After they had all finished their meals, Dale smiled and got up from the table, went to the fridge for another tin of ale, then went out to the back deck for a little air. Melanie helped Emily clear the supper plates from the table and pile them neatly next to the kitchen sink for washing. Once Dale was out the door, Emily turned to Melanie and asked "Are you really ok, Mel?"
Melanie blushed a little, her nipples still straining at the fabric of her t-shirt. "Sure, Mum. Why?"
Emily smiled and playfully threw a handful of cold water from the tap on to Melanie's t-shirt, hitting her perfectly on those very hard, very visible nipples. Melanie screeched and Emily, laughing, said "That's why! Your nipples are so hard you could cut glass with them! Are you still that horny?"
"I'm sorry, Mum! I don't know what's come over me. I've been like this for weeks now." Melanie was half telling the truth, she truly had been acutely horny for a few weeks, although most of her present state was due to her encounter with Dale that afternoon and her thoughts of herself and Emily while she showered.
"You looked as though you were taking quite good care of that earlier." Emily smiled as she shoulder nudged Melanie.
"I thought that would help, too, but it seems to have only made it worse." And after a few moments, she kissed her mother's shoulder. "Mum, I left my dildo at school. Would it be ok if borrowed yours?"
It was Emily's turn to blush a little. "I'm sorry, Mel, but ever since you've been away at school, I haven't been using my dildo much. Dale and I have been much more open about when and where we have sex, I don't think I even know where it is right now."
While Melanie was showering, Dale had already told Emily of the afternoon's events. He was so terribly worried that Emily would be angry with Melanie, or worse, with him, if she'd heard it from her daughter, that he figured it best to tell the truth first.
It was one of Emily's fantasies that he was working on when Melanie walked in on him. It was Emily's fantasy to walk in the house and "catch" Dale wanking to some Internet porn, and then take it from there by either mimicking the photos they saw, or reading erotic stories, whatever fancied them at the time. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending how it's looked at, Melanie just happened in before Emily got home. Dale's "this isn't what it looks like" was part of the game. That was part of what Emily meant by being more open about where and when they have sex.
Dale had admitted to Emily that he had felt very guilty about it all, after his endorphin rush had calmed and Melanie had left the room. Emily wasn't angry at all with either Dale or Melanie. It wasn't his fault, and it wasn't Melanie's. There was no reason to be angry with either of them. It just happened. Besides, it really turned Emily on.
Ever since the very first time they'd made love, Emily worshipped Dale's cock. And the thought of Melanie receiving Dale's spunk all over her beautiful tits really excited Emily. And she told Dale so. She had confessed her first night of sex with Melanie to Dale quite soon after it happened, though the few other times weren't actually secret, just not spoken about. And since they had both had pleasant sexual experiences with Melanie, they figured it wouldn't hurt for the three of them to enjoy each other. Neither Emily nor Dale had any doubt that Melanie would be open to joining in.
As the two women washed the supper dishes, Dale walked back into the kitchen to deposit the empty ale tin in the bin. He kissed his wife on the cheek and said "It's really nice out this evening. I'm thinking about having a swim." He then made his way upstairs to change into his swim shorts.
"A swim sounds good," Emily called after him. "I'll be up to change in a minute." Emily then turned to Melanie, "You want to come swimming, too? The cool water may take your mind off things, if only for a short time. I'm sure I have a bikini or two you could choose from to wear."
"Sure, Mum, that sounds good," replied Melanie, not really sure if swimming would ease her horniness or not, "but I have my own bikini, if that's ok."
"Fine by me, love. Let's give Dale a chance to get changed and then we'll follow after him."
Emily and Melanie finished washing up the dishes as Dale descended the stairs wearing his swim shorts. "We'll meet you outside," winked Emily as they passed. Dale smiled back as he turned and watched Melanie and Emily ascend the stairs, each going to their respective rooms to change into their bikinis.
Out by the pool, Dale could feel his erection getting harder as the increasing thoughts of sex twirled through his mind. He slid off his shorts and pulled them back on, twice, in his anticipation, not knowing if he should be dressed, not dressed, in the pool, not in the pool. Dale was still madly in love with Emily. Nothing, not even sex with Melanie was going to change that. But, he was still going to have some form of sex with Melanie. And Emily. And the both of them together. Dale was to the point of wanking just to cut the edge. He wondered if another pint of ale might just calm him down some. He laughed to himself "a litre of Jameson's wouldn't calm you down enough right now, old son."
Upstairs, Emily was deciding on two different, very small, very showy, extremely sexy bikinis. The bottom of the satin looking red one barely covered her neatly trimmed bush and clung to her hips and the crack of her arse in the tiniest of straps, while the top barely covered her nipples and had the same kind of very thin straps to tie. The shinny neon yellow was still a t-back, but with a little bit more material at her arse and covering her breasts. "Fuck it," she grunted. "The red bottoms and nothing else. That should get them both going." Luckily, she'd shaved that morning, so there was a little less bush to worry about covering.
Meanwhile, Melanie had left he bedroom door wide open, had stripped out of her shorts and t-shirt and was fully nude. She was rummaging through the clothes she'd brought with her, searching for the bikini bottom to go with the top she'd worn that afternoon. She didn't have any other bikinis. At school, if she and her friends wanted a swim, they'd go to their friend Judy's house that was close by campus. Her pool was heated and nobody ever wore swim suits. It was the "Number One Rule of the Pool".
Melanie now thought about just going swimming nude that evening. Why not? Her mum had seen her nude so often through her life, it didn't really count, and Dale had seen her just that afternoon. Besides, as horny as she was, she'd try to find a way to get out of her bikini anyway. Maybe she could be bold enough to just strip it off in front of Mum and Dale! Then, the picture of Dale wanking and spraying his spunk all over her tits earlier flashed through Melanie's mind. She was just about to touch herself at the thought when Emily peaked her head in Melanie's door.
Emily had thrown on a very long t-shirt that fell to her mid thighs. She thought the show of her taking it off would be an extra treat for Dale.
"I can't find my fucking bikini bottoms," whined Melanie.
