Any Chance We Could Ch. 45

"Of course, call anytime," I replied looking into her eyes at a red light. While we'd been talking in the last half minute her hands had been climbing up my arm. Now that the decision had been made she was clearly feeling freer and playful.

When I pulled to a stop at the dealership she lightly pulled me to her and kissed my cheek. "Thank you," she whispered with a little tear causing her eye to sparkle. With that she was quickly out of the car and seemed to have a spring in her step as she walked towards the dealership entry.

On the drive back home I mused about Jeanine's proposition and felt sure that Veronica would join us. My cell rang. Since I saw it was Hazel I pulled into the strip shops that housed Dave's office. "Hi, sweetheart. How are ya?" I asked as I looked in vain for Dave's truck. "I hate to bother you, but two things really. I feel badly about turning down your offer of ... shall we say hospitality last week. It wasn't one of my better days. And second, I have a question that probably you could answer better than Veronica," she asked with a touch of concern in her voice.

"First, don't be concerned about last week and second what's the question?"

"Tuesday Emerson was out running some errands and I grabbed what I thought was my laptop but it was his. I couldn't remember a web address so I was looking in the history and then realized that I was looking at his history. Out of curiosity I began clicking on some of his stored web addresses and found several dealing with 'hot wives', and 'lifestyle' or 'swinging'. Do you think he's just curious, or do you think he's contemplating doing something behind my back? From a male perspective, I mean," she asked.

"Have you asked him about it?" I asked.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I may be afraid of the answer. Help me, Scott. What do you think?" she pled.

"Hazel I've never known a man other than myself more in love with his woman than Emerson is of you. He's not looking to do something behind your back. I suspect he has some fantasies and desires that are along the line of what he's been reading. I'll bet he's looking for ways to convince you to do something with him. I can't help too much with the 'hot wife' topic, but if you want a thorough discussion about the lifestyle ask Carol," I replied.

"I know you've shared your bed with other women, Veronica's said so. She's also said she thoroughly enjoys it as do you, but you haven't shared Veronica with other men have you?" asked Hazel.

"Well, ... . If you want that answer I'll be glad to tell you face to face but not over a cell phone. Want me to come by? I'm about fifteen minutes away headed home but I'll be happy to detour," I replied.

"Yes, please, I'd like that. See you soon, bye Scott," and she disconnected.

As I was driving toward her house I thought,Emerson you devil, you're working on a plan to get her to open up. Good man.

##

Emerson followed his daughter and Gwen followed them to their condo. When all three parked in the garage, Emerson asked, "I thought we were going out to lunch?"

Kim sweetly replied, "We are, you're 'out' but Gwen and I are going to fix lunch here, everything's ready in the fridge, we just need to pop some of it in the oven. I hope you don't mind."

As they waited for the elevator up to the foyer both women had an arm around Emerson's waist.

Kim kept hold of his hand as they walked to their unit, and Gwen opened the door. As soon as the door closed Kim embraced her father and gave him a tongue-sharing kiss. When she broke the kiss, she sighed and said, "Thanks for being my Dad."

As Kim was taking off her jacket Gwen similarly embraced and kissed him and said, "Thanks for understanding our relationship, I do love you. Sit please, on the couch, Kim and I'll be right back."

Emerson heard them moving things around in the kitchen and when Gwen came out to set the table she was topless wearing just her tight pants and heels. Her large areola appeared to be prominent because the skin tone of her breasts was so light. "Like what you see. It's a preview of dessert; your daughter has the other half." Just then Kim came out of the kitchen carrying a bottle of wine. She too was topless and looked to have hiked her skirt up a bit, her stocking tops were now below the hem of her skirt. Gwen walked over to Emerson, bent to lightly kiss him and put her hand around is erect cock. "Yes he is, sweetheart, very much."

"Is Mom still anti-fucking?" asked Kim around a forkful of salad. "Pussy wise, that is."

Looking up from the breasts on his left and across from him Emerson kind of choked and replied, "Yeah, but not mouth wise. In fact your mother has finally deigned to give me a credible blow job," he grinned.

"Good, we've been practicing with a dildo, and think we'd like to see how well we've learned on the real thing. Wanna let us try?" smiled Kim reaching for his hand. "Like what you see?" she asked as they both straightened their backs to push their boobs out.

"Oh, God. Could you have any doubt about how you both arouse me?" Emerson asked. "When did you both become interested in males?"

"A girl can be bi can't she? We were bedded by one, a couple of times, and decided that we like it, almost as much as tongues, toys and fingers," smiled Gwen.

"Who," Emerson blurted out before he could bite his tongue. "Sorry, I shouldn't ask," he said apologetically.

"We don't mind telling you, in fact you know him quite well. He's a fantastic lover and we'll fuck him again, won't we dear?" smiled Kim at her lover.

"Yep, a real cock is a treat from an experienced lover," smiled Gwen.

"Scott," smiled Kim.

"Oh yes, now I remember you telling me. Scott, my oldest friend and business partner," replied Emerson .

"The one and only. We've spent some time with Veronica and their daughters as well. What an erotic family. As soon as Mom decides she's ready, she should have him as her first extra-marital lover. You'd enjoy Veronica as well, I can guarantee that!" emphasized Kim.

"After last night I suspect she'll also enjoy the delights Veronica and the girls have to offer," Gwen quipped with a wink.

Lunch was delicious but perhaps more delicious was the sexual banter that the three enjoyed. As the she cleared the dishes, Kim announced, "Dessert will be served in the bedroom. Go sit on our bed, we'll be in shortly."

Being self conscious Emerson turned to hide his bulge as he stood. Kim and Gwen traded knowing glances and smiles as he turned away further and headed down the hall.

"Okay, we've tortured him enough, let's go," smiled Gwen after dawdling in the kitchen for ten minutes.

Emerson heard the click, click of two pair of heels coming down the hall and excited with anticipation his cock got even harder.

The two ladies entered the bedroom and paused for a moment to look at him. Kim said wide-eyed, "My, my. My Father's on my bed. I wonder what he wants?"

"Probably what most men want when they see two bare breasted females together," grinned Gwen as she embraced Kim and began to give her a tongue-lashing kiss while mashing their breasts together. As the kiss continued they lovingly caressed each other's back before they began caressing, squeezing and pinching each others nipples. Again Gwen slid her hand down Kim's back where she proceeded to pull her lover's skirt up and began fondling her ass while Kim cooed quietly and kept loving her tits.

As they broke the kiss they noticed that Emerson's pants were tented. "Oh, my," said Gwen, "I think Daddy needs to get his cock out before it breaks off."

With lustful eyes they both approached Emerson. Gwen pushed his shoulder and he fell back on the bed with his legs dangling off the side. Immediately she began unbuttoning his shirt as Kim with similar eagerness unbuckled his belt and pulled his zipper down. As Kim pulled his trousers down she also tugged his boxers with them. He lifted his butt to make it easier.

Gwen pulled his shirt off as Kim took off his shoes and socks and finished taking his pants off.

"Daddy's got as nice body doesn't he lover? Kim asked.

"Mmmm. Nice cock too," grinned Gwen wrapping her hand around him.

As Gwen lightly stroked him, Kim took off her skirt and thumbed down her g-string. "Roll to your side," instructed Kim.

Kim went around to the other side of the bed while Gwen stepped out of her heels and shimmied her pants down and off revealing that she was also wearing garter stockings. After shedding her g-string she stepped back into her heels. Gwen asked, "Ready for dessert?" she asked as she climbed on the bed behind him, and lay on her side perpendicular to him. Her pussy was just at the top of his head. She lifted her top leg, opening up her pussy and said as she lifted his head with one hand, scooted under it and lowered it on her thigh above her stocking tops, "It's served, you sexy man."

As Emerson shifted his position a bit and tentatively stuck out his tongue he licked Gwen from her asshole to just below her clit. "Ooh, this is going to be good," she sighed. "Nothing is off limits to you Daddy. You can suck, lick, touch, tongue fuck my cunt and my asshole. Put your hand up here and play with my tits, stick a finger in my drenched pussy, anything you want."

As Emerson was beginning to explore Gwen's pussy he felt his cock being engulfed by a warm, wet mouth. Kim began laving the underside of his cock. "Suck Daddy, make him come," softly said Gwen.

With his seemingly untalented tongue, he was giving Gwen a continuous series of mini-orgasms outwardly evidenced by her twitching stomach muscles and her contented moans. He settled on sucking her clit with an occasional light bite then stuck one finger her pussy. He'd read somewhere during his internet searches about the 'g-spot' so he curled his finger and happened upon Gwen's. She began bucking and saying, "That's it, don't stop, don't stop."

As Gwen screamed her orgasm, Emerson's focus shifted to his cock as his daughter bobbed her head. He felt his balls beginning to boil and he said, "Now, Kim" and he tried to pull back so he wouldn't come in her mouth. Kim would have none of that and tightly wrapped her hand around his cock and sealed her lips just below the crown. She could feel the coursing of his load through her hand and that was almost as erotic as her getting her mouth filled.

Emerson sighed as he came and Gwen pulled his face to her pussy and locked his head in place with her thighs. As he struggled to catch his breath she thoughtfully released his head. "Well, you certainly know how to eat pussy. Did Mommy teach you that or did Kim?" she purred.

"Hazel," he gasped, "I haven't had the pleasure with Kim yet."

"How about now Daddy? Come on Kim, enjoy his tongue on your cunt and asshole."

The women changed positions and Gwen began laving and sucking Emerson's cock to get him hard. It only took about ten minutes, probably due as much to him eating his daughter as Gwen's efforts. When he was hard again, Gwen turned his hip so he was on his back not his side. Kim pulled her leg from under his head, then straddled his face and lowered her dripping pussy to his face. As he was enjoying himself in his daughter's crotch, he felt a cool breeze on his cock, then it seemed as if Gwen's knees were at his hips and he felt her hand wrapped around him. He had the unmistaken feeling of her pussy swallowing him. God how tight and wet she felt. He was in no mood to argue the point and relaxed and enjoyed the gentle fuck as he ate his daughter.

"Oh, Daddy, you feel so nice. We need to do this more often. I like bi better with a cock in me. Come in me Daddy, come in me, yes you can do it, fill my pussy, fill it up. You gave Kim a mouthful, now give me a pussy full." After about ten minutes of a vigorous and relentless workout Emerson obliged her. As he calmed down with both girls drifting off to sleep on each side of him Emerson felt a heavy dose of guilt. Until today he had never been with any woman since he married Hazel, and though he loved fucking her, or more accurately, her fucking him, he knew Hazel had not given him such freedom. He inhaled deeply knowing he had to talk to his wife about this and other things. He tenderly kissed each as he gathered his clothes and left for the tailor.

##

I pulled into the Jacobson's driveway and after stopping the car I called Veronica to tell her where I was. She told me to enjoy myself and let her know what Hazel wanted, if it was okay with Hazel. "Be home for dinner?" she asked.

"Expect so, don't know why not. It's only two thirty. Love you, see you soon."

Hazel must have heard me come in the driveway, she opened it a split second after my finger touched the doorbell. "Does Veronica know you're here?" she asked as she gestured me in.

"Yes, I just called her," I smiled.

"Amazing, no secrets. You guys share everything, don't you?" she asked putting her arm around my waist and directing me to the living room.

"Pretty much share everything, women especially." I turned to face her, put my hands on her lovely hips, pulled her toward me and began to kiss her. Her mouth opened and our tongues entangled, after a few minutes we broke, and Hazel was gasping. "We'd like to share you, both of us, and Veronica would love to fuck your husband silly," I said as I continued pulling her back into my embrace. As she mashed her breasts against my chest, I whispered in her ear, "Just the minute you're ready."

"I'm getting close. I still can't get myself to say yes, but ooh, you'll be the second one to know when I do," she said as she turned her face toward me and sought out my lips for another breath-taking kiss.

"Right after Emerson, I presume?" I asked after breaking the second kiss. I was surprised I even remembered what we'd been talking about.

"Yeah, after Emerson. We've got to stop this, or he's going to be the second," nervously laughed Hazel. "Have you shared Veronica with another man, and what was it like?"

"Yes, more than once but with the same man, boy. It was hugely erotic watching her getting fucked. The first time was while I was with another woman in the same bed. Afterwards I felt I didn't give her my best because I was distracted. But I've learned to focus on my lover and just occasionally watch Veronica enjoy herself," I explained.

"Man-boy. What do you mean?" she asked sitting down and pulling my hand to direct me to sit next to her.

"The only recent male lover she's had has been Cheryl's eighteen year old son, Max," I smiled.

"Really, is he any good? He's so young. I do remember dancing with him. He kept that hard tool of his against my thigh while we danced. So he knows how to use it?"

"Yeah, Veronica keeps inviting him back. He gets a lot of practice at home too," I grinned.

"With?"

"Since I trust you both not to repeat this, with his mother and his sister."

"No kidding, another incestuous relationship. I never would have guessed," she replied wide-eyed.

"I guess the root of these questions is the web sites Emerson's been looking at. What do you want from me? From a male perspective, that is," I asked.

"Why do you think he's doing it?" she asked with a concerned look.

"I think they're reflective of some of his deepest desires and I suspect he's looking for ways to communicate to you some of those desires. If he felt what he wanted to share but fearing rejection I suspect that if he starts to say something it'll be something minor at first. If there is no rejection he'll open up further. As rejection will only close off him opening up you'll need to be prepared to listen without judgment. Listening without rejecting something he says is not the same as agreeing to do anything other than listen and talk in a non-judgmental fashion. As you talk about a particular interest he may realize that he's not willing step beyond fantasy. Do you understand?" I smiled.

"And I could find myself willing to give something a try."

"Hazel I don't think he's looking to do anything behind your back. I'm confident that he'd never cheat on you or intentionally hurt you. He loves you too much. You're a stunningly beautiful woman so why would he look for someone else? I think he wants you to expand your sexual horizons, far beyond last Sunday afternoon. Don't feel threatened. Ask him when he gets home. Again, don't judge his answers, enjoy the love he feels for you."

"Don't you get jealous when Veronica is getting fucked by another man? Don't you feel that your relationship's threatened?" Hazel asked.

"Not in the least, our lovemaking has become more erotic and satisfying than it ever has been. Veronica and I are soul mates and no one will come between us, especially because of sex. There is a difference between having sex for fun and making love to the one you are committed to for life. I understand that you're both going to see Evie tomorrow. Ask her for a female perspective. Better yet call Veronica before you go and get her opinion as well," I concluded. "Feel any better?"

"Yes, but I'd feel a lot better if you'd hold me and touch me for a few minutes," she said as she turned and with her side on my thighs and her arms around my neck she began another soul searching kiss. I was emboldened and put my free hand on her thigh, then moved to the inside of her thigh and slowly caressed her leg with my finger tips. She continued the kiss so I moved over her stocking welt to the bare thigh above as she slowly moved her legs apart. She kind of shivered and moaned through our kiss. Her one hand moved to cover my hand and moved it all the way up her thigh and pressed my palm against her pussy. She moaned into my mouth. She began pushing back. Feeling further encouraged I put my fingers under the edge of her g-string and began moving them in her slit.

"Ooh, God, Scott, put a finger in me," she cooed temporarily breaking our kiss.

I did and she had an orgasm. After her breathing returned to normal, she asked "Are you going to tell Emerson?"

"No, you are," I smiled.

"You don't think he'll be mad?"

"Nope, I think he'll be happy that you're sexually relaxing a bit," I honestly replied.

"Ohhh God, I hope so. That felt soo good. I wonder if it'll feel as good if he's in the room the next time it happens?" she asked.

"We'll, you'll have to find out sometime. I know Veronica and I'll be eager participants if you want," I said lightly kissing her. "Anything else?"

"No, I guess not, at least not now," she replied coquettishly looking at me from under her eyebrows. "Are you going to tell Veronica?"

"Of course, so are you," I said standing and offering her my hand. As we stood I turned her back to me and encircled her with my arms, grasping a breast in each hand. "I can close my eyes and see these uncovered, that's why my cock is pressing into your ass" I said as I nibbled her ear.

"Veronica's right, you're quite the lover and you will be the second to know," she laughed. "Now get home before I lose all resolve, pull that magnificent cock out of your pants and give you a blowjob."

"Hazel! I didn't think you did that," I replied.

"Hell yes! Hasn't been too long, but I do. Ask my husband. I enjoy it. Forty-five years old and just giving blow jobs. Ain't that the pits?" she wryly said.

"No, at least it's not ever," I laughed.

I took her face in both hands and kissed her one more time. She pushed her crotch against me and asked, "See you at the club Friday?"

"Of course." When I got in the car I noticed it was three thirty. All that passion expended in an hour.Emerson's in for some good lovin' tonight,I smiled as I turned around and headed for home.

Arriving home I noticed that the Styrofoam walls for the garage were already up.They really do go up quicklyI thought. When I walked in the door Veronica was on her cell phone as she walked over and kissed me. She mouthed, "Hazel" and walked back into the dining room with the phone to her ear.