Today...
"It's breathtaking," Nicole said, looking out at the twilit vista of pristine white sand, palm trees and sapphire blue ocean. She, James and Brandon were just finishing dinner at an outdoor table set up by the hotel staff on their private beach.
"The food here's great," Brandon said.
"For you, 'great' means there's a lot of it," Nicole laughed.
"Gotta keep up my strength up," he snickered.
"My people use this place quite often for company retreats and other business," James said, somewhat absently. "I think we may own it, I'll have to ask my—Oh, excuse me," he interrupted himself as a young man in hotel livery stepped up and handed him a note. James read the message and rose to his feet, stuffing the paper in the pocket of his beach shirt.
"Is something wrong?" Nicole asked.
"Not at all," James said. He held out his hand to her. "I think an after dinner stroll along the shore would be a great idea, though. Don't you?"
"You're suddenly mysterious today," she said, looking curiously up at him as she stood up. Looking at Brandon she added, "Come along, kiddo. As if we're not getting enough exercise, hmm?" Nicole hugged her son close, taking advantage of the embrace to kiss him full on the lips and to rub her bikini-clad crotch against the bulge in his shorts.
Nicole was horny again. As they started out, she hoped that her husband's plan was to take advantage of the seclusion of the inlet to engage in some open air fucking. So she was disappointed at first when, after walking for only a few minutes, they spied some people gathered under the light of several tiki torches set in the sand a few hundred feet further down the beach.
"Damn," Brandon muttered.
James seemed unperturbed. "Let's at least say hello," he said.
As they drew closer to the group and could see more clearly, Brandon laughed loudly. "Check it out...they're fucking up a storm," he said.
"Oh my goodness, look at them," Nicole said . She gripped her husband's arm excitedly. It was true. There were three people, two women and a man, using a big blanket spread out beneath the flickering torch lights. The man was flat on his back. A dark-haired woman crouched on her knees between his wide-spread legs, head moving up and down in the unmistakable tempo of a blow-job. The second woman rode the man's face. She leaned forward, hands braced on his stomach and slender hips rocking in a dreamy lewd rhythm, eyes closed and face contorted in ecstasy. Her lips curled back from her teeth and her mouth gaped in a low, primal moan. "Unnnhh...yesss. Suck my cunt, baby! Suck...SUCK!"
Nicole recognized the blonde's passion-choked voice at once. She started running down the beach toward the fucking trio, James's laughter ringing in her ears.
"Lindsay! Mai!"
"S-surprise, darling!" Lindsay said cheerily. Her voice came in gasps and she struggled to form words, obviously consumed by the delights of what must have been expert pussy-eating.
Mai, ravenous as always, at first acknowledged Nicole's presence only with a wave of her free hand. Her concentration on her partner's cock was nearly total. She would swirl her tongue around his turgid cock-head for a moment and then duck down to take most of his thick rod into her throat. The man's hips jerked spasmodically and every few seconds his prick throbbed as though he were about to shoot off, but Mai prevented that by gripping the base of his cock tightly between her thumb and forefinger.
Finally Mai lifted her head from his cock and looked up at Nicole with smug satisfaction. "I believe he's ready for you, dear."
"Ready...ready for me?" Nicole asked, baffled. James and Brandon had caught up and now stood at her sides as she stood rooted in place, staring transfixed at the huge, rigid fuck-rod jutting up from the loins of the man on the blanket.
It can't be...
she thought.
"A special wedding gift," James said, kissing Nicole's neck. Brandon stepped behind his mother. He slipped her beach wrap off of her shoulders and untied her black bikini top. Her tits sprang free and her son reached up to cup and massage them.
"Aaaaghhh! Uuunnnh! I'm coming!" Lindsay squealed. She bucked her hips crazily for a few seconds, then slumped forward in exhaustion. Smiling weakly, she rolled off of her partner.
"Hello, baby," Lou Foster said, looking sheepishly up into his daughter's eyes.
"Daddy?"
"As long as I've known you, I've watched you suffer from losing your dad," James explained. "And with my resources, it wasn't that difficult to find him."
"But where...how..." Nicole stammered. The thunder of her own heartbeat nearly drowned out the sound of James's voice, just as the sight of her father lying naked before her with a raging hard-on threatened to blot out all thought of anything else.
"There will be plenty of time for questions and answers later," Lindsay soothed. She kissed Nicole's mouth, running her hands down over her friend's hips to snare the little strings which held the redhead's thong closed. With one tug at the ties Lindsay released the tiny strip of fabric and pulled it away, leaving Nicole completely naked at last. The cool ocean breeze teased her nipples and pussy.
"As your psychiatrist, I advise you to take full therapeutic advantage of this opportunity," Lindsay said with a wicked smirk. "Reunite with your father in the fullest and most literal sense."
James's hands replaced Brandon's on Nicole's tits. Her son slid his hands down to her crotch, tickling her clit and easing a finger up between her pussy lips. "Come on, Mom, get down there and go wild on that cock. Me and James want to watch."
That was too much for Nicole. Her legs buckled and she dropped to her knees in the sand. She crawled onto the blanket, never taking her eyes from her father's. Wrapping both hands around his throbbing cock stalk, she extended her tongue and licked along the underside of the crown as if it were a lolly pop.
Lindsay was especially turned on by the action, mewling in arousal herself as Nicole tongue-bathed her father's cock and balls and then trailed kisses up and down his thighs and stomach. "That's the way, Nicole. Take your time...savor the moment. Lou, don't you have anything to say to your daughter?"
"I'm so sorry, honey," Lou Foster said, his voice thick with a mixture of regret and lust. "When we...when you were...I thought I'd ruined your life."
"You very nearly did, by running out on me like that," Nicole scolded him.
"I thought you'd have a chance for a normal life, without me in it. You were just eighteen..."
"Well I'm a mature woman, now!" Nicole said vehemently. "I've done 'normal' and I hated it. It's my body...it's my life and I'll decide who to fuck." She let go of Lou's cock and crawled forward to plant her knees on either side of his hips, her cunt mere inches above his prick. She lowered her face to his, kissing his mouth "And it's been far too long, Father Dearest, since I've felt this monster inside me."
