, but not so much from the coldness of the bottle against her skin, more from obvious arousal, especially as I glanced down over her shoulder. As I did, I immediately saw Janet's nipples had stiffened considerably. Even through the bra she was wearing, they were poking against the tight-fitting material of the blouse. "You still horny?"

"How'd you guess?" She giggled as her hand reached around easily locating the bulge in my shorts that was rapidly stiffening.

It was then that we both saw Chris sit up, her hands coming around behind her to undo the top she was wearing. Without so much as a cursory glance back our way to see if anyone was watching, she removed her top, tossing it off to one side. After she had done that, Trish moved over and began applying some suntan oil to her exposed flesh, in particular, the young woman's breasts. I wasn't so sure we should continue to stand there watching the two of them, though I found myself transfixed as we did, setting the bottle down, my hands coming up to cup each one of my wife's breasts as she continued fondling my cock.

"Chris reminds me of a friend I once knew growing up," Janet said, her tone of voice lusty, deep as we stood there. "Went through a bit of my own exploration, same as those two seem to be doing," she added as Trish quite obviously caressed, more than simply applied lotion to her friend's breasts. I remained silent however, watching, still caressing Janet's boobs, now pinching and rolling her nipples through the thin material. Only when Trish now reached around herself preparing to remove her top did I make some effort to cease doing what we had been.

"Maybe we shouldn't be standing here watching them," I suggested.

"Does it bother you seeing your daughter naked? Or is it watching her touching another woman?" 

"Both actually," I confessed, my cock certainly acknowledging both things.

I was still struggling with what I'd been asked to do, seriously contemplating telling Janet everything that had gone on, even if she skinned me alive for it after I had. But I'd also pretty much made up my mind...it wasn't my place to take my daughter's virginity either. Something she was simply going to have to accept.

"Well, as enjoyable as this is...I really do need to get dinner started," Janet said breaking away from me, glancing down at my still hard cock pressing fully against the shorts I was wearing. Uncomfortably so. She chuckled, turning at the doorway before heading back up the stairs. "There's a box of tissues on the end table," she informed me. 

"Funny," I shot back at her, a little unnerved at her comment, wondering if she'd actually been serious when she said that. But she turned climbing the stairs without another word to me one way or the other. I turned back briefly towards the window, intending to sit back down and try and refocus my attention on the game. Chris however was just now fondling my daughter's breasts, though the pretense was still to be applying lotion to them both. I unzipped my fly, pulling out a handful of tissues seconds later.

**

Though Chris stayed for dinner, she returned home shortly after helping Trish and her mother clean up. I knew that Janet had plans to go and visit with a girlfriend of hers, I'd already agreed to take the ten-minute drive over dropping her off. As was usually the case, Gloria would no doubt bring her back an hour or two later. I'd already decided that now might be a good time to have a little chat with my daughter and inform her of my decision after I returned. Since Chris had returned home, I was also fairly confident that Trish had no further plans for the evening, other than to hang out in her bedroom listening to music or browsing the Internet on her PC.

Upon my return home, I immediately headed down the hall towards Trish's bedroom intending to have our little chat and explain to her my reasoning. She was after all my daughter, and regardless of her thoughts on the subject, with Janet and I only recently starting to become affectionate once again, I wasn't about to jeopardize that, let alone our marriage.

I stood momentarily outside her door preparing to knock. I'd expected to hear her listening to music, but what I heard was the sounds of obvious moaning and groaning going on instead. I knew she was alone, but I now knew what she was obviously doing too. Familiar enough with it myself, I realized Trish was looking at porn on her PC. I knocked, expecting her to exit the site at least before I entered. And though she did in fact turn down the sound, calling out to me to enter her room, I noticed upon doing so that whatever she'd been watching was still on. A quick glance told me what I'd already suspected, a man and two women curled up on the bed together in an obvious threesome. But what I hadn't expected, was to walk in and find my daughter sitting there in her chair, entirely naked. It was obvious she'd been watching the porn flick, and masturbating. Her hands remained down between her legs even as I turned softly closing the door to her room.

"Have you got a second?" I asked. "And would you mind turning that off for a moment?" I likewise asked. "It's a little distracting, as are you," I added hoping she would take the hint, which she did. And though she did in fact shut down the movie, she made no effort to put anything on.

"It's my room, you wanted to speak to me," she said simply turning in her chair in order to face me, though that made things a bit more awkward and uncomfortable for me, looking at her sitting there the way she was. "So...I take it you're ready to have our little chat?" She asked smiling. "Good, because I've been thinking about it too, and have decided that I don't want Chris there when we do it. I've decided I want my first time to be a bit more intimate and personal," she informed me.

"There isn't going to be a first time, at least not with me," I said sitting down on the edge of her bed trying to avert my eyes from staring at her exposed breasts, keeping them clearly on her own face, seeing the look of disappointment there after I had said that. She stood up, crossing the short distance between us before I could react, now standing directly in front of me so that it was virtually impossible not to be looking at her.

"Chris said you'd probably chicken out," she laughed. "But that I wasn't to let you," she added. Her hands had come up, cupping her pussy, spreading her lips as she stood there. "Look at my pussy daddy," she said simply. "Tell me you wouldn't enjoy fucking this, taking my virginity."

"I didn't say that...I would, but I can't. I just can't!"

I no longer had the courage to look at her face. Standing the way she was there in front of me, my eyes were literally glued to what she was doing as she spread herself even further, her hard pink little clitoris now fully exposed, glistening with obvious moisture and arousal.

"Don't you think I'm pretty?"

"Of course I do...you know that! But that's not the point, you're my daughter!"

"Your horny daughter, who wants her daddy's cock to take her virginity, and not some fumbling boy who has no idea what the hell it is that he's doing!"

I knew going in that this wasn't going to be an easy conversation to have with her, but I hadn't expected it to be this difficult either, nor had I anticipated being faced with so close a temptation as I sat there looking at the fleshy pink meat of my daughter's cunt.

"Didn't you enjoy it when I jerked you off?" She now asked.

Flashback. Once again I was looking down at her hand as it surrounded my hard cock, working it. I remembered the feeling, looking down, watching my spunk as it spurted from the tip of my cock, my daughter's hand milking my seed from it so wonderfully so pleasurably.

"Yes," I admitted shaking my head, chasing away the image. The problem was, there was still the very real image standing in front of me as she tweaked her clit, pinching it.

"Wouldn't you like to taste it? To lick it for me? Please?"

"Trish," I started to stand up, but she was close enough that she simply pushed me back down onto the bed, stepping even closer towards me as she did.

"At least lick it...just a little," she asked once again. "If you're not ready to fuck me yet...I'm willing to wait," she added.




Sharing a Secret Smile



It was a reprieve, at least in my mind it was anyway...buying myself some time to attempt to have this discussion again later under more favorable conditions. Right now, I was at a distinct disadvantage, sitting there with a hard-on, my daughters wet glistening pussy only inches away from my face now. I could likewise smell her, smell the musky scent of her heat, her arousal confusing me even more, weakening my resolve.

"If...if I do this, do you promise to talk to me tomorrow, dressed...somewhere else besides here in your room, like this?" I asked only then looking up towards her face. She was grinning as I suspected she would be upon hearing that.

Her response however was to inch even closer, her fingers now prying her lips apart more fully if that was even possible for her to do, which apparently, it was. "Lick it daddy, lick my clit for me...and then yes, we'll talk again tomorrow, wherever you'd like."

Tentatively, I allowed my tongue to snake out, barely even touching her clit, feeling her shudder as I did so. Almost immediately her hands were on my head, drawing me even closer to her as my lips now surrounded that sweet tasty morsel, sucking it. Even before I realized it, my hands reached up, cupping each of her breasts, palming her stiff tender nipples as I continued sucking, alternately licking her tight little knot.

"Oh yes, yes! Suck it daddy, suck it! Lick it, kiss it, suck it for me daddy, and make me cum!"

I was in a world of my own now, licking my daughter's pussy, sucking her precious clit, fondling her pert young breasts. My cock was about as hard as it had ever been, straining against the pants I was wearing, but my attention focused entirely on my daughter's pleasure as she stood there in front of me, shaking like a leaf.

Seconds later, I felt and tasted the additional appearance of an even sweeter nectar as her pussy flowed, the pleasure of her orgasm bathing my face. I held on, Trish grinding herself against me, writing almost spasmodically, crying out deliriously, humping my face long after her orgasm had actually passed. Only then did she step back, her fingers immediately thrusting inside, withdrawing a bit of her own secretions which she then licked off her fingers, once again dipping into her sex, passing them to me. Like a man possessed, I licked them off, savoring her taste and flavor, though slowly regaining my senses as I did that.

She reached down, her fingers briefly brushing against my cock, still stiff and hard, and oh so needful. But I resisted, once again gathering myself.

"You promised," I reminded her, standing up now though the stiffness of my prick was even more noticeable now that I had.

"Are you sure?" She asked once again slipping a finger back inside herself, one hand fingering her taut nipple, teasing me, tempting me, looking down hungrily at my hard protruding cock that was threatening to burst through my pants any moment now.

"Very," I said determined, once again in control, stepping back towards the door. "Tomorrow, we talk...without enticements, without any of this going on," I said a bit more sternly than I'd intended to, and then opened the door quickly leaving it before I found myself doing a lot more than simply eating my daughter's cunt.

**

I leaned against the door briefly, hearing her laugh to herself. Obviously she had no intention of giving this up. But then again, I had no intention of giving in either. And I was likewise tempted as well to fully inform Janet as to what Trish's intentions were. Maybe she'd have better luck convincing her to do otherwise than what I had. I had no idea what she'd do to me once she learned about the rest of it however, and that was an entirely different problem I hadn't quite decided how to deal with yet.

A short time later I heard a car pull up into the drive and knew that Janet had arrived home. The moment she walked in the door, I also knew she was nursing one of her headaches just in the simple way she looked at me.

"So much for that!" I thought to myself. Whatever discussion I'd hoped to have with my wife upon her return home was now obviously out of the question.

"I've got a headache," she told me unnecessarily, " I had Gloria bring me home sooner because of it," she added. "Think I'll head upstairs to bed...try and kick this before it gets any worse." She turned however before heading off. "Oh...when you come up, try waking me, see how I feel," she added trying to give me a smile. And then with that, she turned heading upstairs to bed.

"That was interesting!" I again thought to myself. Usually the last thing on Janet's mind when she had a headache, was sex. Though it didn't appear to be one of her usual Migraines this time either. The one thing I didn't dare do at this point however, was jerk off. As aroused as I still was after that episode with Trish in her bedroom, I didn't dare masturbate in the event Janet's headache went away. If it didn't, and if she was still complaining about having one, I could always go into the bathroom and get some relief. But for the moment at least, all I could do was wait for a while, give her an hour or so, and then head up to the bedroom to find out.

Throwing in one of my favorite X-rated DVD's, I sat back deciding to entertain myself for a while before heading on up to bed. Hopefully Janet would indeed be in a mood to mess around for a while, as horny as I still was. Even as I sat there watching the movie, my thoughts once again turned towards my encounter with Trish in her bedroom. I found myself imagining, remembering, and allowing the decadent thoughts I usually fought against having to fill my mind. I could still taste the sweetness of Trish's pussy, the look of her hard little clit as it throbbed and glistened between my fingers. I could still hear the sounds of her slick frothy juice as I fingered her, sucking her clit. The fact that I had arousing me even more, that I had actually licked my own daughter's cunt, and that she had wanted me to do more than that...a lot more. Taking her virginity really was an honor in a way, though my mind was still set, I simply couldn't act on doing that. Bad enough that I'd done what I'd already done, and now sat here stroking my cock just thinking about it.

I glanced at the clock, nearly an hour and a half had gone by. "Fuck this!" I thought to myself, releasing my prick, which I'd now, teased and tortured long enough. If I didn't cum soon, I was going to explode. It was time to go wake up my wife.

**

Before starting up the stairs, I looked down the hallway towards my daughter's bedroom. I could see there was no light coming from beneath the door and knew then she had gone to sleep herself. I then climbed up the stairs leading towards our room, once again seeing no light coming from beneath the door as I reached it. Janet too was obviously still asleep, though it was now my hope that her headache had finally passed and she'd be in the mood to help me do something about this massive erection I was sporting. I turned the knob on the door stepping into the dark room though I could just make out the still sleeping form of my wife there on the bed. In seconds, I was naked again, lifting the sheets as I slid into bed. I reached out, my hands seeking my wife in order to wake her. Pleased when I found that she too was naked, obviously waiting and expecting me. I pressed my hard stiff prick against her ass, nudging her there gently, savoring the heat of her flesh, my hands coming around to capture one of her breasts.

"What the fuck?"

If she'd meant to try and fool me, that was virtually impossible. There was too much difference in that particular department for any hope in her getting away with that. Janet's breasts though as large as my daughters were, were considerably softer, more pliant to their feel. And I now knew that, having discovered firsthand the differences.

"Hi daddy," Trish said rolling over in bed as I likewise rolled over, and then out, standing up to immediately turn on the bed-side table lamp. When it came on, I stood there in disbelief looking down at the bed where I'd expected to find my wife, seeing my daughter laying there instead.

"What the hell's going on here? Where's your mother?"

"Right here honey," Janet said stepping out of the bathroom, also naked, which was a bit of a surprise when she did, especially with our daughter likewise naked laying there in our bed. I thought briefly that perhaps she'd snuck into the room, had been having a chat with her mother, and had then fallen asleep or something, though why the two of them were both naked hadn't as yet become very clear to me.

"I was beginning to think I was going to have to go downstairs and get you," Janet said crossing the short distance towards the bed before sitting down on it. "We were worried you might pop one off down there and not even bother coming up here to wake me up," she grinned.

"We?"

Janet and Trish looked at one another, smiling, and then laughing openly. I continued to stand there in disbelief, no longer worried or concerned about my still hard throbbing cock that was sticking out in front of me in what seemed like a good mile or so.

"You...you were in on this?" I finally asked my wife. "You...you knew about Trish?"

"Every step of the way honey," she told me. "Trish came to me several months ago, wanted to talk to me about my first time, what it was like...what happened, all of it. So I told her."

"Told her? Told her what?"

"Something you never knew, though you never really asked either. It was my father who likewise helped me to lose my virginity. And since she asked, and since you know damn well I've never lied to her, I told her what had happened, and why. A few days later she came back to me again, asking me if I thought you might do the same thing for her, that my father had done for me."

"You've got to be shitting me!" I stammered hearing all this for the first time, but now fully aware of the fact that the two of them had been planning, or at least considering all this for quite some time now.

"No...I'm not," Janet said holding out her hand towards me. "Come...sit, hear the whole story," she suggested, "And then make up your mind if you're willing to do this for her...for us, for me..." she said seriously.

I sat down on the bed, finding myself sandwiched between the two of them as Trish moved over now sitting next to me on the other side. It felt weird sitting between the two of them, the three of us naked, me still sporting an erection though it had in fact gone down some.

"Go on," I prompted, now curious...wanting to be filled in as to what had obviously been going on around here the last few days.

"Well, like I said. Once Trish had had time to think about it, and decide for herself if this was something she really wanted to do, I told her I'd help her find a way to convince you to go through with it. I knew...if I approached you directly, you'd think me insane...if not both of us."

"Yeah, you're probably right," I told her thinking about it.

"Anyway, I then told Trish that the best way, was to frustrate you a little, take your guard down. Which is one of the reasons why I've been less than, shall we say...amorous the last couple of months?"

"The headaches?"

"Yeah, those," she giggled blushing a little. "I knew that you'd eventually get a bit frustrated, constantly horny, and not much of an outlet. Which made it far easier for Trish...and for Chris to entice you."

"She? She was in on this too?"

"Not at first, that was Trish's idea, but I thought it was a good one, and went along with it. Like me, Trish didn't think she could approach you in the beginning by herself either. But with someone like Chris teasing you, flirting with you, as vulnerable sexually as you'd become, it opened the door to make it a lot easier for Trish when she did approach you with the idea of taking her virginity. Anyway...so here we are."

"Yeah, so here we are," I said glancing back and forth between the two of them. Now what?"

"Well, I guess that depends on you, if you're willing to do this for Trish."

I turned towards my daughter. "Are you sure about this? This really is what you want? You've thought about it? Seriously?"

"Yes," she said simply grinning from ear to ear. "More than anything, though I have to admit...in the beginning I thought it might be easier to have Chris here with me when it happened. But then the more I thought about it, the more I realized, I wanted mom to be here instead. Plus...I thought it might make it easier for you if she was. Perhaps then you wouldn't feel quite as weird about it, having mom here with us when it happened."

As strange as that sounded, she was right. Having my wife here with us, if this was in fact going to actually take place, did make it a little easier for me to accept the idea. Had Chris been the one, I'd have felt a lot more like some sort of an old lecher, two young women in my bed, one of them my daughter. Maybe there wasn't a whole lot of difference, having my wife and my daughter there together, if anything...even a bit more kinky, more perverted perhaps...but a hell of a lot easier for me nevertheless.

"So daddy, will you? Will you take my cherry?" she asked.

"It's been a while...since I've actually done that," I confessed, though turning back around to once again face my wife. "And afterwards...I want to hear the full story of how you did," I told her. She laughed at that.

"Ok, sure...while you lay between my legs sucking my pussy. Then I'll tell you...everything, as much as you want to know."

"Will you do that to me too? Again?" Trish asked.

"Again?" Janet said looking a little surprised.

"Ooops, I didn't get a chance to tell you about that part yet," she said blushing.

"No...you didn't," Janet said eying the two of us, trying to look angry for a moment as she did, nearly succeeding too as I thought for a moment that I'd blown it, or that we both had. And then she burst out laughing. "Why am I not surprised? Figured you'd come up with a way to weaken your father's resolve. The one thing he's never been able to say no to, is to lick my pussy whenever I've asked him to do so, so it's not too surprising that when you obviously teased him with doing that, he couldn't say no to that either!"

"Sort of hard when it's practically in your face!" I said in my own defense.

"Speaking of which," Trish said now scooting back on the bed. "How about you come over here and help me get ready for you?" she now asked.

"And while you're doing that, there's something here that I'd like to play with a little myself!" Janet told me as her hand quickly reached out, wrapping itself around my once again very, very hard cock.

**

With there no longer being any reason for fears, worries or concerns, I fully intended to enjoy myself, or rather enjoy licking my daughter's cunt once again. Especially with Janet likewise sucking my dick while I did that. The moment I ran my tongue up that wet furrow of my daughter's split, the heady excitement seized me like a vise, the intoxicating taste and aroma of her pussy like the most intense aphrodisiac I could have ever taken. No need for Viagra here, though I also knew I'd be shooting a load off inside Janet's mouth if she kept sucking me the way that she was.

Thankfully, it didn't take long for Trish to climax either, soon doing so, screaming out her pleasure as she came, one finger inside her now, teasing her "g" spot as I sucked her tender clit, hanging on for dear life as she thrashed about wildly there on the bed in the throes of orgasm.

"Holly shit!" Trish managed moments later. "You always eat pussy like that? Fuck dad, that's better than Chris ever did, and I thought no one could do it any better than she could...and another woman to boot!"

"Your father always was good at doing that," Janet told her. "Why do you think I'm always walking around without any panties on myself? Used to be, he'd pull me over towards him at the dinner table whenever you weren't around. Yank my shorts off to one side, and in seconds, have me quivering all over his face!"

I sat there grinning, though my dick was throbbing almost painfully at this point.

"Do mom," Trish told me. "Lick mommy, I want to watch you do that." Janet was already sliding up on the bed in an effort to make herself more comfortable, piling pillows up behind her head as she did so she could also watch. She loved doing that, loved seeing me licking her twat, tickling her clit with the tip of my tongue while working my fingers around inside her.

I began doing so, my wife's pussy just as wet as Trish's had been, if not more so. Trish now kneeling beside the two of us looking down, her hand suddenly worming between her legs as she again began frigging herself, even though she had just climaxed only moments ago.

"I can't believe how fucking hot that looks, or how horny I still am!" She freely admitted. And I had to admit, hearing my daughter speak in such an obscene lusty way was rather heady as I drew in my wife's clit, holding it there between my lips gently sucking it.

"You do...do that...so well," she breathed through several heavy pants as I continued to suckle her clit like nursing her nipples. And as I did so, Trish in fact reached over, her fingers quickly locating one of her mother's breasts as she gently caressed it, squeezing it, and then thumbing her mother's nipple playfully within her hands.

"Did you nurse me?" she then asked.

Janet laughed, though she groaned too as I slid a second finger inside her. "Ah yes in fact...I did. Why do you ask?"

"Well obviously...I don't remember doing that, but I was wondering if you had a problem with me doing that now."

Once again my wife laughed, though I now looked up in anticipation. "Under the circumstances, I don't see your doing that as any sort of a problem here," she said, now cupping her own breast, holding it up for our daughter as she leaned over, capturing the hard taut nipple between her lips. I went back to licking my wife's sweet split, one eye on the two of them, taking in, and enjoying the sight as Trish sucked and played with her mother's breasts.

And being as aroused as she obviously was too, it wasn't long before Janet likewise announced her impending orgasm. Unlike her daughter however, Janet was vocal about it, always had been...always would be. She'd once told me long ago that for her at least, part of the orgasm itself was her vocalizing it too. Sometimes with obscene profanity, other times shrieks and grunts of pure unadulterated joy, mostly though...she did both. Which I was expecting her to do now by the looks of it, and wondered briefly if I ought to say anything. 

That became a moot point however, especially with Trish sensing her own mother's release as she began urging her on. Trish had a bit of a naughty side to her as well as I now remembered and realized it as she began speaking to her, coaxing her through her climax.

"Oh yeah mom...god yes, come. Feel daddy's tongue on your clit, the way his fingers are fucking you, teasing you. I loved how he did that to me...so I know, I know what your pussy is feeling right now, this very moment. And I know it so fucking wants to come!"

"Yes! Yes! Fuck yes!" Janet wailed pleasurably. "Eat my fucking cunt you dirty prick!" she screamed at nearly the top of her lungs. "Eat my pussy the way you enjoyed eating your daughter's pussy, the way I'm sure you'd love to see us eating one another," she said sitting up looking down at me. The look on her face was almost animalistic, pure lust, wild fire gone berserk. "Suck my cunt you bastard! Tear my fucking clit off, eat it, suck it...fuck it...fuck me!" she screamed out once again as Trish suddenly leaned over, her own hand coming down between her mother's legs, fingers disappearing inside replacing my own though I continued to tease my wife's clit as Trish now took over in fingering her.




Sharing a Secret Smile



"You like that mommy cunt?" Trish asked fingering her mother's pussy, driving her hands inside her now, pummeling her mother's pussy making it almost impossible for me to even continue, though I somehow did. "How's that feel? Your own daughters fingers, finger-fucking your cunt, the same cunt that gave birth to me, the same cunt that held daddy's sticky creamy spunk inside it, and made me. Now...here I am, fingering that same sweet nasty cunt that gave me life. And I want to see it come, want to see it get all squishy, juicy...and creamy when you do."

"Fuck yes...yes, I'm gonna...I'm gonna...oh fuck, fuck, fuck! I'm gonna come!"

Janet had had some earth shattering climaxes in the past to be sure. And I had heard her scream out at the top of her lungs before too when she had, so I wasn't totally unprepared for it this time either. However...she now did something I had rarely seen her do, and even then, never to the extent that she did now. She obviously exploded, both figuratively, as well as literally, surprising all three of us, including herself.

When she came, she did so with a shrill cry that exceeded anything I'd ever heard come out of her mouth before. But that was only for starters. As I lay there still holding onto her clit, sucking and licking it, I suddenly felt a surge of creamy moisture. Once again, something I'd enjoyed before, but I knew by the sheer volume of it, even in the beginning, this was more...far more than I'd ever seen her do. And then suddenly, it was not simply a mouthful, but a face full. A torrent of juice that came out spraying against me and Trish both. It was as though someone had somehow stuck a garden hose up inside her, turning it on full blast. Forced to sit up, which I now did, as Trish already was, we both sat there in profound amazement. Hearing Janet crying out, spastically almost, thrashing about there on the bed, going so far as to reach down with her own hands, lifting up her own ass from beneath, arching her back. As she did that, this geyser of twat-water continued to squirt upwards in a fountaneous spray, cascading upwards into the air, finally falling again, to splash wickedly back down over and upon almost everything near by. I'd never seen anything like it before in my entire life, though I later learned, neither had she.

"Holy fucking shit! Does she always do that?" Trish asked several minutes later as the two of us sat there looking at one another, my wife's, and Trish's mother's spunk so thoroughly having bathed us. And Janet too, still looking a bit wild-eyed, perhaps a bit sheepish even as the bed now thoroughly soaked would make it virtually impossible to sleep in.

"Well, not nearly like that," I finally stated after regaining my senses. "She must have been really...really horny for her to have done it like that," I said looking over at my daughter as she literally pulled her own sopping wet hair away from her face.

"Ya think?" She said, and then burst out laughing, as we all did.

**

It still took a while for both girls to fully collect themselves. By the time they had, I felt like I was about to burst at the seams. Even Trish commented on it, looking over at me as she lay by her mother's side, still gently fingering and toying with her nipples, though Janet had been doing the same thing to hers.

"Does it always get that big and purple?" My daughter asked. "It's almost a little scary," she added.

"Sometimes...especially when he gets all worked up the way that he does, like now for example," Janet instructed. "Sometimes, it even scares me a little, especially when it's been a few days and he hasn't stroked himself off. When he does that, it always looks like this, especially just before he comes, which reminds me. Though we're now obviously all in agreement here, that your dad is going to be the one to take your cherry, I'd like to offer a bit of advice."

"What?"

"That we do that tomorrow, not here...not tonight. Let's all take the time to savor this, enjoy one another without any anxiety, or worries getting in the way. Trust me...I know. It's best to get to know one another first, get a bit more comfortable. And then tomorrow, we'll make an entire day out of it. We'll start off with a nice long bath, in which I'll pamper you, getting you ready for your dad. We'll put fresh sheets on the bed, since obviously I've pretty much ruined these for now," she giggled blushing profusely. "And...more importantly, after your dads had a chance to calm down a little, it'll be much better for you too. Right now, I think if either one of us even touched it the way it's looking at the moment, he'd explode."

"You've got that right!" I commented sitting there looking at the two of them still curled up on the bed together, one of the most beautiful sights I had ever seen before, though my hot throbbing cock reminded me I was in dire straits here.

"Anyway...my point is," Janet continued ignoring me altogether, "After we've all had a chance to calm down and collect ourselves, get a bit more refreshed, and then spend the day just being around one another, teasing a little and such. Well...it will enhance and escalate the desire, the pure pleasure of it, and will make it far less uncomfortable for you, when the time finally does come. Right now, in his state," she said looking over towards me, likewise gathering my daughter's attention. "I'm afraid he might be a bit disappointing, and we certainly don't want to have that now do we?"

"Certainly not!" Trish said sitting up. "So...what do we do then? Until then?" She asked.

"Well, for one...we probably should get some sleep, going to be a long busy lust-filled day tomorrow."

"I am sort of getting a little tired," Trish announced. "Sounds like a good idea."

"Hey...excuse me?"

"But...I certainly won't be getting any sleep with these wet sheets on the bed, so if you wouldn't mind helping me strip them off first."

"Ok sure mom...of course."

"Anyone listening? Janet? Trish?"

"And we need to find you something really sexy for tomorrow too, maybe we'll go shopping, find something really intimate, sexy...cute, naughty...for your deflowering," Janet spoke as she rolled out of bed on one side, and as Trish did the same on the other.

"What the bloody hell?" I asked standing there wondering for a moment if I'd suddenly turned invisible or something.

"Oh but you know what?"

"What?" Trish asked turning towards her mother.

"We probably should get your father off...or he's apt to have an embolism or something, and we certainly can't have that...not before tomorrow now anyway can we?"

"No...we certainly can't allow that to happen," Trish said winking at her mother as Janet in turn winked back at her. And then they both turned and approached me, reaching me at almost the same exact moment, each one down on their knees as I stood there in front of them.

"You didn't seriously think we'd forgotten about you now did you?" Janet asked as I felt her hot delicious tongue suddenly slide up and down the length of my shaft.

"Or that we'd leave you standing here with this big hard dick of yours, all naughty swollen and purple like it is...without any relief?" Trish added now licking up and down the opposite side from where her mother was.

"No." I said almost quietly. And then simply succumbed to the intensity of the twin lips and tongues that had begun to lift me towards heights never before imagined.

**

Thankfully, it was my turn to sleep in, which I did. By the time I got up, just shortly after nine, which for me was sleeping in, I couldn't hear any other sound in the house. I wandered downstairs in search of a cup of coffee. It was made and waiting for me, along with a post-it note attached to an empty mug.

"Steven, gone shopping. Probably stay in town for lunch, more shopping. Back latest around 3 or 4. Don't you dare do any touching either! Love Janet. P.S. Make sure you take a shower this afternoon! NO Touching!"

I noticed there was another P.S. Written in another hand.

"P.S.S. And make sure you shave too daddy, you gave me a rash!" Trish signed her note including a smiley face. I stood rubbing my chin, remembering. I would indeed need to shave the stubble nice and close later, but for now, it was time for coffee. The erection I was suddenly sporting a reminder of what was to come. After I had had two cups of coffee, I wandered back upstairs to dress. Attached to the mirror in the bathroom was another post it note. 

"Wear the new Kimono I got you for Christmas last year," Janet had written. It was indeed a nice one, expensive, and I loved wearing it as it was so light-weight. But it did little to hide my ever-constant erection whenever I wore it, though I figured upon reading the note that was the whole purpose in doing so anyway. Janet knew it made me horny just putting it on. I shaved, knowing I would do so again a bit later after my shower, though that was hours away yet. I looked down as I did so, sure enough an erection sticking out of my shorts that didn't show any signs of going away anytime soon. The mere thought that later on this evening, I'd actually be taking my own daughter's virginity wasn't lost on me. Twenty-four hours ago, I wouldn't even be considering such a notion, now...here I was anticipating it, looking forward to it, excited beyond reason. It was barely even noon!

I wandered downstairs to turn on the TV figuring to lose myself in one of the Pro football games for the afternoon. I sat down, clicking the remote, though staring out the window towards the pool area. Once again images of seeing Chris and Trish fondling one another coming to mind. Almost immediately I had an erection, though it had never really entirely gone away either. I glanced up at the TV, paused and realized upon doing so there was yet again another post-it note attached to the screen. I stood up, walked over and removed it.

"By now you're no doubt sitting there thinking about what's going to happen tonight. Knowing you as well as I do, I'm also pretty sure you have an erection and that you're horny as hell. As you should be. We've left you a little something to further titillate and stimulate you for this evening, though I seriously doubt you'll need it. See you this afternoon. And NO touching! Love, Janet."

I only then saw what appeared to be a DVD sitting on top of the TV set. "What the hell?" I thought. It was obvious it was one that had been recently made. There was no title for it as I opened the case and inserted it into the player. Almost immediately an image of Janet as well as Trish appeared on screen. They were sitting on the couch, which now sat empty across from me. Obviously, they had done this early on this morning while I was still sound asleep. Both of them were naked as they sat there side-by-side waving at me.

"Good afternoon baby!" Janet said speaking at the camera, which she'd obviously used to film this. "I'm sure by now it is afternoon, and as I mentioned in my note, you're as anxious and excited about tonight as we are. So...here's a little something for you to keep you that way. Be thinking about what it will be like to finally stick that big hard cock of yours inside this," she'd stated, and then reached over slipping her fingers inside our daughter's cunt as she sat next to her mother there on the couch. Trish had placed her feet on the couch itself, spreading herself obscenely in fact as Janet reached over and began pleasuring her. There was something about actually seeing it on screen that made it even more erotic for some reason. Knowing perhaps, they had started off their day like this, as horny as I was for one...but now teasing one another purposely, knowing I couldn't say or do a thing about it...but watch.

"Fuck this!" I thought to myself, unzipping my jeans, releasing my hard stiff prick. Sitting there watching my wife fingering our daughter's pussy was too much of a temptation not to. And when Trish likewise began doing the same thing to her, I was a goner...hands down.

"I bet he's touching now," Trish stated looking glassy-eyed as she stared into the camera, and then down between her mothers's legs as she split Janet's lips apart with her fingers, purposely exposing my wife's clit. Using the remote zoom...Trish then zeroed in on it, enlarging it until it looked like I was kneeling there in front of her myself staring at that hard little knot of pleasure. "Bet you wish you were licking this right now don't you daddy?" Trish asked. "Well...just so you know, I'm about to!" She said teasingly out of camera range, though she again zoomed back, letting me see her as she slid off the couch onto the floor. And though I couldn't see her actually doing it, the image was erotic enough as Janet now lifted her own feet onto the couch, likewise spreading them apart as fully as she could possibly do, holding onto her own knees. Below her on the floor, I watched the movement of my daughter's head as it bobbed slightly, the visualization more in my mind as she licked, tickled and sucked her mother's clitoris though I also now enjoyed the presentation of my daughter's beautiful heart-shaped ass.

I now heard Janet speaking to me as Trish continued to orally pleasure her mother.

"Don't forget to use the tissues," Janet said looking halfway cross-eyed. "See you this afternoon," and then suddenly the screen went blank. I sat there staring at it, somewhat frustrated, only then noticing that Janet had indeed moved the box of Kleenex tissues from one end table to the one sitting next to my chair. I laughed, hit rewind, and sat back to watch what they had recorded all over again. Careful to retrieve several much needed tissues to clean up with afterwards.

**

Even though I had more or less broken the rules, I knew damn well after seeing that tape there was no way in hell I couldn't have. But then I realized, Janet too knew that I would. But I also knew in their teasing me the way that they had, it had only taken the edge off, ensuring that I'd be more than capable later, and most likely able to maintain a nice solid erection for a much longer time too before coming again.

Even so, I was still on pins and needles as the afternoon slowly dragged by, eventually heading back upstairs to shower and shave again. They'd be home in about an hour now, though I also figured it would still be a while yet after that. The festivities according to Janet, wouldn't take place until later on that evening. Even after their eventual return, it was still going to be a long...long day.

It was nearly four o'clock when I finally heard the car pulling up into the drive. Wearing nothing more than my black Kimono, I raced downstairs in order to greet them as they came in. Janet was the first to enter, carrying several shopping bags, though for the life of me I couldn't understand the reason why, though all of them seemed to be from one of my favorite lingerie stores. Trish followed, but to my obvious surprise, right behind her came Chris. I was a little startled at the unexpected additional company, though greeting each one of them with a hug and a kiss as they entered and soon passed me by. Though Trish and Chris continued on towards her room, Janet had at least stopped, waiting for them to leave before speaking to me.

"Chris?" I merely asked questioning.

Janet laughed. "Yeah, we called her this morning, invited her to come along with. It was actually my suggestion," Janet informed me. "Though I know Trish had changed her mind about having me there instead of Chris, I also know that the two of them had originally planned for it the other way. So I told her that she ought not to disappoint her friend, especially after everything they have been through and shared together. She was quite excited by it actually, as was Chris upon learning that I'd be there with them too."

"But..."

"No buts Steven. And besides...not like YOU won't mind having three luscious naked women in your bed anyway. Lots and lots of eye-candy to keep you all nice and horny, which by the looks of it...you still are," she said glancing down at the tented slick material of my Kimono. "And that...after watching the video too...didn't you?"

The look on my face immediately confirmed that. Making her laugh. "Now...go be a good boy and watch TV or something, we have girl things to do, and much to prepare for!" With that, Janet headed off down the hallway towards Trish's bedroom.

"Good grief!" I thought to myself. "How many more "girl-things" could they possibly have to do?

As it turned out...lots of them.

**

I was "barred" from even going upstairs shortly after that as the girls invaded our bedroom and bath, primping themselves and getting ready for the night ahead. I could hear a lot of giggling and laughter coming from the bathroom as my wife and now Chris, properly bathed and prepared our daughter for what was turning out to be a fairly formal ritual of sorts. And though initially I balked at the silliness of the whole thing, I began to realize, that for Trish at least, this really was a big moment for her, and one that I shouldn't be taking away from by any means.

Janet had informed me that they'd call down to me when they were ready. In a very strange way, I felt almost as though I was giving my daughter away at her wedding as nervous as I now was. Pacing about in my Kimono, naked beneath it, but not too surprisingly, no longer sporting an erection either. I was actually nervous now, worrying about how it would go. I wondered if I could be as gentle with her as I was hoping to be, especially with an audience now, which I hadn't expected, at least with the addition of Chris being there now anyway.

I knew the time was close at hand, it had grown suddenly quiet upstairs nearly fifteen minutes ago. All the giggling, excited banter had stopped. I stood nervously below near the landing, waiting simply to hear the sound of my name being called. When it was, it took a moment for that to even register. Janet calling out to me from the bedroom.

"Steven? Steven? We're ready for you sweetheart!"

The moment of truth had arrived. As strange as it may sound, I slowly ascended the stairs, nervous, worried and almost afraid of what I was doing here. This was a moment in time that once experienced, could never be undone. If it wasn't quite what Trish was hoping for, or expecting, there would be no way to go back and undo it afterwards. As I reached the top of the stairs looking down the hallway, I saw Janet duck her head back inside the room, closing the door. I swallowed, took a deep cleansing breath, and then walked towards the door, reaching it moments later. I stood there again, taking another deep breath, and then rather than just turning the doorknob, walking in...I knocked.

"Come in Steven, we're ready for you," Janet spoke.

I opened the door and walked in. In a way, it was as though I'd suddenly been transported into some other dimension, another place far, far away from here. It seemed almost surreal and certainly looked like it too.

Everywhere I looked there were candles burning, and not just a few either, there must have been nearly a hundred of them. The room itself had a nice warm glow, and felt it as well. Every shadow seemed sensual, every nook and cranny seemed to hold a secret, as though some Wood Nymph was standing nearby, watching...waiting. Though there were indeed two Nymphs immediately greeting my eyes as I finally focused my attention upon them. Each one dressed in a matching blood-red gown that looked more formal dress, than lingerie. There was no mistaking the sensuality that both Chris and my wife were displaying however. Their gowns clinging to every inch, every curve of their bodies, cut just low enough in front to reveal a great deal of tantalizing titty-flesh without being obscene. 

We had never had a canopy over the bed, but somehow almost magically, Janet had created one. Several layers of white lace and chiffon completely concealed the bed that lay beyond it, my daughter no doubt secreted away behind the veil, waiting for me. Seeing that, I again felt a sense of an almost fairy-like excitement, half expecting to find tiny miniature women with wings flitting about the room, drawing the curtains back, which both Chris and Janet now did. Slowly pulling on the drawstrings, the veiled curtain began to part, beyond the whisper of my daughters form lying there on the bed. Red satin sheets, even darker than those being worn by either of the other two in color. Trish dressed almost coquettishly in white from head to toe, laying there upon them in stark contrast. She looked like a vision more than real, her hair fashioned in long ringlets about her face, giving her an appearance of being even younger than she really was. She had an air of a woman in far earlier times, a throwback to a Victorian era perhaps. Days of chivalry and revolutions, of duels fought on the green, of balls and courtesans. 




Sharing a Secret Smile



I suddenly felt inadequately dressed, more appropriately attired in powdered wig and white laced shirt, a long flowing coat with large brass, even gold buttons adorning it.

I could only stand there, for a moment unable to even breathe as I gazed at what had become fantasy made real.

"Come darling...she's waiting for you," my wife said, now reaching out, as did Chris to take each one of my arms, leading me towards the end of the bed.

**

I now knelt upon the bed, both Janet and Chris undoing the sash on my robe. They soon pushed it from my shoulders where it fell about my waist remaining there. They next scooted up on the bed one on either side of where Trish lay, her bodice securely fastened, not even revealing a hint of her young tender breasts, though they now gingerly, and slowly began loosening the ties keeping it closed. Even then, they didn't fully undo them, only partially until the barest of hints of her fleshy mounds poked through the material.

I was surprised to feel my hands tremble as I reached up taking over the task, feeling wholly inadequate as I did so. Slowly, teasingly perhaps, undoing the small folded over bonds keeping her gown together. Inch by inch, gradually revealing more and more of her supple young body until at last her bodice parted, her breasts full, pointed with nipples harder than I'd ever remembered seeing them before, suddenly greeting my eyes.

Trish moaned, closing her eyes as my fingers lightly danced on the surface of her breasts, as though touching her for the very first time. I now maneuvered myself closer, leaning over to suckle each one briefly, kissing, tasting and teasing her with the tip of my tongue, hinting at promises of things to come. I now felt hands beginning to caress my own naked flesh. Fingers lightly tracing imaginary lines up and down my sides, my thighs, along with my ass. I felt it clench in anticipation, my cock long since hard though up until that very moment, I hadn't realized it. But now it throbbed, almost painfully so, lurching eagerly, wanting, "but far too soon for that just yet," I told myself.

I now found myself kissing my way down, continuing to unlace, undo, and then part the laced garment still covering her. Eventually I parted the last bit of cloth covering her femininity, her lips swollen, pink, puffy and oh so inviting. I gathered each one between my lips gently chewing it, sucking it, licking it with my tongue as she moaned involuntarily, arching her back briefly before settling back down again. I noticed as she did so, beneath her ass had been placed a matching satin pillow, which I now placed my own hands beneath, once again lifting her up as my lips and tongue finally sought out the heart and soul of my daughter's cunt.

"Oh fuck," she moaned softly, giving over to the unbridled lust and desire she was beginning to feel. Hands now toying with her precious breasts, looking up to see Janet on one side, Chris on the other, fingertips now toying with my daughter's breasts, teasing her with finger tickles, just as I was doing to her with my tongue.

"Please daddy, fuck me now...fuck me. Take my virginity," she moaned softly, pleadingly. "I'm ready."

I slowly scooted up on the bed, still savoring the sweetness of my daughter's taste. Looking down at the wet glistening folds of her sex, like a flower soon expected to be pollinated, I positioned myself for the final assault. 

"Mother? Would you help daddy put it in me?" Trish now asked, a tremble to her tone of voice. "I think I'd really like that, having both of you doing that together."

"Sure sweetie, anything you want," Janet told her, moving down slightly, now placing her hand around my turgid cock. I soon felt my wife guiding it towards the opening of our daughter's sex, the tip just brushing against the wet slick folds of her pussy as Janet began teasing her, as well as me...as she did so.

Chris too had moved closer to watch, though her hands continued to gently mold and fondle Trish's breasts. Trish too reaching up now, one hand easily locating one of Chris's as she held on, toying with it, easily locating her girlfriend's nipple, pulling on it as she lay there.

I felt my wife's hand more forcefully prod and poke at the opening of my daughter's cunt, the slickness of her warmth bathing me, teasing me further. I was already fighting against the urge to release, surprised that I would be. And yet it took every ounce of strength and willpower that I had to keep from doing so. Once again I felt the press, the head of my cock now fully within, though no more. Janet slid her hand down a bit, once again prying, poking, teasing and yet using my hardness to continue to tease, please and pleasure our daughter with.

"God, oh god!" Trish moaned, her head tossing from side to side, her ass once again coming up to meet me, her mother's hand still working my cock up and down, side to side within the warm soft folds of our daughter's sex. "More...please more...deeper, deeper!" Trish begged.

But I could now go no deeper, not with my wife's hand still surrounding me, so she let go, nodding her head towards me, smiling. I felt her hand now rest comfortably on my ass as she leaned over whispering.

"Slowly honey...take it nice and slow, let her be the one to coax you into going further."

It was an unnecessary warning, but a welcomed one anyway. It had indeed been a while since I had myself experienced this. And then only once before, years and years ago when I too was once inexperienced having never done this before. But I had learned my lessons well, and so only pressed slightly, holding still...waiting on my daughter to urge me in further.

As wet as she was, as aroused as she was, I was still taken aback at how tight she could actually be. I pressed myself fully against the barrier of her hymen, feeling it stretch, though not giving way, and then easing back as I sensed her discomfort.

"No! No! Keep going, don't stop daddy! Don't stop!"

I pressed inwards again, feeling the pressure, my wife's hand gently caressing my ass, Chris now sitting at my daughter's head, both hands caressing her breasts as Trish likewise reached up, though more holding on to hers as she did so.

I pressed a bit harder, went a bit deeper, felt the barrier stretch even more, heard my daughter's sudden intake of breath as she held it, and then expelled it all at once.

"Fuck me!" she screamed. "Fuck me!"

I gave it one last hard pressured push...and then slid in. I felt her hymen give way, and as it did, I felt the slickness of her pussy gather me within fully and completely. Balls deep, I held still, savoring the deliciousness of her tender flesh, though doing so that she might have a moment to get used to the slightly uncomfortable intrusion. Gradually I felt her cunt loosen, the tension of her anxiety and fear softening. The minor pain and discomfort she had felt, suddenly evaporating away, replaced now with pure unadulterated pleasure as I gingerly, slowly withdrew, though even then only a little.

Once again, I slid inwards, just as slowly, just as softly as I could. Hearing her contented mewl of delight, I knew she now felt the pleasure as I'd hoped she would.

"Oh my god! Yes! Yes! Fuck me daddy! Fuck me!"

The urge I had initially felt to flood her young pussy with my seed had thankfully evaporated. I was once again in control of myself, thrusting in and out of her now, though slowly still, yet continually. I felt her acceptance of my cock as she rose up to meet it, brief moments of her clitoris working itself against me as I met her there in the middle. Holding me now, her hands reaching out to grab my ass, pulling me towards her as she held on, keeping me fully and deeply pressed within her.

"How's it feeling baby?" Janet finally asked, sounding as though she too had been holding her breath the entire time.

"Unfucking believable!" Trish sighed clenching herself around me, throbbing and clenching again, somehow working my cock inside her without moving. A delightful sensation.

Janet's sudden laugh, breaking the tension, like a breath of fresh air as she once again joined us, her hand coming down to wrap itself around my slick sticky cock, smeared with the mingled juices of our combined coupling. I felt her as she held it, once again following me in, letting go moments later, though her fingers now sought out, and tenderly caressed our daughter's clit as I impaled myself fully once again.

"Let me...let me, sit on you daddy," Trish finally managed to say. "I've always wondered what that would feel like," she added.

Almost reluctantly, I slid all the way out, quickly exchanging places with her as I settled back, watching from behind as Trish began to lower herself over my cock, though both Chris as well as Janet now supported her as she did so.

Inch by inch, I felt as well as watched as my daughter's pussy gathered me in. Moments later she had captured me fully inside her, now leaning back almost laying on top of me. I reached around, her firm young breasts filling my hands as I toyed with them, caressing and teasing them again as she bent my cock pleasurably, just keeping enough inside her to pleasure herself with. Though the position had now offered up an additional treat, which Janet soon took advantage of.

Both Trish and I felt my wife's tongue as she treated us both to her pleasures. Licking and tickling her clit, then mouthing and licking my shaft. I wasn't too surprised, or certainly disappointed when Chris moved around behind Janet, and then slid beneath her. In seconds, she too was enjoying the same things she was currently giving to us, as Chris gloriously went down on my wife, as Trish and I fucked, and as her mother, my wife, licked and kissed the two of us over and over and over again.

Even though Trish was indeed, or had been at least a virgin, she'd been on the pill for a couple of years now. Even so, feeling my orgasm as it finally emerged once again, I warned her of it. 

"No, don't take it out daddy...I want to feel it, feel you squirting inside me, especially for the first time," she urged sliding down hard now, taking me in completely once again. Sitting up now, she moved, grinding, ensuring that I was. Janet now joining her, hugging Trish to her, pressed breast to breast, though Chris continued to titillate and delight my wife in the process. 

"God...I'm...I'm...I'm going to come!" Trish announced, which basically triggered my own orgasm, just hearing her say that.

It felt as though my cock had ballooned to at least twice its size as I began to release. One delicious contraction, expulsion, after another as I began filling my daughter's cunt with my cream. She in turn, clenching, squeezing, milking my prick of its seed as she likewise climaxed, and crying out delightedly as she did so. Like dominos falling, Janet too now crying out, and as was usually the case with her, vocalizing her pleasures in her own unique way.

"Yes! Yes Chris, Yes! Suck my fucking cunt! Bite my fucking clit! Suck it! Drink it! Suck down my juices!" She screamed out climaxing, thrashing about wildly now as she did. Meanwhile, Trish and I were just coming down from our own intense orgasms, felt almost simultaneously, the leakage of my cream even then dripping down, pouring out onto my balls as Trish gingerly extricated herself off me, collapsing by my side as I held her close, kissing her sweetly.

**

It was a long time before anyone even moved really, and then Janet did, slowly crawling up between our daughter's legs, parting them, and then ever so softly began licking and cleaning her up much like a mother cat might do to her young.

I too drifted in and out of my own revelry, looking over, content, watching as Chris now slithered up between my legs, taking my now very flaccid cock in hand and began to lightly draw it between her lips.

"Well Trish's daddy...shall we see if I can get this ready for me?" She asked.

It wouldn't take much. Laying there watching my wife as she began pleasuring our daughter once again, then the two of them moving off to continue doing that in a very erotic looking '69', soon had me at full staff, hard as ever. Climbing on, Chris soon engulfed me inside, only then making us all aware of a forgotten fact.

"He got mine now too," she announced, though she had as she'd once said, already technically taken her own cherry. But this was in fact, the first time she'd ever had a man's cock actually inside her.

"Nice isn't it?" Trish sighed pleasurably looking up from between her mother's legs.

"Oh fuck...is it ever!" Chris moaned now rocking back and forth upon me in a steady pleasurable rhythm. 

"Just make sure you save some of that for me," Janet teased her, and then went back to what she was doing, sighing happily as she did.

True to my word, I deed indeed save some for my wife. Janet soon exchanging places with Chris, now sitting atop me, the two of us watching the girls as they lay teasingly and tenderly toying with one another, though with no real intent of getting one another off. They were too busy watching the two of us, enjoying it as they did...seeing Janet and I together.

We came sweetly, almost quietly, which was a real rarity for Janet, afterwards drawing up into a nice tight warm ball of satisfied flesh with the girls, each one of us hugging the other, and then slowly drifting off where we remained well into the night.

Needless to say, I called in to work taking off the next day, as had Janet. The four of us fixing breakfast together, famished, somewhat exhausted, yet excitedly anxious to continue on the day together.

It was the only time we ever did. And though it was exciting, erotic, and certainly adventurous and playful, never again did Janet and I become involved with Trish again. In time, she went off to school where for a time, she and Chris shared an apartment. Eventually, Trish wrote us, telling us she'd met someone and would be bringing him home soon to meet us.

As for Janet and I. Well, our own relationship seems better than it's ever been. We still talk about that night from time to time, as well as the day after. Inevitably, we relive that moment in the passion that we share with one another afterwards. And I've now come to understand, and love hearing Janet tell me over and over again, how her father likewise took her virginity. And though he and I have never spoken about it, or discussed it ourselves, I find it interesting now that we sit out on his porch, drinking a scotch together rocking back and forth as we sit side by side, smiling at one another without a single word being spoken.