Chapter 11

I couldn’t believe the audacious and risky move Mindy had just initiated. I thought, I simply can’t believe my wife would take such a risk with Nicky right there, not to mention everyone else! Not long after we’d discussed the importance of being extremely careful around Nicky, she starts jacking me off a few feet away from her?! Are you kidding me?!

But it dawned on me that at least there were several risk reducing factors. One was that I already had my chair pulled up close to the round patio table in order to hide my arousal. When Mindy sat down on me she’d pulled my chair back a little bit to make room, but still, between her body and the table, nobody could see my crotch at all. Also, we happened to be positioned in relation to Nicky so that Mindy’s stroking arm was on the far side. Nicky couldn’t see that arm at all. And even if she could, it looked to be a natural pose. The only way we were likely to be found out by her was if Mindy used wild, jerky arm motions.

Even so, I simply couldn’t believe Mindy was taking this risk! Worse, I couldn’t believe that I was letting her! I guess the problem was that we were both simply far too aroused to act in a rational and intelligent manner. I cannot begin to put into words how aroused seeing Nicky like this was getting me!

Even now, as I could feel Mindy’s fingers directly rubbing on my sweet spot, the sight of Nicky standing there in her bikini and talking to Cindy was making it hard for me to breathe. I actually had to think about my every breath, and try to make sure I wasn’t panting like some kind of overexcited obscene phone caller.

One thing that continually struck me was, Nicky is the ONLY one dressed in any kind of bathing suit. The rest of us are still dressed in our normal “hanging around the house” clothes. Furthermore, she’s wearing shiny black high heels. Motherfucking HIGH HEELS! It’s just so odd. I know Shelle had her wear those to help make sure that Nicky won the bet that she was much more beautiful than she realized. But the net result is that it seems to me, at least, that Nicky looks like some nearly nude sex pet for the rest of us to ogle at.

Correction. She’s dressed like that FOR ME! I’m the only man there, after all, and everyone else already IS one of my sex slaves, or my wife! The reality of being a master of a harem had faded from my mind since Nicky had arrived. We’d been behaving more or less like a normal family. But now the reality of “owning” four cock slaves came rushing back and all but punched me in the face!

I found myself thinking an evil, forbidden thought: I have four cock slaves already. Why not five? Why not Nicky too?! Just look at her. God, she’s so hot!

I immediately knew that was wrong. I tried to retract the very fact that I had thought that, but of course there was no way to turn back the clock.

Yet, my ardor didn’t cool in the slightest. I’m still so horny that it’s like being drunk. No, totally wasted on five drugs at once! I can’t be responsible for some random crazy thoughts while in that state, can I? I mean, it’s downright unfair! Any straight man seeing a statuesque beauty like Nicky wearing nothing but a skimpy fire-engine red bikini with tit-flesh bulging out everywhere would desire to possess her and fuck her. To add Mindy secretly jacking me off at the same time ... FUCK! It’s too much!

Mindy was clever. She knew that she didn’t have to use her whole arm or even her whole hand to get me off. She kept her hand perfectly still except for two fingers that endlessly rubbed my sweet spot. Variety and surprise and clever tricks are all well and good, but when it gets down to brass tacks, to give a man a great handjob, all a woman really has to do is keep stimulating the frenulum, the sweet spot. That’s where most of the nerves are, quickly reducing any man to a quivering wreck.

I thought that nobody else had noticed Mindy’s furtive handjob, but I began to suspect that wasn’t the case. I was dimly aware of the fact that the conversation was continuing with Cindy doing most of the talking and trying to boost Nicky’s confidence and help her realize just how beautiful she was. And I’m sure that was a topic near and dear to Cindy’s heart, since she had similarly lacked confidence. It was really only a matter of days since she’d put that behind her and started to proudly revel in her newfound sexuality.

Nicky had been standing for a while, with Ruby and Michelle still standing on either side of her. In the middle of the conversation she had clearly decided that it would be more comfortable to sit down with the rest of us, so she stepped forward and put a hand on a vacant chair.

Michelle’s eyes went open with dismay, and she shouted, “NO!”

Nicky turned around and looked at her in confusion.

In so doing that, Nicky inadvertently showed off her fantastic bubble butt for me! If any ass deserved the name “bubble butt,” surely it was this one! I couldn’t help but think about how much “bounce to the ounce” those magnificent cheeks would have if I were to spank them with my bare hand.

Michelle clearly was scrambling for an excuse to explain why she wanted Nicky to remain standing. Then it came to her. “Nicky, don’t sit. That’s the very problem we’re trying to fix!”

“What do you mean?” A skeptical Nicky subtly shifted her weight and put her hands on her hips.

I very nearly shot a load into my shorts, just because of that new pose. That made me realize that I was probably going to suffer a lot in the days and weeks to come, since Nicky was going to be home for most of the summer, Hawaii trip or not. Now that I knew just how hot Nicky looked nearly naked, most any move her body made was going to arouse me beyond belief!

Michelle continued her bullshit excuse. “What are we talking about? We’re discussing you lacking confidence and covering up your body far too much. And there you go, wanting to sit down, wanting to cover your outstanding long legs.” She was really getting into it now. “Don’t do it! Be strong! Be proud! Don’t just stand there; strut your stuff! Show us just how sexy you can be!”

Nicky turned partially back so she could look at both Michelle and me. “But what about Dad? He’s sitting right there. It’s weird. You want me to strike some sexy poses right in front of him?”

“Sure! ESPECIALLY for him! Who better than him? Who could you trust more than him?”

That made me feel guilty. If she only knew the full truth about all the depraved things I’ve been doing lately!

To make matters worse, Mindy said, “Yes, he’s more trustworthy than a whole troop of Boy Scouts. Sure, he’s bound to have a big ol’ erection now, but you should consider that a compliment, not something pervy.”

Good God! Please Lord, just let me crawl into a hole and die! Why did she have to bring THAT up?!

Nicky complained, “MooooOOOoooom! Stop it! You can’t say that. You’re totally embarrassing me.” She turned away again so she wouldn’t have to make eye contact with me.

Sue Ellen spoke up, and even stood up to do so. “Can I say something here?” When the others just nodded, she continued, “I just want to point out that you can’t blame a guy for getting an erection. It doesn’t mean he wants to have sex with you. It’s just the body’s natural reaction to seeing feminine beauty.”

Ruby ran with that idea. “Yeah! Guys are like that. They get horny about everything. They can get boners from looking at a vase or a piano leg, or even nothing at all.”

Nicky put a hand over her face and shook her head slightly. “I can’t believe we’re standing here talking about erections! Let alone my dad getting one!”

I had to speak up. “Please! Enough talk about that already. I can’t believe we’re talking about this either.”

But Michelle said to Nicky, “It’s only weird because you’re so sheltered about this kind of thing. Why can’t we talk frankly about sex when you’re around? You seem to think that if a guy looks at you and gets an erection, you’re halfway to the altar already. Maybe that’s why you cover up so much - you’re deathly afraid of getting any man horny.”

“No I’m not,” Nicky protested. However, she was blushing and very embarrassed. And with good reason: she was three small scraps of fabric away from being totally naked in front of all of us!

Michelle insisted, “It’s really no big deal. Think about your nipples. Nipples get erect all the time! If it’s hot, like today, maybe someone turns on the air conditioner, BAM! Nipple poke! You might be thinking a sexy thought, and BAM, there you are again. In fact, I can see your nipples are erect right now.”

Nicky’s head was turned away, so I couldn’t see her face. But if her face wasn’t cherry red already, I was sure that it was after that. “Michelllllllle! How can you say that?!”

Michelle pressed, “What does that mean? Does that mean you want to have sex with Dad?”

“NO! Definitely NOT! Don’t even start to go there!” Although Nicky’s head was turned away, her body was still facing me. She covered up her nipples with her hands, clearly mortified at how erect they were.

Somehow that was even MORE arousing to me, especially since she didn’t bury her boobs with her arms, but just barely covered her nipples with her fingers. If anything, it made her look even more enticing, because her fingers covered up her skimpy bikini top, making it seem as if she was topless. And all the while, my wife was secretly jacking me off!

Michelle said reassuringly, “Relax already. I’m just making a point. Your nipples are gonna get hard when you’re standing in front of a bunch of people and everyone tells you how great you look. It’s only natural. It doesn’t mean anything. Daddy having an erection is just the same. It doesn’t mean anything! Do you get it already?”

“Fine, fine! I get it.”

Michelle went on, “Daddy gets erections ALL the time. You know that, I know that, everybody knows that. He’s kind of famous for it. In fact, it would be sort of an insult for him to see you in a bikini and NOT get a big hard-on.”

In her embarrassment, Nicky inadvertently squeezed her fingers tighter into her boobs, causing her tit-flesh to bulge out all around her indentions. She protested, “Please, just stop talking about it already! Sheesh! Please! I’ve never been so embarrassed in my life!”

Michelle put her hands on her hips. “You say that, but show me that you really mean it. Prove to me that you’re not a prude who’s afraid of making a guy horny. Let’s see you really strike some sexy poses!”

Mindy spoke up (even as she kept on jacking me off!). “Shelle, really. That’s enough. Have mercy on the poor girl. You’re pushing her around and making her uncomfortable and embarrassed. And it IS weird for Nicky to strike sexy poses in front of her father. Let’s not go there.”

Nicky let out a huge sigh of relief. “THANK you!”

Mindy said, “I still say it’s a good idea to get some sun tanning in. Nicky, you’re about to go to Hawaii in less than 24 hours, yet you’re practically pale as a ghost, and we’re sitting in the shade, so that’s no good. I know you can’t do much in the time you have left, but getting some sun will help at least a little.”

If only Nicky knew the truth! While Mindy continued to sound like the voice of reason, she was using a variety of rubbing tricks on my sweet spot. It was driving me absolutely mad with lust! And I didn’t even want to begin to think about the inevitable wet spot that had to be forming on my shorts.

Ruby appraised Nicky’s skin, and in so doing, she turned Nicky around so I had another great look at Nicky’s ass. Curiously, Nicky kept on covering her nipples with her hands.

Ruby said, “I wouldn’t say pale as a ghost, not by a long shot. But this is as close to no tan as the somewhat swarthy Cooper genes allow. Girl, have you been outside since, like, ever?”

I can’t stress enough that all the while this discussion was going on, Mindy was stroking my sweet spot relentlessly! And meanwhile, Nicky stood a few feet away, showing off her uncommonly protruding ass. Just as her bikini was nearly scandalously small over her big boobs, it wasn’t covering much of her ass either. True, there was a decent sized triangle of cherry red there, but the fabric was so thin that it didn’t take much imagination to picture her without any bikini bottoms at all! And it looked that with only a little bit of wiggling or moving around, most of that triangle would end up wedged in her deep ass crack, so one didn’t need to use imagination at all.

Fuck me! The only reason I hadn’t climaxed already was because I was afraid of what would happen when I did. Even if I somehow managed not to make any erotic grunting noises or funny faces (highly unlikely!), I would be left with a tell-tale stain on my shorts. I cursed myself for taking a cavalier approach to clothing and going without underwear today.

Nicky replied, “It seems all I ever do is study. When do I have time to work on a tan?”

Michelle responded passionately, “That’s bullshit. I know what Berkeley is like. It’s sunny and warm most of the year. Lots of students take their books and read on the lawn or somewhere else in the sun, I’m sure. Why can’t you do it? It’s because you have this phobia about covering up. You broke up with that nice and hunky Steve guy just so you could try dating other guys. How are you going to do that dressed like an Eskimo?”

Michelle concluded in her usual dramatic fashion, “I’m going to make a vow right here and right now: I know we’ve got only 24 hours to work with, but before you get on that plane to Hawaii, I’m going to do everything in my power to help you get over your phobia!”

Finally putting her hands back to her sides, Nicky replied with exasperation, “First of all, it’s not a ‘phobia.’ It’s just that I don’t go around flaunting my body to everyone I see. Secondly, please don’t call me an Eskimo. Okay, I know I could use a little fashion help, but I’m not THAT bad. And finally, and this is important, I guess I forgot to mention, it’s not 24 hours. I’m actually going to be staying here two nights.”

That got a huge reaction from everyone. Amusingly, Michelle was just in the process of sitting in a chair, as if her dramatic vow had wiped her out, when she jumped right back up and practically screamed, “WHAT?!”

Nicky turned back around to face the rest of us, showing off her fantastic E-cups, her barely covered erect nipples, and the rest of her mouth-wateringly perfect front side. She looked at Mindy in my lap and said, “Sorry, Mom. I should have called you and given you a heads-up. I’m actually going to be leaving Sunday morning instead of Saturday night. I hope that’s not a problem?”

Mindy smiled and said, “Of course not. The more we see of you, the better.”

My wife looked and sounded so innocent, but she kept right on rubbing my sweet spot. Damn that woman!

I couldn’t help but suspect that there was a secret double meaning in her words. Mindy had made me a promise that she wouldn’t talk about Nicky in a sexual context, nor would she do anything to try to turn her into one of my cock slaves. However, she had shared with me some outrageous fantasies on the “Nicky as cock slave” theme, so I knew that it was something that greatly aroused her. I knew I’d have to draw the line to keep her in check with that. Even subtle innuendo was unacceptable!

After that seemingly innocent comment, Mindy asked, “Why the change?”

Meanwhile, her two fingers kept on secretly rubbing and rubbing, driving me crazy!

Nicky glanced at Michelle to make sure she wasn’t having a heart attack over this. Michelle was keeping quiet and relatively still, but she couldn’t completely hide the fact that she was quite worked up over this news.

I wished I knew what Shelle was thinking. I surmised that, even with the ongoing sex boycott, she was eager to get back to our sexual ways where things like sexy (or harsh) spankings were a daily occurrence.

Nicky turned back to Mindy and answered, “You know that time-share place you arranged for me? I can’t move in until noon on Sunday because someone else is using it until then. I was going to stay at a youth hostel for Saturday night only, but, thinking about it, I decided that would be kind of a drag. Especially since I was going to fly in at night anyway, I figure I’d stay the night here, and then I can go straight from the airport to the time-share. Besides, I can change my ticket without a fee, so I just went ahead and did it.”

Mindy blandly responded, “That makes sense. We’ll be glad to have you.” She turned in place so she could briefly make eye contact with me. “Hubby, you’ll be glad to have Nicky, won’t you? You don’t mind her spending the night with us?”

I was so mad at my wife that I wanted to kill her! I was sure by now that she was speaking with intentional double meanings. That was foolish in the extreme, but there was no way I could chide her about it, at least not right now with everyone else here. And meanwhile, all of her rubbing had made me leak quite a lot of pre-cum. There were even a few squirts of real cum that came out! I could very possibly have a wet spot problem even without having a proper orgasm, and I had no idea what to do about that!

The problem I had was becoming a familiar one: I was a lot more aroused than angry. In particular, her question “You don’t mind her spending the night with us?” sounded innocent enough, but it brought up visions of an all-night threesome with Mindy, Nicky, and myself! The resulting perverted thoughts and images I had ... Well, let’s not go there!

Mindy prodded me, “Honey?” She stopped her rubbing of my raging boner ever so briefly, to make sure I was paying attention enough to answer.

I tried to sound like a semi-normal person. “Yeah, I was just thinking. Sunday morning does mean church, and of course we all want to see you off at the airport. Muffin, what time are you leaving?”

I was very proud of myself for that answer. It deftly explained why I seemed to be spacing out, when in fact I had visions of incestuous threesomes in my head!

Nicky replied, “Yeah, I thought about church. I’m sorry about that. But the flight leaves at nine-thirty, which means I have to be at the airport by eight-thirty. So I figured you’d be able to make it back in plenty of time. Due to the time zone difference, I’ll arrive in Hawaii only three hours later, right when I can start using the time-share condo.”

“Mmmm hmmm. Sounds good.” I kept my response short because it was getting increasingly difficult to talk! Merely saying the words wasn’t a problem, but I feared that my tone of voice and/or the way I was breathing would give away just how insanely turned-on I was. So it was better to stay quiet and hope Nicky’s focus went from me to someone else.

Luckily, the focus did shift from me. Nicky and the other girls sat down, finally, and everyone started asking Nicky details about her Hawaii plans.

I tried to pay attention, but it was difficult. Mindy had kept me close to the edge of cumming for a while now. She knew my dick so well that she could play it like a fiddle, keeping me right on the cusp for what seemed like forever. It was the most delicious torture!

You’d think that Nicky sitting down would have helped me some. But while I could no longer see her from her hips on down, that just meant I couldn’t stop staring at her huge melons. I couldn’t get over how much they’d grown or how exposed they were!

Then Mindy - curse her! - told a good joke, and it made Nicky’s pale jugs shake and jiggle. It was just like she wasn’t wearing any bikini top at all, except there was just enough fabric there to keep her “bowling balls” pressed together with a tight long line of cleavage.

I imagined that it wasn’t her bikini top keeping her tits pressed together. Instead, she was topless and she was pushing them in with her hands! In my mind, I could hear her say, “Daddy, how do you like my big tits? I know they’re not as big as Michelle’s, but they’re still big enough to fuck with your famously thick and long cock, aren’t they? Would you like that? Would you like to fuck my titties?” She was starting to slide them up and down against each other. “That’s all I’ve been thinking about at school. That’s why I put on the ‘freshman fifteen, ‘ so my Daddy would have more tit to fuck!”

UGH! Where did those completely inappropriate thoughts come from?! And how do I stop myself from cumming? How can I prevent myself from making a wet spot to end all wet spots? In my lust-addled mind, I was seriously thinking that maybe if I came, I’d cum so much that it would look like I’d pissed in my shorts instead. As if that was much better!

After a little more Hawaii talk, Mindy brought up the sunbathing idea again. “Hey, folks, I hate to be a nag, but it’s getting later and later. Nicky, do you want to get some sun or not?”

That prod finally got the group to get up and moved into the house to change clothes. I didn’t know what I was going to do, because although I hadn’t climaxed yet, I had leaked so much pre-cum that I had a wet spot just the same. And since Nicky was already in her bikini, it looked like she was just going to sit there and not go inside with the others.

Luckily, Mindy bailed me out. She finally - FINALLY! - pulled her naughty hand out of my shorts. Then she pulled me up with her, and stayed plastered against me in a very affectionate manner. However, she glanced at Nicky just sitting there, and realized that wasn’t good enough. So she asked, “Nicky dear, could you please get some suntan lotion for everyone? I think you know where it is.”

“Sure, no problem.” Nicky got up and walked in the house.

I just stood there, probably with my jaw hanging open, and watched her nearly bare ass cheeks undulate until she closed the sliding glass door and disappeared into the house. I think what shiny red fabric there was actually made the sight even more titillating.

Mindy wasn’t done with me! She squeezed my bulge, making it a very erection-shaped bulge. Then she just resumed stroking me, although through my shorts this time. Damn!

Lifting herself on her tip-toes to reach my ear, she whispered, “Now, that’s what I call an ASS! Can you believe that’s Nicky’s ass? And what a body, period! Our older daughter has really grown up ... and out! What a RACK! She’s really bursting out in all the right places, isn’t she?”

I panted, “Can’t answer that. Too horny! Let’s get the hell out of here before Nicky comes back with the sunscreen!”

She looked down sadly at my crotch, and specifically at her wandering fingers over my obvious bulge. “Good idea! Unfortunately, I can’t stop stroking you.”

“And I can’t stop you either!” I said that with genuine angst in my voice because it was true and I didn’t want to get caught.