Chapter 1

To say that I was a little apprehensive in letting them go would be an understatement. Don’t get me wrong - I know my husband loves his daughter. They had been thick as thieves when she was little, but the older she got, the more he treated her like something to be wary of. He was encouraging, proud and supportive; while also keeping her at an arms length. Almost like she was a niece rather than a daughter.

When I asked him about it, he always made it out like he had no idea what I was talking about. But I had a theory. Our daughter was beautiful and he knew it. There were a handful of occasions where I caught him checking her out with less than fatherly eyes, so I knew he noticed it too. Little moments at volleyball games or at pool parties.

My poor husband was potentially terrified of the best thing in his life and so that’s why I was happy for them to take a cruise together when she graduated from high school. They’d find a way to reconnect with the girl he raised before she went to college and came back home a new woman.

This is not to say that it was all easy for me. I was so nervous while they were gone. We had agreed to letting them have their time together and not contacting much while they were away. Eventually the worry that Steve and Tiffany would not be able to connect slid away and I had to just trust the process. I poured myself into my work and spent longer nights at the office. There were short calls and video chats here and there. I’d get a picture of them by the pool, or in their tiny room, or one from a club (Tiffany only sent those). It all looked really fun. Best of all, they looked happy. Before I knew it, they were back, and to my delight, were almost glowing with happiness.

The rest of the summer before Tiffany went to college, she and her father spent a lot of time together. Back to being two peas in a pod like when she was young. Steve even relaxed his crazy work schedule a bit and spent more time at home, often lounging around our pool with Tiffany or taking her to the mall. I tried to join on some days, but my work schedule wasn’t exactly cooperating. There were times I’d come home late to find them just cuddled up on the couch under a blanket watching a movie.

I was so happy for them. That was until, I wasn’t. It was difficult, but I had to admit that there was some jealousy emerging for me. It was great that Steve was getting to enjoy the relationship that I had had with Tiffany for many years, but it was hard to not feel like it was coming at the cost of her relationship with me. I tried to get some alone time with her by doing a spa day or a lunch day here or there, but it didn’t feel like it really made a difference. Before I knew it, she was off to school and I felt like I lost a kid.

With Tiffany out of the house, some of the tension eased up and it felt like missing her was a joint thing Steve and I shared. Sure enough though, on weekends home, their special relationship reared its head again. I know I shouldn’t be complaining over a father having a good relationship with his daughter, but here we are.

One Friday evening I was feeling especially low knowing Tiffany would be home for the weekend. I was working late so I ended up speaking about it with my colleague John. I poured out to him that after their time away my husband and daughter had become close again, and how shitty I felt for being jealous of that ostensibly great thing.

John was an amazing listener. He always had been, which is why we became close at work. While I’d never cheat on Steve, I did harbor fantasies of fucking John. He was hot, secure and just a good man. Not that we never came close. On nights we would be the only one’s in the office; or nights when we would get after work drinks, the temptation was palpable. But I was a good wife, and never strayed outside the relationship unless it was something Steve and I were trying out together. But Steve and I hadn’t opened our relationship for a while. So John wasn’t a fun option yet.

While telling him of my dilemma, I noticed a small knowing smile cross his face. He nodded along and said to my surprise, “I know exactly what you mean.”

I felt a bit of relief hearing this, since part of me feared he would shame me for being jealous.

“There was a time just last year that I worried about the same thing happening with my two kids and me. Every doubt I had was erased after we went on a vacation all together to an all-inclusive resort that prioritized sticking together. Dave from the accounting department actually recommended it to me. Spending time with them as adults rather than viewing them as kids really turned things around. Sounds like your husband and Tiffany had a chance to do that and it worked for them. Now it’s your turn. My kids actually choose to spend time with my wife and I over their friends sometimes now. I feel like we know each other inside and out. I’m telling you, this resort in Jamaica was a game changer.”

I was hooked and my heart filled a bit. “Really? That sounds amazing! I don’t want to get in the way of their relationship, but maybe this will help me just feel included again.”

John smiled broadly, with that same knowing grin growing on his face. “Oh, it will definitely do that. But there’s a catch.”

My heart dropped a bit. “Catch? What do you mean?”

John leaned in. “The resort isn’t your run-of-the-mill place. It’s a...”

“It’s a nudist resort,” I told them.

Tiffany and Steve both just stared at me before reacting: Steve by turning beet red and Tiffany by exploding with laughter.

“Honey, what are you talking about? A sex resort?!” Steve exclaimed. This only made Tiffany laugh even harder.

“No! I never said that! Nudist! Nudist! Clothing-optional actually, which I think is even a step below nudist. John from work mentioned he went there and...”

A look passed over Steve’s face. “Oh, yea? John mentioned it?” Steve had always been a little suspect of John.

Tiffany picked up on the tension and stopped laughing, now looking confused.

I shut it down quickly. “Yes, John said he took his family last year and it brought them all closer together. It’s just, this past year, ever since you guys got back from the cruise...,” I could feel myself tear up a bit. “It’s like you two had a little adventure and formed a really close bond. Which I love! Don’t get me wrong. But I suddenly feel like a third wheel.”

Tiffany and Steve shot each other a guilty look, as if confirming that they knew exactly what I was talking about.

“I’m sorry mom,” Tiffany said as she came in to give me a hug.

I felt Steve’s strong arms encircle us both and squeeze tightly. “Yea honey. I’m sorry. I had no idea you felt that way.” He paused a bit. “But a nudist resort, really? What about Tif...”

“I think it’s a great idea mom,” Tiffany cut in. “I love you no matter what and if this is what you need to see that you and I are still close, then I am all for it.”

My whole body felt the warmth of the hug from my daughter and husband, and already I could feel us getting closer again. This is all I wanted. “I love you, sweetie,” is all I could say.

We stayed like that for a bit before I guess Steve got too restless and released us from his arms.

“Well, OK then. I know it’ll be strange, but you have until your winter break from school to warm up to the idea. I’ll book everything,” I said. I looked over to Steve who still had a very worried expression on his face. “And just so you know, we are going to overlap with John’s family a little bit. I hope thats ok.”

Steve’s eyebrow arched a bit. “That’s fine,” he said a little too coolly. “It’d be good for me to spend some time with your work-husband.”

I slapped his arm. “Stop. You know it’s not like that. And besides, I met his wife once. You’ll get along with them great, I am sure. I have a feeling you all have a lot in common.”

Steve smiled and gave me a hug. “I know. I just like to tease,” he said, as he cupped an ample portion of my ass.

‘Mmm,’ I thought. This resort idea was already paying off. I left Steve and Tiffany, and went to find my laptop to book the trip. I didn’t want to give anyone any time to have second thoughts. As soon as I entered in all the information and clicked done, I got another surge of excitement.

Then a bit of worry crept in. Now that it was real, the need to be purely positive about this plan to counteract Steve of Tiffany’s objections was gone, leaving me to contend with Steve’s worries for real. Would he be OK if Tiffany decided to strip down and be nude on the beach? Tiffany had grown into a gorgeous girl. She was fit, tall, and had a great body. Any man would be drawn to her, so no doubt he’d already confronted that when they were on the cruise. I hadn’t thought of it before, but I wondered how he would have dealt with sharing a room with her on the cruise and her potentially bringing back hook-ups. Anytime we spoke about the cruise, they were both very hazy on the details.

And what of Tiffany? I realized I had less of a worry there. Steve was a handsome man with a gorgeous cock. If he decided to be nude, he’d be a great example of what a man could look like. My own father was nothing much to look at. A bit sloppy and generally rough around the edges, especially compared to my beauty queen of a mother. But I still remember the first time I caught him and my mom in the act; the sight of his fat, powerful cock made me happy - and by the sounds of it, clearly made my mom happy too. ‘So this is a man. And this is how a man can treat a woman,’ I had thought to myself.

I put my worries away and went to find Tiffany and Steve and let them know I had booked the ticket. I found them on the couch next to each other in what looked like an intense conversation. Both their faces were a bit flushed, and they looked startled by my sudden appearance.

“Everything OK?” I asked.

“Yea, mom. Dad was just ... ummm, a little hesitant still about the trip. And I was still feeling bad about making you feel neglected.”

“That’s ok, darling. I am glad you are taking it so seriously. It means a lot.” I turned to Steve. “Well the tickets are booked, so there’s no backing out now,” I laughed. “Somehow you are going to have to get used to being around at least two beautiful, bare ladies!” I joked. Tiffany roared with laughter and Steve just turned even more red than before.

That night I made sure to help him relieve some of that tension. A good fucking always did Steve good when he was stressed about something. I surprised him by sneaking into bed wearing Tiffany’s old volleyball uniform. We had teased around with stuff like that in the past, but it had been a while. It did the trick, as seeing me in the uniform seemed to send him into a craze.

I sat on the edge of the bed with a coquettish look on my face. “Hi big man. I saw you watching so intently from the stands. You must be such a fan of girls volleyball,” I said in character.

He closed the door behind him and smiled. Without missing a beat, he replied, “Oh yea. I am a real big, big fan. Especially of you.”

“Is that right? And what does an old man like you enjoy about young girls playing volleyball.”

“Oh there’s so much,” he said as he moved closer to the bed. He was already unbuttoning his shirt. “First of all there’s the uniform.” He took my hand and had me get up from the bed, forcing me to do a little twirl.

He ran his hands along my tight ass. “It accentuates all the right bits.” He continued to twirl me until I was facing him. He let his hand slide up my jersey to find my naked breasts. He was clearly pleased. “Oh, what’s this? Is this regulation?”

“No, sir. I got rid of that tight sports bra. Too constraining. Are you mad?”

“Far from it,” he said as he cupped my tit and gave my nipple a little squeeze.

While my body was still very tight for my age, I did worry about my modest breasts sagging. But I knew they were still very perky for their size. I bit my lip as he pinched and turned my nipples. “What else do you like about volleyball?”

He pulled me close and let his hand slide into the tight shorts and snake its way over my ass until it found my wet spot. “In truth, I come for the grunts.” As he said this he deftly inserted a finger into my pussy, making me give a deep moan. He kissed me deep as he massaged my insides. I felt myself nearly melt into him and wrapped my arms around his neck.

Through moans, I was able to say, “Oh, you must be such a dirty old man. Getting hard while all the young girls grunt and sweat in front of you. You are old enough to be my dad.”

He shoved another finger into me causing me to lose my balance. I held his neck tight. “You don’t seem to mind, little girl.”

As much as it pained me, I pushed him back and onto the bed. I felt like an animal as I tore his pants off of him. His cock shot into the air. “Let me show you what this little girl can do.”

I stripped off my tight volleyball shorts, aware of how the fabric momentarily stuck to my sopping wet pussy. I straddled Steve and lowered myself onto his shaft. A deep fulfilling feeling encompassed me as he filled me up with his big dick. I wasted no time in starting to bounce on his cock. I knew he loved the uniform, so I kept it on, feeling thankful though that this didn’t stop him from reaching under to fondle my tits.

Steve flipped me over and bent me onto my knees. “Yes, daddy. Fuck me,” I said without thinking. It was just what came to me in the moment. Images of my father fucking my mother with his meaty cock, then startlingly one of Steve and Tiffany on the couch flashed into my mind. I worried that Steve would be taken out of the moment, but I was dead wrong.

“Yea, baby. You want this?” he said as he put himself deep into me. As if a man possessed, Steve gripped my ass and fucked me hard and deep. Lost in the passion of our play, it took no time to cum hard, followed by him filling me up with his seed.

As I lay in bed, Steve softy snoozing post-fuck next to me, I began to realize that maybe I was the one who actually needed the stress relief. There was a lot riding on this trip for my family, but truthfully mostly for me. I needed this to work and bring us all together. My only hope would be that we could all come out of our shells at this resort. I mean, nudity? All together? I hoped it would be fine.

The shuttle from the airport took a windy path through a secluded jungle dotted with enormous palm trees. I sat with Steve who was unusually quiet, staring out the window and looking nervous. I was about to tell him to relax when I realized I had been clenching my hands to the armrests on the seat. I was nervous too apparently! Among us three, Tiffany was the only one whose jitters were more due to excitement than anxiety.