Carrie was still in a state of complete arousal as we climbed into the shower together. I'd like to pretend that I was equally up for the challenge of another round with my lovely wife. But the truth is, my mind just wasn't really in the game, despite the ever-fascinating and erotic vision of seeing her glistening and wet from the dowsing spray that pulsed in rhythmic blasts from the shower massage head a foot above her. Her blue eyes shimmered and danced like the prismatic droplets that bounced and splattered playfully off her full, jiggling breasts, which I noticed again with amazement were only slightly less firm than they were eighteen years earlier before the birth of our only daughter. She had pulled her drenched, soapy brown hair backward with both hands, the gesture causing the water to cascade down over her head and neck in frothy, swirling rivulets, finally dripping seductively off her perfect nipples, taut and erect from the effects of the pelting shower and her heightened arousal. She bit her lip and looked down at my semi-erect penis. "I didn't wear you out did I, big boy?" she whispered teasingly.
I smiled back at her. "Well, not everything's worn out" I replied with a smirk. With that, I leaned forward, kissing the hollow of her glistening neck before sticking out my tongue and tracing the stream of water that made a determined path down to her navel and below.
The remainder of the shower was filled with Carrie's stifled groans and pleading whimpers as my tongue took her pussy again and again. She came hard in tiny gasps and whines as I reached around behind her to grasp her lovely ass and pull her tight against my sucking lips and probing tongue, flicking slowly up and down, back and forth over her swollen clitoris. The water ran over us, cascading between where my mouth met her being, threatening to drown me, and yet somehow washing away some of my guilt from the night before. This was my wife. I was loving my wife again.
After shaving and getting dressed I headed back down to the kitchen. I had a full schedule ahead of me, which consisted mostly of playing some golf with a few buddies of mine, plus the obligatory nineteenth hole celebrations afterwards. I sat at the table sipping the re-heated coffee that my wife and I had so hastily abandoned earlier that morning. I shook the newspaper out so I could turn the front page only to have it fold backward along the stubborn crease annoyingly. As I fidgeted with it, trying to straighten in out, my daughter strode through the door. She had showered and gotten changed into a pair of low-riders along with her pink "Vixen" shirt which pulled so tightly across the swell of her firm, round breasts, which were obviously "sans" bra. Her hair was still slightly damp and it hung sexily in damp swirls down the sides of her pretty face. My paper sagged slowly as I took her in. My jaw followed suit and I became acutely aware of it hanging partially open in a good impression of Neanderthal Man looking at fire for the first time. I may have even grunted a little. I really can't be sure.
Lynette gazed back at me with a hint of smug condescension. "Something wrong, Daddy?" she smiled, easing her beautiful body into the chair across from me. I cleared my throat. Closed my mouth.
"Nope. Couldn't be better." I yipped, probably a little too quickly as I snapped my wayward paper back in front of my face only to have the top left-hand edge droop slowly downward again. What was with this fucking thing? Another snap. This time it realized I was serious and decided to stand at full attention. I could actually feel my daughter's smirk radiating through the pages in front of me. The clock ticked, which was odd because it was an LED type, so that might have been in my head. Somewhere a dog barked, I think. I couldn't take it anymore. I lowered the paper in exasperation. My daughter sat there, leaning forward with her angelic face perched preciously atop her intertwined fingers sporting a grin that was both teasing and knowing. "What?!" I snapped.
"Do you like my outfit Daddy?" Lynette goaded.
"What do you think?" I retorted, striving to look unimpressed which was as transparent as the kitchen window behind me.
"I think you like it a lot" she smiled impishly. Then switching topics "You just got lucky again didn't you?" she poked.
I gazed back at her, shaking my head slightly in mock irritation and disgust. "Is that any way to talk to your Father?" I replied.
Lynette just kept staring, her eyes dancing and full of mischief. "You're funny!" she snickered.
I cleared my throat again. "So what are you doing today?" I asked, bluntly changing the subject. Lynette finally dropped her folded hands back to the table and let me off the hook.
"I don't know really. I thought I might go over to Alison's house. Her boyfriend Ryan is coming over. We were thinking of watching some movies or something. I'm not really sure."
"That's too bad honey. I was thinking we could go shopping together today" Carrie replied as she entered the kitchen through the door behind Lynette. "Terri and I were going to go back to the mall to get a few more things. We ran out of time yesterday. I was thinking maybe we could spend some time together."
"The mall huh? Hmmm. I could be talked into that. Can Alison come?" my daughter replied, turning her eyes to her mother.
"Sure, if you don't mind hanging around a couple of old chicks," my wife answered. "I know we're not cool or rad or whatever you kids say these days," she added.
"Rad? Mom, I don't think anyone ever said that!" Lynette laughed. "But as long as you don't say stuff like that out loud while we're together, I think it could be fun" she grinned.
"Great!" Carrie replied, her face brightening. "I'll call Terri and find out what time she'll be ready and you can call Alison. Tell her we'll probably be looking at 1 o'clock or so." Then to me "Did you want to come, hun?"
"Uh, no. I think I'd rather shoot myself, but thanks for asking" I responded drawing a kick from my daughter and a slap on the arm from my wife. "Ow! I'm kidding, I'm kidding!" I said, cowering form further blows. "I'm going golfing. Andrew and I have been planning this all week."
"Hmm. Andrew's cute. Maybe I should come along with you guys!" Carrie said, poking my arm a few times.
"Four guys and one girl, Mom? That's pretty 'Rad' isn't it? Sure you could handle it?" Lynette jested.
"Shut up!" Carrie laughed. "You don't know the real me, Lynette. I might still have a couple of years left in me," she added, giving her daughter a small push on the shoulder.
"Oh I bet you do, Mom! Better watch it though. Dad might not like it!" my daughter warned, winking at me.
"Oh I don't know. Your Dad's a pretty hip guy, he might not mind!" Carrie smiled, looking at me slyly.
I wasn't sure where this was all going, and thought that this might be a good time to go clean my clubs, so I got up. "Well, I don't think they allow five people at a time honey so, sorry!"
"I don't have to play. I could just sit there and entertain you" my wife prodded jokingly.