Chapter 8

When I arrived home from Julie’s, Jennifer flung herself on me, and we spent the day in bed as she reasserted her ownership of her husband. And of course, had to hear in great detail about my escapades. She was saddened by Julie’s decision as well, though she understood it was likely for the best. She admitted she would’ve loved for Julie to move in with us, but ultimately respected her choice and agreed to honor her wishes.

Although Julie and her girls never contacted me directly, Jennifer kept in touch with them. Two months later, she shared the news that two more children were on the way, and both birth certificates would list the father as ‘Unknown.’

On Amy’s next visit, we brought her up to speed on everything. She asked a few questions, then smiled warmly and said, “You’ve brought so much happiness to two families, Dad. I’m so proud of you, and I thank God every day that you’re my father.”

In other circumstances, I might have found it awkward to explain to my daughter that I had fathered four children outside of my marriage. But both of my daughters were raised with such deep, unconditional love, instilled in them by their mother, that sharing with me came naturally.

Months later, Jennifer gave birth to a healthy baby boy, Joshua. We agreed that two children were enough, and she resumed taking birth control pills shortly after. Raising our family felt like a familiar rhythm, much like what Mom and I had experienced with our own two. This time, everything came more naturally. Having already walked that path once made it easier, and being home full-time meant Jennifer and I could devote ourselves entirely to our children, savoring every moment together.

We obtained permission to enroll them in school at age four, and they quickly caught up with the other kids, although Joshua struggled a little, being a little less than a year younger than Cindy, but Cindy watched over him, much like Amy had with Jennifer. They excelled in school, and we were able to have them skip grade three, so they’d graduate shortly after their sixteenth birthday.

We returned to Hawaii ten years after our previous visit, though this time, there was far less sunbathing than before. Much like Mom’s and my second trip, Jennifer and I spent our days exploring the island, savoring the local cuisine, and dancing away the evenings. At night, with the kids back home under Amy’s care and the world quiet around us, we focused solely on each other, letting our passion run free. I didn’t think I could fall any more in love with my wife, but in those quiet, tender moments, I did. All over again.

For the next several years, our lives revolved around the kids; their activities, their milestones, and our many trips together across the country. As the eldest, Cindy naturally took on the role of protector and guide, helping her younger brother navigate the ups and downs of school life. Both children excelled academically and dabbled in sports, though neither developed a deep passion for any one activity. Cindy reminded us a lot of Amy in both personality and drive, while Joshua showed a budding interest in the family’s bookkeeping business, often eager to learn and help where he could.

When they reached puberty, Jennifer took the lead in guiding Cindy through the changes and challenges of adolescence. My role with Joshua was more straightforward, talking to him about the surge of teenage hormones and the consequences of acting without thinking things through, and of course, describing the most important item for a young man. Rubbers. Jennifer and I confided in each other about their progress and felt comfortable with our direction.

When they turned fourteen, they visited Amy for a week because they’d shown an interest in their occupations. When they returned, Amy had outlined a schedule for them to follow to accelerate through college, by attending summer courses and also completing a lot of the credits through online classes. After that, they spent every spare minute studying and completing Amy’s agenda. Sports and social activities were replaced with studying at home.

Jennifer and I began worrying that they weren’t being exposed to other people and they’d miss out on interactions with their peers, but they both seemed happy with following their plan. We vowed to encourage them to date or attend school activities, but we weren’t very successful.

By the time they reached sixteen, their bodies had filled out and had matured into very attractive young adults.

Around this time, our rental house became available. Nights turned into cleaning shifts, and weekends were filled with donation runs. We hauled outdated furniture to Goodwill without fanfare, silently agreeing it was time for a fresh start. One by one, the rooms emptied, quiet and bare, yet full of promise.

Once the rental house was stripped down to bare bones, I called a family meeting in the now-empty kitchen. “Jennifer, kids,” I began, “I’d like to completely remodel the place, and while I have some ideas, I’ll need your help. After you agree on the designs and paint scheme, we’ll hire a general contractor to coordinate the actual work.”

Everyone nodded in agreement, so I continued, “The couple interested in renting it are newlyweds, both working part-time while attending college. I want every room to be redone as if it’s your dream home. Let’s give them the kind of start we would’ve wanted.”

Turning to Jennifer and Cindy, I said, “I’d like for the two of you to design the kitchen and master bedroom.” Then to Joshua, “You and I will take on the living room and the spare bedrooms.”

After a few days of kicking around ideas and finalizing our plans, I contacted one of our business clients, who I knew was an honest contractor. He began right away, happy that it’d already been cleaned out, so work could begin immediately. Jennifer insisted on enlarging the master bathroom and modernizing it, so some demolition would be necessary. She loved a spacious bathroom, and I wasn’t about to go against her wishes.

Once it was in the hands of the workers, we returned to our normal routines. With the end of school coming to an end, the kids spent a lot of evenings studying in their rooms and finishing their online college courses.

Whenever they found themselves with free time, they’d join us in the living room to relax, read, or watch TV. Their casual dress and youthful good looks sometimes stirred a quiet, sexual tension in the air. Jennifer and I maintained distancing ourselves from their overt sexuality, but it remained a challenge. Cindy was a Daddy’s girl, like Jennifer, and loved to cuddle next to me on the couch and also sit on my lap while watching TV, often kissing me on the cheek and caressing my arms and back.

Joshua, on the other hand, was glued to his mother, helping her in the kitchen or whenever he could nudge against her or hold her. One night, after we’d made love, Jennifer asked, “Maybe I should return to wearing a bra. I think Joshua is copping feels, and as a result, my nipples seem to be hard all the time. I think it’s making him even more bold when he sees I’m excited. What do you think?”

“I hope you don’t. He’s a healthy young man, and it’s perfectly normal for him to lust after you. You’re a hot mother that anyone would love to fuck. Let him enjoy his youth. Cindy never wears a bra, either, and it drives me a little nuts when she presses them into me. Their hormones are running rampant, and if we don’t indoctrinate them into flirting, someone else will.”

“I agree,” she said, giggling. “So, do you like feeling her perky tits rubbing against you? One night, she asked me to help her shave her mound. I told her a lot of boys liked them unshaven. I told her that I knew from experience because you prefer a hairy pussy. She dropped the subject immediately. She is a Daddy’s girl, remember?”

She wrapped her hand around my prick and stroked it, causing me to emit a groan. “You are wicked. I noticed you convinced her to style her hair like yours,” I noted. “She’s so much like you, it’s hard not to get turned on by her. Are you transforming her into a mini-you?”

“Would that be so bad?” she asked, pumping me faster.

I rolled on top of her and slid my prick into her juicy pussy, easily sinking to the bottom. “Someone’s turned on. Has Joshua already had a good feel of your tits?” I asked, grabbing her breasts and squeezing them, flicking my thumbs across her hard nipples.

She groaned and squirmed from my teasing of her engorged tips. “Not yet, but his arm has been accidentally bumping against them a lot lately,” she replied, using air quotes for ‘accidentally.’ Did you notice they’re wearing shorts now when we’re watching TV? His legs are hairy like yours, and hers are so long and thin, I bet you’re hard all the time. I can feel your hardness tonight. You’re turned on, aren’t you?”

I slammed into her as her body twisted and churned with excitement, as we taunted ourselves with incestuous feelings toward our children. We rutted like animals, concluding with our orgasms exploding at the same time,

I rolled onto my back, breathing heavily, and gasped, “Fuck, that was hot. Is it wrong to use our kids for sexual stimulation?”

“Are you kidding me, Daddy? From the time my boobs began to grow, I pawed and bumped against you every chance I could. Some nights, after I flirted with you, I could hear Mom cry out with more orgasms than normal. You can’t tell me you weren’t excited, and Mom was the beneficiary of my actions.”

I laughed and admitted, “Yeah, you were a sexpot, unlike Amy, and Mom often remarked that she was thankful for Daddy’s girl to rev me up for a night of torrid fucking.”

She jumped up, went to the door, flung it open, and returned to our bed. “From now on, their sex education will include live entertainment.” She enveloped my prick with her mouth, sucking it until hard, and then propped herself onto the bed, ready for a doggy fuck. I moved behind her and thrust back into her. Her grunts, groans, and cries of passion echoed out the door, through the house, so all could hear her orgasmic screams.

When she was near her third orgasm, she screamed, “Fuck me hard, Daddy! Fill me with your cum!”

Her walls clamped onto my prick, causing it to explode. My cock pulsed and jerked in her quivering quim as she moaned through her orgasm. Afterward, we held each other, caressing our bodies as we recovered. “That was unbelievable. I think we’ve found another form of foreplay.”

“It’s always good with you, sweetie,” I professed. “But yeah, I felt energized, thinking of Cindy’s legs, once you mentioned them.”

Her lips curled up at the edges as a mischievous smirk formed. “I dare you to caress her legs tomorrow night. Not too far, mind you, maybe up to the middle of her upper thighs.”

“I double dare you,” I said, my smile wide. “Run your fingers through Joshua’s hairy legs and do a few gentle tugs like you used to do to me when you were his age. It used to drive me nuts.”

We were subtle at first, merely placing our hands on their knees, but then Cindy made the first move when she placed her hand on mine and slid it up her leg. Mom noticed and did the same without Joshua’s help. That night, Jennifer rode me cowgirl style and was madly rocking back and forth, groaning, when I saw the heads of our kids peeking in our door.

I gripped Jennifer’s tits and pulled her down for a kiss and whispered, “They’re watching.”

Her body shook with a major orgasm as she jammed her tongue down my throat. I humped my hips off the bed, slamming my exploding prick deep into her convulsing pussy. Our cum drooled down my pole, providing our audience with an erotic view.

Our lovemaking became better than ever each night, ramped up with the flirting of our children. After a few weeks, Jennifer convinced the kids to learn how to slow dance, something we both considered a meaningful part of our relationship. We began by demonstrating a few steps while they watched, then took turns guiding them. Jennifer danced with Joshua as Cindy and I observed, with me explaining Jennifer’s movements.

Next, Cindy and I took the floor while Jennifer coached Joshua on how I was leading. Once they grasped the basics, we practiced every night. They quickly improved with Joshua learning how to lead with growing confidence, and Cindy picking up the rhythm of following her partner’s cues.

As our dancing became more intimate each night, our lovemaking mirrored our actions. On my coaxing, Jennifer pulled Joshua close to him one night, smashing her braless tits into his chest. He couldn’t have had a bigger smile. The next night, Cindy wore a thin blouse and copied her mother, her pointed nipples jabbing into me.

Jennifer and I barely made it into the bedroom before I was hammering her from behind. She screamed out four orgasms before I growled and filled her pussy with a load of cum. She made a point during each of our love sessions to scream out, “Fuck me, Daddy!” It’d always turned her on to admit our incestuous relationship, and I never complained, being on the receiving end of her tight, clasping cunt.

The next week, we decided to switch partners with Joshua and Cindy dancing while Jennifer and I watched. We provided several tips, and they did quite well, but at the end of the night, they both pleaded to continue to practice with us as they wanted more experience. Jennifer and I smiled at each other, knowing their intentions were motivated by their hormones rather than wanting to practice.

The nights we didn’t dance, we snuggled in the living room watching TV. Cindy and I would sit on the couch, while Jennifer and Joshua camped out on the loveseat. We continued the caressing of legs, our hands drifting higher after a week or so. One night, while all four of us danced, I turned Cindy so that she and Jennifer were back-to-back. Their heads rested on our shoulders, and when I knew Joshua was looking at me, I slid one of my hands down and squeezed Cindy’s ass. She gasped, her arms hugging me tighter.

Joshua saw my move, and when his eyes met mine, I winked and nodded to Jennifer’s ass. His hand slowly descended, and when he spread his fingers and gripped her cheek, she moaned and pulled him tighter. His smile was as large as mine when I pounded his mother later that night.

A week or so later, Jennifer and I took it to a new level when, after dancing, we kissed, explaining that generally, after a set of songs or sometimes after a romantic dance, a kiss is a nice way to reward your partner.

When we resumed dancing with our kids, Cindy eagerly kissed me on the lips at the conclusion, and when Joshua didn’t act fast enough, Jennifer pulled him down to her mouth. There was no tongue action, merely a soft, gentle kiss, but the ladies knew the effects of it when, during the next song, they pulled our groins into them, feeling our hard pricks.