"Daddy! Daddy! DADDY!" I wasn't sure what was louder; Rebecca's stomping feet or her screaming. My wife rolled over in bed with a groan.
"Your daughter is awake." She commented.
"Before sunrise, she's your daughter." I jokingly told her. I had watched that movie with Rebecca so many times when she was younger at this point that I could put on a one-person show. Rebecca reached our room and launched herself into our bed. Leila rolled out of bed and headed into our master bathroom. I didn't feel like getting out, so I captured Rebecca against my chest. She tried to squirm away, but I didn't let her get away.
"Daddy! Don't sleep the day away. It's the first day of vacation!" Rebecca was in her final year of college, and this was her last winter break. She had taken time off of work, and so had I. We both had our first long weekend to enjoy ourselves together in a very long time. We had been looking forward to it for weeks.
"Did you finish all of your homework?" I questioned her, already knowing the answer. Rebecca was working on an independent study for a graduation requirement, so I knew there was always something to be done regardless of if it was a vacation.
"I only have to analyze some data. Please, Daddy, it's vacation. Don't make me do it! Mom, tell him." Her mother had just come out of the bathroom and grabbed clothing to change for the day. Leila turned and looked at her daughter.
"You know your father's rules." That was all she said. Rebecca huffed in defeat. I kissed her cheek. I told Rebecca to go to her room and that I would be there in a few minutes. I watched her scurry out of the room, paying close attention to her tight ass. When she was out of the room, I finally got up and walked up to my wife. I took her in my arms and kissed her neck.
"I'm going to make us some breakfast. After that, I will book a hotel room for the night."
"Why, you're not...." I was afraid to ask her what was the catalyst for this sudden decision.
I did not have a typical family dynamic. Leila and I were high school sweethearts who married young. We had Rebecca, and our lives were complete. Yes, we had our highs and lows, just like any other couple, but we were always strong in our relationship. Things started to change as Rebecca approached twenty-one.
I fought my desire for her for many months after her twenty-first birthday. Rebecca did not put in the same effort. Eventually, it became too much. My greatest pride as a husband was that I was never unfaithful to my wife. I had a long conversation with both women involved. I fully expected that Leila would leave me and that I would be lucky not to have the police called on me. I was fully prepared to lose my entire life by revealing my desires. I loved them both, but I knew that Rebecca needed me.
Rebecca was not only my lover; she was my submissive. After understanding our desires, we started without physical intimacy. We initially thought I could give her a non-physical release as an intermediary until she found a partner who could fulfill her. Looking back, it was a lie we were telling ourselves.
When we realized that I needed to have her physically, I approached my wife. To my shock, Leila didn't curse and divorce me. By the grace of some deity, Leila accepted our relationship. Her only stipulation was that she was never a witness to any intimate physical relationship that I had with Rebecca. She was alright with a kiss, but that is where she drew the line.
Rebecca and I were very respectful of this rule. I would have jumped off a cliff if it meant that I would be able to pursue an open and honest relationship with the two most influential women in my life. Being vigilant and respectful of Leila's boundaries was the least I could do for her. Admittedly, it did make me paranoid about where my wife was all the time. Included in the spectrum of my paranoia was a worry that anything that I was doing could make Leila feel out of place in her own home. This was her home just as much as Rebecca's and mine.
When Leila told me she was going to a hotel, those worries kicked into overdrive; I started replaying the past days, wondering when I could have stepped over the line. Rebecca and I were always so careful. Leila put her hands on my chest and kissed my cheek.
"Relax, love; nothing is wrong. I just want to give you both some space. It's been so long since you've both had time off. You and Rebecca have been looking forward to it. All of us will go on vacation. I'll go to the hotel to get a massage and some room service. You two will celebrate your way. It's a gift, not an act of war." I kissed her lips, smiling.
"Thank you; everything is on me."
"Of course, who else will pay for my fun?" She teased, and we shared a laugh. The good time was interrupted by Rebecca's voice echoing down the hall, calling me again.
"No matter the age, she's as impatient as always." She laughed.
"I better go before she comes running in here again." I grabbed Leila's ass playfully as I walked out. She smiled and then stuck her tongue out at me in a playful, childish way.
I made my way to Rebecca's bedroom. Her room was something I was very proud of. The space served as a playroom for both of us. Most of the time we spent together was in this room. It had become somewhat of an unspoken rule in the house that Rebecca's room was only for her and me. I couldn't remember the last time Leila ventured into it.
The reason for my pride in the room was that I had spared no expense in furnishing it with everything we may need. Many of the pieces of furniture were custom ordered, so it looked like a bedroom, and we knew its secrets. I was particularly fond of the hidden pully systems around the room. I had personally installed them, and it was not an easy feat. With their completion, I could suspend and play with Rebecca in every corner of the room.
I found Rebecca pulling clothing out of her dresser, looking for something to wear. I let Rebecca choose what she wore. I wasn't much of a stylist, but I was adamant that I would help her change each morning. Sometimes, it would be the only intimate moment we would share in a day. I would wake up with my wife and prepare for the day with my submissive. I would never consider giving up either of those precious privileges.
I sat on the bed to wait for Rebecca to choose what she wanted to wear. It seemed like it took forever, but she finally decided on a cute dress. Rebecca walked up and stood between my legs, giving me her clothes. She had a big smile on her face, knowing what was coming.
Changing Rebecca was an erotic experience for both of us. I would make sure to slide my fingers along the curves of her body. I would do this while imagining what I could do to her. I'm sure she spent the time thinking about the same thing. We were like horny teenagers eagerly waiting for the next moment to get between the sheets. I was a very fortunate man to have two very sexually active women.
I dressed Rebecca and then grabbed her hairbrush. I put Rebecca's hair into a single braid. Her hair was only like this when I planned to dominate her to the fullest extent. It was a promise to her of what was to come.
