Peter Green has his wish fulfilled when Lois, his daughter Alison's best friend, ends up spending the night.
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Chapter One: Lois and my daughter.
I had planned on taking my wife Dawn out for dinner the following Saturday, and when I announced that as a special treat we would be spending the night at the inn we were dining at, Alison asked if we minded whether Lois came over to spend the night.
"Of course not," Dawn said. "That way you won't be alone."
"Sure," I added as calmly as I could, while my cock stiffened in my briefs.
It was what I had been hoping for, and with us out of the house I was confident that the two girls would feel free to do what they wanted in as relaxed an atmosphere as possible. Of course, they very well might just be friends, but for whatever perverted reason I hoped not.
The dinner at the inn was delicious, but all the while we ate, all I could think of was what Lois was doing with my baby. Was that busty redhead going down on her? Was she rubbing those massive jugs of hers into my daughter's tiny buds while they necked?
To spice up our conversation, I posed the question to my wife, suggesting over dessert that maybe the two of them were more than just friends, but Dawn poo-poohed it like always.
"Men," she said, shaking her head in disgust. "Is that all you ever think of? No, I doubt it, and besides, I think Alison may have a boy friend."
"Really?" I replied in shock, not having seen many of them around the house over the years.
"She was talking about some guy named Will who had called her up. Seems they met at the library last week and she seems pretty excited about it. Good for her. She's got to learn to me more open around people," Dawn declared.
I hoped that the sexual suggestions would light a fire in my beloved wife's pussy, but it hadn't. Despite my best efforts, I learned what I was going to get in return for this romantic getaway.
"Really not in the mood," Dawn declared, but out of pity decided to take care of me.
I got her to drop the shoulder off of her nightgown, exposing her full right breast to me. My hand cupped the doughy globe, which didn't seem as big as it used to, the result of having seen Lois Angelo's whoppers.
My wife's plump nipple didn't even come to life as I played with it briefly before I was told that it was sore, so I went back to massaging her tit gently while wondering about what size bra Lois wore. If Dawn wore a 38D, what ungodly size did that outrageously busty teen wear?
Dawn's mouth slid up and down my cock, performing what she probably considered her obligation, and she sucked my cock with just that kind of passion, obviously trying to get me off as fast as possible. When I didn't cum after a minute or so, she began using her fist, and when I still didn't cum she reached over for some hand lotion and greased my cock.
"You used to ejaculate right away when I did this," Dawn said - or was it a complaint, as her fist spun around my erection.
"Times change," I explained, not mentioning that she hadn't jerked me off since we dated decades ago, and while I was tempted to hold off as long as I could, I relented, letting an image of Alison cross my mind.
I thought I saw my wife shudder as I came, spurting cum all over myself as well as her hands and arms, and she quickly wiped off the offending spunk before kissing me goodnight and rolling over.
That's what I got for a five hundred dollar wining and dining weekend at a luxury inn. A hand job. I could have done that at home, and suspected I would when we returned back home and I took a look at the film.
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