Chapter 59

Anne and Marc sat next to each other at the kitchen table drinking coffee and talking about the night before. Sally and Tom hadn't come downstairs yet, although it was getting close to the time they would have to leave for school.

Marc didn't mention what happened in the hallway to Anne when he returned to the bedroom, telling her it was only one of the kids, but he felt guilty for not telling her what happened...

"Anne," he said, holding his coffee cup with both hands. "Last night when I went out to see what the noise was, I saw Sally in the hallway. She was at the linen closet looking for clean sheets."

Anne smiled and said, "She and Tom must have messed up the bed. Those two can't seem to keep their hands off one another sometimes."

Marc chuckled, took a sip of his coffee, and stared into the cup.

"When I saw her, she was only wearing a towel... wrapped around her head. She acted like it was no big deal to be walking around naked."

"It isn't a big deal Marc, you've seen her nude a lot of times."

"I know honey, but this time it was different... this time it aroused me. I feel like shit, thinking about it."

"Well it isn't any wonder, after what we heard and did in the hall last night. I'd be worried about you if seeing Sally naked had no affect on you," Anne said reaching over and putting her hand on his leg.

"Christ Anne, I'm her father! I'm not supposed to have thoughts like that."

Anne squeezed his leg and giggled. "You're a man Marc. All men think with the little head sometimes... in fact, most of the time. You aren't going to tell me that seeing a cute young girl doesn't make you think are you?"

"No, but my daughter! I feel like some kind of pervert."

"Let me get this straight," Anne said laughing. "You fuck your sister, you fuck my brother, and you feel like a pervert because your daughter gave you a hard-on! I think you're losing your mind Marc."

Marc smiled and then began to laugh. "I see what you mean Anne, I am being a bit of a hypocrite... aren't I?"

Anne nodded and slid her hand up to his crotch she gently squeezed his genitals and kissed his cheek. She heard Tom and Sally talking and removed her hand just as they entered the kitchen.

"Good morning," Anne said. "Did you two sleep well last night?"

Sally glanced at her brother and grinned, "Morning, I slept great."

"Me too," Tom announced as he took two glasses out of a cupboard and filled them with orange juice. He placed one on the table and drank the other down.

Sally brought two bowls and a box of cereal to the table, placed one of the bowls in front of her brother, and filled the other from the box. She slid the box of cereal over to her brother and poured milk into her bowl.

"Are you guys all ready to go to New York?" Sally asked.

"Almost," Marc said. "We just have to pack a few more things."

"What time is your flight dad?" Tom said.

"Our flight is at six-thirty tomorrow morning, we have to leave for the airport at about five," Marc replied.

"Wow, that's early," Sally said. "I'm glad I don't have to get up at that hour."

"We have to get up at about four in the morning," Anne said. "Your Uncle Don is going to pick us up and then we have to pickup Mr. and Mrs. Phillips."

"Don't wake me up to say goodbye," Tom chuckled. "I only get up that early to go fishing."

Marc and Anne both laughed and assured their children they wouldn't wake them. Tom and Sally finished their breakfast and left for school.

"Would you like to go into the family room and watch the news with me Anne?" Marc asked his wife as he stood up and went to the counter for more coffee.

"Sure honey," she said. "Pour me another cup too."

With their cups refreshed, they went into the family room and Marc turned on the television. They watched the news, commenting on the local events. When the weather came on, they listened to the announcer predict more snow for late that night and into the next morning.

"That's just great," Marc said. "It will take forever to get to the airport. Maybe I should call Don and suggest we leave earlier."

"I think that would be a good idea, I don't want to be late for our plane."

Anne got up from the couch and went to the phone. Just as she reached for the handset, it rang. She picked it up and said "hello" to her brother. Anne talked for a few moments and hung up.

"That was my brother," she said. "He wants to leave tonight and get a room at the airport so we don't have to drive in the snow."

"That's fine by me, how long will it take us to finishing packing?"

"Not too long, I only have a few things left to pack. We have all day to get ready. I don't want to leave until the kids get home from school."

Anne sat back down on the couch, picked up her coffee, and watched the rest of the news with her husband. When the news was over, they went upstairs to finish packing.

"Anne said she and Marc think it's a good idea too," Don told Marge. "I will call Bob and Dianne and let them know."

"Okay Don," Marge said. "I'm going to run upstairs and start packing."

Don called Bob and told him about getting a room at the airport. When he was finished talking with Bob, Don called the hotel at the airport to reserve the rooms for the night.

"I talked to Bob," Don said as he walked into the bedroom. "He said that it was okay with he and Dianne."

"Did you call the hotel?" Marge asked as she went through her drawers pulling out the clothes she would need to pack.

"Yes, they only have one room left. It seems like we're not the only ones that want to avoid the bad roads. I took the room, it has two queen sized beds in it and I figured we could make due for one night."

"I'm sure it'll be fine Don."

Don pulled two suitcases out of the closet and placed them on the floor. He opened the bags and asked what he could do to help. Marge pointed at the stacks of folded clothing on the bed and told her husband which suitcase to put them in. Once all of the items they wanted to take were packed into the bags, Don closed them and placed them in the hallway outside their bedroom door.

Walking up behind Marge, Don put his arms around her waist and pulled her back against him. He began to kiss the back of her neck and flick her earlobe with his tongue. Marge put her hands over his and leaned her head back onto his shoulder. When he began to kiss her neck, she pulled his hands up to her breasts and moaned softly.

"What do you have in mind?" Marge asked.

"Well, I thought we could have a little fun before we leave," Don whispered into her ear.

"Are you afraid you won't get enough while we're gone?"

"No, I'm afraid I won't get enough of you while we're gone," he said as he slipped his hands under Marge's shirt and back up to her breasts.

Marge turned to face Don, unfastened her slacks, and worked them over her hips and down her legs. She took her top off as Don quickly dropped his pants and removed his shirt. Once they were both naked, Marge wrapped her hand around his penis and pulled on it. Don followed her to the edge of the bed and reached between her legs.

As Don's penis grew in his wife's hand, he rubbed her vulva and probed between her vaginal lips. He slipped his finger into her vagina and wiggled it in the warm wet cavern.

"Oh, that feels good," Marge moaned. "I like to feel your fingers in my pussy."

"You do huh, how about my cock? Would you like to feel that in there?"

Marge picked up one of her legs and placed it on the bed. She pulled Don's penis to her crotch and rubbed the head against her mons. Don removed his finger from her vagina and she placed him at her opening.

"Put that thing in me," She said.

Bending his knees slightly, Don moved closer to her and pushed his hips forward. Marge held his hard shaft until she felt him enter her and then let go. Placing her hands on her husband's sides, she leaned her head back and groaned as his manhood slid deep into her vagina.

Don began to pump his penis in and out of Marge slowly, hesitating each time he was fully embedded in her. He began to increase the speed of his lovemaking as his wife thrust her hips towards him. Grabbing her by the hips, he stopped her movement, pulled all the way out of her, and then drove his member back into her vagina.

Marge grunted and groaned as he stabbed his penis in and out of her heated hole. She put one hand between her legs and rubbed her clit as Don continued his assault. After about fifteen minutes of pounding his penis into his wife, Don pulled away and turned her around. Marge climbed onto the bed and waited on all fours for him to resume his action.

Holding his penis in his hand, Don rubbed his slick member between the cheeks of her upturned bottom. With his other hand, he gripped one of her hanging breasts and massaged it firmly.

"Quit fucking around and put your dick back in my pussy Don, I feel empty."

Don pointed his member at her opening and shoved it in until his hips slapped against her butt. He pulled back and then slammed forward as he held her shoulder with one hand and her breast with the other.

Marge rocked back as Don pushed forward, groaning out her pleasure. She began to flex her vaginal muscles around his penis, gripping him each time he was all the way into her. The two kept up their lovemaking for several more minutes and then Marge pulled away again. She spun around on the bed and took his penis into her hand.

"I want to taste your cum," she said as she fisted his penis. "Tell me when your ready and I'll suck your big cock dry."

"Okay baby, you keep jacking me off and it will only be a couple of minutes."

Marge opened her mouth and pumped her hand over his rigid shaft, anticipating the first surge of semen. Don stood at the side of the bed, his hands on his hips, and watched his wife's hand glide over his throbbing flesh.

"I'm getting close Marge, I going to shoot my load soon. If you want to eat my cum you best get my cock into your mouth."

Keeping a grip on his penis, Marge flipped onto her back and looked up at him. Again she opened her mouth and pulled him closer to her. She extended her tongue and licked the head of his penis, collecting the pre-cum that leaked from the slit in the tip.

Don leaned forward, placed his hands on the bed beside Marge, and began to groan. Marge scooted on her back until her head hung over the side of the bed and pulled him into her mouth. The minute he felt his penis against her tongue, Don pushed down and feed his member into her mouth.

Marge wrapped her lips around his shaft and sucked hungrily on his penis. She kept her hand wrapped around the shaft to prevent him from sinking into her throat and shooting his semen past her tongue. She wanted to taste his cum when he ejaculated and she couldn't savor the flavor if he went too deep.

"Here it comes!" Don groaned. "I'm going to cum in your mouth."

Marge increased her suction and swirled her tongue against his penis. When the first spurt of semen shot into her mouth, she stopped the suction and pumped his shaft. She closed off the opening to her throat with her tongue, allowing his spunk to collect in her mouth. When he was spent, she removed his penis and sat up on the edge of the bed.

Opening her mouth so Don could see inside, Marge moved the puddle of salty fluid around with her tongue. A small amount dribbled out of her mouth, ran down her chin, and dripped onto her lap. After several moments, Marge swallowed the semen and licked her lips.

"Mmmm, that's so good," she said. "I love the taste of your cum and the feeling of it in my mouth."

Don wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, grinned at his wife and said, "You do huh? Well anytime you need to taste me, let me know. I'll let you suck my cock anytime you want to... but you already knew that."

"I know," she said as she licked at his flaccid penis. "I just like to hear you say things like that."

"Have you ever heard of the 'mile high club' Marge?" He asked as he sat next to her.

"What's that?"

"It is a club you become a member of when you have sex in an airplane... you know 'a mile high'."

Marge leaned against him and smiled. "So are you a member?"

"No, but I thought we might become members on the flight to New York."

"Sounds like fun to me Don. Were you planning to make me a member... or do you have someone else in mind?"

"Like who?"

"Oh, I don't know," she chuckled. "Maybe your sister or Dianne."

"Well, I never really thought about anyone but you, but your idea is intriguing."

"Asshole!" she said, slapping his leg. "I was just kidding. I want you to do me... if you fuck anybody at all in the plane."

"I was just kidding too," he said as he rubbed his leg.

Marge kissed his cheek and said, "You had better be kidding. If you want to fuck your sister or Dianne, you can do it after you fuck me. How do you plan to do it in the plane with out getting caught?"

"Well, if it was dark you could just sit on my lap in the seat, but we will have to do it in the bathroom."

Marge giggled at the thought of making love in the tiny bathroom aboard the plane. "I can't wait for that Don."

"Me either baby, we'll just have to control our noise. We don't want a flight attendant to open the door to see if something is wrong. You know how loud you can get sometimes when we're fucking."

"Yes, I know," she said. "Does it count if I blow you? That way my mouth would be full of cock and I couldn't scream."

"Yeah, I guess that would count, but I would rather fuck you."

"Okay then," she giggled, "it's settled. You fuck me and I don't scream."

Don began to laugh at her, slipped his hand under her bottom, and squeezed her. She put her arm around his neck, pulled his mouth to hers, and kissed him. The two cuddled and kissed for a few minutes and then got up from the bed. Marge smoothed the covers and made sure there was no evidence of their lovemaking.

"I'm going to jump into the shower and then get dressed to go," Don said.

"Alright honey," Marge said. "I'll get cleaned up when you're finished. I would jump in with you, but I have to shave."

Don went into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and stepped inside. Marge opened the drawer where she kept the box of sex toys and videos and looked through its contents. She turned on each of the devices, making sure the batteries were good, and then returned it to the box.

She decided that she would leave all of the items home and remind Kim where they were. She figured that with six girls spending the weekend alone, they might want to have a little fun with one another.

When she heard the shower stop, Marge went into the bathroom and watched her husband climb out of the shower. She stepped into the stall, turned on the water, and closed the door. As she washed her hair, she talked with Don about the things they were going to see on their trip.

"Do you think we will have time to visit the Statue of Liberty while we are there Don?" She said as she rinsed the shampoo from her hair.

"Yes, I want to do that and take a buggy ride through Central Park."

"Do they have a club for that too?"

"No, I don't think so," he said with a chuckle. "I guess we could start one though."

Marge finished in the shower and opened the door. She took a towel from the rack and began to dry off. After wrapping another towel around her wet hair, she went into the bedroom and selected the lingerie she would wear.

Don came into the room and watched his wife fasten her shear red bra and pull on a pair of matching bikini panties. He noticed that he could see her neatly trimmed pubic hair through the thin material and smiled. Walking up to her, he put his arms around her waist and rested his hands on her firm bottom.

"You really look sexy in that stuff Marge, I'm not sure I'll be able to keep my hands to myself today."

Marge laughed and said, "I would hope not, I wear these things to turn you on."

Don squeezed her butt with both hands and replied, "It's working. I put the bags in the car while you were getting ready, I hope you don't need to pack anything else."

"No, I have everything I need for now. I plan on shopping in New York for some new clothes. When are we going to pick up the others?"

"After the kids get home from school, I want to remind them about the rules before we go," he replied. "I don't think we have to worry, but I feel I should talk to them anyway."

Don and Marge went downstairs to wait for their children to get home from school. They sat in the family room watching television, reading the paper, and talking about the trip. Don looked up from the paper he was reading when her heard three beeps from the television, signaling a weather update. The blue banner that scrolled across the bottom of the screen said that a severe storm was forming to the west and could dump as much as eight inches of snow before morning.

"I hope they don't cancel our flight tomorrow," Don said.

"So do I Don," Marge said. "I'm really looking forward to this trip. It isn't very often we get to go away without the kids."

As they watched the weather report repeat its self, they heard Kim and Jack come in through the garage.

"Hi mom and dad," Jack said. "It's already starting to snow outside. I hope you guys don't have a problem getting to the airport in the morning."

"We're going to leave this evening and stay at a hotel," Marge said. "That way we won't have to drive in the morning."

"Are Aunt Anne and Uncle Marc going to go tonight too?" Kim asked as she slipped her jacket off and folded it over her arm.

"Yes, and Mrs. and Mr. Phillips too," Marge said. "We are all going to spend the night at the airport tonight."

Kim nodded and went to the closet to hang up her coat. She picked up her backpack and headed up stairs to change, leaving her brother with her parents. Jack began to walk towards the kitchen when his dad called to him.

"Jack," Don said. "I want to remind you about this weekend. You boys are to stay away from your sister and the rest of the girls until Sunday. I don't want you to forget that Brad and Paul are younger and you and Tom need to keep your eye on them at the hockey game."

"No problem dad, we are going to work on the boat on Saturday before the game and then just hang out at Tom's house after the game."

While Don and Jack were talking, the phone rang and Marge answered it. She talked for a few minutes, hung up, and turned to her husband.

"That was my brother Don, he said he and Anne were ready anytime we are," Marge said.

Don finished talking with Jack, went to the bottom of the stairs and yelled for Kim to come down. Kim bounded down the stairs, and went into the family room.

"What's up?" Kim asked.

"Your mom and I are going to get going. We wanted to say goodbye before we left," Don said.

After a few last minute instructions, hugs, and goodbyes, Don and Marge put their coats on and started to leave. As they were backing out of the garage, Megan pulled up the driveway in her bright yellow car. Marge rolled down her window and talked to her for a moment. She told Megan to park in the garage so her car would be protected from the snow. When they were finished talking, Marge rolled up her window and Don continued down the drive.

Megan parked in the garage, turned off her car, and climbed out. She pulled her small suitcase from the backseat, took her school clothes off the hook, and closed her car door. Walking into the house, she pushed the button to close the garage door.

Jack sat in the kitchen eating a sandwich and Kim was back in her room. Megan placed her bag at the foot of the stairs and yelled out for Jack and Kim.

"I'm in the kitchen," Jack yelled back.

After hanging her school clothes in the coat closet, Megan went into the kitchen to see Jack. She walked up behind him, circled his waist with her arms, and kissed him on the neck.

"Hi lover," she cooed into his ear as she covered his neck with kisses. "Did you miss me?"

Jack put his sandwich down, turned on the stool, and put his arms around her. He kissed her lips, pushing his tongue into her mouth. He let his hands drop and rest on her butt, pulled her closer and replied, "You bet I did sweetheart."

Megan moved her hands to his neck and began to undo his tie. When she had the tie undone, she unbuttoned the first few buttons of his white shirt and kissed him just at the base of his neck.

Jack kneaded her firm butt cheeks through the material of her skintight jeans and kissed the top of her head. When he slipped his hands under her sweatshirt and covered her braless breasts, she moaned into his chest. He could feel her nipples harden against the palms of his hands as he made small circles over her soft mounds.

"If you keep that up I'm going to make you fuck me right here on the kitchen floor," Megan groaned, moving her hand to his crotch and massaging the lump his hardening penis formed.

Jack rolled her nipples between his fingers and said, "You don't have to make me fuck you Megan I'll do it willingly."

The two teens were still embracing each other when Kim walked into the kitchen.

"Hi Megan," Kim said with a giggle. "I would ask how you're doing, but I think I already know."

Megan laughed, but made no effort to conceal what was going on between her and Jack.

"Hi Kim, I'm doing great. How about you?"

Kim sat on a stool next to her brother, turned to face the two, and pulled Megan's sweatshirt up so she could see her brother's hands on her breasts

"Not nearly as good as you're doing Megan," Kim giggled. "I wish Paul was here so I could get my boobs felt up too."

Megan and Jack both laughed at her. Megan stepped back and removed Jack's hands from under her shirt. She looked into Kim's eyes, winked, and said, "Okay, we'll behave."

"Oh, you two don't have to stop because of me, I'll just go to my room and mope," Kim said.

Jack got up from his stool, walked over to his sister and put his arms around her. "You don't have to go Kim... I don't mind if you watch us."

Kim and Megan both smacked his arms and began to laugh. Jack went back to his stool and sat down, Megan sat next to him. The three of them talked for a few minutes, trying to decide what to do for the rest of the evening.

"Well," Megan said. "I don't know about you two, but I have some homework to do. I think I'll get it out of the way so I have the rest of the night to do what ever I want to."

"Me too," Kim said. "I'm going to go to my room and study until dinner time."

The two girls got up and left Jack sitting at the counter. They went to Kim's room and took their books out of their backpacks. Megan sat on Kim's bed and Kim sat at her desk. The two girls began to do their schoolwork, but were interrupted when Jack came into the room.

"I'll be in my room," Jack said. "Whenever you're ready to eat, let me know."

"We will baby," Megan said.

Jack left Kim's room and went to his own. He took out his books and began to study, but his thoughts were of what he and Megan would be doing later.

By the time Don pulled his Suburban into the parking structure at the airport, the roads were already getting slick and snow covered. The three men pulled the suitcases out of the back of the truck and divided the load between themselves and their wives. The group walked across the parking structure to the airport hotel and Don went to the front desk to check in.

When he returned with the room key, he led the group to the elevator and up to the eighth floor. They found the room and Don inserted the plastic card into the lock. When the door opened, they all filed into the room.

Glancing around, they noticed the room contained a small round table with four chairs, two queen-sized beds, and a dresser. On top of the dresser were a television and a telephone.

"It'll be cozy, but it is all they had left," Don said. "Let's go get dinner and we can workout the sleeping arrangements later."

The group put their luggage down and left the room to find a restaurant. Marge asked at the front desk and was directed to a place that was close to the hotel. The six adults had to wait for a half an hour to be seated so they sat in the bar. They all ordered drinks and were nearly finished with them when they heard Don's name come over the paging system.

They were seated in a corner near a window overlooking the runways. After ordering another drink and selecting from the menu, they talked and looked out at the planes arriving and taking off.

"Do you guys think the kids will be okay while we're gone?" Dianne asked, speaking to no one in particular.

"They'll be fine," Anne said. "We're only going to be gone for a few days."

"I just hope the twins leave their sister alone," Bob said. "Those two can be a handful."

Dianne looked up into her husband's eyes, smiled, and said, "I hope she leaves the boys alone."

Everyone chuckled at Dianne's remark. Marge and Anne knew what she was referring to, but Don and Marc were at a loss.

When the server brought the salads to the table, Marc ordered a couple bottles of red wine. The server left and returned with the wine and six glasses, placing one in front each of them. She removed the cork from the bottle and poured a small amount of the dark red liquid into Marc's glass, waiting for his approval before filling the rest of the glasses.

Marc, acting like he knew what he was doing, smelled the contents of the glass and took some of the wine into his mouth. After a moment, he nodded his head and the server poured an equal amount into each glass, starting with the women and finishing with Marc.

Raising his glass, Marc said, "To great friends and a wonderful weekend."

Everyone voiced their approval of the toast and drank from their glasses. The server brought their dinners, with the help of a busboy, and placed the food on the table in front each of them. After asking if they needed anything else, she left them to enjoy their meals.

For the next thirty minutes, the six of them ate, drank wine, and talked about the upcoming trip. Each of them made suggestions of things they wanted to see and do while they were in New York. When they were finished eating, Marc topped off everyone's wine glass with the remainder of the bottle.

Marge, feeling the glow from the wine, raised her glass and leaned into the table. "To hard cocks and wet pussies," she giggled. "May there be an abundance of both."

The group broke out in loud laughter as they tried to drink from their glasses. After regaining some of their composure, Anne lifted her glass.

"To limp dicks and sore pussies," Anne slurred.

"To the fun of getting there," Dianne added.

By now the group was roaring with laughter. Several people in the restaurant stared at their table, wondering what was going on. After settling down, Marc signaled for the server and ordered another bottle of wine.

When the third bottle was empty, Don paid the check and they left. In the hallway outside the restaurant, Don handed the card to the room to his wife and told her that he and the other men were going to try to find a liquor store.

"You girls go up and figure out how we're going to sleep six people in two beds, and we'll go and find a bottle of brandy for a nightcap," Don said.

The women agreed and began to walk away. "Hey," Don yelled. "What room are we in?"

"Eight fifty two," Marge yelled back at her husband. "Don't get lost!"

The three women went to the elevator and up to the room. They sat on the beds facing each other, Marge across from Anne and Dianne. After several moments of silence, Anne finally spoke up.

"Okay girls, how are we going to do this? The beds are big enough for three people each so one of us can't sleep with our husband."

Dianne grinned and said, "Well, maybe none of us should sleep with our husbands. That seems like the only fair thing to do."

"What do you have in mind Dianne?" Anne asked.

"I'm not sure how to work it out, I guess you and Marge could sleep with Bob, or Anne and I could sleep with Don, or Marge and I could sleep with Marc," Dianne replied.

"It all sounds good to me," Marge said. "Why don't I sleep with Marc and Bob and you two with Don... after all, we can always switch later if we want to."

"Okay then, it's settled," Anne said.

Marge went to the door and opened it after hearing a knock. The three men walked into the room, Don carrying a paper bag. He reached into the bag and pulled out a bottle of brandy, six plastic cups, and placed them on the table. After twisting the cap off the bottle, he poured equal amounts of the amber liquor into the cups.

"Did you girls figure out how we are going to sleep?" Don asked as he passed out the drinks.

"Yup," Anne said. "You guys are going to sleep in one bed and the girls in the other."