Finishing our kiss I said “good morning, sweetie.”
Her reply was to sigh and say “mmmm, good morning to you, too.”
“Shame on you, for taking advantage of a sleeping woman. But…”she continued, “I’m glad that you did.”
She gave me another kiss and then asked “care to try that again, now that I am awake?”
I responded by rolling her onto her back, moving between her legs as I raised them up. I placed gentle kisses on the inside of each calf prior to placing it over my shoulder. Sliding forward, I felt the tip of my penis make contact with her moist folds and slowly inserted it until our pubes met. Leaning forward, I began to thrust into her while playing with her breasts. I continued until our lips were locked in another embrace and then followed with nibbles up her neck and onto her ear lobes. Her mouth was agape and she was breathing heavily as I pumped into her over and over again. The occasional moans increased in frequency until she bit down on her lower lip to muffle a scream as she orgasmed again.
Lowering her legs down from my shoulders, she rolled the two of us over until I was on my back with her astride me. She slid down my body taking my hard member into her mouth and deep into her throat. Once there, she began to swallow and flex her throat muscles, effectively milking my cock without sliding in and out of her mouth at all. The feeling was intense and I warned her that I was sure to cum if she continued. Rather than back off, she continued even more vigorously until I exploded into her. As deeply as I was lodged in her throat, there was no chance of the cum escaping and she swallowed greedily until my cock stopped smasming inside of her. Finally, she slid her mouth off of me, licked her lips, and said “mmmm. Thank was nice.”
“People will be waking up soon, if they aren’t awake already,” she continued. “Let’s get dressed and get some breakfast going so that you can regain some of that energy.” With that declaration, she rose off the bed and began to put on a pretty set of lace bra and panties followed by a light sun dress and strappy heeled sandals. She was almost finished dressing and I was still lying on the bed so she gave me a swift smack on the ass and told me to get moving. A second smack had to be threatened before I actually got up to dress myself.
Meeting my wife in the kitchen a few minutes later, the two of us began to cook eggs, bacon, and hash browns for breakfast until joined shortly by the four children. The six of us ate a nice sit-down breakfast together, discussing the day’s plans.
Discussion went back and forth between doing something as a family since our week was almost over and spending another day doing activities that each person wanted to do. As much as the former idea made sense, the boys made a compelling argument about having made plans for today with the other kids they met yesterday. In the end, it was decided that we would allow everyone to do their own thing again but only on the condition that the following day would be spent as a family.
To no one’s surprise, once the sun had warmed the cool air, the girls headed to the back patio to lay out sunning themselves. The boys changed into swim trunks and then spent the next half hour packing some food and grabbing everything that they would need down the beach for their day with the new found friends. I think that they may have been a bit sweet on the girls because I had never seen them prepare like this on their own before. I found it a bit amusing and said so to my wife who readily agreed. My wife was puttering around the kitchen, taking care of small chores and generally seemed a bit distracted so I decided to leave her alone until she was ready.
Thinking that it might be a good idea to clear my own head after all of the recent adventures, I changed into beach attire, grabbed a water bottle and towel, and declared that I was going to take a long walk/swim and would be back in a while. As I walked down the beach, I reflected on the events of late and questioned every action (or inaction) that I had taken. I thought about the past few months with my step-daughter escalating her advances from little flirts, to physical contact, to sexual encounters. Now her friend was involved as well, first toying with, and then having had sex with me. That was bad enough but now I was contending with both of them together. Both girls were legally adults but I knew that society would not look on it that way, especially since I had basically raised one of them for about 80% of her life. My thoughts were so conflicting that I was really beginning to feel like a cartoon character with an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other. Adding to that turmoil was a complete lack of knowledge about who knew what and where I really stood in the middle of everything. The little comments thickly laden with innuendo, stolen feels and outright molestation of my body with others nearby, and the slightly odd looks that the women in my life were giving one another really had me wondering. I was beginning to feel like I was a pawn in some perverse game of chess with three queens. One part of me suspected that my wife was aware of everything going on lately because she was acting a bit differently lately. I was even thinking it possible that she had orchestrated things herself but could not figure out why she would do so.
After yesterday, it was apparent that the two girls were aware of my sexual interaction with the other and accepting of it but even that situation left questions unanswered. The easiest was how much did my step-daughter know about my involvement with Riley BEFORE the two shared me and would she particularly care? As much as I was having a lot of fun and felt connected to Riley, there was no way that I would trade it for the love that I had for the young woman that called me Dad if I found out that it would upset her. I suspected that this arena was a fairly safe one so I didn’t dwell on it.
The next question was to wonder if I had been set up with Riley by my step-daughter and if so, when? I was suspecting that I had, indeed, been set up; probably before we even headed to the vacation home. I found it hard to believe that the one friend that she had decided to bring would be the one also desiring sex with an older man like myself, or the alternative that all of her friends would. Add to that likelihood, that the same friend would be open to the threesome we had shared yesterday. Either way, I guess that it didn’t really matter. I was caught in this tangled web now and although these answers would help me gather insight into the girls’ thoughts, they wouldn’t change the situation in the here and now.
The follow on thought, if I assumed Riley’s involvement prior to the trip, was to wonder just how much she had been told of the exploits over the past few months. In one part it didn’t matter, but in another it could be important. If I mentioned or did anything, assuming that she was aware of it, and it upset her enough, she may spill the beans to someone else causing a lot of trouble for me and probably a fair share of problems for the rest of my family. She seemed extremely open to things that had come out so far so I figured that the likelihood of grievously offending her was low. This gave me a little time. I did, however, need to corner my step-daughter and get her to reveal to me just how much she had told her friend.