Daddy Take Me Ch 58 62

Finally, the last few chapters of this saga. Thanks to everyone who stuck with it. Of course, I know it's not to everyone's taste. That's to be expected. After all...But I've enjoyed the trip and it has done a lot for me. So, in that respect, I see it as a very minor success and fulfilling...for me. As always, a hearty thanks to Kenji for his bearing with me and his editing skills. I only hope the writing has lived up to his expectations...whatever they are/were.

Chapter 58

Three months later...

Well, who's laughing now, hmm?

I guess I did take after my mom; I

was

pregnant. When my period didn't show in two weeks, Belle bought seven different testing kits, and Maisie made me drink glass after glass of water! They were flabbergasted, as was I, if truth be told. But there was just that

inkling

on the day. I knew, just knew that I was with child.

In the meantime, we had

that

talk. Yeah, I had started this whole thing, brought us all to that dangerous precipice, so it was up to me to navigate and pull us back; try to restore some sense of equilibrium to both our relationships. Maisie, Belle and I had long talks every night, discussing the pros and cons, and me overthinking the whole debacle. Should we or shouldn't we?

Our love and commitment to each other was unquestionable. Tick one box off the list! But they both,

both

, felt this unique connection to my parents. I tried to use the same logic, as I had with Maggie; did we

really

want to, perhaps, complicate the relationship? Wasn't just having that bond enough? Weren't

we

enough? A lot of home truths were revealed, some that hurt, others not so much.

But, at the end of the day, this was family; it wasn't someone outside of us. Maisie had known my parents for years and Belle had increasingly formed this attachment to them. Sure, they helped her through her divorce, as we had, and helped her start anew, as Maisie and I hadn't. More and more, she had relied on the closeness of their relationship. And, this

was

family, so it

was

safe, wasn't it? I was willing to go either way, so kept my desires and thoughts to myself. They knew how I felt about this, so it wasn't fair for me to push or take sides.

I left them to stew for a few days and we revisited the talk. In the meantime, I talked with my moms, trying to discern what

they

were thinking. They didn't seem to be anywhere near as optimistic as Belle and Maisie.

But Maisie and Belle saw it as more of a commune of like-minded individuals, not the salacious, fuck-fest that we had somewhat turned it into when trying to get me pregnant. It would be a relationship of togetherness, support and trust. Of course, they both lusted after my parents and wanted to get laid, too! Maisie shyly admitted, after much goading, that yes, she'd like to experience what I had with my dad. I tried to explain that she could never have what I had. It wasn't possible. She understood that, but was so taken with my relationship with him, she wanted to experience that same level of intimacy. I tried to explain in vain that her relationship would be different from mine and not to set her expectations too high. That would only lead to hurt and disappointment.

So, after numerous heart-to-hearts, we all agreed. Now we just had to convince my parents. "Hmmm...Dad would be the pushover," I said, and we all giggled at that. It was moms, though. I mean, they were closer to sixty than fifty now and although their libidos were definitely still there, we wondered how far they were prepared to take this proposed continuation of our arrangement. If, and I mean

if

we did this, we had to tell my parents about our trysts with Maggie. It was only fair. We couldn't hide something as important as that.

Mom had called me, hinting at what she had decided. Yeah,

she

. But I understood that. As the V, the heart of their relationship, she ultimately had more of a say. Yeah, and she was the incessant submissive, hmm? But it was she who navigated the troubled waters they had crossed over the years. It was her whom they listened to, understood and whose advice they rarely dismissed.

She told me what they had decided and there would be no negotiations. But she wouldn't give me any details, though. Yeah, thanks, mom! She understood our roles in our relationship. Sure, we were both the submissive in our relationship, but it was

we

who held sway over the others, as everyone seemingly knew.

"I need you to back me up on this, Chloe. Okay? Just...back me up," she seriously asked, but gave me no hint on what she was going to say. Great, huh?

So we invited them over for lunch to try to hash this predicament out. As soon as Maisie and Belle saw them, I knew we were in trouble. As soon as Belle kissed mom and Maisie kissed Emily, my heart sank. Screw it, I thought and embraced my dad. He looked at me, his smile lifting my heart.

"We did it, Chloe," and engulfed me in his arms.

"I know," I shyly giggled. "I knew you could do it...daddy," I whispered, my hand chastely on his covered cock. His hand lovingly rubbed my tummy, then leaned down, planting little kisses on our growing embryo.

Mom just smirked at me and shook her head, exasperated but smiling. Everyone behaved. Well, to an extent. These were my moms and wives! The unspoken hung over the table, as we tried to remain calm and ignore the palpable tension, but we made it through the meal. Well, as far as dessert!

"Chloe? Why don't we go to the front room, hmm?" and we all followed her. Her body language was unreadable, a first for me. She had me sit next to her on one of our oversized, comfy armchairs. We sat, facing the four loves-of-our-lives, with mom's hand gently resting on my thigh.

"So. Everyone. Chloe and I have decided that the four of you will listen to us. We need you to say nothing, 'til we are through, okay?" she started, and everyone nodded their heads in agreement.

What? Did

I

decide? I must have missed

that

part of our talk!

"We have all entered into this different type of relationship. We've given ourselves to two other people. It works for us, and you. God knows how, but it does," she chuckled. "Now, as Chloe and I are the ones who hold everything together, we need you to listen. This is as important as it gets, for all of us, and how we move forward, okay? We...Tom and Emily and I have decided that we shouldn't pursue what we started. Now, just listen, all right? We're thinking of you, Chloe...and Maisie and Belle. You need to concentrate on

your

relationship. You may think you have it all figured out, but you don't. It took us years to get to this comfortable place. We'll just be in the way and cause heartache and problems," she began, Maisie and Belle's faces dropping in disappointment.

"What we have...what we had, will stay with us forever. You all mean the world to us. You always have, but we're thinking of you. We can't continue as we were that wonderful weekend when her father impregnated her," she laughed, trying to hold it back. I slapped her leg and she went on. "Sorry...where was I? Oh, yeah. We can continue to flirt and be close. I mean, gosh, we all need

that

," she chuckled, again! "Sorry...but, as Chloe so succinctly put it weeks ago, no-fucking-sex! We won't allow that. It's just a step too far; for us and for you, okay?"

I chuckled to myself, as I watched Belle fidget with Emily's hands and Maisie's head slumped on dad's shoulder. Oops...

"But..." mom said, hopefully. "We have come to another decision. Maisie? You know how much we've always loved you, hmm? Probably from day one, we knew you two were going to be inseparable. Now, it seems lately you're quite, well, enamoured with our Tom, hmm?" she smiled, warmheartedly. "We've had a

long

talk and decided that if you want to, uhm, spend one...

one

night with Tom, you have our blessing, okay? We love you, Maisie, and as

something

seems to have piqued your interest, we'd rather you explore with him, rather than look elsewhere. Now...it won't be the carousel-of-lust we all had, right? It'll be just the two of you...or maybe with Chloe, just to keep an eye on things," she chuckled, so I slapped her leg. Again! "This is your decision, darling. When you've decided, either way, just go to Tom, okay?" and she breathed, as if she gave permission to someone to sleep with her husband all the time!

A deathly silence filled the room, all of us digesting what they had decided. Maisie desperately tried to hide her smile, but mom and I caught her little upturned lip. She squeezed my hand knowingly. I turned and whispered, "You're both sure about this, mom?"

"We are, darling. But your mum and I would prefer you were there, okay," she murmured back, my ear tingling from her softly spoken words.

The atmosphere felt deflated, so mom shuffled me off her leg and stood, her hands out.

"C'mon, Belle. Why don't we go down to the river and let these three chat, hmm?" she said.

"Uhh, mom? Can Belle stay? Please? After all, we should be together. This has as much to do with Belle, as it does with me. Belle needs to be with this, right?" so she backed down, took Emily's hand and walked to the kitchen.

I'm sure dad felt he was being ganged up on, but his cool reserve never cracked.

"Maisie. I have a few questions, so..." he smiled, putting her at ease. "Why...me? And why now?"

This would be good, I thought.

"This has taken me completely by surprise, Tom. I mean, me...with a man?" she giggled. "I...I never even considered it, but when I actually saw the two of you, you know, being intimate, something certainly stirred in me," she chuckled, but was unembarrassed. "I've had a few fumbling experiences, then found women. Especially your...daughter. But then, when we all were together, you know, helping Chloe get pregnant, I...smelled you. And saw you. Don't ask me how or why, but I felt this attraction. I saw the pleasure you gave Belle and Chloe and was curious, I guess. Sick, I know, but..." she stammered.

"Okay. I can understand that but do you

really

want this? I mean, I'm not taking this lightly, Maisie, but if this is what you need, then sure, I'd love to help you make sense of this," he smiled, and my pussy gushed.

I almost cried. Yeah, silly, I know, but when I saw what he was proposing to my avidly lesbian wife, I was floored.

"Tom...I love your daughter, and by you doing this for me, I'll know her even more. And that's what I want. It would bring us closer, I'm sure. And if it doesn't, well, at least I've tried, hmm?" she giggled.

"You know if we do this, we'll never look at each other the same. Are you prepared for that?" dad asked.

"Tom, after what we've been through already, no one is looking at each other the same anymore. I mean, we've seen each other at our most vulnerable and it's been beautiful. I love the new connection we have...well, had, as we're not going

there

anymore," she faux pouted.

"Maisie. Please. Chrissie's right, you know. She...we...are only thinking of you three. Not much will change, just the no-sex part, hmm? It's our connection that counts," he calmly explained, and put his hand over hers. "So...would you like to make love sometime? Soon?" dad asked, expectantly.

"I think I would, Tom. Or at least try?" and leaned over, their lips connected just as their hearts were.

"You're

so

easy, daddy," I laughed, and even he had to chuckle at

that

!

"So. When? Whenever it works for you, okay?" he said, and leaned into her, his hands on her cheek and his eyes buried in hers.

"Well, as long as we're all here now," Maisie whispered, her fingers on his buttons. "I wouldn't say no. Chloe? Belle? Does now work for you?" she asked, her voice trembling just a bit.

Belle leaned over and kissed Maisie, then looked at dad and smiled.

"I know you'll take care of her, Tom. So yeah, now is perfect," she smiled, her hand gently patting his chest. "And you don't mind Chloe and me being there?" she asked dad.

"I think it's a wonderful idea. You three share everything, don't you? This is as much for you and Chloe, as it is for Maisie," he sighed.

"Let me go talk with moms, 'kay? Belle? Would you go upstairs and check there's no incriminating evidence laying around?" I giggled.

Oh, fuck. This was going to happen. To our Maisie!

She leaned into my dad and, as I turned my head, she laid her head back on his chest, her hand on his stomach. Dad whispered something in her hair and she smiled.

After explaining what

we

had decided (and had their consent), I returned from the riverside and began to put together some snacks and drinks. Goodness knows how long this would last! I figured anywhere between fifteen minutes (with Maisie deciding it was a step too far, realising her initial attraction was based on all those wonderful hormones swirling around on the day) or it could last hours (with Maisie indulging her newfound appreciation of the male sex.) Either way, we were covered. I grabbed the trays but saw dad and her still in the front room, necking and touching. I smiled at the ever-so-slow seduction, daddy (yes, he was daddy, again) had initiated. I vicariously watched, as they slowly kissed and caressed, daddy's contact tentative but sure.

I knew, just

knew

that daddy would be just as attentive, if not more so! After all, he had known her for over ten years! She was one of those constants in my life, in all of our lives, actually.

I was going to interrupt with one of my unobtrusive '

Ahems

' but decided against it. They'd be upstairs when they were ready. I couldn't see daddy taking her on our sofa! After all, the man had a bit of class! Silently, I backed away and gingerly walked upstairs. Belle was still pottering about, fluffing pillows, lighting candles and laying out scented cloths and towels.

"Darling?" I asked. "Are you

really

okay with...this? I mean, I know how close you've gotten to him, but is this a step too far for you?"

"Chloe, of course, I'll miss your dad's touch, but I want Maisie to experience this, too. I love her, you know, and if this will help her somehow, then I'm fine, hun. Okay? So...what say we get changed and comfortable?" she suggestively smiled.

"You're okay just having Maisie and me? Forever? I mean, you do have Jon, but are we enough?" uncertain why I was asking such a delicate question. Again!

"Chloe. I could live without your dad...but couldn't without you and Maisie. I mean that, sweetie. You both are everything to me, all right? C'mon. Let's find you something to wear," she giggled, and we quickly changed and lazily spread out on the bed.

"Are

you

going to be okay, Chloe? You've had your dad to yourself for years and now. You don't mind...sharing?" she asked me, and rightly so.

"Feel my

vagine

, Belle. Go on. Touch me. That's how excited I am for Maisie."

Belle leaned over, her lips on my neck and her hand pushing apart my sparse robe. Her fingers twiddled with my mons, then crept down to my wetness.

"My...goodness, hun. You're

really

looking forward to this, hmm?" she smirked, her fingers sliding through my wet slit.

Our embrace was interrupted by Maisie and daddy. They stood there and we heard them chuckling. We pulled away, both of us slightly embarrassed.

They walked to us, hand in hand and smiling.

"I hope you've left a bit of room for two more?" daddy joked. "You're fine with just...watching?"

The three of us laughed.

"Oh, Tom," Maisie laughed. "We

all

have that insatiable, voyeuristic streak," her arm tightly around my daddy's waist. "You haven't noticed?"

"There's so much I've noticed, Maisie. And so much I haven't said, too," daddy cooed, his hands on her bare shoulders. He was playing with the thin straps of her dress, his fingers under the loose ribbons and following the line of her shoulder. "If you're uncomfortable at any point, just say and we'll stop. At

any

point, okay? Just say the word 'red'. I don't need a reason. This is for you, okay? You saying 'red' is enough for me," and I blushed. We had also used

our

word, and now my wives knew where I had picked it up from. Oops!

Daddy kissed her neck, the way I was certain no man had ever. God, it was so bloody exciting for me, I wondered how Mais felt! I shuffled about, Belle spooning me from behind and we watched. And glowed. And breathed.

Maisie's hands were around daddy's back, holding her close, as she tried to stifle her low moan. Daddy whispered something in her ear and we heard Maisie gasp, but she didn't resist his breath.

Louder! I thought. We want to hear!

Daddy continued to gently nibble her neck, his fingers teasingly pulling her strap down, but then pushing it back where it belonged.

Maisie's head was tossed back, succumbing too easily to my father's mouth. Her little mewls seeped into his ear, as his hand moved from her shoulder and trailed down her back. Belle and I watched, as his fingers slid between her bum cheeks and pressed. I grabbed Belle's hand and pushed them into my sopping

vagine

.

"Look at what he's doing, sweetie," Belle breathed into my ear.

"Ohhhh, Belle," I silently moaned, and turned my head to hers and we kissed.

"You can't touch her, Chloe. Not this time. Leave her be, okay?" she panted. "Let your daddy have her," she exhaled, and continued playing with my wetness.

Daddy lifted Maisie's dress, as she undid his still-buttoned shirt. As it fell open, she buried her head in his chest. Daddy carelessly fondled her, hopefully, covered arse, her legs spreading and pressing on his leg.

He continued to lavish his tongue and lips on her neck, her earlobes and down her curves, 'til he kissed her shoulders, his fingers finally pulling down the thin straps. Belle and I could hear him unzip her dress, the light frock being pulled, 'til it fell to her hips. Maisie helped him push it down, the material at her feet and her ample breasts hidden by the half-bra she was wearing.

"My God, Maisie," he muttered, his fingers lightly covering the scanty bra and rubbing her excited nibs. "I never imagined you looked so..." he sighed, as his eyes raped my wife.

"I want you," Maisie moaned, pushing his shirt off and grappling for his zipper. "And don't you dare tell me you've never...wondered, aye?" she teased and began to unzip his trousers, her eyes fixed on his.

Daddy shirked his shoulders, giving Maisie a goofy smile and knowing he had been caught out. Of course, he had noticed her. My God, who hasn't? He stepped back, Maisie's eyes now emboldened and lusty. He stood there, proud and almost cocky, and undid his pressed chinos and pushed them down.

He kicked them off, standing there in his starched, white boxers, his daddy-cock jutting out lewdly in his cotton wear. Maisie, still in her bra and panties, took the two steps and covered his cock with her hand, pressing and grasping the hardness. He leaned down, kissing her neck and collarbone, 'til his lips tenderly kissed the tops of her slightly-heaving orbs. Maisie shuffled about, wriggling her body on his and lifting herself up, eager for his wet mouth.

"Kiss me, Tom," she whispered, as daddy continued his touches.

Deftly, he undid her bra, the thin cotton falling, as her bra was released. Daddy slowly pulled the straps down, as Maisie continued her soft kisses and fondling. She leaned in and sucked his taut nipple, daddy arching his back and pulling her hair. He moved back and looked at Maisie.

"What

are

you like, Maisie? You're simply...exquisite," he quietly sighed.

This was no fumbled grope or rough manhandled touch. It was slow and sensuous, but definitely male. I felt what daddy was doing, imagining it was me he was seducing. Again. I rubbed my thighs together, my

vagine

wetting nicely. Belle's eyes were glued to their sumptuous bodies, as they gently touched and rubbed each other.