A Proposal Indecently
By Lance DeLonge
      
      When Id finally decided to do it, Stacie and I had been together for a year.  In 
fact, we had celebrated our one year dating anniversary early with a weekend alone in a 
luxury suite at the Imperial Palace in Biloxi.  It was rare that we even left the room that 
weekend.  She deployed for a month of training the following week out to Arizona or 
New Mexico or some other desert state.  Thats the trouble when youre dating an Air 
Force pilot, they cant always tell you where theyre going.  We spent as many weekends 
together as we could and every time I found myself missing her more than I could ever 
imagined missing anyone.  
      That month of training gave me time to think and I had made up my mind to ask 
her to marry me without a single reservation.  Our relationship was far from normal  she 
had taught me to remove jealousy from my sex life and to embrace desire and lust.  We 
were swingers to the core and I had never felt like my life was so right.  She had been 
dropping hints a couple of months ago like leaving a bridal magazine laying on the coffee 
table in her living room or pausing longer than normal at jewelers windows.  From all 
indications I was in a good position.  All that was left was asking her fathers permission.
      Like all good girls raised in the south, Stacie was a daddys girl.  Stacies 
biological father had died in a car crash when she was only nine.  Not long after her 
mother met and married Mike Oberwise who looked after Stacie and her little sister and 
brother like they were his own.  Stacie had made it clear  all be it subtly  that I would 
have to ask her daddy for her hand.  That was perhaps the most daunting prospect of the 
whole process.  
      How do you ask a man whose wife and daughter youve had (as he watched) for 
his daughters hand in marriage?  Stacie had taken me to their beautiful home only a 
couple of times since I first met them, for family gatherings mostly, generally one of her 
parents birthdays or a holiday dinner.  Before Stacie had left she had made plans for us 
to have dinner with them on their anniversary about a week after she got back from 
training.  I decided that that was my opportunity.  
      When the day finally arrived I was inexplicably calm.  I had worried over it for 
weeks but now I felt ready.  I had my script memorized and even brought his favorite 
bottle of scotch hopefully to sweeten the deal.  I was going to ask after dinner when he 
liked to go out on his balcony and finish with a nice drink.  
      Dinner that night was a blur.  One thing Mike loved to hear was Stacies war 
stories.  For most of the evening she discussed what she could about her month of 
bombing training in the desert.  It seemed odd listening to her tell stories about simulated 
kills and targets destroyed while dressed in a little black spaghetti strapped cocktail dress.  
She looked stunning that evening  her hair made up in an elegant bun with little tendrils 
escaping here and there.  She wore only a thin necklace with a small pearl pendant and a 
gold anklet that accented her black thinly strapped sandals very nicely.  
      Carol was dressed similarly; her shoulder lengthy black hair silky and full and her 
large beautiful dark eyes were alive with a passion for life.  She was in her fifties but had 
aged very gracefully.  She was one of the most elegant women I knew and had a strong 
unexplainable sexuality about her that made nearly every man pay attention.  
      Mike was a lawyer at one of the biggest firms in New Orleans and had made sure 
that his family had wanted for nothing.  They lived most of the year in a large two 
hundred year old house in Uptown only blocks from the universities in the midst of old 
beautiful Colonial Revival and Queen Anne homes, the ancient oaks thick with Spanish 
moss.  It was always a pleasure to visit them just for the location.  
      By the time that dinner was over and Stacie began to clear the dishes I suggested 
that Mike enjoy some of my gift out on the balcony.  He quickly agreed and before I 
knew it we were watching the stars begin to show in the warm spring night and relaxing 
in wicker chairs enjoying a glass of good scotch.  
      I have the sneaking suspicion that you want to talk to me about something, 
Mike chuckled as he watched me fidget with the diamond design on the crystal glass.  
      I do, I managed, I have been seeing Stacie now for over a year. . . I began as a 
look of recognition appeared on Mikes face.
      Ahh, Ive been waiting for this he said, a little amused.  Well, you have seen 
some of what it means to love a woman like Stacie and Carol.  Its not always easy and it 
certainly takes a great deal of understanding, maybe more than you know even now.  But 
the rewards make any difficulty worth it. 
      Stacie has taught me so much over the last year  and I have experienced those 
costs and rewards.  It was difficult at first, but knowing that Stacie loves me has made the 
costs seem insignificant.  
      Mike thought a moment, looking out on the neighbors from his seat on the 
balcony.  She has shared with you a lot of her secrets.  But she has more than most 
women, some of which you may not understand yet.  And you may not be able to live 
with once you do.
      I love her and want her to be my wife.  More than anything Ive wanted before.  I 
can accept and embrace her secrets because I accept her for who she is.  I would like your 
permission to ask her for her hand.  I managed, sounding quite confident in my own ears 
and hoping to Mike as well.  
      I give you my permission, he said smiling, finishing off his drink as he stood.  
now, lets go have some desert, shall we?
      My head was spinning as the adrenaline rush that I hadnt even noticed began to 
wane and I released the white-knuckled grip I had on the woven end of the chair.  I gladly 
followed Mike back inside and down the stairs to the sitting room.  Stacie and Carol were 
there, sitting on a couch.  Stacie looked relieved as we reached the landing.  Mike walked 
up and slid his arm around Stacies shoulders, squeezing her gently as she nuzzled up to 
her step-fathers body.  
      I think its time we shared, he said as Carol walked over to me and put her arm 
around my waste. Stacies eyes looked up at her dad with doubt.
      Are you sure?  
      I am.  He said as his hand caressed Stacies cheek.  Carol and I watched as he  
leaned down and embraced his daughter, first just a peck then deeper and fuller as his 
other hand slid down her back and cupped her ass.  Carol turned to me and drew my 
mouth to hers, kissing me tenderly as her hands began working the buttons on my shirt.  
      I couldnt believe what I was seeing  Stacies dad was kissing her and her mom 
was going to work on me.  Even after what I had experienced over the last few months, I 
was completely surprised. 
      Are you okay with this?  I whispered to Carol, still staring as Mike caressed 
Stacies neck, her head falling to the side inviting her fathers embrace.  
      Carol looked into my eyes, her soul confident and sure.  Its okay, really.  She 
soothed, glancing over her shoulder at the couple.  She came to us when she was 
eighteen and asked.  Mike wasnt sure but he isnt her biological father and she was a 
young woman.  We had been swinging for years by that point, I figured why not.  He is 
an amazing lover and I had decided to share him with other women so that they could 
experience him, why not my daughter?
      It is something that you will have to accept if youre going to make a life with 
her, she explained, again looking into my eyes.  Her dark eyes drew me into her and I 
felt warm and safe, much like when I looked into Stacies eyes.  I knew I was hers then, 
that everything was okay and that I could accept Stacie with all her secrets and lover her 
for them.  She was not a boring mundane person like so many of the sheeple out there.  
She was a unique and exciting lady, and this is just more one reason why she continue to 
blow my mind.  Loving Stacie was like an addiction.  She would take me to highs like I 
never thought imaginable, and no matter how licentious or perverse they seemed at the 
time, afterwards you always wanted more.  
      God, what have I gotten my self into, I grinned as I grabbed Carol, devouring 
her lips and tongue and pulling her body hard against mine.  It was as if I could almost 
feel something snap in side me, any reservations I had at all disappeared.  Like an 
epiphany, I finally understood that loving Stacie was freedom  freedom from 
awkwardness and humiliation, freedom from hating myself for thinking things that no 
one else would understand and fear that she would ostracize me.  I suddenly felt a wall 
crumble and a torrent of hunger that I had not even known existed spilled out.  Carol was 
caught in the middle of the sudden current, I was going to consume her, to take 
everything she had and demand even more.  
      But she gave willingly, bending to my overwhelming demands. I pulled her dress 
down her body, the thin straps snapping with the effort.  Carols breathing quickened, her 
hands helped to pull off her bra as I yanked her black lace panties down her legs.  I ran 
my hands up her black nylon stockings, their silken feel stoking the inferno that was 
building inside me.  I felt like an animal as uncontrolled lust surged through my veins and 
enveloped my mind.  She parted her legs slightly as I delved into her sex, sliding her 
naked lips apart and caressing her wet button.  Carol cooed with pleasure as her hands 
slid through my hair and stroked my shoulders, her knees trembling.  I helped her down 
onto the couch behind her and propped a leg up on the arm.  I glanced over towards 
Stacie and Mike.  Mike had already stripped naked and Stacie was on her knees 
devouring his cock, her hand twisting around his shaft as his head slipped in and out of 
her mouth.  I had to admit it was surreal watching my girlfriend working her step fathers 
manhood.  I had watched her swallow more than a few cocks since wed been together 
but somehow this was a bit different.  
      Carols hand gripped my stiff prick through my slacks, her palm sliding along its 
taught length, bringing my attention back only to her.  She smiled slyly as I delved into 
her waiting sex, kissing her mouth with a tender abandon.  Carols apex was sweet and 
hot and wet and wantonly offered.  She pressed her hips against me, her slender fingers 
sliding through my hair seductively as they held me tight between her legs making sure 
that she got what she wanted.  I gently sucked her delicate lips, my tongue delving into 
her, stroking deep into her arousal moving from bottom to top where it stopped for a 
moment to tease her stiffened pleasure bud.  Carol groaned with approval, her lust 
building as I slipped a finger into her, curling it upward and rubbing against her sensitive 
walls.  
      I could hear Mikes groans as his step daughter applied her skills, her practiced 
fingers deftly rubbing his throbbing member and caressing his balls, tugging gently as he 
built steadily towards climax. I could picture her dark eyes staring up at him as her lips 
worked his tool, sliding along its length, gripping tightly as her tongue curled around it, 
stroking his foreskin in all the spots she knew would drive a man toward the brink.  And 
almost on queue Mike groaned, gasping as his load exploded from his thick helmet and 
streamed down Stacies throat.  She tried to swallow it all, she always did.  She loved the 
taste and feel of a mans come, she enjoyed the feel of its hot wet slickness as she rolled 
it around with her tongue before gulping it down.  But even more she loved the look on a 
mans face as he watched her play the wanton slut for him.  
      As I imagined Stacie and her step fathers pleasure, I redoubled my efforts for her 
mom, my finger grinding against her the wall of her sex as my mouth sucked her clit.  
Carol responded almost immediately, coming in my mouth as her body writhed in 
agonizing pleasure.  She cried out as the climax overtook her, erupting from her apex and 
quickly filling her body with euphoric bliss as she threw her head back and curled her 
toes in exquisite pleasure.  Moments later she was left gasping, stroking my face with the 
tips of her fingers as I climbed up next to her on the couch.  She kissed me again, 
obviously enjoying the taste of herself of my lips before sliding to the floor between my 
legs.  
      Her fingers danced over my ready prick, delicately teasing it as she shot me a 
wicked smile, enjoying the impatience on my face as I waited pensively for her.  Stacie 
slid up next to me, curling one leg under the other as she put her arm around mine, 
holding my hand and watching her mothers cruelty.  Her hand moved to my cheek, 
caressing it before pulling my lips to hers.  Her kiss was deep and sensual, the kiss of an 
aroused woman, her mouth hungry for the pleasure that her body so craved.  Her taste 
was heady, her tongue still covered in her step fathers seed.  Her tongue scoured mine, 
enjoying the taste of her mothers come that covered my lips and cheeks.  The kiss was 
unimaginably exhilarating, the taste of Carol and Mike mixed between our mouths, 
licentious and erotic.   
      Slowly she broke away, her eye slowly opening as she slid down beside her 
mother on the floor.  Carol had pulled my slacks off and had started to caress my 
stiffness, her tongue sliding along my length until its tip reached the receptive edge of my 
head.  She slid her tongue along the edge, encircling it as her fingers pulled gently at my 
balls.  Stacie moved along side Carol, her mouth pushing in against my cock.  The two 
women began to devour it, kissing and licking and sucking as if it was choreographed,  
their mouths dancing around my taut prick like two ballerinas, their soft tongues and wet 
lips moving across my skin with unexplainable skill.  I gazed at them in lustful ecstasy, 
mother and daughter performing for me so lewd an act.  
      Mike had climbed beneath Stacie by now, his tongue deep in her sex causing her 
to moan as she sucked at me, only adding to the vulgar bliss that was quickly eating away 
at my self control.  I could tell Steve knew Stacies every spot, she was quickly getting 
worked up, her breathing heavy and her movements becoming more and more ragged.  
After only a short time she threw back her head, cries of utter euphoria escaping her lips 
as she ground her cunt into her step fathers mouth, desperate for the abandoned rapture 
that his tongue brought.  I watched spellbound, unable to control myself any longer.  My 
climax came quickly, Carol swallowing my cock instinctively as it erupted its load of 
thick come into her eager mouth, her strong insistent tongue rolling against its bottom as 
her mouth sucked on the length greedily.  
      Stacie and I sat breathless for a moment before Mike repositioned himself behind 
her.  He gently spread her sodden lips as he slipped his wide cock into her, bringing 
renewed groans from her and putting a sinful smile upon her red full lips.  Mike thrust 
into her gently at first, warming her up and easing her open.  But she was ready for him 
and not long after he was drilling into her soaking wet slit.  He had already come once for 
her and was having to work hard to build up to another.  Stacies body shook with his 
impact, her lips slightly parted as she pressed her ass back against him, eager to feel his 
come fill her.  I could feel my excitement rising again too, my cock stiffening with its 
favorite sight.  Guttural groans escaped her open mouth as her eyes rolled back in her 
head.  Mikes thick cock filled her, his strong hands gripping her hips so tight her skin 
blushed around them as he pulled her ass back against himself.   He rubbed a thumb 
against her taught asshole, pushing in gently but insistently until he had worked it in up to 
his knuckle.  Stacie mewed with anxious lust as Mike began thrusting it into her with 
long, slow gyrations.  
      Carol climbed into my lap, sliding down onto my still throbbing prick, allowing a 
slight gasp to escape her lips as her pussy sheathed my rigid sex in hot divine wetness.  
She kissed me again, desperate and needful, her mouth thirsting for man.  Her pussy 
sucked at my invading shaft as her strong practiced hips tried conforming to mine, 
desperate for still deeper penetration.  
      Stacie groped at her mothers leg as her step father pounded into her voracious 
cleft, her delicate folds clinging anxiously to his dampened skin.  Her mouth kissed her 
mothers thigh absent mindedly, reveling in the taste of her flushed skin.  Carol stroked 
her daughters hair as she lost herself in blissful lust.  Stacie writhed in climax nearly 
continuously now, Mike was now heedless of her condition as he filled her repeatedly 
until finally he gasp breathlessly with the exertion.  
      Desperate for still more, Stacie crawled down her back on the soft Persian rug, her 
nude skin sliding across the luxuriant silken fibers and finding pleasure in their feel 
through her heightened senses.  Mike wasted no time and mounted her again, her waiting 
pussy swallowing him whole as he slid into her.  Stacie stretched her legs out like a hawk 
as Mike assisted by gripping her ankles and pushing them up and out as far as they would 
go.  Stacie cried out as she was stretched, her hips lifting up against Mikes gluttonous 
cock.  Crouching down but still on his feet, he tapped her deeper and deeper, her cunt 
consuming all he could give.  Stacie pulled at the edges of the carpet as another orgasm 
savaged her tiring body and still Mike didnt come.  
      Carol joined her daughter on the floor, pulling me along behind her.  I was still 
mesmerized by Mike and Stacies brutal coupling.  Carol lay down on her back on the 
soft rug, her head beside Stacies and her body pointing away from her husband and 
daughter, her legs lifted in invitation.  As I slid into her tight wetness, she had given me 
an unfettered view of the entire scene.  Carol spread her long shapely legs as I drove into 
her.  She writhed beneath me, her freckled breasts rolling as she thrust against my driving 
hips.  I bent over her and caressed a stiff nipple, their stiffened peaks sending blissful 
tingles across her skin.  Carol groaned uncontrollably, lost in sinful ecstasy as I buried 
myself in her over and over.  Her body quivered with orgasm alongside her daughters.  
Each lost in their own heedless worlds with nothing existing except the pleasure that 
consumed them and the need for more, they turned to each other, embracing the other 
hungrily.  
      As I watched mother and daughter kiss, I reached a state of blind lust that 
completely consumed me for that moment.  Their tongues lashed together, their mouths 
sucking at the others lips as if in complete abandon finally brought forth my passion, 
exploding into Carol with unbelievable force.  Mike felt it too and gasp, letting out a 
guttural groan as he emptied himself into Stacies welcoming gash.  Stacie clawed at his 
head, pulling his lips to hers as she groaned with lustful delight. 
      yes, yes, she gasp breathlessly, come inside me, daddy, I fucking need it!
      Mike thrust cruelly into her as she sucked his tongue into her mouth, frantic to 
feel him fill her completely. 
      Carol clawed at my back as I pounded into her, her fingernails leaving long 
stinging streaks down my skin.  She held me to her, her mouth feasting on mine as our 
climaxes peaked in a prurient fury of intoxicating rapture.  
      Breathless and exhausted, Mike and I lay atop the two ladies, each of us wrapped 
in a slow, sensual embrace.  As we caught our breath and settled in beside each others 
ladies, Carol propped her head up with an elbow and turned towards her husband.  
      Well, you know what you have to do next, right? she smiled wickedly.  
      Without a word Mike grinned and slid up between her legs and delved into her 
awaiting sex.  I stared in wonder as he cleaned her, taking care to lick each fold of her 
nearly bald apex.  
      I moved over to Stacie who watched the display amenably, positioning my self to 
do the same.  
      No, she whispered, her face soft and caring, I want to clean you.
      I leaned back against the couch as Stacie took me into her mouth, her mothers 
arousal thick on my member.  She slowly embraced it, caressing it gently and cleaning it 
of Carols heady essence.  Carol had climbed atop her husband now, straddling his face 
as she cleaned his cock of her daughter.  
      Despite everything, watching the two rekindled the dyeing embers of lust. Stacie 
moaned her approval as I stiffened in her mouth.  Smiling, she released my revived prick 
and eased me down on to the soft soiled rug and mounted me.  I watched as she adjusted 
my cock and slid down onto me slowly.  The desperate need was now gone from her, and 
as he leaned down to embrace me, she felt warm and safe.  Her kiss was unhurried, her 
hips rolled sensually against my prick as her fingers traced my features.  
      She looked deep into my eyes, deep into me with a look of peaceful satisfaction.  
At that moment I couldnt imagine a more perfect creature.  And as our bodies melded, 
joined together as one in perfect slow rhythm we connected in that way that few people 
ever will.  
      I love you, she whispered, her eyes open and truthful, allowing me into her 
secret and into her soul.  Her hair hung around us in a shroud of only imagined seclusion, 
allowing only a portion of the dim light in the room to reach us.  
      Marry me, I whispered back, matching her gaze as open and truthfully as I can 
ever imagine being.  I knew it wouldnt always be easy, I knew that loving her meant a 
life different that anything I may imagine.  
      Yes, she said simply, her eyes welling up.  She wiped her tears away before 
kissing me again, her hips still grinding against my cock.  Wrapped in a state of euphoria 
that made every orgasm earlier that night seem dim, Stacie and I made love then.  Her 
parents watched on, coupled now themselves in slow luxuriant fuck, as we climaxed 
together, my seed pouring forth into Stacie as she held herself tightly against me, her 
body wracked with blissful satisfying ecstasy.
      We spent that night together with her parents in their bed, the four of us making 
love in celebration until the sun rose the next morning.  When we finally fell asleep 
wrapped in each others arms, it was as one family with great promise for the road ahead.   
       
      
