The next couple of nights and days, they slept together and enjoyed more orgasms together. When the weather report said that it would rain on Sunday, they agreed to return home on Saturday and cleaned the cabin and packed up.
During the drive back to Bergen, they were rather silent. When he murmured:
"But we're not going to at home," the girls nodded their agreement.
His wife, their mother, was surprised that they arrived a day earlier than planned, but pleased to see them. They asked how it had been with her parents, and she asked how they had enjoyed their three weeks at the cabin. Her reply was more truthful than theirs - but not entirely. Then they all slipped back into their family routine.
After three weeks of day and night sex with his daughters, he was apprehensive about how it would be with his wife, if she would notice any difference in their relationship, worried that he or one of the girls might say something. But nothing changed, as they all slipped back into their accustomed roles. He shave off his beard, recalling that his wife had objected to it, even though he had always let it grow during their cabin vacations.
Before going to bed with his wife again - after so many nights sleeping with both his daughters, and attuned to more sex than the two of them ever had - he was again apprehensive. They still had good sex with each other, but certainly not every night, and not like with the girls, and never having oral sex to orgasms. After all the nights with Britta and Maren, just getting into bed had a sort of Pavlovian effect, suggesting sex in one form or another. With his wife now, too, he wondered as they got into bed.
He forgot about his daughters, however, when she cuddled up to him, murmuring that she had missed him. He agreed, and they did what they always did, especially after having be separated for many days. He couldn't help but recognize that her pussy wasn't as tight as the girls', but only in an abstract thought, pleased and relieved that nothing had changed between them.
The following night, when she again cuddled up, he was pleasantly surprised, just reminded of the girls' tighter pussies, but enjoying that his wife's was just as effectively and satisfyingly arousing. That thought returned to him as they were curling up to go to sleep. He wondered if it had been as satisfying because he hadn't come two or three - or four? - times that day, as he had with the girls. He fell asleep wondering if his balls had produced more sperm in response to all that "activity" - not to use a more precise expression.
With the girls, everything went on normally. At the weekend, Britta went out with Lars again, but only to dance, as she told him in private. The following weekend, his wife returned to visit her parents again, as arranged, that she would return every two weeks, staying Friday and Saturday nights.
Friday night, he slept alone, recalling the many nights with his daughters, who had both gone out for the evening. Saturday evening, they remained home. They had supper and watched TV, none of them referring to their previous activity, although there was a slight sparkle in the air. They all went to bed, he again recalling their nights together, as he fondled his cock.
Why not, he thought, considering that the girls must also be thinking the same. He got up and went in the dark to their room and knocked on the open door.
"You, Daddy?"
"Um-hmm."
"You said we wouldn't."
"I know."
"Hmm? If you want to."
Her sister snorted and added:
"We were about to do something."
He recognized that both voices came from same bed, as the other one agreed:
"Um-hmm, but we'd rather with you."
"Um-hmm," the other agreed.
"Me too," he murmured.
They did, the girls suggesting that he lie down on the empty bed, and then both joining him, one immediately over his face, the other arousing his cock and then settling down on it. In the morning, they did it again, with the girls' exchanging positions.
When they got up, somewhat reticently they agreed that it been nice, and he returned to the other bathroom. They dressed and had breakfast, just slight smiles referring to how they had spent the night. His wife returned in the afternoon, and everything was back to normal. That evening, she was again more affectionate than he expected, pleased, however, and also pleased to know that he could enjoy more frequent sex than he had thought a few weeks earlier, also with his his wife.
During the week, Britta saw Lars and then asked if they could spend a week together at the cabin. Her mother also knew that they had already slept together, so her request didn't surprise them or meet any opposition. She was surprised, however, when Britta then suggested that Maren could join them. He repressed a snort, just raising his eyebrows, as his wife remarked:
"Two is company, three's a crowd."
"We don't mind," Britta replied.
Maren gave her a veiled smile. Her mother snorted softly, glancing at him, and replied:
"I guess so, if your father agrees."
"If they want to, why not," he agreed, hoping his wife hadn't noticed his slight smirk.
The girls probably did, but replied together:
"Oh, thank you, just for a week."
"I hope the weather will be good," their mother replied with a smile.
He nodded and hoped that his smile didn't look like a smirk.
The following Saturday, the girls set off with Lars with supplies for the week. That evening, when he joined his wife in bed, she remarked:
"Hmm? The three of them together for a week? Didn't that surprise you?"
He was torn between telling the truth and having to prevaricate, recognizing that the truth could lead to a question about how he had spent the weeks with his daughters. His problem wasn't simplified by her fondling him. They hadn't done anything the previous evening, although they had returned to sleeping naked, as they did before Britta was born. He hesitated and replied:
"Well, they were both with Johan last year."
"But one of them hadn't slept with him - Britta and Lars - and he is sort of shy."
"He was."
"'He was'?"
He just nodded on the pillow.
"They, ... one of them ... didn't sleep with him?"
"I think so."
"You do? Really?! Which one?!"
"Both of them."
"Both of them?! Why do you think that?"
"They told me."
"They told you that?!"
He tried to backpedal:
"That they were all naked together, so I just assumed that they must have."
"They told you that?! Why?"
"They wanted to go naked, sunbathing."
"They did?! Did you let them?"
"Couldn't stop them."
"Hmm?! Did they?"
"Already, when I was returning from the outhouse the first morning."
"Hmm! What did you have on?"
"Shorts."
"They really did? And stayed that way?"
"'fraid so."
"And you?"
"Kept them on ... for a while."
"Hmm! Just for a while? And then ...?"
"Seemed stupid to be a prude."
"Hmm? All of you naked, and your assuming that they must have slept with Johan?"
"Um-hmm."
"Oooh! I hope, ... well, you know."
She fondled his cock, which was responding, and added softly:
"Well, I hope not, ... but seems unlikely."
"Um-hmm."
"'Um-hmm', what?"
"Unlikely."
"They saw it?"
"Hard to hide."
"Hmm! I guess so. ... Hmm? Did they say anything?"
"Hmm? hmm! You're probably going to want to kill me."
"Uh-oh! What?"
"One of them told the other one that it looked like it want to be held."
"Oh, my gosh! Maybe I should think about killing one of them."
"Oh, no! It did. Just a little outspoken of her."
"'A little'?! What happened?"
"Only if you promise not to think of murder."
"Not right now."
"That's a relief."
"What happened?"
"I said that it wasn't a good idea, but the first one said that it would stay like that, if she didn't."
"Hmm! I guess so. ... Don't want to ask, ... but did she?"
"Um-hmm."
