To Save Her Daddy's Life Ch. 03

She raised her head to look at him briefly. "Please come in my mouth darling."

The warmth, the softness, the dampness of her mouth was ecstatic and then almost harshly Bridget pushed down. Angel felt his knob push down her throat and then he wasn't aware of anything other than the exquisite pleasure as Bridget sucked and moved her head up and down.

Her fingers had almost brought him to orgasm and quickly, ever so quickly Angel felt his stomach and buttocks tighten and his semen shoot through his cock, through his knob and into Bridget's throat.

Bridget snuggled into his shoulder.

"Angel darling."

"Yes."

" I think my mouth did count as the final step for me."

"I think it was for me too."

"You have a phone call to make."

Angel wasn't quite sure what to say to Jim and was a bit nervous.

"Yes," barked Jim into the phone.

"Ah Jim ah . . Bridget and I have decided we want to spend some more time together. Just the two of us."

Angel was embarrassed at how soon they had made the phone call.

"That's great. What took you so long?"

Bridget saved him by taking the phone and chattering away. Angel didn't listen, but heard her final words, "And I love you so much too darling."

She passed the phone to Angel. "Vicki wants a word."

"Hello darling, I hope you have been nice to Bridget."

"Not as nice as she has to me."

"I'm sure you have been lovely to her. I love you Angel."

And with that the phone went dead. Angel thought the conversation was a little short, but didn't know what else he would have said.

They talked and laughed. Angel stroked Bridget's long throat, her breasts and her belly. Bridget stroked Angel's soft penis. Her delicate touch soon had its effect.

"Darling," said Bridget. "You remember that rule about no erections on display?"

"Yes."

"You're breaking it. Either we could hide this monster under the flannel again, or"

"Or what?"

"We could hide it in my my vagina."

"Mmmm. That's a tough choice. Under the flannel or in your vagina? Let me think for a bit"

Bridget didn't need to think for a bit however. She raised her knees for Angel's rampant erection to slide easily into her sodden vagina. His balls were almost bursting from the excitement of her fingers.

But somehow he controlled himself.

Somehow he was able to concentrate on Bridget's G spot and bringing her to another groaning orgasm before he plunged his cock in deeply. Deep enough to push into Bridget's cervix as his semen surged through his cock, surged through his knob and into Bridget's intimate depths.

Next morning they went downstairs. The new day was beautifully fine and they decided to have a picnic brunch beside the river.

Hand in hand Bridget and Angel walked through the forest. At times they chatted, at other times they didn't feel the need to say anything as they luxuriated in the pleasure of each other's presence.

They found a secluded spot in the shade on the river bank and laid down their blanket. They ate every last crumb of their food.

Afterwards Bridget lay on her back. Angel put his head on her skirt over her lap and went to sleep in the balmy summer heat.

Bridget lay awake for a little while, thinking. She smiled, lightly stroked Angel's face for some time before going to sleep herself as the crickets chirped and the occasional fish leaped out of the water chasing an insect.

Angel woke first. He didn't realize where he was initially, but then looked up at Bridget's face. Carefully, so as not to disturb her, he shifted so that he sat beside her head, looking down at those features he had come to adore.

The top buttons of Bridget's blouse were undone and he was able to put his hand inside and rest it on her breast without waking her.

When Bridget woke, the first sight she saw was Angel looking down at her, the first thing she felt was his hand on her breast. She reached her hand up to his face.

"Hello darling Angel."

His heart almost overflowed.

Idly, in no hurry at all, he undid all the buttons on Bridget's blouse while she kept looking up at him with that adoring smile, her hands behind her head.

When those beautiful breasts were open to his gaze he slowly traced his fingers over Bridget's upper body. Her throat, her collar bones, her shoulders, her flat, strong stomach, her navel, her beautiful, welcoming pink aureoles. All the time Bridget kept her hands behind her head, saying nothing, just smiling at him.

Bridget lifted her haunches when he undid her skirt and lowered her knickers.

Angel continued his loving gentle, tantalizing exploration. Her thighs, the crease between her thighs and abdomen, the soft flesh between her pussy and thighs, her pubic mound, her outer labia.

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Bridget lay in happiness at the gentleness of his adoration, at the lovingness of his touch, at the eroticism of his fingers, at their unspoken intimacy.

Finally Bridget could take it no more and unbuckled Angel's belt.

Naked, they lay facing each other on the blanket.

Bridget's legs were high around Angel's waist. She had the olive oil which they had packed for the brunch and carefully oiled his penis.

Angel's rigid cock entered Bridget's rectum excruciatingly slowly, with a gentleness as if she was fragile porcelain. When he was was finally deep inside her bowel they lay for a few minutes, hardly moving, except for Bridget squeezing her sphincter muscle over Angel's cock. They looked into each other's face, their lips just touching and stroking each other's cheeks and hair.

The urge took over Bridget first. She started to move her buttocks up and down Angel's erection. Angel started his gentle rhythm.

Bridget pushed her buttocks to take him deeper, to feel the pleasure of his erection against her smooth rectum walls, to feel the pleasure as the sensations passed through the thin membrane to her vagina.

Angel watched Bridget's face as the ecstasy swamped her, as her orgasm consumed her in shuddering surges through her vagina, through her womb, through to the inner recesses of her bowel. He finally plunged deeply into her rectum as his own orgasm burst from his loins.

Bridget's mobile phone disturbed the peace. She chatted away, but Angel didn't listen. Then she turned to him.

"Pierre's lent Jim a helicopter. Jim's going camping in a valley with Vicki and wants to know whether we would like to come."

Angel was in two minds. The valley sounded great. But he knew it would involve seeing Jim with Vicki.

But he knew he had to confront this issue sometime.

"Sounds great."

Bridget then received instructions on what to pack. Two hours later Jim landed the helicopter on the court yard. As he landed Bridget held Angel tightly. She also had to be comfortable being intimate with Angel in front of Jim. When Jim got out Bridget rushed over to him. She held him and kissed him and they whispered in each other's ear. Then she returned to Angel, kissed him and said, "Let's get this stuff on board. "

"I've dropped Vicki off to set up camp," said Jim. They packed the provisions and took off. Bridget held Angel's hand so hard it almost hurt. He knew she was still fighting her emotional battles.

The valley could only be reached by helicopter or after a week's hike through almost impossible terrain. Mountains towered on either side and forests came right down to the river which wound through. There was one clearing big enough for the helicopter to land. Angel could see where Vicki had pitched two tents, about 50 meters apart on the river bank. She was standing in the clearing waving to them.

When they landed Vicki rushed to Angel.

"Hello my darling, it's so wonderful that you are going to be here." A passionate kiss, a hip thrusting embrace, then Bridget received the same treatment.

Vicki had some tea prepared and the four sat on a rug talking about what they would do over the next few days they were in the river valley. Vicki was sitting beside Angel and kept a hand on his the whole time.

Then Angel and Vicki went for a walk along the river bank, still holding hands and talking about many things, but not what had happened the previous night. They turned to come back and Angel saw Jim and Bridget in a fond embrace.

He looked at Vicki. How he loved her!

A wave of happiness flowed over him and he hugged her and kissed her and told her how much he loved her. Vicki looked at him with that adoring gaze and felt his happiness and was glad.

It was late afternoon, but the sun was still hot. Bridget and Vicki decided they wanted to have a swim in one of the pools in the river. Jim said he wanted to go fishing and Angel went with him. As they left he saw the women, naked and holding hands and walking to the pool.

Angel had been fishing with Jim a number of times in the river below the farmhouse. Jim took it extremely seriously, had the best gear from the local sports shop and never caught anything.

"Doesn't it worry you that you never catch anything?" Angel had asked.

"Fishing is about a state of mind, not results."

The two men strolled along the bank. Jim talked about the fish he had nearly caught. They were completely relaxed with each other and more and more Angel realized how much he liked and admired Jim.

It was Jim's laid back attitude which created the stress free atmosphere at the farm house. It was Jim who had the absolute priority of helping his women to be fulfilled as people and sexually. It was Jim who was a role model for him with women and indeed for his approach to life.

It was Jim who had his own paradise and was prepared to invite him in.

They cast their lines into some stretches of the river that Jim said looked 'promising', but didn't get as much as a bite. Angel looked at Jim's contented face and suspected he might give up fishing if he ever caught anything.

When they returned Vicki and Bridget were sitting on the blanket, still naked. Angel had seen Vicki naked dozens of times by now. Sometimes as she casually strolled around their apartment, sometimes as she flaunted herself as his sex goddess.

And he was starting to become familiar with Bridget's exquisite and erotic nudity.

But the sight of the two women together was a new experience. The contrast of the blond and brown hair, the contrast of pink and brown aureoles. Vicki had her arm around Bridget's shoulder, Bridget's arm was casually lying on Vicki's slightly parted leg..

They were not flaunting themselves, but were making no effort to conceal themselves either. Together they were a sight of unimagined beauty and seemingly innocent eroticism as they welcomed their men with friendly smiles.

Appearing to be nonchalant, but in truth far from it, Angel opened some wine and when he took two glasses over to the women he could detect that musky erotic odor of their sexual juices.

"Did you catch any fish, darling?" Bridget asked.

"Not this time, but I think I am starting to work it out," said Jim.

"I hope so Daddy. I've been reading that book on how to cook fish for two years now."

And so the banter, the conversation, the laughter and giggles went on. Angel relaxed, soaking up the atmosphere of love and affection and sensuality. He did not stare at Vicki and Bridget, but often glanced at them and sometimes caught Vicki's eye. She smiled and blew him a kiss.

"What a privilege," he thought. "These wonderful people have had their paradise here for years and they have invited me to join them."

The sun went down, the women became cold and dressed and Jim and Angel prepared the barbecue. The conversation was just as bouncy and humorous as at the farmhouse, the laughter as frequent. The only difference was that affectionate touches and kisses were random between men and women, between woman and woman. But not between Jim and Angel

When Angel went to get a jersey from the tent where he was sleeping he noticed that Bridget's suitcase was there.

After dinner Angel and Vicki walked to the river. Vicki sat on his lap and put an arm around his neck.

"You didn't take long to decide that it was OK to bonk Bridget last night!" She poked a finger hard into his chest.

"And how long before you and Jim decided?"

"Ages and ages. I was in agony it took so long. At least half a minute."

"Seriously Angel, are you still alright with this? If you want to, we can leave right now."

Angel nuzzled into her neck.

"Why would I want to leave paradise?"

"Do you really see it like that?"

"I have two most wonderful women, I have the joy of their happiness together."

"But what about Daddy and me?"

"It's strange, but when I was sitting on the rug before, with you and Bridget naked, I realized that I was so lucky to be here. The three of you had something so special, and you've invited me to join you."

"We feel we are winners too. I have my gorgeous Angel," she thrust a tongue in his ear. "Bridget loves you and thinks you are a marvelously strong and sensitive lover."

"And Jim?"

"Unless Daddy really liked you he would never have invited you. He was risking a lot. His relationship with me, his relationship with Bridget. He wouldn't have done that unless he liked you, loved you. Platonically of course," she added laughing.

"You're not a free-loader to our group; we all think you add to it and make it even better."

They lay on the grass and kissed and fooled around and laughed and went back to the camp. Jim was sitting in a camp chair reading and Vicki settled on the ground between his knees. Bridget and Angel played cards.

Angel couldn't help but notice Jim's left hand drift down to Vicki's breast. He couldn't help but notice that she took his hand and kissed it then placed it back on her blouse over her breast. Bridget saw him watching and stroked his hand.

"How are you feeling about that Angel?"

"Look how happy Vicki is."

Half an hour later Bridget said she was tired and took Angel's hand. They went over to Vicki and Jim to say goodnight. Jim's hand stayed on Vicki's breast, but Vicki still tenderly kissed Angel goodnight.

In their tent Bridget lay down on the double sleeping bag. "Angel, I want to feel you inside me for as long as possible tonight, please sweetheart."

So they lay facing each other with his erection deep and motionless inside her vagina. Occasionally Bridget squeezed her vaginal muscles but eventually they went to sleep, joined by their arms around each other and by Angel's rigid cock.

The next morning Bridget seemed to be over her idea of sex without movement and panted and moaned when she knelt on the tent floor as Angel entered her from behind.

Angel didn't know who had decided or how it was decided, but Vicki's belongings were shifted to his tent that day.

That evening Angel's and Vicki's love making was truly that: making love. They each other's bodies, they whispered their endearments of loving each other forever, they laughed and giggled and fondled and brought each other to orgasms.

Vicki slept all night in Angel's bear like hug.

The next morning Angel was almost completely over his misgivings. He and Vicki seemed to love each other more than ever.

Bridget came and kissed him lingeringly and passionately when she arose and right in front of Jim. When Vicki was just as passionate with her father, Angel felt a surge of affection for her and almost guilty that he had previously resented Jim's touching her.

Over the next days sexual partners were exchanged without discussion and without dissent. They followed the pattern set from the start of two days or so and then change. But the affectionate embraces, some not too intimate touching and stroking was indiscriminate and usually depended on who was closest. Except between Jim and Angel.

On the fourth morning after breakfast Vicki and Bridget whispered together then faced the men.

"OK, piss off you two," said Vicki.

"Take a hike," said Bridget. My darling Vicki and I have had enough of men with their stubbly beards and their cocks. We want some time together."

So Jim and Angel spent the day climbing a nearby peak.

But in the evening the women seemed to have recovered their interest in men.

The next day they returned to Blizzard Airlines. Pierre gave Jim his profit share check which made his eyes blink. Pierre also said that he wanted to spend more time on his other business interests and that Bridget was now CEO of Blizzard Airlines, in charge of everything and everyone including Jim.

Jim sat with his head in his hands.

Bridget said that Blizzard Airlines needed good pilots. When Vicki graduated from university she could join them provided she had two more months training with Jim.

Vicki was happy in one way; she loved flying, but was not happy to have Jim as her instructor as he was so strict.

"Bridget, couldn't that hunky Alaine finish my training?"

"Executive decisions can't be questioned."

Both Vicki and Jim sat with their heads in their hands

A MONTH LATER

Angel had completed his round of job interviews.

"The pay in London is 50% more and within three years I could be earing a fortune.

But I spoke to the staff. They work 60-70 hours a week and are lucky if they take a week's vacation.

"Pierre's friend Jean said that if staff worked more than 50 hours a week, less in most circumstance, and if they didn't take all their vacations they didn't fit into the culture of the firm. But, its a great firm and I would get tremendous experience.

"And there are some fringe benefits in living here." He looked at Bridget.

Jim pulled out some building plans. "With my profit share I can convert the barn into a cottage where a couple could live and have some privacy away from the boring Old Timers.

"From Bridget and one boring Old Timer," corrected Vicki.

The decision for Angel was a no-brainer. Vicki completed her pilot's training and Jim somehow survived with Bridget in charge. Adam and Jane were thrilled that Angel would be living with them.

SIX MONTHS LATER

Vicki and Angel married. After the wedding Jim and Bridget took them to the airport for their honeymoon flight to Bali.

As they were about to go through customs Angel handed Jim an envelope. "I almost forgot. Here's our present for you."

It was two tickets to Bali for a week later.

TEN DAYS LATER

Bridget and Jim were sitting on the sand on Kuta beach watching the sunset.

"Do you think we should try it? You might be passed it soon," said Jim as he stared into the golden sunset.

"Me passed it? You're 10 years older than me. Passed what?"

"Child bearing age."

Bridget's heart swelled with emotion, but Jim wasn't going to be let off easily.

"I have thought about it Jim, but decided you were far too old."

"Mmmm. You're probably right. But perhaps we could give it a shot to see if I can."

"I guess so, but my hopes aren't high."

But a minute later she affectionately rubbed his penis through his shorts.

"Why are you so silly, so often?" she sighed. "But, I suppose that's one of the reasons I love you so much."

Back at the hotel suite Bridget took charge.

"Now, Angel, make the most of me for these next three days. I'm going to be out of bounds to you when we get back to France.

"And Vicki, the same goes for you with your father."

"Bridget, that's not fair," protested Vicki. "How long are these arrangements going to last for?"

"Until I get pregnant."

Vicki shrieked with delight and hugged Bridget, then eyed her father sternly.

"Aren't you worried that he might be passed it?"

But their fears were unfounded. Perhaps it was because Bridget studied her cycles carefully, perhaps it was the broccoli which Vicki forced on her father daily. Jim hated broccoli

Little Pierre was born 10 months after they returned from Bali.