Dan Tomkins signed off on the project over on Wallace with a huge sigh of relief. It wasn't the biggest project Atkins Development had ever done but this one seemed to absorb more attention than others he previously oversaw. He sat back letting out a long breath.
Charles Brooke looked into Dan's office, "Was that a victory sigh I heard?" he smiled, "Our dads would have been exhaling cigar smoke."
Dan smiled, "Sit. All done. We've cleared all the hurdles and all that's left is to get ulcers over the cost overruns," he chuckled.
Charles and Dan had started at the same time as part of Atkins resolve to bring college degrees into management. The 165-year-old company had been part of the community and developed or built a good third of the downtown buildings. Office, hospitals, condos...you name it, there would be many to point at.
"Had they worked here. My dad was in the Air Force," Dan said. "Retired and living in Naples, Florida." He looked at the time, "But probably on his veranda exhaling cigar smoke," he smiled. "What did your dad do?"
"Nothing so glamorous, he smiled, "Sales. He sold bras...at least that's what we told kids growing up. Women's lingerie. When I got this job he joked I was carrying on the family tradition, foundations. I told him mine would be bigger but he laughed and said not to be so sure. I miss his laugh," the man said suddenly sad. "Anyhow, did you hear?"
Dan looked up and shook his head, "Another contract?"
"Nope. Bill Atkins is retiring and his son is coming in from St. Louis to take over as CEO, at least that's what I heard," Charles sighed.
"Wasn't he like banished or something? Some scandal with...hell, I never really pay attention," Dan said.
"Couldn't keep his dick in his pants. No one cared when it was just the temps, wives of the workers, or EAs but after sleeping with a couple of the director's wives they sent him off to St. Louis."
Dan shook his head, "I'd have put him in a different Saint Something, perhaps Saint Joseph's."
Charles nodded, "Me too. ICU with his balls cut off. Anyhow, perhaps he's mellowed. Guard your wife," he nodded at the picture of Dan's family on his desk.
Dan looked over and felt a swell of pride. He was by all accounts a good-looking guy...never called a 'hottie' as he heard his daughter say but in shape. No dad-bod here, he thought. His wife seemed to look better every year. She still could fit easily into her wedding dress and had the perfect figure. Blonde hair, large breasts, long legs supporting his favorite part of her, her ass. He smiled and looked at his daughter. He'd be missing his Gerbil next year when she headed off to college. Not as full-figured as her mother but more athletic, more beautiful if that were possible, she was just as blonde and perfectly proportioned.
He sighed and looked back at Charles, "Change that. Saint Bartholomew's."
Charles chucked thinking of the vast acreage of the state's largest cemetery. Then he had a thought, "I'd hide that picture when he goes around doing the usual 'Gotto-get-to-know-ya' routine. Anyhow, glad you got through all the red tape on Wallace. I've got a wife at home...not like you do," he said sadly, "but man, she's been a lot friskier since Billy went off to college last year. First Beth and now Billy. Used to come home to a Scotch, now..."
Dan chuckled seeing his friend get up and leave. Lucinda was no dog, perhaps not in Ava's league but close, damn close. She was fuller-bodied in all the right places. He could see her being a wildcat in bed. Charles was a lucky man in that regard. Ava was great in bed but from what he heard, Lucinda was like a firecracker...always opening her legs and mouth. But Ava was loving and he shouldn't ever complain. He looked at the time and locked up his desk.
He got home to a warm kiss from his wife and a grinning Diana. He wondered what was up and Ava told him to sit, have a drink, and get ready for a feast.
He watched ESPN listening to his two favorite people talking and laughing in the kitchen. Then they came out carrying trays and dishes.
Diana looked over, "Come on, Dad. Time to eat," she said.
Dan came over to the table inhaling the most incredible garlicky scents. There was a tray piled with angel hair, steaming crusty Italian bread, glasses of Chianti, and an Italian salad with artichoke hearts, olives, pepperoncini, parmesan cheese, tomatoes..."What's this?" he asked.
Ava nodded to Diana, "I think our daughter should tell you."
"Daddy, your and Mom's 25th is coming up and I've been working...anyhow, I know this is before your anniversary but for your anniversary I want you two to kiss in Venice, Italy." She pulled out a folder and handed it to him.
Dan's head was spinning. Their anniversary was six months away but to have his daughter plan and pay for this brought him to tears. "I...I...damn it!" he sputtered. He quickly wiped away tears.
Ava chuckled and looked at her daughter, "You broke your Daddy." Then she looked thoughtful, "You know. I never saw him cry, not once when we were dating or first married, but the only time was when he first held you. He buried his head against your tiny chest and sobbed. The most emotional thing I'd ever seen," Ava sighed. She filled plates and handed them out as she said that.
Diana shook her head, "I never knew that." Then she looked down at her chest and sighed, "Never got much bigger, did it?" she asked as she accepted her dish.
Ava chuckled, "I was a B when I graduated from high school. Your grandmother told me the same thing happened to her. We Allans are late developers," she chuckled. She looked down at her chest, "I sometimes wish I'd stayed a B," she said softly.
Dan had collected himself listening to the conversation. He took a bite and nodded in approval. His friends complained often about their wives and their daughters wanting to kill each other but Diana and Ava were best friends. He looked at their chests and shook his head, "First, let me say to you, Diana, your figure is perfect for you. Breasts aren't everything. Then he looked at his wife, "Ignore what I told Diana, your breasts are spectacular and maybe not everything but..." he smiled.
"Men! They'll tell you anything to get in your panties....though let's not suggest he'd be interested in getting into your panties," she looked at her daughter and chuckled.
"Well, that hurts," Diana sighed, "If my own Daddy isn't interested...oh well, there's always Donald Dawkins."
"Hell, there is," Dan sputtered. Donald Dawkins was Diana's age and used to play together. Now he worked over at the oil change place after two Juvenile convictions for burglary.
"Kidding, Dad," Diana smiled. "Been there, done that. Lived up to the motto where he works, 'In and Out in 10 minutes.'"
Dan shook his head, "There are things that I hoped never to hear. I want grandkids but when I think of it I pray it's a virgin birth." Changing the subject her looked at his plate, "This is incredible. Who thought of this oil and garlic dish? I love it."
Ava indicated her daughter with her fork. "She's been planning this whole thing for a week."
"It's called Aglio y Olio, Daddy. I was checking out the cuisines of the regions I booked for you and Mom."
"I will never forget this meal as long as I live," Dan said as tears welled up again, "what have I ever done to deserve such a great daughter?" he asked.
Ava dabbed her mouth, "You forget. You took me out dancing and couldn't wait to get home," she said, "Diana, you were conceived in the back of an F150."
Diana laughed, "That explains it. I get wet every time I hear the roar of a pickup...Donald has a great one...jacked up..."
Dan tried not to laugh but couldn't help it. He got up and hugged his daughter and was joined by his wife. "Damn! I love you two so damn much."
That night, Ava was in a rare mood and as soon as they climbed into bed she kissed her way down Dan's chest to his cock. He stroked her blonde hair as he recalled the conversations at dinner. His daughter always had a terrific sense of humor, never shying away from the ribald but there was something different about tonight. Perhaps because this was the first time he'd looked at her sexually when discussing breasts. Perhaps because he had a flash of her naked with a boy. She was 18, had been for 6 months and he assumed she wasn't a virgin...but he didn't know.
Ava took her husband's cock in her mouth. Normally, this was reserved for special occasions like birthdays or...OK, just birthdays but she felt that the time was right. It wasn't the taste so much, it was that Dan's cock was too big for her jaw. Her previous boyfriends all were rewarded regularly with blowjobs but they had 6" or 7" cocks. Dan's was at least 9" and fat...so fat. She tried to take as much as she could but when her jaw started to cramp she popped his cock out of her mouth and crawled on top of him.
Dan looked up at his wife's full breasts as she reached between her legs to guide him inside her. He felt incredible love for her as her mouth opened wide, and her face went blank. He gripped her creamy tight ass cheeks and felt her lower and raise herself as her pussy got used to his huge cock.
"Oooooohhhhh, fuck!" Ava panted as she finally bottomed out. 24 and 1/2 years of marriage and she still felt like a virgin every time they made love. Then she pulled up and slammed down harder gasping as she did that.
Dan smiled, no tender love-making tonight. Ava wants to be fucked. This was as rare as getting his cock sucked and he planned on giving her what she wanted.
Ava squealed as she was flipped onto her back and Dan began pistoning his cock into her. She'd been horny all day knowing Dan would be thrilled with the present and after hearing Diana tell her about trying anal for the first time while they were cooking. Her daughter had a more varied and extensive love life than she did. It wasn't that Dan wasn't willing but his huge cock limited how experimental they could be. No way was she going to let him anywhere near her ass. She remembered back in college after three of her friends took turns with her ass and she had to grit her teeth when trying to poop the next day.
Dan listened to his wife's moans and as they sounded deeper he ground his shaft against her clit. He slid a hand under her ass, found her tight bud, and slipped his middle finger deep inside her. Her mouth opened wide and she cried out.
"Oh, Fuck! Fuck me," she said. "I'mmm, yessss, oh, ohhh, oooohhhhhh," she grunted as she came as powerfully as she remembered.
Downstairs, Diana was rubbing her pussy furiously imagining the activity causing the 'thump, thump, thump,' above her. She loved listening to their soft voices followed by her mother's grunts. Then as her mother came on her Daddy's huge cock, she smiled. "Go Mom!" she said softly as she plunged a second finger into her sloppy pussy. He then imagined her pussy being filled with her Daddy's cock as she joined her Mom in ecstasy.
Ava felt the waves of pleasure flow through her and then went limp. "Damn it, Dan. Your fucking cock is just too good. I've thought about cheating on you, I mean, there've been a lot of great-looking guys but I just know I'd be disappointed," she sighed.
Dan grinned, "That's been the plan. Get ready to get your pussy flooded with cum, because it's been a few days," he said as he picked up the pace.
Diana was wiping her wet pussy when she heard their voices followed by the thumping sound. Her pussy throbbed as she fought the urge to rub another out. Then she heard it and smiled, "Go, Dad!" She counted on her fingers the number of times he contracted jetting his sperm into her mother's pussy...'11, 12, 13, 14..."Fuck me," she grinned. '...17, 18...was there a 19th? she wondered. A new record. Dinner and the anniversary gift were well received, she thought.
Dan collapsed next to his wife, his cock softening in her pussy, his finger buried in her ass.
Ava stroked the sweat off his forehead, "That was nice. We'll remember this day for a while," she said, "Can you believe our daughter saved up all that money to pay for the trip? Two weeks in Italy? I'm so excited."
