With the previous night's ministrations still floating around in our heads, my wife Carrie sat beside me at the kitchen table the next morning enjoying our breakfast together. Every once in a while she'd play footsy with me, or run her hand inside my robe, smiling, flirting. It was like she had a new boyfriend or something. The whole thing was a little bemusing. It's not like we hadn't made love before nor the first time we'd even had mildly dirty sex. But as I thought about it, I knew I hadn't paid as much attention to my wife or daughter as I maybe should have done over the past few months. Hell, maybe the past few years. Life's like that. You get caught up in the day to day melodrama that is your job, or the mundane choreography that defines your everyday existence after your laptop computer has been shut down and the cell phone silenced. These days the cell phone was almost never silenced, I mused.
Pulling myself back from my daydream, I realized my beautiful wife was smiling at me – all tousled hair and softness. Crinkles around her pretty eyes. I smiled back. Where have I been?
The shuffle and pad of approaching feet forewarned us that my daughter Lynette was coming into the kitchen. Mom and Dad straightened up a bit. I pulled my robe a little more closed; the irony lost on me. Both women had seen me up close and personal the previous evening, so what was my point? Still, some decorum was required, as my wife undoubtedly would have wondered why I was being so cavalier around our daughter. What have I gotten myself into I wondered.
Lynette came in through the door and glanced at us. "Morning" she chirped brightly. She was wearing a three quarter-length, white, cotton tee shirt that bared her midriff and proclaimed her as "Vixen" according to the vinyl decal on the front of it. 'Indeed', I thought, smiling to myself. She was also wearing a pair of pink terry cloth shorts, very tight I might add. "Did you guys have a good night?" she quipped, turning to look quickly at me, then away again, just as quickly. Was that a smirk, I wondered? Hell, she was there. She saw what kind of night we had. Minx.
My wife glanced over at me and then back, "We uh...fine honey. We went to bed after I came upstairs. You know."
Lynette opened the fridge and bent over, looking inside it. Her pink shorts pulled tight across her amazing ass. I stared, and as it turned out, probably for a bit too long. I looked back to my wife who was looking back at me with an expression that was partly contempt followed by wry amusement. Uh oh. Then she looked straight at Lynette and then back at me. Oddly, her hand moved to rest on my leg under the table, just above my knee and beneath my slightly open robe.
Lynette kept talking as she grabbed the milk out of the fridge. "It sounded like you guys were fighting or something" she offered. Uh yeah, right. I could almost see the smirk now.
"Oh no, you know, we were just talking about my trip to the mall, honey". Carrie's hand was now sliding up my leg as she continued to gaze directly at Lynette. With a look of uncertainty crossing my face, I glanced back at my daughter, now kneeling and leaning forward before the fridge. From the angle I was at I could see her heart-shaped ass and straight back as she leaned forward, squatting. My wife's hand slid up my thigh and came to rest on my now three-quarters erect cock. She began to squeeze it surreptitiously under the table.
"Oh yeah? How was that?" Carrie asked, turning her head slightly but not quite looking backwards at us.
"Oh you know we got some nice stuff," Carrie responded, kneading my thickening shaft.
I looked over at my wife stunned. She bit her lip and smiled wickedly, eyebrows dancing. I shook my head violently back and forth, no.
"Yeah? Some new clothes?" my daughter continued. She was standing up now and walking towards the table. My wife's hand pulled quickly out from her hiding place and back into her own lap. Lynette sat down across from us and poured herself a bowl of cereal. She looked up at my wife. "So what all did you get?" she asked as she looked around the table for a spoon.
"Oh you know, some tops and pants. I bought some new Capri's." Carrie replied.
"Ooh Mom, going for the sexy look!" Lynette teased, smiling. "Better watch out Dad. Mom's going to be attracting the young guys! She'll have to beat them off..." and then a long, pregnant pause as she reached for the milk and poured it on her cereal. "With a stick I mean" she added, looking up and smiling innocently as Carrie and I stared at her waiting for the end of that sentence.
After a few awkward seconds, Carrie replied with a grin "Oh I don't think your Dad will be too worried about that, honey." This was followed by a sidelong glance and a wink at me.
"Really? That's pretty Cosmo for you, isn't it, Daddy? All those guys checking Mom out? You sure you're OK with that?" she prodded.
I sat there wondering what the heck was going on around me. Dad wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer but this was getting a little weird.
"Well, honey, first off, no one's going to be checking me out and secondly, your Dad is a pretty Cosmo kind of guy" Carrie returned. "Right sweetheart?" as she turned to me, crinkling her nose a bit.
I looked back and forth between them, shook my head with a chuckle. "If they look, they look. I'm proud of you either way" I offered, firmly sitting on the fence.
Lynette got up and walked over the counter and pulled open a drawer. "Aren't there any clean spoons?" she asked.
"Oh I'm sorry hun, I didn't put the dishwasher through last night. You'll have to wash one. While you're at it can you wash a couple of cups for your Dad and I for coffee? We haven't had it yet" my wife answered.
Lynette looked at us and rolled her eyes "OK!" she sighed. "What – did you guys wait for me to get up so I could do it?" she laughed, turning to the sink and turning on the tap. As she began to pour the soap into the water, I suddenly felt my wife's hand back on my upper thigh, her pinkie tracing the outside of my balls through my boxers.
"Well...it's always nice to have another set of hands to help out, right hun?" Carrie rejoined smiling at me as her hand moved to firmly grab my cock through the thin fabric of my underwear.
"Sure" I choked, my eyes flying open. Carrie's grip on my thinly covered, hardening shaft tightened as she began to move her fist up and down beneath my robe, which had now fallen mostly open from the waist down. In the meantime, Lynette bent over the sink slightly at the waist, her taut, tanned legs spread just a little bit as she washed a few spoons and coffee mugs. I stared at this amazing sight with my head spinning as my wife masturbated my cock under the table. Carrie whispered in my ear "Like the view, hun?" I wheeled my head to look at her and saw her with a strange look in her eyes, as she bit her lower lip and continued to squeeze and pull on me.
