Chapter 3

Dan, Hanna, and Jenny woke up from their nap, actually sleeping. In the other room, Lisa and Cathy were sleeping lightly in a lover’s embrace.

He called Kevin to see what the dinner plans were. Kevin suggested they come over, and he’s ordered pizzas for delivery. They put on their clothes: Dan his polo shirt and lounger pants. Lisa made sure his cock and balls remained out for viewing later on.

“Dad, when we get to Kevin’s home, you should put that beautiful cock of yours away for now,” Cathy suggested.

Cathy and Lisa wore their devastatingly low-cut wraparound dresses with short hems. The girls wore the same low-cut tops, minus their bras, and short skirts with panties.

The women looked so inviting, with a hint of makeup and the fragrance of their perfume.

“Mom, can we stop at a Walmart on the way and buy a package of condoms?” Jenny asked.

“Do you and Hanna have plans for Mark and Tony that include fucking?” Lisa teased.

“I’m not sure, but we want to be prepared.” Jenny smiled.

“That is a good idea; we might need several tonight for us too,” Cathy added.

Lisa looked up Walmart on her phone and found one nearby. He and Cathy stayed in the car as Lisa took the girls to buy their first box of condoms.

Returning, Hanna and Jenny were all smiles as they showed Dan the box of Lifestyles Ultra Sensitive. “You must plan on being very busy with a box of thirty-six,” Dan teased.

“Oh, Daddy, we only need two, maybe three each,” Hanna replied, taking three for her sister.

“How many do you want, Mom and Cathy?”

“It depends on how much of a slut Dan wants us to be,” Lisa asked, looking at him.

“I don’t know how many condoms Leslie will have with her, so you may as well take the rest of the box.”

Lisa and Cathy let out a girlish giggle. “How much of a slut do you want us to be?”

“As much of a slut as you want to be.”

“That’s one of the reasons I love you so much! You give me so much sexual freedom in our relationship,” Lisa said.

“I take pleasure in watching my girls being pleased, being my sluts.”

“You should have a few too, Dad. We expect that you’ll get to fuck several women during the night.”

Dan parked in Kevin’s driveway, noticing a different vehicle. He pressed the door buzzer, and they could hear their dog barking. Kevin opened the door and welcomed them in. The strange car belonged to Leslie’s brother, Adam.

Cathy and Lisa noticed the tall, athletic, dark-haired man with Leslie approaching them. Leslie made the introductions. Dan laughed lightly, seeing Lisa and Cathy practically throwing themselves at him.

“Is it okay to say that your dresses accent your wonderful figures?” Adam asked.

“It’s very okay,” Cathy said, going to him. “I guess I’m your date for the night; aren’t I a lucky girl?”

“I am indeed a lucky man,” he smiled, eyeing her deep cleavage.

Moments later, two teenage boys appeared, and Hanna and Jenny’s eyes widened. Leslie made the introductions of Mark and Tony, identical twins. Handshakes were exchanged, the boys eyeing the girls’ slender figures in their low tops, obviously braless, and their short skirts. The girls viewed the boys’ teenaged physiques, pretending not to look at the bulges in their shorts.

The adults smiled at the instant attraction of the teens, more like overflowing hormones.

“We thought of pizzas for a quick dinner,” Leslie suggested.

“That’s fine, Mom; anything will do,” Tony said.

“Come on with us, and you can pick a movie or two we can watch,” Mark said, leading the way to the rec room.

“Teenaged boys, stomachs made of cast iron,” Adam joked.

“Can you tell one brother from the other?” Hanna asked Jenny as they entered the rec room.

“Yes, I can; this is Mark; I can tell by his eyebrows; they’re a little thicker than Tony’s.”

“Very observant,” Mark smiled, eyeing her revealing cleavage with his height advantage. She smiled at him, looking at her.

“We won’t torture you with any selection of chick flicks our mom might have,” Tony joked.

Leslie called in the pizzas for delivery. Dan watched Cathy’s growing attraction to Adam as they sat and talked.