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This is the third chapter in this saga. Starting here is not optimal. It is best to read the first two installments (They are short), before starting here.
This chapter involves some minimal incest which is bothersome to some. If this is annoying to you, please do not read further.
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The morning following my delightful foray with Marcy was, thankfully, a Saturday and I did not have to work. I was glad that my daughter and Marcy had to work. They wouldn't be back until almost dinner. This, thankfully, gave me a lot of time to ponder all that had happened.
I knew that with everything that had transpired, I would be frowned on by "normal" society. I couldn't blame them. Until last night, I probably would have done the same. I had had sex with a young woman less than half my age. That same woman, who would be twenty the next day, was in my care, regardless of her age. Her father, who lived in Europe, had implicitly put his trust in me. I knew little of her mother or where she lived. Now, given the previous night's activities, I had totally put a torch to that trust. Yes, Marcy was of legal age, but this really didn't change things.
How would I have felt if the situation was reversed and my daughter was living with Marcy's father in Europe, and he had screwed my daughter? I didn't have to hesitate on that one. If I had learned about this somehow, I would have been on the first plane to Vienna where he lived, marched over to his house, and beat the crap out of Marcy's father.
Then there was my own daughter. I didn't actually have sex with her, but it was damn close. She had seen me naked and fucking her friend. We had each fondled and sucked on Marcy's breasts in a super erotic moment. Amber had cleaned my cock after I had fucked Marcy and, to cap it all off, she had even briefly kissed my cock.
I was, to put it simply, a mess of conflicting thoughts. Did I also say that I really wanted to find Marcy in my bed again and fuck her again? Where is a good therapist when you need one? My balls and my brain were definitely not in sync here.
That one fuck with Amber watching had not been the only one. After Amber had left for her room, Marcy and I took a long shower together, changed the sheets on my bed, and then curled up in a lover's embrace. We slept spooning each other, with me pressing my body to hers. In the middle of the night, she had turned to face me, and we started all over again. This time, our sex was that of two lovers. It wasn't just fucking. It was slow, caring sex. This time, I lay on my back while Marcy rode me and controlled the action, and I gently massaged her ass with one hand while playing with a nipple with the other. It was sexy. It was loving. It was incredible.
"I love this," she moaned softly, and we kissed. She started to say something else but stopped herself.
That delicious coupling continued until I, once again, emptied my seed into her tight vagina. When I was done, we lay facing each other and I massaged her clitoris until she had another climax. Her third in one night. When it was over, we cuddled again. Marcy purposely kept my seed inside her, whispering that she wanted to feel it inside and she wanted to feel it ooze from her and coat her inner thighs.
After that, we dropped into a deep sleep. When I woke, she had already left for work with Amber at a nearby mall.
Now, the kicker. It seems that both Marcy and Amber feel that I should screw Amber. My own daughter. Yes, I love her dearly and I appreciate the beauty she has become, but fucking her? No. I couldn't let that happen. People get arrested for that in some countries, don't they?
I needed to have a long talk with those two ladies when they came home from work. But I also wanted to have a special dinner with them. Again, a conflicting set of thoughts and emotions. I texted my daughter and told her I would be taking the two of them out to a nice restaurant as a pre-birthday dinner for Marcy.
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When they arrived home from their jobs, each of them gently kissed me on my cheek and, together, they retired to their separate bedrooms to change and shower for our evening out. We had barely said a full sentence to each other before they disappeared into their rooms. Their smiles told me that everything was okay, and they had a good day.
When it was time to leave for the restaurant, with me wearing a dark suit, the two ladies joined me, and I was visually delighted and told them so.
Each of them wore what were typically described as LBDs or Little Black Dresses. They were stunning. Together, they had chosen to be classy with just a teasing amount of leg and cleavage. They could easily have opted to be casual or overtly sexy or even slutty in their dress, but they weren't. I learned later that they had purchased the dresses that day in the same mall where they worked.
It was a pleasant twenty-minute drive to the restaurant. Marcy sat up front with Amber in the backseat. While we drove along, they described their workday at the department store, and nothing was said or implied about the activities from the previous night. Mostly, there was a sense of relaxation among us and we were teasing Marcy about leaving her teen years behind when she turned twenty the next day.
Dinner was at an elegant Italian spot which I had enjoyed in the past. While we were dining, I asked Marcy about her family. Up until now, all I knew was that her father lived in Vienna and Marcy had a sister. I knew nothing about Marcy's mother who had divorced her father years before. I had never even asked her why she had chosen to study in America instead of Austria.
Marcy freely explained things and I learned that her mother was American and spent most of her time working on a cruise ship where she held a position of responsibility. She and her father had been divorced for years. Her father was remarried and had moved to Austria from the U.S. when Marcy was in high school.
Did I say that those two ladies are disarmingly beautiful? I know that other people there in the restaurant probably were curious about seeing a middle-aged man with two young women at his side. I would have been too. In a weird way, it was kind of fun.
"So, Professor," Marcy said playfully while also nudging me sensually with one knee under the table. "Tell us something sexy or erotic that your wife, Marie used to do. Would she dress sexy when you went out to a place like this?"
"Ah, the erotic part of a relationship. In many ways, this is my favorite part." I looked at the two women sitting before me. Amber's pixie-cut brunette hair framed her face delightfully and Marcy looked like a sexy work of art with her long flowing blonde hair and just a bit of cleavage showing.
"Tell us about mom, please," my daughter prodded and reached over to touch my hand.
This part could be fun, and it wasn't like I was telling dark secrets about Marie, my now-deceased wife. "Yes, she liked to dress classy-sexy, not unlike you two, but with more skin showing. Sometimes a lot more skin." I then went on to describe how, when we were out at a restaurant or bar, she loved taunting me with a substantial amount of cleavage or leg or even a sheer top. More than once she would go without a bra or even panties, knowing that I loved that.
"Dressed like that, didn't other men see stuff? You know, like a look into her top at her tits?" Marcy asked.
"Absolutely and we both loved it. She liked showing off and I loved watching other men take in her sexual beauty. Knowing that other men could get a glimpse of her breast or a look up her dress at her crotch was exciting for both of us."
"If it was just the two here tonight, what would she be doing?" Amber asked.
"Pretty much what I just described. She loved a simple button-up blouse and skirt combination. With the blouse, if she was feeling playful, those buttons would slowly come undone as the evening progressed and the skirt would ride higher. Also, she loved teasing me by having nothing on under that blouse and skirt. So, with the buttons undone, she would find a way to open it wide so that every waiter could get a good view." Ah, those incredible memories. Marie had been a true sensual delight and our sex after one of those nights would often be great.
"So, other men saw your wife's breasts and even her twat and this turned you both on?" Amber said playfully.
