After lunch, Jenny spent her afternoon with the kids, while Sarah and I went for a long walk. We held hands, and talked a bit about this and that, inconsequential things, but mostly kept quiet, simply enjoying being together. We stopped along a stream that runs along the back side of my property, and lay down in the lush grass under a tree. I lay on my back, looking up at the clouds drifting by in the afternoon sky, while Sarah lay beside me, with her head on my chest. I wrapped an arm around her, and she around me, and we basked in our love for each other while time drifted lazily by. I was lost in my thoughts, but eventually realized that Sarah had drifted off to sleep, and was snoring quietly on my chest. I held her, as I had when she was a child, and let her sleep, while I pondered how my life had changed over the last few years. I came to no conclusions, other than that I was happy, but still wondered about how I had come to this point, and what my life had still in store for me. I was close to drifting off myself when Sarah sat up and stretched, yawning, and looked back down at me.
"I love you, Dad." she said, leaning over to plant a gentle, loving kiss on my lips. As she drew back from the kiss, she had a puzzled look on her face. "Do I still call you Dad, after all we have been through?" she asked.
"Sarah, I will always be your Dad. Nothing can ever take that away from us. However, we are more than just father and daughter now, so if you also wish to call me Josh, I can be happy with that as well." I said, giving her a choice.
"OK, I can live with that. Sometimes I will call you Dad, and sometimes Josh. Right now, I want to call you Lover. How about we go back home now, and to bed?" Sarah's eyes are now sparkling, as if lit by an internal flame. She stands, and offers me a hand, helping me to my feet. We walk back to the house hand in hand. Amanda is not yet home from the store, and Jenny is still occupied with Chris and Vicki, so we have some more time to ourselves, and some definite ideas on how to spend that time. Sarah is ovulating, after all, and we are both determined to fertilize that egg this very day. We head up the stairs, still holding hands.
Once in the privacy of my bedroom, Sarah comes into my arms. We share a loving embrace, kissing and caressing, but without the urgency of our earlier encounters. We are both now relaxed and comfortable in our physical relationship, and can take the time to enjoy our union. Slowly, I begin to undress my beautiful daughter, examining her body bit by bit as I remove each article of clothing. I explore each part of her anatomy as it is exposed, using my hands, my lips, and my tongue. She shivers under my touch, gasping when I find a sensitive spot, giggling at the ticklish ones. She allows me to work at my own pace, enjoying the intimacy of the process. When at last she stands before me naked, I see no hint of modesty or anxiety, a testament to how she now feels about our relationship.
I have to take a moment and admire her form. Sarah is of average height, but her proportions are spectacular. She has long legs and a shorter torso, making her appear taller than she is. Her legs are very shapely, no doubt from the workouts she makes a habit of, and are very well toned and muscular, a theme carried out throughout her entire body. Her hips spread appealingly, and are marked by her totally hairless mound in the front and her magnificent ass behind. Her ass is round and, I know from experience, more than firm. The soft curve of her ass belies the powerful muscles underneath. Above her pelvis, her stomach is flat and smooth, with just a hint of her strong abs apparent. Her breasts have to be her best feature, although I freely admit to a certain prejudice in that regard. Both large and firm, they stand out from her chest proudly, with virtually no sag, amazing for their size. I guess that she is a large C cup, and still has the tiny nipples of a woman who has not yet had children. Above her chest, her shoulders and arms continue her pattern of both strength and grace. While Sarah does not in the least look like a body builder, there is no mistaking how powerful she is.
Sarah has waited patiently for me to finish my inspection, even twisting and posing for me when asked.
"Sarah, you are in incredible shape!" I exclaim. "You are not only stunningly gorgeous, but with a body that would make both an athlete and a pinup model proud. I knew you worked out, but never imagined how buff you are under your sexy exterior."
For the first time, Sarah blushes, giving me more fuel for my imagination as the color spreads down her torso.
"Thank you. I do try hard to stay in shape, but it is always nice the hear that it shows." she says, then wraps her arms around me, giving me a sensuous kiss. "Now, its your turn."
Sarah starts by unbuttoning my shirt and pushing it off to pool on the floor at my feet. At nearly thirty years her senior, I do not have a body to compare to hers, but I do work out. Since Jenny came into my life, I have paid more attention to my physical condition, both for my health and to help me keep up with my young and sexually voracious wife. I hit the gym three times a week, and try to stay active at both chores and play. Of course, Jenny also sees that I get a strong workout several times a week, so I consider myself in pretty decent shape for a man in his early fifties. Sarah also seems impressed, as she runs her hands over my chest and abdomen. She does not linger as long as I did before moving on, as I now detect a bit of urgency in her attitude. She undoes my belt, sliding my pants down and helping me to step out of them. I am now left in just my underwear, which are tenting noticeably in the front, with a prominent wet spot as proof of my arousal.
Sarah drops to her knees in front of me, licking her lips in anticipation. She is not in the mood to tease, but takes my shorts in her hands and slowly pulls them down. As the waistband clears my cock, it bounces up, almost hitting her in the face as she pushes my underwear down to my ankles, where I step out of them altogether. Her eyes now come up to my member, which she examines carefully. She pushes down on the tip slightly, bending it down to a horizontal position before letting go. As it bounces back up to near vertical, she giggles like a young girl with a new toy. Only her eyes belie that image, as her lust is beginning to shine through.
Taking me in her hand, she brings me to her mouth. Rather than taking me inside, she runs her tongue around my head, collecting the precum that has already wet the tip. Looking up at me, she savors my flavor, licking her lips sexily, then opens wide to take my head into her mouth. Locking eyes with me, she begins to suck me in, taking in about half my length before slowly pulling back out until just the tip remains inside. She sets up a rhythm, sucking noisily, as she continues her slow movement of her mouth up and down my shaft, never breaking eye contact. I can feel her tongue, licking and massaging my shaft from inside her mouth. Both the sight and sensation are rapidly pushing me to the brink, and I reluctantly must put a stop to her performance.
Pulling her up from her knees, I bring her talented mouth to mine for a kiss. We are both breathing raggedly, but still kiss with abandon. I would swear that she must have taken lessons from Jenny, as she also seemed to merge her body with mine while we kissed. My hands are massaging her back before dropping down to her perfect ass to pull her groin tight against mine. My cock feels like stone between us, and I can feel the heat emanating from her pussy as she humps it against the underside of my shaft. With a moan, I feel a hint of Sarah's power as she propels me back to the bed. I let her take control, curious to see what position she would want. I am not surprised when she pushes me onto my back and quickly straddles my hips. Grabbing my cock in her hand, she rubs her slit along its length a few strokes, then directs the head to her entrance.
