Any Chance We Could Ch. 23

I informed him, "While I wouldn't think that we could get everything done in a week, I'd like to get as much as possible done while we're on our honeymoon. Especially all the interior work."

He took a deep breath and looked thoughtful. "I'd still need to give thought to a project flow chart but I think we can get most of what is desired done in eight days. It'd have to be handled as four to six different projects with each having its own team. By going to multiple teams and shifts going 24/7, we just might get most of it done. I can't promise you eight days right now but I'm intrigued enough to give it a try. I need to warn you that going 24/7 will be more costly because of overtime, double and triple time but all these crews working on different aspects could well be the answer. I'd need to work with county building inspector as well on this because there will be after-hours inspections. Before I give you a firm answer I need to sketch it out once I figure out the project flow."

I replied, "I'm perfectly willing to pay a premium if it gets this done while we're away."

"What do you need from us at this point?" Veronica asked.

Dave answered, "Take some time to think about it. I'll leave you this one copy of floor plans to look through. Though I have the plans in electronic form I'll need to take the blueprints because they have the County seals on them. I'll get back to you on the costs in two to three days. I know this is a lot of information to digest. I can wait for your decision, but if you want it completed during your honeymoon, I'll need a contract soon, in about 3 days. I'll have a cost to you as well by then. I've a semi-retired architect I highly recommend who could make this a priority. He doesn't go Arizona until after Thanksgiving."

We both remained silent. I knew my love was more than excited about our home being transformed. Every day her desire was heard not only in her words but also in her voice. Veronica looked at me with eyes filled with trust and love. There was something about this man that instilled confidence that he could pull this off. I sensed he didn't over-promise and under-deliver but rather under-promised and left you pleased that he over-delivered. I liked that approach. It's how Emerson and I built our business. I smiled at her and took her hand before turning to Dave and giving him the approval to start to move forward with the architect. I would do my due diligence by checking Dave's background and learning about his other projects but I was confident I was going to have a slew of positive reports.

As we were finishing our conversation, Dave was increasingly distracted. Veronica was fighting to keep from laughing. I glanced over my shoulder. My eyes widened as I saw Ashley and Katrina eating cookies and pouring milk, both dressed in volleyball shorts and scoop neck tops that revealed vast amounts of cleavage. Leaning over to place a plate with six double chocolate cookies on the table Ashley asked quietly, "Dave, would you like some cookies and some milk?"

Veronica sniggered at the brashness of her daughter. And I couldn't keep from laughing quietly. Dave looked from me to Ashley as she leaned over to put the plate two feet directly in front of him. He smiled, "Thank you for your kind offer. I'd love a taste." His double entendre didn't escape either me or her mother.

As he took a cookie in his hand he continued, "Thank you for your milk offer." Lifting the coffee cup he smiled, "No doubt I'd enjoy drinking your milk sometime in the future if the offer stands. For now coffee will do."

Ashley turned towards me. I could see the edge of an areola as she sweetly asked with a wink, "Dad, are you wanting any milk?"

I was trying to think how to respond when Veronica came to the rescue, "Yes your Dad and I would like milk when you and Katrina have more than what we have in the refrigerator."

Ashley stood back with a smirk and motioned with her head for Katrina to follow her to the foyer and upstairs. They exited with their hips swaying nicely. As they disappeared out of sight we heard them giggling. Veronica offered, "Dave, thank you for not being offended by our daughters."

Dave looked at his watch and laughed, "I need to run. I'm to pick my wife up at her office in fifteen minutes but it'll take me more than twice that to get there." As he stood he took Veronica's hand in his, "Veronica, I wasn't offended by your lovely daughters. Life is to be enjoyed. I'm happy to see that you didn't take their behavior seriously. They're sensuous young women learning how to feel comfortable with their sexuality. Let them have their fun in this safe environment. I hope you agree that it's better for them to have their little fun here than on the streets or at a party and intoxicated. As a society we have so many sexual hang-ups. It's nice to see them comfortable with themselves and with a good self-image. You're doing an excellent job with those two."

Walking him to the door Veronica replied, "Thank you for your kind words."

Moments later as we watched Dave go to his truck Minx and Kitten came down the stairs. Looking through the window as Dave opened the truck door, Katrina said to Veronica, "We told you he's a hunk and has a great ass just like Dad."

Veronica playfully pushed the girls, "You two are very blatant in signaling that you want to jump his bones."

Ashley snorted, "Admit it. You think he's gorgeous too."

Looking at me first and taking my hand before answering she admitted, "Yes he is a gorgeous hunk. I also like how he so easily took your flirting and his attitude toward life. But girls, he's married and therefore off limits. Okay?"

"Okay," the both groaned as they ran back up the stairs.

When the girls walked off I squeezed my lover's hand, "I don't mind you looking at another man."

"I didn't think you would," she smiled as she kissed me. Taking my hand she placed it over the zipper of her jeans. "Don't worry, this pussy is yours."

No sooner had Dave left then Carol pulled into the driveway. As she had come around the curve in the road to our driveway she had seen the red truck with the cut-down tailgate and the fish symbol on the back pulling away. She couldn't see into the cab, but the truck looked familiar to her. By the time she'd reached the door, it was forgotten.

The cleavage show continued for my benefit as we ate some leftovers. I called Grace to see what was up and decided to go to the office for awhile. I left with Kitten and Minx discussing Dave's tight ass, his 'package' and generally rugged look. Veronica walked me to the door, saying that she and Carol would get going on the wedding plans and asked if I had a budget in mind. I replied, "Whatever you think is tasteful and appropriate."

Carol of course noticed the low-cut tops and remarked that they both looked good enough to eat and if she'd the time she'd indulge. Veronica and Carol had no sooner begun their discussion when Veronica's cell rang. It was Karen Goodwin asking if now was a good time to come and begin the camera install. "As long as you don't need my help, it's fine," replied Veronica.

Karen was there within fifteen minutes and after she was greeted at the door by Veronica she walked in carrying a tool bag and another canvas bag full of parts when she saw Carol. "Hi, Karen," called Carol from the living room, rising to greet her. They hugged briefly and exchanged a few pleasantries before Veronica smiled saying, "You two obviously know each other."

Carol replied, "Yes, she's into the lifestyle, single like me, and we've often wound up at the same gatherings. How do you know her?"

Veronica responded, "Small world, she was helping the bed guy yesterday and we talked about cameras in our bedroom. She's here to do that."

"Cash or trade," asked Carol looking at Veronica.

"Cash. Why is she good in bed?"

"Second only to you and me, you ought to give her a try sometime."

"How do you two know each other?" grinned Karen.

"We lived together in college, and have been occasional lovers since," smiled Veronica.

"Whatever happened to your niece, Erin, was it? The last time she was with you she was regularly screwing both her brother and her father. Still doing that?" asked Karen.

"As far as I know. She's in town now, staying with me, while she does some interviews," Carol responded.

"You know we're getting together Saturday at George and Tina's, why don't you come and bring her. I haven't had a good female fuck in a few weeks," said Karen as she headed upstairs.

Veronica stored the conversation for further discussion. After a few hours of discussion it was decided that the ceremony and the reception would be in the large dining room at the Ritz-Carleton in Clayton, that the honeymoon suite for Friday and Saturday night would be the Presidential Suite, and that on Wednesday night Veronica and the girls would move to a smaller suite on the concierge floor. Just before Veronica called and to make reservations Carol suggested booking the Presidential Suite for Thursday as well so as to avoid changing suites on her wedding day. Veronica concurred and made reservations guaranteeing the rooms with her Amex card and made an appointment with the caterer for next Tuesday. The ceremony for the girls would take place at the Jewel Box in Forest Park during the picture taking right after the ceremony. When they returned to the Ritz there would be a receiving line with substantial finger food and an open bar. The ceremony would begin at one and last for about thirty minutes. Veronica thought that Emerson would agree to be the MC and keep things moving during their absence. It was incumbent upon Carol to find the appropriate minister.

Carol and Veronica set aside a few days in the next week to go shop and to take the girls with them.

After Carol left with copious notes, Veronica began surfing the web looking for some wedding night apparel. She happened upon Nipplecharms and called the girls to look at the nipple dangles that were non-piercing. Before they were finished they had purchased a few dozen pair in all colors as well as a dozen pair of lace and pearl thong panties.

Veronica called the shoe store to check with Sharon about tomorrow. "I'll be here at six in the morning to do a reset and for the eight am warehouse delivery, then at noon I can take off four or five hours, but need to come back for the evening and to close. Can you come at noon? I've been thinking about you since Monday," responded Sharon.

"I'll be there at noon. We come back to my house for the afternoon, drink some wine, eat some cheese and.... Sound okay to you?"

"More than okay, I'm getting moist just thinking about it. See you at noon tomorrow, bye Veronica," breathlessly said Sharon.

Twenty-five minutes later Veronica drifted upstairs to see how Karen was doing with the install and was surprised to discover she was almost done. "It's a lot easier with everything being wireless, I just needed to run the slim power cords to the cameras, not any co-ax cable. There's a master switch at the light switch by the door, there are three remotes, you only need one, but each camera came with one. I set them up to all go on simultaneously. Each camera is auto-focus, but you can control them with a blue-tooth equipped PC from the next room if you want. With the PC you'll be able to selectively zoom each camera. I also bought a handheld that you can have available to take whatever you desire with the images going on a flash drive that you can then transfer to any computer. The server I bought will handle eight hours per camera and you can edit the images with included software. I hope this is what you're looking for, and I did keep the cost within the amount we agreed. Give it a try tonight and let me know tomorrow if they're any problems. Enjoy. Are you going to play with the girls?"

"Yes, we will. How did you know to ask?" remarked Veronica.

"I've got a keen sense for sexual attraction and the few glimpses I got of your daughters convinced me that there was more than just normal affection. I'm not condemning, I'm really happy that all of you are so open," grinned Karen.

"Tell me about the lifestyle, I just became aware of Carol's participation recently and don't really know much about it," remarked Veronica.

"I've been involved since my Mom and Dad took me as soon as I was able to attend. It's a blast. It's all about no-strings sex. It's only about sex, about fucking and getting gloriously fucked. You don't have to do anything that your aren't comfortable with. Rule one, no means no. Break that rule and you're out. I realize I'm a little bottom-heavy but my tits fill the normal mouth and my ass gets compliments all the time. In fact I've had many a gentleman ask me to lie on my side while they eat me out saying what a nice pillow my thigh makes. Those who attend the parties I attend are normal people. They come in all body types with most between 30 to 55, some younger and some older. Most are average couples in a solid marriage with kids at home and are out to have a good time."

"I attend frequently. It's become a great sexual outlet for me. I don't need to hang around bars looking for some dubious hook-up. If there's not a party, and I feel the need for satisfaction I just drop my parent's house and one or the other of them will screw my brains out and I reciprocate. As you can tell, I'm not afraid to talk about it, I love the lifestyle and I hate to think where I'd be without it," she paused to take a breath.

"Aren't you worried about STD's from a range of partners?" Veronica asked.

"A bit, but I require a condom before I'll let anybody but Dad fuck me. Some women will do it without a condom for some men, but he is someone that she knows very well and trusts. As I mentioned, in the lifestyle, no means no. In the last few years I don't remember telling any man no because he wanted to go bareback. They've never even asked. If someone did insist, I'd tell them go do it with their wife. I've probably told you more than you ever expected to hear. Ask Erin tomorrow night about the lifestyle and the summer she spent in Australia with her parents and brother."

Veronica paused and with a thoughtful look upon asked, "You said that they're normal people?"

Karen noted, "Most are middle class people from all walks of life. One woman, Tina who is hosting a party in her home with her husband George, is a judge. George owns a small pet-supply chain. I've met doctors, teachers, professors, firefighters, accountants, salesmen. They're normal people who are in the PTA or members of their high school's boaster clubs. Believe it or not, one lady who attends some of the parties is a minister. I love being with her. When her husband fucks me, I'm more than satisfied. Does that answer your question?"

"Thank you, it does."

"I assume you'll give this a test this evening, so if you'll have a check for me in the morning, I'd appreciate it. Unless of course you'd want to take a tumble now," smiled Karen.

"You're enticing, I wouldn't mind finding out how soft your 'pillows' are and grab a bit of your ass, but my fiancé will be home in a few minutes and we've a lot to discuss. Perhaps a rain check?" Veronica smiled.

"Sure. Ask Carol about Tina and George's party, if she goes Saturday. I hope she does as I wouldn't mind munching that red carpet again. If she does go, and if you and your husband are interested, get her to call Tina to see if there's room. I'll drop by tomorrow about ten then. Thanks for the job, and I've enjoyed talking to you."

When I arrived home just before seven-fifteen, the girls were busy studying and Veronica was on the computer. They had all last track of time. With no dinner underway, rather than having sandwiches or calling for pizza I suggested that we all go out to a local Chinese buffet for dinner. An hour and half later driving home Kitten and Minx were all a-twitter about the camera system. The consensus was that a test would be done as soon as we got back.

As we walked in the door "Want to come up and play a bit?" asked Veronica.

"Who?" asked Katrina.

"I was thinking the four of us," smiled Veronica.

"Ooh, what's to decide sis?" said Ashley.

"What should we wear for this play date?" asked Ashley.

"How about garter belts, stockings, three inch heels, no tops and no panties," said Veronica.

"You too, Mom?" asked Katrina.

"You bet," she said "and Scott can't wear anything."

We went upstairs into our bedroom, the girls to theirs, I took off all my clothes and lay back on the Field, my dick pointing to the ceiling. Veronica undressed as well and rummaged around in her lingerie drawer and brought out some items. She fastened a beige garter belt around her waist, pulled on taupe garter stockings, stood to fasten the clasps, walked to the closet and emerged wearing tan pumps and an off-white sheer unbuttoned blouse. "I thought you said nothing on top?" I asked.

"You don't like it?" she said with an exaggerated pout. "I thought that a little cover on top would be very sexy."

"You're right, of course leave it on," I replied.

"I'll tell the girls about the change and see if they want to add the same thing too," said Veronica as she walked across the bedroom with an exaggerated swing of her ass. Near the door I noticed her flicking a little switch just a few inches from the light switch and a tiny green light came on. I assumed that it was the switch for the camera system.

Shortly after Veronica returned to the bedroom and sat on the bed next to me, Kitten entered wearing a sheer green unbuttoned blouse, green garter belt, green stockings and the green high heeled sandals I had photographed her in a week or so ago. She stood in front of us hands on hips, back straight, and slowly turned around. "You approve?" she asked as she looked at me with her hypnotizing brown eyes.

"Oh, I guess so," I teased.

"You guess so? I saw your dick, I mean cock, get harder when I walked in," said Katrina.

Minx then arrived wearing an unbuttoned sheer black blouse, black garter belt, black seamed stockings, and black patent pumps. The seams became quite apparent when she also put her hands on her hips and slowly turned around. "What do you think Dad?" she asked.

"All three of you look good enough to eat," I said.

"Then let's play lick the slit," said Minx. "How does that sound?"

"Yummy," said Katrina.

"Sounds like an interesting game sweetheart. How do we play this game, any rules?" I asked.

"Just a few," said Kitten. "Minx and I will lie on the bed and you and Mom will lick our pussies until one of us cums. First one to cum gets to give you a blow job and second place gets to lick Mom. You can use fingers as well as your tongue and teeth, but be gentle we're young maidens you know."

"Vixens," I said.

"What a great idea, no one loses and I guess the only choice is what's the pairing?" Veronica smiled.

"Well, I'll take Dad and Minx will take you. Dad has never eaten me, you have," said Katrina.

"No fair," said Minx. "He hasn't eaten me yet either."

"OK. I'll tell you what, Kitten you start with Scott, then we'll switch for a second round."

"Now that I like," said Ashley.

During the whole ground rules Veronica kept her hand wrapped around my dick. I was so hard that if I ran into a wall I probably could have punched a hole in it.

I got up and Minx and Kitten spread out on the bed, heads on pillows.

"Kitten, turn over on your stomach and get on your elbows and knees for me." I asked.

I got on the bed behind her, pushed her legs apart slightly and began to lick her ass cleft pausing at her asshole and gently licking and pushing my tongue against it. I was also running my finger tips along the back of her thighs from the stocking top to her bare ass. I moved down a bit and began to part her lips with my tongue while continuing to caress her thighs and ass. Katrina was wriggling and moaning the whole time. I leaned forward and moved my hands to her breasts and began to caress them through her blouse, then under her blouse on the bare skin. Her nipples were like rocks. As I was leaning over her back my dick was between her legs and she put her hand against it and pushed it into her very wet slit between her labia lips. She then began to move back and forth with an increase in frequency of sighs and moans.