Chapter 9

Jeff was dreaming that a mermaid was sucking his dick. Somehow, hot coffee entered into the situation.

“Are you going to sleep all day, sleepyhead?” Diana asked.

Jeff managed to get one eye open to see Diana standing by the bed wearing nothing but the proverbial smile. She was, however, holding a tray with a carafe of coffee and cups. He groaned as his dick jerked when Arlene licked it before pushing her mouth down on the head, sucking vigorously.

“Baby, if you keep that up I’m going to come,” he said, drawing out the last word as Arlene forced as much of his cock into her mouth as she could. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard. Jeff grunted once and his cock jerked as he came in one long gush that made his head spin.

Arlene gagged as his sperm hit the back of her throat, but gulped and swallowed several times in rapid succession before holding him in her mouth until he relaxed. Jeff shivered as she licked his cockhead, cleaning up a gob of sperm that she had missed. After kissing the tip, she grinned at him. “Are you in a better mood today, Master?”

Jeff fell back on the bed and put his forearm over his eyes, sighing. “I’ll say one thing for that son-of-a-bitch. He taught you how to suck cock like a pro.”

“And, how would you know how a pro sucks cock if I might ask?” Diana said, a gleam in her eye, but half serious, nonetheless.

“Just an expression, Babe. The only two females I have ever had my dick in are right here.”

Diana just looked at him, obviously wondering.

“Jack didn’t teach me to suck cock, Daddy – Mother did.”

“Well,” Jeff returned, laughing, “she did a hell of a job. I haven’t awakened to a blowjob for a long time now,” he said while glancing at Diana, “but I could certainly get used to it.” Yeah, Jeff, he said to himself, the first thing this morning, you were going to tell Arlene this couldn’t go on, but it so happens that the first thing turned out to be a blowjob.

Diana, who had set the coffee tray on the table by the bed while they were talking, poured the coffee, fixing Arlene’s and hers, before handing the one with black coffee in it to her husband, then Arlene’s to her, taking the last one for herself.

After Jeff had a sip of his coffee, Diana took the cup and placed it on the table with hers before sitting beside him. He raised an eyebrow in question, but he figured it out soon enough when Diana leaned over and stuck a nipple into his mouth.

He didn’t hesitate, Diana thought, nor push me away. He just took my nipple and sucked it, and is now licking it the way I love. I was so afraid he wouldn’t.

Jeff slid his hand down to touch her button gently as he pulled harder on the nipple. A few seconds later, she shivered and came, followed by that purring sound again as she came down.

Diana motioned for her daughter to move up the bed. As their eyes met, they silently communicated, and Diana moved aside. Arlene put her coffee on the floor and replaced her mother’s nipple with hers. Jeff caught his wife’s eye and she gave a slight nod. Repeating the process for his daughter, he sucked her beautiful breast until Arlene’s orgasm drew close before he bit down a little on the puffy nipple. Tensing, she sucked in a breath before coming with a banshee wail and a spasm that left no doubt in anyone’s mind that she enjoyed what her dad did for her.

Jeff propped himself up in bed as everyone got their coffee back. After a few minutes of silence while they continued to sip their coffee, Diana, in a tentative voice, said, “I want this to be the first day of the rest of our lives.”

Jeff started to joke about her statement, but after noticing the look on his wife’s face, thought better of it.

“Yeah, Dad, Mom has a good idea,” Arlene said. “We received millions of dollars for your invention, then we, basically, just came here and worried or moped. We haven’t had a good time since we’ve been here.”

Jeff laughed, sounding almost like his old self. “Sooo, you didn’t have a good time last night?”

“Oh, you know what I mean, Daddy,” she said, blushing. “Before that.”

“Yeah, I know, Kiddo. All I could think of was what had happened, and that my wife had betrayed me. While we’re discussing it, I suppose I should say it aloud, although you two had already figured it out. I just could not get over my wife responding more to Jack than she ever had for me.”

Diana started to say something, but Jeff shushed her. “No, let me finish. I guess my ego – I didn’t even know I had one – must have suffered some.” After a snort by both women, he hastily added, “Okay, got destroyed, then. But I found some things out last night. First off, my daughter is smart – perhaps wise would be a better word – well beyond her years,” he said, smiling at Arlene, “and also that Jack pushed some buttons on you, Diana, that I had no idea were even there. It also seems that you” – he glanced at his daughter – “have inherited more than just the ability to lactate when you’re excited. You come just like your mother does. Hell, maybe I shouldn’t have screwed Jack up. He showed me how to fuck my wife,” he said, bemusedly, “And, I have it recorded if I need to review,” he finished with a bit of depression leaking through.

“Does this mean that your ego is back in place now?” Arlene asked, giggling as she tried to lighten his mood again.

Jeff looked at her, then at Diana. “I would be lying if I said I’m one hundred percent. I still have a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, and I still want to kill Jack, but I can say that I love my wife, now,” he said, his voice a bit firmer as he looked at Diana. “And that I know that I can work through this,” then grinning, “especially if I can have a few more of those morning blowjobs.”

Arlene jumped on him, wrestling with her father. Diana saved the coffee from spilling as the match morphed into a tickling contest. Jeff got his daughter on her back with his legs wrapped around hers and an arm trapped while he managed to hold the other one. After finding the ticklish place on her side, he went after her. She thrashed around doing her best to get away, but he was relentless.

“Daddy, stop. I ... oh ... Daddy, stop. Quick, Daddy, stop!” she managed between squeals, but Jeff didn’t let up.

Suddenly, they all heard this tiny little sound that, if a man had made it, would have been called a fart and a weak one at that. It, however, since a female had managed it, would probably have been more appropriately referred to as a poot – but it didn’t smell little.

“I tried to tell you I had gas,” Arlene said just before Jeff yanked the bedroom door open and her parents ran out. She could hear them laughing, then her mother squealing as her dad apparently tickled her. Arlene’s smile turned into a grin when, judging from the sounds, her parents chased each other out of the suite’s sitting room and on down the hall. She finished her coffee as she wondered what the family would do today. If I have my way, I’m going to get at least one load of come in my pussy, sore or not, and I’ll bet Mom has the same idea.

Arlene decided to wait a while before going to the kitchen. Her mom might just get that load a little early.

Arlene snoozed for twenty minutes or so before picking up the coffee tray and cups. As she pushed the swinging door to the kitchen open a crack, Ah, my timing is perfect, she thought when she heard the rhythmic smacking sounds. Pushing the door on open, she strolled in. Just as I thought. Dad has Mom bent over a table fucking the crap out of her.

Arlene quietly put the tray on the counter near one of the sinks before sitting at the bar where she had a good view. If either of her parents heard her come in, they didn’t show it. Jeff was relentlessly pounding away, his balls swinging forward to bump against Diana’s pussy on every stroke. Her full, conical breasts were jiggling and swaying to her husband’s rhythm.

They’re both going to need a shower after this, Arlene mused, noticing the sweat. She slid her middle finger into her pussy while brushing her palm against her clit. With her other hand, she twisted her right nipple and pulled on it. After a couple of minutes, an intense orgasm hit, causing her to almost slide off the bar seat.

As Arlene continued watching her parents while playing with herself, she thought, Boy, Mom is a real knockout, and my dad is no slouch himself. He has a cock to make a porn star envious, at least the ones in the two DVD’s Jennie and I sneaked from her dad.

She could hear her mother mumbling about being sore, and at the same time saying, “Yes, yes.” The teenager continued to watch as her dad slowed to long hard strokes, holding for a couple of seconds while he was all the way in. He then gave a few, very fast, short strokes, grabbed her mom’s tits, rammed in and held, groaning.

Her mom bucked as if she were trying to throw her dad off, screaming at the top of her lungs. Arlene could see her dad’s balls jerk up tight against his dick, and she knew her mother’s womb was getting a sperm bath. If those pills don’t work, there is going to be two pregnant females around here, she thought. That brought on another orgasm for her that peaked and lasted for a long time before finally tapering off.

When Arlene could again notice her parents, they were lying on the floor with her mother’s ass humped up a little, and her dad astraddle with his legs on the outside of her mom’s. He still held her breasts while slow-stroking her mother now and then.

Boy, Mom couldn’t move if she had to. She’s completely at Dad’s mercy.

After a few minutes, her dad quit stroking, but continued lying on top of her mom with his dick soaking in her pussy. Arlene could see a thick trickle of come seeping from around her mother’s plugged sex. Her father eventually pulled out and helped her mom stagger to her feet. By the time she was upright, there was come running down her thigh.

“You guys were hot,” Arlene said as they sat next to her at the bar.

Diana sat for a few moments before she smiled and picked up her cigarettes. As she caught her husband’s eye, she put one of the long, all-white cigarettes to her lips, sat straight, and with her head held high, lit the cigarette. After putting the lighter down, she again held her head high and pulled hard on the cigarette, hollowing her cheeks before taking the cigarette from her mouth, she blew a stream of smoke toward the ceiling

Where Jeff could not see, she winked at her daughter as she tapped ash into the ashtray and thought, Maybe Jack taught me a few things, too. And I’m going to use everything I can think of to make my husband know I’m his woman and his alone. If it hadn’t been for Arlene, I would have lost him. I owe her too, but most of all, I owe Jeff.

Later that morning, Diana wandered around the outside of the building, wondering if she could have any flowers at this altitude. The nights were cold even in late June, but the days had been in the high sixties – once into the low seventies. She decided that she and Arlene would make a trip to a nursery and ask what kind of plants they recommended. She wanted to make this monster that they were trying to call a home, hers. A flower garden, if it were possible, would be a start in that direction. The conference center/retreat is beautifully furnished, but I would like to do some redecorating in the master bedroom, also.

After entering the house, she went looking for Jeff and Arlene to tell them her plans. It still wasn’t noon; they would have time to see about finding a nursery today if Jeff and Arlene were agreeable. She checked the living room and the theater but didn’t find them. Thinking that Arlene might have decided to play some video games, she opened the door of the game room – and the green-eyed monster struck.

Diana stood as if rooted to the spot. Jeff had Arlene bent over the pool table, much as he had Diana earlier in the kitchen. She felt her face flush and her anger kindle. She had to force herself to be calm. I instigated this, even asked Arlene to fuck him, but it’s one thing to be there, and another thing, altogether, to walk in and find them doing it. They could have, at least, asked my permission, she inwardly fumed. Then chastising herself, No, that’s ridiculous. Jeff would never come and ask. If that were part of the criteria, he wouldn’t have sex with her at all, and we would be right back where we were yesterday – with Jeff ready to ask me for a divorce. Somehow, I have to get past this.

Arlene clutched the rail of the table with her ass raised as high as she could manage. Jeff slammed his cock into her, his knees bent, angling his dick slightly upward, obviously aiming for Arlene’s cervix. From her comments, he was dead on.

“Oh, Daddy, shit, that hurts,” Arlene whined. But she didn’t lend much credibility to her complaint when she came, squealing and thrashing her ass from side to side. Her tits bounced and jiggled as her beautiful mop of hair fell into her eyes.

As Diana quietly entered the room, Arlene tossed her hair to clear her face. As she turned her head to look at her dad, she noticed her mother standing near the door, mouthed her a kiss and winked.

It’s almost as if I caught him with another woman, Diana mused. How am I ever going to be able to get used to this? I feel as if I should go screaming over to Jeff and demand that he take his dick out of my daughter. Boy, that would be a bit on the bipolar side. Instigate it one day, before screaming at him for doing it the next. Diana, you idiot, you can’t start being jealous now. If I say anything, Jeff will doubtless stop fucking Arlene, then probably stop fucking me, too. Where will that leave me? I had rather have him fucking both of us instead of neither of us. Somehow, I have to get over this. If I start being catty now, no telling what he will do because he certainly hasn’t forgotten. This is precisely the way Arnie fucked Arlene in our old playroom with Jeff recording it. Ah, crap. I’m so damn confused.

Fighting to master her jealousy, Diana walked over to the fucking couple, knelt beside Arlene and took one of her breasts in her hand. She pulled on the nipple for a moment, starting Arlene’s milk, then leaned over and took the nipple into her mouth, sucking as hard as she could while hollowing her cheeks. Arlene and Jeff groaned in unison. Arlene, because of the warm mouth sucking her nipple so nicely; Jeff, because he had never seen his wife do this. He had seen them kiss in the shower and wondered, but this completely blew his mind and, his load a few seconds later.

Jeff rammed into his daughter as hard as he could and held, his legs shaking from the strain of standing in the cramped position. Despite that, his sperm spurted into his daughter with force. After the first thick spurt bathed her cervix, he drew back slightly and rabbit hunched a couple of times before pushing the tip hard against her slightly dilated opening to her womb while groaning out several more hard spurts. With his vision tunneling as a shiver shook his body, he finished pumping the last few drops into her. While he was coming, her pussy had pulsed and spasmed as her climax went higher and higher. With her pussy clamped so tightly about his member that it almost hurt his cock, he sighed out a weak groan as his cock began to soften.

Arlene slumped forward onto the pool table, forcing Diana to let go of her daughter’s breast. After a few minutes, Jeff pulled out, allowing a torrent of come to run from Arlene’s swollen pussy. Diana stared at her husband’s come as it slowly ran down the inside of her daughter’s thigh, her own pussy tingling when she remembered how great it felt for her husband to come inside her.

Unfortunately, it had felt great when Jack and Arnie had come inside her, too, but she would never mention it to Jeff; although he certainly knew because of the way she had acted while, unknown to her, he had been watching – and recording everything. I wish he had never seen me come with Jack or Arnie fucking me. He knows I will come when a man – any man, it seems – comes in me. But maybe he will forget in time. I hope he will. I didn’t want to fuck those two, but my body didn’t ask my brain for permission to come. Shit. Will I ever get this straight in my mind? No wonder Jeff was so screwed up. I sucked Jack’s cock when it came out of my pussy. Jack expected it and demanded it.

Diana glanced at her husband as he leaned back against the pool table to catch his breath. Before she could overthink the situation, she knelt in front of him to take his limp, but still-swollen, cock into her mouth. Gently cleaning it with her mouth, she increased the suction as she looked up at her husband. She thought that it was a turn-on for a woman to look at a man while she sucked his cock, let alone to clean it deliberately with her mouth. Maybe this will help to convey that I’m sorry for what happened. Not just happened, she scolded herself, for what I did.