[ For this story to make any sense you need the background, IMHO. The story "Consequences, Marie" is the background. There is sex in this story. There is incest (father-daughter), exhibitionism, FFM, FF and group sex.. but they aren't the story. The relationships are the story. Your votes and comments are encouraged. Please vote and please comment. I honestly want to know what you think. ]
In the morning we (Janice and I) sat in the kitchen and ate breakfast as we talked. I called Elaine and told her that if it was Ok with her I'd put the house on the market and make sure she and Marie got a fair share of the money. She agreed. We had a friend in the church who did real estate. I called her and listed the house. She came over later in the day and we did the paperwork. She wanted to know why we were selling the house. I told her we were getting a divorce and that if she wanted details she should ask Marie. At that point she stopped asking questions.
Janice went shopping. She brought home a few sexy things for her to wear for my enjoyment.
That evening, we talked about where we might want to move. The bank I worked for was all over the nation and I knew I could transfer just about anywhere we wanted. Janice was so focused on being able to live openly as my wife that she didn't much care where we went. We decided we wouldn't take much of what was in the house. We'd hold a yard sale or two and get rid of most of it. Since the house was being sold anyway I figured Marie could take the bedroom set to her mother's and the rest could go.
We held the first yard sale the day before we flew to Tampa to board the cruise ship. We made a thousand dollars. I talked with Elaine and she agreed to come to the house while we were gone and take whatever Marie wanted or she wanted. When we got back we would be free to get rid of anything in the house. Sell it, give it away or throw it away. Elaine asked who was going on the cruise with me.
"I'm taking Janice and my new girl-friend. You don't know her."
"Oh. How long have you had a girl friend?"
"Not that it matters at this point, but our first date was last night."
"Does Janice know her?"
"Yes. They are becoming quite close."
The next morning we flew to Tampa Bay. We ate at a restaurant overlooking the water and boarded the ship at one in the afternoon. As we did the boarding process one of the clerks asked Janice if it was MS, Miss or Mrs. Peterson. Her passport had the right name for any one of the three to be so.
"Mrs. Janice Peterson." She answered. Then she looked over at me and winked. The clerk handed back her passport and other papers and said, "Have a wonderful vacation!"
Janice hooked her arm in mine and we walked aboard. I realized that she didn't have rings. If she was really my wife she would have rings. At one of our stops that would be need to be fixed.
Over the first hours of our cruise I discovered something that should have been obvious but took me by surprise. She knew me better than I knew myself. At dinner the first night she told the server what I wanted for dinner while I spoke with one of the other passengers. Then I turned and ordered the exact things that she had ordered for me. The others at the table laughed and complimented Mrs. Peterson on knowing me so well. When she found out there was a formal night she asked if there was a place on the ship where she could get a great dress. She went shopping for a dress. It was my favorite color and fit her perfectly. I wondered why this beautiful young woman wanted to be with me. I started to wonder how she knew me so well and realized, she had been studying me her whole life.
On the second day out she explored the ship and found me after a show where I learned how to cook jerk chicken and island rice. She had us change into bathing suits and led me to the top-most deck where we discovered fifty or so women sunning topless. We also discovered forty or so men watching the fifty or so women. We ordered diet Cokes and she took off the bikini top and handed it to me. Then she handed me the sunscreen. She grinned and said, "If you don't protect them, they'll burn and then you can't play with them for the rest of the trip."
I squirted a big gob of lotion in my hand, rubbed my hands together and moved around behind her.
"Lift your arms, Sweetheart."
She did and I reached around her, cupped her breasts and massaged the lotion all over her wonderful breasts. I squirted more lotion on my hands and massaged it all over her body, legs and back. When I finished I stood up and noticed a man with a video camera.
I walked to him and said, "I would love to have a copy of the video you just shot. How can we make that happen?"
"I think I can do it in my cabin. I'm in C318. Come down in about an hour and I'll have it for you. You, Sir, are the luckiest man on this ship!"
"Don't I know it! By the way, We're in C418. Thanks. The video will be a great keepsake from the trip."
I went back to Janice. "He filmed you rubbing lotion all over me, didn't he?"
"Yes!"
"I wonder if it shows when I came from you touching me?"
"God! I felt you shudder! It felt that good?"
"Having people watch you holding my tits and massaging them, running your hands down my belly and bumping into the tiny bottoms I have on was sooo sexy. I loved how it felt. I loved knowing you were hard, for me."
After an hour in the sun I gave her back her top and helped her put it on. We went down to C318 and the man invited us in. He handed me a DVD in a jewel case. It was labeled with the date and name of the cruise ship. His wife was sitting on their bed when we entered the room.
She was topless. Her breasts were larger than Janice's and completely tanned. Her bikini bottom was nearly invisible. A string with a tiny triangle that was transparent. She was fully shaved.
"Young woman, I've seen lots of sexy women since I married this horney old man but watching him (she pointed at me) rub lotion on you was the sexiest thing I've ever seen in public! You came while he rubbed your tits, didn't you?"
Janice blushed and said, "I did. It felt so sexy. People were watching!"
"Let's sit together at dinner. We want to get to know you better. We own a resort and you have won a week long stay at our resort in Florida."
"Ok. We're scheduled to eat at eight." I gave them our table number and Jack called the purser or someone and had us shifted to a smaller table for four. They promised to bring brochures and pictures from their resort.
In our cabin I slipped the DVD into the player and Janice stripped out of her suit. I sat on the bed and she sat in front of me, between my legs. I used body lotion and followed the action on the screen. She moaned when my hands cupped her breasts and we watched me cupping her breasts in the sunshine. Jack had panned the crowd and saw all the people watching us. He zoomed in on my fingers pinching and pulling gently on Janice's nipples. I did it again as we watched.
On screen my hands left her breasts and slathered lotion down her body until I bumped into her suit. On the bed there was no suit. My lotion covered fingers and hand kept going and covered her lips with slippery lotion and my finger dipped into her crease. Janice's back arched and she said, "I'm going to cum, Daddy."
"Cum on my hand Mrs. Peterson!" I pinched her clit and she screamed! Her body shook and her back arched harder. Her legs clamped around my hand. We held that position for a long time.
When she was able, Janice moved. Off the bed and onto her knees. Her hands grabbed my suit and pulled. I lifted a little and my suit was thrown across the room. Her mouth opened and she took my cock in her mouth.
Seeing Janice with my cock in her mouth and her tear-filled eyes looking at me was too much! She sucked and I came! She didn't hesitate. She sucked harder and swallowed everything I gave her.
When her mouth finally released my cock she smiled and said, "The girls at school are wrong. I loved how that felt and tasted. I did that to you. They said it was gross and tasted terrible."
"I'm told that the taste changes depending on what a man eats. Maybe cheeseburgers and French fries don't make good tasting cum."
"You shouldn't ever have cheeseburgers and French fries, if that's true."
"There's a conversation we haven't had. Birth control."
"I thought you knew. Mom had the doctor put me on birth control pills three years ago, to regulate my periods. I won't get pregnant. I've read up on babies born to father-daughter couples and while the incidence of problems isn't huge, I don't feel comfortable taking the risk. The family name will go on. Jake will take care of that."
