This story comes from an over-imaginative mind, no reality in it at all, people and events purely the result of my horny imagination
I can't quite believe what happened but, hell, it was hot.
Let me start at the beginning.
My wife was away. She was visiting her sister, who lives abroad, leaving me to my own devices for a couple of weeks. My step-daughter, Lily, a single mom with two kids, a boy and a girl, was in the same situation as the kids were spending the weekend with their father. So Lily suggested we go out together and have a few drinks.
Now I have always had a soft spot for Lily, well maybe that should be a hard spot. My gorgeous step-daughter, with her flowing blond hair and petite frame had been the subject of more than a few jerking off sessions, and I welcomed any excuse to spend some time with her.
It was a Friday evening and we met at a favourite restaurant to grab something to eat first. Lily looked stunning, a short vibrant red dress showing off her long slender legs. I was already getting ideas, but, boy, how wrong those ideas turned out to be.
We ate and washed it all down with a couple of bottles of wine. When we had finished we decided to move on to a local bar and drink some more.
We had been at the bar about an hour, steadily getting more and more drunk, when a guy appeared. Lily squealed with delight and said to me,
"This is my gay friend," then, turning to him she said, "This is my step-dad."
I laughed, "Hi gay friend, my name is actually Jack"
He laughed in return, holding his hand out to me, "I'm Steve."
I took his hand and shook it, he had a firm grip, in fact all of him seemed pretty firm. He obviously worked out regularly. I guessed he was in his 30's, like Lily, and, well, he was handsome. The type of gay guy girls flock to. I asked him what he would like to drink and went to the bar to get us all a drink. When I returned Lily and Steve were deep in conversation.
It was, to me, the first real sign he was gay. The two of them talked like BFFs, gossiping and laughing together. They soon included me with their chat and we had a great evening. When the bar closed we were all a little drunk and we made our way back to Lily's house, which was the nearest.
We all needed to empty our bladders and, after that, Lily grabbed some snacks from the kitchen and we flopped on the sofa. I could sense something going on between Lily and Steve, furtive looks and secret nods, but I suppose I was too drunk to really care.
"Jack," Lily started, "Me and Steve do this thing when we've had a night out, and well...I'm not sure if...."