It would be better if you read chapters one and two before reading this chapter; it will probably make more sense that way. For those of you who left comments, good or bad, on the previous chapters, I thank you. Any feedback is always helpful in understanding the needs of the readers.
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After we kissed Amanda pulled away and started to get off the bed.
"Right daddy, get into the shower and I'll go and get breakfast started. Then we can discus the new rules, the first of which is that no clothes are allowed to be worn in the house unless we have guests."
"Your joking, right?" I replied, "I'm not walking round naked."
"Why not, what am I going to see that I can't see right now?" she said with a smile. With that she turned and left my bedroom whilst I lay on the bed pondering what was happening to my life. No matter what the last 12 hours may say about me, I was slightly prudish when it came to nudism
I got up and went for a shower, taking my time and letting the hot water play over me. Eventually I got out and dried off, then went into the bedroom. Out of habit I went to the chest of drawers where I kept my underwear before remembering Amanda's rules, instead I just put my slippers on and headed downstairs.
"There you are, I was just about to shout you," she said to me as I entered. I paused to look at her standing by the table, frying pan in one hand, a skillet in the other, and wearing an apron that covered her from neck to mid thigh.
"What happened to the no clothes rule?" I asked
"It was necessary, the bacon was spitting at me and I didn't want to be covered in burns," she explained.
"It would have given me an excuse to cover you in tender kisses, just like I used to kiss you better when you were a little girl."
"Mmmm you still can, but let's eat first."
As I sat down in my usual seat Amanda put the pan back on the cooker and removed the apron, then came and sat opposite me. I stared unashamedly at her jiggling breasts, getting a semi hard-on, hidden under the table.
When she was seated her foot came up and rubbed against my cock.
"Enjoying the view daddy, your cock certainly is?" she asked.
"Who wouldn't?" I answered. "But let's eat breakfast and then you can tell me the rest of these rules you've made up.
We just made our usual small talk until we had finished and put the dishes into the sink. Amanda took my hand and led me into the living room. Pushing me onto the sofa, she sat on my lap facing me, my cock pressing against her cunt.
"There will be time for that later," she said, wriggling her pussy against my stiff dick, "but first we need to sort out the rules. The first one you already know, and seem to be enjoying," she said with a smile.
I had to admit that I was, my earlier prudishness rapidly disappearing. I just wished I had had this freedom when my wife was alive.
"Second rule; I sleep in your bed with you from now on, do you have any problems with that?" I shook my head in agreement. "Third rule; I'm in charge of everything except the money, you still look after that, ok?" Again I signalled consent. "Fourth rule; we don't sleep with any one else without consent."
She gave me a funny look as she told me this last rule. Personally I couldn't envisage wanting any one else. I asked her what prompted the last rule.
"Well, there's one thing we have to do that I don't really want to do, but I can't see any way out of it." She replied, sadly. "My friends are insisting that you have sex with them, tonight..."
