Life of Mick -- CH 4
When the Uber car dropped me off from the airport after returning from Washington, it was midafternoon. Neither Monique nor Misty's car was in the driveway. Just mine. I carried my bag to my bedroom and unpacked it before taking a shower.
Downstairs on the bar was a notepad and a pen. I thought my girls were leaving me a note so I swiveled it around to read it. It was a list of girl's and guy's names. Some were scratched off and others either had exclamation points or question marks beside the name. Just as I thought. Misty and Monique hadn't stopped planning for the Saturday pool party. The starting list was long. I hadn't even thought about them inviting guys and I noted that there weren't as many guy's names on the list as girls. Other than Sarah, I didn't recognize a single name still on the list. If the question marks became exclamation points, there would be a dozen or so partiers; eight of them girls. My cock hardened in my athletic shorts. If this party was still what Sarah and Misty had discussed in the privacy of Misty's shower, I was going to be busy. I hoped that my cock wouldn't embarrass me. I swiveled the pad back to its starting location and went out to the pool deck. I sprawled out on a lounge chair and the warm sun lulled me off to sleep in minutes.
I woke to the sensation of fingernails dragging across my balls. I shielded my eyes from the bright sun and squinted up at Misty who was bent over at the waist with her hand pushed up under my shorts fondling my balls. She giggled when I looked up at her. She pulled her hand back and said, "It must be really great to be king. Do you take an afternoon nap every day?"
I laughed and said, "It must seem that way, but no. There was too much champagne on the flight home and I was still a little buzzed when the Uber guy dropped me off." I checked my watch and noted that I had been asleep for nearly two hours. I asked about her day and she said that it was great. She liked the work. I was pleased.
When I woke to the sensation of Misty's fingernails raking across my balls, my cock had stirred and pushed up off my hip to my stomach. It was still pulsing up and down under the thin nylon material of my shorts and Misty hadn't missed a pulse. She sat down in a chair beside me and watched my cock moving. She was trying hard to be as nonchalant as possible. Her face was beginning to flush with sexual excitement and I was certain that she would make a move any moment.
The glass door from the house slid open and Monique stepped out on the deck. She immediately asked how my trip had gone and I told her it was a home run. She was all grins as if she was thinking about how this might improve her lifestyle. Misty never thought that way. In a way, she was the same as me when I was her age except with opposite perspectives. I had had nothing and didn't know it and Misty had had everything and didn't know it.
Monique approached me and bent down and kissed me. If she noticed my semi-erection, she didn't let on.
At dinner that night, I informed Misty and Monique that the Friday night dinner with Hunter and Alexis had been postponed. They were disappointed but Misty immediately seized on the fact that the Pool party could be back on. I chuckled to myself knowing that she had never abandoned the idea. I took the opportunity to tell her that I knew what the pool party was all about and that I wasn't comfortable with the idea of what Sarah had talked her into.
Misty turned red with embarrassment at me knowing the purpose of the party. Misty said, "That was all Sarah. She's infatuated with your huge cock. It was her chance to shine in front of her work friends if you are inclined to call them that. Her friends are always bragging at work about the guy they were with the night before and how big they were. They have pictures on their phones. When she saw your junk and had sex with you, she's been afraid to say anything to her friends for fear that they would laugh at her for making up such a preposterous story. She doesn't have any photos to prove it. Her solution was to invite them to the pool party to see for themselves.
The story was plausible but I pushed a little further and said, "What about all these other names on your list that you left on the bar? Some of those are guys. Is this party supposed to turn into an orgy?" Misty's face flushed red as she played with her food on her plate. Misty glanced at her sister as if looking for some help and then she just nodded and glanced at me to see how I would take it.
Monique blurted out, "I was on board with this Dad. It wasn't just Sarah and Misty. I thought it would make this party something that everyone would remember and talk about forever. I chuckled as I thought, 'I'm certain that it will.'
Misty got up her nerve and said, "We've told everyone that there will be adult supervision. The parents of Monique's friends all wanted assurance of that. Even some of my friends, who still live at home, needed that assurance. We haven't said who the supervision would be though."
I laughed and said, "That's some kind of adult supervision if I'm supposed to be involved in the orgy too."
Misty immediately said, "I know, but we thought you could wear a mask to hide your identity. We even bought one that we decided would do the trick." Monique ran up to her room and hurried back down with a black cloth mask that covered the eyes down over the top of my nose. It was basically a Zorro mask. She giggled as she laid it on the bar, along with a fake, thin mustache like Zorro wore in the movies and on the ancient TV series. We all laughed. Both of my ex-wives had always gone gaga over Zorro. Somewhere, in storage, I had the full costume that Miranda had insisted that I wear to a Halloween costume party one year. My mind harkened back to that memory. Miranda had fucked my brains out in the host's master-bathroom that night.
I pulled the mask to my face and Misty's eyes went wide. "Oh my God, Dad. That is so sexy." Her eyes went into a search mode trying to read me to see if I was on for the party or not. I wanted the anonymity and I thought the mask could work out fine. I nodded at Misty and she lit up like a lamp. Monique was all grins too. Misty blurted out, "You can be our Uncle Ron. We all got laughing. We adjourned to the family room and talked about their plans until it was time for bed. There were two topics that I demanded strict assurances on: one, all attendees were at least eighteen, and two, all of the girls were on birth control. What wasn't discussed and I didn't know, was that Misty had acquired a prescription of Cialis which she planned to give me in my coffee that morning.
The girls went off to bed tittering and giggling and high-fiving each other. I chuckled to myself as I adjusted the position of my hardon under the pillow in my lap. I crawled between my sheets and shut off the bedside lamp and stared up at the creepy shadows from the moonlight on the walls. My mind turned to potential problems developing and any pitfalls that we hadn't thought about. This could go wrong in so many ways, but now I was as excited about the party as the girls were. I imagined the array of bikinis on teenage bodies. I drifted off to sleep visualizing Samantha in my bed the night before. I was beginning to think of us as a couple but I had no idea what she would think of my new sexual situation with my stepdaughters. I was sure that she would have a problem with it. I put those thoughts away and pondered ways to broach the subject innocently to see how she would react. I would have loved to invite her on Saturday if I thought for a moment that she'd be as aroused as I was. It was easy to imagine her dominating the teenage boys. I just didn't know for sure either way. I would have to ease into that kind of conversation with her.
The sun was up when I woke. I had overslept but I felt fantastic. The house was silent. I went down the hall to Misty's room and her bed was made and she was gone. The same with Monique. I checked the clock on Monique's bureau and realized that I had overslept by almost two hours. Misty was already at work and Monique had left for school. At first, I was freaking out that I had done this. It wasn't like me to be late for work. Then I relaxed and again realized how good I felt. I had no big plans for the day that I needed to tend to. I called Sam on her cellphone and she answered quickly. She must have put my name or some identifier on that number because she immediately said, "Are you okay? I was waiting for you. I was hoping we could arrange something to get together. I haven't stopped thinking about Washington."
I calmed her down and then said, "Is there some reason that you could just take the day off and come here?"
There was silence on her phone for several moments and then she said, "Ummm... Sure, I could think of something. Right now?"
I chuckled and said, "No. How about an hour ago?"
