In 'Mr D and the Babysitter' I set the scene for this and other stores to come. I followed up with 'Mr D and the Babysitter (now live in)', then 'Mr D and Rachel looking forward'. This story picks up where the last one left off. I will start with a summary, but why not go back and read the previous stories! The taboo/incest aspect will develop later in the series. Let me know what you think.
All persons in this story involved sexually are aged at least 18 years.
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My wife, Debbie, died in a tragic accident when we had only been married for two years. She was finally pregnant with what would have been our first child but her second. When we married she had a beautiful three year old daughter, Sarah, whose father had died when she was about one. So each other was all we had. The teenager, Rachel, from next door began caring for Sarah and spent a lot of time at our house over the next two years. When she graduated from secondary school, just after she turned eighteen, she came to live with us because her parents moved interstate to expand their business. So then all we had was the three of us, which is where the second story took over. That second story was all on our first full day together but ended with Sarah walking in unexpectedly catching' Rachel and naked together. We managed to cover up that embarrassing moment. The next day we spent at the beach together. After a pool party at home Rachel had an idea for a very sexy game to play with a few select friends. The planning for that was so arousing that, finally, we had sex completely. Now, the planning for that party begins.
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Party Day! Rachel and I had organised everything to make sure this would eb a party to remember. Everyone attending would be over 18 so there was plenty of alcohol on hand. And food of course. But the most important preparations were to get the space ready for 'the game'.
Rachel had devised an interesting party game focussed on 'massaging'. We were still looking for a good name for it. The rules were:
Everyone present was allocated a number. Best not to have too many people. We had decided that eight would be best, equally divided between guys and girls.
One 'spinner card' would have the number of each person and a 'twister-like' spinner so that each number had an equal chance of being chosen. I prepared a few sets of these cards covering all the possible numbers between four and ten participants. Just to be ready for whatever we did with this in the future.
The person with number ONE spun first. Whichever number the arrow stopped at on the spinner card showed the person that they would massage. If they spun up their own number then they would have to strip off completely and masturbate in front of the group for the allocated time. We decided that ten minutes was best and I had a kitchen timer ready to use.
The person doing the massage (if they were not going to be touching themselves) then spun a second card. On this card were a series of numbers. 10%. 25%. 50%. 90%. 98% and 100%. That showed how much of a massage would be given. 10% meant just a head massage. 25% was head and shoulders. Both mostly fairly basic though in a cupboard somewhere I had a wire thing called an 'orgasmatron' which I bought at the Perth Show and using that on a head could get me going. We had decided that, since the person receiving the massage for 10% or 25% did not need to be naked, just to keep it interesting if that was what was spun then the person giving the massage would be naked. And, in the game, once anyone got naked they stayed that way until the game ended.
50% meant full back and for that the person receiving the massage would get naked, and then stay naked of course. 90% was where it started getting more interesting. That meant a massage of the person front and back EXCEPT anywhere that bathers or bikini would cover. The person receiving the massage, if they were not already naked, would keep their underwear on to help to mark where the massage was supposed to stop. Supposed to, though hands might drift a little, we thought.
98% was a full naked massage everywhere except the triangle of a girls pussy or a guys cock and balls. These were not allowed to be touched. Accidents might happen but any touching there would be very fleeting. 100% was what it said. Massage, touching, full attention everywhere.
As well as preparing the food and drinks we make sure that the space where we would gather would be comfortable. We had couches arranged around the edge of a large space in the lounge room. In the centre, where we usually had a coffee table, I had arranged a low flat padded single bed. Just right to allow the person giving the massage to kneel and for everyone else sitting around to be able to see everything that was happening.
We had decided on another rule though. No actual sex was allowed. However carried away anyone got they would have to keep that until later if that was what they wanted to do. Rather than being a party pooper restriction we realised that it would actually make it more exciting because as the game went on the sexual tension in the room would keep climbing.
This would be the first time we had tried out the game, though, and so we would have to wait and see what would happen. Would people break the rules? Was ten minutes enough? Would it be too exciting or too boring. We deliberately decided that we would not try to limit any 'side action' (except for the no sex rule that is). If the people watching started getting a bit friendly then, so long as it didn't take attention away from those 'playing the game' then that was ok. We wouldn't say anything about that though. Just let it happen if it happens.
Rachel and I were obviously two of the players. Rachel had decided that three of her friends were likely to be up for this, three hotties, Lizzie and Bec and Angela. I have no idea if this was deliberate but they were the three of Rachel's friends who I put at the top of the hot list, after Rachel of course. Bec and John were sort of an item and so she had insisted that he be invited as well. The girls had decided which other guys to invite so we would find out tonight who would arrive with them.
Sarah, my stepdaughter who Rachel had come to move in to help babysit, had gone to stay at a friend's house tonight. I had arranged with the mum of one of her school friends for Sarah to go to their place and stay overnight. We had already had a couple of close calls when Sarah had nearly caught me with Rachel and if Sarah appeared in the night and found the lounge room full of naked adults that might be too hard to explain.
We were both so excited that we nearly dashed into the bedroom to fuck, as we had been as often as we could since we first took that step for the first time a week ago. But Rachel and I decided that it was a good thing to keep that edge, even in ourselves. Needless to say that added to us being pumped up when we opened the door finally to welcome our guests.
Bec and John arrived first. Since they were here early it made it easier to start with checking out with them if this was going to be ok. There was a possibility, an absolute certainty really, that they would end up watching the other one being touched intimately by someone else. Would they be ok with that. Bec confirmed "But there is no actual sex? Right?" When we nodded she said, with a hint of concern, "Ok, I suppose that will actually be ok. And everyone stays in the same room so that we can see what actually happens?"
"That is the idea." I replied. I could see that now we had come to the actual event Bec was not entirely convinced about the idea of watching some other girl, even one of her closest friends, touching her guy. We would have to keep an eye on her to make sure this didn't spoil the evening.
John was cool with whatever happened. Typical guy. Yes he was hot for Bec but the idea of being touched by some other girl like this, or being 'allowed' to touch one of Bec's hot friends, had been spinning through his mind ever since she invited him along and explained what was going to happen. Just so that he was reminded of who he belonged to they had stopped on the way here, at Bec's suggestion, and fucked in the back of his car. For John that actually made him more pumped and excited about what might happen through the evening.
Everyone grabbed a drink and settled into the couches in the lounge. John complimented me on the spinners I had made up. I had thought about using a digital form, with buttons and a screen, but then there might have some accusation of rigging. It has been easy to use my home workshop to make up the wooden 'cards' with a spinning arrow which was balanced to try to make sure it spun evenly.
About fifteen minutes later the doorbell rang again and we were surprised when it was just Lizzie and Angela at the door. Once inside they explained that one of the guys who they had invited had backed out and the other one had been called into a shift at the fast food place where he worked. He was pissed off to have to miss out and we all knew that his boss would probably have sacked him if he had refused the extra shift.