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“Jan, being with you like this is like starting my life over again.  I think that you’re my Eve, and Roger handed me the apple, though that’s not the best metaphor for us, since he took away the guilt.  All I mean is that you’ve made me feel young again, but mostly you’ve made me feel
whole
again. For years I’ve been half a man sexually.  Hear her over there.  She loves me—I know she does—but she loves women more.”

I felt I needed to apologize for my swipe at Nadine’s sexual preference.  “I’m sorry for what I said about your wife… and practice.”

“You were being honest.  Nadine and I have always had this understanding that she needed female … ah … companionship every once in a while, and our sex life did exist though it’s been rather vanilla over the years.  I never felt I was short-changed until I met you.  That first time!  I felt the electricity.  That’s when I knew something was missing.”

“I felt something too,” I said, however two thoughts occurred to me and I had to ask.  “You never said anything to Roger about me, right?”

“You mean about being attracted to you?  Heavens no!”

“Roger’s always been a perceptive man, but he must have smoked us out very early.  The loveable dolt figured out it wasn’t just flirting.  He somehow knew I wanted you, and no matter what he says, he knew all along that it was about more than sex.”

Griffin’s expression changed.  I saw something beyond lust, so he may have felt I had been on the fence about him, an ambivalence I admit I perpetuated, perhaps out of fear of the future.  He was thinking of the future too.  “Where do we go from here, Jan?  Isn’t that the central question we all must answer?”

“My husband may not have envisioned his plan as an open marriage, but that option may be the only one.  Neither one of us wants a divorce.  We still care about our spouses.  I know I still love Roger, and you don’t want to hurt your daughter.”

Mentioning Heather brought about another expression change.  For a lawyer Griffin was a surprisingly easy read.  His eyes just now confirmed what my ears heard last night.  He loved his daughter more than what was healthy and acceptable.  They most certainly had fucked on my sofa.  How many times and for how long?  It had to stop, but saying something could kill what we were building and I couldn’t take that chance.  After he agreed that we couldn’t do anything that would hurt Heather, I asked the other question I needed to ask.

“Did Nadine ever draw you into a threesome with one of her bi girlfriends?”

“Where did that come from?”

“I’m still trying to envision an open marriage, where we were all free to be with whomever we pleased.  That might mean a threesome of you, me and Nadine.  Or maybe one with you, me and Roger.  Well?”

“I’ll answer your question.  Yes, we did have some threesomes a few years ago, but it was clear to me each time that her friends weren’t into men and I’d get left out.  Nobody wants to feel left out.”

“If we do head toward some open arrangement then we have to understand someone may be left out, not to mention Heather being left out entirely.”

There was that facial expression again.  When he answered, “Heather won’t be left out,” I was afraid for the first time.  She may have a ‘thing’ for her father, but if he had a ‘thing’ for his daughter then there would be no long-term relationship for us.  That was my fear.

I was playing with his cock while we talked.  He responded like I knew he would.  “One more time,” I cooed before spreading my legs for him.  He knelt between them and teased the head of his cock between my labia and around my clit.  I moaned, “Stop that,” and pulled him into me.

As we began fucking he talked.  “You make me feel young again … I want to be with you forever … You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever been with … This is like being in heaven … You’ve changed me …”

Breathlessly I said, “Stop talking and fuck me harder!”

We came together, and I was certain we’d been loud enough that anyone in the house heard us.

Like in a tawdry made-for-TV movie we wrapped ourselves in bedsheets before walking downstairs.  Passing the closed master bedroom door we heard Nadine and Carolyn talking.  They too must be pondering the uncertain future.

Heather was sitting with Roger on a sofa as we descended the stairwell in our impromptu togas, and when I saw her face I knew there’d be trouble.

She belligerently said, “Why do you two have to flaunt it?  Isn’t it enough that you can get away with fucking like horny teens whenever you want now?”

Griffin said, “You’re an adult now, or so you claim.  Start acting like one and stop this childish behavior.  Yes, you are the one being childish, not us.  We’re all old enough to make our own sexual decisions as long as no one gets hurt.  You don’t see Roger getting upset, do you?”

Heather quickly stood, and as she walked away in a huff she said, “We made love, Dad!  Did that mean
ANYTHING
to you?”

There it was.  The biggest cat of all was out of the proverbial bag.

Griffin and I sat down on the love seat. Griffin said, “I’m sorry for that.  Sometimes things are said in the heat of the moment that shouldn’t be said.”

Roger responded, “It’s not what shouldn’t be said.  It’s what shouldn’t be done, or when done hidden away.”

Griffin said, “What do you mean?” though he knew exactly what my husband meant.

“Look, Griff, we know you slept with Heather.  We know how she feels about you.  I’ll speak for Jan and say that we don’t necessary condemn it, but that something like that needs to be faced head-on.”  Griffin hung his head as Roger continued, “You just saw her pain.  She’s hurting right now, and it’s not my place to console her.  That’s your job.”

“Yeah, I know.  I’ll go get dressed and then talk to her.”  He looked longingly at me before saying, “Please don’t leave.”

As Griffin walked off, I went over and sat next to Roger.  “You care about that girl, don’t you?” I stated as I took his hand in mine.

Roger thought about it before saying, “She’s actually a pretty level-headed young lady even with all the baggage she has to lug around.”

“You mean her unhealthy desire for her dad?”

“I wouldn’t call it unhealthy, like it’s a sickness or something.  But yes, it is detrimental to her future to keep that taboo fire stoked.”

I laid my head against him and said, “I thought for a while that you and she would make a great couple, but maybe that was my wishful thinking around being free to be with Griff.”

Roger chuckled and said, “You’re already ‘free’ to be with Griff as far as I’m concerned, and you know by now your happiness is still my number one desire.”  I lifted my eyes to meet his as he added, “I never would’ve thought the toga look would make you look even more beautiful than you are.”

After having spent several hours last night and today blissfully in bed with another man, I wanted nothing more now than to kiss my husband.  The passion both of us declared gone was back with a vengeance.  How silly of me to cry.

When Roger discovered my tears he pulled away and asked me what was wrong.  Between sobs I told him that I loved him and that I was conflicted in loving two men.  I told him that I didn’t know how I could handle being shared, and that I was concerned about how Nadine and especially Heather would ever accept me as part of their lives.

He said, “I’m concerned about Nadine and Heather too, but one thing I’m not concerned with is you handling both of us.  I think you can do that.”

“You’re unbelievable,” I said to him when I realized he was hard again.

He knew what I meant.  “I told you I liked the toga look.”

We kissed, and soon the sheet was off of me and his shorts were on the floor.  I begged him to take me hard, and of course the most perceptive man I knew did exactly as I wanted.  He took me from behind, riding low to make sure he was roughly grazing my clit on every thrust.  His hands firmly held my hips, but nothing could hold back my screaming as wave after wave of orgasmic delight washed over me.

Afterwards we lay together with barely enough room on the Langmans’ sofa.  There wasn’t anything to say so we remained quiet in post-orgasmic languor until Nadine and Carolyn came downstairs.

Chapter 20

Roger

I’m not beyond admiring these two older women as they descend the stairs, holding hands in naked nonchalance.  Carolyn has an angular yet refined elegance that’s hard to describe, and I realize what a nice counterpoint she is to Nadine’s voluptuousness.  It was obvious that Nadine was surprised to see Jan with me and not her husband.

Before they could speak I said, “You two have the glow about you.”

Carolyn laughed as she approached.  “Roger, you definitely are a man who appreciates ‘glow’ in any woman you see,” she said while pointing at my crotch.  Sure enough, my buddy had leapt up again at the sight of them.  Jan looked and then laughed along with her.

Nadine was more concerned about where her family was at the moment, seeing Griffin wasn’t with us.  “Do you know where he went?” she asked us.  “And what about Heather?”

Jan answered, “Griffin said he was going to speak with Heather.  Honestly, Roger and I weren’t paying much attention after that.”

Carolyn said, “I bet you weren’t.”  She was staring at Jan, and I knew what she was thinking.  After all, I knew how beautiful she was especially after an orgasm.  The glow, and a woman who loved women surely was attracted to it like a moth to a light bulb.

Whether it was from jealousy or she was turned on too, Nadine held out her hand to Jan and invited her to go for a swim.  As the three nude women padded toward the back patio and the pool, Nadine said to me “Why don’t you see if Heather is okay.”  The way she said it indicated to me that she knew something was wrong.  Once more I wondered how much of the incestuous father-daughter relationship she knew about.

I admit I was conflicted about where I wanted to go.  On one hand I wanted to follow the ladies outside and watch what assuredly would be a hot threesome, with my wife the meat in the female sandwich.  On the other hand I wanted to see Heather and make sure she was okay.  Not letting my cock decide for me I put my shorts back on and started to climb the Langmans’ stairs. I walked to Heather’s bedroom thinking she was there but the room was empty.  That’s when I heard them.  At first I thought what I heard was post-orgasmic pillow talk and that idea saddened me, yet by the time I glanced through the open doorway into the guest bedroom I realized their conversation was while clothed.

You don’t have to lurk out there like some sort of a Peeping Tom,” said Heather.  “We’re not doing anything.”

I stepped into the room and said, “My intention wasn’t to spy.  I wanted to make sure that you—both of you—were okay.”

Griffin chuckled a bit before saying, “Anyone else and I wouldn’t believe them, but you Roger I do believe care about our psyches in some strange way only you comprehend.  The answer is yes, we are okay, and I’m glad you forced me… us… to face facts about what we were doing.”

Heather spoke up, “You made me realize that no matter how I feel about my dad I can’t let the desire rule my life.”

I said, “Look, I just didn’t want to see a good family torn apart.”

Heather replied, “You don’t think that fixing up Dad with your wife could tear us apart?  I mean, it’s almost doing that.”

“From my perspective I disagree.  I don’t want to tear anything apart.  What I want is to grow your family by making Jan and me, and possibly Carolyn too part of the family.”

“You mean like one of those open marriage things?” Griffin said.

“I guess that’s it, or at least the best way to explain it.  Jan and I have already had that conversation.”  I saw a doubtful look on Griffin’s face, so I continued, “Don’t you already have one of those, Griff?  Isn’t that what the Vibe Club scene is all about, your wife and Carolyn for example?”

“That’s different.”

“You may be able to convince yourself it’s different but I rather doubt it is.  Right now Nadine, Carolyn and Jan are out by the pool, and we certainly know what they’re doing.  I mean, you and Nadine have already had a threesome with my wife in our hot tub.  Things can’t be more open than that.”

Heather’s expression told me she thought I’d also mention us fucking and having her mother right there with us.  I could have but thought better of it.  I needed Griffin’s buy in, after all.  Heather’s expression changed when she realized I wouldn’t add her to the picture I was painting as she also realized I had a respectable bulge in my shorts, probably left over from watching three naked women prance off to have sex.

“Dad, I’m taking Roger out back to see what’s going on.  Doesn’t he look like he needs to?”

All I could do was grin foolishly as she leapt from the bed and took my hand, Griffin looking on in amusement.  As we walked out of the bedroom, I heard Griff laugh and say, “I guess I want to see this too.  Wait for me!”

By the time we got to poolside, the three women were wet and fully entwined.  Tongues flashed.  Moans escaped parted lips.  Fingers probed and pussies dripped.  The poetry in motion matched my thoughts as I stiffened completely. I battled every internal demon telling me to join them.  I looked at Heather, and her arousal was probably as palpable as mine.  Griffin now had a bulge too.

I put my arm around Heather’s waist and said to her in a low voice, “This is what your mom wants, and Jan is what your dad wants.  There’s room for you and me in this scene.”

She looked at me and blinked, like she was in a trance and hadn’t heard me correctly. Whether voluntary or not she glanced down at my crotch and then blinked again before saying, “You mean like us being a… a couple?”

“What I mean is that you’re free to do what you want.”

“What I want is to fuck Dad one more time and then never again.  Can I do that?”

“That’s not up to me.  It’s up to him.”

Griffin heard us of course, and when his eyes caught his daughter’s and lingered there I knew the answer would be in the affirmative.

They stripped in silence and jumped into the pool while I kicked my shorts off and lay down on a poolside lounge chair.  By the time Griffin slid his cock into Heather from behind Jan was cumming loudly while both women worked on her feverishly with lips, tongues and fingertips.  I wasn’t sure how Nadine would react to what was going on in the pool although she was preoccupied and didn’t appear to be aware.  I lazily stroked my cock as my eyes met Heather’s.  We maintained steady eye contact throughout until her eyes rolled back a bit, her orgasm approaching.  Like I was reading her mind, so much was communicated through her eyes.  I knew she meant it—one last time with her dad.  Where they did it and the chosen position also told me everything, since if the act was more than a culmination she would have demanded eye contact with Griffin and not me.  I didn’t realize how close I was until Heather opened her eyes at the moment she moaned her orgasm, and watched me shoot my heavy load.  She smiled and blew me a kiss.  That’s when I knew this ‘modern family’ thing would work.  In my mind I’d fucked Heather, not her father.