Chapter 32

Life is funny. One minute, you’re on top of the world, and the next minute you’re doing laundry and trying to find a pair of clean underwear. That’s what happened to me.

One minute, I was there in Mama Mia’s, with two centerfold-worthy knockouts kneeling naked before me and licking up and down the sides of my cum-soaked pole, and not that many minutes later, I found myself back home, wiping the counter clean in the kitchen while my wife cooked dinner next to me. It was a really big letdown. I went from “Sexual Superman” with my very own pair of “cock slaves” to a mere nice guy and helpful husband, getting the house ready for our guest, Cindy.

But things didn’t return completely back to normal. For one thing, Ruby was there too, and even though my wife was wearing ‘normal wife’ clothes, the ones she’d presumably still be wearing when Cindy arrived, Ruby was wearing what I was calling in my mind, “Daddy, please bend me over the table and fuck me doggy-style right now, please, please, please?” clothes. She was wearing an oversized, sleeveless white T-shirt, with the emphasis on “oversized.” It looked like the kind of shirt Kareem Abdul-Jabbar might consider wearing but then decide it was too big for him. However, although it was very baggy for her, it didn’t hang down that low over her ass. And that was all she wore. Just the shirt.

Needless to say, her breasts were freely bonking around inside the shirt while constantly threatening to escape out of the sides or even the front, since the V of the collar and the sides of the shirt actually hung down well below her nipple level. And escape they did, constantly. She was already making a game out of it, saying things like, “Daddy, my tits keep falling out! I think they’re just too big and needy and squeezable. Will you help me?”

Of course, the first thing I did was look over at my wife, who was standing right there and smirking. I shouldn’t have bothered though, because she just kept doing her thing, acting as if this sort of request was perfectly normal and nothing she needed to be concerned about. She wasn’t ignoring the situation (far from it, in fact!), but she was silently making it clear that dealing with this sort of thing was MY responsibility, not hers.

“Help you what?” I asked my redheaded teen vixen, already dreading her answer.

“I dunno. Just hold them and, um, rub them. Maybe if you get the nipples really hard, that’ll help.”

Mindy was no help at all. For instance, after that comment, she just snickered. Then, sounding like a normal concerned mother, she said in an off-hand way, “Honey, sounds like she needs some help over there. You really should help her with that whole nipple hardness problem, and the rubbing and fondling of her big squeezable tits and whatnot. I’ll take care of things around here.”

In fact, I’m pretty sure Mindy was wearing her ‘normal’ clothes already in an effort to focus all my attention on Ruby. I got the impression she was still a member of the Gruesome Twosome’s secret conspiracy, at least in spirit, if not in formal membership any longer. It was as if it was her goal to make sure I ended up fucking every single hole I could fit myself into on my two seductress-in-training daughters, and she wouldn’t be satisfied until I did just that.

Although Mindy was doing most of the cooking, I was doing the ‘idiot’ kitchen work since I couldn’t cook anything that didn’t have microwave directions. And Ruby was supposed to be setting the table. Setting the table is an easy and quick job, but it was really the “tease Dan mercilessly by striking one sexy pose after another and keep his dick erect” job, it seemed.

And I haven’t even mentioned the bottom hem of the shirt yet. The shirt was long enough to cut across the top half of Ruby’s ass and just above her pussy when she was standing straight and still. But “setting the table” seemed to consist of nothing but constantly bending over in front of me. In fact, it involved quite a lot of bending over and fiddling with things, one more time, that didn’t need to be readjusted at all.

I’m just glad that one of the dinner dishes wasn’t stuffing, or I’d never have been able to survive the sexy innuendos that would have been flying back and forth.

To make matters worse, Ruby couldn’t stop talking to Mindy about what had happened with Sue Ellen at Mama Mia’s today.

Mindy listened attentively and expressed her complete approval about absolutely everything. Yet she was able to keep her arousal in check enough to stay clothed and working on dinner. She didn’t even seem that surprised, somehow.

My only saving grace, keeping me from drooling and gibbering like a blithering idiot, was that I was in the kitchen and Ruby was across the counter and all the way deep in the dining room. So I didn’t have that close of a view. But then the teasing got worse when Ruby declared she was “too tired to go on” with her table setting duties, and came into the kitchen to get a drink. I should have seen it coming.

She went to the sink, poured herself a glass of water, and then proceeded to spill it all over her chest. I don’t think one drop of water actually entered her mouth. Naturally, the white shirt, which was quite thin to begin with, turned just about completely see-through. Suddenly we had the makings of a wet T-shirt contest contestant.

Okay, so maybe coming home wasn’t THAT much of an erotic come down. Enough time had elapsed since my orgasm at Mama Mia’s that my dick was erect again, and my wife and daughter had certainly noticed.

Ruby cried in mock dismay, “Oh no! Clumsy me! Daddy, can you help?”

I pretended to be annoyed. “What am I supposed to do now, Red?”

“Just rub my tits and nipples until they feel really good. Er, I mean, until they get dry.” Ruby joked, “I mean, you wouldn’t want me to catch a cold or anything, now would you?” She laughed, and then gave me such a sultry “come hither” look that it just about knocked me over.

I sighed, although I have to admit it was more of a mock sigh. “Mindy, Sweetheart, aren’t you going to say something? Help me out here?”

Again staying in ‘normal wife and mother’ mode, at least with her mannerisms and tone of voice, she said, “Honey, she does have a point. Her shirt is a total mess. Somebody’s got to help rub her big and bouncy tits, and you don’t want ME to do it, do you? I’m busy!”

This time, Ruby got to snicker.

Mindy pretended like she’d had a Eureka moment, but she was smirking too much to fool me for a second. “Oh, I know! Your cock gets really hot when it gets excited, and I see it’s excited now. Have her suck you off for a good long while, and then you can fuck her big fat tits, while making sure to rub your sizzling hot pole all over them. That’ll get that shirt dried off in no time.”

She was great at staying in character, but she couldn’t help turning to me at the end and smirking and smiling my way. She definitely loved to smirk-smile.

“What?!” I exclaimed, to startled looks from both of them. “How could you even joke about something like that?! ... You know I promised I’d fuck Michelle’s big tits first.” I finished that to a round of giggles. Their humor had been infectious, and I couldn’t resist that set-up.

But then I tried to steer us back to the matter of preparing for our guest. “You’re a big help,” I complained. “Cindy’s supposed to be here soon. How do you think she’d like it if she walked in and found me sitting on her only daughter, sliding my cock between her tits?”

“I dunno,” Ruby replied, as she walked up to me and gave me a hug for no good reason. “Look what happened to Laura today. You never know. Why don’t we test and see?”

She took my hand, slid it under the bottom of her “shirt,” and then brought it up to her hefty rack. That left her wet shirt bunched up, completely exposing her stomach and everything below it as she churned her hips, grinding against my erection.

At this point I should have had some willpower and pushed her away. I did not.

Mindy obviously saw everything Ruby was doing, but that only increased my wife’s smirkiness. “Oh, by the way,” she said to me offhandedly, as if she’d just now remembered something. “A funny thing happened while you were upstairs showering and dressing, Honey. Sue Ellen called from work. Actually, she was sitting in her car during her break so she could talk to me with one hand on her pussy. You know most of the story, and I gotta say, DAMN! Good work there, hubby!”

“A-ha!” I said. “So that’s why you seemed so unsurprised when Ruby was telling you everything.”

“True. But I loved the story so much that I was happy to hear it twice. Besides, I wanted to hear both her take and Ruby’s take.”

Even though Ruby had explained this already, the reminder inspired her to repeat herself. “Mindy! You should have seen the way Sue Ellen sucked on Daddy’s cock. It was truly a thing of beauty watching her wrestle with it and somehow try to cram it in her mouth. And all the tears she cried! She said she had this totally transcendental experience doing it too.”

“I know,” my wife replied, chuckling mirthfully. “Didn’t you just tell me that and much more?”

Ruby said, “Yes, but it’s so epic, so major, so colossal, it deserves to be said again! I mean, if Sue Ellen fully joins us, and I hope and expect she will, Daddy will have THREE hot, sexy, big-titted teen sex slaves at his constant beck and call! Our ability to properly tend his cock at all times will grow practically exponentially!”

Mindy chuckled some more. “Yes, I’m aware, and you know how much I approve. Just thinking about all that, and especially how the two of you licked the King together today, has got me so hot to blow him myself that it’s hard to just stand here and cook. But the one thing neither of you know is that Laura also took her break early, and you know what she did with it?”

I said, “I’m afraid to ask.”

“She rushed home, got her bathroom scale, turned around, and rushed back. Looks like someone’s in a pretty big hurry to lose exactly 30 pounds!”

I frowned. “Oh no! She told Sue Ellen I told her that?”

Mindy said with a triumphant smirky smile, “Of course. AND ... Sue Ellen explained a few things to her and now she’s gonna go get tested for STDs first thing tomorrow.”

“I’ve created a monster,” I moaned. Somehow, my other hand had found its way to Ruby’s tummy. Then I slid it up to twist her nipples. Ruby’s oversized wet shirt wound up around her shoulders.

“Actually,” Mindy purred, “I like to think that I’m the one who created the monster.” She leered in the general direction of my crotch.

Ruby was still hugging me like her life depended on it and still grinding away on my erection with her hips. She said, “Actually, I think Dan IS a monster.”

Mindy turned from the stove, puzzled by that.

Ruby went on, “Dan’s cock is not just King, or Mr. King, it’s a frickin’ monster: KING DONG!”

She giggled, then started chanting, “Bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum...” like she was trying to imitate the beating of jungle drums. She dropped a hand to my zipper and started unzipping it. “The villagers flee! Babies cry! Women faint! Grown men weep! King Dong is coming out of his cave!” She went back to making the drum chanting sound as she pulled my cock out.

She went on, “The Alien is scared! The Predator is too! Mothra? Forget it! He pissed in his pants. Even Godzilla leaves Tokyo alone and runs to the hills, because KING DONG is on the prowl!”

I’m weird. For some reason, I asked, “Mothra has pants?”

Mindy though was totally hamming it up. Acting like a scared and concerned housewife, she said, “Oh dear! Ruby, that sounds serious! What does this King Dong want? What are his demands?”

She moved behind Ruby and helpfully pulled Ruby’s wet shirt up and over her head.

As Ruby started to stroke my throbbing boner, the now totally naked teen explained, “Well, he loves his wife. Naturally. And he keeps her very satisfied. But that’s not enough! He needs to conquer teenage pussy! Human sacrifice! Not to kill, but to fuck! Virgins! Daughters! Virgin daughters with big tits and intact hymens! Because he’s KING DONG and he’s red and angry!”

“Oh my!” Mindy held her hands to her mouth, like an overly melodramatic B-movie actress from the 1950s. “Ruby, that’s horrible! Honey, we’d better give this King Dong what he wants, or there’s no telling what he’ll do! What should we do first to appease this insatiable monster?”

Ruby was on her knees now, and I seemed helpless to stop her because she was just too fun and arousing. She spoke in a distressed voice, “Well, I think he’ll be satiated with a titfuck or blowjob for now, but he’ll be back later, after Mom’s gone, demanding fresh, hot PUSSIES!” She was blowing air on the tip of my cock in a wonderfully maddening way.

Mindy hammed it up. “Oh no! Ruby, quick! Do something! Cool the King down! Use your saliva!”

Ruby already had my cockhead in her mouth by the time Mindy finished saying that. I’m not sure how she was doing it, but I could tell that she was finding it easier to accommodate my thickness in her mouth.

I looked up at my gorgeous wife, who seemed to be trying for the record of making the smirkiest satisfied smirk ever. “I suppose you think you’re pretty clever, wife of mine,” I said as I gave in and put my hand on Ruby’s flaming red hair, guiding her movements as she started to suck with a good rhythm.

“Yeah, pretty much,” she agreed smugly. “Ruby, I’d love to join you, and I can’t wait to share Dan’s cock with you, but somebody’s got to keep an eye on the cooking.” She started to get up, but then she changed her mind. “Awww, hell. I suppose one little suck won’t hurt anybody. Or maybe two...” She tapped on Ruby’s shoulder.

Ruby obligingly pulled her lips off and handed over my erection to my wife. Or I should say she handed over part of it: she kept right on stroking near the base while Mindy nibbled and licked around my cockhead.

After a minute of that, Ruby grew impatient. She griped to Mindy, “Don’t just lick. You’ve got the entire prime cockhead to yourself. Give it a good, powerful suck! Let’s see some real power sucking!”

“Well, twist my arm...” With that, Mindy engulfed my cockhead. For the next minute or two, she did her best to show Ruby how experienced and talented she was at this, while Ruby kept on stroking the remaining inches.

Who knows how long she’d have kept going, perhaps trading turns with Ruby, but a buzzer went off in the kitchen. She immediately pulled off and said, “Darn it! He’s all yours, kiddo.” Then she got up.

Ruby said, “Woooow! That was inspirational. A lesson from the Jedi master in Dan sucking!”

Mindy grinned at that. “Don’t worry. You will learn, Padawan.” She picked up Ruby’s wet T-shirt, turned, and headed back to the kitchen. She tossed the shirt on the counter and went back to tending the stove.

Ruby eagerly took my cockhead back into her mouth. She immediately tried out some of the moves she’d just seen Mindy use. God, it felt great!

I could have just luxuriated in the cocksucking joy, but curiosity got the best of me. I asked Mindy, since she was free to talk, “Did you two come up with that whole ‘King Dong’ thing in advance?”

“Honestly, no. That was all Ruby’s doing, I assume.”

We both looked to Ruby for confirmation. She gleefully nodded. My boner was sticking straight out and she was sliding her mouth forward and back on it, so the nodding was easily noticeable.

Mindy saw that from the kitchen, and continued, “I gotta say I’m pretty impressed. Just like I’m wildly impressed at what you did at Mama Mia’s today, Honey. Do you realize how many times I came while I was talking to Sue Ellen when she called me during her break? Four or five, at the very least. It’s hard to tell because it was all just one big orgasmic phone call. And that was the quick version. Tomorrow I wanna get the full story out of her, face to face.”

I pointed out, “But you heard it from her and Ruby too.”

“Yeah, but I want the full Sue Ellen version. Ruby is right, that was an ‘epic’ event that’s going to change all of our lives. Besides, the more I hear her talk, the more I learn about what makes her tick. Then I can use that knowledge to better enslave her to you.”

“That’s diabolical. I’m pretty much doomed to lose, aren’t I?” I commented while my hands helped guide Ruby’s head forward and back. Not that she needed the urging, mind you, but I got the sense that she welcomed it. It probably deepened her sense of being controlled.

“Pretty much,” Mindy replied without looking back at me. “If one woman really, really wants something, and there’s a man standing in the way, I feel sorry for that man. He’s in a tough spot. But if three or four women all want the same thing, and there’s a man standing there, it’s almost like taking candy from a baby. He’s roadkill.” She turned her head my way and grinned with theatrical evil.

“I know. So what do you want?”

Mindy explained, as Ruby greedily sucked on me, “In the long term, for you to recognize reality and drop this whole ‘dating boys’ business of yours. Accept that you have two, going on three, cock slaves and fuck them in every hole to your heart’s content. And theirs! Is that really so hard?”

I didn’t answer. I felt I had to be mindful of their long-term futures and not let lust totally rule. But I didn’t want to argue about that.

She added, “Furthermore, fuck whoever else you want, when you want. Hopefully while I get to watch. The cucquean’s dream! I could name names, if you’re interested. Jane Corlin, for instance. She’s a ripe fruit, ready to be picked. In the short term, I was thinking it would be good for you to cum before Cindy gets here. And unless I miss my guess, you should be ready to cum buckets by now, and poor Ruby is actually, like she said, a little bit thirsty. So there’s another win-win for everyone.” She smiled wolfishly.

I commented, even as I winced and clenched my PC muscle, “It’s weird. Here you are, my wife, watching our gorgeous nude daughter suck me off in our own house, as if this were the way things should be all the time, and you’re actually rooting her on.”

She smiled wickedly. “I know. Isn’t it great? Don’t you just love it? Don’t you just wanna shower her face with your seed? Honestly, think how nice and relaxed you’ll feel sitting there talking to Cindy, knowing that your balls have already been drained dry, and her daughter’s cock-hungry mouth is swimming with your yummy sperm.”

I asked my wife, “And where will you be while I’m doing that?”

“I just want a front row seat!” She came close again and knelt down. That put her face less than a foot from Ruby’s. “God damn! Look at her go! ... Oh, Ruby, now you’re just showing off, taking long sucks nearly to the back of your throat AND doing the corkscrew thing at the same time. I’m so proud of you!”

In fact, Ruby had gotten me in pretty deep into her mouth. I could feel the entrance to her throat stroking the top of my cockhead as she tried to take even more. But then she choked and gagged, and had to pull back to try and breathe. She didn’t let my thickness escape from her sucking mouth though, and kept on licking around my sweet spot even as she recovered her breath.

“I must say,” my wife told her approvingly, “I’m very impressed. Keep this up and you’ll be deep throating him in no time! Once you figure out how to get over that nasty gag reflex of yours, of course. I mean, I know he’s big and thick and all, but with plenty of practice you’ll learn to take him all the way into your throat, so you can really swallow his cock so deep that we’ll be able to see the bulge in your throat. Phew boy! That’ll be extra sexy!”

Then she said directly to me, “Honey, did you know she and Michelle have been doing something special for a couple of weeks now that’s weakening their gag reflexes? It’s a kind of a trick involving a toothbrush. Before long, they’ll be able to deep throat you just as easily as picking up a spoon!”

I rolled my eyes. “You two are so out of control! But Cindy’s going to be here any minute, and there’s all this stuff that’s not done!”

“What stuff? Everything’s taken care of. I just gave you some busy work, so you’d be forced to stare at Ruby and play with her body. But you’re right about the time. Ruby, I don’t know if one tongue is gonna do it. Do you mind sharing with me again? I think we may have to throw in some more fresh pussy to appease that monstrous ol’ King Dong.”

Ruby didn’t reply, as that would have taken away precious lips-on-cock time. But she did quickly scoot over and pull her lips off again, allowing Mindy to lean in and start slurping away on one side.

I found myself thinking, How did it come to this, with my wife sharing my erection with my new daughter? Somehow, when all this wild stuff began, I kind of imagined Min in one box and Ruby and Shelle in another. The crossing of the lines is totally blowing my mind! This has never come up before. I mean, their tongues are actually touching right over my sweet spot, repeatedly! Where will it end? Will Mindy even invite our daughters to join us in our bed?

Knowing my wife’s behavior lately, and looking down at her lapping her way up and down one side of my dick, with Ruby equally busy going around and around the cockhead, I could only answer: Probably! No, make that almost definitely! Man, I am so outgunned here. Stick a fork in me, I’m done.

I was getting close to blowing my load when the doorbell rang.

“SHIT!” I shouted. “Shit, shit, shit! What terrible timing. That must be Cindy! Somebody, do something!”

I twisted and jerked myself away from both of them. I couldn’t believe my eyes when they just remained kneeling there, with Mindy fully dressed and Ruby in just her birthday suit. I hissed, “Come ON! Look at how Ruby’s dressed! Or should I say undressed!”

“But Honey!” Mindy complained. “We were so close! Just another minute. Or two. Come back!”

“No, I’ve gotta go change. My shirt’s all wet from Ruby pressing her soaked chest against it, and now I’ve got drool and cum all over my pants!” I hissed quietly, “That’s not just anybody; that’s Ruby’s MOTHER!”

Neither of them seemed particularly concerned.

I grabbed Ruby’s hand and pulled her up. “Come on Ruby, upstairs! We’ll go the back way so Cindy can’t see us through the window!”

My erection was sticking straight out in front of me, as I hadn’t tucked it away yet.

Ruby grabbed it and squeezed it tight. As she resumed stroking it, she said, “Let’s go!”

Mindy guffawed. “She got you that time!”

The doorbell rang again.

I was getting panicky. After all, Ruby was our daughter now, but she was Cindy’s daughter too.

Ruby seemed to be under the impression that she could stroke me all the way up the stairs, but I somehow managed to pry her hand off my shaft and zip up my fly while still in the kitchen.

Once my boner was no longer available, she finally acted with some urgency. We ran through the house, while Mindy tried to fix her hair and her face in the reflection coming from the window above the kitchen sink before finally going to answer the door.

By that time the door opened, Ruby and I were safely upstairs.

I dressed in record time and hurried back down the stairs. I was pretty certain that Ruby would come into my bedroom and ask to “finish the job” as soon as she had some clothes on. I doubted I could resist the temptation, but the idea of getting blown by Ruby while her mother was elsewhere in the house was too freaky for me. (The boldness and daring I was feeling at Mama Mia’s earlier was gone, and I was more or less back to my usual risk-averse self.)

However, the thought of doing something like that, plus the knowledge that my dick was still covered in Ruby’s and Mindy’s saliva, kept it at full mast and then some. In fact, because I’d been so very close to cumming without quite getting there, I was feeling far too horny to meet Cindy. But what could I do? I was too anxious now to quickly cum, even if I had Ruby’s oral help.

I was more than a little flustered, but trying not to show it (or my bulge!), when I came down the stairs to greet Cindy.

She and Mindy were chatting away happily in the foyer. My wife was looking and acting like everything was perfectly normal.

“Cindy! Great to see you!” I said as I outstretched my arms once I reached the bottom of the stairs. I gave Cindy a very chaste and quick peck on the cheek and an equally quick hug, being careful to keep my lower body away from her, to prevent her from feeling the raging erection throbbing in my pants.

“Great to see you!” Cindy replied happily enough. She had a hint of a quizzical look though, due to my awkward hug.

But then Mindy had to stick her foot in it. “Daniel Cooper! What kind of hug and kiss was that? Do you think she has cooties or something? Come on, give her a real hug!”

I saw the knowing snicker on my wife’s face that indicated the jokester side of her had come out to play. As a matter of fact, it seemed she has had that snicker on her face more often than not lately, at least when she was around me. Obviously, she knew I had an insistent boner, because her tongue had just helped make it that way, and she loved to put me in tricky but basically harmless spots.

I really had no choice but to stand closer to Cindy and give her a real hug, and then kiss her on both cheeks. I was thinking, Damn! As if this isn’t awkward enough, I can’t thinking that it’s obvious where Ruby gets her gorgeous looks. Not to mention the genetics for her big breasts. There’s been too much excitement today. I’ve gotta steer clear of pressing against her hefty puppies!

I thought I’d made it through the hug okay, but just as I pulled away, Cindy said, “Dan, is that a cucumber in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?”

Cindy and Mindy burst into laughter. Apparently they thought that was the greatest joke in the whole world, because they just kept on laughing. At least Ruby was still changing upstairs so she wasn’t there to laugh along and increase my embarrassment.

Finally, I was able to shepherd the two mirthful women into the adjacent living room, where we all sat down on the sofas to have some cocktails.

Our house has a fantastic fireplace and we’re big on fires, even in the summer, not for the heat but for the atmosphere. So I stood up and got the fire going before fully joining the other two. I also hoped the distraction would allow my erection to subside (but no such luck with that).

Sitting down, I took a moment to give Cindy the look over. I was free to do so since she was turned Mindy’s way and fully engaged with her.

It wasn’t that I was sexually attracted to Cindy at that moment. Definitely not. I mean, with Mindy, Michelle, Ruby, Sue Ellen, and possibly even Laura to contend with, having sex with one more woman was the last thing on my mind. And I had more or less gotten in the habit of pushing aside all sexual attraction to my gorgeous neighbors - especially Cindy. She was our dear friend, and my wife’s best friend, so that was only proper.

But still, I had suddenly become very sexually involved with her daughter. I couldn’t help but see her in a new and distinctly more sexual light by comparing the two of them. For instance, how much of her daughter was in Cindy, or how much Cindy was in Ruby? Ruby was obviously very sexually voracious - did she get that from her mother?

I doubted it. After all, Cindy had been divorced for three years now, and since she and Mindy were close friends, I usually got the Cliff’s Notes lowdown on her dating prospects. To make a long story short, the dates appeared to be few and far between, and had been for quite some time now. Even back when she was married, it seemed like she’d had a pretty horrible sex life and marriage. It sounded like she didn’t so much have sex with her husband as he’d occasionally come home raving drunk and basically rape her. It sounded horrible. I figured that she must be turned off to sex, after years of that kind of abuse and bad associations.

But on the other hand, she was quite a looker. In that way, there was absolutely no doubt that she was Ruby’s mother. In fact, just as Michelle was practically a carbon copy of her mother (plus a little extra jutting up front), Ruby was basically a carbon copy of Cindy. Their fathers (including me!) didn’t seem to have much to do with it.

For instance, Cindy’s hair was red, although more of a brownish red instead of Ruby’s fire red, and she had a longer haircut. They had the same large breasts, although I didn’t know what Cindy’s bra cup size was exactly, as it wasn’t polite to ask her or Mindy about that. They also had the same stunning types of faces, the same overall impressive hourglass figure, same green eye color, same cute noses, and well, basically, the same everything!

So naturally, given my strong and growing sexual feelings for Ruby, it would be pretty natural that I’d be attracted to Cindy too, right? Bone the daughter, then bone the mother!

Well, no. It was a totally, totally different situation. The way I looked at it, the whole key to making this new arrangement of allowing me to have sex with other women work was to limit the field to only older teenagers. Let’s say college-aged, at the oldest. As Mindy had explained to me, with teenagers, she didn’t have to worry about a threat to our marriage due to the great age difference.