My New Family Pt. 02 - Helping out

"It was amazing, but it's hard to believe all that time under the hood was only 15 minutes. It seemed to last for hours. You two did an amazing job."

Anne asked Honey to clear up the table so we could go finish some business upstairs. I pulled out Anne's chair and bent down and slid my left arm under her thighs. She wrapped her arms around my neck as I put my right arm behind her back and I carried her up to our room.

As I was laying her on our bed I whispered in her ear, "May I tie you?" "Mmm-hmm," she purred "and hurry; I want it so bad after the excitement of this afternoon."

I laid her across the bed with her feet dangling off the side of the bed facing the bathroom. I walked to the other side of the bed and pulled up the looped rope we keep hidden behind the mattress. I took her right wrist and secured it. Then at the foot of the bed I pulled up the rope that is attached to the leg of the bed and tied her left wrist. Her arms were at 45 degree angles so at the moment she is a big Y.

At the other side of the bed, I tried to tie her legs, but her pencil skirt was blocking the way. I reached behind her waist and unzipped it. Then I pulled it up over her hips so her legs would move. I was happy to see I wasn't going to have to deal with panties. So I knelt down and removed her stilettos and slipped each foot into a loop and pulled them apart (I left the ropes at floor level on this side of the bed so I could keep her pussy near the edge). Now she was a giant X folded over the edge of the bed.

I left the room for a moment to fetch the ostrich feather from her office. When I returned, I closed and locked the door and removed my warm up suit; I was naked like a slave, but although she is dressed like a mistress, she's the one in bondage and about to be tortured.

I started the tickling at her feet; tickling through the stockings right at the tops of her toes and up and down her instep. Her reflexes caused her toes to curl and her legs to test the range of her bonds as she tried to resist the stimulus. I continued tickling her until she got used to the sensation then I moved up the inside and down the outside of her calves. I did a few turns of tickling on her inner thighs and noticed the glistening of her pussy juice starting to ooze from her lips. This might be a good time to stop for a few minutes.

I put down the feather and crawled up onto the bed to unbutton her blouse. My cock brushed her pubic hair and she arched up trying to meet it. I loved the feeling of her bush brushing my stiff cock right at its tip. Before I could unbutton her, I had to unbunch the blouse from where her skirt pushed it up. As I unbuttoned her, I opened the blouse as far as it would go finally exposing her from her shoulders to her waist. Again, no undies, so I could see her erect nipples standing firm in the cool air of our room.

I grabbed the plume and resumed my tickle torture. Lying across the bed on my left side, I brushed the feather lightly on her neck just below her right ear. I traced her jawline down to her chin and back to her ear. When I got to her ear, she flinched and said, "Oh! Stop, please. I can't take this I just need a good fucking, please!"

"I don't think you're quite ready yet. And besides we haven't got to your 15 minutes yet. Heh heh heh." I did relent from putting the feather in her ear, but I wasn't done tickling. There was still a lot more of her delicious body to touch. I moved my attention to the area around her neck and shoulders then down between her breasts to the top of her pubic area. I watched the goose bumps develop as I moved the feather along. Anne was writhing clearly working herself up for a major climax.

Feeling satisfied that I had explored every inch of her bare skin with the feather; I put it on the night stand and again knelt at the side of the bed between her legs. I rested my forearms on her thighs to test the height: too low. I grabbed our pillows from the head of the bed and slid them under her buttocks. That did the trick. She tried to arch in as I leaned in to give her fragrant pussy a kiss. Yeah, she's ready.

"Are you going to give me your hot tongue, dear?" she asked. "I would love to cum on your hot tongue right now."

"Yes, I'm going to fuck your pussy with my tongue, but you aren't going to cum right now." With that I proceeded to lightly lick around her labia. I drew circles with my tongue from her clit down one side around her asshole and up the other side. Then around her clit, and back down again. Anne was rocking her pelvis daring me to insert my tongue or fingers to help her cum. I resisted for several cycles. I know if her hands were free, she would have grabbed my head and held me in place for her to fuck my face.

I felt my cock pulsing as I was near orgasm too. I sat back and tickled the tops of her thighs lightly with my fingertips for a few minutes until my spasms subsided. Then I resumed my licking. This time, I took my thumbs and opened her labia and licked her wet pussy, still gently, but I was inside and making her even wetter. Her pelvis again strained to make better contact. When I could feel the muscles inside her contracting, I withdrew again.

This time I stood then crawled onto the bed beside her. She could feel my hot cock throbbing on her hip as I leaned over her and kissed her. She raised her head to receive the kiss and pleaded, "Please, please, please! Just fuck me; I can't stand it any longer."

"Okay, I have almost finished what I have in mind. I have something I want you to watch, ready?" She looked at me and noticed that I had started lightly stroking my cock and balls. I had my right hand with my thumb and forefinger around the top of my scrotum pulling gently downward and away from my body. My left hand was gripping my cock with a light pressure, thumb and forefinger toward the base, pinkie toward the head pulling gently up and away from my body (It's interesting stroking with my left hand, it's almost as if another person is doing it, I'm so used to the feel of my right hand).

Each stroke starts closest to my body and goes out. A single stroke in a single direction each time. Slow exquisite strokes that Anne had perfected on me. "Oh," she said, "Oh I want that so badly, please." I continued the slow measured stroking she had done so many times before, but without taking the breaks she usually does. I could see Anne rocking her pelvis in time with the stroking. We were both on edge.

Anne continued watching me and writhing in anticipation when I finally released on her chest. I spasmed as the load emerged, my cock was so sensitive as I stroked at the same tempo through the entire load. As I finished my orgasm, she bit her lip and verbalized, "Ooooh, you're cruel. Please let me cum."

My cock was still throbbing as I climbed off the bed. I got down on my knees and buried my face in her pussy again. I just can't get enough of her aroma. I dipped two fingers into her pussy, gently pushed up on her G-spot until she moaned. I drew them out dripping with her juice. I carefully licked them, savoring the salty flavor then put my tongue as deep as it would go. Anne's pelvis was rocking as she fucked my tongue. I could feel her nearing orgasm again, so I pulled my face away. "Damn you!" she said through her teeth.

"He he," I said as I bent down and released her legs from the bindings. I want her legs free as we finish this game. I stood up in front of her and inserted my still stiff cock into her hot, hot pussy. "All right lover, now when you cum is up to you."

She lifted her feet off the floor and put them on my buttocks to lock me in place. She didn't want to take the chance that this was another tease. She pulled me in until she got maximum contact and started grinding her pussy and clit on my cock and pubic bone. As she was grinding, I leaned forward and kissed her nipples in turn. I licked up the pool of semen on her chest and leaned forward to kiss her. She knew what was coming and hungrily sucked the thick fluid off my tongue.

As close as I thought she was to the edge, I had thought she would release sooner, but I think she knew my cock was well past over stimulated. She could feel me shivering as I tried to deal with the sensation. She let herself ride me through a long low-intensity orgasm. She whispered, "Push me further up onto the bed."

"Sure." I put my hands under her lower back and lifted her back. When I got her to the middle of the bed, the tension on her wrists was released, so I undid the bonds.

Anne said, "Thanks, Love. Now I can finish the way I like." With that she swung her hips and rolled me onto my back. She straddled me and put her hands on my shoulders while she vigorously rocked her pelvis on my cock and threw herself into a violent orgasm. "Mmmm, mmmmm, yes. Yes, yes, yes. Yes!" When she finally released, she leaned forward kissing her way up my chest until she laid her head and said, "Wow. I guess there is room in our relationship for some role reversal. You have really learned the art of teasing."

"Thanks love. I had a good teacher."

We awoke the next morning still locked in our embrace.

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Chapter 8. Work it on Out

I had no more meetings so I knocked off work early, skipping lunch and going straight home. It's a brisk fall day. The sun is bright and there is a light breeze. It's a perfect day for a run in the park.

Our house is situated on a small hill that slopes from the street in front down toward the horse property behind us. This allows us to have a walk-out basement, half of which is my gym.

My gym has 16 feet of picture windows overlooking the pond. In the corner, I have our two treadmills facing the glass for those runs Anne and I do in bad weather. Between the treadmills and the French doors is our hot tub. The rest of the space is filled with a pro cable setup (two opposing pillars with cables connected by a bridge with chinning and pull up mounts), two adjustable benches, and a selection of free weights. The other side of the basement has a 6-seat sauna, a shower room and the laundry.

Since the laundry and shower are in the basement, I often start and end my runs down here. I lay out towels on one of the benches in preparation for my strength training when I get home.

Before I leave the house, I need to coordinate with Anne on dinner. I think she's going shopping after work.

From your Daddy Hey Babe, it's your turn to plan dinner, right? I left work early so I'm going for a run then working out. Let me know if you need me to do something else.

From my Hot Lover Oh, right. I am going Christmas shopping before I come home. I'll pick up something. Enjoy your run.

From your Daddy OK. See you soon. :*

That's set. Headphones on. I slip my phone into my armband and I'm out the French doors. The first 50 yards is a nice climb toward the street which I immediately feel in my calves. The 3-block run to the park is mostly level. I must not be the only one thinking this is a great day for sun and fresh air. I passed several strollers. Judging by the youthful appearance of the women pushing them, they must be Au Pairs.

Inside the park, the playground equipment was bustling with kids running from slide to swing to seesaw. I smiled as I made my way back to the trail through the woods. The sun feels so warm on my blue, long sleeve t-shirt. Almost warm enough to take it off, but as I neared the trees I soon felt the cooler air.

At 10 minutes, I had covered the half-mile from the house to the park and was well into the 2-mile trail. I was soon enveloped in mottled shade. Although perspiring, I quaked in a shiver from the chilly air. It should be just 30 minutes to get back to the warmth of my gym. I pressed on trying not to let myself quit just because of a little cool air. It didn't take long for me to settle into a comfortable rhythm. It is brisk, but my run generated enough heat and the day and scenery are so beautiful.

Nearly all the leaves are down now. This is such a different feel from when Anne and I walked here last month. As I continued down the trail, I felt a stirring when I neared the stand of Austrian pines where we played. What a day that was. It's amazing how much I learned about my girls in that one day. I am sure I should have picked up something just from the swinger-oriented dating site where we met. But Anne is so much more than a swinger. She has a sense about sex that goes far beyond swinging. How much brain power must she have to keep a career and conceive all these sexual exploits for herself, her daughter, and me.

I pressed on with my run and exited the woods at the other side of the park. The playground was changing. School-aged kids were taking over the equipment and someone was putting nets up on the soccer goals for after-school practice. I made it back to the park entrance with 10 minutes to go.

As I descended the side yard from the street I checked my watch. Just past 3. My pace was perfect on this run. It was almost exactly 50 minutes from start to finish.

Once inside the basement, I made a beeline for the fridge for a cold bottle of water. As I walked back toward the cable set to start my strength training, I heard some giggles coming from two heads just barely showing above the edge of the hot tub. Then I saw the backpacks and two piles of clothes—blouses, plaid skirts, shoes and socks—on the treadmill.

"Hi Daddy," Honey said "this is my friend Heather. Mom said we could relax in the hot tub and watch you exercise." She gave me an exaggerated wink as she said watch.

"Oh, nice. Enjoy the hot tub. I need to go to the bathroom first. I'll be starting in a few minutes." Oh boy. This is awkward. I think I better check with Anne. I don't know this girl Heather.

When I got to the bathroom, I dialed Anne's phone. She picked up almost immediately. "Hi Baby, did you get the roses?" I said, per our arrangement.

"Yes, they're lovely, ha ha. what's up, sweetheart?" she said.

"Honey and Heather are here in the hot tub. Honey says you said it was okay for them to hot tub and watch me exercise."

"That's right. Heather's mom and I do yoga together and had some discussions over juice afterward. She's divorced and the dad is not around. Heather is in a lot of Honey's classes, including psych. She's almost 19 and her mom thinks it's good to get her some experience with someone she trusts. Have fun with it; we can talk about it at bedtime."

"You never cease to amaze. I love you so much. I can't wait to see what you bring for dinner. I'm sure I'll be needing some serious nourishment by the time you get home."

"You know I like to take care of our family. See you in a couple hours." With that, we disconnected.

I went to the toilet then headed back out to my gym. Heather and Honey had changed their position in the hot tub; they were leaning over the edge their heads on their hands, forearms resting on the top facing my cable machine. "What are you working on today, Daddy?" Honey asked.

"Shoulders and back. Is that OK with you?

"Perfect. You just go ahead and start. Maybe we'll have some suggestions or questions as you go, OK?"

"Sure. OK." I went over to the cable machine and lowered one of the pulleys to be just above the bench for rowing. I put the pin in the stack at 125. After I attached the bar to the clamp and sat down on the end of the bench with my back toward the girls, I put my feet on the foot pads. I leaned forward, grabbed the bar and straightened up to start my reps.

Honey said, "I've exercised with him and mom before. Mom says his technique is really good. Look how straight his back is before he starts pulling the bar. He says this way he perfectly isolates the muscles he wants to work. Cool, huh?"

"He seems to be in good shape," Heather replied.

I completed three sets of 10, increasing the weight by 1 plate after each set. Next for some free weight work.

"What is your next exercise?"

"Standing shoulder press," I said as I went to the rack and grabbed the 40-pound dumbbells.

"Cool. Can you can do that facing us?" Heather asked.

"Sure. I can face any direction you like for this one."

"Will you do 3 sets of this one too?"

"I usually do. Is that OK with you?"

"Yes, but if you wouldn't mind, can we see you from different angles? Maybe you could start facing that way so we can see how straight your back is from the side."

"Yeah, sure," I said as I turned so they could see my right side. I lifted the weights up so my upper arms were level to the ground and started my reps. I inhaled. Then on exhale I pushed the weights over my head and said "one." After slowly lowering the weights, I inhaled again. As I started my next push, the girls said, "two" in unison. They counted with me all the way to ten. After ten, I set the weights on the bench and took a quick gulp of my water.

"Can we see you from the front this time? I want to see your perfect technique from another angle. Oh, and would you mind taking off your shirt for this set? And maybe go a little slower?"

I don't really think of myself as being in such great shape, but I try. My belly is fairly flat, but I have some cushion on the sides, but if the girls want to see it, why not?

"OK, here we go." I raised the weights again and started to press them up.

Heather said, "Remember, I want you to go slower. Let me count for you. Oooooooonnnnnnnneeeeee. Now slowly, doooooowwwwwwwnnn."

"Oh," I said. "I won't be able to do 10 at that speed."

"Let's see how many you can do, then. Now up on twwwwwwwwwooooooooo and doooooowwwwwwwnnnn. Thhhhhhrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeee and doooooowwwwwwwnnn. Now foooooouuuuuuuuurrrrrrr."

My muscles were burning. I think maybe I have one more rep and I don't even know about another set.

Heather continued her instruction, "doooooowwwwwwwnnnn. Fiiiiiiiiiiiiivvvvvvvvveeeeeee. Hold it for a second. Now doooooowwwwwwwnnn. I think that's enough of those."

Heather and Honey climbed out of the hot tub. Both in their bras and panties, besides that, they couldn't be more different. Honey is tiny. Slightly built with small breasts. She stands a scant 5'2" and has shoulder-length honey-gold hair. Heather on the other hand looks to be about 5'10". She has raven black hair that falls halfway down her back and her breasts are ample globes spilling out the top of her bra.

"What's up next, Daddy," Honey asked.

"To complement the shoulder presses, I usually do lat pulldowns on the cable machine." I went over to the pulley and raised it to the top then hooked the cable to the pulldown set and snapped on the bar I had used for rowing.

Still dripping, the girls moved to either side of the bench. Again Heather asked if I could face toward the hot tub to do this exercise. As I turned to face the window side of the gym, the girls each grabbed onto the waistband of my shorts and pulled down revealing my flaccid cock. Honey sat me on the bench and pulled them off over my shoes and said, "Tell us how you do this one."

"Ok. I usually start with the same weight I start with for the rowing. I stand and reach for the bar with my hands grasping almost at the ends of the bar. Then I sit down keeping my elbows slightly bent. I make sure my back is straight then I start pulling down."

"OK," Honey said. "Show us."

I pulled down until the bar was at the back of the top of my head. Again, Honey and Heather worked in tandem. Each one grabbed one of my wrists and wrapped one of the Velcro assist straps around the wrist and over and around the bar securing me to the bar.

"Would you stand up again, please?" Heather asked, "I want to see how that starts again."

As asked, I stood. I heard the girls behind me pull the pin on the weights and I almost fell down as the resistance was released. Then I felt the tension again as they pulled the cable down above the plates. They re-engaged the pin, I'm guessing at the bottom of the stack, all 400 pounds. I couldn't make it move at all.