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I came home late and was happy to see both my daughters’ cars parked in the driveway. Kayla was twenty, a college senior, and Lauren was twenty-four, in her last year of medical school. My wife, Lilly, and I were almost empty-nesters, and I don’t like it one bit. Our son, Ike, was nineteen and still in high school, but next year he will be off to college somewhere, leaving us alone in a big rambling house.
I noticed Lauren’s bedroom was dark with the door ajar and assumed she was spending the night in Kayla’s room, cuddling like they often did as little kids. They slept late the next morning. First, Lauren trotted to the bathroom and returned behind the closed door. Then, Kayla did the same, chirping, “Hi, Daddy. Love ya!” before peeing with the door open. My baby girls were uninhibited in the loving nest I built with Lilly.
Lauren was fair skinned, dark haired, and green eyed with thick arched brows with a low hairline and an elegant, aristocratic nose. Kayla was the short, pretty, extroverted, and athletic daughter, lighter haired and darker in complexion.
Around eleven o’clock, I was in the kitchen with Ike, checking out pictures from Friday night’s football game, when the door opened again. I felt a sharp pang in my stomach as a tanned young man wearing nothing but boxers crossed the hall and used the toilet. I got a better look at him when he walked back across the hall. He was well muscled with sculpted pects and abs, sinewy arms, thighs, and calves. He was tanned with long silky hair and hooded Asian eyes. I saw the lump of his junk in the front of his shorts as he nodded a silent hello to me and Ike.
“What the hell is going on?” I shouted at Lilly, who was retrieving eggs, bacon, and butter from the refrigerator.
My wife laughed uproariously. “What does it look like, silly?” She stooped to get a frying pan from one of the cabinets and placed it carefully on the marble countertop.
“Some guy slept with my daughters … The two of them?” I bemoaned. “That’s what it looks like.”
“His name’s Eric,” Lilly said. “He works with us. Don’t embarrass the girls when they get up. They’re adults, you know.”
When Lilly said this guy, Eric, “works with us,” I knew she meant he assisted Lilly’s sexual coaching and counseling retreats, once a month events, where the girls helped out as well. These retreats sometimes were staged at a hotel and other times at a venue. A more suspicious mind might wonder if these sexual retreats were really high-priced orgies with my daughters as call girls and my wife as the madam. Since this venture has increased our joint income exponentially and will easily help us pay for grad school and med school for the young ladies, I have no complaint.
Lilly cracked two eggs and dropped them into the hot pan, sizzling with oil, “In fact, Eric identifies as gay … though he’s really bisexual.” After a pregnant pause, while stirring the frying eggs, she added, wiggling her butt, “Obviously!”
After holding his tongue, Ike spoke up. “So, Mom, can I bring home girls to sleep with me?”
Lilly playfully rapped him on the head with her plastic spatula. “No, you’re too immature.”
He looked at me and I winked. We visited a nice establishment owned by an old cougar named Charlotte about a year ago and Ike confessed he came so hard it made him cry.
Kayla, Lauren, and their guest took turns showering, getting dressed, and joined us at Lilly’s breakfast banquet. Eric sat between Lauren and Kayla, directly diagonal from where Ike and I sat. I couldn’t help looking at this guy, who must have a level of sexual prowess to have handled my two lusty nymphs, as evidenced by their affectionately touching his hands and even pecking little kisses on his cheek. Both girls seemed happy and vibrant—I dare say, fulfilled.
Lilly was friendly toward Eric as well, laying her hand on his shoulder while serving him his plate of bacon, eggs, and a buttered bagel. Indeed, he presented as gay, talking in a high pitched tenor and using hand gestures more effeminate than masculine.
At bedava bahis one point, Lauren, wearing a loose fitting top, reached under her blouse and touched her left side bra cup. She grimaced and glanced at Eric, who was watching her. She whispered, “where you scratched me” and adjusted her bra. He mouthed “Sorry” and she lifted his hand to kiss it.
Images flashed in my imagination of Kayla riding Eric’s cock reverse-cowgirl with her titties twirling like pinwheels and Lauren smothering him like a preying mantis while humping his stalk with her plump lotus blossom. It wasn’t hard to imagine the loving sisters sensually touching each other in the midst of it all.
Both me and my son, Ike, kept staring at Eric, for much the same reason: wondering how such a gentle femme got to be so much of a stud. At the same time, Lilly kept watching us. When we cleared the table after breakfast, Eric announced her needed a ride home. Lilly suggested Ike drive him and my son agreed, no doubt anxious to pump Eric for seduction advice.
It was a Sunday, so no one had to go to work or school. So, Lilly declared “quality family time” and we sat and talked with our two model daughters, our prides and joys. We discussed everything except what I was thinking about: did the guy fuck both of my daughters, how many times did he fuck my daughters, and what did each girl do while the other one was getting it on with him?
Leave it to Lilly to push the envelope. She assumed her commanding voice to tell the girls, “Make sure you wash the sheets after your fun and games with Eric.”
Lauren, our older girl was the more dutiful daughter, as the first born, always the honorary adult. Kayla, not so much—she giggled and said, “Ike squirts his sheets every night and never does his own laundry.”
Lilly wagged a finger at Kayla, warning, “You better not be fooling around with your little brother, young lady.”
“That is so unfair!” Kayla burst out crying. “I practiced on him a few times when we were in high school. That’s all…”
“He was in middle school,” Lauren jabbed her younger sibling.
“Why do you have to keep bringing it up?”
In the car on their way downtown, Eric asked Ike, “Did you ever hook up with a guy?”
Ike shook his head, turning the wheel and slowing down in front of Eric’s condo.
Eric slid over on the bench seat from the passenger side, put his arms around Ike, and breathed right in Ike’s face. “You wanna give it a try?”
“I’m not gay,” Ike mumbled.
Eric laughed, “You don’t have to be gay to have sex.” Then he kissed Ike on the lips. “Close your eyes and pretend I’m a girl sucking your cock.”
Ike said okay and closed his eyes while Eric gently flicked his tongue over Ike’s lips, planted fleeting kisses on his chin and cheeks, then pressed his lips on the boy’s mouth. Ike parted his lips and Eric plunged his tongue into his mouth, simulating a fucking motion and spitting saliva all over Ike’s face. Eric reached down and unhooked, unbuttoned, and unzipped the teenager’s belt, pants, and fly. Ike was nervously excited, visible shivering when his long young dong sprouted from his crotch. Eric took hold of it with his both hands, massaging and pulling simultaneously while wrapping his lips around its swollen red tip. Ike came forth in a few seconds with Eric vigorously masturbating the boy’s penis while sucking on it. Eric kept sucking after the boy was spent, interrupting himself briefly to ask, “Like it?” Without opening his eyes, Ike said yes and Eric resumed fellatio until he stiffened, hardened, and shot a second time. Eric raised his head to give Ike a kiss and spewed a mouthful of his still warm semen in the kid’s mouth.
Ike spit it out. “Ew! Yuk!” Eric laughed and started taking off his shirt and pants. Eric’s dick looked like a little hotdog surrounded by a garnish of lettuce and a couple of walnuts. Ike felt Eric’s powerful hand on the back of his neck and could hardly have resisted when Eric pulled Ike’s head down to his crotch.
“Take it slow, Ike,” casino siteleri said Eric as his penis slid between the boys moist lips. “Just like I did it to you … and your sisters do it to me … roll your tongue against my cock, squeeze it with your lips, then suck it … That’s right, move your head up and down. Good job, buddy!”
While Eric was receiving Ike’s maiden blowjob, he inserted his forefinger and thumb into Ike’s tight little anus. A few spurts of cream hit the roof of Ike’s mouth and he gagged. Eric pulled him off and told him, “Turn around and sit in my lap.” Then Ike wrapped his muscular arms around Ike’s waist as my son lowered his ass on Eric’s hard rocket of a cock. Ike grunted and sank his teeth into Ike’s shoulder, drawing blood, as he reamed out the youngster’s asshole for a full two minutes. Ike yelled, screamed, bawled, and begged Eric to stop.
When Eric was done fucking Ike, he kissed him on the forehead and promised, “Next time, you can fuck me. Okay?”
The front seat of the car was spattered with blood, shit, and semen as Eric and Ike carelessly put back on their clothing.
“You better clean up this mess before your mother and father see it,” Eric suggested.
Lilly is probably the most beautiful and sexy fifty-four year old MILF on the planet. She is also brilliant and an aggressive tiger professionally. After the girls and Ike were gone for the evening, Lilly and I found ourselves on the couch, watching a new episode of Mad Men and a vintage Sopranos rerun. We laughed about how three pregnancies, childbirth, and menopause had led to Lilly peeing every time she laughed, coughed, or sneezed. Then she shifted her weight and pointed at a wet spot on the couch’s cushion. “See!” We laughed some more and I hugged her.
“Did you ever fuck this guy, Eric?” I asked her without warning.
Surprised at the timing more than the question, Lilly siddled up to me, put her head on my chest, and firmly grabbed the thing between my legs. “You know he works for me as a sex therapy surrogate.” She deftly freed my penis from my pants and pulled it out. “I trained him myself.” She started jerking me off, slowly at first, then quickening the pace. “Haven’t we always had an open relationship?”
In fact, we’ve been married twenty-five years and lived together for six years before that. We enjoyed threesomes and foursomes with friends and roommates from the beginning. Our love wasn’t based on sex—or exclusive sex anyway. It was based on a deep spiritual connection. Nonetheless, I was anxious to get my wick in her mouth and start licking her glory hole at the same time. No woman alive tasted like Lilly, a mix of salty, nutty, and musky. We twisted into position as a lusty two-headed dragon, Hermes and Aphrodite, mutually worshipping my hard cock and her hot cunt. I begged Lilly not to wax or laser her pubies because I loved the thick black needles that shrouded her Venus.
There we were, Lilly and Jake, going at it on the couch like a couple of teenagers. Lilly blew me before taking my rod in her pretty pink pussy and lastly up her tiny butt hole. We called that a triple play. We ended up, both of us buck naked, and wrapped in each other’s arms on the couch, watching the final scene of the Sopranos episode.
Lilly was just about to lower her head and resume licking my phallus when our daughters came noisily through the front door and caught us in the act.
“Ew! Oh, gawd! That is so gross!” clamored Kayla, covering her eyes and running upstairs with a series of clomps.
“How old are you two?” Lauren chastised, but flashed a little smile.
A few minutes later, while Lilly and I gathered ourselves and headed to our bedroom, Ike came home and chirped, “Hi, guys!” Apparently, he didn’t notice or care we were in the nude. He scampered off to bed.
The next weekend, Eric came over again, joining us for a family dinner. I got home from the gym late Saturday afternoon and found Eric already at the house with Lilly. I noticed right away that Lilly was freshly bathed bahis siteleri and shampooed after a day off, where all she had to do was cook dinner. A few minutes of casual conversation was all I needed to pick up the smell of the same brand of body wash, shampoo, deodorant, and toothpaste that I kept in the upstairs vanity cabinet.
I leaned over and whispered in Lilly’s ear, “Were you screwing Eric while I was out?”
Instead of a denial or getting angry, Lilly pecked my cheek and quipped, “You know me too well.”
After chopping carrots for a salad, the girls arrived, all bubbly and excited from a shopping excursion at the mall. Kayla and Lauren greeted Eric more like a friend than a lover. Just in time for dinner, Ike showed up and exchanged a brotherly hug with his mother’s and sisters’ paramour. I had no way of knowing Ike had screwed a pretty black cheerleader after last night’s game and subsequently stopped by Eric’s condo on his way home to collect on his promise of a butt-fucking. Ike couldn’t decide which he enjoyed more. He would have a heart-to-heart with his worldly big sisters about it.
The sexual shenanigans didn’t bother me as much as the other signals Eric was giving off. Lilly kept calling him “honey” and I worried Kayla might be falling for him. I wasn’t worried by independent-minded Lauren, but she was a very intense person and I worried Eric’s cock would interfere with her medical career if things got out of hand.
That was when I determined to complete the family circle. This time I offered to give Eric a lift home. He seemed reluctant at first until I said, “It’s cool. I want to get to know you better.”
On the ride in the car, Eric related how he met my wife. “Lilly was my therapist. I was going through a lot of stuff. I didn’t know if I was straight, or gay, or bisexual. Lilly helped me work through it.”
“By fucking her?” I asked with a sly smile.
“Are you gonna beat me up?” he asked apprehensively.
I guffawed, “No, I know all about everything.”
“Kayla and Lauren are two of the most beautiful girls I ever met …”
“I know,” I offered lightly. “They’re my daughters, remember?” I pulled in front of Eric’s condo and switched off the ignition. He looked at me curiously and I said, “Guys kissing grosses me out.” I started to unbuckle my belt. “But I’ll suck your cock if you suck mine.”
“I’d love to!” Eric smiled and put his hands in my lap, rubbing my thighs, as I loosened my pants.
“This means you’ve hooked up with all five of us in my family,” I explained as he lowered his head and started licking the arrowhead of my dick.
“You’re so big, Jake.” He wrapped his lips around my throbbing head. “A big mother-fucker…” He sucked loudly and vigorously. “You … are … the mother-fucker.”
I laughed and reached into his crotch to feel his wood. He quickly pulled it through the zipper of his slacks, still sucking away on mine. I held his dick between two fingers and massaged his balls with my other hand.
“Wait!” Eric commanded and we both yanked our pants down to our knees, snuggled into each other’s groins, and gobbled one another’s turkey necks with mutually loud, slurpy, spitty gusto. I reveled in the heady smell of his pubis, inner thighs, and ass. The vision of his thick, solid penis plunging Lilly’s, Kayla’s, and Lauren’s pussy willows pushed my own phallic erection to its peak. He shot a stream of warm syrupy come down my throat and I kept his spent pecker in my mouth. It hardened once more in a matter of moments just as I was about to pop. Eric squealed with delight as I sent my lode into his mouth at exactly the same instant he gave me a second dose of cream. We wiggled in senselessness on the front seat of my car and we held each other wrapped up in the afterglow for several minutes.
“Would you like to come in?” he asked as he pulled up his pants.
“Maybe next time,” I said lightly, still tasting his sweat and semen.
“Would you kiss me goodnight?” he asked, almost nervously.
I said yes and we snogged like lovers in an old-fashioned Hollywood romance.
I said, “See you.”
He replied, “Yeah, see you later.”
As he trotted up the walkway to his condo, I knew the next time I would see him—a threesome with Lilly. I can’t wait to tell her.
THE END
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