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The morning had begun with another super orgasm for me, after which Mark had cuddled with me to enjoy the moments that follow. He is such a gentleman, and he knows so much more than me. I suppose that’s to be expected since he was married to Mom for several years, and he has 15 years on me.
Relaxed and content, thoroughly satisfied and in love with the man beside me, I began to re-awaken for the day.
“I need a shower,” I told him, “and I think I need to be on my own in there, just in case you were going to offer. This time, at least,” I added.
“OK,” he agreed. “I’ll go make some breakfast.”
I smiled at him.
We’d lived in the same house as dad and daughter, well step-daughter officially, for 14 years. He would often let Mom sleep in on a weekend and make breakfast for the family.
“So, um, when you made breakfast for us all on a weekend, was it because you’d left Mom naked and sprawling on the bed like this?”
His eyes danced and sparkled and I didn’t need an answer. Maybe this was to be a common wake-up routine for me now. Couldn’t complain at that.
“You’re very bright,” is all he said to me. “Coffee?”
He stood up from the bed and held out a hand to me. It was difficult not to notice he still had a raging hard-on as he pulled me gently up from the bed.
“Would you like a hand with that?” I offered.
“Plenty of time for that later,” he replied. “You look like you need a break.”
“I do,” I nodded wearily. “I’m not used to this pace.”
“Come on down when you’re ready,” he said. He grabbed a robe and deftly slipped it on, tying its belt as he headed out of the bedroom door.
I went down to the other bathroom. After all, that was where all my toiletries still were. I turned on the water and brushed my teeth while it warmed up, then stepped into the stall and let the hot streams from the shower head massage my back. Water spilled and splashed up over my shoulders and ran down over my breasts, some channeling down into my crotch and soaking my pussy. I stood for a moment enjoying the sensation before picking up the soap and massaging it into a lather all over my body. I tipped my head back and ran the water through my hair and squirted a bead of shampoo into my hand. I finished my usual shower routine and turned off the water.
I toweled myself dry and looked in my closet, selecting a plain orange T-shirt. Fresh panties and jeans and slippers, and I was ready. I went toward the kitchen, inhaling the scent of freshly brewed coffee.
“Ahhh, that smells good,” I greeted him.
“I’m going simple today,” he said. “Toast or bagel?”
“Bagel,” I replied.
“Good choice.” The toaster popped with what had been his bagel, and he put it on a plate and pushed it my way, along with the cream cheese and a knife. He split another one open and dropped it into the warm slots, pushing down the lever to start his own.
“Aren’t these yours?” I asked.
“Yours or mine, it’s all the same to me.”
“Bring a plate. I’ll give you half of this one and we can share the other one when it’s ready.”
He came around to my side of the bar and slid onto the stool beside me.
We sipped hot coffee and munched on our shared bagels.
“It seems we’re OK with the new arrangement,” he said.
“I certainly am,” I said. “But I do have a question.”
“What’s that?”
“Am I supposed to call you Mark now, or Dad still?”
“Doesn’t matter to me.”
“No, but when we’re out somewhere and around people who know us as dad and daughter…” I trailed off.
“Yes, I see.” He thought a moment. “Some kids call their dads by their first name. We could just say that since you’re an adult in your mid-twenties, we decided you should do that.”
“Yes,” I said without commitment.
“You don’t sound convinced.”
“I guess we should think it over a bit.”
He nodded.
“And…” I started. He raised eyebrows and looked at me. “Am I moving my stuff into your room?”
“You mean ‘our’ room?”
“You’re serious about this.”
“I am,” he said. “That is now our bedroom. Yes, please move in.”
“What about when Amy stays over?” I asked. Amy was my best friend with whom I’d kept up a close relationship all through high school and beyond. Slumber parties had become sleepovers, and we had grown a very close relationship, if you get my drift.
“Oh, Amy,” he said.
“Yeah, she’d see all my stuff was gone from my old room. So she will eventually suspect.”
“How do you think she’d react?”
“Well,” I began. “I have a confession.”
“What’s that?”
“Amy and I have been, um, close friends, very close friends.”
“Like kissing and touching kind of close friends?” he asked.
I nodded.
“Well, you sexy little vixen. I never knew.” He grinned.
“You’re not angry?”
“Not a bit. I’m impressed you’ve kept it quiet. How long?”
“Six years?” I said, eyebrows raised.
He started to say something and stopped, and finally said, “I’m speechless.”
“So, when Amy comes over, she’ll know; she’ll know right away.”
“Yeah, I see that. Do you think she would approve?”
I smiled. eskişehir escort “She’ll probably call me a lucky duck.” I paused. “She’s had a thing for you for a long time.”
I pictured Amy. Fit body, shorter than Dakota, maybe a tiny bit chunkier, and cute as a button.
“For me?” he asked.
“Oh yeah, she’ll be full of questions for me.”
“Could we trust her not to give us up?”
“I bet we could.”
“I trust you to tell her, then,” he said.
Really? He trusted me to share this deep secret with my friend? He trusted me to know whether we could rely on her? He was putting a lot of faith in me, and I felt so grown-up to have his trust, especially since he had explicitly told me he trusted me.
“I do have one idea,” I offered.
He brought the next bagel over and gave me the top half. “That’s your half,” I said, swapping the plates.
“What’s your idea?”
“What about if Amy came in on the action?”
“You mean, like walked in on us?”
“No, like I’ll promise to tell her a secret but she has to get it between only us. And then I’ll tell her about us. And then when I’ve told her a little bit about it – and I know she’ll be jealous – I’ll offer that you would, y’know, be with her. And then she couldn’t tell about us.”
He laughed.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make it sound like I was passing you around like a piece of bread,” I said.
“I’m not offended. Actually, I’m flattered that you would consider sharing me with your best friend, even if it was only once.”
“Oh no, it’d have to be more than once. One time could be forgiven as a fling. We’d still have all the time we wanted until she came over, but when she was here, we’d bring her in too.”
“You’re talking about… three?”
“Well, I’m not going to let you have your way with her unless I’m there.” I kept a straight face for a second but I couldn’t hold it and broke into a laugh.
He shook his head. “I have a lot to learn about you, young lady.”
“I think you learned a lot last night,” I said. “I know I did.”
“What did you learn?” he asked.
“I learned the taste of your cum,” I said, replaying in my mind the sensation of his sticky semen filling my mouth. “You?”
“I learned that I love the taste of your juices too.”
I got up and collected the two plates, carrying them to the sink. He followed me there and leaned up close behind me, resting his hands on my waist and looking over my shoulder. I felt him kiss my neck and nibble on my ear, and then his hand was on my breast.
“Stop it,” I ordered. “Haven’t you had enough?”
He stopped, taken aback at my offense.
“I’m sorry,” he began.
I grinned. “Silly, don’t you dare stop. I love it.”
Shaking his head, he said, “I’m going to need more time understanding how you think.”
He resumed his nibbling at my neck.
“OK,” I said, “when shall I ask Amy to come over?”
“She’s available on weekends?”
“Yep.”
“Today is Saturday, is that too short notice?”
“Oh no, I’m sure I can get her here if I word it right.”
“That’s fine with me.”
“I would have to spend tonight with her, and not you.”
“I can do that tonight,” he said. “That way, all your stuff will still be in your old room until she’s gone.”
“I’ll call her now.”
I had no trouble convincing Amy to come over for the night, and she came over just in time for dinner. We ate together and drank wine, watched some TV together, and then Amy and I went to my room after telling Dad our goodnights.
In my room, Amy was all excited to hear what was so secret that I could only tell in person. I stalled for a while, and we joked and renewed our closeness. We kissed, and I found myself comparing her kisses to Dad’s. We touched, and I compared that too. I told myself I had to stop that.
“So come on, girlfriend, spill,” Amy said.
“Super secret, promise you tell no-one, no-one at all, ever.”
“Wow. OK, I promise.”
“Dad and I kissed last night, and I don’t mean a goodnight kiss. I mean minutes long, and tongues and oh my gosh, it was incredible.”
“You didn’t?”
I nodded.
“How was it? I’m so jealous.”
“He is fantastic. I mean, I love it when you and I kiss, and all I can say is it’s different. I can’t say one’s better than the other, but it was truly amazing.”
“Wow. What brought that on?”
“You know that storm last night?”
“Yeah, woke me up. I couldn’t get back to sleep.”
“Me too, and it scared me, so I went into his room. Got in bed beside him.” Amy’s eyes widened. “And we talked, and somehow found out he’s looked at me like I’ve looked at him, for like ages.”
“And then you kissed?”
“Uh huh.” I didn’t let on yet how much more there was than a kiss.
“Just one time?”
“No, no, over and over. Amy, you can’t tell anyone.”
“No, right. Who would I tell anyway? You’re the one I tell all this stuff to.”
“It was so incredible.” I paused. “I’m sorry, Ames, I know you’ve had a thing for Dad forever, and I don’t mean to rub it in.”
“No, don’t worry about that. I gaziantep escort guess I didn’t realize myself that you had such a thing for him too. And I’m happy for you, truly.”
“Um, there’s more,” I confessed.
“What?!”
“Well, you know when we get kissing, things just… y’know.”
“You didn’t!” The shock showed on Amy’s face, along with an eager look of anticipation. “Come on, tell.”
“It just, I mean, he… dang, I don’t know how to start.”
Amy clasped her hands and sat silent, head cocked slightly to one side. Only really close friends could do that without it looking contemptuous.
“Oh, stop it,” I laughed. “We didn’t have sex, not all the way.”
“So what did you do? You’ve got me all excited. Look, my hands are shaking.”
I whispered. “Oral. And he made me cum, like, oh I can’t describe it. It was like a huge wave hitting the highway at the beach. Bam, and then it sprayed everywhere.”
“What did?”
“My climax, it was like a huge crash and then my whole body was in on it. I was shaking. And I can’t remember it in detail, I was just so mindblown.”
“OK, now I see why so secret about it.”
“Yeah, you can’t tell.”
“I know, I know, it’s OK, Kota. I’m not telling. So, is there more?” Amy asked eagerly.
“Yes, listen to this.”
I went on to explain that I had given Mark his own version of her climax, and how we’d slept together and how he had given me another shattering orgasm in the morning. By the time I was finished, Amy’s mouth was hanging open. But I saved the best for last.
“So when Dad and I were talking over breakfast, we talked about you.”
“Me?”
“Yeah, ’cause I said you’d be bound to notice the change, I mean when I move my stuff in there, it’ll be kind of obvious.”
“Yeah, good point.”
“So we agreed I could tell you all this. Dad really cares about you, and you know I do, and we both trust you. And we wanted to make sure you know that we trust you.”
“OK.”
“So Dad wondered if you would like to, um, join in on days when you’re here.”
“What?”
“Like I said, he’s ‘noticed’ you as well, just like you’ve had a crush on him.”
“Are you matchmaking?”
“No way. Listen, Ames, he and I are together now. And I have no idea how we’re going to either keep it quiet, or let it out, but you needed to know about it, and since you and Dad mutually like each other, we said why not ask you to come into the ‘party’ when you’re here? Interested?”
“Flabbergasted, more like. So are you talking a threesome?”
I nodded. “Yeah. It could be any combination of stuff we want. By mutual agreement.”
“Oh my gosh, Kota, do you know what you’re offering me?”
I could tell that the initial shock was being replaced with an assessment of the possibilities for Amy.
I nodded. “Uh huh. Your wildest dreams?”
“Infinity and beyond, more like.”
We laughed. “Oh Amy, I’d be so happy if you came in with us.” I leaned over and kissed Amy.
Amy responded by pulling my mouth tighter onto hers.
“Mmmnnn, mmyou think you’d bemmmm happymm! Whatmm about me?” Amy tried to say while still keeping her lips attached to me.
We snickered and kissed some more. Inside, my spirit was soaring. SCORE! I thought, and then banished that thought to concentrate on a very lovely evening ahead. Amy was charged up about the idea of being with Mark, seeing his body, and equally excited to hear that Mark wanted her too.
“So, let me get this straight,” Amy said when they had finished kissing. “When I’m here, we can, we will, be all three in bed for the night?”
“If you want, yes.”
“And when does this start?”
“We didn’t decide. I assumed you and I would talk about it tonight, so I primed him not to expect anything tonight.”
“I think we should let him know the answer,” Amy said.
“Now?”
“Yes, you know, he might be planning a one-person event for himself tonight and we should stop that, you know, so we can be there to help out.”
We giggled together.
“I’ll go tell him,” Dakota said.
“Can I come too?”
“Later, yes.” We burst out laughing at the double meaning.
Amy slapped me on the arm. “You know what I mean.”
“I sure do. Come on, let’s go tell him.”
It was 10.30 by now, and when we opened my bedroom door, the house was dark, except for a light shining under Mark’s bedroom door. We went along the hallway and I knocked at his door.
“Yes?” came his voice from within. I opened the door part way and popped my head in.
“It’s a yes on the plan,” I said cryptically.
“Fantastic,” Mark replied, genuinely pleased. Amy heard the inflection in his voice and was comforted.
“And we were wondering, when should we begin?”
“Uh, I hadn’t thought that far ahead. Come on in, Dakota. It’s OK.”
“We’re both here.”
“That’s fine; come on in, Amy.”
Amy practically pushed past me to enter the room and the two of us sat on the empty half of the bed beside Mark. I guessed that he was dressed in customary sleeping garb which consisted of his T-shirt. Nothing giresun escort else. I imagined his penis hardening under the cover right then and I cast occasional glances for confirmation. At one point, Mark casually put his hand under the covers and I smirked inwardly. Yes!
“Would there be any reason why not to start tonight?” I asked.
Amy shook her head. “Fine with me,” she said.
Mark considered. “I can’t think of any,” he said finally. “I wasn’t prepared for this, so I haven’t had any ideas about how or what we’d do.”
“I’m sure you’ll think of something,” I said with a smile.
“What did you tell Amy?” he asked.
“Everything about last night.”
“Everything?” Mark verified.
“Yes, and this morning,” I confirmed.
“And what about the arrangement?” Mark asked again. “I just need to know so there are no unmet expectations and we’re all on the same page.”
Amy piped up, “Dakota said when I was here on weekends, well, whenever I was here, we could be a threesome, any combination at a time.”
I nodded.
“You two are incredible,” Mark said. “And beautiful, I should add.”
“Thanks,” I answered leaning over to him and kissing him full on the lips.
“Yes, thank you,” said Amy, while she waited for me to let go of him.
“Come here Amy,” Mark invited, and she scrambled across the covers to him.
I watched in silence as Amy and Mark met for a kiss. I knew how good Amy was at this and stared as she drew Mark into the tenderness of their first kiss. Their eyes were closed, their mouths open and sealed together and I knew their tongues were dancing together. I already knew Mark was erect and guessed that Amy was aroused enough to be wet. I wanted to test out both theories, and it didn’t look like the two of them were close to finishing their lip-sucking.
So, I moved behind Amy and put my hand on the inside of her thigh. I played there for a moment and then positioned myself to unsnap Amy’s jeans. I slid down the zipper, pushed my fingers into the waistband and began to push her jeans down around the curve of her butt. Amy moaned a little but kept the kiss going with Mark.
I got her jeans down to mid thigh and left them there, now pushing a hand through between Amy’s legs from behind. My fingers curled up onto Amy’s belly where I knew there was a tortilla-chip sized patch of light brown hair. Using my palm and fingers, I just played there on Amy’s pussy through her panties. I figured those panties would be no good to wear in the morning, and I enjoyed making sure that would be true.
I looked over at Mark. He was mostly in a sitting, well reclining, position in bed and I didn’t have a good way to get to him. I turned my attention back to Amy and decided to take her jeans off. That proved to be more difficult than planned, and in the end, Amy and Mark separated so I could get Amy’s jeans down below her knees.
“In a hurry, girl?” Mark asked Dakota.
“No, I just know that if we don’t get these out of the way, they’ll be wet soon.”
Amy laughed. Looking at Mark, she said, “She knows me too well.”
“I hope to get there too,” Mark replied.
Once Amy’s jeans were off, I was feeling the need to remove mine too, so I told them, “You two go at it a bit more, I’m just going to undress over here by myself.”
We all laughed. It was amazing how well we meshed and understood each other. I worked my jeans off too and took off my top for good measure. I climbed off the bed and walked around to Mark’s side. I began to kiss him on the neck while slipping my hand down his back to grab his shirt and pull it upward. He put down a hand and lifted some weight off his bottom and helped me get the shirt free. I worked it upward, playing with his chest along the way. He and Amy were still enjoying kisses.
“Break, break,” I called, acting like a boxing ref separating two fighters. Amy and I conspired to pull Mark’s shirt up and over his head, and then Mark and I lifted Amy’s T-shirt and cast it aside. I loved seeing Amy’s body. She was not slim like me but not chunky either. Well filled out and fit, good definition on her muscles and beautifully proportioned.
“God, you have a body!” I said to her.
“You say that every time,” she replied.
“And mean it,” I said.
“I second that opinion,” Mark chimed in. “I’m happy to see you in this new way.”
“Care to show us how happy?” I giggled.
Mark blushed. “I have just been officially embarrassed by my own daughter,” he said, and the three of us broke into a peal of laughs.
I was getting aroused by the banter. No, let’s be truthful. I was getting horny with all the banter.
“Think we should video this?” Amy suggested with a grin.
“I… dunno,” Mark said unsure.
“I like the idea,” I said, and quickly setup my phone where it could see most of the action.
I stood beside the bed and deliberately brushed my bra up against Mark’s arm. He glanced down and I could see he got a nice view. When his head came back up, I met him in a kiss, pressed firmly onto his lips. He was the center of all attention and Amy and I were making sure he enjoyed it. I felt his arm encircle my back and draw me close and my heart melted for him. The room and its sounds faded some while I concentrated on the delicious feeling of his lips sliding against mine, his tongue licking and playing with mine, our minds as one, our hearts entwined. While my eyes were closed, Amy drew up next to Mark on his opposite side.
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