A Family Trip to a Family Reunion

"No, Bill. I have to tell you, he was just sitting there watching me as I walked out of the bathroom and back to my bed. Then he asked me what had happened like it was perfectly ordinary for me to be standing there with one hand over my chest and the other trying to cover my pussy." Her words became faster as they followed the rhythm of her movements, and she looked at me with a wicked smile knowing that I was just as turned on as she was from her recount of the evening.

"How did you feel while he was staring at you?" I interrupted her story, but I couldn't help but ask for some extra details.

"At first I was mad that he would try and pull a maneuver like that, but then I started to feel kinda tingly when I realized that I was completely naked in front of my boss. And I want to be honest with you so don't get mad... instead of getting back in bed I asked if he wanted some water, and I walked back to the sink and filled two glasses, then walked over carrying one in each hand and set his down on the table next to his bed."

"So he saw you! He saw you totally naked! I can't believe that you walked around naked in front of him! He saw everything, didn't he?!?!" I was pushing up against her trying to get my cock as deep as possible inside her wetness.

"He not only saw me, I let him see me! His eyes just kept roaming over my body while I walked around, and it felt so exciting to let him look at me! I can't believe that Rory actually saw me naked! My tits were rock hard, and I knew he could tell that I liked it! I mean he flirts with me all the time at work, but I never imagined something like this would happen! He even kept the light on until I was back in bed and covered with the sheets. I tossed and turned all night wishing that you were there to fuck me!"

"Well I'm glad that he didn't try to do that!"

"No way, I would've killed him! I'm all yours! You know that! But there is one more thing... In the morning, when he was getting ready, I was awake but pretended to be asleep. I turned to face toward the bathroom and kept my eyes cracked open just enough to see. And when he came out of the shower he wasn't wearing anything, and I got my chance to see him!" Susan and I changed positions, and she laid back and spread herself out across the bed displaying her body to me while I held myself up and over her.

"And what did you see?" I asked before sliding myself inside her wet pussy.

"I saw his cock, Bill!" Her eyes got big as she remembered what she had seen. "I never imagined that Rory was hung like that! His body is so dark, he is totally built, and he has an incredible dick! He was walking around the room, and at one point he came over pretty close to my bed, and then turned around and moved away."

"Did you think about getting fucked with that big, black cock? Did you want to grab it in your hands and wrap your lips around it?" I was now thrusting myself deep inside her, and she was lifting up her hips to meet me.

"Oh yes! I would have let him do anything he wanted to me! But you would have had to be there with me! Would you like to watch me get fucked by his huge dick? I would love it for you to watch him take me and enjoy my body like you do!" We were moving together and we could feel the excited tension coming to a peak.

"Yes Susan! Let him fuck you! Can you feel his huge cock inside you... can you feel him filling you..." We then exploded together releasing the week's worth of frustration we both apparently shared. After a few moments I moved myself and lied down beside her, and my hands continued to rub over her body as they slid easily across her sweaty skin.

"Well, I guess you really enjoyed my little story, didn't you?" She turned her head so she could face me and look into my eyes.

"Story? What do you mean?"

"C'mon Bill, do you really think I would let something like that happen? Rory wasn't with me... I just thought I'd make something up and see what you would do! I must say, I was pleasantly surprised by your reaction. Maybe we should fantasize more often... you know you're not the only one who enjoyed that story!"

I was relieved to hear that it didn't really happen, but still curious about what prompted her unexpected scenario. I began to wonder what kind of relationship she had with her boss, and if fucking him was something she had thought about while she was working so closely beside him. Susan reached over and took my cock in her hand while slowly stroking along its soft length.

"So Bill, do you have any stories to tell me about your week? Knowing Sara, I bet you had your hands full!"

All of a sudden my cock sprang back to life, and I lied there for a moment wondering how much I should tell Susan, and how much of it I could pass off as fiction. I began to once again slide my fingers along her wet crease as I summoned up the courage to share the highlights from the last couple of days.

"Well, needless to say, it hasn't been easy staying in a hotel room with a teenage girl. I thought that getting Sara her own room might give us a little privacy, but I don't think she likes to be alone much."

Susan continued to lie there letting me rub along her pussy, and she kept a firm grip around my stiff cock. "I guess it's normal for a girl to want to stay close to her father after not seeing him for a while. Should I assume that the door between the rooms has stayed open the whole time?"

"Now that you mention it, ya, I guess so." I tried to seem appropriately oblivious to the fact.

Susan rolled me closer to her and she moved my free hand up to her chest. I was now doing double duty as I manipulated both ends of her aroused body. "You know, I noticed that Sara's bed is still made up and ours looks to be a total mess. I know that our daughter didn't get up first thing this morning and make her bed, so I imagine that you had some company last night, am I right?"

I couldn't figure out where Susan was going with her questions and I wasn't about to head down the wrong path, so I offered little in response to allow her to lead the way. "Well, I fell asleep watching television, and when I woke up today she was lying here next to me, so I guess she must have gotten scared or something."

"I hope she remembered to bring her p.j.'s."

"Yah, about that, it seems that she takes after her mother in that regard."

"You mean she crawled into bed with you naked?" Although Susan sounded upset, she quickly took her place on top of me and sat straddling over my shaft without allowing it to penetrate her.

"I was asleep, remember? I didn't even know she was there until this morning, and I covered her up once I got out of bed." It was getting harder and harder to lie there looking at my wife while imagining my daughter.

"Well I hope you got a good look at her. I know I plan on it the first opportunity I get! I can't believe how gorgeous she has gotten! So does she take after her mother in any other ways besides her sleepwear?" Susan adjusted her body to finally ease my cock in between her dripping folds. She looked into my eyes while she pulled at her nipples and waited for an answer.

"Take after you... like how?"

"You don't have to play dumb. Besides, you're just not that good at it. You know what I mean, and I really want you to tell me. I promise I won't get mad!"

I've heard that before, but since she was being so insistent I thought I'd risk it. "Actually, from what I remember, physically she looks almost exactly like you did at her age."

"Then she must have a great set of tits, because mine were spectacular before our kids did their damage!"

I decided to take a chance and offer up a more detailed description. "I would guess that they are a 34C or so, and she doesn't really need a bra because they're so firm that they just remain planted in place no matter what she does." I braced myself for a slap but was greeted instead with some enthusiastic, sexual grinding.

"Mmm, just like mine used to be... So what do her nipples look like?"

"They're a little smaller than yours, and maybe a shade lighter. But they seem to get hard just as often. I guess sensitivity runs in the genes!"

"And what about the rest of her body?"

I took the opportunity to ease my conscience while we were busy fantasizing, and I was no longer holding back as I described our daughter's body to my wife. "Sara shaves her pussy, and her lips are just as visible and pink as yours. Her ass is incredibly tight, and I think she spends a lot of time at the gym. She has an amazing set of legs, her stomach is flat, and her skin is smooth and tanned all over."

Susan stopped moving for a moment as she took in everything I had just foolishly spilled out. "If I didn't know better, I'd say that you got more than simply a quick look at her body. That was quite a description!"

I grabbed onto my wife's hips and re-started her motion on top of me while I prepared to further my confession. "I did... When she bothered to wear anything at all, it was barely enough to actually cover her up. I think she might have even enjoyed walking around here exposing herself in front of me. And it's not like I wanted to look, she was just always there!"

Susan leaned down over me, and her breasts hung low as they slid back and forth across my chest. "And was our little nudist able to get a look at her handsome daddy?"

"She did catch me coming out of the shower once, but I kept myself covered with my hands so she didn't get a real good look. She made a comment about wanting my hands to slip, but I wasn't about to stand there and show myself to her."

Susan sat back up and began to really take charge as she forcefully moved herself on my rigid cock. My sudden lack of enthusiasm just as my wife was ramping things up let her know that I actually felt bad about what I was telling her. "You're telling me the truth, aren't you? Sara was really being a trampy little tease while she had you here all to herself, wasn't she? I bet you were even awake when she joined you in bed last night, weren't you? Does she also take after her mother with her ability to fuck?"

My body made a slight jerk under the excitement of my wife discovering the truth. But instead of jumping off the bed and retreating to the bathroom, Susan's rocking and grinding just became stronger and stronger. "No! I mean she was teasing me, I guess, but I didn't touch her! Honest! And you can't blame it on me! You're the one who had to take off on business and left us alone! I was just trying to be a cool dad!"

"It's O.K. Bill. I'm actually a little relieved to hear it. Now that I know, I have some confessing of my own." Susan slowed her pace and grinned as she looked me straight in the eye.

"Confessing? O.K., I'm nervous."

"Well, what I said before about my boss, I mean Rory..."

"Yes..."

"He really was there, we really shared a room, and he really saw me naked."

My reaction surprised me, and I began to mirror my wife's energy as we pushed against each other. "So all of that about him turning on the lights, watching you while you got him some water..., that stuff really happened?"

"Every bit! And I really spied on him while he was getting ready in the morning! And yes, he really is hung!"

Susan and I were now just simply fucking as we considered one another's activities of the last couple of days. "And did you really want to fuck his big black dick?"

"Just like I'm sure you wanted to fuck Sara's tight little pussy!" I hated to admit it, but Susan had me there, and I couldn't be upset for her having the same kind of indiscreet thoughts that I had. My wife had managed to completely manipulate me as she not only gave hers, but got my confession as well, and I had to give her 'props' for extracting our dirty truths while still maintaining peace in our relationship.

Our lovemaking continued as we asked each other more specific details, and we both embellished our answers as we took our fantasies a little further. We finally exploded together under the freedom of our shared imagination, and we were both exhausted by the time we were through. We then lied there together on the bed giggling back and forth while our hearts slowed down and we caught our breath.

Neither Susan or I heard Sara's card key slide in and unlock the door, and our daughter walked in unannounced to find her parents lying together naked on top of the hotel bed. With her usual rock steady manner, she offered a pithy overview of the scene in front of her.

"So, is seeing my parents in bed together supposed to damage my psyche, or give me a healthy understanding about marriage and relationships?" Sara was standing between the front door and the bed, and her hair was still wet from the pool as it hung down around her shoulders. A continuous stream of tiny droplets fell from the tips of her dark mane, and they sped down along her tanned skin before being absorbed by the thin white bikini that was clinging to her beautiful body.

Susan leaned up on her elbows to get a better look at her daughter, and under the security of my wife's presence, I remained on my back and didn't bother to cover myself up. "Well," Susan offered, "if you had walked in about five minutes earlier you might have been damaged, but because of good timing I'm hopeful that this will be a positive growth experience. Now why don't you get out that wet suit and dry your hair before you soak the carpet through to the floor!"

Reacting to the jealousy she was feeling over the attention that I was now giving to her mother, Sara stood right there in front of us and pulled off her bikini top, and then just as defiantly slid out of her almost transparent bottoms. With both pieces in hand she turned around and wrung them out in the sink of our in-room vanity, and then faced back toward us as she wrapped up her wet hair in one of our towels. Before she left our room for her own she stopped at the mini-fridge to grab a beer, and then she turned up the clock radio as loud as it would go after she, for the first time, closed the door that separated us.

Susan turned toward me, and she seemed more entertained than worried when she offered a surprising reaction to our daughter's display. "You were right, Bill! Sara does have one hell of a great body! I can see why you were all worked up earlier!" Then she suggested a scenario that left me feeling curious, concerned, and once again aroused. "It's a shame that we have to spend the rest of the weekend making a showing at your family reunion. I was just thinking how fun it would be to invite my boss up to join us for the next couple of days. Then you could see what had gotten me all worked up as well! And I can't imagine that it would be a problem for either one of them if Rory had to stay in Sara's room with her. So what do you think, babe?"

Susan spent the next 45 minutes trying anything she could think of to get me to take her up on her idea. Drawing upon every last bit of her recently acquired marketing skills, she used both her body and her mind to convince me of the many benefits to not only myself, but also to our immediate and extended family if I agreed to her suggestion. Not only was she a quick study at work, but she was also a quick study in bed, and she immediately began concocting a reason for our absence from the party after her over-active imagination had turned me on enough to finally say "Yes". As I lied there in bed I had no idea what was in store for us over the next two and a half days, but I was certain that it was going to be much more memorable than a group photo taken at a dysfunctional family picnic.