Rick had convinced himself that the Morning Surprise had just been a strange dream. He came back home with a sense of having forgotten something when he entered he found the house lit only by romantic candles. He was not one to miss a hint and quickly followed a trail of rose petals to the bedroom.
There he found his wife, Marie, bathed in the gold light and covered in red velvet undergarments. She was open, ready, and giggled as he approached. He undid his belt. "What's the occasion?" He asked.
"Two month anniversary." Marie said. "And I wanted it to be special."
Rick wasn't sure how he felt about so many anniversaries, "I, uh, didn't get you anything," He took off his shirt to reveal a warriors frame. "I guess I'll have to do with what I have."
"You certainly will." Marie cooed. "But there is something else you could get me."
"Anything." Rick dropped his pants, his member rising to attention.
"Lets make it a good show." She smiled.
"Oh." Rick raised an eyebrow. "And what does that mean-" He followed her eyes and saw Joan standing awkwardly just behind the door he had opened. "Oh jesus!" He stumbled and covered his erection, "Joan! Uh, what are-" The memories of that morning came flooding back. As he saw her expression, and the look of greed in her eyes at his cock, he knew it hadn't been a dream. "What is she doing here?" He asked.
"I told her she could watch." Marie explained. She seemed confused. "I thought I told you this morning."
"R-Right-"
"And this is what I want for my anniversary present." She said judgmentally.
"So," he looked to her daughter and then back, "She's just going to watch us?"
"Oh, honey," Marie sat up. Her large breasts were seized by gravity. Her face was apologetic, "You're right. I wasn't thinking of your needs. Joan," She looked to her daughter, "You should give him something to look at too, in case he get bored of me."
Joan nodded and fumbled with the buttons on her shirt with anxiety. "That's not what I meant-" He turned to Marie and she stood up to kiss him from below. She nibbled and licked with precision and then pulled him on top of her. He slunk down and pierced her mouth with his tongue. She sucked on it with enthusiasm. He rubbed his bulge against her pleasure and she moaned into him. Rick heard creaks in the floor and realized Joan had moved to watch them both from behind. As he kissed his wife his mind traced Joans movements as she creaked around to see them from the foot of the bed, their side. He snuck a glace in her direction and saw her dressed in a white bra and panties. She seemed too young to own a pair so racy. She clenched her fingers around her waistband and licked her lips. She was petite but shapely. Marie was right. If Rick had thought it appropriate, or possible, he probably would have gone after a woman like that.
"Joan," Marie stopped sucking and said between groans, "You can touch yourself. It's okay, I give you permission." Permission? She had the power over her daughter like that? It seemed so, since Joan rubbed outside her panties with one hand and humped the air in Ricks direction. "Show him your ass." Joan turned and wiggled her round assets as she kept thrusting against her hand. He could see the damp spot, and he could see her clench with every movement. Joan turned back to keep looking at her mother and her mothers lover.
