(Please read parts 1 & 2 as this is a continuation of the story! After a beautiful afternoon of lovemaking and some sodomy, Melanie has just revealed to our hero, me, that debonair and dapper gentlemen only twenty-some-odd years older than her, that she is sleeping with my daughter. And she told me this as I was cooking her dinner!)
“Sweet Dreams Are Made of This”
I took the tongs and carefully placed the chicken breasts back into the bubbling sauce. As I ladled the sauce over the chicken, Melanie seemed to think I went deaf.
“Did you hear me?” she asked.
“Yeah, I did. That’s awesome. She’s a lucky girl.”
I grabbed the cast iron pan with a hot pad and slid it into the oven. 375 degrees, if you recall.
“So, Melanie,” I began. (I called her ‘Melanie’, but her friends call her ‘Mel’. Did you see what I did there?) “Set the timer for 20 minutes, okay? In about ten minutes you should start steaming the veggies. Then pop in that 90 second Basmati Rice when you’re all set. Okay? Oh, and put some raw cilantro on top of the chicken as a garnish.”
I looked around for my car keys… ah, on the counter over there by the door. I made for them.
“You’re not leaving!” Mel cried out. “Can’t we talk about this?”
I dropped the keys in my pocket and sighed heavily. “I don’t even have any idea what to say.”
“Okay then... sit. And let me talk,” said Melanie, and pointed to a chair at the kitchen table.
Fine, I sat down. I mean, what the fuck, over.
“Go ahead”, I said, sighing.
Mel rubbed a couple fingers on her forehead, over her right eye, like she had a headache.
“Look,” she began. “A few months ago, I was… in a bad place… a very bad place. James had just dumped me, you read about that. But you didn’t read that Gianna moved out of town at the same time. I was so… lost, and devastated and… I was doing bad things, risky things… you just don’t even know.”
Mel struggled, biting her lip. She dropped her head and crossed her arms, remembering some bad shit, I guess.
“Okay hon,” I said, rising out of my chair. “I’m sorry. It’s okay, just tell me. I want to understand.” I held her close for a minute or so. She didn’t hold me back, but she did rest her head on me. Then I let her go and sat back down, “Go on, I’m not going anywhere.”
I watched as she took a deep breath. I could tell she was trying to collect her thoughts. She found her wine glass and took a swig. Not a sip.
“Alright,” Mel said as she wiped her eyes. “When James ended our relationship I went into a severe melancholy. Although I wasn’t medically diagnosed, from what I’ve read, I’m positive I was suffering from severe depression.”
She paused again.
“I didn’t hurt myself, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think about it.”
Tears were again beginning to well up in her eyes, but I let her continue at her own pace, uninterrupted.
“I entered into a very destructive phase, hanging out in the clubs… partying, drinking, going home with a lot of… club girls. Looking back, it was very unhealthy.”
I watched as she looked down to floor while she almost unconsciously traced a finger along the rim of her wine glass.
“Then I met a young man who was about my age and we began a very toxic relationship that lasted a couple of months. In my state of mind, I wasn’t good for anyone. I felt lost, adrift, and alone.”
“I’m sorry, Mel,” I said sympathetically.
I wanted to say something more substantial, more meaningful, but I just couldn't find the words.
She gave me a soft smile and continued.
“To make matters worse, my managing partner gave me the task of interviewing the summer interns, and it wasn’t going well. They just all seemed so young and eager and stupid… and I could barely concentrate on anything they said and was on the verge of tears the entire time.”
Mel drained her wine glass with one long gulp.
“And then, your daughter came in. I mean, of course, I was distracted by her looks. But, she looked at me like, like I was a person, not just the person with the job. I don’t know exactly what happened next, somehow she got me talking about myself, and the next thing I know she came around the desk and hugged me. And I completely broke down. Totally. And she just held me and soothed me, and then helped me with my makeup and got me presentable again. And that was our whole hour!”
“She does like to ‘fix’ people,” I said.
“Well, what you call ‘fix,’ I’d call ‘save,’ because that’s exactly what she did: She saved me.”
My face broke into a knowing smile as I began to comprehend the true nature of their relationship. It was quickly becoming obvious that this wasn't just casual sex between co-workers, this was much more.
“So then, Alice got the job, I guess?”
“Yes, she did! And she pulled me out of my depression and out of my… stupid things I was doing. And then one night after work, she came here to my apartment for some drinks and we were hugging goodbye… and I kissed her.”
Mel looked visibly relaxed. She continued on. “And Alice didn’t pull away, so I kept kissing her. She wasn’t my first girl, of course, you read about that. But I was her first girl.”
“But,” I interrupted. “She had a boyfriend back then. Still does, or is there something I don’t know?”
“Yeah, she and Ryan are still going strong I guess…”
And she stopped talking. So, there are things left unsaid. And she didn’t seem to want to say them, so I had to ask.
“So now what? She knows what we did last night, yes?”
“And is she upset with you, or me?”
“Not really. She was pretty happy that I got her dad laid! Even if it was with me! But, she may think it was just a one-night thing. She was rather surprised that I invited her over tonight and said that you were here.”
“Alright then,” I sighed a big sigh and looked at my watch. “You and I have known each other all of about, 16 or 18 hours. And we haven’t done all that much except fuck.” Mel chuckled at that. “And the fucking has been unbelievable, trust me. Even now, part of me is figuring out how can I get you face down on this kitchen table... “
“That being said,” I continued. “I was counting on seeing you some more because I want to know what you’re like outside of the bedroom. I mean, I really… feel a lot for you. Obviously, there’s lots of lust in the mix, but I feel there’s a lot more than just that.”
Mel came and sat in my lap. “So do I, Jim!” And she kissed me, hard, as we embraced.
Then she rearranged herself and straddled me in the chair. Since she was sitting on top of my lap, her breasts were just about in my face. She bent down and kissed my eager mouth. Her free-range breasts dangled onto my neck and chest, we kissed more. And, rather surprisingly for everything he had been through last night and today, my cock responded in full. Thank you, Pfizer. She pulled back and looked at me, a definite twinkle in her eye.
“What’s going on down there? Huh? Still like me?”
I hiked up her t-shirt to expose her breasts. Glorious. That’s the only word. Full, big, soft, warm, somewhat pendulous, capped by lusciously responsive nipples. Hard nipples, at this point. Mel smashed them into my face. Beautiful. I nuzzled her and began getting lost in them.
Fortunately, my brain clicked in and reminded me that the timer was literally ticking! The food should be ready in about ten minutes, and my daughter was showing up God-knows-when. If I’m going to do something, it better be now.
“Get up honey,” I said. “This will only take a minute.”
Well, it’s just a saying, I hoped I would last longer than that!
I pushed her back and Mel got up off my lap. Standing up, raging with lust, I spun her around and pushed her towards the kitchen table, some kind of wood table, I don’t know. It looked expensive. Unceremoniously, I bent her over that table and grabbed those fucking yoga pants and yanked them down to just above her knees. Her naked rear-end beckoned me.
I dropped my pants and let the big guy breathe. I could actually feel a bit of an ache in my cock. I guess it was the muscles that cause ejaculation because they were tender and hadn’t worked this hard in years, or maybe ever! But I told them to quit whining and get to work, there’s a phenomenal woman here who wants our fucking!
“Are you ever dry?” I teased, as I felt her sex.
“Not since last night, no. I’ve been constantly wet.”
I believed her, she was wet enough right now.
With her legs held closed by her pants, it was going to be tight. I pulled her lips apart and pressed in with my cock. Mmmm, her hot juice coated my cock’s mushroom head. And she was so tight like this, beyond virgin tight. I pressed in deeper against her body’s natural resistance.
My hands gripped her hips, and I worked my cock back and forth, little by little until we overcame her vise-like pussy walls and got the head inside.
Melanie moaned out, “Oh God… yessss…”
As Mel lubricated me with her juices, her resistance withered somewhat and I worked my way in about halfway. But this was taking longer than I thought. Mel shuddered, shaking her head a little bit. Her ponytail flipped from one side of her head to the other.
I relaxed my right hand’s grip on her hip and grabbed her ponytail and gave it a good tug. As Mel’s head snapped up and back a few inches, I slammed my cock into her pussy, up to the hilt.
“Oww! Fuck!” cried out Melanie. And in a few seconds that changed to “Fu-u-u-u-u-ck!” as I rammed my no fully-wet cock in and out of her burning hot pussy. Jesus, she felt so good. My cock forgot all about being sore as we fucked Mel good and hard. With each thrust, I tugged her hair to show her who was the boss.
I let go of her ponytail and watched as she flopped back on the table, her breasts crushing into the wooden surface. She then extended her arms and grabbed the edges. It was as if she was hanging on for dear life against the onslaught of my hard pounding. I pressed my right thumb against my cock and her pussy, getting it wet. I dropped in a load of spit on my thumb, then I rubbed it against her asshole. Slowly, I forced my thumb inside her to the knuckle. She groaned a bit but didn’t complain. I had, after all, just this very afternoon fucked her gorgeous ass relentlessly.
Amidst the powerful thrusting, I couldn’t help but reflect on the inconsistency between my actions and my feelings. Before yesterday, I had never treated a woman like this and I had the unmistakeable feeling that this just wasn’t me. Regardless of the inner turmoil I was feeling, I wanted to own her, possess her, have dominion over her. This wasn’t something I wanted. It was something I needed. Desperately.
It felt as if she was trying to get away from me, even though I know she wasn’t. I reached forward and grasped her ponytail and pulled her backward into my chest. I roughly kneaded her big breasts in my hands and I bent forward and gently bit her neck.
I heard her cry out when she felt my teeth against her sensitive skin and I felt her hand rest on my thigh.
“Please Jim, easy.” I heard her say in a voice barely above a whisper.
I remained motionless for several moments, feeling her body press against mine and we were both able to catch our breath.
Without warning, I thrust into her hard and heard her cry out. I remained deep inside of her for several seconds and then slowly inched myself back out. Just as I was about ready to slip out, I rammed it back inside of her in a sharp, stabbing, thrusting motion and I once again heard her yelp in what must have been a little pain.
I pierced her again, over and over; ensuring that there were several seconds between each hard thrust. I watched as her hand disappeared between her legs.
“Get your fingers away from your clit, Melanie. This time, you're going to cum when I say you can cum.”
I watched, somewhat in awe, as she acquiesced to my command and solemnly put her hands back on the table. I knew that in this moment she would obey me, regardless of what I asked of her.
I thrust hard inside her again, and paused, “Call me Daddy, like you did last night.”
“Yes Sir, Daddy Sir”, she said in a near-whimper.
I withdrew and slammed my cock home again.
“Who loves you?”
“You do, Daddy.”
She said that with a smile, despite her discomfort.
Another slam thrust.
“Grab your tits, harder. Harder! Whose tits are those?”
As Mel pinched and squeezed her breasts, she moaned, “Your tits, Daddy. Oh my fucking God!”
I pressed her back down onto the table and I rammed inside her again, then spanked her right ass cheek hard.
“Do you like that? Huh?”
“Spank my ass, Daddy! Please! Spank it!”
Instead of pausing, I sped up the rhythm and shoved it deep into her about every second or so. As I pulled out, I spanked her again, each fucking time.
“Spank my ass more Daddy!”
I yanked on her hair, pulling her head back uncomfortably. I didn’t stop fucking her.
“Whose ass, Melanie?” I pulled her hair even harder.
“Your ass, Daddy! I’m sorry, OW! It’s your ass… do what, OW! Do what you want, Daddy.”
What I wanted, I thought, was to fuck her forever. Fuck her pussy, fuck her ass, fuck her mouth, fill her with my cum, cover her with my cum, make her mine...
But time was short, and I struggled to keep my orgasm at bay. As much as I was trying to delay It, I knew it was going to happen very soon!
I leaned over her and whispered in her ear as my cock kept pounding inside her, “I love you, Melanie, so much. I love you.”
And I exploded inside her tight and trembling walls. My cum fired deep inside her. I watched as Mel gritted her teeth and grimaced and held her breath. Oh shit, I realized she’s trying not to cum because I told her not to. Dumbass! Can’t leave her hanging… or could I… maybe another day!
“Cum for me, honey,” was all I said.
In mere seconds, her pussy clenched my cock relentlessly as her orgasmic shock waves fired through her entire body. She finally let out her breath as all the tension went out of her and her body went limp.
I raised up on my hands and watched as she gasped for air, trying to return to some semblance of normalcy. I did a few mini-thrusts inside her which sent her into another minor tizzy.
Beep - Beep - Beep! Went the electronic kitchen timer, telling me to check the chicken in the oven.
Reluctantly, I withdrew from Mel and pulled my pants up most of the way. I shuffled over to the oven and pushed the timer off and checked the chicken breasts.
“Couple more minutes,” I informed Melanie. She hadn’t gotten up, and looked to be in danger of sliding off the table. I hustled back over there.
“Hey, babe! Come back! We have a dinner guest on the way!”
Mel’s eyes fluttered open and she looked a bit confused. “Why?” she asked.
“Because you invited her! Now come on, you gotta get up.”
“That’s not what I mean. Why did you fuck me that way?”
She looked up at me with big, doe eyes. Her expression could only be described as of a little girl who looked lost. It was as if she was trying to give meaning to a situation that she didn’t fully understand. The ‘tough as nails’ attorney was gone and I felt like I was looking into the eyes of a child.
Oh shit, I thought. Did I fuck up? I thought she liked it like this? Her diary was full of stuff like this… but… Might as well go with the truth.
I helped Mel stand up and then held her face in my hands.
“Mel. I keep saying that I love you. And I know that doesn’t make any sense, we barely know each other. But… since I saw you last night, I’ve wanted you. And not just your standard ‘want’, but so much more.
“I feel like,” I paused, running my fingers through my hair. “I don’t know, it sounds stupid. But I feel... primal, like a caveman in your presence. You just make me feel so, so raw, so basic. I… hunger for you, and I just… have to have you...”
I kissed her gently, and then pulled back, searching her face for what she was feeling. I couldn’t read her. My hands dropped to her hips.
She sighed, and said, “You said you aren’t like ‘him’.” She meant the dominant guy from her diary. “But, it seems almost like you’re trying to be.”
She pulled her shirt down over her breasts, and then pulled up her yoga pants.
I plunged forward, “Well, honestly, I feel like I’m competing with him. And competing with my daughter, and competing with every other guy in the world.” I was scrambling for something to say, but I felt like I was blowing it. I rubbed my forehead, trying to coax my brain to say something right. “You’re just… you’ve made me… aww shit, I don’t even know how to say what you mean to me. And I’m probably not right for you, and I’m probably not enough for you, and that… terrifies me. I can’t imagine not being with you. But now I see you’ve got something going with my daughter, and I just… I don’t know...”
I looked into her eyes and saw tears starting to well up and then run down her cheeks.
“Mel, It wasn’t my intention to hurt you, or make you cry, I just…”
“You didn’t hurt me.”
She paused for a moment as if trying to find the right words.
“It’s just very intense, having sex that way, and very emotional for me… as the… as your submissive.”
“I don’t know anything about that world, Melanie, only what I’ve read in your writings about your past experiences.”
Thankfully, her tears were starting to subside somewhat. She smiled a little smile at me.
“There’s something called ‘aftercare’. I just need you to hold me after we do something intense like that and we might need to talk about what we’ve done.”
I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight. I felt her press her body into mine and she clung to me tightly. We held each other for several minutes, the silence was broken occasionally by me whispering things like “I’ve got you” and “It’s okay”. Eventually, I broke our loving embrace.
Our eyes met.
“I just want you to know that you're not competing with anyone. Besides your daughter, you're the only other person that I’m seeing. I just need you to be yourself with me, and the rest will work itself out.”
A soft smile broke across our faces.
“I will, I promise,” I said simply.
“I’m going to grab a quick shower and get your cum out of me… again…”
She leaned in and kissed me gently before smiling and turning towards the master bedroom.
= = =
I slugged down the rest of my wine and refilled the glass. Damn, this bottle’s already empty! I was still trying to process what just went down a few minutes ago. We went from having sexy-fun-time to… a place of dominance and submission, in the space of about 15 seconds. Holy shit. My behavior concerned me a bit. Combined with last night’s behavior, I’m either a complete asshole, or I’m turning into… someone else.
A hard knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. My daughter Alice has arrived! This should be interesting, I thought.
I opened the door but didn’t let her in. Dad’s love to tease.
“Wrong house, lesbian!”
“Step aside, you adulterous old fart, you!” She gives as good as she gets, that’s why we get along so well. I held the door open and let her in.
She dropped a bag of crackers and cheeses on the table, the very table that I was fucking Mel on just five minutes ago.
“No hug for Daddy, li’l punkins?”
“Of course!” and she hugged me hard. I kissed her on her forehead.
“What smells so good? Ohh! You’re making your chicken! Hey, where’s Mel?”
“She uh… she needed a quick shower.”
Alice gave me a knowing look as she unbuttoned the top button of her beige blouse. It went well with her business suit which was comprised of a navy blue jacket and skirt with black lawyer pumps. Do lawyers wear pantyhose? Mel didn’t, but I don’t know if Alice did as I wasn’t supposed to be looking at her legs.
“Yeah, I’m sure. She and I have needed ‘quick showers’, too, ya know.”
I let that one go by because, really, what would I say? We chatted for a few minutes while I finished up the vegetables and rice. Alice opened up more wine.
“Really? I didn’t think you’d be up for any alcohol tonight! You know, considering…”
“Oh dad! I’m not a kid! That’s wasn’t my first time being drunk.”
“Well, honey. You need to be careful. Just saying. There are bad guys out there that will take advantage of you in that condition.”
“Yeah right, Dad! You mean, like how you took advantage of Melanie last night? That was quite an interesting video you left on my phone.” Alice gave me a knowing look.
Oh shit! I guess I knew she would see that, but it was weird to be confronted by my own daughter.
“Yeah, well, it was consensual. Trust me.” I didn’t know what else to say. I was praying Melanie would re-appear.
And re-appear she did.
“Hey guys!” she said as she strode confidently towards both of us. She was wearing a short, light blue faded denim jean skirt with tight berry colored tank top. Her big breasts were gently swaying from side to side and her nipples were poking through the thin material which made it very evident that she wasn’t wearing a bra.
Alice set her wine down in anticipation and was rewarded with a big hug. And a juicy kiss. A rather long, juicy kiss. And the kiss kept going, and I began to wonder why I was there!
“Ahem!” I cleared my throat. “Sorry to intrude, but…”
Mel released Alice, then turned to me and gave me an equally juicy kiss. Now that’s more like it! My cock, feeble as it was from all the activity, did manage a slight twitch. I was proud of that guy, considering all he’d been through.
“Okay, that’s enough, you two,” intoned Alice.
Mel giggled, I laughed, and then so did Alice.
“Dinner is ready,” I announced, and they sat down while I dished out the meal. Mel and Alice sat down on the long side of the table, I sat at the head of the table, next to Mel, of course. We chatted about little things like how much they liked the food, what was in it, what happened at the office…
And then it hit.
“So Melanie,” started Alice as she finished up her chicken. “I’ve told you all the good stuff about my dad. But there are some other things you need to know.”
I was like, what the fuck? She better not be sabotaging me!
“First off, he will always, and I mean always, dance the ‘Electric Slide’ whenever it’s played. Weddings, bars, clubs, the kitchen… it’s embarrassing!”
“No kidding? Teach me!” piped in Mel.
“Never!” I replied. “I’m turning over a new leaf. No more dancing, or ‘sliding’.”
Mel ran her hand up my thigh. “You sure?”
“Well, maybe not…”
“And another thing,” continued my darling daughter. “He loves music. Which is fine, but he really loves it. To the point where he will tell you who sang what song, the year it was released, band member’s names, what bands they used to be in, it’s really annoying. Oh, and he plays air guitar, it’s so stupid.”
“Thanks, honey!” I was getting embarrassed. She was really helping me out. Yep.
“So you’re like a savant then?” Mel asked.
“Yeah, an Idiot Savant, that’s me!”
We goofed around some more, or rather, they goofed on me some more. But it was all in fun and didn’t seem to bother Melanie much. In fact, I think maybe I looked a little better in her eyes after this, somehow. My daughter actually was helping me!
Then she said something kind of weird.
“Dad, when are you serving the papers?”
I just about spit my food out. “How do you know about that? I haven’t told anybody! Not even Melanie!”
“Makenna told me. She works over at Dewey, Cheatem, and Howe. Apparently, you’ve been over there a lot lately.”
“Wow, so much for Attorney-Client privilege! But to answer your question, I think Wednesday is the day.” I played with my food a little bit. This was very personal, I didn’t want to involve Melanie in my shit like this. But, here we all are, so…
“How do you think your mom will take it?” I asked Alice.
“Not good. She’ll cry for a couple days, then she’ll be pissed, then she’ll pretend it didn’t happen. But, seriously Dad, what are *you* going to do? Remember, we talked about this last year.”
Oh yeah. My wife can’t remember a damn thing, but my kids, they remember everything. Damn it!
“What did you say, Dad? Something like, ‘I never want to get married again. I don’t even want a relationship. I just want to get with as many women as I can.’”
Wow, we went from fun to dead serious in just ten seconds. Mel gave me a funny look I couldn’t decipher. I think she liked watching me squirm. Yeah, she definitely was liking this.
“I... may... have said something like that, in a moment of stress,” I admitted. “But, I certainly didn’t expect to meet anyone like Melanie.”
The mood in the room changed from affable to somber in half a heartbeat.
“I had better not be just some notch on your dad’s proverbial belt,” Melanie said to Alice, then turned to me and gave me a stone-cold expression that scared me. Then, she broke into a big smile and gently rubbed my leg under the table.
“Of course, maybe he’s just another notch in my lipstick case!” Mel continued.
Mel and Alice seemed to think that was uproariously funny.
“Oh, and what else did you say, Dad? Something about always wanting to be with a black girl?”
Alice smiled at me.
“That’s enough!” I mock-shouted. “Go to your room!”
“Fine, my room is Mel’s room,” Alice replied. “See ya later!” And she grabbed Mel’s hand and started to get up.
“Okay, okay,” I said, defeated again by women. “Point made. Sit, please.”
Mel patted my hand. “It’s okay honey, I’ll get you a black girl!”
I stuck my tongue out at Alice and held Mel’s hand. We’re all very mature.
“Well, Alice, what about you and Ryan? You two seemed all hot and heavy, and yet you’re here on a Friday night.” I left that one hanging out there for her to mull over.
“Yeah,” began Alice, grabbing Mel’s hand again. “I think we’re taking a break, or at least I am from him.”
“Excuse me!” cried Mel. “I can hardly eat with both of you grabbing my hands all the time!”
We both let go, smirking at each other like little kids.
“You were saying?” I prodded.
“Ryan, he, well he wants to get married. I mean like right now. And get the babies started and all that shit. I’m only 21! I’m not ready to roll over and die just yet! Christ!”
We all clinked our glasses to that one. None of us are ready to roll over and die, I thought.
We set our glasses down and kind of looked at each other. There was an 1,800-pound elephant in the room that we were tip-toeing around. I figured that this was as good as good a time as any to acknowledge the big fucker’s presence.
“So,” I began, and the ladies turned to me and waited patiently for me to say something of extreme import and eloquence.
“What the hell do we do next?” I asked. It wasn’t really all that eloquent.
Alice piped up with a suggestion. “Well, I think you should do the dishes and then excuse yourself and go home!” She seemed awfully pleased with herself.
Mel didn’t say anything.
“Well, I do have to go home soon,” I allowed. “But I was expecting some help with the dishes. I mean, I cooked all this!”
“Don’t worry, babe,” Mel said to me. “We’ll all do them.”
Great. So we’ve got the kitchen duties all settled. That was really weighing heavily on my mind.
“So then,” I continued to press forward. “What do we do tomorrow, and Sunday, and next week? I mean you two are… what, exactly? And Mel…”
I found my throat tightening up and my eyes getting a little damp. I was being overtaken by my emotions. Some ‘Dominant’ I’m turning out to be. I grabbed Mel’s hand for the 7th or 8th time this night.
“Mel. This isn’t it, is it? For you and me? What we’ve shared in the last day or so… I can’t just let you go… I can’t...”
Mel smiled at me with a killer smile that just about broke down all my defenses.
“Babe,” she said and paused.
“Daddy”, she continued with a smile and a laugh. “This was all so… unexpected… you and I. But I’m not done with you, not by a long shot! But, Alice and I have been seeing each other and we aren’t stopping, are we Alice?”
Alice shook her head violently ‘No’.
“So we will work something out,” Mel stated. “I promise. I don’t want to lose you, either.”
I sat back in my chair and closed my eyes, relieved. But also, somewhat jealous. Or maybe a lot jealous. Of my own daughter. But as they say, ‘It is what it is.’
“Alice,” I began. “You often say I’m too stubborn, not open to new ideas.”
She nodded, of course, because I am stubborn!
“But I’m open to this… whatever this relationship is.”
Alice shrugged her shoulders as if to say ‘whatever.’ I leaned over and kissed Mel gently on her lips.
At least, I think I’m open to this.
We kicked Jim out without making him do the dishes. Well not kicked, of course. He and I had gone through an awful lot since last night. It was an emotional roller coaster for both of us. Neither of us was expecting to meet someone and experience the… gamut of emotions we did. I truly felt strongly for him. But he needed to go, I needed to think, and I knew Alice needed me.
“Go sit down on the couch, honey, and I’ll open another bottle of wine.”
I knew this had to be traumatic for Alice. The impending divorce of her parents, ending a long relationship with her boyfriend and finding out your girlfriend was having sex with your father. That would be enough to make anyone seek psychiatric help, and I wanted to make sure she was all right.
I sat the bottle down on the coffee table and she filled our glasses. I wasn’t even sure where to begin.
“I hope that breaking up with Ryan didn’t have anything to do with me.”
“He was putting a lot of unwanted pressure on me and I didn’t appreciate it.”
“I’ve been there too, you have to do what’s right for you.”
It was what I wanted to hear, but I didn’t want to sound condescending about it. Then, our eyes met.
“He also demanded that I stopped seeing you. He said it was time for me to grow up and end my… how did he put it… ‘lesbian experimentation phase’.”
A smile broke across my face.
“You don’t strike me as the quintessential lesbian.”
“Me? At least I’m not fucking your father.”
For a split second, I was worried until she burst out in laughter and I took her hand.
“It wasn’t anything I planned, Alice. It just happened.”
“You’re good for him and I’m happy for both of you. I… I’m just not sure I want to share you… with anyone.”
“It wasn’t easy for me sharing… I mean… you know… you being with Ryan, but I wanted to give you the space you needed and not put demands on you.”
“I’ve always appreciated that. You always gave me the room to find my own way.”
“Well, I’m happy to hear that I’m not just some ‘lesbian experimentation’ fling to you, then.”
We both burst into laughter.
“I think you know that you’re not that,” she said.
We paused to take a sip of our wine and it gave me a moment to collect my thoughts.
“This is starting to sound serious, Alice. Are we ummm… getting serious?”
She looked down. For the first time, I could tell she was nervous. Her eyes traveled upwards until they met mine.
“I just broke up with my boyfriend… for you. Yes, I want to get serious.”
I had wanted to hear those words come out of her mouth for a long time, but I tried to keep my best poker-face going.
“I didn’t ask you to break up with him honey, but... I’d be lying if I said I didn’t secretly hope it would happen.”
She took my hand and held it securely.
“I didn’t know if you’d be ready for me to feel this way about you, Mel.”
She paused, and I could tell she was trying to choose her words carefully.
“I’m in love with you and I couldn’t keep seeing Ryan knowing that you were the one I wanted to be with.”
Her loving words were bringing me to tears. In some ways, Alice was an open book. She was always warm, affectionate, and nurturing. However, she could be somewhat guarded, especially in matters of the heart.
“I’m in love with you too Alice, I'm sure of it.”
I could feel the tears begin to well up in my eyes and I had to take a moment to collect myself before I could continue speaking.
“I don't know how I would have made it through the past few months without you. You pulled me out of such a dark place, and when I think about you now, I'm not sure I can picture my life without you in it.”
She looked at me with hunger in her eyes.
“Why don't you take me to bed.”
I looked into her dark, mysterious brown eyes and it was difficult for me not to get lost in them. I rose from the couch and gently pulled her up to her feet and we walked hand-in-hand to the bedroom.
Thankfully, the room had aired out in the last several hours and it no longer smelled like sex. However, the irony of the situation wasn't lost on Alice.
“So, you and my dad spent the entire day in here?” She said as we faced each other while standing next to the bed.
“Well, he did cook dinner and change the linens, but if you want a play-by-play commentary, I guess that could be arranged.”
“Do you really want me to spend the rest of my life in therapy?” I watched as a smile broke across her face. She had such a wonderful sense of humor.
“No honey,” I said softly, “I think I have some better ideas concerning how you can spend the rest of your life.”
We melted into each other's arms and hungrily kissed while our bodies sensually crushed together. Within moments, our hands were exploring up and down each other's sides and we began removing each other's clothes at what could only be described as a frenzied pace. In what seemed like mere seconds, our apparel was in a pile at our feet and our tongues once again met and continued to explore each other's mouths. I could hear her moan as my hands roamed down and cupped both cheeks of her firm round bottom.
Alice pulled back slightly which broke our kiss and gave me the opportunity to playfully push her back onto the bed. I removed my tank top which exposed my breasts and then slid down on top of her and I felt her long legs wrap around my torso and our mouths once met.
I could feel her hands roam over my body as our breasts sensuously compressed together. She moved her thigh between my legs and began running her knee over my now very wet vagina. I broke our kiss and my mouth traveled down to her erect nipple as I hungrily sucked and gently bit.
“Oh God Mel,” was all she could manage to say between the gasps and moans as a result of my very wanton onslaught on her body.
I wasn't sure what had come over me, but I almost felt delirious due to the frenzied pace of our intimacy. I couldn't help but think that at least part of this was due to the type of sex that Jim and I had earlier. My mouth traveled from her neck to her mouth, and then back down to her breasts. It was almost as if I couldn't get enough of her.
My actions only seemed to arouse her even more, and I felt her rub her knee against my pussy at a heightened rate. I set up on my knees on the bed, still straddling her leg and they took a moment to admire her beautiful body. Alice is waifish at 5’3” and maybe 110 pounds. Yet, her body is incredibly tight and toned, and she's a natural redhead, one of those lucky redheads who has a darker skin tone and she's able to tan without burning.
I knew what she wanted from that lustful, hungry look in her eyes, but I couldn't help to delay and tease her just a little more. I moved my torso until our wet pussies were perfectly aligned and I begin to gently rub on her.
I leaned forward and pinned her hands down to the mattress with mine. My mouth once again attached to hers, and between kisses, I whispered.
“Tell me what you want, baby.”
Her eyes were tightly closed and I could tell she was lost in the passion of our gentle tribbing motion.
“Oh God Mel, please” she whimpered.
“Tell me, baby,” I huskily teased.
“Oh fuck Mel, please,” she moaned between labored breaths. “Just put your mouth on me.”
I kissed her mouth hard again and then moved down to her breasts. I couldn't resist kissing and then gently biting each erect brown nipple again. I then extended my tongue and licked down her stomach leaving a small saliva trail. She eagerly opened her legs which allowed me access to her most intimate area and I quickly crawled between them.
I resisted the urge to give her what she wanted because I couldn't help but continue this tormenting tease that I knew was driving her crazy.
I heard her moan as I slowly kissed the inside of her thighs and felt her run her hands through my hair lovingly. I continued to plant soft little kisses on each of her thighs until she was gasping for breath. There was visible moisture on the lips of her vagina and her delicious, sweet scent was now emanating throughout the room.
“Please Mel,” she whimpered and moaned which caused me to look up from between her legs and smile.
I softly kissed the petals of her vagina and she began to grind her vagina into my mouth. I couldn't remember a time was she was so excited and worked up. I extended my tongue and made it long and flat and sunk it into the core of her sex over and over. Her head jerked sensually from side to side and I felt her hands continue to run through my hair as she gently pushed my face deeper into her pussy.
The more I licked her, the harder her hips bucked and I found it increasingly difficult to keep my mouth on her. I wrapped my arms underneath her thighs and held her tight which allowed me to keep my tongue on her.
I looked up from between her legs and her eyes were tightly closed, and her fingers were pulling and rubbing her her erect nipples.
While she softly continued to moan, I retracted my tongue and ran it up and down her slit. Her juices were flowing over my mouth and running down the inside of her thighs. Her body stiffened, and between moans, she gasped.
“I'm almost there, just a little bit more.”
I quickened the pace and flicked my tongue over her clit.
Her body became rigid and shook violently as she went over the edge in orgasm.
I immediately withdrew my mouth because I know how sensitive her clit gets during climax and I didn't want to ruin the experience for her. I looked up from between her legs and gently licked the wetness from the inside of her thighs until her senses came back to her.
Our eyes met and she put her hands on the sides of my face and pulled me up between her legs and our lips met as we sensually kissed. It turned me on knowing that she could taste herself on my mouth. I felt her legs wrap around me and our breasts crushed together as our tongues continued to explore each other's mouths.
“I want to taste you, Mel,” she said hungrily after breaking our kiss.
She slid over to my side which allowed me to lay on my stomach and rest my head on the pillow near the headboard. I could feel her hands rubbing up and down my bottom while her mouth moved between my shoulder blades and I felt hot little kisses on the top of my back.
I felt her kiss and lick down my spine while simultaneously kneading the cheeks of my ass roughly. Then, she did something very unexpected and brought her hand down lightly on one of my cheeks and I jumped slightly as a cracking sound echoed throughout the bedroom.
“Oww… fuck…” I said playfully, as I felt her mouth kiss the tender flesh that she had just slapped.
“I think you liked that,” she said, while roughly rubbing the cheeks of my bottom
She was her father’s child.
I then felt her teeth lightly sink into my bottom which caused me to gasp and cry out.
“Get your ass up in the air sexy,” I heard her say hungrily, and I complied with her request while simultaneously spreading my legs so she could crawl in between them.
“Kiss it and make it feel better, honey,” I said between gasps of air.
I felt her hands on my cheeks as she gently spread them apart and I felt her tongue sink into my asshole. I cried out and gripped the sheets tightly in fear that I would flail out of the bed.
Her fingers then gently pried apart the lips of my vagina and I felt her tongue lick up and down my slit from my clit back up to my ass. Her tongue felt amazing and I had to concentrate on keeping my hips still so her mouth would not break contact with my vagina.
She then pressed her mouth hard against me and I felt her tongue lick the walls of my pussy. My hips were slowly rotating backward, almost involuntarily. I was trying to hold back my orgasm, but that was quickly becoming more and more difficult.
I felt her tongue move upward and then she sunk it into my bottom which caused me to gasp and cry out. She then moved her thumb to my clit and began rubbing and a small, circular motion.
I screamed out as my orgasm overtook me and wave after wave crashed into me.
I collapsed into the bed and tried to catch my breath. Alice moved up my body and then snuggled up beside me as we tenderly held each other, our arms and legs intertwined. A wave of emotion swept over me as we kissed, and I pulled her closer to me. It felt so wonderful holding the woman that I loved tight in my arms. I knew from that moment I’d never let her go.
We embraced each other for several minutes, just communicating with kisses, rubs, and feels. Words weren’t enough to explain how I felt, and I know she felt it also.
Eventually we relaxed, Alice’s head resting on my breast. After a few minutes, she spoke.
“My Dad is really crazy for you Mel, you know that right? I could tell, at dinner.”
I thought for a moment and tried to choose my words carefully.
“I’m crazy about him too Alice, but I have to admit, I’m afraid of losing you over him.”
Our eyes met and I could see the wounded look.
“How could you even say that! You’re not going to lose me, Melanie.” She came up and kissed me; a soft, wet, loving kiss.
“When it comes to him, I’ll give you a ‘hall pass,’ but he’s the only one. Aside from my father, we are exclusive, and if either of us wants to change that, then we’ll talk about it, does that sound fair?”
“It sounds more than fair, honey, it sounds perfect.”
She leaned in again and we passionately kissed for several long moments.
The room smelled like sex… again… which seemed to lend itself perfectly with the light film of sweat that was blending on our bodies as we held each other.
My mind wandered as we snuggled, I couldn’t help but ponder the peculiar juxtaposition of my father/daughter lovers. Both were equally passionate. However, she was so kind, caring, tender, gentle, and loving while he… well, he’s a bit more complicated. He’s all those things, too, somewhat. But he also seemed to be discovering his male energy, either again or for the first time, I didn’t know. She took me to beautiful heights of loving ecstasy, and he brought me to hard and wild orgasmic places that were verging on the dark side of the spectrum.
It was an interesting duality and I was having a difficult time squaring it in my mind. I was beginning to realize I needed them both. I needed Alice’s love, caring, and devotion more than anything. But I needed Jim to tear me up once in awhile, almost as much.
I twitched a little as Alice’s fingers grazed over my sex. The sudden stimulation brought me back to the now.
“You still with me?” Alice asked. “Seems like you went away for awhile.”
“Sorry, baby,” I said softly. “There is one more issue, but I’m reluctant to bring it up.”
“Yeah, what’s that, counselor?”
“Your dad said he wanted a black girl, just what do you propose we do about it?”
She thought for a moment.
“Latrice, that paralegal on Brad’s team. She’s beautiful, has a great bod, recently divorced, and also perhaps a little more, shall we say, ‘age appropriate?’ And, it’s rumored she likes a little cream in her coffee.”
I giggled, “She does, huh?”
“Of course she does, I know everything about everyone.”
“Well, your dad has a lot of cream, that’s for sure.”
“Jesus!” Alice smacked her forehead. “Okay, darling, I didn’t know that and I didn’t need to know that!”
I teased Alice a bit more, “I think he was thinking more along the lines of a threesome, though.”
She laughed, then pinched my nipple rather hard. That seems to run in the family.
“R-i-i-ight, I’m letting him sleep with my girlfriend and as far as I’m concerned, I’ve gone way above and beyond when it comes to sharing.”
“I know, honey,” I reassured her. Thankfully, she relaxed her nipple-grip.
“Just teasing, I don’t want anyone else in my bed but you two.”
“So,” Alice said as she sat up in bed, crossing her arms over her breasts. “This sharing bullshit I have to put up with, I’m thinking… once every two or three months? Maybe six months?”
I laughed. I was still learning about Jim, but I was fairly certain he’d have a problem with that timetable.
“Maybe a little more often than that? What about once a week, maybe? At least until he falls in love with Latrice and forgets about me.”
Alice grabbed me by the chin and look directly into my eyes. “My love, he will never… could never forget about you.”
I love Alice. I really do. I mean, Jim is great, but I love her.
“And speaking of my father,” she continued, “feel like having some fun?”
“Ummm… What do you have in mind?”
I watched as she reached over to the nightstand and grabbed her iPhone.
“Just go with it, Mel.”
Back to the Old Man
The drive home sure was weird, my mind was not on the road. I had just left my new lover alone with her current lover, my daughter. And she didn’t break up with me, we’re just… sharing, I guess? Mel and I kissed each other deeply as I left, and she said we’d get together very soon. But I also saw the way she and Alice behaved with each other; I think they are far more serious than either of them know, or have admitted. I surprised myself when I arrived home, I barely remember navigating my car.
I was looking forward to hashing this out over a nice glass of Spotswoode that a friend gave me last weekend, but I was thrown another curve. Although it was about 8 o'clock at night, my wife was wide awake and sitting in the living room. Normally, she was three sheets to the wind by this time of the night and asleep in the bed. But she seemed to be drinking ice water at the moment, and she didn’t seem fuzzy at all.
“Come, sit down,” Suzie indicated the chair across the couch from her. “Did you get something to eat?”
“Sure thing. We had some, uh, chicken brought in. Wasn’t bad. What’s uh, what’s going on?” I cocked my head, ready to listen to what she had to say. I hoped her mother wasn’t acting up again, that crazy old bag will be the death of me yet.
She sipped her ice water, then spoke.
“Don’t interrupt me, okay? This is hard for me.” She squirmed in her seat, trying to get comfortable, I guess.
“We’ve been married… 30 years now. And believe me, it’s been a great ride! We’ve got a lovely daughter--”
Who’s turning into a lesbian and probably right now eating out my new girlfriend’s pussy.
“And this great house,” she continued. “And we’ve got a little money. But, let’s face it. Neither of us is particularly happy… and I think… maybe…” She pursed her lips and struggled to get the words out. Fidgeting some more, she finally just sat up straight. I could see what was coming.
“Well,” she began again. “I hope you won’t be mad at me like you have been for the last three years, but I went and saw a lawyer today. I think we should get divorced.”
She sat back and drained her ice water, she seemed rather pleased with herself. I have to admit I was pretty pleased with her, too. It was good to see her do something! Still, I didn’t quite know how to react. I mean, jumping up and down exuberantly might be in poor taste. So I tried to remain calm.
I got up and sat next to her on the sofa and clasped her hands in mine.
“Honey. I agree with you. It’s been mostly great, but the last few years… well it just went away or something, didn’t it? I mean, it’s nobody’s fault, right?”
“You aren’t mad?” she implored. “I didn’t want to hurt you, but I can’t go on like this.”
“Well, Suzie, you’re braver than me. I saw a lawyer two weeks ago and still haven’t worked up the courage to tell you! Kudos to you for--”
Suzie threw her drink in my face. Except, she had already drank all the water out of it. So five or six ice cubes bonked me in the face. I sat there stunned.
Suzie burst out laughing, then a few moments later I did too. The situation was absurd, there was nothing else to do but laugh. We hugged for almost a minute, this was the closest we’d been in years.
“Are we… happy?” she ventured. “Should we celebrate?”
“Um, I think so? Yes, let’s!” We went to the kitchen where I pulled out a leftover New Year's Dom Perignon bottle from the chiller.
I filled the glasses, then we linked our drinking arms wedding-style.
“To ‘Not Us!’” I proposed.
“Not Us!” she responded. And we clinked our glasses, then kissed for a moment. We laughed some more and she got out some grapes and cheeses and began spreading them out for us.
“So is there another guy? Or you just gonna go free-style?”
“Gene Felder,” she answered, smiling. “We’ve been, ummm… seeing each other… for about six months.”
“Gene Felder? Oh, you can do better than that! He’s an assho--”
Suzie tilted her head down and glared at me. Oops. I’m bad-mouthing her new man. Let him have her, dumbass!
“Sorry,” I offered.
She laughed. “I know, he’s a bit of an asshole. But he’s not that bad, and he’s loaded. And most importantly, he just adores me!”
“Well, he’s a lucky guy.” I raised my glass to her and finished my champagne. I was happy for her. A happy wife makes for a happy divorce. At least I hoped it would.
“How about you, Jim? Got anybody?”
Oh, I just fucked the most awesome woman ever in your house yesterday, twice. Spanked her, too. Then we made love most of today, buttfucked her, kind of made her my submissive and fucked her some more. And I’m head over heels in lust and love with her.
“Well, to be honest… I’m not sure. I met somebody, yesterday, actually. But I don’t know how it’s going to turn out. We’ll have to see on that one. But, no, there hasn’t been anyone else before that.”
Suzie smiled at me as we munched our grapes and drank more champagne and ate some Gouda. We chatted about Alice, and about who gets what piece of art and which car. I was having fun with my wife, it was pretty nice! Maybe we can be friends, after the divorce.
= = =
I sat in the guest room lounge chair after I moved in some of my stuff. No need for pretense anymore, and maybe Suzie could get a good night sleep without my snoring to wake her up in the early hours.
I gazed out the window into the blackness, wishing I had a cigarette. And I don’t even smoke. But it seemed like the thing to do when you’re brooding. And I was brooding big time.
Melanie, my Mel. What am I going to do with you? What are you going to do with me?
Do I really love you? Or is it just lust? Am I even going to get a chance to find out? Why do you have to be in love with my daughter? She wets the bed for chrissake! Okay, that was when she was 3, but still!
My buzzing phone interrupted my thoughts. A text… from... Alice? At 11:30 at night? She better not be gloating.
I can still ground the little slut. Even if she is 21!
Oh, it’s a video attachment, not a text. I clicked on it and watched.
“Hi, Daddy! Somebody wants to say hello!”
I could see my daughter’s face smiling at me as she held the phone selfie-style. She turned the phone 180 degrees to where Mel lay naked on the bed. Then she went down to Mel’s feet in a close-up. She slowly panned the screen up Mel’s leg until her beautiful sex came into close-up view in the dim light.
Two of Alice’s fingers went right inside Mel’s pussy, moved around a bit, and came back out, glistening with female juices.
“I did that to her, Daddy,” I heard my daughter giggle off-screen. “Look how wet she is! Mmmmm!” I could hear slurping noises as I guess she was licking her fingers with Mel’s tasty juices on them.
The camera continued to pan up, past her full breast and rigid nipple, and then pulled back a bit so Mel’s face came into view.
“Give me the phone, silly,” commanded Mel. “And go take a shower, you little slut!”
The phone turned around and Alice stuck her tongue out at me, then flipped me off. The phone went wild as it apparently dropped on the bed, then Mel picked it up and spoke into it.
“Hey Jim,” she sighed, smiling at me. “I know you’re wondering what’s going to happen. Well, don’t. Alice and I are deeply in love, but there’s some room for you, too. No, not a threesome! You pervert! But I can’t let you go. I need Alice so much, but I… I think I need you, too. Call me tomorrow, okay? Much love.”
And she put two fingers to her mouth and kissed them, then put them on the camera. More fumbling, and the video stopped.
I texted back to my daughter and told her I loved her, and that I loved Mel too.
Because I know I do love Mel. And even if I can’t have her in my bed forever, I think she will be in my life forever.
And that ain’t too shabby, for a semi-old guy like me.
= = The End = =
Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it. Votes and intelligent comments are welcomed and much appreciated!
A massive ‘Thank You’ to Melanieatplay, without whom none of this would’ve happened. She’s an absolute treasure! Please search her name on this site and check out her stories, they’re awesome. Her "Meeting James" stories are referenced here. And you may have noticed her story “Tender Trap” is the (currently) highest rated story of all time, so I’m very lucky to have her help on this! Huggggs to you, Mel! :)