Author's Note: Sorry about taking so long to get back to this series. I mean, six years is a hulluva delay! However, I can promise that Chapter Eight will follow quickly.
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Roger Taylor wasn't a man who could have an affair.
Oh, he could be lured into cheating on his wife just as easily as any other man. That much he'd proven just last night when, in a dark and empty parking lot, he'd ended up in the arms of another woman. To make matters worse, he'd rushed home in the aftermath of this wild fling to throw an absolutely fantastic fuck into his wife, all the while imagining that he was sleeping with this other woman.
No, what he couldn't deal with was the idea of continuing to have a relationship with this other woman behind his wife's back with all of the lies and deceptions that would demand. He was the victim of a guilty conscience and the fact that this other woman that he was betraying his wife with was actually one of his own daughters only made things worse.
He made up his mind to do the right thing - the same thing he'd tried but failed to do last night. He was going to take Ruth aside and convince her that they must never again commit incest.
In the meantime, he'd rushed through his work at the office today, postponed a couple of very important meetings, and thoroughly pissed off his boss so that he could get himself back home before either of his girls got home from school. He wanted to spend a little quality time with his wife and reconnect with her, hoping to make himself less vulnerable to temptation so that he never had to face something like this ever again.
He had raced home only to find that his daughters had apparently stayed home from school today and were now upstairs in the master bedroom with their mother.
And all three of them were dressed in sexy lingerie, looking drop dead gorgeous!
The only thing that he could think of that would have made this scene even more perfect, in his opinion, would be if they had all been wearing high heels.
His whole world shrank down to this one room and he completely forgot about everything but the incredible vision he was witnessing. Though he didn't really notice it just yet, his body responded instantly to what he was seeing.
"What on earth is going on here?!"
The three women spun around, clearly very surprised to find that Roger there, standing in the open doorway and staring at the three of them with wide eyes and bulging pants.
Looking very pale and afraid, her eyes wide and darting, Ann demanded of her husband in a shaky voice, "Roger! What are you doing here?!"
Roger did not answer though, standing as still as a statue and just staring at his family as his brain suffered a meltdown. It was so bad, in fact, that had any of the women been looking closely enough, they might even have seen a thin wisp of smoke rising from his ears.
Ruth waited anxiously, wondering how he would react to all of this when the shock finally wore off. A glance towards her mother told her that the older woman was frightened out of her mind, unaware as she was that her spouse had also become involved in incest over the last weekend. In all of her scheming toward uniting the entire family in love and sex, Ruth had never anticipated that it might be sparked by this sort of accidental ambush, but she was aware that this could also lead to ruin if it were not handled correctly.
The young woman looked to her sister, but Kristen could only give her a helpless shrug. It was clear that she had no more of a clue of how to handle this than she did.
It was time, Ruth elected, to start telling the truth.
"Mom, dad and I have been fooling around behind your back."
Ann's eyes shot to her, the fear on her face slowly shifting into a stunned wonder.
It was Kristen's turn now. "And, dad? Mom and Ruthie and I have been fooling around behind your back, too."
Roger's eyes went to her, huge and astonished.
"So," Ruth finished, a desperately hopeful smile on her lips, "isn't it high time we all stopped doing things behind each other's backs? Shouldn't we be having foursomes, instead?"
It was silent for a long moment as the two teenaged girls waited with baited breath to see how their parents would react. It would seem to take forever for the two grown ups to process all of this, much less to weigh the pros and cons or actually come to a decision. Ruth and Kristen remained still and silent, hoping against hope that their parents would see things their way. They wanted no drama, no explosion.
When the answer finally came, it was in the form of matching slow, wide smiles from both mother and father. The teens did not need to be told what that meant.
Though she dearly wanted to dance with joy, Ruth instead rushed over to her father and gave him a long, wet kiss full on the mouth, thrilling over the fact that she could do this without worrying about someone walking in and catching her. While she shared her sister's mood, Kristen went for her mother instead, giving her such a thorough kissing that the two women would come away from it with an in depth knowledge of each other's dental work.
Holding onto their daughters in the aftermath, husband and wife looked across at each other with happy smiles, not concerned in the least to see their spouse in someone else's arms. They moved across to each other, no easy task considering they had to all but drag along the girls who were melded to each of them.
Just as soon as they reached each other, Roger and Ann grabbed hold of each other and shared a kiss that put what they'd just given their daughters to shame.
The two teenagers peeled themselves off their respective parents as they kissed, wide grins on their faces. Reaching out at the same time, they caught hold of each other's hands and gave them a squeeze, delighted that this was working out so well so easily.
As the kiss between husband and wife finally came to an end, Ruth did not hesitate to grab her mother and pull her away, giving her such a sound kissing that she seemed to be trying to outdo the one her parents had shared. Given the throaty growls coming from one of the women and the ecstatic whimpers from the other, it could be argued that she succeeded, too.
