Jack and Aimee raised four sons and watched as they each found their own spouses and started their families. Like most other families, not one of the brothers are alike, which just makes life interesting, right!
John, the oldest, married Rachel, Mike is next and just married Carmen the week leading up to these events, Terry the third born is gay and his partner is Jeff leaving the youngest Andrew (Andy), who married Lori.
The outdoor wedding was beautiful and while Mike and Carmen were off on their honeymoon the rest all went on vacation to a tropical paradise at mom and dad's expense. Aimee initiated the trip, as she did all the family gatherings. The plan was to get everyone together while they seem to be drifting farther apart over time.
Jack has always been a stay-at-home kind of a guy, but is always happy to go anywhere with the whole family. Secretly just hoping to get a chance to spend time with his attractive daughters-in-law.
John's wife, Rachel, is a little older with long blonde hair and tan everywhere you can see. She has a contagious smile and laugh. At about 5'7" she carries herself with confidence, though she added some pounds through three pregnancies. She was only recently starting to focus her attention to reducing her mom-bod so she had those love handles and thicker thighs on full display in her skimpy bikinis.
Lori, on the other hand, was a shorter Latino girl, bobbed straight black hair and a little thick throughout, the curves she had she mostly kept covered but she exaggerated them for her pleasure constantly. Striking the pose, throwing her chest out and flipping her hair, making sure everyone knew what she had.
Jack figured the beach would be the ideal place to see them in the least amount of clothing possible and would make for a fun and interesting time. Unfortunately Carmen and Mike are off on their Honeymoon and are missed, necessarily.
It is never a surprise that the brothers have instant chemistry when they are together, all knowing each other's buttons to push and how to get a response that is generally entertaining. Time has allowed their spouses to develop their own unique chemistry, together and with the group. They started calling themselves the sister wives, and text each other often.
As luck would have it the weather was not cooperating with the beach vacation. There you are, in paradise, sitting around the dining room table drinking and playing cards. Not ideal but better than being home. Three days in a row the weather was not cooperative so indoor events were all they had.
On each of those night the kids all seemed to have more energy than Jack and Aimee. It was bed time for them long before the kids, maybe it's just the kids ability to out drink Mom and Dad. Jack and Aimee would head to bed and the rest went on laughing late into each night.
On the third night the game was Cards against Humanity. Rachel was determined to use the opportunity to get Jack a little sloshed and loosen up his tongue. Truth be told she was trying to get him as drunk as she could to see if the risque nature of the game could get him to talk dirty in front of everyone, she was ready to amuse herself at Jack's expense with what she hoped would come tumbling out of his mouth.
Jack is 51, having had their kids just into their twenties, and is in good shape. Not great, thin and small framed. You can tell he was never heavy and strong but not muscular visibly. His salt and pepper hair color was starting to recede with his temples showing more of the silver highlights. That distinguished look was what got Rachel excited in an older guy.
As the game and the drinking progressed it left everyone laughing until they cried, and yes Jack's tongue did loosen to everyone's delight. Especially Rachel. This night's events did open up Jack's eyes to a couple things, number one; Rachel is vicious, a winner take all mentality, and number two she started looking at Jack differently, giving him sidelong glances with those steel blue eyes, casual touches and generally flirting right out in the open. Laughing it off the whole time.
The next day was a beautiful day and everyone was out the door at the crack of 10 to hit the beach, the late start a product of late night drinking. Since it was our last full day everyone was ready to hang out in the sun. Everyone but Rachel, today it looked like she needed a little longer recovery time from previous night's drinking.
In the rush to get to the beach some borderline essentials got left back at the house so Jack ran back to recover them, floppy hat, the water shoes and those always elusive frisbees.
As he opened the door he yelled, "Rachel!", just letting her know he is there. She calls from her bedroom, "What? Can you help me please? He enters and she is in bed covered in a sheet. "Jack can you shut the blinds, it is so bright in here, I am going to get a migraine if I'm not careful."
"Sure honey, that's no problem.", he crosses past the bed to lower the blinds. Jack turned back around in time to see her prop herself up on her elbows so she could see the room a little better through her hangover eyes. Squinting her eyes still, so she could talk to him better.
Jack always saw eye candy with Rachel, her flirting always got Jack hard and horny. So much so that in Jack and Aimee's lovemaking fantasies he would tell her how Rachel made him feel and Aimee would act out as Rachel and allow Jack to pretend he was fucking his daughter-in-law. Those were always bigger orgasms than normal.
They had always been wild in bed but only in the last year had they adventured outside the monogamous vows they shared. The were always honest with their fantasies and that gradually led them to a somewhat open arrangement.
Rachel groaned, "Ugh, I am right on the edge of a headache right now." she said as she shifted again causing her sheet to fall revealing both breasts. She must have been so groggy that she thought she had bed clothes on, her nipples were just little buttons on her areola which were slightly darker than her breasts and the size of a silver dollar. Her breasts are what you would call a hand-full.
Rachel's sparkling blue eyes opened a little bigger as she chatted about who-knows-what, surely not Jack. Her long blonde hair was below her shoulders and not bad looking for just waking up. Rachel stands about 5'8" and about 175 pounds, her nice D cup boobs and her great curves the product of having birthed three kids. Kind of a mom bod with a bit of a belly and thick thighs but Jack never minded the mom bods, Aimee had the similar body type only on 5'3" frame.
Jack began to harden and in his swim trunks he pitched a tent right in front of Rachel. She continued causally talking about her nausea like she didn't know she was exposed. She did notice that Jack was getting a chubby. She played it off while talking but kept her eyes on it and could see it responding to her.
Rachel had always liked her father-in-law, even thought of him in bed before. She was not not sure what to expect of his size down below but now as she had him alone after just waking realized she could clearly see the shape of his manhood only a couple feet away right at eye level, she saw him much better, liking what she saw. The night before she was trying to get him to cross some taboo boundary but he seemed to call her bluff and she loved that. The tit-for-tat got her hot and wet the night before, now though she was approaching another taboo boundary, but the kinky side of her was just turning on and waking her up.
Suddenly she realized she had stopped talking and was staring right at his crotch, she made a quick look up to his eyes and realized he was looking a little lower. Afraid to draw attention to her own gawking she slowly looked down to see what he was looking at and she froze. "Umm, Jack can you go get me some water, I need to swallow some Tylenol."
"Oh, sure... not a problem." He was pretty sure he was busted, he didn't notice whether she saw him looking at her boobs or not but was pretty sure, regardless, that his show was over.
When she realized that Jack was getting a hard-on from looking at her boobs she had to get him out for a minute. She and John had an agreement between them that if they ever got a chance to fool around in some organic way, not something cooked up but something that just happened, they both had a hall pass to let things happen and report back after the fact. Once Jack walked out of the room she scrambled to the bathroom and looked in the mirror and shrugged thinking, not too bad lady. Then grabbed some mouthwash and made a quick improvement and started back to the bed. She ducked behind the door when Jack re-entered quicker than she thought. She was going to strike a come-fuck-me pose on top of the sheets but it was too late. What now?
Jack had grabbed a cold water bottle from the kitchen and returned to find the bed was empty and the attached bathroom door shut. Assuming the game was over, he took the three steps to the night table to set the bottle down and suddenly he was jumped from behind. Rachel leapt from behind the door and grabbed him around the waist.
She grabbed Jack around the waist hugging her bare body against his bare back. He was only wearing swim trunks and he could feel her boobs pressing in to him. Then he felt his daughter-in-law's hand grab his cock and squeeze saying, "Oh, yeah," He let a, "Fuck" slip out.
"Dad!?" she sweetly mocked complaining, "I only heard you say that yesterday for the first time and now you drop it again?"
She didn't usually call him dad, what was that about? "I think I like you calling me dad, and when your little girl grabs your hard dick what are the right words to use?"
She gave another squeeze as she pressed harder into his body.
"I think fuck is what I would say, it just sounds too funny coming from you but this seems funny coming from you too." giving his cock another squeeze, "not that I'm complaining though."
She let go of his waist with her left arm and spun him around toward her and pushed him back onto the bed, still holding his cock in her right. She fell forward onto him too, legs hanging off the bed and now her chest to his, her blue eyes looking into his brown. "What're you thinking Rach?" "Whachu thinkin' Dad." was her answer.
