I spent the night with Coach Robin and Principal Jones. Hearing nothing from Katie or Ryan, I assumed all had gone well. When I got home I stripped as soon as I walked through the front door. I intended to surprise Katie and Ryan, but I entered the bedroom to the sight of my husband fitting his erection to Katie's anus, I decided to keep quiet and enjoy the show. And as I watched my husband butt-fuck my daughter I wondered why, exactly, had I said no to this.
When I crawled into bed with their satiated bodies, watching the pleasure waft across Ryan's face as his cum dripped from his daughter's butt, I knew there'd never be a better time to tell him the truth about what had been going on in our house over the past weeks. He was never going to be in a more receptive mood.
Thus, I resisted the urge to push my dripping sex into my daughter or husband's face. I did run a manicured finger up the crack of Katie's ass, caught a few drops of my husband's cum on a pink fingernail and brought it to my mouth.
Katie smiled. I retraced the route with another finger, captured some stray drops, and fed her.
I then lay between them, pulling their bodies close to mine, and said to Ryan, "There are a few things I haven't told you."
He took my hand in his, holding it to his heart, reassuring me. Then he spoke, his voice still groggy, but light, almost amused. "That's been pretty obvious. You two have been prancing around the house like you were auditioning for spots at the Playboy mansion and for the last week you've been engaging me in sexual fantasies about my daughter. I figured you'd eventually tell me what the hell was going on, but had to do it in your own way."
He glanced at Katie. "Of course, I didn't imagine this would be the way."
I told him. As I lay between my daughter and husband, our naked bodies intertwined, I told him everything.
He was attentive, interrupting me with a few questions. When I was done he lay there. I knew that look; he was processing.
Finally he said, "Well, I just butt-fucked my daughter and am looking forward to a threesome with her and her mother; I can't claim the moral high ground. And babe, I not sure I wouldn't have done the same thing. I can't think of a better way."
He looked to Katie. "Pumpkin, you ready to be your parents' lover."
She smiled, a radiant, happy smile. "Yes Daddy."
He leaned towards me. We kissed, our lips working against each other. The bed shifted, Katie was sliding down it. Ryan and I broke our kiss and looked to the foot of the bed. Katie was licking her father's penis.
He kissed me again, making love to me with his mouth. He was not only arousing me, he was letting me know he loved me, that our love remained the hinge of his life, reassuring me that I was still the focus of his world. Katie, seeming to understand, stopped licking his dick.
After an eternity, or was it five minutes, he stopped.
"Lois, I love you."
I smiled. "Ryan, I love you."
And then our daughter reminded us she was still in the room. "You two are nauseating," a pause, "but it's cool."
He sat up, back against the back frame. "So you two are bi-sexual."
"Yes," we chirped.