Subject:     My Wedding Shower
Story Codes: MF oral adultery inc father daughter
Diary Date:  July 20, 2011
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary:

So much for my "stay within the family" ideals.  What I mean is that I always 
figured once I got married my sexual activities would stay within my family, 
just as my mother had done throughout her 25 years of marriage.  That was 
fine until Steve asked me to marry him and I accepted unconditionally.  It's 
rather ironic that I always figured my biggest issue with getting married 
would be getting my fiance to accept my requirements regarding incest and 
here it was ME the one having to accept HIS requirements!

For those who just want to know what happened, here are the answers to your 
questions... YES, he fucked me.  NO, his daughters had nothing to do with it.  
YES, his wife was home.  NO, she had no idea.  YES, my grandma knew about it.  
NO, my grandma was not involved in any way.  YES, I enjoyed it.  YES, their 
pool was involved.  YES, he came in me.

Now for those who want the details...


Table of Contents
   Chapter 1  Plausible Deniability  
   Chapter 2  Road Trip  
   Chapter 3  The Bridal Shower  
   Chapter 4  Flirting With the Neighbor  
   Chapter 5 - My Grandmother Reminisces  
   Chapter 6  Behind in the Count  
   Chapter 7  Never Say Never


Chapter 1  Plausible Deniability
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If you see something happening that you know is wrong, be it morally, 
legally, or whatever, if you dont report it or otherwise take action does 
that make you guilty of that activity as well? Well, a number of laws in the 
United States would say you are. For instance, if you witness a murder and 
dont report it, then you are considered an accessory to that murder. Sorry, 
but when your dads a lawyer you tend to think about these things...

So now take a step back and look at the guilt by association concept from 
this perspective... if you SUSPECT that something is being done but you dont 
actually witness it, you have no proof that it happened and nobody actually 
confesses to you that it took place, THEN are you responsible? You may be 
wondering if such a thing is really worth worrying about but yet it happens 
every day. Such a situation is sometimes referred to as plausible 
deniability and most closely associated with the sleazy world of politics. 
This principle can apply to a lot of situations and all of us have probably 
engaged in it in one form or another to various degrees. For example, theres 
the infamous, Dont ask dont tell policy in the U.S. military.

So why am I bringing all this up? Well, recently I spent a week at my 
grandmothers house in northeastern Illinois. Were talking about my mothers 
mother, the same mother whose husband took the virginity of both her 
daughters in the course of two weeks when they were just fourteen and twelve 
respectively. The same mother who had to know full well what was happening 
behind her daughters closed bedroom doors even though she never actually 
witnessed anything or talked about it with her daughters or husband. This is 
the same mother who always seemed to need to go shopping or visit a friend 
when her now married (or divorced) daughters later came home to visit their 
father.

If you were to ask my grandmother on the witness stand whether she knew that 
her husband was having sex with her daughters, she could raise her right hand 
and swear on stack of bibles that she had never seen anything like that and 
that nobody ever told her anything about such things. No jury in the world 
could convict her on those narrow responses a they were absolutely true. 
Wildly misleading... but true.

Privately though, she has told me that she knew what was going on from the 
start. Like, how could she not? The knowing looks between the girls and their 
dad, the way they dressed and acted slutty around him; the flirting and 
occasional flashing. Where else could the cum stains on their pajamas and 
nighties have come from at such an early age? What about the flushed faces 
and the occasional bit of cum that they missed when they cleaned up? Did she 
really expect anyone to believe that seeing her husband getting an erection 
whenever her daughters were in the room was just a coincidence?

Yes, it was all about plausible deniability. So long as she wasn't told about 
it, so long as she never allowed anything to be done in her presence, she 
could always claim she had no hand in anything that happened and she wasn't 
responsible.

Thats not to say in private my grandmother kept her peace. As I entered my 
teens I wondered at times why my grandmother was so interested in how things 
were going between me and my dad. It wasn't until I had passed my sixteenth 
birthday and started having sex regularly with my dad that my mom finally 
told me about HER relationships with her own father as well as how her mother 
had stayed away from it all. It was then that the puzzle pieces all fell into 
place for me. The next time she asked me her probing questions I proudly 
informed her that my dad was fucking me, thinking she would be happy for me. 
It sort of struck me funny that she seemed more disappointed than anything 
else. Did she really think that the traditions that had started in her own 
family would not be passed down to the next generation?

As I got older, my grandmother and I would talk more and more about incest. I 
mean incest so far as I was concerned, not so much with my mom and 
grandfather. While my grandma may have been willing to admit she knew about 
it to me, it wasn't like she was willing to talk about it. She seemed far 
more interested in what was happening in my life instead.

Just to be sure, its not that my grandmother is sexually repressed or some 
sort of prude. From what I gather she was a bit of a slut herself in her teen 
years, at least so far as that went back in those days. Like it didn't take 
much back then for a girl to get a reputation. So far as raising my mom and 
her sister, she certainly hadnt exactly been overly strict. While she may 
not have been as open-minded when it came to having sex in her house the way 
my parents were, it was also a different era when such things werent even 
considered, let alone encouraged. I looked at photos in my moms picture 
boxes and albums and she and her sister definitely dressed slutty and loved 
the boys.

I say all this because I was getting ready to spend a week at my grandmas 
house - just me and her. With my wedding just six weeks away, she wanted to 
throw me a shower and didn't want to make too many trips so she asked me if I 
could make it to her house instead. She had a number of friends that knew me 
from when I would visit as a teen and they were all going to get together. 
Considering the average age would be over forty, probably more like fifty or 
sixty, it wasn't going to be anything like the one my friends were plotting 
for me back home. Still, I imagined some silly games and prizes mixed with 
some practical gifts. The big thing was that it would please my grandmother 
and to me that was the most important part.

On the bright side two of my bridesmaids (I have six in all counting the MOH) 
said they would attend the shower. They were going to drive together and go 
home after the shower as they had to work the next day. At least Id have 
someone that wasnt twice my age! I didnt envy them the long drive back that 
night but they were determined to help me with my shower. Once of them had 
recently gotten married herself and I had been a bridesmaid in her wedding so 
she was returning me the favor as well. Neither of them knew anything about 
me and my dad, or even of some of the things my fiance and I had been doing 
since wed gotten engaged. Both were really sweet girls and while they WERE 
good friends and thus knew a lot of my past history, I doubted that they 
would have really wanted to know everything about all that stuff anyway.

Its all about plausible deniability...


Chapter 2  Road Trip
=====================

There are two basic options to get from Pittsburgh to the small town in 
Illinois where my grandmother has lived just about her entire life - drive or 
fly via Chicago. Its a good nine hour drive at the very least and I'd 
actually never driven it alone before but rather always as a passenger in the 
back seat. People might ask me why I don't fly but when you take into account 
the trip to the airport, the time to check-in and board, the flight time, 
then the time to get your luggage, get a car and then drive an hour to get to 
my grandmothers you really didnt save any time and the cost was a LOT more. 
Besides, hate to fly in the first place.

As you might gather, I can't say I was looking forward to the trip. I should 
clarify it is the travel part of the trip I dreaded, not the destination. As 
I mentioned, this would be my first time driving it alone. In fact, it would 
be the furthest I'd EVER driven in one day in my life. My previous driving 
record had been to college which was only a three hour drive or so making 
this like triple my previous record.

All my life my family made at least one or two trips a year to visit my 
grandmother, sometimes more. My dad always did the driving with my mom in the 
front passenger seat and me in the back, usually seated behind my mom. 
Sometime my Aunt Linda and cousin Kristi would come along as well in which 
case my Aunt Linda would pick her spot and then the two of us would negotiate 
our own seats. Sometimes one of us would sit in the third seat of my dads 
SUV, sometimes we both would. It was always something different and usually 
changed several times during the course of the trip.

As a young girl, my mom would always bring me toys to play with or books to 
read to keep me occupied during the trip. As I got older, these became less a 
distraction but then when I got to be eleven I found a new toy that made 
the trip much easier to deal with, not to mention I always had the necessary 
tools right at my fingertips - masturbation. Once I discovered myself, 
the trips suddenly seemed to shorten in half or more, or at least thats how 
it seemed. Id just lie across the big back seat, pull down my skirt or 
shorts or whatever I was wearing, and basically spend the entire trip playing 
with myself. The windows were heavily tinted so it wasnt like people could 
drive by and watch a twelve year-old fingering her pussy or anything like 
that. Still, I could see OUT of the windows a whole lot easier than people 
could see IN and I loved to watch the trucks and cars drive by without a clue 
as to what was going on inside. In hindsight it was probably an early sign of 
an exhibitionist streak that I soon learned runs a mile through me.

Like they did at home when I masturbated, for the most part my parents simply 
ignored me whenever I was doing these things but not always. There were a few 
times when my dad would take notice of what was going on behind them and get 
horny. Sometimes he would pull into a rest area and get in back with me while 
my mom would drive the next leg of the trip. Interestingly such times were 
about the only times my dad relinquished the drivers seat to her.

As my younger cousin Kristi got older and started masturbating together with 
me, the combined trips became even more interesting. Even my aunt would 
sometimes get into the mood and do her own thing. While we never actually 
touched each other at that age, at least not more than just typical teenager 
teasing, I enjoyed watching them as much as I think they enjoyed watching me.

One of the reasons I liked to watch them play with themselves was that I've 
always found it fascinating to compare the way different people masturbate. 
The first person I can remember ever seeing do it was my dad. While he was 
definitely the one I saw doing it the most as I grew up, my mother was always 
a frequent practitioner of the art although she tended to do it more in 
private whereas my dad was of the "you do whatcha gotta do when you need to 
do it" persuasion. I guess you could say that in that aspect I definitely 
take after my dad more than my mom as I LOVE to be watched when I do myself. 
Fortunately I found at an early age that the boys at school were more than 
willing to be my audience! Often before I sucked their dicks I would let them 
watch me make myself cum which never failed to get them good and ready for me 
afterwards as you might imagine. Actually, in some ways I think many guys get 
off more from watching a girl masturbating than even having their dicks 
sucked.

When I use to drive back and forth to college I would make it a point to wear 
something accessible so that as I drove I could easily flip up my skirt or 
unzip my shorts so I could touch myself. As the windows in my car werent 
tinted like my dads SUV I had to be a bit more careful who drove by me but 
then there were times it was fun NOT to be careful. Truckers were always safe 
to tease - even the female ones. They would honk and drive alongside of me 
before moving on. It was the soccer moms in minivans who I had to keep an eye 
out for the most. Armed with cell phones and pious attitudes, they could have 
called me in for indecent exposure had I not kept a rein on myself when they 
were pulling up alongside.

One thing I DID learn though about masturbating and driving... People may 
think that texting and cell phones are distracting while driving but they are 
nothing compared to masturbating, especially if you get serious about it. 
More than once I caught myself in a wrong lane or about to rear-end someone 
when my feelings and desires started to get the best of me. Still, it DID 
make the trip a lot more relaxing and passed the time quickly so I considered 
it worth whatever risk there might be. Thank goodness nobody is proposing a 
law to ban masturbation while driving!

So I was packed with my suitcase in the car and some clothes hanging in the 
back seat when Kristi met me at the door to kiss me goodbye. We hugged and I 
felt her bare breasts pressing against my thin pink t-shirt which was the 
only thing between our boobs. Not that this was anything unusual as Kristi 
was topless around the house at least 90% of the time. She had on a black 
thong though as unlike me, she wasnt a bottomless girl. Not that she was 
shy - quite the opposite in fact. I think that for her it stemmed back from 
her hooker days when she would tease the guys.

Nice... I see youre all ready for your trip, she chuckled, stepping back 
to give me the once-over. My cousins eyes started at my feet which wore a 
comfy set of sneakers with little white anklet socks. I dont like to wear 
sandals or open-toed shoes when I drive as I find that to get the car cool 
enough for my body that my feet would often end up freezing. In addition to a 
light pale pink t-shirt I wore one of my favorite denim skirts, one of those 
that looked like they were cut from long pants but actually came off the rack 
that way. Needless to say I wasn't wearing panties, something Kristi seemed 
to feel that she had to verify herself by reaching under the back and 
planting her hand on my bare butt, running her finger up my ass crack to make 
sure there wasnt anything hiding in between my butt cheeks..

Mmmmmmm, you know Ive always envied your ass, Kristi murmured as she 
rubbed and squeezed my butt.

Well youre more than welcome to come with me and rub it the whole way if 
you want, I teased her, not that I would have turned her down if she had 
accepted.

Kristi just frowned instead. Actually I knew that she wouldve taken me up on 
the offer if she didn't have so much to do over the weekend. With the local 
home sales market starting to pick up, it wasn't a good time for her to be 
taking time away from open houses. Even if she had, I think her mom would 
have killed her had she even suggested it as they worked as a team.

One last kiss and I was off to the turnpike. It had been ages since Id 
pushed my poor car this hard but hopefully it would hold up. Based on the 
forecasts for the week I was praying that the air conditioning wouldnt give 
me any problems. The road wasnt all that crowded and once I was through the 
toll gate (thank you God for EZ-Pass) I set the cruise control on 70 and 
settled in for the long haul.

It wasnt long before boredom set in. I know some people love driving and for 
them a road trip is heaven on earth but for me its just about the most 
boring thing I can think of. Id rather sit through an extra sermon than 
drive more than hour on the road, especially alone with nobody to talk to. It 
was bad enough when my dad drove and at least I had the back seat all to 
myself to do whatever I wanted - even if it was just to stretch out and 
sleep. Driving was worse in that you had to keep your mind on the road.

Yes, driving alone is the epitome of hell. Sometimes I wonder if masturbation 
got started back on some ancient cave-man road trip. Like the clan was on the 
move and the kids were bored and then someone discovered this wonderful way 
to keep them occupied and quit whining, Are we there yet? OK, so maybe 
thats stretching it a bit but the core concept still applies. I know my 
parents were thrilled when I started handling my own boredom issues by taking 
matters into my own hands - literally. The timing couldn't have been better. 
Just as I was getting to where keeping me occupied on the road was becoming 
more and more challenging, suddenly I had this new thing that if anything, 
made me sad when we reached our destination.

While I know some guys claim to masturbate when they drive, it has to be 
difficult to stroke your own dick behind a steering wheel. There are many 
reasons why Im thankful for being a girl and I say a little thank-you prayer 
when Im horny behind the wheel. I can't even imagine trying to wiggle out a 
cock from my pants and then trying to stroke it while I drive. Heck, its 
hard enough for me to do it for a guy while he does the driving and all I 
have to do is concentrate on the task at hand! All I have to do is lift my 
skirt a bit and Im home free. Even if Im wearing panties its a whole lot 
easier to slide them to one side then trying to work out this long hard dick 
through a pair of boxer shorts or, god forbid, tight jockey shorts.

I dont really remember at which mile marker I started touching myself but it 
was somewhere just after Cleveland. Its like one of those things you start 
to do without really even thinking about it. My mom use to nudge me at times 
when I first got into it and my hand would drift to my crotch at times and 
places it wasn't really appropriate - at least she said it wasnt. Often I 
was just as surprised as she was. It was like my hand developed a mind of its 
own and did its thing without me even realizing what was happening. 

Somewhere just after crossing into Indiana I was just driving along like I 
was on autopilot. A few miles before Id passed though the toll gates at the 
borders and it was like one of those How did I get here already? moments. 
Ever find yourself somewhere you wanted to go and then not remember hardly a 
thing about how you got there? 

Then a horn honked and I was jolted out of whatever surreal world I was 
driving in at the time and looked about to me see where the obnoxious noise 
had come from. It had to be a truck from the deep sound of the air horn and 
the way it seemed to come from above me rather than right next to me. Sure 
enough, passing by me was this huge semi with a guy on the passenger side 
hanging out of the window with one arm holding on for dear life as he 
stretched to peer into my car. He was saying something but with my window up 
and the air-conditioning on full blast there was little chance of me hearing 
what he was saying. Still, there was no mistaking what he was looking at - 
ME!

It was then that I realized my skirt was bunched up around my waist, exposing 
my bare crotch with my one hand tucked in between my thighs. From the guys 
perch above me there could be no mistaking what I was doing. Well, its not 
like I was embarrassed, just surprised at the unexpected intrusion. If 
anything, the fact that some total stranger had caught me doing myself was 
turning me on all the more if anything. I looked up and smiled at him while 
spreading my legs as far apart as I could in the confines of my seat. He gave 
me a thumbs up which just encouraged me to do more so I pushed my finger up 
into me to get it good and wet, making sure he could see what I was doing, 
and then pulled it back out and sucked it clean like I was sucking on a 
popsicle. Licking my lips, I returned my hand to where it belonged as the 
horn sounded once more and the truck passed me by.

Feeling a little flushed from exposing myself so blatantly, I got all the 
more serious about what I was doing. What I REALLY needed right then was a 
rest area where I could pull over and do myself properly but lord only knew 
how far it would be until the next one came up. Other cars were passing me as 
I wasn't doing 80 MPH like it seemed people thought the speed limit was but 
none of them had the proper height or angle to get a look inside to see what 
I was doing. Still, even that was sort of a turn-on as I would glance to the 
side to see who was passing me and then realize that they had no idea 
whatsoever what I was doing just a few feet away. 

It was maybe half-way through Indiana when I came the first time, arching up 
against the seat back as I rubbed my clit fast and furious. God it felt good! 
A minivan with family complete with mom and dad in the front seat and three 
kids in the back was passing by just as I was peaking. Mmmmmmm, if only they 
had any idea of why I was looking a bit frazzled at the time! What would dad 
have answered to, Daddy, why is that girl touching herself like that?

My second orgasm came along just before the heavier traffic in the 
Chicago/Gary area started which was fortunate as I needed two hands on the 
wheel from this point onward. Its not like I drive all that often, 
especially in this sort of traffic where there were five and six lanes in 
each direction! I left my skirt pulled up though in hopes that maybe somebody 
would notice but every seemed too intent on getting to wherever they were 
going to notice. Oh well, their loss...

Finally I reached the last interchange and turned on the smaller highway 
leading to my grandmothers home town. It was amazing to see the growth in 
the area. Back when I was a little girl I remember my dad driving here and me 
looking at all the fields and pastures filled with farm animals. Oh well, now 
it was nothing but stores and roads. Not an improvement if you ask me.

Before long I was pulling into my grandmothers concrete driveway. It looked 
just the same as I remembered it all my life although now it was dwarfed by 
all the newer, larger homes that had sprung up during the building explosions 
of the past decade or so. It was a small ranch home with a basement, nothing 
extravagant. The corn field in the back where I use to play as a little girl 
was long gone - replaced by a church which suited my grandmother just fine as 
she switched to it and could now walk to church whenever she wanted. She had 
lived next to the same people since my mom was born but in the past few years 
even that had changed. When the older guy to the one side had moved into a 
nursing home after his wife died, a new couple had moved in that were in 
their forties. Empty-nesters, they didn't associate much with my grandma 
other than to be polite and say hi when they were in the back yard. The only 
time my grandmother mentioned them was to complain that their dog pooped in 
her yard all the time.

The old widow on the other side of my grandmothers house had died a few 
years back and been replaced by a school teacher and his family. They had two 
daughters, both of who were now in high school if I remembered things right. 
I hadnt seen them in a while and wed never really talked much in the past 
although I distinctly remember my father drooling over them! I noticed the 
above-ground pool theyd installed shortly after moving in was still there 
but nobody was home at the moment so I just went in to greet my grandmother.


Chapter 3  The Bridal Shower
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The primary reason for my trip was my first wedding shower. Actually I was 
having a total of three of them - this one, one by Steves mother for her 
friends and family, and another by my friends (not to be confused with the 
bachelorette party Beth had promised me so many years before!). My mom and 
Steves had initially been coordinating to hold one together but then they 
decided to hold off until just before the wedding when Steves side of the 
family and friends from California would be coming in. My friends were 
talking about something a couple of weeks before the wedding so it ended up 
that this one was to be the first. 

Just to be clear, this was my grandmother throwing the shower for me, not any 
of my crazy friends, and she was inviting her personal friends so I wasn't 
expecting it to be anything wild and crazy. In fact, the invitation list Id 
seen numbered about thirty women and I hardly knew any of them. Thankfully 
two of my bridesmaids, Nancy and Samantha, were going to drive out the 
morning of the shower which I thought was really sweet of them. Sam had some 
friends in Indiana so they would drive back the night of the shower and spend 
some time there before heading back to Pittsburgh. At least I wouldnt be the 
only one under forty! Exactly why my grandmother couldnt have just waited 
until my family shower a month from now was beyond me but who was I to 
argue?

Arriving at my grandmothers house after a grueling drive, I was tired and 
frustrated from all the city traffic towards the end of the trip. Even though 
Id done my best to keep myself occupied during the trip, it still was a 
long trip and without anyone to talk to or share the driving duties I was 
dead tired. Hmmm, or maybe it was because I did so that I was so tired? 

Fortunately my grandmother is a sweetie and she had dinner ready and didnt 
push me to go out and do anything right away. It was crazy hot out but her 
back deck was shaded by several old trees that kept it down to a reasonable 
temperature. It was much nicer to sit out on the lounge chaise than being 
cooped up inside in the air-conditioning.

As we sat and exchanged small talk, I looked over at the neighbors houses. 
The deck was on the side of the house that was closest to the teachers 
house, actually just a few feet from the property line with just enough room 
for a car to drive back to get to the extra garage in back. It was never used 
as a garage, it was really a tool shed with a garage door.

I bet they use that pool a lot in this weather, I commented to my 
grandmother.

She sort of shrugged and replied, Not nearly as much as back when the girls 
were little. Actually it seems like a waste as I think he spends more time 
cleaning it than they do swimming in it.

The pool was mostly above ground with a wooden security fence around the 
perimeter. The stairs leading to the top deck that surrounded the pool had a 
swinging door that I noticed was padlocked shut. Damn, so much for sneaking 
in and cooling off while they were out!

A while later a lady arrived to talk to my grandmother about the shower the 
next day. It was going to be held in the church behind her house which made 
it convenient. From their discussions I learned they were planning on setting 
up right after the service with everyone due to arrive by around 2:00. 
Hopefully Sam and Nancy would be here by then!

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The next morning I woke in the guest bed and for a moment I was disoriented 
and when I looked at the alarm clock I felt a panic in my chest. Damn, Id 
slept in and now I was going to be late! It was something I rarely missed, 
meeting with my dad before church, and now I would barely have enough time if 
I skipped a shower to get over there to his house and satisfy him before wed 
be late for service. 

Then my eyes focused and I remembered that I wasn't in my bedroom in 
Pittsburgh but rather the guest bedroom at my grandmothers house. I felt a 
little twinge between my legs as I realized that I wouldnt be seeing my dad 
this morning. Over the years I think I could count on one hand how many times 
I missed being with him because of something that was my fault. It wasnt so 
much that I missed the sex. Sure, any sex is good sex but it wasn't the 
physical rewards that made me so conscientious about fulfilling my 
obligations. No matter how many times I give myself to him, I dont think I 
will ever grow tired of seeing the look in my fathers eyes when he wants me, 
or his sigh as he cums inside of me. Its the kiss he gives me after we 
uncouple that tells me how I pleased him, how I satisfied his needs and 
desires even if only for a little while.

I threw back the covers and walked down to the hall to the bathroom. I didnt 
hear my grandmother anywhere and the door to her bedroom was closed so I 
assumed she was still sleeping. After taking care of Mother Natures urgent 
call I started back to the guest room and was startled when my grandmother 
turned the corner into the hallway and almost bumped right into me. I hadnt 
bothered with a robe or anything so I was stark naked at the time.

Sorry grandma, I stammered, instinctively covering my boobs with my hands. 
I know, it was a strange reaction as in most circumstance I LIKE to be seen 
naked but with my grandmother it was different.

Grandma stepped back a step and just shook her head. Nothing I havent seen 
before honey, she assured me.

With that I slipped back into the bedroom and closed the door partially 
behind me. It felt odd to be in a bedroom with the door shut, even when it 
wasn't shut tightly. Still, I respected my grandmothers feelings and I knew 
she didn't really like it when people ran around naked in her house. When my 
dad was with me we made it a point to always put on a robe or a shirt or 
something to be a little modest. Even when we started sharing the same 
bedroom after he started fucking me, nothing was actually said about it 
although I noticed the first few times my grandmother didn't seem too 
thrilled about it even though she never brought up the subject or discussed 
it.

Still feeling tired, I lay back on the bed with my head on the pillow and my 
legs stretched out and spread open. Even though the air-conditioning was 
running, my grandmother didn't keep the house exactly cold and so the ceiling 
fan was running at mid-speed. The air the fan was blowing my way felt so good 
against my hot bare skin.

I closed my eyes and started to remember the last time Id slept in this bed 
but then my dad had been with me. He had woken up first and by the time I 
awoke he already was spooning with me and had his finger up my pussy while 
his hardened dick was trying to push its way between my closed thighs - 
without much success I might add. I didn't even say good morning but just 
lifted my leg enough for him to get his dick up against my pussy. I felt his 
fingertips push the head into my pussy and then the thrust of him against my 
bottom as he pushed himself inside of me. Silently my dad fucked me; it was 
as if I was still asleep and he didn't want to wake me. Of course I WAS awake 
but neither of us wanted to spoil the moment. Eventually he came in me and as 
he flooded my pussy with his sperm he put his arm around me and pulled me in 
tightly against him, his hand covering my boobs and squeezing it as he thrust 
deeply with each load of cum. When he had finished, he left the room, still 
without saying a word as I laid there and drifted back to sleep once more.

Oh yeah, it was working! The memory of my dads thick dick in me, together 
with the light touch of my fingers on my swollen clit and wet pussy, was 
working their magic on me and before long I was cumming once again on my 
grandmothers bed.

With THAT out of my system, I headed back again to the bathroom, still naked 
but my grandmother was out of sight this time. The shower felt good and after 
I dried my hair and did my makeup I went back to the bedroom to get dressed. 
Id bought a new dress just for the shower - a black sundress with large 
roses. The spaghetti straps were so thin as to be almost not there and it 
came down to about the mid-thigh region - low enough to keep from offending 
the Victorian sensibilities of my grandmothers friends but high enough to 
bare some leg. A pair of simple black heels rounded it out. While a bra was 
out of the question in this type of dress, I DID choose a black thong. Again, 
this was going to be worn in front of a bunch of women two to three times my 
age so it wasn't like I was trying to show off anything.

I headed to the kitchen where my grandmother had breakfast ready. She took a 
long glance at my dress and for moment I thought maybe it was just a hair too 
short but then she smiled and nodded her approval. Again, she wasn't exactly 
a prude and I had seen some old photos of the outfits she allowed my mom and 
her sister to wear made this dress look positively conservative. We carried 
our cereal bowls out to the back deck and sat around the round glass table. I 
noticed the cars were back in the driveway next door which meant people were 
home again.

Not long after wed sat down, I heard the door open next door and out walked 
this simply stunning teenage girl. Trying to keep my eyes from bugging out of 
my head, I couldn't help but think, Damn, could this possibly be the same 
girl I use to baby-sit when I stayed over so many years ago?

Maggies grown up a lot, hasnt she? my grandmother said to me in a low 
tone, seeing my eyes focusing on the stunning neighbor girl. She just 
graduated you know - but shes a year younger than Tammy.

She was referring to me youngest cousin Tammy who had indeed graduated from 
high school not long before. Tammy was nineteen though, whereas Maggie was 
eighteen if I was remembering correctly.

Maggie paid us no attention as she got in the car and drove off somewhere.

Shes a bit of snot, my grandma huffed, Thinks shes Gods gift to boys or 
something like that.

Well, from the brief look Id seen of her in her standard summer girl uniform 
of daisy duke shorts and tight low-cut tank top I could understand why she 
might have that perception of herself. Indeed, I bet the guys were falling 
all over themselves whenever she was around.

My grandmother continued, Now Cindy... SHE is the cute one. Shes going to 
be even hotter than her sister but she has such a better attitude and 
personality. We still talk a lot whereas her older bitch of a sister doesnt 
give me the time of day.

There was no sign of her but just as I was about to pick up our dishes and 
take them inside, the door next door opened again and out walked the father. 
He seemed to have a mission - to pick up the pool toys that were strewn all 
about.

My grandmother sniffed a bit and leaned over rather conspiratorially, He 
does that EVERY day - picking up for those girls. Always has you know. They 
dont do anything around the house so far as I can tell. A couple of spoiled 
ones if I ever saw them.

It wasn't until he had tossed everything back into the pool that he turned 
and saw us sitting there. He waved and walked over to the railing on the 
deck.

Morning Martha, going to be another hot one, eh? he greeted her. Then he 
looked at me and smiled, So whos your visitor this morning?

My grandma just waved her hand at him and laughed. For crying out loud Josh, 
you know darn well who this is. Now greet my granddaughter properly.

Oh my god, thats little Kelly? he exclaimed, maintaining his little faade 
for just a little longer. Then he leaned over and extended his hand which I 
took and shook. So youre finally getting married... youre worried 
grandmother here thought THAT was never going to happen.

Josh! my grandma scolded him but he just ignored her.

So whens the big day? he asked. I told him and he whistled, Wow, thats 
not too far away. Nervous yet?

I just shrugged and smiled. Meanwhile I was giving him a once-over, just as 
he was so obviously doing with me. I had my legs crossed and shifted slightly 
so my dress worked its way up just a little bit more to expose more of my 
upper thigh to him. His eye glanced down quickly and then he tried to act 
like he hadnt noticed. I wanted to laugh but that would have spoiled things. 

The gals are all throwing her a shower this afternoon, would you like to 
come? my grandmother teased him.

Hmmmmmm.... sounds tempting but Ill take a pass, he declined gracefully. 
Yeah, like some guy just under forty was going to spend the afternoon playing 
silly games with a bunch of ladies that could be his mother - or maybe even 
grandmother.

So when you heading back? he asked me. I told him I would be staying the 
week which he then used as an excuse to make his exit. Great, hope to see 
you around. Gotta get back before the old lady hollers, he joked, saluting 
us and heading back to the house.

Hes always been a nice neighbor, my grandmother said once he was out of 
earshot, Sometimes I dont know what I would do without him helping out 
around here.

Yeah I see... I wouldn't mind him helping out either, I said, winking at 
her and then looking back to check him out as he returned home. OK, so he 
wasn't some twenty-something Adonis but he wasn't too shabby for a guy almost 
forty. Serving as a wrestling coach undoubtedly didn't hurt either.

My grandmother quickly caught onto what I was inferring.

OK, Ill just say this once and then keep my peace, she started out, making 
me wonder what was about to come out. I know a lot more about what you do 
than I let on but as you know its not something I care to discuss. All I ask 
is that you control yourself this week and not do anything to mess with Josh. 
Hes a decent husband and father who doesnt need someone like you messing 
with him.

With that it was like a light switch got flipped and she smiled and helped me 
with the dishes as if nothing had been said.

Wow, now THAT really stunned me. I wondered who had been telling her about me 
and just what she really knew. Obviously someone had clued her in on my 
weakness for married men. But it was the someone like you comment that 
really surprised me.

Like me? Just what did she mean by THAT? It certainly didn't appear to be a 
compliment that much I could figure out on my own.

After we had cleaned up it was time for her to head over to the church to get 
things ready. I offered to help but she insisted I stay behind.

This only happens once in your life sweetie, take full advantage of it.

Left all alone, I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV before calling home 
to Steve. God I missed him already, and not just his wonderfully responsive 
dick. One of the things that made me sure that Steve was the one was that I 
could do just about anything with him and still be happy. Even if we just sat 
next to each other on a bench on the park and never said a word, it was like 
I was in heaven. With most guys, if I was calling them it was for phone sex 
but right now I just wanted to hear my fianc's voice, to hear him tell me 
how much he loved me and how badly he missed me. Now if he wanted to tell me 
how he missed fucking me, I could go for that too!

Time flew by and I was still on the phone with Steve when the doorbell rang 
and I went to find that Sam and Nancy had made it. I said goodbye to Steve 
and let them into the house. It was just for a brief moment as once they 
learned that things were being set up for the shower already they hustled out 
the back door, down the deck stairs and almost ran to the church in back, at 
least as much as their heels allowed.

Watching them leave for the church, I felt a pang in my heart to realize how 
fortunate I was to have such good girlfriends. Both of them had been in my 
inner circle of friends since we were little girls. Sam (short for Samantha) 
held a rather unique place in that she was the one who introduced me to 
doggie sex - and I dont mean just the position. She was wearing a pretty 
white dress with a light tan crocheted shawl that was even shorter than mine. 
With her blonde hair and stunning tan she looked positively gorgeous. She was 
getting married a week after me and we were both bridesmaids in each others 
weddings. We had even tried on wedding dresses together. When she told me she 
was getting married it was a bit of a shock as I hadnt realized she was all 
that close to her current boyfriend. In fact, I even thought maybe this was 
one of those required weddings but she assured me she wasn't pregnant. When 
I asked her if her fiance knew about her favorite bedmate shed just grinned 
and made it clear that he knew everything and that he was OK with it. Well, 
just as Steve as OK with sharing his wife with her dad, I guess I couldn't 
say anything about her future husband being willing to share her with the 
family pet! 

Nancy had been wearing a cute strapless sundress in a blue pattern. Shed put 
on a few pounds in the last few years but was still nowhere near being fat. 
She had been one of the first girls I masturbated with at sleepovers as a 
young teen but other than that wed never done much beside a few experimental 
times together. Perhaps one of the times I remember best was about four years 
earlier when Beth had joined us for a rather interesting game of Truth or 
Dare. She was still single but I had the feeling the wedding bells werent 
too far off for her either based on the way she and her boyfriend behaved 
whenever they were together - which seemed to be all the time.

About a half hour later Sam came back over and announced it was time for me 
to make an appearance. It was about fifteen minutes after the hour so most of 
the women who were going to show up were probably there by now. I walked 
across the blazing hot asphalt parking lot and into the church where I was 
greeted by applause and yellow lei. The theme was a beach party and there was 
Beach Boy music playing along with decorations that all encompassed a beach 
theme.

I noticed that everyone was wearing a clothespin so I asked where mine was 
and Nancy just giggled and explained. Apparently anytime someone mentioned my 
name during the proceedings they had to give their clothespin up to the 
person who caught them saying it. The idea being that whoever had the most 
clothespins at the end of the shower would win some sort of prize. Thus from 
then on I was referred to as the girl, the bride, sweet pea - dont ask 
me why, and just about everything but Kelly.

Once things got started for the most part it was a typical wedding shower 
right out of God Housekeeping or something like that. There were lots of 
snack foods followed by silly games. As dumb as they were, everyone seemed to 
get a kick out them and so I tried my best to smile and be gracious.

Then came time for the gifts. Nancy was appointed to hand them to me while 
Sam sat down next to me with a pad of paper to record who gave what so I 
could get the Thank-You letters correct afterwards. Apparently everyone 
thought I was going to be some sort of housewife like on Leave It to Beaver 
as I got mostly kitchenware, towels, baskets and such. Someone slipped in a 
box labeled Sex Toys and everyone gasped and acted all embarrassed but at 
the same time they all had something to say about me using them. The other 
gift I enjoyed was from my grandmother which was something NOT in my registry 
- a beautiful cream- colored satin nightgown with a matching short robe. It 
wasn't so much sexy as it was beautiful. She just smiled at me while everyone 
oohed and awed at it as I held it up to be seen. 

By the way, supposedly Im having three kids - two boys and a girl. Thats 
based on the scientific method where they counted the number and color of 
ribbons that I broke while opening the packages!

After the shower I thanked everyone, especially my two friends for having 
driven so far. It seemed like such a long drive for just a few hours but they 
were really great about it. Still, they headed off without staying too long 
afterwards so they could get to Sams friends house before it got too late.

And so my very first wedding shower came to a close...


Chapter 4  Flirting With the Neighbor
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The rest of the week was forecasted to be unbearably hot and indeed for once 
the weatherman got it right. My grandma had an old circular thermometer on a 
tree by the deck and it seemed stuck on the upper ninety degrees section, 
almost 100 degrees at times and that was in the shade. The heat wave made 
life miserable; almost too hot to even lay out for some much needed sun 
before my wedding. It didnt help that my grandma's house isn't exactly 
situated for privacy. The deck was built out over the lawn from the back door 
with no fences and with the land as flat as it was the neighbors on both 
sides can see everything - and vice versa. 

After my initial greeting by Josh, I didn't see anyone until the next morning 
when I went out to read the news on my iPad. I almost fell asleep when I 
heard voices and I looked over to see Maggie and Cindy getting ready to head 
out somewhere. I didnt say anything but did look their way. Cindy waved and 
I waved back but Maggie just ignored me. It wasn't like she was being mean; 
she just didnt seem to notice I even existed. They drove off without saying 
anything so I went back to my reading and e-mails. Given I was as much as ten 
years older than them I guess I could see where they didn't see me as much as 
another girlfriend but rather a mom and indeed, I imagined that if they 
babysat that some of the mothers could very well be my age. Wow, talk about 
making me feel suddenly so old!

My grandmother eventually joined me and she seemed fascinated by my iPad. 
Then again, I loved it myself so I was more than happy to demo it for her. As 
we played Josh came out, this time along with his wife Karen. It had been a 
while since I had seen her and the first thing I noticed was that she was a 
little chunky than she had been before. Not so much that she was fat but her 
thighs definitely were heavier and it didn't help she was wearing shorts that 
really should have covered more in her condition. The other thing I noticed 
was she apparently was one of those women whose weight is disproportional to 
her bust. What I mean is that when a woman like that gains or loses weight, 
it seems her boobs are affected the most before anything else. In Karens 
case she was sporting what had to be 38DDs - significantly bigger than what I 
remembered her being before.

While her weight was a little bit more than before, her personality hadnt 
changed. Oh she was nice - but nice to BE nice, if you know what I mean. It 
was like it was all a faade and if you dug in just below that forced smile 
and cheerfulness it was a whole different person inside. Although she had 
always been fine around me whenever I visited in the past, I could never 
shake the feeling that behind closed doors there was another Karen that most 
people never saw.

Josh and Karen each grabbed a chair and we talked about the shower and my 
upcoming wedding. Being Josh was a teacher, he was off for the summer and 
unlike me, he seemed to make enough money that he had to moonlight during the 
summer to make ends meet. Then again, the high school where he taught was 
quite affluent and if the teacher salaries were anything like the facilities, 
and then he was paid handsomely.

This morning I had picked out a pair of shorts and a halter top. The shorts 
were loose as it was already in the nineties and it wasn't even noon yet and 
even the halter top wasn't one of my smaller ones. It tied in the middle and 
left me pretty much unsupported, allowing plenty of cleavage to be exposed 
which I saw that Josh had noticed almost immediately when he first said 
hello. It was like I wanted to give him the classic, Hey guy, Im up HERE, 
but I didn't want to embarrass him in front of his wife. Still, I couldn't 
believe that she hadnt noticed her husbands wandering eyes. I mean like 
when I am with Steve I instantly know whenever his attention is on anybody 
but me. Its not so much that it bothers me, but I DO know it.

Needless to say my mind immediately went to the gutter. We hadnt been 
talking for more than ten minutes and already I was fantasizing about how I 
wanted him to fuck me. It would be cool if he just did me here in front of 
his wife but THAT wasn't going to happen - although it WAS a nice fantasy.

I started to think more about Maggie and Cindy. As hot as the two of the 
looked, did their dad ever have any thoughts about them? I wondered if he 
ever masturbated about his daughters while they played in the pool? There was 
a large kitchen window that overlooked the back yard - perfect for him to sit 
and watch them and jerk off without anyone seeing him.

I hadnt yet seen their bikinis but something told me from Maggies demeanor 
that she wasn't wearing a one-piece these days by any means. When thinking 
about that I was reminded of those fathers who would take their daughters 
bikini tops and jerk off with them, coating the inner side of their 
daughters cups with their cum and then sending me photos of the results. 
What made them even hotter was seeing pics of them wearing that same bikini. 
I wondered if Josh was one of those secretive fathers doing such things in 
the middle of the night while his wife and daughters slept without having a 
clue as to what he was doing up so late.

Damn, all these nasty thoughts were making me horny and it was all I could do 
to keep my hands away from my crotch as I tried to focus on the conversation. 
Then I looked at Cindy and she reminded me of a couple of the mothers that 
Id had sex with over the years. Sure she wasnt a hot teenage girl anymore 
but she wasn't ugly by any means and even the extra weight managed to enhance 
her curves and as to some extent - especially those massive boobs. Hmmmmmm, 
was she bi? Had she ever been with another girl? Oh sure, there were probably 
those wild time at college when everyone experiments a little but what about 
as she got older? Did she have a BFF that came over to play when Josh and the 
girls were off at school? Was she into three-somes? Now THAT seemed a bit 
far-fetched under the circumstances but then you can never judge a book by 
its cover. 

After they left my grandmother and I went back inside to watch some of her TV 
shows. As we sat there she turned to me and once again I was a little 
surprised at her expression.

I thought wed talked about Josh and that everything was settled so far as 
that went? she asked rhetorically in a rather terse tone. I looked at her 
with a what are you talking about? expression so she shifted in her chair 
and then continued, Now Kelly, dont even try giving me that innocent look; 
you know exactly what I mean. Dont forget I raised two daughters who were 
just as slutty - if not more so, as you. You just lay off of him, you hear 
me? Girls like you need to learn when somethings off-limits and thats all 
Im going to say about the subject.

There it was again, that underhand girls like you comment again. Now what 
the heck did THAT mean? OK, so Im not stupid and I had a good idea what she 
meant but I didn't understand why she was so upset. If anything I thought I 
had been quite the good girl all morning. I never even tried leaning over to 
show him my boobs, something that could have been done easily had I any 
desire to do so. Still, I wasnt going to push the subject and in the end the 
rest of the afternoon went quite well so it was probably best I hadnt.

Around 2:30 or so I decided it was time to get some sun. Id brought along 
several bikinis and laid them out on the bed, trying to decide which once to 
use. Basically I had three options - church girl, school girl and slutty girl 
as I liked to call them. The church girl bikini was technically a bikini 
but with full legs and a higher waist while the top fully enclosed my boobs 
and wrapped up around the back of my neck halter-style. While it still would 
never have been allowed at church camp, it was about as conservative a bikini 
as I would ever allow myself to wear. The school girl bikini was a little 
less conservative but still wearable at a public pool. It was strapless which 
meant it covered most of my boobs in order to stay on but not much more than 
necessary. The bottoms were cut much lower, almost to where my hairline would 
have been had I not been shaved. The legs were cut up high on the hip and the 
back, while not a thong, didn't cover more than half my butt. 

Finally, there was my slutty girl bikini - a name given to it by my horny 
dad who had first picked one out similar to it for me back when I was barely 
a teenager. It was definitely NOT for the public pool where Im sure someone 
would have asked me to leave had I tried exposing myself in it - which is 
essentially what it did. The top was nothing more than a couple of small 
triangles that covered my nipples but not much else. As for the bottoms, 
lets just say there wasn't any questions as to whether or not I shaved and 
the only thing in back was two strings - one around my waist and the other 
leading down my butt crack to join with the front at my crotch.

Frankly, I dont know why I even bothered bringing the church bikini. I 
might wear the thing once or twice a year depending on where I was but other 
than that it never saw the light of day. I wouldve loved to have worn the 
slutty version and seen Joshs reaction but the words of my grandmother rung 
like church bells in my ears. I really didn't want to offend her so today 
wasn't the day for such a thing. Maybe later in the week depending on how 
things progressed...

So the school girl bikini it was, winning more or less by default. I 
slipped it on and adjusted the strong so it wasn't too tight on me. Out on 
the lake in the boat or walking around on the beach I would have worn it a 
bit tighter to keep it from slipping off at the wrong moment but being I was 
going no further than the deck why be uncomfortable? After slipping on the 
top I grabbed the bottoms. Just as I was about to step into them I thought 
about how Josh had kept a close eye on me all morning. God I was feeling 
horny again! My hand started to reach for me but then I pulled away. If I got 
myself started who knows when Id be done and really wanted to get some sun 
while it was still up but not as hot as it had been a little while before.

Not exactly being shy, are we, my grandmother said as I walked by her on 
the way to the deck. I turned to her, half-expecting another lecture but she 
was smiling and I realized she was just teasing me. 

You know, I can remember back when your mother use to wear a suit almost 
just like that one. Some of hers were even sluttier than that one. But then, 
it wasnt like she ever listened to me.

I was tempted to tell her if she wanted to see slutty then I had just the 
suit for her but I kept my tongue and was just thankful she was OK with what 
I was wearing.

Out on the deck the wood boards were blistering hot so I laid down a couple 
of towels before stepping out to the chaise lounge chair. The cushion had 
been rolled back so it hadnt been exposed to the direct sunlight which 
allowed me to lay down on it without feeling like I was lying on a cast iron 
stove top. Still, I could already feel the hot sun blaring down on me and I 
knew I couldn't stay out for too long. Even though I had a decent tan 
already, it wasnt nearly enough to protect me on a day like today.

I must have started to doze off because suddenly I heard a voice saying, You 
know, you really should use more sunscreen on a day like this.

Looking up, I saw Josh standing outside the deck, leaning over on the railing 
and supporting himself on his elbows. He was smiling at me and even thought 
he seemed to try to pretend that he wasnt, he was definitely giving me the 
once- over - actually many times more than once. It wasn't like I didn't like 
it. Heck, what girl DOESNT like to have a man look at her with desire and 
lust in his heart? It doesnt mean anything will ever actually happen, but 
its just knowing he WISHES it would happen that counts.

I was turned sideways relative to where he was standing so he had a nice view 
of my body but not exactly an up the legs or down the top shot so I 
figured why not help him out a little? Standing up, I repositioned the chair 
so when I sat back down on it I was facing him with my feet flat on the 
cushion and my knees bent with my legs together - just as a nice girl would 
do. But then who says I am a nice girl?

So wheres the girls? I asked him, pretending not to notice that he eyes 
were riveted on my ass, or at least as much as what he could see at the 
moment. 

Who knows, some friends house I guess. Theyre never home anymore it 
seems.

So no pool parties? Wow, if I had a pool like that Id be in it every day.

Josh shrugged. They use to practically like in it like they were fish. I 
guess its not as big to them now that theyre older. Its only a few feet 
deep.

I sighed and came back with, Still, I bet it would feel good on a day like 
this.

Actually its pretty warm right now. Guess thats another reason they dont 
really like it. Its practically like bath water with all this heat lately.

Sheesh, talk about not being able to take a hint! Well, maybe he might start 
getting the idea if I showed a little more so I allowed my legs to open. My 
feet were on each edge of the cushion with my knees bent inwards to be 
together so all I had to do was straighten up a bit and it was like my crotch 
was on full display. Too bad I wasn't wearing my slut version as it would be 
pulled up inside my pussy by now leaving practically nothing to get in the 
way. Even so I had a pretty good idea that there was a decent camel toe for 
him to enjoy as the bottoms I had on were a little tighter than they 
shouldve been.

Poor Josh. As hard as he tried to carry on a normal conversation, it was like 
having a shark next to him ready to attack given the way his attention kept 
straying. I fanned myself with a paper and as I did so my hips rocked making 
my legs sway, further emphasizing the fact that I was deliberately allowing 
him to have a straight-on view of my barely covered crotch.

Josh! Telephone! Karen yelled out from the door. I wouldve been a hundred 
bucks that Josh wouldve gladly volunteered to call whoever it was back later 
but then it mightve been hard to explain to his wife, especially if she came 
over and saw the position I was in for her husband. Josh said goodbye before 
THAT could happen and left me on my own - thoroughly horny by now as well. 

Tuesday was pretty much a repeat. I wore the same suit most of the day, even 
around the house as it was so much cooler than anything else I had brought 
with me. Josh always seemed to find some excuse to come over to visit me, 
even if just for a few moments but it was always enough to get a good eyeful. 
The next time I was lying on my belly but I made sure I was pointed at the 
place he always perched to talk to me - he never actually came up on the 
deck, just stood there outside and leaned over. I had previously loosened the 
top about as much as I could and still keep it on me so when I got up on my 
elbows to talk to him I knew my boobs had to be fairly well exposed. He might 
not have actually seen my nipples but that was about all he didn't see.

That night I was on the phone with Steve in the bedroom. I told him about how 
I was teasing the married guy next door which seemed to turn Steve on even 
more than me - if that was even possible.

So you want this guy to fuck you, dont you babe? he asked me.

I was naked on the bed, rubbing myself with one hand while I held the phone 
to my ear with the other. Using the speaker phone wouldve been so much 
easier but then I didn't want my grandmother listening to me having phone sex 
with my fiance. Not that I cared but she might now approve of some of his 
fantasies that I played into at times. I just moaned in response.

Ha, youre playing with yourself thinking about him now, arent you my horny 
girl? he teased me.

You wanna watch? I asked him. Needless to say he was more than agreeable so 
we set up FaceTime on my iPad and his iPhone so he could see what I was 
doing. I set the iPad up on the dresser so it had a full view of me on the 
bed while I talked to him on the phone. 

God you look so hot babe, Steve sighed as he got his first images of his 
nude fiance playing with herself. This was still rather new for me, even 
though wed done it a number of times. It wasn't as good as him being there 
in person to watch me but under the circumstances you made do with what you 
had.

Tell me what I should do for him, I begged in a husky voice.

For the next half hour or so Steve did all the talking while I did all the 
actions. God, he must've been even hornier than usual for me judging by the 
incredibly sexy scenario he laid out for me and Josh. It was so hot to 
masturbate as my boyfriend told me his fantasy about how Josh fucked me and 
then his two teenage cute daughters joined in, all the while being watched by 
their loving mother who smiled and cheered us all on. Damn, I loved Steve all 
the more for the way he could dream up such things for me. Now if only he was 
a genie and could grant them all to come true!

After Id cum a couple of times we went back to talking about the plans for 
our upcoming wedding and such so I closed the video app down and we just 
talked. Still, I was soaking wet by now and all I could think about was his 
dick.

Kelly? You listening? Steve said and I realized that once again my mind had 
drifted off as I dreamed about Steve fucking me. When I apologized he just 
laughed.

Well, sounds like you need some serious me time so why dont you just hang 
up and take care of yourself and we can talk later?

And people ask me why I want to marry this guy!

It was another hour before I called him back, exhausted and flush but finally 
somewhat satisfied. Although masturbation can never replace a real dick it 
still make me feel pretty damn good!

Wednesday came and went without much change in the local neighbor situation. 
Out on the deck I was still wearing the school girl bikini as I just couldnt 
imagine my grandmother going along with me wearing the sluttier one out in 
public. I only saw Josh once though as it seemed he had to take the girls 
somewhere for most of the day. When they came back the sisters headed 
straight for the house while Josh made a beeline for the deck. While he 
couldn't stay long without arousing the ire of Karen, I made sure this time I 
was on my belly facing away from him with my legs spread obscenely wide apart 
giving him the best possible view of my ass and crotch. It didn't hurt that I 
had tugged the bottoms in as much as I could when I hear the car returning in 
hopes he would stop by. I could just imagine the camel toe he was staring at. 
He still wasn't getting a direct view of my pussy but it was about as close 
as I could provide without me completely taking off the suit.

That night I did FaceTime again for Steve as he was ready with another 
fantasy about Josh - this time with just his daughters and me. Damn, he knew 
just what buttons to push to get me off! This time it took longer than an 
hour before I called him back...

Thursday morning arrived all too soon and as I laid in bed thinking about the 
upcoming day I came to the realization that I was stuck with a serious 
decision to make. So far Josh had definitely shown interest but nothing more 
than being a voyeur. In fact, we hadnt even talked about anything sexy or 
teased each other about sex. Heck, I was starting to think that while he WAS 
a man and thus couldn't control certain reactions, maybe he was also one of 
those rare creatures - a loving husband and father who was could stay 
faithful to his wife no matter how tempted, even if his eyes were straying a 
bit. Then again, it wasn't exactly like Id thrown myself at him either. So 
whose fault was it that nothing had happened so far - his or mine? Well, if I 
was being honest with myself I would say it had to be me to take the 
responsibility. I was letting my grandmother intimidate me such that I didn't 
give it everything I could so how could I blame Josh for not picking up on my 
needs?


Chapter 5 - My Grandmother Reminisces 
=====================================

Once I was up and done in the bathroom I went in the kitchen to grab some 
breakfast and found my grandmother was already there, standing in front of 
the stove in a long cotton robe fixing some eggs and bacon. As for me, Id 
thrown on a short tank top after my shower as I hadnt really expected her to 
be up so early. It barely covered my stomach so my ass was fully exposed. 
Actually the cool morning air felt good against my bare bottom. Before I 
could turn around and go back to my bedroom to put one something less 
revealing my grandmother turned and I say her mouth purse as she glanced down 
to my bald exposed pussy. 

You know youre a lot more like your mother than you may realize, she said, 
surprising me a little as I had expected her to just say something about me 
wearing more around the house. Stunned, I just stood there and waited for her 
to continue.

Must be the genes or something, she was always trying to get away with 
running around bare-ass.

I was trying to think of something to say besides good morning when she 
really surprised me by adding, You know, when I was your age I loved to be 
that way too but in those days nice girls didnt go about like that in front 
of their parents. Looks like you inherited the bottomless gene though, 
unlike my other slutty niece.

By that she had to be referring to Kristi but I didnt interrupt her to 
confirm it.

I dont know what it was with her mom and her always trying to be topless. 
Just never seemed comfortable to me.

This was new. She had never volunteered such information before and while I 
knew my mom sometimes hinted at being a little slutty around the house while 
growing up, shed never let on about anything like this.

So did you let mom dress like this? I asked, modeling my tank top for her 
by spinning around once.

Oh no! Not at all, she laughed, Not with her father around at least. I 
know it probably seems silly to you but there WERE some things I had to put 
my foot down about.

I wanted to ask her why ignoring the fact her husband was having sex with her 
daughters was OK but when it came to them dressing slutty around the house 
that was bad but I knew better. Besides, while she usually was pretty closed-
mouth about incest there had been a few times over the years she had opened 
up to me so I knew where she was coming from. Just knowing they were having 
sex was OK so long as they didn't do it where she could see. Running around 
without panties or shorts was different because then she could SEE what was 
going on and THAT was unacceptable. It seemed a rather fine and wiggly line 
in the sand but it worked for her so who was I to complain?

Just make sure you dont forget to put something on if you go out on the 
deck, she reminded me as she served me my breakfast. It had been a while 
since anyone had fixed me such a nice breakfast and I really appreciated it - 
not to mention how open-minded she was this morning. Damn, it was as if she 
had gotten laid last night or something! Of course THAT hadnt happened but 
for whatever reason she seemed in an especially good mood so I figured I 
might take advantage of it a little. 

So did mom ever go out on the deck and forget?

My grandmother looked at me a little more sharply and for a moment I thought 
maybe I had crossed some invisible line but then she just shook her head.

Oh no. Dont forget things around here were a lot different when she was 
your age. We didn't even have a deck back then. Heck, we didn't even have the 
family room - it was just a gravel area where the grill and chairs were set 
out. Your grandfather added the family room and then built on the deck over 
the lawn. None of the tress were there at first and he built the back garage 
about the time your mom left for college. So there really wasn't anything 
nice like there is now to go out and lay out unless you took out a lawn chair 
and set it out on the grass.

I looked out thought the family room windows and tried to imagine how bare 
the yard must have been back then. It seemed so lush and green now with all 
the tress but I was reminded of some old family photos and how it had all 
been open space back in my moms younger years.

So no neighbors to tease? I tossed out, wondering how she would respond.

If you mean like youve been doing to that poor man next door... no, nothing 
like that at all. It was an older couple that lived next door and they pretty 
much stayed to themselves.

I caught the reference to the poor man next door and couldn't help but grin 
a bit at it - which she in turn picked up as well.

Yes, I have seen what youve been doing young lady and I must say, I hope 
youve learned a valuable lesson. Not every man out there is going to fall 
over his feet just because you flaunt yourself for him. Some men actually 
have integrity and Josh is one of them which is why I havent said anything 
about it. If fact, she added with a bit of a grin as if she was having fun 
with me, Ive gotten a bit of a kick out of your frustration this week. I 
bet youre not use to being turned down like this... are you?

Really, what could I say? I was guilty as charged and the expression on my 
face must have confirmed it for her.

Oh now dont get so defensive Kelly, I use to feel the same way when your 
mom and aunt would strike out. Granted, it didn't happen very often but it 
was sort of fun to see them get all bothered when some guy wouldnt cave in 
to their little games. Personally, I dont think it hurts now and then for 
girls like you to feel how others do the way you treat them.

OK, once again she had referred to girls like me for the umpteenth time 
during my visit. It was time to address the situation.

Grandma, what do you mean by girls like you? I asked softly, trying not 
to sound overly accusing.

Cmon Kelly, she huffed a bit, You know EXACTLY what I mean - sluts and 
whores like you and your screwed up cousin. She paused to catch my reaction 
but I was doing my best to keep a deadpan face. Do you really think I dont 
know what you two have been doing? Really Kelly, the two of you are like 
mirror images of your moms so its not like Im all that surprised how things 
have worked out.

I could see how she could saw I was like my mom, but Kristi like her mother? 
Especially since she had practically spat out the word whore when referring 
to Kristi. SO I asked her about it, figuring I had nothing to lose at this 
point.

My grandma looked at me like I was someone she didn't recognize. You mean 
nobody has ever told you about Lindas little side business in high school? 
Obviously I hadnt or why else would I have asked? Your mom was a lot like 
you - screwing half the senior class and teasing every man she could. I could 
deal with that, it wasn't like it was anything illegal or what not. But your 
Aunt Linda... she drifted off, shaking her head.

So NOW she had my attention. What could my aunt have done that she hadnt 
told me about? It wasn't like she had ever hidden anything from me, and 
certainly not my mom - or so I had always assumed. Face it, with everything 
they had told me already, what could possibly shock me?

Grandma laughed, sitting back in her chair and folding her arms like she was 
pleased as punch to finally have something I didn't know about. Well, she 
certainly was making the most of my discomfort, that much I could say. 
Finally she leaned forward and all but whispered, Your mom was the class 
slut but her sister was the school whore.

Yeah right, and Im the Queen of England. If what she was saying was true, 
why hadnt anyone told me by now? Now when it came to my cousin Kristi, yes, 
SHE had been a whore for years and it was widely discussed and debated 
between us. I had always wondered why my aunt put up with it, even seeming to 
encourage her at times. Personally I was as thrilled as anyone when she 
announced her retirement as I was worried about her health but most of all 
her safety. When Id tried being an escort back in college my career had 
consisted of five clients until I learned the hard way what the dangers were 
and quit before anything TOO serious happened. Kristi was a lost less 
discerning than I was when it came to who she whored herself out to and I 
knew she would do most anything for the right amount of money so I had always 
worried about her.

You dont believe me? my grandma challenged me, leaning back again against 
the back of the kitchen chair, When you get home go ask her. Tell her that 
her mom told you the truth finally. I mean really Kelly, do you think she got 
the idea for improving her real estate sales just out of the blue?

I tried pushing her for more details but she just waved me off, saying she 
had probably told me too much already and to ask my aunt about it when I got 
home if I was really all that curious. Wow, talk about putting some puzzle 
pieces together that had been impossible to line up before now...

So do you think Josh is never going to do anything with me? I asked her, 
deciding to change the subject to something she might talk more about as it 
seemed she had reached the end of the line so far as my mom and her sister 
went - at least for today.

Oh Kelly, do you really think I am so blind and nave? she said, rolling 
her eyes, Ive seen what youve been doing out there but I havent said 
anything until now because I DO think he is an honorable man.

Well, I still have one more day, I retorted, not willing to give in quite 
yet.

It wont matter, she said flippantly, as if the subject was already 
settled, You can even wear that god-awful bikini youve been hiding in the 
room and it wont matter, trust me.

I started to protest, feeling a little angry now. What had she been doing? 
Had she been going through my clothes when I was outside?

No, I didnt look through your things, she injected, as if she had been 
reading my mind, You left everything open the other day with it right on top 
so it was sort of hard to miss... although with as little material as it has 
Im surprised I saw it at all. You dont really wear that in public, do you? 
I assured her that I was a little smarter than that. If there was one thing I 
felt I was pretty good at - besides killer blowjobs, its knowing where the 
line is and how to push it as far as possible without getting arrested for 
indecent exposure. With my slut bikini on there was only one conclusion that 
could be reached if you saw me in it - I was all but naked.

Well I can't believe your mom even lets you have one like that, she sighed, 
I mean, I let your mom and sister get away with a lot when it came to how 
they dressed - or didn't, but there were still certain rules that had to be 
followed.

Not even for Grandpa? I asked before I caught myself. It was too late, it 
was already out there and nothing could bring the words back. If anything, it 
was like our conversation was opening her up though and she didn't respond as 
harshly as I was afraid she might. If there was one topic that was normally 
out of bounds it was incest.

Especially for him, she said rather rigidly and that was all that was said. 
Still, that was three more words than I had expected to hear.

At that point I should have known better and moved on but I was starting to 
get horny with all this talk about my mom and aunt. It was almost like I was 
drunk except I hadnt been drinking anything.

Grandma... why dont you like to talk about grandpa and my mom?

She shot me a look that told me I had indeed crossed the line and for a brief 
moment I was afraid she might get up and bolt from the room. Had I asked her 
earlier there wasnt a doubt in my mind that she would have but now that wed 
been talking for a while she seemed more open to this line of questioning.

Its just wrong Kelly, she explained softly, I know you dont agree with 
me but I just cant condone it. There are some things that arent exactly 
wise or safe - like the things your mom did at school and on dates. I can't 
say I exactly approved of the things she wore either but that was just 
clothes. 

She paused for a moment as if unsure of how to continue but then she took a 
deep breath and concluded with, But when I found out what he had done to 
your mother and especially to poor Linda when she was barely even twelve... 
well I just couldn't go along with that.

So why didn't you stop grandpa from doing it again?

Again she looked at me like I was some stranger in her eyes. And just how 
was I going to do THAT? she said with a note of exasperation in her voice. 
When men feel urges like that they cant be put aside forever. It certainly 
didnt help that they both seemed to enjoy it. Maybe if they had protested or 
fought back even a little bit I could have stepped in but it was all I could 
do to keep them off of him at times. You have no idea how glad I was when he 
finally built that garage out back.

Now THAT was an interesting point. The garage out back? So far as I knew, no 
car had ever been inside of it but they called it a garage because hed 
installed a garage door in the front of it to make it easier to get things in 
and out. Id always assumed it was more for his tool and a workshop but now 
based on my grandmothers comments I wondered what else might have been the 
motive behind building it?

I guess your mom never told you about THAT either, my grandmother smirked. 
They use to all disappear out there for hours at a time. Of course I knew 
what was going on back there but so long as they kept quiet about it and 
didnt discuss it in front of me I could live with it.

As she spoke the thought of plausible deniability came back to my head yet 
again. At the same time, I was getting other ideas as well. I wondered if she 
had intended that or if it was just a happy coincidence? Was she trying to 
give me a hint? There was no outward sign of anything like that but then you 
never know, my grandmother has surprised me enough this morning as it was.

You know he takes the girls to dance class on Thursday mornings, she 
pointed out, pulling back the blinds so we could see the neighbors house, 
He should be back any minute now.

I looked at her, not sure if she was teasing me, taunting me, or trying to 
give me a boost. As it turns out, I was wrong on all accounts.

Dont get me wrong... Im NOT try to help you out or anything like that, 
she assured me, Im sort of anxious to see you crash and burn one more time 
before you go.

Now that seemed a little harsh and even she seemed to realize what she had 
said, or least how it had sounded to me. Im sorry, I didn't mean that to be 
mean, I just meant that even you have to admit its sort of funny to see 
someone like you going all out and still getting turned down flat.

Well, isnt all that funny to me! I felt a slow burning in me and it wasn't 
from being horny. Well, Id show her. She thought she had Josh pegged but Id 
show her his true nature. ALL men are pigs at heart, if there was one thing I 
knew to be true that was it. For most men, being loyal to their wives was 
only a function of their opportunities. Id seen the looks in Joshs eyes, 
the way he repositioned his shorts when he talked to me. He wanted me, I was 
sure of it.

Until the last few minutes I might have teased him today and gone home horny 
and frustrated, but not devastated. Now my grandmother had thrown down the 
gauntlet, where that had been her intent or not. Id show her how wonderful 
her paragon of a neighbor really was. Shed see for herself that he was no 
better than any other father when it came to his desires and wants. He might 
not fuck his daughters bit before the day was out, hed be fucking someone 
other than his wife I had anything to say about it.

Well well just have to see about that, I said softly under my breath as I 
got up to put my plate in the sink. I half-expected her to warn me against 
doing anything or something like that but she was too smug about it all.


Chapter 6  Behind in the Count 
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Back in my room I practically tore off the tank top and rummaged through my 
suitcase until I found my slut bikini that was now at the bottom. Holding it 
up, I marveled at how tiny it was - there was practically no weight to it at 
all. It actually wasn't the easiest thing to put on as it had t be positioned 
practically perfectly to stay in place. With a normal bikini my boobs would 
fill the cups and the top would pretty much automatically find itself in the 
correct position. With this one it was more like it covered my nipples and 
not much else so it was a lot harder to get into the right position.

The bottoms similar in that there was no material in the back so the strong 
just worked its way up my ass between my cheeks. The real challenge came in 
the front where it tended to fold in on itself and push into my pussy slit so 
I was constantly having to run my fingers under it and spread it back out 
again. Definitely not legal for the city pools!

I walked barefoot back into the kitchen carrying a beach towel in one hand 
and my iPad in the other, ready to hit the deck. My grandmother was putting 
away the dishes when she turned to see me passing through.

You know Kelly, why dont you just go out naked and get it over with? she 
asked, sounding a little annoyed if anything.

I started to say something back but then thought better of it and instead 
just smiled and made my way out the back door and onto the deck. I noted that 
the car next door was still missing so Josh must not have made it home yet. I 
laid out the beach towel over the chaise lounge chair and moved it over close 
to the edge of the deck, pointing the head of the chair away from the lot 
line. I lay down on my belly, propping up on my elbows to read my email while 
I let my feet dangle over on each side for the chair, causing my crotch to be 
exposed to anyone who might be walking by. There was a large tree that hid me 
from the kitchen window of the house next door so if his wife should happen 
to look out she might notice that someone was lying out but she wouldnt get 
a really good view unless she came outside to check.

Looking up, I caught my grandmother as she looked out the window and then 
turned away, leaving me alone at least for the moment. I turned the other 
direction and looked at the garage. I had not even gone into it on my own 
before so I wondered if it was locked or anything like that. I was about to 
get up and check for myself when I heard a car pulling up the driveway behind 
me. I knew it could be only one person - Josh was returning home.

God, my pussy was tingling like there was an electric current flowing through 
me. I was SOOOOO horny. Where I was he had to see me when he got out of the 
car so I had to believe that he would stop over to check me out. What I 
REALLY wanted to do was slip my bottoms off completely and start rubbing 
myself in front of him but I was afraid that might be too bold at the moment 
at least. Granted, there was technically little difference between them being 
on or off but it was the principle involved.

The car engine stopped and I waited for the door to open but nothing 
happened. Just as I was about to twist around to see what was going on, I 
heard the door open and the slam shut. Had he seen me?   Was he heading my 
way?

Good morning Kelly... last day, eh? I heard a voice behind me. Of course it 
was Josh - like who else would it be?

Oh hi Josh, I hadnt expected to see you today. My grandma said you had left 
early.

Oh that... I just dropped the girls off at dance, he said, taking his usual 
spot at the rail as I turned on my said to face him. It lasts about two 
hours - two hours more than I can take, he laughed.
 
Oh? I would think there would be lots of dad there to watch them, I teased 
him. He ignored my rather lame attempt at humor, probably best that he did.

So do you like my new suit? I couldn't resist asking.

A little risqu, dont you think? he answered, whistling softly to take the 
edge off.

Thats NOT what I asked.

Josh laughed but it sounded a little more nervous this time. Well, it DOES 
show off your figure quite nicely.

I wasn't going to let him off the hook THAT easily so I said it again, a 
little more forcefully this time, Josh... Thats NOT what I asked!

OK, OK, you win... you look GREAT in it, he finally responded.

I always thought my ass was my best part, I said trying to sound 
absentminded, What do you think Josh? Are you an ass man, tits or legs?

How about all of the above? he stammered.

Youre NOT being very cooperative this morning Josh, I teased him as much 
as I dared, Im not making you uncomfortable, am I?

Why not, he lied, Why would I be uncomfortable?

I turned over onto my back then, letting my legs hang over the sides of the 
lounge chair so my crotch was exposed rather blatantly to him. My bottoms had 
gone back to their usual place, pulling up between my pussy lips so I was for 
all practical purposes naked below the waist.

So if youre not an ass, legs or tit guy, then that must mean you prefer 
pussy, am I right Josh? I asked, lifting my hips up ever so slightly but 
just enough for him to see me doing it.

Ummmmm Kelly... I dont think this is appropriate, he said, drawing in a 
deep breath but at the same time his eyes were riveted on my freshly shaven 
pussy.

Then maybe I should leave, he offered although he wasnt even leaning away 
from me at this point.

Thats up to you Josh... If thats what you really want.

He looked confused and conflicted. On the one hand his male ego was telling 
him fuck her, I was sure of that. Then again, maybe he WAS the saint my 
grandmother had made him out to be. Sure he wasn't exactly turning his eyes 
away from me but at the same time he wasn't making any real moves either. In 
any case I had a nasty suspicion that if I didn't do more forceful - and do 
it quickly, that his angelic side would take control before anything better 
could happen.

Just then he looked back over his shoulder at his house and stood up 
straight, tugging at his shirt which was hanging out of his shorts.

I REALLY have to go Kelly, sorry... Karen must have heard me drive up and I 
dont want her coming out to see where I am with you... well you know what I 
mean.

Before I could say a word in reply he turned and quickly walked back to the 
house and went inside, leaving me with this sinking feeling that maybe my 
grandmother was right after all. It had been going so well - TOO well in fact 
now that I had time to think about it. After a week of playing it cool and 
coy, did I really think it was going to be so easy to turn him?

I know people get the impression that I easily get every guy I go after but 
the reality is there can be a lot of work involved sometimes. It also helps 
that I dont just go after every walking dick with a wife and kids. The truth 
is there ARE a lot of faithful husbands out there. True, maybe its more 
because they are too intimidated or scared to do anything but for whatever 
reason, they dont cheat on their wives - and wont no matter what temptation 
is put in front of them. What I HAVE learned is that is more the quiet and 
shy ones that are the most faithful. Its the outgoing braggarts that try to 
impress everyone with how saintly they are and what a perfect marriage he and 
his wife have that are the ones most likely to cheat. My experience has been 
that the more a guy tries to impress people with how virtuous he is, the more 
he is usually hiding. 

So I guess you could say my high success rate when it comes to going after 
my favorite pastime - married men, is something like a baseball player having 
a high batting average if he gets to pick the pitchers he faces and what 
pitches they can throw. When you stack the odds in your favor, youre more 
likely not to have face rejection.

All this said it was little wonder I was having problems with Josh. He never 
said a word about his marriage - he just lived a respectable and moral life 
without making an issue out of it. Everything Id seen this past week told me 
he was a loving wife, a caring father and an all-around decent man. Yep, all 
the more reason I wanted him to fuck me! Any girl can get a jerk of a husband 
to fuck her. Josh was now officially a challenge and I never back away from a 
good challenge. The only problem was, I had less than a day to go and so far 
I was way behind in the count and looking to stroke out if I didnt get my 
act together.

So you struck out I see, my grandmother teased me when I returned to the 
house to get a glass of water. I just frowned which only seemed to encourage 
her. I told you he wasn't that type, didnt I? I have to see, seeing you out 
there all but naked making a fool of yourself was a bit refreshing. Sort of 
restored my faith in human decency.

Wow! Now THAT was a bit harsh I thought. I looked at her with disbelief. Had 
my own grandmother actually SAID that? Even she looked a little sheepish now 
but I had no doubt she meant every word, even if she wasnt entirely 
comfortable with having said it to my face.

I went to the bedroom and undid the bikini and put it away in my suitcase. Oh 
well, so much for THAT idea. It wasn't exactly the most comfortable thing to 
wear so I rummaged through my things and found a pair of loose gym shorts and 
a cut-off t-shirt that came just down below my boobs. Returning to the family 
room, my grandmother was watching some silly game show on the television.

Well, I guess thats a little better, she said when she realized I was back 
after checking me over. So I was just wondering... youre getting married in 
a few weeks, just had a wedding shower for cripes sake, and still youre 
flaunting yourself to other men and if I get this right, trying to have sex 
with them. How does that all work for Steve or do you hide it from him?

I sat down on the love seat across from her and explained to her the 
arrangements that Steve and I had worked out so far as swapping and such. 
Needless to say I didnt breath a word about some of Steves other 
inclinations such as his feelings for younger girls and such. That was still 
something I waffled over as it seemed one day I was turned on by the whole 
thing and then the next totally set against it. I also didnt elaborate on 
the swapping thing other than a brief overview - certainly no tales of any of 
the things we had done so far with other couples.

My grandmother listed to me without interrupting and I could tell she wanted 
to ask more questions but yet she also acted like she didn't want to know any 
more so I left it at that. We turned our attention to the games show but 
after a few minutes she sat up straight again and I could see she was 
struggling with something. Finally she took a deep breath and came out with 
it.

Does Steve know about you and your father or is that something youre going 
to stop when you get married?

Hmmmmmm, loaded question. I could tell from her tone that she was expecting 
me to say he knew nothing about it and that I would be bringing it to a halt 
once we were hitched, maybe even already. Then again, maybe that was what she 
was HOPING was the case. Only one way to find out...

He knows everything Grandma... everything, I said softly, Why do you ask?

I was throwing it back at her because this was a subject she normally avoided 
like a dead skunk so why was she bringing it back up now?

Just curious I guess, she said, trying to sound flippant but I could tell 
she was anxious to dig a little deeper so I just kept quiet and let her work 
her way up to it.

You DO know your father use to go out in the back garage with your mom and 
grandfather, dont you? she asked but it was more a rhetorical question than 
one she was expecting me to answer as she knew full well that I did indeed 
know. I knew where she was leading with the question though so I answered 
without her having to ask more.

Steves not that way Grandma... he wont be doing things like that, I 
assured her and she actually seemed a bit relieved by that although I 
couldn't figure out why since it really had nothing to do with her. It wasn't 
like Steve and my dad were going to come here and head to the back garage to 
have sex, even if Steve WAS into that sort of thing.

Maybe I should have left well enough alone but I couldnt resist throwing in 
one more thing. But he DOES have a thing for Aunt Linda.

Now THAT seemed to take her by surprise. No doubt had I said he was having 
sex to Kristi she would have taken that with a grain of salt. After all, not 
many men wouldnt given the chance. Seeing her expression, I was reminded of 
those words she had said when I came back in after Josh had turned me away. 
Looking back, I should have been more mature and kept quiet but after her 
hurtful words I couldn't help myself.

Oh and by the way, yes he has done mom - back when she came for my 
birthday.

As soon as I said it I wanted to take the words back as she seemed so sad and 
disappointed. My grandmother had always been wonderful to me and as 
supportive as anyone in my family. Sure she had let her emotions get the 
better of her for a brief moment but that didnt justify me being hurtful in 
response. I got up and walked over to her and hugged her, telling her I was 
sorry and I didn't mean to hurt her.

Thats OK Kelly, youre just telling me the truth and I appreciate it... I 
really do, she said trying to keep her voice from cracking. I guess I was 
just hoping that maybe things would be different for you once you got 
married.

I took her hand and smiled at her, assuring her that I was happier now than I 
had ever been in my life and that she had nothing to worry about. She just 
nodded but I felt better and vowed to myself to be more careful about what I 
said to her in the few hours I had left before I went home.

As we sat there I heard a door closing and I looked out to see Karen and the 
girls getting in her car. Josh wasnt with them so I wondered what was going 
on. Everyone seemed happy and I didn't have a clue watching them where they 
were going or why. Soon the car backed out and they were gone. Hmmmmmm, maybe 
my dad wasnt over yet!

My grandmother saw me watching the events next door and must have been 
reading my mind again when she said, I swear all she does is take those 
girls shopping. Why anyone needs so many clothes is beyond me.

Assuming she was right - and who better to know the habits of the neighbors 
more than her, that meant I had a least a couple of hours or more. The 
question was, now what? I had tried what seemed to be a more outgoing 
approach and failed miserably. Did I need to go back to being subtle or was 
something more outlandish being called for? Giving the small window of 
opportunity and my failure to date with the less than direct methods, if I 
was really going to get anywhere with Josh that meant there was only one 
option available to me now.

Kelly, can't you leave well enough alone? my grandmother asked me, once 
again doing her mind-reading act with brilliant results. Still, I need to 
prove something to her as now it had become as much about showing her what I 
could do as it was about just having Josh fuck me. She had seemed so pleased 
with herself when he turned me down earlier that I felt this burning need 
inside of me now to prove to her that he was no better than any other 
cheating husband.

One last try and if he turns me down I promise that will be the end of it, 
OK? I bargained with her.

Seriously Kelly, why? she asked almost plaintively. Hes really a good man 
and he doesnt need his marriage ruined because you feel some perverted need 
to prove anything to me.

Im not going to ruin his marriage grandma, I assured her, His wife will 
never know unless he tells her... or YOU do.

A wife knows Kelly, she said softly, Trust me, youll understand soon 
enough yourself. When your husband has sex with someone else you just know 
it. I caught the inference - she knew that I knew that my grandfather had 
never cheated on her with any other woman so when she mentioned that a wife 
knew, what she was telling me that a mother knew as well. I thought back 
to when my mom and her sister were teenage girls having sex with their dad. 
Of course she knew what they were doing - it was sort of hard to completely 
hide that sort of thing. With Josh it was different. He wasn't going to be 
fucking his daughters and so long as he showered afterwards, there was no way 
Karen would ever find out so long as his guilty conscience didnt get in the 
way.


Chapter 7  Never Say Never 
===========================

Time was ticking by and every minute passing was one less minute for me to 
work with so if I was going to do anything the time was now. Without another 
word I got up and headed for the door leading out to the deck. I briefly 
debated changing clothes but then what did I have with that was all that much 
better than what I was wearing now? Besides, more ideas were coming to mind 
and I didn't think it was going to matter for long what I wore anyway. I 
didn't even look back to my grandmother as I shut the door behind me and 
headed straight for the neighbors back door.

Something you need Kelly? Josh asked when he answered my knock on the door.

YOU! I responded firmly and without another word, I stripped off my shorts 
and t-shirt leaving me standing there naked on the landing.

Oh my God, what are you doing Kelly? People will see you! he exclaimed, 
glancing in both directions anxiously.

The reality was nobody could see me, at least not very likely. To the one 
side was my grandmother and she didn't count. The house on the other side was 
built closer to the street and so it wasn't visible when I stood this close 
to his back door. Behind us was the church but it was actually more up past 
my grandmothers house and they had put up large evergreens to block the view 
of their parking lot from the homes that were already there so even if 
someone was there in the middle of the day they couldnt be seeing anything. 
There was a highway on the other side of the church property but it was over 
a couple of hundred yards away or so which meant nobody would be seeing 
anything recognizable from that distance. Considering we were right in the 
middle of a suburban neighborhood, I was about as safe as I could be when it 
came to anyone seeing me standing there nude.

Well, are you going to ask me in or just make me stand here naked outside? 
I asked him teasingly.

Josh seemed frantic now. Fuck no... but you cant come in here... not 
dressed like THAT.

He must have been really worked up as that was the first time hed sworn in 
front of me all week - even after the time he got a sliver in his hand while 
leaving over the deck railing. I was going to point out to him that I wasn't 
really dressed like anything as I didn't have stitch of clothes on.

Well then either invite me in or come with me to the back garage, I 
responded. He didn't seem too thrilled with either option so I reiterated his 
options saying, Im NOT getting dressed so either you choose or Ill just 
stay out here until someone sees me.

He seemed resigned to having only one option. It was obvious form the way he 
was blocking the doorway that he was never going to let me in the house which 
is why I quickly came up with the back garage option. I reached down to pick 
up my clothes and started back towards the garage. At first he didn't follow 
but I called out to him and he then came out, closing the door behind him. 
Thankfully my grandmother never locked the side door to the garage and so in 
a few seconds we were both standing there in the cool air still trapped 
inside the garage from the previous night.

Kelly, I dont know what youre doing or what youre thinking I may have 
someone implied during the past week during our conversations, but this has 
to stop right now, understand? he said firmly, keeping his distance from me.

Oh come on Josh, I saw the way you looked at me before. Ive seen the way 
your dick gets hard under your shorts... just like it is now.

At that Josh shifted his shorts, trying unsuccessfully to make the rising 
tent less noticeable.

Alright so Im a guy... sue me, he came back, But I dont do this sort of 
thing.

Oh, and what sort of thing is that Josh? I asked pretending to be all nave 
and innocent - or at least much as I could while standing there nude in front 
of him.

You know damn well what I mean, he came back rather angrily this time, Now 
enough is enough... get yourself decent and Im going back home now, ALONE.

Yeah, like I was going to let THAT happen!

If you leave now Ill tell Karen you came over and forced me to have sex 
with you, I called out to him as he started to open the door to leave. It 
was a drastic move but drastic times call out for drastic measures and I was 
running out of other ideas.

He turned and started at me, his eyes burning into mine. You would never...

Look at me Josh, I countered, Do I look like the kind of girl that 
wouldn't?

Youre a fucking slut, he practically spat out, Why would I screw a girl 
like you in the first place?

Normally I take the word slut as a compliment, like when my dad called me 
his little slut. In this case I could tell that Josh meant it as anything 
BUT a compliment. Oh well, sticks and stones...

Simple... because you have no choice, I answered.

Shell never believe you... you DO know that, he tried debating with me, 
Just last night she was telling me she couldn't believe how you dressed in 
front of your grandmother.

I gave him a smirk and took a step forward. All the more reason why she WILL 
believe me.

The bravado disappeared from Joshs face and his shoulders slumped in 
dejection. PLEASE Kelly, I beg you dont do this. I love Karen and I can't 
cheat on her.

I took yet another step and was now just a couple of feet away from him but 
he made no move to reach out to me. Yeah right, just like you dont get off 
seeing your daughters run around in those little bikinis.

It was a shot in the dark and I almost laughed at his response. His eyes 
widened like he couldn't believe I had even mentioned such a thing, let alone 
accused him of anything.

Shit, what kind of person ARE you? he gasped, Thats just sick. I would 
never do anything like that.

The funny thing is I believed him. Now when it came to their hot little 
friends I would have bet the answer would have been different but there was 
just something so honest about his face right then that I truly did believe 
he didnt think about his own daughters that way. I wondered what he would 
have said had I told him what had gone on in this very garage in the past but 
for once I kept my mouth shut. No doubt that might have been enough to scare 
him off no matter what the potential consequences. It was all a major bluff 
anyway as I never would have breathed a word to his wife but then he didn't 
know that.

I want to suck your dick Josh, I said softly as I took a final step and was 
now right in front of him. I reached for his belt and he started to push my 
hand away but I firmly pushed him aside and he just stood there motionless. 
Soon he was undone and I pulled his zipper down and reached down inside his 
boxer shorts until I felt his dick - or to be more exact, his erection. Yep, 
he was hard as a flag pole!

Mmmmmmm, I knew you wanted me, I cooed as I pulled his pants and shorts 
down to expose his raging hard-on.

Please Kelly, dont do this, he begged softly but I would have no part of 
it.

Holding his hard cock in my hand, I stroked it slowly with my fingers wrapped 
lightly around it. Tell me you dont like this Josh... You know you want 
it.

Please.... he groaned as I bent my knees and lowered my head down until my 
face was level with his crotch. I looked up at him and saw with watching me, 
his face a classic mix of fear and lust.

It wasnt a no, that much was for sure. OK, so maybe it was implied but I 
wasnt going to stop now anyway no matter how much he begged so it was a moot 
point. I could smell the musky odor of his manhood as I licked my lips at the 
sight of his hard dick poking out from a forest of thick black pubic hair. No 
trimming by this guy! God I wanted this dick!

Tell me you want me to suck it Josh... Tell me.

I cant Kelly... dont make me do that, he begged, his voice sounding more 
like that a little boy now as his lust grew in him. 

Tell me Josh... beg me to suck your dick. You know you want me to, I 
murmured firmly as my hand worked on his cock while my other was cradling his 
hairy balls, rolling them gently between my fingers.

For a moment I thought he might actually hold out as the garage went silent 
with nothing but the sound of our breath and the slight noise I was making 
stroking his cock. Mmmmmmm, I wanted it in my mouth SOOOOO badly.

OK, you win dammit... I want you to suck it, he finally caved.

For a moment I wanted to let out a whoop of victory but I wasn't going to 
spook him. I looked up and our eyes locked as I smiled and reached out with 
my tongue to just touch the tip of his cock as I held it still. God it felt 
so warm and firm! I couldn't wait to taste it but I wanted this moment to be 
memorable for us both. His eyes widened as my tongue ran around the rim of 
his dick head and then up and down his smooth shaft until I felt his furry 
pubic hair against my face.

Mmmmmmm, I love your dick Josh, I murmured as I opened my mouth just enough 
to let the head fit inside. YES! I had his dick in my mouth and now I knew I 
had him. There was no turning back now and we both seemed to sense it as I 
started to suck on his cock slowly and deliberately.

Oh my god, he whispered as I took it all the way in until my face was 
pressed against the base of his shaft.

Josh had what I would call an average cock both in length and thickness. 
Nothing to brag about but big enough to get the job done which is what 
counted in the end after all. His pubic hair was thick but not so overgrown 
as to be gross. He smelled somewhat of sweat and lust, the sweat part no 
doubt from having run around town already this morning but so much that it 
turned me off.

I held the base of the shaft in my hand and let it drop from my mouth as I 
looked up at him and smiled, licking my lips. 

So tell me Josh, does Karen suck you like this?

His answer took me by surprise. Karen doesnt believe in oral sex. She says 
its dirty.

My eyes widened and I felt my heart skip a beat. Cool!

So youve never had your dick sucked before?

There was one girl back in high school, Josh gasped as I took the head of 
his dick back in my mouth as she answered. Karen doesnt know anything about 
her though. Besides, she wasn't very good anyway... not like this.

Well what more could I ask for? It was music to my ears, the perfect 
situation. God, how could any woman NOT like to suck cock? Oh sure, I knew of 
others who didn't but it still never ceased to amaze me. OK, so I liked being 
fucked more but I LOVED sucking dick. Over the years Ive sucked off a lot 
more guys than Ive let fuck me, probably by a margin of at least four or 
five to one. Back in high school it was a rare date indeed that I didnt suck 
the guys off but I was a lot more choosey about who fucked me. Face it, a 
girl has to maintain her reputation.

I lifted myself up a little higher until his dick was between my boobs and I 
pushed them up against him, using them to rub his dick which he seemed to 
enjoy as well. Now and then I would reach down and lick on it or spit to make 
it easier to slide up and down.

So tell me Josh, does that mean you dont eat Karens pussy either? I asked 
softly. He shook his head as his response so I asked, Have you ever eaten 
one? This time he nodded but didn't offer any further details.

I stood up, keeping my hand on his wet dick like a leash and moved over to 
the work bench where I let go of his cock and put my hands behind me so I 
could lift myself up on it. The wood felt cool against my bare ass as I 
spread my legs and started to play with myself in front of him.

Eat my pussy Josh, I said gently, spreading my legs as wide apart as I 
could. He seemed to hesitate for a second but then his lust won out and I 
knew at the moment he was finally mine. There wasn't going to be any need for 
me to encourage him, let alone force him to do anything to me from this point 
onward.

I gasped as his tongue ran over my wet clit and his finger pressed inside of 
me. Wow, he wasn't wasting any time! He looked up at me and I couldn't see 
his mouth as he pushed it tight up against my pussy do he could push his 
tongue up inside of me as much as he could. God it felt incredible!

Make me cum Josh... Oh god make me cum hard, it was my turn to beg. Sure 
part of it was an act to turn him but on but I really DID want him to make me 
cum! The more he licked me the less of an act it became and the more I really 
did need to orgasm. I leaned back on my elbows on the dusty workbench - I 
really should have thought ahead and come out to clean it off but then it 
wasnt all THAT dirty. 

Oh god, right there! I cried out softly as his tongue flickered right over 
my enflamed clit. I could feel my orgasm rising in me and my hips thrust 
upward, riving my crotch tighter into his face as I started to cum. I was 
feeling SO damn good. Between the physical pleasure he was giving me and the 
motional satisfaction of finally having him for sex, it was making me cum 
harder than I had all week, even when I was on the web cam for Steve.

I just had to have him now. I wanted his dick in me so badly. Actually it was 
more than just a want... I NEEDED his dick in me. My pussy was practically 
screaming to be filled by his wonderfully hard dick.

Fuck me Josh... Oh god please fuck me now, I begged yet again. Deep down 
perhaps I was expecting him to protest, to make one last stand in defense of 
the honor of his wedding vows, of his respect for his wife. For a man who had 
been so steadfast in his solemn vows could he actually do me now? Sure Id 
sucked his dick and he had licked to orgasm but there was a BIG step between 
oral sex and REAL sex. Until now while his wife might have other ideas, 
legally he was still safe as he hadnt committed an act of adultery. To do 
THAT he needed to put dick inside of me, to actually have sex with me.

Well, maybe it was s big step in my eyes but now that he had crossed the line 
it seemed Josh wasnt even thinking about holding back any longer. Besides, 
Id said those magic words that every man loves to hear, Fuck me.

Standing up between my legs, I scooted back just enough for my feet to rest 
on the workbench top but still leave my pussy accessible to his cock. He 
reached down and with one hand he grabbed his stiff shaft and with the other 
he reached down to spread my pussy apart. We both watched as he positioned 
the head of his dick at the entrance to my soaking wet pussy, then rubbing it 
up and down my pussy slit until he was all wet and slick 0once again. Damn, 
if he had rubbed me just a little more I might have come again before he even 
got it in me! 

Just as I thought he was about to finally push it in me, I heard him groan 
and then he pulled back just a little, not more than an inch but enough to 
make me wonder what was happening.

Oh god, what am I doing? he sighed and I could see the conflict written all 
over his face. 

Well, maybe he did indeed recognize the significance of what he was about to 
do. I had no doubt whatsoever that I was the first girl he was this close to 
fucking beside his wife since they had been married. Indeed, I was wondering 
just how many girls hed had sex with before he got married. From the sounds 
of it, there was probably at least one but it didn't seem like there had been 
all that many.

Fuck me Josh... I want you to fuck me, I encouraged him gently, You know 
you want to feel it in me... you know you want it.

Forgive me, he muttered. I dont know to whom he was saying it but it 
wasn't me. Well, whether it was to his wife or God, it didn't matter. All 
that mattered to me was the sensation if his dick forcing its way inside of 
me. Oh yeah, he was fucking me now!

Once the head was in me he seemed to hesitate but it didn't matter I the act 
was committed and nothing could undo it. From now until the day he died he 
would never forget this moment, this act. Every time he made love to Karen in 
the future he would remember how it felt to push his ck inside of me, how it 
felt as he slowly but forcefully press it deeper and deeper inside of me 
until finally his crotch et up against me and he was completely inside of me. 
How could he ever forget the feel of our two bodies joined together as much 
as any two people could be?

Perhaps this is what makes adultery such a horrible sin - the fact that not 
only was there the physical act involved but the emotions and memories lasted 
forever, well beyond any physical pleasures. Adultery is not just a husband 
fucking another woman outside his family - it is really the intention behind 
it. It is the act of hiding it, the secrecy, and the betrayal that makes it 
what it is. Two people swapping dont commit adultery as there is nothing 
that the other doesnt know about and approve. Its the betrayal, the broken 
promises, the treachery that defines adultery, not just the physical act. And 
yes, what Josh was doing now was indeed adultery as had Karen any idea what 
was happening right now between us...

I picked my legs up and wrapped them around Josh, locking my ankles as I 
pulled him in tighter into me. He slipped his hands under my ass, grapping my 
butt as pulling me up into him as well. Each of us wanted the same thing - to 
have his buried as deep inside of me as possible! We hadnt even kissed up to 
this point and I wasn't expecting him to either. This was all about sex - 
raw, animal lust. Josh didn't love me or even like me for that matter. I was 
a pussy to him, something to fulfill his needs and desires, a fuck toy and 
nothing more. Then again, at this moment all I cared about was his dick and 
how it felt inside of me. I loved the way it felt as he moved it around 
inside of me, rubbing it all over me as he fondled my ass.

Oh Josh... It feels so good in me, I gasped as my next orgasm began, Tell 
me you love fucking me.

Whether it was the motion of his dick in me, my hand on my clit, his hands on 
my ass or his next words, the result was the same - a massive orgasm that 
wracked my body like Id been hit by a lightning bolt. I closed my eyes and 
focused on the feeling of him deep inside of me as his words came out like 
the sweetest music.

Youre so fucking tight... so good... god I love the way you do that with 
your pussy!

He was referred to how my pussy grabs down on whatevers in it when I cum, 
like it wants to just hold on to it and never let it escape. After two kids 
and almost twenty years of marriage Karens pussy must feel like a loose bad 
compared to my tight pussy as I felt him struggle to pump it in me as my 
entire world collapsed to where nothing existed except his dick and my pussy. 
He just kept moaning and groaning, one minute telling me how good it felt and 
the next it would be something about how he couldn't believe what he was 
doing. Both sides of the conversation turned me on!

Fuck Im gonna cum, he groaned and I felt him lean back in preparation to 
pull out of me. Well, not if I had anything to say about it!

Cum in me Josh. I want you to cum in my pussy, I managed to somehow get out 
in the midst of my pleasure. I gripped him even tighter with my legs, doing 
my best to prevent him from escaping.

Oh shit... here it cums, he cried out as I felt his hips thrust himself 
even deeper into me until he practically pushed me backwards, his hands on my 
ass the only things holding me in place as he ground his hairy crotch into 
me. Then he did it again... and again... and yet again and I knew with each 
thrust any other load of his sperm was being ejected out of the end of his 
dick and deposited deep within me.

After he had finished cumming he pulled his hands out from under me finally 
and rested them on the workbench top on each side of me, leaning over me as 
he struggled to catch his breath. I loved it that he wasn't trying to pull 
out of me right away but instead seemed to enjoy the afterglow feeling of his 
now spent dick as it rested in me surrounded by his cum.

You ARE on birth control, arent you, he said out of the blue. Well NOW was 
a fine time to ask! I just giggled and nodded. I suppose it wouldve been 
naughty of me to say I wasn't and see how he reacted but after having fucked 
me so well I just didn't have the heart to pull such a trick.

This is crazy, he said then, standing upright and reaching behind him to 
unlock my ankles. He grabbed each ankle and gently lowered them down as he 
stepped back and his dick slipped out of me. I loved the way it looked, not 
hard anymore but now getting softer as time went by, covered with s sticky 
mix of our combined cum. Actually it looked delicious!

Let me clean you off, I offered. I stood up and he started looking around 
evidently thinking that I meant finding a towel or clothe to wipe him clean. 
Well, THAT wasn't going to happen, not with me anyway. That was probably what 
Karen did I was guessing. Well, I would show him how his wife SHOULD be 
taking care of him.

Hold still, I said firmly as I gripped his cock and then leaned over to 
suck him clean. He seemed a bit surprised t first but there was no 
misunderstanding the groan that he released when I started to suckle on his 
dwindled dick. I wondered if I was the first girl to suck his dick clean 
after fucking her. The odds seemed in favor of it assuming what he had been 
telling so far was true. Cool. Mmmmmmm, it tasted so good!

Like most men, Joshs lust seemed to have escaped him along with his sperm 
and it was looking more and more like he was starting to realize the 
magnitude of what he had just done. Grabbing his boxers and pants, he started 
to quickly dress, muttering something about how Karen was going to kill him. 
I stayed nude and as I stood there I could feel his cum starting to drain 
from me. He seemed so distraught but I assured him that I would never tell 
anyone about what had happened so he had nothing to worry about.

Once he got his belt snug he seemed ready to go but before he did he turned 
to me with his arms crossed - some serious body language was going on here.

So are you happy now? he asked, more of an accusation than a question so I 
just grinned and kept my mouth shut for once. So now what? Are you going to 
blackmail or what? What happens next time youre here?

It was like he was a general who had just surrendered and was asking for 
terms. In a way that was not a bad analogy but the key difference here was 
that there were no repercussions for his surrender, at least none imposed by 
me. I assured him of that and that I would never say a word to anyone.

So what if I want to do you again? he asked. From the tone and his 
expression I got the idea it was not a real questions that he wanted answered 
but more of a leader to another question which I chose to answer instead 
before he asked.

Sorry, I told you that you were safe from me and that goes both ways.

Josh frowned but I didnt think it was because he was upset that he couldn't 
fuck me again and sure enough, he did have other issues.

So what then? Im just some sort of notch on your belt? Just another horny 
husband that you tricked into betraying his wife?

If I was being honest the answer was a resounding yes but I didn't want to 
be cruel. After all, he HAD fucked me nicely and I owed him something for 
that. So instead I shook my head and swore it was nothing like that.

Then what WAS this all about? he demanded, starting to get a bit agitated 
now.

Can't a girl just want to get laid? I responded rather lamely.

Something tells me you dont have to worry about THAT much, he muttered. He 
reached for the door and opened it, turning to say his final words.

You know, I really dont know whether to thank you or curse you. Just 
promise me one thing - we NEVER even discuss this ever again, OK?

It was fine with me. While we might never talk about it again, I knew from 
past experience that all I needed to see was his eyes on me and that would 
tell me more than a book of words.

Dont forget to shower before Karen gets home, I said with a smile, waving 
goodbye to him. When he was gone I reached down to get my clothes off the 
floor. I debated putting them on but then what would be the point for the few 
steps it would take me to get to the deck and then to the family room. So 
long as Karen and the girls didnt pull up at that moment, nobody would see 
me anyway.

I scampered across the deck and into the house where my grandmother was 
seated on the couch waiting for me. Oh she had the game shows on still but 
there was no doubt what she was really waiting for.

You know, you remind me so much of your aunt, was all she said as I entered 
the house. I mustve looked a wreck with my hair all over the place and 
Joshs cum draining out of me. Still, she didnt make any comment about my 
nudity which rather surprised me - or of me fucking Josh, which surprised me 
even more. That one little comment and for the rest of my stay that was the 
only thing she had to say about the matter.

Later that afternoon Karen and the girls returned. I was shocked when Karen 
came over while after they got home and for a brief moment I thought maybe 
the guilt had been too much for Josh and now she was coming over to exact her 
revenge. Instead she invited me over to use the pool as it was so incredibly 
stifling hot that afternoon.

Of course nothing sexual happened in the pool. Indeed, the girls had to 
practically drag their dad out to join in. The entire time he never looked me 
in the eye, not even once but nobody seemed to notice. His daughters looked 
hot in their tiny bikinis and I imagined how my dad would be reacting if he 
was here now - or my fiance for that matter. Sure they were getting to be a 
bit at the upper end of their target age group, but as cute and tanned as 
they were what man would NOT be turned on by the sight of them? Once when 
Karen went in to get some drinks and the girls were messing around on a float 
I tried flashing quickly for Josh. I was pretty sure he saw me but he didn't 
a valiant effort at ignoring me. By now most of his cum was long gone from me 
but as I saw him in his swim trunks I couldn't help but recall the sight of 
his beautiful erection and I wondered what his daughters would say if they 
knew that just a couple of hours earlier their deer sweet dad had screwed the 
neighbor girl who was swimming with them now.

That night it was my turn to do the talking when I cammed for Steve. Actually 
I also did the masturbating but this time he got to watch me as I relived 
every moment of the morning. OK, so maybe I embellished it a little in the 
telling but who would convict me? It was sort of funny though that with the 
show I gave him and the story I had to tell, what really got him off was when 
I emailed him some photos I had sneaked out the window of the neighbor girls 
running around in their cute little bikinis!

THE END