Reasonable Bounds

Ha! Fat chance of that! I doubt it was even two minutes from when I walked out to the pool area and took a look around before I was rock hard again. Sure enough, Nicky still wore that damn red bikini, and everyone else was wearing bikinis that covered just as little!

Part of the problem was that I was like a Christian being thrown to the lions, yet I had a strangely cavalier attitude about it. I was in some kind of strange, post-orgasmic cocky mood. Letting Mindy go ahead and greet everyone first, I stood back and surveyed the scene. I took a “census” of the women there, looking them over one by one. Ruby: cock slave. Michelle: cock slave. Sue Ellen: cock slave. Mindy: wife, and almost a cock slave. Cindy: cock slave. Nicky: not a cock slave ... yet! Did I just say that? I’ll pretend I didn’t say that!

My attitude was all messed up. It seemed that the raging fire of my lust had burned away most of my moral bearings. What was left was in danger of going up in smoke before too long.

The others were milling around the pool, although a couple of them were swimming in it. I stayed back and tried to gather my wits. Okay, I can’t be like Mindy and just run with any thought that happens to be arousing. This is Nicky we’re talking about here! I don’t care how good she looks, it’s absolutely imperative that she doesn’t come to think that she has some kind of sicko dad who’s perving on her. It’s not that hard to be a normal dad around a bunch of beautiful women, even when they’re swimming or standing around in skimpy bikinis. So that’s what I’m going to do.

Feeling better about myself and the situation, I went forward and said my hellos. Unfortunately for me and my penis, I had been gone long enough that my return resulted in hugs all around, including from Nicky. I was ready for such a contingency though, and I hugged her in the same way as I’d done last time, where I put my arms way high up her back and let our shoulders touch but not much else.

That worked last time, since I was getting up from a chair, but it looked awkward as hell this time between two standing people. And what made matters worse was that I’d just given Cindy a normal hug, so it was like I thought Nicky was a leper.

Ruby, who was swimming in the pool, stopped to look, and then yelled, “Hey! You call that a hug? What the hey? Do you have some kind of back problem?”

Michelle, also in the pool, seconded, “Yeah! Give her a REAL hug!”

I gave in and gave Nicky a real hug. And when I said that I got a boner within two minutes of arriving at the pool area, I think I can pinpoint that happening to the precise moment her startlingly large breasts pressed into my chest! That definitely didn’t happen with the earlier hug. What made that contact so delightful was that I wasn’t wearing a shirt, so I could feel nearly every inch of her magnificent breasts touching me, skin on skin. I know it was wrong of me to get aroused by the sensation of forbidden softness, but damn it all, I’m a male who loves seriously stacked women!

However, Nicky seemed just as reluctant to hug me as I did her, so she didn’t press fully against me. That meant that my rapidly engorging dick remained a safe distance away from any part of her.

And the hug didn’t last very long either. I was planning on keeping it very short, but I got a bit distracted with those luscious boobs against my chest. Nicky cut it short before I did. I think that had something to do with the fact that I distinctly felt her nipples stiffening while pressing into my skin!

I supposed having to hug someone while nearly nude, and in front of a bunch of other people, was simply too embarrassing for her and caused an automatic reaction. I noticed that she immediately turned away and blushed. I also noticed her nipples were definitely poking out now! I didn’t get to see that sexy sight for long though, because she turned her back on me altogether.

Of course, that let me enjoy the sight of her luscious bubble butt instead. With the “new and improved” Nicky body, there was simply nowhere to look that was “safe.”

A strange word popped into my mind: Callipygian. It took me a moment to remember what that even meant. Oh yeah. That’s a fancy way of saying having beautifully shaped buttocks. Where the hell did that come from? I guess being an author means I know more “fancy words” than most. But damn, if there ever were ass cheeks deserving the word “Callipygian,” I’m looking at ‘em right now!

Even though both Ruby and Michelle had been swimming, and with their hair slicked back from going all the way in, they both jumped out of the pool to get their hugs too.

This was a potentially very tricky situation. I was extra aroused by Nicky today because I’d never seen her like this, but that was the thrill of the new. Objectively speaking, both Ruby and Michelle had figures that were every bit as impressive as Nicky’s. In Michelle’s case, one might argue even more so. Plus, I knew just how sexual and naughty both girls were. AND they were soaking wet! I was determined to not even look at them directly because seeing the water dripping down their bikini-clad bodies was far too titillating and tempting.

To my pleasant surprise, neither girl tried to get frisky with me. Each of them gave me firm but brisk hugs. True, both of them pressed in closer, close enough that I’m sure they couldn’t miss the stiff condition I was in. However, they ignored that and dove right back into the pool. My front side ended up wet, but that obviously couldn’t be helped after hugging two wet ladies.

Once Michelle was paddling in the water again, she looked up to Nicky and said, “Did you see that? That’s a REAL hug. Even with your second hug there, it’s like you’re afraid of Daddy.”

I’m not sure Nicky even saw the hugs, because her back was still turned. But she turned around to confront Michelle, and said, “I’m not afraid of him. Give me a break.”

“Then show it,” Michelle challenged. “Big sis is a big chicken. Bawwwwk-bawk-bawk-bawk-bawk!”

Nicky just rolled her eyes and tried to ignore that.

I decided that if I went in the pool that could be a way for me to hide my erection, despite my size-challenged bathing suit. Plus, I could stop the Hellions from pressuring Nicky and I into sharing another hug. But I wasn’t done running the gauntlet of hugs.

Sue Ellen was next, but her hug was quick and light. It was curious that the Gruesome Twosome didn’t criticize her hug, because it was much less of a “real hug” than Nicky’s. I guessed that Sue Ellen didn’t want to give Nicky any idea that she might have the slightest physical interest in me. Good for her! Once again, my Cupcake showed herself to be an excellent cock slave.

Mindy didn’t seem to feel the need to hug me since she’d come to the pool area with me - or maybe she got off on me hugging everyone else but her. However, that still left Cindy. This was a very tricky situation indeed, since Nicky now thought of Cindy as my mistress. When Cindy approached me, also dressed in a sexy and revealing bikini, I decided to confront the situation head on.

Nicky was watching us closely. I looked right at her and said, “Yes, Muffin, Cindy really IS my mistress. So I’d like to kiss her when I greet her, like I always do. Is that okay with you?”

Nicky asked me with worry, “Do you mean on the lips?”

“Yes I do, but briefly, out of respect for you. Can we do that?”

Nicky nodded and bit her lip.

I kissed Cindy and hugged her. As promised, it was an open-mouthed kiss, but it only lasted a few seconds. I thought Nicky might look away, but to my surprise, she hardly even blinked. I suppose I was somewhat naughty though, because I put my hands on Cindy’s essentially bare ass cheeks. (Although she was wearing bikini bottoms, I couldn’t feel them where I put my hands.) And when the kiss ended, we remained in an embrace, complete with Cindy’s wonderfully round tits pressing into my shirtless chest.

I suppose I was trying a little bit of shock therapy on Nicky. The sooner she could get used to my intimate relationship with Cindy, the better. Plus, I told myself that I could keep my bulge hidden by remaining tightly pressed against my new “mistress.”

Nicky stared right at my hands still squeezing Cindy’s ass flesh as she asked Cindy, “If he calls you his mistress, then what do you call him?”

Cindy clearly was stumped. The answer she undoubtedly had on her mind was “Master,” since even though she was shy to say it much, she definitely thought of me as exactly that. But there was no way she could tell Nicky.

After an uncomfortable silence, she said, “To be honest, I don’t know. Remember that this relationship situation is pretty new for us, and we’re kind of winging it because we don’t know of anyone else who has done this.” She looked up at me. “I don’t know, Dan. What should I call you, besides Dan?”

I tilted my head, thinking. I decided (partial) honesty was the best policy. “I don’t know either. I guess we’ve been dodging that until now.” I looked over at Nicky. “And of course, I don’t call her ‘mistress.’ It’s not like I say, ‘Hey, Mistress, can you pass the peas?’ I’m just Dan, and she’s just Cindy, or sometimes Cin. Isn’t that good enough?”

“I suppose.” Nicky seemed curiously disappointed. “I’m not really curious about what you call each other every day. I’m thinking there needs to be some kind of title. If ‘wife’ is to ‘husband’, then ‘mistress’ is to what? You see what I mean?”

“I do. But I don’t know. Does anyone know?” I looked around for help.

No one knew. There were a lot of shrugs.

Then Michelle stopped her swimming and came close to us at the edge of the pool. She said, “I know this is kind of out of left field, but could the word we’re looking for be ‘master?’”

“Master?!” Nicky frowned at that. “That’s for masters and slaves. Cindy’s not a slave!”

I just about had a heart attack! I thought, What the hell is Shelle up to?! Has she lost her mind?! Shit! Nicky can’t know that! Never! I know I want to reveal some of the truth to her, but not THAT!

Luckily, Nicky was looking down at Michelle instead of towards me, or she might have seen an all too shocked expression on my face.

Michelle continued, calm as a cucumber, “I know that, obviously. But think about it. A mistress is traditionally a ‘kept woman’ of a married man. She’s kind of his possession. Sultans and kings of old had dozens and sometimes even hundreds of mistresses. I’ll bet they called their man ‘Master.’”

Nicky complained, “I know, but that’s not the kind of relationship Dad has with Cindy.” She looked to me. “I’ve been talking to Mindy and Cindy, and it sounds to me like she’s almost your second wife.”

Thankfully, I’d just recovered from my initial shock. I looked to Mindy for approval. When she nodded, then I furtively nodded back.

I cleared my throat to get Nicky’s attention. “I know. It is just like that. But we don’t have a term for ‘almost husband to an almost second wife.’ And ‘husband’ isn’t right without a formal marriage. So maybe Shelle is right. I’m thinking that ‘master, ‘ odd though it is, is the closest thing that fits.”

Nicky was still frowning. “Well, I don’t like it at all. It sounds demeaning. Like she’s a possession.”

Michelle shrugged like she didn’t really care one way or another. Then she went back to swimming with Ruby.

Cindy, still in my arms, looked up to me with a big smile. “Well, I DO like it! It sounds sexy!” She tilted her head towards Nicky. “You might be too inexperienced in the ways of love to understand. But let me tell you, to be ‘possessed’ by the man you love can be a very thrilling and comforting thing. He has my heart, just like I have his.”

She got up on her tiptoes and pecked my closed lips. She also gripped my ass cheeks and wiggled even closer into me, which mainly had the effect of grinding her lower tummy into my boner. Luckily, she stopped with that. She probably didn’t want to do more with Nicky right there.

Nicky sighed, seemingly oblivious of Cindy’s wiggling and its effect on me. “I’m sorry I asked. Anyway, Cindy, how you can have his heart? Doesn’t Mom already have his heart? Dad, don’t tell me you have two hearts.”

“Obviously not,” I replied. “And just as obviously, it’s a saying. When a parent has two children, does that parent love them any less than if they have just one child?”

Nicky squirmed uncomfortably before admitting, “No.”

“There you go then.”

She still didn’t seem happy with that, but lacking a good excuse to dig in her heels on the matter, she let it drop.

Cindy got up on her tiptoes again so her mouth was almost at the same height as mine, and said, “‘Master.’ I like the sound of that. I’d like to call you ‘Master’ sometime” - her voice suddenly got very sexual and husky - “especially in the bedroom. Rrrawwrr! Would you like that?”

“Definitely!”

Cindy kissed me again. And this time it wasn’t just a peck on the lips. Within a couple of seconds, we were tilting our heads this way and that like we simply couldn’t get enough of each other. I still had Cindy’s ass in my hands, and I must confess that I was squeezing and fondling her backside more than just a little. Due to the passion of the kiss, without thinking about it, one of my hands wound up partially under the back of her bikini bottoms, with my fingers squeezing into her ass crack.

But then I remembered that Nicky was standing there, so I broke off the fondling and the kiss altogether.

I turned to my stunning older daughter, and said, “Sorry. It’s easy to get carried away with someone you love. And I hope you can see how much we’re in love. Although we haven’t been together very long, sometimes you just know it’s going to last. I’ve known Cindy for so long, as a friend. We just know.”

Cindy stepped back towards me and wrapped an arm around my back. But she stood so that she and I were facing Nicky together. I think she was sending the not-so-subtle message that she belonged to me now and that wasn’t going to change.

It seemed that Nicky couldn’t stop staring at me and the bikini-clad Cindy clinging to me, despite her discomfort. And her nipples were as stiff as ever, so she couldn’t have been that upset. She grumbled, “This is too weird. And boy am I sorry now for asking that question. I think I created a monster with this ‘master’ crap.”

I wasn’t sorry! In fact, I was thanking my lucky stars, as well as wishing I could thank Michelle for taking advantage of an opportunity. You see, I knew the use of ‘master’ in the instance we were discussing was a stretch at best. But there was a constant danger of someone accidentally blurting that word out. Sue Ellen was a particular concern because she liked to call me Master so much, but really, any of my cock slaves might do it. Michelle’s explanation could provide at least something of an excuse if someone happened to slip and use the ‘M’ word. Cindy in particular was safely covered now. That’s why I’d made the spontaneous decision to go along with Michelle’s seemingly crazy idea.

I had renewed hope that we could make it to Sunday morning without inviting utter disaster!

The way I’d been embracing Cindy had provided cover for my all too obvious erection. But now that my front was no longer against hers, I had to think of something else, and fast. I had thought of going swimming as cover, but I decided that simply sitting down at the edge of the pool and dangling my legs in the water worked nearly as well. So I let go of Cindy altogether and I did just that.

But it was a case of “out of the frying pan, into the fire,” because Nicky elected to sit down right next to me and put her legs in the water too. (Cindy, meanwhile, went to talk to Mindy.)

Before Nicky could say anything, Michelle swam right up to me, close enough to grab my feet if she wanted. She looked up to me, and said, “‘Master.’ I like the sound of that. I think I’ll call you that sometimes, Master Daddy.” She giggled at that.

She stood up in the pool right in front of me, which meant that most of her upper body rose out of the water, including all of her fantastic jutting torpedoes. Seeing sheets of water pour down her perfect round melons wasn’t just an insanely arousing sight, it was a work of art! Her nipples were poking out proudly, and she either didn’t notice or didn’t care. (I was betting on the latter.)

Ruby swam up. “Oooh! Good idea. Me too! Hey Master, are you going to go swimming today or what?” She giggled too, tickled pink at using that word in a sentence.

She also rose up out of the water right next to Michelle. Now I had four soaking wet and obscenely large tits to contend with, not to mention four erect nipples. Ruby actually did Michelle one better by pinning her arms behind her back. It might have seemed like a casual pose to anyone else, but Ruby had to know that it reminded me of some of my favorite cock slave positions.

I was forced to readjust my erection before it sprang free of my entirely inadequate swimsuit.

Nicky seemed upset. “What’s wrong with you two? You’re not his slaves!”

Michelle breezily waved away Nicky’s objections, saying, “We’re just joking around. I mean, it’s such an absurd word. Besides, it’s kind of a political commentary. As long as we live in this house, we’re essentially his slaves. He owns our asses. He makes us work at this crappy job at a crappy, stupid video store, and it sucks! But do we have any choice? NO!” She stuck her tongue out at me, but playfully.

Ruby backed Michelle up, as she so often did. “Seriously! He might as well put leg irons on us. Nicky, you have nooooooo idea how boring this job is. Nobody comes in. We just stand there.”