The next morning Michael awoke at 8:00 am. Remaining in bed for a while, he reflected on the events of the previous day, somewhat in disbelief. Had it all been some fabulous dream? It was beyond anything he would have thought possible. Sure, hooking up with a woman like Leigh was not out of the ordinary for him, and fucking a hot little vixen like Kaylee wouldn't have been completely out of the question either, but both of them, on the same day, and a mother and daughter to boot?
He recalled the different encounters, each erotic scene vividly playing out in his mind's eye. The quickie blow job that Kaylee gave him before he met her mom for dinner, the wild, hungry love making with Leigh, and the even wilder session after that with her daughter, fucking her in the shower and then fucking her in the ass.
Michael would be in Kauai for almost three more weeks, and they would be here for almost the same amount of time, so who knew what else might occur. That worried him a bit. Kaylee didn't seem to give a shit about him having sex with both of them. She even claimed that she was happy that Michael was screwing her mom, and he believed her. There was something wild about this chick, something he couldn't quite put his finger on. She was sexually liberated in a way most women weren't, even women who tried to believe they were. And she had a kinky side to her as well. He could just picture her masturbating in an adjacent room while he fucked her mother.
Leigh on the other hand wasn't anywhere near that open minded. She would go absolutely ballistic if she found out Michael was fucking her daughter. Kaylee said herself that her mom was a bit over protective, and he was certain that if she found out that her forty-five year old
ex-boyfriend was also having an affair with her twenty-one year old daughter she'd be close to homicidal.
Just as he could envision Kaylee frigging herself while he and her mom did it, he could also picture Leigh busting in while he was plowing her daughter from behind, plunging a knife in his back a dozen times. Michael shivered, the thought sending a chill up his spine. He usually believed that with women a man was better off being honest from the get go, but in this particular situation there was no way that Leigh could ever find out about Kaylee and him.
Eventually he got out of bed, abandoning his retrospection in favour of action. He promptly showered and shaved, then went down for breakfast, more than a little trepidatious about dining with the two women at the same time. When he arrived at the restaurant Leigh wasn't there yet, so he grabbed a table, ordering a coffee. A few minutes later she entered, Kaylee absent.
"Good morning!" Leigh greeted him, smiling warmly.
She looked beautiful, her red hair pouring over her shoulders and down her back. She was wearing a pretty, v-neck white sun dress that came to just above her knees, showing off her sexy legs, her feet bedecked in a pair of fancy, decorated flip flops. A portion of her cleavage was visible where the neckline of her dress plunged downward, Michael unable to resist taking a quick peek as he stood up.
"Good morning Leigh," he replied, holding her chair for her.
"Wow, such a gentlemen," she answered, giving him a peck on the cheek before sitting down.
"Would you like a coffee?"
"That would be awesome!"
He took the carafe that the waitress had left on the table and poured Leigh a cup, passing it across the table to her. Her fingers lingered against his for a moment as she took it from his hand.
"Thank you."
Michael nodded, looking over her shoulder for a second. Still no Kaylee.
"I thought your daughter was going to join us this morning?"
"So did I, but that's Kaylee for you."
"How so?"
"Oh I don't know, she's just so unreliable, unpredictable."
Michael observed Leigh impassively, aiming to seem interested, but not overly so. She continued.
"I mean, she was disappointed that she couldn't come to dinner with us last night, but yet this morning when I mentioned meeting you for breakfast she just rolled over and mumbled something about being too tired and having a late night." Leigh shook her head. "She was probably fooling around. God, I hope she wasn't with those two guys from the pool."
Michael glanced down at the table for a second, a faint smile briefly on his lips then vanishing. Unfortunately it was there long enough for Leigh to notice.
"What was that?" she said, glaring at him.
"What?" Michael answered, looking up immediately, no longer smiling.
"That look."
"What look?"
"That grin, that smirk."
"Shit Leigh, I wasn't smirking."
"Yes, you were."
Michael had no desire to engage in a back and forth with her, remembering all too well the rows they had had years ago. He simply stared back, expressionless.
"You think Kaylee's a slut, don't you?" Leigh stated bluntly.
"What? Of course not. What the fuck is the matter with you?"
She looked at him for several seconds, scanning his face for any hint of what he was really thinking. All she saw was annoyance and a bit of anger, which is exactly what Michael was feeling. He didn't have to pretend that. After a while she relented. Her expression softened, a chastened look on her face.
"Michael, I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. Maybe I was projecting."
He remained silent and she went on.
"It's just that, well, she's so wild, fuck maybe wilder than I was at her age."
"Is that even possible?" he commented, a hint of sarcasm in his tone.
He was trying to make a joke, but all the while he knew that what she said was probably true.
"It's not funny. You know, I caught her once sucking off two guys. I mean right there in our living room. She's so promiscuous."
Leigh looked at Michael with a mixture of helplessness and disappointment.
"Jeez Leigh, you shouldn't be telling me this," he answered sincerely.
"Oh god Michael, I'm sorry, you're right, it's just that I worry about her, you know. I don't want her to ruin her life like I did."
"Leigh..."
"OK, maybe not ruined. I just don't want her to get knocked up by some asshole and then marrying the son of a bitch."
After this statement she was silent for a spell, quietly drinking her coffee, Michael mulling over her words.
What have I gotten myself into
