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My smile was directed at Heather as I responded, “Very difficult.”

Heather still wanted to challenge me on my voyeurism motive.  “You know they’re at it again out there.  Why aren’t you out there watching them?”

With surprising perception Nadine answered for me.  “They’re working out a relationship beyond sex.  Your dad is struggling with his feelings for Jan, and most likely she’s struggling with her feelings too.  And besides, look at Roger.  He’s struggling with something as well.”

The ‘look at Roger’ part was because I had another erection from looking at two pairs of incredible tits.

Heather didn’t look at me, though.  Instead she said to her mother, “How do you feel about a relationship between Dad and Jan?” pronouncing ‘relationship’ like it fouled her mouth.  “Do you want him to fall in love with her?”

Nadine glanced my way again, and then answered, “I think I’m more like Roger than I would’ve guessed.  When Dad’s with Jan he is as happy as I’ve seen him in a long time.  I love him, and when you’re in love you are happy when your mate is happy.  Is that right, Rog?”

As if on cue we heard an orgasmic cry emanating from the hot tub area. I chuckled and said, “Right … happiness.”

Heather shook her head and said, “This is so hard to swallow.  I mean, aren’t you jealous?”

I took the lead in answering.  “I’d be jealous only if at the end of the day Jan didn’t love me anymore.  I don’t think that’s what is going on.  Griffin and my wife may bond in some way, but he won’t leave you two.  I know it in my heart, since if I didn’t I wouldn’t have let it happen.”

“Like you had a say?” Heather replied.

“I think I did.  I set this thing in motion and I have a much happier wife.  What more can a husband want?”

Heather completely changed the atmosphere when she suddenly asked if I had a condom in the house.  When I told her I did, she said, “All this sex talk and looking at your always-hard cock did it for me. I need it again.”  She rose from where she was sitting and actually glanced back at the seat as if to see if it was wet.

I said, “Don’t worry, it’s washable,” as I held my hand out to her, winked at Nadine, and led Heather upstairs to the bedroom.  I asked, “Are you sure you really want this?”

She said, “Shut up Roger and fuck me, okay?”

I didn’t want any of the mania that marked our session in the hot tub. After the condom was on, she wanted top but I convinced her to go missionary so I would have control.  She was wet enough that I thought again of my ‘washable’ comment downstairs.  Her eyes were wide like her legs when I entered her.  As I began my rhythmic thrusts I drank in the sight of her lying below me.  As I’ve noted before she’s extremely beautiful, more so now as her eyes closed and her lips slightly parted.  I watched her firm breasts jiggle and sway from her heavy breathing, continually telling myself to slow down or I’d cum too quickly.  I watched her nipples stiffen as she began to moan.

Suddenly she muttered, “Fuck this!” and rolled me over until she was on top.

Her frenzied fucking had me wondering if she was always this hot and hyperactive in bed.  Guilt troubled me for a second—I wasn’t thinking of Jan at all—until Heather screamed as my balls tightened.  Oh God, what a cum I had!

Spent, she fell to the bed beside me and that’s when we noticed Nadine standing in the doorway, aggressively masturbating.  Heather looked at her mother in amazement and said, “Mom!  That’s disgusting!”

Nadine didn’t say anything right away.  She was busy climaxing, after all.  Eventually she sat on the bed next to us and apologized.  “Maybe this whole voyeurism thing is getting the better of me.  You two looked so good together like that, and I admit that Griff and Jan fucking is a real arouser too.  I’m sorry for watching you guys but in no way is it disgusting, dear.”

“But Mom, you and I used to talk all the time about Dad and how it was wrong.”

“That’s different, sweetheart,” Nadine said.

I was clueless as to what they were talking about and it probably showed on my face.  Nadine saw something and said to Heather, “You should probably tell him since he’s part of the equation now whether or not he bargained for it.”

Mom left the bedroom and daughter snuggled against me, one of her hands lazily holding my re-stiffening manhood.  “Remember when I told you about trying to seduce my dad?  It didn’t just happen once.  I was fixated on him as a sexual being from the time I hit puberty and took every opportunity to climb into bed with him and touch him, sometimes with Mom in the bed too.”

“You don’t have to tell me all this,” I said.

“Yes I do, because it’s germane to…what we just did, Roger.  You see, I can’t get aroused by guys my age.  I always fall for older men.  And if it can’t be my father, then it’s you.  Are you okay with that?” I was stunned into silence.  However, I wasn’t stunned into wilting, and she was gripping the evidence.  She whispered in my ear, “I bet thinking of me and my dad doing it turns you on just like everything else.  Remember I said he never touched me?  That’s technically true I guess but I used to do this to him all the time.”  She moved her head down and took me between her soft lips.  She sucked me like a pro while I reached around her ass and fingered her pussy.   When I felt myself getting ready to ejaculate, I groaned, “Did … you … swallow?”

She hummed “Mmmmm” at the same time she convulsed, squeezing my hand with its suddenly soaked fingers between her strong thighs.  She took me deep and I came down her throat.  She indeed swallowed.  No choking at all.

Along the way to the hot tub I asked Heather, “You still want your father, don’t you?”

She stopped, looked me in the eye and answered, “Yes. I’d fuck him right now if he’d let me.”

I kissed her on the cheek, noticing a tear formed at the corner of one eye.  “You know that I understand it all.  All I ask is that you’re not jealous of my wife and take it out on her.  And I hope what we’re doing isn’t some revenge thing, since I like you and don’t mind being the father substitute if that’s what you’re trying to tell me.”

She chuckled and said, “Yeah, maybe that’s what I’m saying.”

When we met Nadine out by the hot tub, she turned to us and declared, “Do you believe it?  They’re still going at it!”

That’s when Heather looked down and said to me, “Does that dick of yours ever stay down?”

Chapter 13

Jan

“No pain, no gain,” I mumbled to myself as I gathered my clothes and got dressed so we could properly see the Langmans out.  I was sore, and not just my vagina.  Griffin and I fucked so hard and in so many—let’s say, ‘challenging’—positions that I felt muscles aching where I didn’t know I had muscles.  The jury was still out in my own mind whether Roger was an idiot or a savant in hooking me up with Griffin like this.  He wanted the fringe benefit of my increased state of arousal, and he got it.

After Griffin, Nadine and Heather were gone, I said to Roger, “I take it you fucked Heather.  Are you going to tell me all about it, like I tell you?”

“I’ll do whatever you want, honey,” he said, and I knew he meant it.  He asked me if I wanted to go back into the hot tub.  I said no, having had my fill for the day.  Instead we fixed ourselves a drink and curled up on the sofa.

“So, what was she like?”

Roger hesitated for a moment like he was choosing his upcoming words carefully.  Finally he said, “She’s a hot number, far from immature.  You should’ve felt how wet she was from watching you and Griff go at it.  That’s when I found out she always had the hots for her father.”

“She told you that?”

“Yeah, and Nadine confirmed it.  I guess they talked about it a lot while Heather was growing up.  She even used to sneak into bed with him naked and try to fuck him.”

I was shocked.  “Did they ever…?”

“Both said no.  Griffin must have some real willpower considering the babe Heather must have been in her earlier teens.”

“That’s not ‘willpower’…that’s more like love,” I said in Griffin’s defense.  “I bet if it was you, you’d fail the willpower test, like today.”

“I’m telling you everything, not because of today but because of you going forward with Griffin.  You must understand that her hots for him haven’t gone away, I mean it’s probably stronger now than ever.”

I was beginning to see the big picture.  “That’s your excuse then.  She couldn’t take watching me with Daddy.  That’s what she meant by what she said in the hot tub.  You became her ‘daddy’ if she can’t have Daddy.  And you couldn’t possibly say no to that, could you?”

“I didn’t have much say in the matter, seeing she impaled herself on my cock before I could respond.”

“Oh, you responded alright,” I said sarcastically.

“See, that’s what I’ve been talking about the whole time.  I’ve harnessed my jealousy for you, and now you need to control yours.  I have a feeling that you and Griffin crossed some kind of threshold today, with all the fucking you two did.  You know I’m dying to be as acrobatic with you as he was.  Even more so.”

This was going to be the difficult side of our swinging or whatever it was we were doing.  Sex with Griffin was amazing, and he was such a special man.  I understand now that I want more, and Roger seemed willing to let me have more regardless of what he got out of it.  But what if he and Heather became something more?  She was a beautiful young lady with an amazing, curvaceous body.  What if he preferred Heather to me?  Then I thought about where I’d come from, preferring Griffin to my husband.  How was that different?

I asked the question before I had a chance to recognize its implication.  “You didn’t use a condom; is she on the pill or anything?”

Roger laughed and then said, “I don’t suppose you’ve considered those ramifications when fucking Griffin, but the answer is no, she’s not on anything so that first time in the hot tub I pulled out.”

“First time, huh.  How many times
did
you do it, and what about those?”

“Ah-ha, so now
you
want to hear all the salacious details,” he said with relish.  He proceeded to remind me we still had condoms in one of our dresser drawers.  He told me how Nadine was there and watched them which I thought bizarre, although who was I to judge anymore?  He told me how Heather took the top and took over while Nadine masturbated in the doorway.  He told me how Heather gave a great blow job.  This time his retelling wasn’t arousing, maybe because Griffin had so incredibly satisfied me.  Roger had me pondering where I would go next with Griffin (and Nadine for that matter) in our newfound relationship.  He asked me if I loved Griffin, and I told him I wasn’t sure yet.  He took my hand in his and said, “If you fall in love with Griffin, I’ll understand.  Just don’t shut me out.  I don’t want to trade you in for Heather.  I want you.”

I spent a couple of days in a funk, worrying about my marriage, Griffin, and the immediate future.  In the meantime, Roger was amazingly attentive and considerate.  Even though his goal might have been innocent I became highly aroused by it all.  I felt guilty.  It seemed that as I grew blind to his charms over the last couple of years, he still looked at me as a very desirable woman.  It really was cute how he’d pop a hard-on at the drop of a hat whenever he was even minimally aroused.  He could stay hard forever, it seemed, and wasn’t that something any woman would appreciate about a great looking, toned man his age?

By Wednesday I was over the top.  When he offered to make me an after-dinner cocktail, I said, “I think I’d rather have another kind of cock-tail,” in my sexiest bedroom voice.

“Your wish is my command, beautiful lady,” he declared as he took me into his arms and carried me to our bedroom.

I didn’t need to look or feel to find out if he was hard.  He was Roger, after all.  He lovingly made it all about me anyway, slowly stripping my clothes off while softly caressing all my sensitive areas to perfection.  By the time he lazily dragged his tongue down my belly from cleavage to pubis I was almost there.  When his tongue finally reached my clit I exploded.

“Yes, oh yes, Roger, yes, oh God, I’m CUMMINNGGGG!” I bellowed

He made a sound like “Mmmm” before saying, “That’s my girl!”

My response was, “Don’t stop now!”

He didn’t.

He maneuvered me willingly onto my knees, and with my ass in the air he leisurely slid his length into me.  “Don’t tease me, dammit Roger, fuck me hard, I need it.”  He was a good boy, gripping my hips as he rapidly pistoned in and out of my hot vagina.  Apparently there were no more long ramp-ups to orgasm in my life for, as from his tongue, I came hard and came quickly, crying out, “Don’t…stopppppppp!”  Every woman’s dream—the eternal orgasm—seemed to be mine today.

With a chuckle Roger announced he was cumming and would show me the extent of his pleasure.  He pulled out and shot several ropes of hot semen onto my back and ass, the first of which nearly reached my neck!

Oblivious to the ‘mess’ of semen and sweat, he spooned against me and we talked once more about Griffin.  “I think what we’re doing is wrong,” I said.  “I don’t mean sex, nor do I mean your… participation.  I think what I mean is on a more personal level.  I really want to get to know the man better and I think he wants the same thing.”

He was silent for several seconds before saying, “Honey, I get what you’re saying, but are we then crossing a line?  Look, I told you early on, even though I never want it to happen that if you decided you wanted Griffin instead of me I wouldn’t stand in your way.  If what we’re doing is more than sex we’ve got to consider Nadine and Heather.  So far I think we’re all okay with how it’s shaking out, but I think what you’re getting at is maybe Griffin isn’t getting what he wants.  You feel for him, don’t you?”

I laughed in spite of myself.  “You know dear, for a man who thinks with his little head, you’re pretty perceptive.”

“Sometimes I surprise myself,” he said, and then laughed with me.

Chapter 14

Roger

We’d invited Griffin and Nadine over to our house on a midweek evening so Jan could pop the question.  Okay, not
that
question obviously, but one concerning her relationship with Griffin nonetheless.  No beating around the bush either.  “Griff,” she said once we were relaxing in our living room with cocktails, “I’d like for us to go out on a date so we can talk about where we’re all headed.”