My daughter Hannah was coming home from college, having just graduated at the top of her class with a degree in microbiology. Hannah finished her Bachelor’s program in just 2 years, having taken all of her general college classes while still in high school. A few months ago, my wife Jennifer (Jen to me, and Jenny to our friends) and I had convinced her to go on one more family vacation with us, before heading back to begin her Master’s program. Going all in, we planned a few days in Athens, Greece, followed by a 2-week cruise of the Mediterranean. The plan was to meet her at the airport and head right out on our vacation. Unfortunately, as with the best laid plans...
MONDAY MID-DAY
TUSCON, AZ
Out of the blue, just 2 days before we’re set to leave, Jen tells me that she needs to make some last-minute changes to our plans.
“Sorry, Dave. I need to fly down to Miami with Charles, to have a sit-down with the CEO of a company we’re acquiring. He’s balking at including 100% of his IP as part of the final deal, so I won’t be here on Wednesday to leave with you and Hannah.”
Charles is her CFO, a huge ex-football player. He busted up his right knee so badly in his first season as a pro, that he went right back to his alma mater for his Masters in Finance, and later to Columbia for a PhD in Economics.
“I’ll pack for the vacation before I leave this afternoon, so you can bring my luggage with you to Athens. I’ll be fine with an overnight bag for just my business clothes on this trip. I can head to Athens out of Miami late Friday night, and catch up with you Saturday evening. I know you want us all together, but this’ll give you a few days with Hannah to catch up. You two got pretty distant when she became a teenager, and it hasn’t really improved since. This could be a great opportunity to reconnect, find some common interests to share, spend some quality time together. I hope you understand!”
“Of course I understand. I knew when I decided to marry a powerful, corporate executive that there would be sacrifices...”
Jen had her usual dead-pan expression in response to my unique sense of humor. “Hmm, when YOU decided, huh? Seems to me that I was the one who decided you’d make great arm candy for me.”
Jen’s the REAL arm candy. She’s 5’ 11”(she gets her height from her Dad) and in perfect shape, her hips curvy without being in any way flabby. Her abs are lean and defined, her hair raven black, her skin tone like that of her mother, from southern Italy. Her tits are just freakin’ amazing! 34D with fat, ½” nipples and almost no sag, even at 43. Actually, the little bit of sag she’s acquired as she’s aged has actually enhanced the seductiveness of her chest. They were almost TOO perky when we were in college, as if they were fake, which they most definitely aren’t.
“That’s what I meant, of course,” I reply, smirking. I love my role as the “kept man”, holding down the fort at home while my wife is off conquering the corporate world. Leaving behind my own profession, as an architect 3 years ago, had been easier than I’d thought it would be. I really don’t miss it much at all. Of course, as a “kept man”, I feel it’s my duty to be respectable “arm candy” for my CEO wife, so I spend A LOT of time at the gym, keeping my 6’ 2” frame lean and tight. My wife rolls her eyes, pretending that my humor is lost on her; but the truth is that she is one of the few people who actually gets me.
“And I’m not at all nervous at the thought of spending almost three days alone with my teenage daughter, so don’t you worry about me! Does she still like Chuck-E-Cheese’s?”
“She’s almost 20, Pops! Just pretend you’re with me and I’m sure you’ll be fine!”
“Woah, there. I can’t pretend she’s you, she’s our daughter,” I smirk. “Every time I see you, I undress you with my eyes, lewd thoughts coursing through my mind!”
“Oh, yeah?” Jen responds, her voice turning sultry and flirty. “Exactly what lewd thoughts are coursing through that horny little brain of yours that would not be appropriate for our daughter?”
“Right now, I’m thinking about pushing you down over this couch, ripping off your panties, and fucking you from behind,” I respond calmly, as if discussing the weather. I can’t keep a straight face and break into a grin.
“You are, are you? Well I see one flaw in your plan,” Jen tells me as she kicks off of her high-heels and steps up to me. Leaning in and grabbing my crotch, she whispers in my ear: “It’s not that time of the month.”
Other than during her monthly cycle, Jen has never worn underwear of any kind as long as I’ve known her. She hates the snug feel of it, I guess. No bras, ever. At work, she always wears a blazer over her blouse or a sweater, to keep her girls from saying “Hi” to everyone in the office.
It’s her mom Elaine’s fault, really. That woman has no use for underwear, or modesty. I’d have to be so careful every time we were over there to announce ourselves and be careful walking by the bathroom door, which would invariably be open. Elaine didn’t believe in anyone in her home hogging the bathroom to themselves. Plus she was, and is, a total exhibitionist. If someone was using the shower, which had a clear glass door btw, why shouldn’t the toilet be available to someone else, or vice versa, she rationalized. Even with being careful to make sure she knew we were here, if she was in the shower when we arrived, she had no problem walking out of the bathroom and out to the living to greet us buck-naked, only then going to put something on afterwards. She feels it’s inconsiderate to not greet family as soon as you are aware of their arrival in your home. I call BS. What it is, is AWKWARD. It was particularly awkward when we first started dating, because Elaine is smokin’ hot for an older woman, still is. I’d get a chubby every time we were over there for the first year, and I’m a shower, not a grower, so a chubby is already most of the way to a full-on erection.
Here’s my best story about Elaine and us....no shit...really:
Once, and this TOTALLY blew my mind, she walked into the bathroom while I was in the shower, and proceeded to shave her pussy at the sink, giving me an absolutely complete view. She didn’t even shut the door, nor say a word, just went to work on the short fuzz around her snatch. I just stood there, staring in shock. After a few minutes, Jen walked by, also naked with a towel wrapped around her head, noticed her mother, and heard the shower running. She walked in, saw me in the shower with an absolutely moronic look on my face, and berated her mom.
“What the hell, Mom? Really? Shaving your twat in front of Dave? Seriously? His dick’s so hard it looks like it might break!”
I looked down and, sure enough, I was at full mast. I’d been so fascinated by this hot older woman shaving her dangly-lipped snatch that I hadn’t even noticed my physical arousal.
“Well, maybe he should put it to use before it does,” Elaine replied smoothly, a wicked grin playing on her lips.
“Do not even THINK about fucking my fiancé, Mom. God! Doesn’t Dad fuck you like...at least every other day? That should be enough, even for you.”
“Mmmm, sure. Your father’s great, an animal in the sack. But VARIETY is the spice of life...or so I hear. Elaine grinned as she focused on my cock.
“Again, Not fucking Dave, Mom.”
“Fine, then you fuck him. He clearly needs it.”
“Jesus, Mom! Just finish up, and I’ll take care of Dave.”
“Why wait? I’m not stopping you; and I’ve got a ways to go. Need to be careful shaving around my inner labia.”
“God, Mom! You would suggest such a thing! And with you, I can’t really tell if you’re serious or just fucking with me.”
Elaine just grinned and went back to shaving.
“Fine!” Jen barked. “We’ll see just how voyeuristic you really are, MOTHER...Dave, get out here NOW.
I stepped out of the shower as Jen moved over to the toilet, leaned over at her waist and placed her hands flat on the seat cover, her ass jutting up towards me.
