Subject: Anniversary Present
Story Codes: MF oral incest father daughter
Diary Date: July 10, 2017
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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It's been almost six years since I pledged myself to my husband. Six of
the most wonderful years of my life! I wanted to give him the best
anniversary present but with limited financial resources, nothing I
thought about seemed within reach. Fortunately I have a wonderful father
who can never say no his little girl =- given the right persuasion!
For the sake of our privacy I don't mention the actual resort name or
location. I could've made up something but then someone would've either
pointed out it wasn't real or if I'd used a different one then I would
have had more critics. Oh well, can't make everyone happy!
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - Love Being Married
Chapter 2 - Persuading My Dad
Chapter 3 - Resort Introduction
Chapter 4 - Beach Massage
Chapter 1 - Love being Married
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Wow, SIX years! It seems almost impossible to believe it's been that
many years since I stood in my wedding dress in front of friends and
family as I pledged myself to my husband. It seems like yesterday that
my father was walking me down the aisle give my hand to another man while
my pussy still tingled from my final time together with him as a single
woman.
Looking back over those years it seems even more impossible that so much
has happened in such a short time. When I see our two beautiful
daughters I'm amazed at the incredible results of our love making.
Indeed, if anything shows to the world the love we share in bed (and lots
of other places) it's our children.
While it's "only" been six years we've still beaten the odds according to
the surveys I've seen. It seems such a shame so many marriages fail by
this time whereas I'd contend that ours is stronger than ever. Whenever
I say something that people almost immediately ask me what's the secret.
Unfortunately, as much as I'd love to tell them for better or worse there
are few who I would dare tell everything!
Of course there's are a lot I can say to most anyone about the success of
our marriage. First and foremost, as a Christian wife I submit to my
husband in accordance with scripture. Oh the eye rolling I get when some
people hear me say that but that just tells me they don't have a clue
what scripture actually says regarding marriage and roles. So many
people will pluck a verse here and there and then use them totally out of
context. I won't go into the details here other than to say I'm NOT my
husband's slave or anything kinky. Yes, I recognize him as the head of
the household but I still get a say in everything. At the same time he
loves and respects me as a woman, mother and daughter.
Another "secret" to the success of our marriage is that we're committed
to living within our means which avoids the complications of financial
hardship that seem to tear so many marriages apart. Although that's
meant living in a small apartment, driving older cars, and limiting
travel and entertainment costs, fortunately neither of us are driven by
material wealth. OK, I DO love clothes and jewelry! As for
entertainment, what we love best is for the most part free - SEX.
Steve and I both grew up with active sexual lives. Indeed, I had quite
the reputation in school, one which I worked hard for and was quite proud
of even to this day. Steve was quite popular with the girls and indeed I
was amazed he even asked me out given his reputation for chasing the ones
with the big boobs while mine were far from that. When we discussed our
upcoming marriage we both agreed that our rings would symbolize our
commitment and love but that didn't mean we had to suddenly stop doing
the things we loved.
The first thing people say when I tell them this is something like, "Oh,
so you have an open marriage." Frankly, I don't like that description as
it seems to imply that we're not totally committed to one another, at
least sexually. Nothing could be further from the truth! There is only
one man in the world I make love to - my husband. EVERY other man I have
sex with, even my own father, is fucking me. I don't say that that to be
crude or crass, it's simply the easiest way to describe any sex with
someone other than my husband. I enjoy sex with other men for one reason
- I LOVE sex. It's that simple. It has NOTHING to do with my marriage
or my feelings for Steve. It's the same for him and I believe this is a
major reason for the strength of our marriage - we love each other enough
and trust each other enough to not be jealous. Indeed, I think nothing
turns Steve on more than to watch me with another man and see how badly
he wants me. When it's over though, Steve knows whose bed I'll be in
plus he gets to have me as much as he wants unlike that guy who only
could enjoy it for a short time. While I personally don't get nearly as
turned on watching Steve with other women, it's more because I'm much
more of an exhibitionist than a voyeur.
So with our six year anniversary approaching... what was I going to get
for the man I loved more than anyone else in the world?
I was discussing my dilemma with my Aunt Linda one day while my dad was
working at his office downtown. After my mom divorced my dad and moved
to Oregon to be near her best friend her sister moved in practically the
very next day. There were the not-unexpected snide remarks and whispers
amongst much of the family but it didn't bother me as I knew nothing
really changed - just more convenient for them both. My dad still loves
my mom and I know beyond any doubt that he could never feel that love
again for anyone, not even her sexy sister.
As I talked Aunt Linda listened patiently while leaning over the kitchen
table such that her exposed breasts were just touching. She'd always had
a bit of a nudist streak in her, unlike my mom who never liked to be seen
without at least a bra and panties. Over the years I'd become accustomed
to it and hardly even noticed anymore. Aunt Linda was always trying to
get me to join her but being nude just wasn't my thing, at least not
without having a good reason.
"So what are you looking for? A nice present? You could always give him
some sexy lingerie... with you in it of course."
Typical Aunt Linda... I just laughed. "Nope, been there done that. I
want something new, something that will surprise him."
My aunt grinned and got that naughty expression she shows whenever she is
thinking that way. "Given all you've done that's not going to be easy to
do. Say, how about giving it to him with another girl wearing it
instead?"
Laughing even more, I answered, "Nope, been there done that. C'mon Aunt
Linda, what's the best thing I can give him without breaking the bank?"
The teasing over, she seemed to finally be a little more serious,
frowning at first but then she lit up. Suddenly she just got up and ran
out of the kitchen leaving me sitting there wondering what the heck was
going on. Just as quick she returned holding a glossy brochure.
"I just got this in the mail yesterday. It looks PERFECT! Talk about
timing... must be meant to be."
She opened the brochure and showed it to me. It was for some fancy
resort which immediately screamed expensive with a capital E.
"We could never do anything like this Aunt Linda. I don't even have to
read it to know it's way out of reach so why tease me?"
"Just read it before blowing it off," she insisted, "Then let's talk. Go
on, it's new and I bet it would be perfect for you two."
I hadn't really looked that closely but when I did, the first thing I
noticed were the photos. At first glance they looked pretty much like
any others you see for such resorts with luxurious rooms, beautiful pools
and beaches, etc. However, in addition to all the bikini clad girls and
beautiful couples, I noticed something you DON'T see in the typical
brochure - naked people!
"Ummmmm," I started to say but she cut me off.
"Don't judge it by the photos... read it," she urged me, "This isn't some
crazy orgy resort, it's supposedly VERY high end and sophisticated."
I was about to point out that if THAT was true then it was pretty
pointless to even bother. Heck, we couldn't even afford a desperation
trip to a New Jersey beach at moment. Anyways, I read and it WAS rather
interesting. It wasn't BRAND new, open for about a year now, and was in
line with what seemed to be the trend - all-inclusive and adults only,
more specifically adult couples. There was a brief statement in that by
"adults-only" the intent was to address the needs of those who want to
vacation without the intrusion of children, NOT to indicate anything
regarding the type of activities allowed. So while some nudity was
allowed in certain activities and locations, the expectation was that in
public areas a little more modesty was appropriate although apparently
the bar was set pretty low based on the photos.
One of the features was that every room was at least a "mini-suite" with
its own hot tub and balcony overlooking the ocean. For the most part
everything seemed to be included such as meals, water-front activities
and such. Butler services were an option though, as were several
"premium" services. The one that caught my eye was the romantic beach
massage where couples could have massages together right at the edge of
water!
"OK, so it looks great," I sighed, "But there's no point in even dreaming
about a place like this. My goodness, it must cost a fortune!
Aunt Linda just shrugged. "Most likely, but I know someone who wouldn't
blink an eye at the cost."
I thought for moment and then it hit me... "No... I couldn't ask him.
That's WAY too much."
My aunt just rolled her eyes at me. "Why not, you didn't seem care about
the cost when you wanted that fancy new phone."
I glanced guiltily at the new iPhone sticking out of my purse. "Yeah but
that's nothing compared to this."
She shook her head as if I wasn't getting it... and she was right. She
sighed and went on with, "C'mon Kelly, after all these years haven't you
figured out it's not how MUCH you ask for, it's HOW you ask for it?"
I'm not THAT blonde not to pick up immediately on what she meant. Of
course I knew my dad loved it when I wanted something really bad. I'd
learned long ago how to get my way with him. Yet as effective as that
had always been (my dad has NEVER said no to me when I showed him how
much I really wanted something), never had I even thought about asking
for anything even remotely close to as expensive as this.
"Crap, it's not like he can't afford it," she continued, "I mean like he
doesn't know what to do with everything he makes as it is."
While I'd never really discussed my dad's finances with him, I DID know
he must do pretty well. Senior partners in legal firms such as his
didn't exactly work for minimum wage! Back when I was looking for a
university he didn't even blink an eye at the exorbitant tuition for the
private school I selected. Then there was my wedding which must have
cost a fortune!
"Just take the brochure home and think about it," she offered.
"But what about..." I started to ask but she'd already anticipated me.
"No worries. I'm sure between me and your mother-in-law we can take care
of the girls. They'll be totally spoiled by the time you get home."
That night I did some more research on-line and easily found the resort's
web page. I also read various reviews and everyone concurred on two
things - it was one of the best resorts they'd ever been to and one of
the most expensive! After Steve and I made love I was next to my naked
spent husband and tears came to my eyes as I thought of how much I loved
him. If that's what it took to do this for him then I'd do it. Not that
I minded one bit. "Persuading" my dad to do what I wanted was as much
enjoyable as it was productive.
Chapter 2 - Persuading My Dad
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Once I'd made up my mind the next step was to plan a time I could be with
my dad long enough to properly ask him. Since getting married and living
on my own I wasn't at his house all that much and most of those times
were shared with others. For years now we'd established a "tradition"
where I'd meet him at his house for some quick sex before leaving for
church. I'm not sure which of us was more turned on with me sitting in
the pews literally minutes after he'd cum inside me! I'd look around at
the other fathers and daughters and wonder how many of them had the same
twinge between their legs I was experiencing.
For my purpose though, Sunday morning weren't quite right as invariably I
would run late and we'd have to rush as it was just to get him off and
still make it before being TOO late for service. Still, it WAS an
established time that I knew would be available without tipping off my
hand. Well, I'd just have to get out of bed on time for once and get my
butt over there in time for some serious one-on-one time with my dad!
After having set the alarm for a couple hours earlier than the norm, I
was rudely awakened by it early Sunday morning.
"Damn, why so early?" Steve grunted groggily. Instinctively he reached
for me and I could see he had his usual morning wood.
"Lots to do before church," I mumbled as I wiped the sleep from my eyes
and brushed his hand from my boob.
"Oh come on then.. just a quickie," he teased me, opening his eyes more
and grabbing at my breast again.
"Didn't you get enough last night?" I teased back, turning to get out of
bed.
"NEVER" he grunted but he gave up as I stood. Seeing as I was going
straight to the bathroom I didn't bother putting on the robe next to our
bed. We always slept nude but weren't nudists in that we always wore at
least a little bit. I slept something by the bed to through on,
sometimes even just a T-shirt or cami. For me it wasn't so much that
every square inch be covered, just my top. Even in college I'd had small
boobs so this had been my coping mechanism in terms of directing eyes to
my butt which was, in my humble opinion, significantly more attractive.
After quelling my full bladder's call I showered and shaved. These days
that meant just a trim around my pussy enough to look decent in my
bikini. It took me almost as long at my closet trying to decide what to
wear! Finally I chose my pale blue sundress and matching heels. It was
just sheer enough that without a slip the sun would shine through it and
reveal just enough to see I was under it but not quite enough to give
away any details making it the perfect dress for teasing a little at
church - not too slutty but more like stealthy naughty.
I smiled as I closed the clasp on my ankle bracelet. It was just as
simple gold chain but meant so much to me. I knew when my dad saw it
around my ankle he's remember that special night he'd given it to me -
especially as it was the only thing I was wearing at the time. I
absentmindedly twisted my wedding ring as I checked myself out in the
full length mirror on the back of our bedroom door. Last was my gold
cross with diamonds hanging from a delicate gold chain - another gift
from my dad. Hopefully I looked good enough for my daddy... but then in
all fairness I think could show up in a gunny sack and he'd be just as
happy. Even so as , his only daughter I still did my best to present
myself to him as I know he liked to see me.
Leaning over the bed to kiss my husband's cheek who was now back sound
asleep, I smiled as I looked down and saw his flaccid dick laying limp in
a bed of thick pubic hair. Mmmmmmm, there were so few time I ever got to
see it this way! It was so tempting to kneel down and take him gently in
my mouth. I closed my eyes and envisioned it slowly hardening as I
sucked on it softly. It was one of those thing I'd learned early - dicks
are indeed little heads with a mind of their own - and they never slept!
They had always fascinated me, especially the erection process. Knowing
they do it because of me never fails to make me feel good about myself!
Feeling a man stiffen while in my mouth was especially sensual for me and
here was the perfect opportunity!
But no... as much as I knew we both would love it, I had bigger plans and
if things went right then Steve would be getting something much better
than a wakeup blowjob! Sighing, I turned and checked on the girls. They
looked so precious! Steve would have a few hours most likely before they
were jumping in bed to waken him.
It was only about a fifteen minute drive to my dad's house given the
light Sunday morning traffic. What I would give for it always to be this
way as usually the drive would have taken as much as twice that amount of
time, time that I could've been spending much more productively with my
dad.
Arriving at my dad's house I looked at my phone and saw I was over an
hour earlier than normal. While that was good for me I also was
concerned that he wasn't expecting me and sometimes surprise visits
aren't always the best, especially when a man sleeps with a woman like my
Aunt Linda! Then again, I knew our Sunday mornings were as special to
him as they were for me and at his age he wouldn't want to tempt fate by
cumming just an hour before I arrived. While I prefer sex with older men
in general, not just my dad, it was more for the intimacy and care for MY
pleasure that drew me. Of course there was always that issue of down-
time. Face it, fifty-something men just didn't have stamina of a teenage
boy! So no, there wasn't much risk of walking in on them doing THAT, but
at the same time that didn't mean she might not be warming him up for me!
Parking on the street so I wouldn't be in the way when we left in his SUV
for church, I slowly walked down the front sidewalk to the porch. Even
if I had looked odds were I wouldn't be able to see if anyone was
watching me so instead I was left wondering as always if anyone ever
questioned why I showed up alone every Sunday morning. Probably not but
it was fun to imagine some old lady spying and clucking about how
improper it was. Actually it was one thing we were rather strict about.
In all the years I'd been fucking my dad I doubt anyone who didn't
already knew ever has had a clue.
The front door was locked - long gone were the days when everyone just
left their doors open. Then again, was there ever really a time they did
or was it just nostalgia at work? Whatever it was, I had a key of course
so I quietly let myself in and stood in the foyer. Hmmm, not even a
moan. Seemed everyone was still asleep so slipping off my heels I
carefully made my way up the old wooden step. Years of trial and error
paid off as I avoided the worst of the squeaks and arrived at the landing
in front of my dad's bedroom. It was funny how I had to catch myself
from thinking of it as my parent's bedroom. Still, I'd lived in the room
next door for over eighteen years so it was a hard habit to break!
Peeking inside, I say my dad laying naked on his back with my aunt up
against him, her arm draped over his hairy chest and top leg over his.
Of course she was naked as well. In fact, I don't think I could ever
recall EVER seeing either of them with anything on in bed. Even when we
had visitors my parents would simply close the door - something they
normally NEEVR did.
With the extra time I'd bought by coming in early I'd decided ahead of
time that I would undress this morning. Normally I'm always running late
so my dad will just lift my skirt or dress and fuck me without undressing
me. As a rule I never wore panties to church, or anywhere else much for
that except school were it was required, it worked out just fine. Given
what I was hoping to ask for today though, I thought it only fair he get
to fuck me naked as he preferred.
Slipping out of my sundress (which was literally all I was wearing), I
felt the cool air of the air conditioning against my naked body and felt
my nipples tighten. The sight of my dad and aunt laying naked in bed
together didn't hurt either! Moving over to the side of the bed opposite
of her, I was presented with an image something similar to what I'd just
left behind at home - a limp dick flopped over on a bed of thick pubic
hair - only this bed was a California Queen compared to a twin size in
terms of sheer amounts of pubic hair! My dad was a bit on the hairy side
and while this would turn me off on a younger man, it really didn't
matter to me when they got older.
My nude aunt was still sound asleep and my dad wasn't showing any signs
of consciousness. Just as I was about to wake him I glanced again at his
limp cock and a naughty idea came to mind - a great start for what I was
hoping would lead to the prefect finish. What the heck, how often do you
get a second chance for a second opportunity?
My dad was snoring which told me he wasn't faking. If there was one
thing he HATED it was being teased about his snoring. Although he would
insist that he never did, the few times he'd tried faking it he didn't
even come close to the real thing. It was like having an alarm set
because whenever he stopped snoring that meant he was awake, even though
sometimes he thought we didn't know it!
I gingerly reached out and with two fingers carefully pulled his soft
cock away from where it was nestled in my dad's thick pubic hair. Taking
one last close look at the two of them, I bent down and carefully took
his dick into my mouth, being extra cautious to avoid any accidental
contact with my teeth. Mmmmmmm, he felt so good all soft and warm like
this. It was a rare treat as usually whenever I was this close to him
there was a least a little stirring in him.
As I caressed my dad's dick in my mouth, it wasn't long before I felt the
first signs of arousal. I smiled as best I could with a mouthful of
daddy cock thinking how amazing dicks were that they could respond
without their own even being conscious! His erection quickly expanded
and within a few minutes he was filling my mouth. Mmmmmmm, I loved it
and even more so because he was still snoring away, totally unaware of
what I was doing.
Under any other circumstances my goal would be to see how far I could
take this with the ultimate prize being to make him cum without first
waking up. Of course whenever a guy DOES cum that pretty much ensures he
DOES wake up but to see the look on his face when he realizes what has
just happened is priceless. But this morning was just any normal time, I
had a bigger prize in sight so I let him slip from my mouth and stood up
to admire my handiwork. Mmmmmmm, it looked so much better now!
I moved up and kissed my dad on the cheek. He didn't seem to notice so I
reached down and gave his dick a little tug which did the trick! The
snoring and stopped and his eyes opened. It was moment before they
focused and he took in his surroundings.
"What the...?" he stuttered trying to orient himself. Then he realized
what was happening and he grinned. "Now THIS is what I call a wake-up
call!"
Aunt Linda must have felt him stirring as she also woke, a bit groggy-
eyed but she also quickly assessed the situation and chuckled, "Don't
look now John, but you're daughter's got your dick in her mouth."
"Yeah, like I needed to be told that!" he exclaimed as I took every inch
of him into my mouth, "DAMN... how the hell do you DO that?"
My eyes met his as there was no way I could respond at that moment. I
could already see the desire building in him from the way he was looking
at me. Still, my mission was more than this so one more plunge down my
throat and I lifted my face from his crotch.
"Morning Daddy," I said softly in a tone as sensual as I could muster,
"Hope you don't mind me stopping over a little early this week."
I stood up straight and let him see my nude body. Even after all the
years he still loved seeing me naked and I loved the way his eyes roamed
all over my nakedness. Without wasting any further time - we WERE on the
clock if we were going to do all I had planned and still make it to the
service, I climbed in bed and gently pushed my aunt's leg aside so I
could straddle my dad.
"Sorry Aunt Linda," I apologized as I lined myself up with my dad.
"Hey, don't let ME stop anything," she laughed, "Would you rather I leave
the two of you alone?"
Whether her question was directed at me or my dad I wasn't sure but
apparently he took it as his. "Doesn't bother me if you stay. You okay
with that this morning baby?"
I was 32 years old and definitely NOT a baby but I still loved when my
dad was affectionate. I just shook my head, concentrating more on his
hard dick which was now just below my crotch, ready and willing to make
its way into me given the opportunity. Well, what better time than the
present to give it one? With that thought I lowered myself down until I
could just feel the thick head of his hard dick poking into me and then
in one swift move, I put me full weight on him and felt him drive deep
inside of me until my crotch met the base of his dick. His lush pubic
hair caressed my pussy as for the moment we just both were still,
enjoying this moment of union.
"God Kelly, I love watching when you do it that way," Aunt Linda sighed
as she watched us, "Nothing sexier in the world than seeing a father's
cock just disappearing inside his daughter's pussy."
"Well you should see if from my angle," my dad teased her.
I was just grinning as I enjoyed the feeling of him in me. Considering
all the men who have fucked me over the years, you'd think it wouldn't be
all that special but every time my dad first enters me it's like the
first time he did in my bedroom so many years ago. There was just
something special about looking at him and knowing it was my own father's
cock that I could feel so intensely. Knowing I was literally joined with
my father in the most intimate act possible between a man and woman
was... well, beyond words!
"Oh yeah... like that," my dad groaned as I swiveled my hips slowly to
move him around within me. I loved the way his thick pubic hair brushed
against me as I did, like a soft hair brush teasing my crotch.
Looking at my Aunt Linda, she winked at me. I smiled back... everything
was going according to plan! While I hadn't expected her as an audience,
I didn't mind. After all, she was the one who came up with the idea in
the first place.
"Yessssssss," he moaned loudly as I started to slowly lift myself up on
him as I continued to swivel, raising as slowly as I could until just his
head was in me, pausing just a moment and then swiftly using my weight to
drive him deep once more.
He couldn't just lay still anymore as the lust and desire built within
him and I felt his hips rise to meet me whenever I took him back in.
eventually he would do a quick thrust and drive himself in as deep as his
incestuous dick could reach within his daughter's pussy.
"That's it John... fuck her... fuck your slutty daughter," my aunt
whispered to him. I saw that she was holding her boob with one hand
while playing with herself with the other as she watched us.
"So close..." he groaned as our pace quickened. Normally those words
would be music to my ears but not this time. In this case they served as
a warning. Yes, I wanted him to eventually flood me but not yet... not
quite yet. I had other things to take care of first. With that I sat
still on his crotch even though he was still trying to hump me. Leaning
over, I put both hands on his hairy chest and kissed him on the cheek -
sorry, he hadn't brushed his teeth yet!
"Daddy, I have something to ask you," I said in my best little girl voice
that I knew he could never resist.
"Oh god... anything Kelly, you can have anything. Just don't stop now!"
he moaned. Sometimes that was all I needed to hear but then usually that
meant just getting his AMEX card and doing some shopping. This time it
was a little bit more though.
"Daddy just slow down and listen a second," I said softly, trying to rein
in his thirst for me, "You know Steve and I are celebrating our sixth
wedding anniversary soon."
"Card's in the wallet... make me cum," he all but begged me as I felt him
push up against me.
"No daddy, this is more... I want you to send me and Steve to a resort
Aunt Linda showed me."
That seemed to catch his attention as he looked over at her. She came
back with her patented "who me?" look but that didn't fool my dad. He
knew her all too well to believe she wouldn't be behind something like
this.
"Don't tell me," he was suddenly serious, "Linda, the one you were
showing me last week?"
Linda finally dropped the fa‡ade and grinned, "That very one."
"Damn... no wonder," he mused, apparently figuring out what was going on
this morning. Then that look reappeared, the one that told me what he
wanted nothing more than having at this moment and I knew I had him
hooked, "What the hell, it's only money... now finish what you started
you little tease!"
I grinned from ear to ear as I resumed fucking my dad's dick. I really
hadn't expected him to wait even this long before caving in to me.
"Fuck me daddy... I want you to cum inside me," I whispered huskily.
Yes, the two phrases EVERY father wants to here. Well, every man for
that matter but I knew my dad especially was turned on no matter how many
times I'd told him before.
"Oh God... YES!" he cried out as his hips almost tossed me off like a
cowboy being thrown from a bucking bronco. Over and over he slammed his
dick into me, each time I knew yet another sign of my father's love
spewing out and filling my little pussy.
My aunt was rubbing herself furiously now but my focus was all on my dad
and the feel of his spent dick still inside of me. I leaned over and put
my head on his chest, sliding my legs out from under me so I could lay on
him and keep him inside me for a few more precious moments.
"I love you daddy," I sighed as he slowly dwindled.
"Hey you two, if you're going to make it to the service you better get
your butts out of bed and dressed!"
Maybe it was a good thing she'd been watching as without my Aunt's urging
we might have stayed together like this for the rest of the morning! It
didn't take much for me to slip back on the sundress but my dad had to
shave and whatever men do to get ready for church. Soon we were seated
in the pews and I took his hand in mine as we stood for the first hymn.
My pussy still tingled! I turned to look at him and when he saw me I
just mouthed, "I love you daddy."
So much for the easy part. Now to get ready for our trip. I'd never
doubted my dad would do whatever I asked - so long as I knew when to ask!
Chapter 3 - Resort Introduction
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We'd managed to get a reservation and finally the day arrived when Steve
and I checked in to the resort. I'd been so excited planning it. My
Aunt Linda had insisted on making the reservations, claiming it was a
gift so we shouldn't even know what the cost was, let alone worry about
it. I'd looked at their website and seen some of the pricing and knew it
had to be astronomical. Oh well, my dad agreed to and it wasn't like I'd
held a gun to his head to make him do it. Then again, my Aunt had
remarked one time that my method was far more effective - and fun to
boot.
When I'd first told Steve about it he'd been a bit skeptical, especially
when he saw the brochure and the photos with people wearing less than
what would be typically expected.
"This some sort of nudist colony?" was his first impulsive remark. Well,
what could I say as my first response had been similar. "I don't care
what the glossy brochure shows, everything I've seen if full of old men
with wrinkled dick and hairy women with their sagging tits."
I was going to remark that maybe he would be better off looking at
something beside the porn sites before passing judgement but I knew
better. Besides, I knew neither of us was really into public nudity.
Sure, not like I minded people seeing me nude but frankly those times
were almost always involving some sexual activity. The idea of just
running around naked for no reason just didn't thrill me. Not that the
bikinis I'd packed did much to cover me! Still, there was still quite
the difference between a string bikini and being full nude.
"No, it's not a nudist colony," I replied rather defensively. I checked
and that's only for certain areas. The majority of the resort requires
at least bottoms - women AND men."
"Oh yeah, so you plan on showing off the girls?" he teased me. I smacked
him playfully as he knew full well how I felt about that. Actually for
me I'd far rather run around in a bikini top and no bottom. For most of
my life my ass and legs had been my greatest attributes and covering up
my top, even if just something small or sheer, helped to focus wandering
eyes lower.
So here we were finally... checking in. I'd never checked into any place
so fancy and it was so cool to have a concierge take us aside to a
seating area and sit next to us on a couch while showing us everything on
a coffee table in front of us. She gave us our room keys and a pile of
various brochures and handouts describing all the activities. I'd
thought we'd spend some time checking out the rest of the island but from
the looks of things we had more than we could possibly do just staying on
the property.
"So when would you like to schedule your massage?" she asked us as we
neared the end of the process.
Steve looked at me as if he expected me to answer but I had no idea. The
blank look on our faces must have told her all she needed to know.
"Ah yes... I see someone else made the reservations and as part of your
package they asked that the massage be included. It's really very
special - so few guests get to enjoy one as they are in quite heavy
demand."
"So what's this massage all about," Steve asked leaning forward.
"Oh it's very special," she repeated herself but then continued, "We set
up a special area by the beach where you each have a masseur. It's right
near the water with a spectacular view."
"So everyone watches us?" Steve asked a little skeptically. Again, like
nudity we both LOVED to be watched but that was for sex. Otherwise he
actually tended to be a bit reserved.
"Oh no!" she immediately replied, "That would never do. The tables are
surrounded by mesh curtains. They allow you to see out but people
outside can't see you. As I've emphasized we do everything we can to
make your stay here as private and comfortable as possible."
"Well" I asked, looking at Steve. He just shrugged. The only massages
he normally enjoyed were massaging my boobs but he could tell I was
anxious to do this and from the sounds of things it would be quite
romantic. Who knows? Maybe after the massages they would let us stay
behind a while...!
We scheduled a day half-way through the week and I thought we were though
when our host gathered everything together into a folder but then she
looked around as if hunting for someone and said, "Great, we're done then
so let me introduce you to your butler."
Butler? We had a butler? God bless my Aunt Linda!
It was then I realized it was a title more than what I'd always
associated with the name as a gorgeous young girl dressed in a sheer
sarong and bikini top came over to greet us. Steve's eyes immediately
went to her boobs - of course. Small wonder as for a girl so small hers
were spectacular. The material over them was so thin as to be
translucent and her nipples were prominently displayed.
Our concierge introduced us, explaining that actually we had two
"butlers" who traded off days with the other being a male. Apparently
anything we needed or wanted, all we had to do was contact her on our
phones and she'd take care of us. I could see the look in Steve's eyes
as he licked his lips subconsciously.
"So.... like anything we need? ANYTYHING?" he asked, all but drooling.
I was SO embarrassed but the host handled him perfectly.
"Sir, I would remind you that the entire staff is at your disposal 24
hours a day and are extremely professional. However we would also
request that you respect them as well and refrain from any overtly sexual
interactions. If you find you need such interaction your butlers can
arrange it of course but your package doesn't currently include this
provision. Would you like me to add it to your bill?"
Steve actually had the nerve to look at me as if there was even a CHANCE
I'd agree. So far as I knew Steve had never been with a prostitute in
his life (OK, but my cousin Kristen doesn't really count) and there was
no way he would be starting now. Besides, he had ME!
"I appreciate the off but that won't be necessary," he said trying to act
as if it was a normal discussion to be had.
The host just smiled and our butler took us to our room where she showed
us the amenities, gave us her contact information and left us to get
acclimated. The room was incredible! A king sized bed in a huge
bedroom, a living area, kitchen, bar, and a hot tub as promised right
outside the door leading to the balcony which, by the way, provided a
spectacular view of the beach and ocean. No sooner had she left than we
were stripping down and trying out the bed!
Chapter 4 - Beach Massage
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It would be impossible to even begin to describe everything we did that
week so I won't even try. I'd never been anywhere so beautiful and
thrilling in my life and EVERYTHING was included! I'd heard of people
going to "all-inclusive" resorts where the basics were included but then
they were hit with additional fees and such for "premium" items including
water-front equipment. Not so for us. Simply put, if you saw it and it
was available - it was yours!
Finally the day came for our romantic beach massage that I'd been so
looking forward sharing with Steve. I'd seen where they did them on a
section of the beach that was easily accessible while at the same time
off the beaten track which seemed to minimize the traffic. Other than
that I couldn't see inside - just as our host had promised, so I had no
real idea what went on.
We'd been told to meet our massage therapists at a location near the
beach in our swimwear which was what we'd had been wearing most of the
week except for dinner. Soon we were approached by a man and woman who
introduced themselves and welcomed us to our romantic beach massage.
Mmmmmmm, obviously one of the requirements to be a massage therapist was
to be HOT!
Selena looked to be barely eighteen but then I didn't know what the rules
were here for workers regarding their age. She was a couple inches
shorter than me and extremely petite with one exception - her breasts
were incredible! Wearing a bikini top that left nothing to the
imagination, her deep cleavage made me instantly envious along with her
large dark nipples that were already hard enough to poke through the
unlined almost sheer white bikini top. A multicolored sarong wrapped
around her impossibly thin waspish waist was sheer enough to ensure
anyone could see she lacked any bikini bottom while hiding just enough to
make you wonder what was underneath. I adored her thick long black hair
that hung straight down the small of her unblemished back to just above
her well-defined buttocks. Not even a single tattoo marked her skin. I
was like seeing the dreamy island girl personified.
As for Llanzo, he looked like he'd stepped right out of the brochure for
the resort - tall dark and handsome as they say, I was guessing in his
mid to late twenties at most. Like his beautiful partner, he also had
long black hair which in his case hung almost to his shoulders. He
looked like a frequent visitor to the gym yet without having that bulky
body-builder look I don't really find attractive. A pair of brilliant
white shorts hung to just above his knees while fitting snuggly enough to
give me pretty good idea of what he was blessed with between his legs.
Selena took Steve by the hand and smiled as she led him away leaving me
with Llanzo. He silently offered his hand to me with a smile and I
gladly gave him mine. He nodded, smiled again and the two of us followed
behind my husband and his lovely masseuse. It was just a short walk to
where the tables were set up on the sand. Poles in each corner supported
a white tent top which served to keep the hot sun at bay while ropes
between them supported "walls" made of flowing dark netting. As our
hostess had described, the weave was such that up close you could get a
pretty good idea of what was outside while from more than a few feet away
it was all but impossible to make anything out in the inside.
One thing I noticed right away was the placement of the tables.
Typically even during a couples massage the tables are separated apart
enough to let the person doing the massage be on all sides as needed. In
this case though the two tables were set right next to each other. Well,
it WAS supposed to be a "romantic" massage so being right next to Steve
would certainly be a step in the right direction. We'd had couples
massages in the past during which I hardly even saw him the entire time!
Llanzo silently led me to one table while Selena did the same for Steve.
Strange as it may seem, I felt a little apprehensive as I'd never done
anything quite like this before. Oh sure I've had a "massage" before but
this was something special - the real deal as it's said. There was a
large beach towel folded and laying at the end of each table which Llanzo
pointed at and then smiled at me. Now what was I supposed to do? I
started to ask but Llanzo put his finger to his mouth with the
unmistakable sign to be quiet.
It was only I then realized that other than the formal introductions at
the start, neither of them had spoken a word and from what I gathered
they didn't seem to be so inclined at this moment either. The only sound
breaking the silence was the crashing of the waves not far from us and
the occasional bird chirping. Glancing around, I didn't see anyone else
near us although further down the general beach area was more crowded.
Steve didn't hesitate and quickly loosen his swim trunks, dropping them
to the floor leaving him standing there naked and apparently totally
unconcerned that Selena might be watching. Then again knowing my husband
maybe it was more BECAUSE she was watching, LOL. On the other hand
Selena was busy preparing her oils and other preparation and didn't even
so much as glance at him until he'd wrapped the towel around his waist.
Apparently she must have just been discreet as she reached down for his
swimsuit, carefully folding it and setting it aside.
In past massages I'd been nude but had never just stripped at the start
but what the heck? It wasn't like I was exactly shy about letting people
see me naked or anything so I reached behind my neck to undo the knot but
in doing so I turned my back to Llanzo. He must have taken that as a
signal I needed help because suddenly I felt his deft fingers untying my
bikini top and helping it off of me. It was the same for the sides of my
thong, untying it and then gently removing it and then placing the two
scanty pieces of cloth on the table next to the bed. I took the towel
and wrapped it around me, tucking in the end into my cleavage to hold I
in place. It wasn't as big as I'd thought though, barely enough to reach
to just the bottom of my butt cheeks.
Each of us was then directed by hand signals to lay on our respective
table, face down to start. I did as I was expected although conscious
that in doing so the towel did nothing whatsoever to hide the view from
behind. Even though my pussy and the bottom of my butt were on full
display Llanzo didn't so much as blink an eye. Steve, on the other hand,
was well covered as the towel started at his waistline. I rested my face
in the circular padded headrest, cutting off any view I might've had of
Steve with nothing but the sand beneath me.
Once I was on my stomach I felt Llanzo's hands gently tugging at the
towel on my sides. The tuck between my boobs had little chance against
him and quickly let loose, allowing him to remove the towel and leave me
nude on the table. At first I thought this was how the massage would be
conducted but then I felt him drape the towel over my butt and upper
thighs. I actually felt a little disappointed! While I couldn't see
Steve, I just assumed Selena was doing the same for him.
Llanzo started his massage by covering me in warm oil. It was already
plenty hot out but a gentle breeze was blowing in off the ocean,
sometimes strong enough to billow out the side drapes while keeping me
cool. Mmmmmmm, his strong hands felt so good on my bare skin! While it
wasn't what I could call a "deep" massage, it felt so good to have his
hands all over my back and neck, sometimes down my arms and then he moved
to my legs, gripping them one at a time with both hands as he worked his
magical fingers.
It was so gentle and soothing - almost enough to put me to sleep! Then
suddenly I felt even cooler as he silently removed the towel, exposing my
naked bottom to him. He expertly massaged my hips and now bared
buttocks, his thumbs running down my butt crack as his hands spread out
over my bottom, squeezing and massaging my buttocks. Several time his
fingers almost grazed my pussy, not like an actual touch but more like a
ghost passing in the night. I could feel the arousal rising in me as I
found myself actually hoping he would get just a little bit closer but
THAT sort of attention wasn't on the menu I guess. Ha! I was starting
to regret not paying for the "extras" our host had offered!
Suddenly his touch stopped and his hand pulled gently upward on my
shoulders. I can take a hint so I rolled over and he placed a small
pillow under my neck. I was total conscious that I was exposing myself
to him now but then this WAS a real massage and so far Llanzo had been
nothing but perfectly professional. A quick look over at Steve and I saw
he was in a similar position only with his now semi-erect dick on
display. He turned his head to look at me and I mouthed, "I love you,"
as he took my hand and squeezed it in his.
After rubbing my bare butt but all the while studiously avoiding any
contact with my crotch I was curious whether my boobs were in play - a
question that was satisfied quickly enough. Llanzo's strong hands easily
enveloped my breasts, kneading them almost like bread dough as he held
them in his large hands. Like my back, he eventually worked his hands
over almost every square in of me but then just like my back, he never
came closer to my crotch than an inch or so. The avoidance of contact
was almost more arousing then if he had and I could feel my pussy
responding slowly. Steve seemed to be in a similar situation yet Selena
acted as if his rising cock couldn't even be seen. It was obvious that
both Selena and Llanzo were experienced professionals as neither of them
put even so much as a hint of sexual spin on things even though the
atmosphere was already charged with sexual tension.
My eyes closed as I shut out everything but the warm feel of Llanzo's
hands as he worked almost every inch of my nude body with his hands.
Then I heard a slight gasp and Steve's grip on my hand tightened. My
eyes popped open just as Steve was raising his head to get a better look
at where Selena was now massaging his already HARD dick. Well, so much
for wondering if anything more erotic was included in the package my Aunt
Linda had reserved for us! Then again, I should have expected it from
her.
My thoughts were interrupted abruptly when I felt Llanzo's oily fingers
gently tracing over my oh so horny pussy! His other hand was pressing
softly on my flat stomach. He started by slowing rubbing my pussy in
small circles and then his fingers began to explore me. When he FINALLY
touched my sensitive clit I almost jumped off the table!
"Oh wow!" I gasped.
Steve had his head laid back and returned with, "You can say THAT again!"
I could barely see what was happening but it was enough to understand the
pleasure in his voice as I saw Selena slowly stroking his oiled erect
dick with both hands. She would grip him at the base and then slowly
raise her hand along the length of his shaft, ever so slowly while
simultaneously twisting it back and forth. When there was room she'd put
the other hand back at the base again and follow the other up as each
tiny finger rippled along the base of his engorged cock head. It was far
too slow and deliberate to make him cum but at the same time seemed to be
driving him crazy with the anticipation.
Well Llanzo wasn't about to let his partner show him up as he proved to
incredibly talented in the lost art of clit manipulation. I say "lost"
as it seems so many guys now just do it for the minimum time they can get
away with before the girl says it's OK for them to move on. Similar to
Selena's technique, slow and precise was his calling card. His finger
would lightly rest on my anxious clit and then slowly start to circle in
ever increasing circle. Every now and then he's make a detour down my
pussy slit to my pussy and teasingly press into me just a little, then
pull out and slowly draw it back up my oiled slit until back to my ultra-
sensitive clit again. God! Talk about heaven!
It was eerily quiet as Steve and I each grew more and more roused, the
only sound other than the nearby waves being our gasps and moans.
Knowing Steve was enjoying it just as much as me only made it even
better. Then out of the corner of my I saw Selena take one hand off my
husband's hard dick and undo the knot in her cleavage, allowing her top
to open and her boobs to spill out. A quick twist and she was topless
after which she returned her hand to Steve's quivering dick. Damn they
were perfect! As she would reach over Steve for his dick they would bump
along his cheek - not exactly brushing over his face but more
"accidental" in nature. Even so I had no doubt there was nothing
"accidental" in this case though!
Any thoughts I may have had regarding my potential "special" treatment
were quickly answered as I felt more than saw Llanzo lowering his shorts.
I didn't dare turn to watch but something told me I'd soon find out -
which turned out to be spot-on. The next time he leaned over me his
hands rested on my breasts and then I felt it, a feeling I was more than
familiar with - a feeling of warmth against my cheek and the soft touch
of a man as Llanzo's cock lightly brushed against my face. It didn't
hardly move at first as he massaged my breasts but then ever so slowly I
felt it brushing my cheek gently back and forth as he swayed his hips
ever so slightly.
Steve's grip on my hand tightened and I hear a muffled sigh so I turned
away from Llanzo's cock just enough to see Steve face with Serena's boobs
resting on it, his nose in the middle of her ample cleavage. She had her
hands on his chest but it appeared to me more to balance herself as she
leaned over him than for anything to do with massage therapy. That is,
of course, if you didn't count what her breasts were doing to his face
and cheeks as a form of massage. Similar to what Llanzo had done, she was
rocking back and forth just enough to allow those perfect breasts to
brush against his face.
Returning to a face-up position, I once again felt Llanzo's thick cock
along the side of my face. Seeing how Selena had put herself in a
position which was clearly inviting my husband to enjoy her boobs, I took
Llanzo's increasing pressure against my cheek as a silent invitation. I
mean what man rests his dick against a girl's face without the hope
she'll accept the invitation? So I gave his dark shaft a light kiss and
waited for his response...
Apparently even just a simple kiss on his dick was sufficient to signal
my approval as he wasted no time in repositioning himself to the outside
of the table, draping his thickening shaft directly over my parting lips
like a hotdog in a bun. I extended my tongue and felt him sliding slowly
back and forth across it an my lips, like a saw starting to cut into a
board. For the first time since he's started I looked up into his face
and our eyes met. He smiled ever so slightly, the stone-faced
professional veneer cracking just enough to show me he was pleased with
my decision. A slight nod told me I was welcome to do more. Well, not
for me to say no!
Turning my head towards him, and thus away from my husband, I opened my
mouth and allowed him to guide his warm cock inside. My lips closed over
the head and my tongue teased the tip. The smile widened just enough
that I knew he was enjoying it - no to mention the stiffness of his
wonderful dick was increasing every minute!
Llanzo continued to massage my breast with one hand while he used the
other to pull my head further into his hairy crotch, forcing me to take
even more of his now full erection into my mouth. Wee, maybe "forcing"
isn't the best description. Yes, he was pressing it in but at the same
time I certainly wasn't being forced to do anything! The feel of his
stiffness in my mouth was only enhance knowing my husband was just inches
away, undoubtedly feasting on little Selena's beautiful breasts.
The more I took him into my mouth, the more his hands would drift from my
boobs, down my torso, and then back up again until finally he was teasing
my clit and then pressing the tip of his finger inside of me, all the
while with the head of his dick in my mouth as I suckled on it like a
giant nipple. I so wet it was like I'd peed myself!
Without a word of warning, Llanzo's dick pulled back and out of my mouth.
My eyes met his and again that Cheshire Cat smile appeared. Silently he
move to the end of the table and spread my legs apart, then gripping me
by the ankles and pulling me down such that my legs draped over his broad
shoulders as he bent down and started eating my pussy! I felt his hand
under each buttock as he pulled me into his face almost like he was
eating a piece of watermelon. Trust me, I was just as wet or more than
any watermelon I'd ever eaten!
Turning my head I saw Steve was in a similar situation only that Serena
was kneeling between his legs while sucking on his stiff dick. Squatting
low as she was only served to emphasize her cute butt and allowed her
boobs to dangle below her, the nipples looking so large and hard. He had
been staring at her but must have sense me looking as he turned his head
and smiled at me. I'm sure he wanted to tell me something but with
neither Llanzo or Serena making a sound (other than what came from their
lapping and slurping of our genitals) neither of us seemed to want to
break the silence.
Llanzo may make a living as a professional massage therapist but if that
was all then he was missing his true calling. My god he knew how to lick
a pussy! In fact, I could almost go as far as saying it was the best I'd
ever had. In all fairness to those before him though, the beach-side
tables, the sight of other couples nearby, having my handsome husband
right next to me getting what appeared to be an equally professional
blowjob from a beautiful island girl... all this might have had some
influence.
For all I cared Llanzo could've kept his face in my crotch for the rest
of the day but we WERE on the clock a no doubt there were other couples
scheduled in after us. This probably explained why after he brought me
to just one orgasm he lifted his face from me and used a nearby towel to
wipe the results from his face. Then again, it may also have been to
coincide with Serena's change in position as well or for all I knew they
had this all choreographed ahead of time. Whatever the case, when he
stood up with his raging erection plainly in view while my ankles locked
behind his head, I knew there was only one thing that could happen...
As Llanzo moved in closer, gripping his beautiful cock in one hand while
using the fingers from the other to part my wet pussy lips, I saw Serena
simultaneously mounting Steve's cock, straddling him and then grasping my
husband's mega hard cock with her hand as she slowly lowered herself onto
him. Although the two of them didn't seem to be watching one another, it
was amazing how they each managed to achieve penetration at virtually the
exact same moment. I moaned out loud this time as Steve groaned next to
me as two hard cocks slipped inside two wet pussies.
"Oh Gawddd!," I moaned yet again as I felt the length of his stiff cock
sliding into me inch by inch. Llanzo was relentless, pushing himself
into me in long drawn-out thrusts until the base of his crotch was
pressing firmly against me. By now I was so horny it was all I could
think about, that perfect feeling deep within me I get only when a man is
fucking me. You can finger yourself, use a toy, whatever but unless it's
the real thing it just isn't the same. Then add to it the erotic
situation we were in and what more I ask for?
"Fuck me Llanzo... fuck me!" I begged him, forgetting for a moment where
we were. The drapes might provide decent protection from prying eyes but
they most certainly weren't soundproof.
Then perhaps the most surprising thing happened. Both of them had been
so quiet the entire time until now that I'd become accustomed to their
silence so I was shocked when Llanzo leaned over me, driving himself even
deeper inside of me as he put his mouth to my ear and whispered, "Yes my
Kelly, I intend to do just THAT!"
It was so unexpected, so erotic, so unreal that I came instantly! My
hips bucked up against him, wanting even more of him as I felt my body
tingle from heads to toe, almost convulsing underneath him as my orgasm
consumed me, driving any thoughts, any sensation other than the intense
feeling other than that created by his glorious dick within me.
Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew Serena was riding my husband but
for a brief moment the only man I cared about was Llanzo - perhaps more
precisely Llanzo's wonderful dick and how it felt within me.
Llanzo seemed to be able to sense the ebbing of my orgasm as he started
fucking me harder, fingering my clit as he thrust fast and hard within
me. It was clear that he wasn't going to let me stop at just one. Not
that I was complaining!
A loud groan reminded me that I wasn't the only one being fucked by a pro
this afternoon. I somehow managed to look over in time to see Serena
riding my husband's dick like a cowboy on a bronco. Her petite body
looked beautiful as she ground her pussy into Steve's crotch and then
rose and fell on him, only to grind on him again. Her boobs bounced just
the perfect amount as she leaned back and put her hands on his thighs to
give him a ringside seat view of his dick as it appeared and then
disappeared once again into the depths of her hot pussy.
Again I came - even harder the second time and longer, moaning so loud
the people down the beach HAD to hear me even though they showed no
signs. God I felt so good!
Usually when a man is fucking me, especially for the first time, he'll
ask if it's OK to cum inside of me. 99% of the time it's a no-brainer -
like DUH, of course! Actually I think it's more that it turns them on
for me to say it then being courteous but why spoil things by reading
motive into it? Well, not so with Llanzo. He'd controlled me for the
past hour and it was like he wanted to display his domination in the most
direct sense possible - fucking me and cumming in me as HE desired. And
so it was as I saw his eyes meet mine and finally a wide grin.
"OH God!" I moaned as he thrust into me and I felt the warmth of him
ejaculating inside of me. The it was Steve's turn as it was like we were
somehow psychically connected in that he was cumming inside of Serena at
virtually the exact same moment. Unlike me, she kept her silence as he
thrust underneath her, filling her with his lust.
I just laid there on the table as Llanzo gave a few last thrusts into me
and then pulled out. Damn, I wanted him back in me! I was about to even
ask when he surprised me yet again by bending down to lick my pussy and
eat his sperm that was draining from me. OMG! Steve, and 99.9% of all
men that had fucked me, wouldn't even discuss the idea let alone actually
do it.
Damn I came yet again as he licked my ultra-sensitive pussy! Was he ever
going to stop?! It was like I couldn't even remember where I was... all
I could think about was how good Llanzo was making me feel.
Finally he finished, standing up to wipe his face with the towel yet
again. I could see his semi-flaccid dick hanging now and couldn't help
but wonder how quickly I could get it hard again with my mouth.
Unfortunately that wasn't to be the case as they each quickly dressed.
Serena gave Steve a quick kiss and then Llanzo said their goodbye.
"We both hoped you enjoyed your romantic massage today," he said
grinning, "I know Serena and I certainly did!" Serena gave Steve the
biggest smile yet that I'd seen from her. "You're free to take your time
getting dressed and leave at your convenience. We do have another
session scheduled soon though, so please... if you'd like to continue
your romantic adventure we ask you perhaps go to your room... or where
you find yourself."
With that they left, leaving the two of us alone. Steve looked at me and
grinned saying, "THAT was incredible! God you looked so sexy when he was
fucking you, I loved it."
Someday I'll truly understand why men like watching their wives being
fucked - and the more they enjoy it the better it seems. Meanwhile, I
had other plans for my husband back in our suite!
THE END
20170710 Anniversary Present - MF oral incest father daughter