INTRODUCTION
In the previous chapters Jim was seduced by his daughter Vicki when they were trapped in a tent by a blizzard.
Vicki then went overseas to college. Six months later Jim met Bridget, fell in love and they became engaged.
Some months later all three had a holiday together in France. With Jim's encouragement Vicki and Bridget became lovers. With Bridget's encouragement Jim and Vicki resumed their relationship.
When Bridget and Jim married, both insisted that Vicki join them on their honeymoon.
THE STORY CONTINUES
"Daddy?" asked Vicki leaning over to touch her father's hand. "How many orgasms do you think I've had with you?"
Jim looked adoringly at his 19 year old daughter. She was lying on her back, sunbathing beside their private pool at the resort in Bali. Her firm breasts gleamed with sunblock, her brown aureoles were capped by peaked nipples.
Vicki had just come out of the pool. Her long brown hair lay wet and flat on the towel. Her tiny damp bikini briefs clung to her pussy. Her pubic mound was obvious and Jim could see the shape of her clitoral hood and labia.
"You do ask some stupid questions Vicky. For all I know you could have faked each one."
Vicki playfully punched him on the arm. "I don't even have time to think about that before you make me come."
Bridget, Jim's wife, who was 12 years older than Vicki was smoothing sun-block onto Vicki's long, slim legs. It was a task she enjoyed, particularly when she reached Vicki's upper thighs. Vicki groaned slightly as Bridget's oily fingers caressed the sensitive skin at the edge of her bikini and Bridget's knuckles gently nudged the labia Jim that had been admiring.
Like Vicki, Bridget was only wearing bikini briefs. Her breasts were slightly smaller, her aureoles and nipples were pink. Jim was fascinated by her breasts. Bridget had two children from a previous marriage, but her breasts were as firm and jutting as those of a 16 year old virgin and there wasn't an ounce of fat over her flat stomach.
Her hair had dried from her earlier swim and her long blond locks hung in unruly tangles to her shoulders.
Vicki stroked Bridget's hair. "And now I think of it, how many orgasms have you given me, darling Bridget?"
"I have no idea. Probably about the same number you have given me, I suppose, Vicki."
"Why are you asking this?" asked Jim getting aroused and thinking that whatever the number was he wanted to add to it soon.
"I'm worried. Perhaps there's a fixed number of orgasms a woman can have and I'm using up my quota on my father and his wife."
"I don't think it works like that Vicki," said Bridget. "It's a bit like 'use it or lose it'. The more you have, the more you are able to have."
"Do you think so?" said Vicki. "That's a relief."
Bridget lay down beside Vicki. Almost instinctively she placed her hand on Vicki's bikini briefs. Not to arouse her, but simply to enjoy the softness and the intimacy of Vicki's pussy. Vicki lent over and gave her a brief but tender kiss and moved her hand to hold Bridget's hand in place.
But Vicki still wasn't satisfied.
"But if you have too many, is there a risk that you'll get bored, that they'll lose their effect?"
"Well it hasn't happened to me," said Bridget. "Every time I have Jim's cock in me, it doesn't matter where, it seems even more more exciting than I remember the last time was.
"And of course it's the same when you go down on me, my lovely Vicki."
Vicki pondered for a while.
"Mmmm, I suppose that's right," smiling as she recalled remembered her passionate time with Jim that morning. How, after their lovemaking she had lain, covered in sweat, her loins still spasming, her vagina still glowing from her stream of orgasms, her breasts still tingling and Jim's semen dripping down her thigh.
"Is it the same for you Daddy?"
"I'm not the best person to ask," grunted Jim. "I have so few bonks and the last one was so long ago, I can't even remember what it felt like."
The women laughed.
They knew that Jim had thought he had died and gone to heaven, being with the two women he loved and who adored him.
They spent some of their time sight-seeing, swimming at the beach, going out to restaurants, all three were happiest when they were alone together.
When the women could lie naked under Jim's and each other's worshiping gaze. When a gaze could become a tender touch, when a touch could become desire, when desire could turn to passion and then to uninhibited, loving sex.
A code of conduct had developed without being discussed.
Jim usually had first call. But Bridget and Vicki used to laugh together about how he was only a man with only so much ammunition in his locker. So they had all the time they needed to meet their desires for each other.
Vicki had come Bali to share the last week of Bridget's and Jim's honeymoon. This had been Bridget's suggestion. She loved Jim and Vicki so much, in different ways, and was happy to see them so intoxicatedly happy with each other.
Only once, after far too much drink, had they tried a threesome. But after half a minute they all agreed it wasn't their scene. For all three, their sex was an expression of love and intimacy, not some form of gymnastics based on D grade porn.
"Perhaps we are just boring and conventional," Vicki had said to her father when they discussed it later.
"You're right. We really are very straight-laced," Jim had agreed as his daughter lowered her head to suck her father's erection.
"Two o'clock, is that the time?" said Vicki standing up and putting on her bikini bra and a T shirt. "Time for my scuba lesson. With that hunky instructor," she added grinning mischievously at Jim.
She bent over him as he sat and gave him a long tender kiss and a touch on his shorts over his penis.
"But not nearly as hunky as my Daddy."
She gave Bridget a similarly tender farewell. "Please be gentle darling Bridget. He's not as young as he was."
She flounced away, swaying her bottom, her long slim legs striding purposefully. Bridget and Jim both watched her departure with affection and laughter.
Bridget stood put on her T shirt, but didn't bother with a bra.
"Let's go for a walk, Old Timer," she held out her hand.
Jim was 10 years older than Bridget but his body was lean, hard and well muscled. His abs, pecs and biceps were well defined, not disguised by even an ounce of fat.
Bridget looked at him in appreciation and thought, "I suppose it's the safaris he takes and all the running he does. And all the bonking"
They walked along Kuta beach. The enormous Indian ocean surf crashed into the shore not 50 meters from where they strolled. The beach was busy. Wealthy, and generally fat tourists in front of the luxury resorts. The more lithe bodies of the younger tourists from the bottom-end accommodation. And everywhere the Balinese. Bridget thought the Balinese women must be the most beautiful in the world.
