Suzy, Molly, and Me Ch. 01

All characters in the story are at least 18 years of age. This is a work of pure fantasy, playing on our sexual fascination with what is taboo. This story is heavy on character development and plot, so it may not be for you if you are looking for a quick payoff.




My wife, Suzy, was raised as an old-school Southern belle. Although we had lived in the northeast for years, she still had a trace of that charming Georgia accent. She is a natural blonde, with very fair skin, and soft breasts that hang heavy with their weight, like some pagan fertility goddess. We were a perfect couple. I had been raised to think that a man should be willing to help around the house, while she had been raised to believe that a woman should find a man who deserves her and then work hard to please him. Consequently, my wife was always deeply appreciative whenever I did any traditionally female household chores, while I felt touched and grateful for how much work she put into everything from cleaning to cooking. My only reservation about marrying her had been a concern that she would be too conservative in bed. We had been dating for several weeks, and hadn't gone any farther than a little making out. I sensed that she was enjoying this a lot, but she seemed so carefully put together and proper that I didn't even think of trying to go farther. Finally, one night she showed up at my door unexpectedly. Her eyes were red like she had been crying. I quickly sat her down and asked her to tell me what was wrong.

She straightened up like she was about to give a prepared speech and announced, "I think we should break up."

I was shocked. "But, Suzy, I...I care about you. Deeply."

Suzy started to tear up and said, "But you obviously don't want me. I finally found a nice guy who treats me with respect and cares about me for me...but he treats me like his sister, not his girlfriend."

I looked Suzy up and down, slowly taking in her huge tits, her shapely legs, and her face, which seemed even more beautiful in tears than it did normally, and I said, "I do want you, Suzy. I want you a lot. It's been driving me crazy how much I want you. It's just that, well, you seem so sweet and so gentle, I thought maybe you wouldn't appreciate that kind of attention."

Suzy stopped crying, and looked at me like a sudden realization was dawning on her. "Sweetheart, you obviously do not understand something about Southern culture. We're raised to think that you should be 'a lady in the streets, but a whore between the sheets.' "

Just hearing my sweet Southern belle use the word "whore," and the way she put an emphasis on it, filled me with intense desire. My voice was suddenly low and guttural as I said, "You like being a whore, do you?"

"I do for the right man," Suzy cooed. Then she bit her lip coyly and started to fidget with the hem of her skirt as she said, "But maybe you don't know how to treat a girl like a whore?"

I growled, "Stand up."

Suzy looked a bit surprised, but the tone in my voice left no doubt that this was not a request. She sounded breathless as she said, "Yes, Sir," and rose from the couch.

"Now reach under your skirt and take your panties off."

Suzy blushed profusely, smiled, and looked at me expectantly as she said, "I'm not wearing any panties, Sir. I guess I'm a bad girl, huh?"

Maybe I'll tell you the story of the rest of that night sometime. For now, I just want to treasure it in my memory. But I will say that that night ended up being the first time Suzy and I exchanged "I love you."

We got married a little over a year later. Two years after that, our daughter, Molly, was born. She became the center of our lives. She was kind of a tomboy growing up, with lots of male friends but no boyfriends. Intellectually, she was way ahead of her peers, but she was a late bloomer physically. Until she turned 18 there was nothing nubile about her. As a father, that was fine with me. I knew the time would come plenty soon enough. My wife did not have the same patience. Like any well-bred Southern girl, Suzy had participated in pageants growing up, so while she loved Molly dearly, she was a little disappointed that she didn't have a daughter she could help dress up and "teach to act like a lady." Finally, soon after she turned 18, Molly lost her babyfat and started to develop in just the right places. My wife was delighted, and immediately started showing Molly how to do her hair and makeup, and helping her pick out nice clothes.

Despite a few disagreements about politics, my wife and I see eye to eye on most topics, including child rearing. We'd both been doting and protective parents. However, when my daughter finally started to grow up, I began to suspect that Suzy had some different ideas from mine. It started out with what I thought was playful teasing. I remember that once we were in the bedroom at night, starting to kiss and caress, and I had just begun to knead and pinch Suzy's lovely breasts. Suzy's tits are one of her best features: big, soft, melons that she loved to have fondled and bitten. They aren't as taut as they were when we first got married, but I find something very sensual about a mature woman's tits: soft and hanging low like nature intended. I had just gotten to work on them, when Suzy blurted out, "Can you believe how big and perky Molly's boobs have gotten?!"

I instinctively pulled my hands back from my wife's tits, and joked, "Yeah, I guess I'll have to buy a shotgun to make all the boys keep their hands off her."

Suzy shocked me by grabbing my hands and placing them firmly back on her tits, then whispering in my ear, "Who's going to keep your hands off her?"

All I could do was laugh at what I thought was some teasing, and Suzy laughed too, but she held my hands on her tits and made me squeeze them again. I have to admit I felt a rush of passion. I gave Suzy a nice hard fuck that night. She was clearly loving it, but it also felt at points like she wanted to verbalize something but was holding back.

Another time when Molly was out with friends, Suzy and I were skinny dipping in the hot tub we have out back. Our back yard is fenced in and has some big trees that shield us from view by the neighbors, so sometimes we go out there when we're alone and get a little frisky. Suzy and I were kissing passionately, and she was stroking my cock under the water, going nice and slow to build up the passion. Suddenly we heard the sliding glass door to the back porch open, and Molly walked out.

I pushed Suzy back from me and tried to sound casual as I said, "Hi honey! Your mother and I thought you were going to be out until 11 tonight."

Molly replied, "Mom, I told you I'd be back at 9."

Suzy quickly said, "Oh, I must have misheard you. Hey, come over here for a second." I darted a look at Suzy, but she whispered, "We're in water up to our necks. She'll never know we're naked."

Molly strolled up to the hot tub. I couldn't help but notice that the clothes she was wearing were a bit revealing. She was in short red skirt, and a white blouse that was open one too many buttons. (Is this the kind of thing my conservative wife was helping our daughter pick out?) Our hot tub is recessed into the deck, so when Molly was standing at the edge, I looked away, to avoid seeing up her skirt.

I heard Suzy say, "Why don't you join your father and me in the hot tub?"

Now, the three of us had been in the hot tub together before. But that was back when Molly was younger, and we were all wearing swimsuits, and it was during the day, AND I didn't have a raging hard on from my wife's earlier ministrations. Suzy's voice seemed so calm and matter-of-fact, though, that I thought maybe there was something wrong with me for feeling that there was anything about this situation that was not innocent.

Molly just shrugged and said, "Sure. I'll get my bathing suit."

While Molly was getting changed, I looked at Suzy helplessly. She looked back blankly, and then said, "What? Oh! Are you mad that you didn't get to finish before Molly showed up? You are such a horny boy, aren't you? Look, I'll make it up to you when we go to bed tonight. But we have to make sure we spend time with Molly, especially now that she's growing up. Don't forget that she'll be going away to college in the fall, and then you'll miss her."

I just nodded. I reminded myself: you're going to be in a hot tub with your daughter and the mother of your child. Nothing weird or inappropriate about that.

Then my daughter came out in her bikini. Father or not, I had to admit that she was absolutely stunning. She had that kind of impossibly lithe frame that only teenagers can have. I should explain that my daughter takes after me in many ways: like me, she has dark hair and olive skin. She was wearing her dark tresses long and straight these days. Her breasts were not as big as her mother's, at least not yet, but Suzy was right that they were quite pert. Her legs seemed impossibly long, and her finger and toenails were carefully done in red.

As Molly approached, Suzy quickly whispered in my ear, "Remember that girls her age have a lot of body issues. Make sure to compliment her on her appearance."

So as Molly smiled brightly and started to step into the hot tub, I gulped and tried to sound like something other than a dirty old man as I said, "You look lovely darling."

Molly giggled and said, "You have to say that. You're my Dad."

"No. I mean it. If you were a random teenage girl, I would still think you were a knockout."

Suzy smirked and teased, "Oh really? And what would you do if she were a random teenage girl in a hot tub with you?"

I smiled back. "I'd send my wife in to go get me and my new girlfriend some drinks."

Suzy splashed me in mock indignation, while Molly laughed. "Oh, you're in trouble now, Dad!"

I was just teasing back, of course, but Suzy kept smiling as she said, "Well, I want to set a good example for Molly of being an obedient wife, so I guess I have to obey." Then she leaned in and kissed me. It wasn't the sort of intense, passionate kiss that we have when we fuck, but it was certainly more than a peck. Then she stepped out of the hot tub. She was an impressive sight. The steam rose up from her body as she slowly toweled off. My wife's body is very different from my daughter's, but equally beautiful in its own way. She always keeps her pussy carefully shaved, and I noticed that the polish on her finger and toenails matched those of my daughter. Once she had dried off, she just dropped the towel, and sauntered toward the kitchen, giving both of us a nice view of her undulating ass.

I glanced at Molly, who was obviously a bit taken aback that her mother wasn't wearing a swimsuit. But her next comment was not what I expected: "Wow, Mom looks so hot! You're a lucky guy."

All I could do was mumble, "Yes, I'm very lucky."

"Oh, but she's lucky too."

I laughed. "You have to say that. You're my daughter."

"No, no, honest! My friend Lauren and I were even joking that we should exchange Dads so that we could both lose --" Molly's eyes opened wide when she realized what she was saying. She stammered, "Uhm, I mean, it's just that, we were both saying that, you know, not any time soon, but when the time is right, it would be nice for the guy to be experienced, and she was saying she wouldn't mind if it were you. And I was all like, 'Yeah, my Dad's really --' uhm, so anyway, yeah." She was blushing profusely and looking down at the bubbling water, and after about two seconds all I could do was burst out in laughter at her embarrassment. She laughed with me, and it broke the awkwardness.

"Well," I finally said, "tell Lauren I don't think your mother would allow that, but I appreciate that the two of you give me your seal of approval."

Molly smiled that wonderful smile of hers, and it felt like we were just father and daughter relaxing in the hot tub. Well, except that my cock was inexplicably hard. But then Molly looked thoughtful for a second, and asked, "So Mom wasn't wearing a bathing suit. Does that mean that you aren't wearing one either?"

"Well, we didn't know you were coming home, and the water was up to our necks, so....."

Molly nodded and her smile changed. It became the smile of a kid who's caught a parent doing something, and is enjoying the feeling of being in control of an adult. She stood up and rested against the edge of the hot but, so that her cleavage was above the water line. She looked around, as if she was suddenly taking an inexplicable interest in our fence or our rose bushes. While pretending to look around, Molly began to casually do things like adjust her bikini top...take some warm water in her palm and rub it against her chest and neck...slowly roll her neck like it was stiff...rub her lips like there was a stray hair on them.... Any one motion could have been an innocent affectation, but together they made me ache.

Whatever was, or wasn't, happening was broken by the sound of Suzy coming back from the kitchen. I expected her to bring out some soft drinks, but she came out with a nice chablis and three glasses. She announced, "Since Molly is going away to college, she'll end up being offered drinks at a party, so she could get used to drinking in a safe environment."

Suzy served us, kneeling at the edge of the hot tub. In between seeing my wife squatting in positions that could easily appear in a porn magazine, and my daughter's earlier flirting, I was getting dizzy with lust. But the enormity of the thoughts that were coming into my mind held me back. I imagined reaching out to touch my daughter but then immediately envisioned her shrinking back and crying in horror, "Daddy, what are you doing?"

Yes, I told myself, this is all just a wife teasing her husband and an inexperienced daughter trying out her flirting skills without knowing how powerful they are yet, and it's messed up that I can even think of it as anything more.

Suzy finally slid back into the hot but, and sat down next to Molly. I just sat back and sipped my wine as the two of them giggled and joked and playfully splashed. Suzy's breasts often broke the surface, but strangely the fact that Molly was wearing a bathing suit while her mother was naked seemed intensely provocative.

Because of the heat from the tub, the wine was going to our heads quickly. Suzy was playfully tugging the straps of Molly's bikini down over her arms, saying, "You know, you're pretty overdressed for this party, young lady." Molly just giggled and left the straps where they were, so that her breasts were close to popping out. I must have been staring intently, because Suzy looked over at me and laughed, "Enjoying looking at your harem?"

My cock had been rigid for a long time now, and I desperately needed relief. "It's getting late," I announced, then I turned my back to them and pulled myself straight up out of the hot tub, so that they couldn't directly see how hard I was.

Suzy called after me, "What are you talking about? It's not that late. Come back here." I kept walking, and she said, with a hint of anger and frustration in her voice, "You didn't even towel off. You'd better not to get water all over my kitchen floor." I ignored her and went inside.

I almost broke my neck, slipping on Suzy's carefully waxed kitchen floor, and did drip water all over it, of course. I went back to the bedroom and dried off, then waited for Suzy to come to bed. I was very tempted to jerk off, but I thought, "You're getting a hard, nasty fuck tonight, Suzy, for letting that situation get so out of control." I assumed that Suzy would be back inside soon, but I started to get even more frustrated as she made me wait. I took a peek outside, and saw Suzy and Molly still in the hot tub, whispering and smiling as they sipped their wine. As I went back to the bedroom, I thought, "Just making it harder on yourself, Suzy."

When they came inside, I heard Molly help her mother mop the kitchen floor, which took just minutes but seemed interminable. When she finally entered our bedroom, Suzy was visibly pissed off. She quickly slipped on one of the big t-shirts she sometimes slept in, and got into bed, facing away from me. Her meaning was clear, but I was in no mood to be a gentleman. I wrapped my arms around her from behind and tried to grab her tits. She forcefully shoved my hands away. "No!" she hissed.

"No?" I asked. I think this was actually the first time in our twenty year marriage that Suzy had said No to me about sex.

"You were a jerk tonight. Well, at least at the end you were. We were all having a great time, and you get up and leave with hardly a word, and then you drip water all over my nice clean floor and don't even apologize."

Suzy is such a great wife, that normally I would gladly apologize for any hurt I had caused her -- but not tonight. I pushed my hands back to her tits and squeezed them as hard as I could, while I growled, "This is my fucking house and if I want to make a mess I'll make a mess. And you are my wife, and you'll fucking clean up my mess and then thank me for the honor by fucking me afterwards."

Suzy and I did a lot of dirty talk. We were masters of it. But she was also my queen. I had never ordered her around before. She started to breathe faster, so I knew this was exciting her, but I could also tell that she was still genuinely angry. "You're mean. Your daughter and your wife want to spend time with you as a family. And you -- you just wanted to selfishly drag me back here alone and stick your dick into me, didn't you?"

I was pushing her onto her back and wedging her legs open with my knee. I have to admit she was putting up a good fight. We'd both have bruises tomorrow. "Damn right. I can stick my dick into you, into any hole I want, any time I want. And you should just shut up and take it." Suzy's heart was pounding with excitement at the slut-treatment she was getting. I finally got my cock into her cunt, and it was gushing with sweet cream. I buried my fingers in her beautiful hair, pinning her head down and licking her neck as I fucked her, hard and fast.

There was still a hint of anger in her voice, but the lust was taking over, as she said, "You like being mean to girls, don't you? Everyone thinks you're so nice, but I know what you're really like.... Yes...oh God yes."

I snarled back, "Everyone thinks you're this sweet, innocent girl. They don't know what a cock-hungry whore you are."

"You made me into this whore," Suzy groaned. "I never gave it away like this to anyone else. Never. Oh yes...so fucking good...give it to your wife...show your wife that you own her...."

"I own this cunt," I groaned. "I own every inch of your slut body. You're my fuck toy to use whenever I want it."

Then Suzy started to whisper, "I know why you're so horny tonight."

"Stop it," I said, because I was afraid of what she was going to say next. But I kept fucking her, and the thought of what she was about to say actually turned me on more.

"You liked looking at your sexy harem, didn't you? Your young, dark, thin girl in a bikini, and your mature, fair, voluptuous girl naked...bouncing in the water in front of you...both there to please you...."

"Shut up, you filthy slut!"

Suzy didn't let up: "What did you want us to do to you? Tell me your dirty fantasies."

"No, no, no, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" I shouted, as my cock pumped cum into my wife's pussy. The feel of my cock throbbing and squirting inside her sent my wife over the edge too, and she clutched me passionately, her hips bucking, as she came.

We both just panted in each other's arms for a moment, and when I lifted my head up and looked into my wife's eyes, she said, "I love you so much!"

"I love you too. More than anything."