Perchance To Dream Pt. 03

"Get your ass up in the air sexy," I heard her say hungrily, and I complied with her request while simultaneously spreading my legs so she could crawl in between them.

"Kiss it and make it feel better, honey," I said between gasps of air.

I felt her hands on my cheeks as she gently spread them apart and I felt her tongue sink into my asshole. I cried out and gripped the sheets tightly in fear that I would flail out of the bed.

Her fingers then gently pried apart the lips of my vagina and I felt her tongue lick up and down my slit from my clit back up to my ass. Her tongue felt amazing and I had to concentrate on keeping my hips still so her mouth would not break contact with my vagina.

She then pressed her mouth hard against me and I felt her tongue lick the walls of my pussy. My hips were slowly rotating backward, almost involuntarily. I was trying to hold back my orgasm, but that was quickly becoming more and more difficult.

I felt her tongue move upward and then she sunk it into my bottom which caused me to gasp and cry out. She then moved her thumb to my clit and began rubbing and a small, circular motion.

I screamed out as my orgasm overtook me and wave after wave crashed into me.

I collapsed into the bed and tried to catch my breath. Alice moved up my body and then snuggled up beside me as we tenderly held each other, our arms and legs intertwined. A wave of emotion swept over me as we kissed, and I pulled her closer to me. It felt so wonderful holding the woman that I loved tight in my arms. I knew from that moment I'd never let her go.

We embraced each other for several minutes, just communicating with kisses, rubs, and feels. Words weren't enough to explain how I felt, and I know she felt it also.

Eventually we relaxed, Alice's head resting on my breast. After a few minutes, she spoke.

"My Dad is really crazy for you Mel, you know that right? I could tell, at dinner."

I thought for a moment and tried to choose my words carefully.

"I'm crazy about him too Alice, but I have to admit, I'm afraid of losing you over him."

Our eyes met and I could see the wounded look.

"How could you even say that! You're not going to lose me, Melanie." She came up and kissed me; a soft, wet, loving kiss.

"When it comes to him, I'll give you a 'hall pass,' but he's the only one. Aside from my father, we are exclusive, and if either of us wants to change that, then we'll talk about it, does that sound fair?"

"It sounds more than fair, honey, it sounds perfect."

She leaned in again and we passionately kissed for several long moments.

The room smelled like sex...again... which seemed to lend itself perfectly with the light film of sweat that was blending on our bodies as we held each other.

My mind wandered as we snuggled, I couldn't help but ponder the peculiar juxtaposition of my father/daughter lovers. Both were equally passionate. However, she was so kind, caring, tender, gentle, and loving while he... well, he's a bit more complicated. He's all those things, too, somewhat. But he also seemed to be discovering his male energy, either again or for the first time, I didn't know. She took me to beautiful heights of loving ecstasy, and he brought me to hard and wild orgasmic places that were verging on the dark side of the spectrum.

It was an interesting duality and I was having a difficult time squaring it in my mind. I was beginning to realize I needed them both. I needed Alice's love, caring, and devotion more than anything. But I needed Jim to tear me up once in awhile, almost as much.

I twitched a little as Alice's fingers grazed over my sex. The sudden stimulation brought me back to the now.

"You still with me?" Alice asked. "Seems like you went away for awhile."

"Sorry, baby," I said softly. "There is one more issue, but I'm reluctant to bring it up."

"Yeah, what's that, counselor?"

"Your dad said he wanted a black girl, just what do you propose we do about it?"

She thought for a moment.

"Latrice, that paralegal on Brad's team. She's beautiful, has a great bod, recently divorced, and also perhaps a little more, shall we say, 'age appropriate?' And, it's rumored she likes a little [I]cream[/i] in her coffee."

I giggled, "She does, huh?"

"Of course she does, I know everything about everyone."

"Well, your dad has a lot of cream, that's for sure."

"Jesus!" Alice smacked her forehead. "Okay, [I]darling[/I], I didn't know [i]that[/i] and I didn't need to know that!"

I teased Alice a bit more, "I think he was thinking more along the lines of a threesome, though."

She laughed, then pinched my nipple rather hard. That seems to run in the family.

"R-i-i-ight, I'm letting him sleep with my girlfriend and as far as I'm concerned, I've gone way above and beyond when it comes to sharing."

"I know, honey," I reassured her. Thankfully, she relaxed her nipple-grip.

"Just teasing, I don't want anyone else in my bed but you two."

"So," Alice said as she sat up in bed, crossing her arms over her breasts. "This sharing bullshit I have to put up with, I'm thinking... once every two or three months? Maybe six months?"

I laughed. I was still learning about Jim, but I was fairly certain he'd have a problem with that timetable.

"Maybe a little more often than that? What about once a week, maybe? At least until he falls in love with Latrice and forgets about me."

Alice grabbed me by the chin and look directly into my eyes. "My love, he will never... couldnever forget about you."

I love Alice. I really do. I mean, Jim is great, but I love her.

"And speaking of my father," she continued, "feel like having some fun?"

"Ummm... What do you have in mind?"

I watched as she reached over to the nightstand and grabbed her iPhone.

"Just go with it, Mel."

************

Back to the Old Man

The drive home sure was weird, my mind was not on the road. I had just left my new lover alone with her current lover, my daughter. And she didn't break up with me, we're just... sharing, I guess? Mel and I kissed each other deeply as I left, and she said we'd get together very soon. But I also saw the way she and Alice behaved with each other; I think they are far more serious than either of them know, or have admitted. I surprised myself when I arrived home, I barely remember navigating my car.

I was looking forward to hashing this out over a nice glass of Spotswoode that a friend gave me last weekend, but I was thrown another curve. Although it was about 8 o'clock at night, my wife was wide awake and sitting in the living room. Normally, she was three sheets to the wind by this time of the night and asleep in the bed. But she seemed to be drinking ice water at the moment, and she didn't seem fuzzy at all.

"Come, sit down," Suzie indicated the chair across the couch from her. "Did you get something to eat?"

"Sure thing. We had some, uh, chicken brought in. Wasn't bad. What's uh, what's going on?" I cocked my head, ready to listen to what she had to say. I hoped her mother wasn't acting up again, that crazy old bag will be the death of me yet.

She sipped her ice water, then spoke.

"Don't interrupt me, okay? This is hard for me." She squirmed in her seat, trying to get comfortable, I guess.

"We've been married... 30 years now. And believe me, it's been a great ride! We've got a lovely daughter-"

Who's turning into a lesbian and probably right now eating out my new girlfriend's pussy.

"And this great house," she continued. "And we've got a little money. But, let's face it. Neither of us is particularly happy... and I think... maybe..." She pursed her lips and struggled to get the words out. Fidgeting some more, she finally just sat up straight. I could see what was coming.

"Well," she began again. "I hope you won't be mad at me like you have been for the last three years, but I went and saw a lawyer today. I think we should get divorced."

She sat back and drained her ice water, she seemed rather pleased with herself. I have to admit I was pretty pleased with her, too. It was good to see her do something! Still, I didn't quite know how to react. I mean, jumping up and down exuberantly might be in poor taste. So I tried to remain calm.

I got up and sat next to her on the sofa and clasped her hands in mine.

"Honey. I agree with you. It's been mostly great, but the last few years... well it just went away or something, didn't it? I mean, it's nobody's fault, right?"

"You aren't mad?" she implored. "I didn't want to hurt you, but I can't go on like this."

"Well, Suzie, you're braver than me. I saw a lawyer two weeks ago and still haven't worked up the courage to tell you! Kudos to you for-"

Suzie threw her drink in my face. Except, she had already drank all the water out of it. So five or six ice cubes bonked me in the face. I sat there stunned.

Suzie burst out laughing, then a few moments later I did too. The situation was absurd, there was nothing else to do but laugh. We hugged for almost a minute, this was the closest we'd been in years.

"Are we... happy?" she ventured. "Should we celebrate?"

"Um, I think so? Yes, let's!" We went to the kitchen where I pulled out a leftover New Year's Dom Perignon bottle from the chiller.

I filled the glasses, then we linked our drinking arms wedding-style.

"To 'Not Us!'" I proposed.

"Not Us!" she responded. And we clinked our glasses, then kissed for a moment. We laughed some more and she got out some grapes and cheeses and began spreading them out for us.

"So is there another guy? Or you just gonna go free-style?"

"Gene Felder," she answered, smiling. "We've been, ummm... seeing each other... for about six months."

"Gene Felder? Oh, you can do better than that! He's an assho-"

Suzie tilted her head down and glared at me. Oops. I'm bad-mouthing her new man. Let him have her, dumbass

"Sorry," I offered.

She laughed. "I know, he's a bit of an asshole. But he's not that bad, and he's loaded. And most importantly, he just adores me!"

"Well, he's a lucky guy." I raised my glass to her and finished my champagne. I was happy for her. A happy wife makes for a happy divorce. At least I hoped it would.

"How about you, Jim? Got anybody?"

Oh, I just fucked the most awesome woman ever in your house yesterday, twice. Spanked her, too. Then we made love most of today, buttfucked her, kind of made her my submissive and fucked her some more. And I'm head over heels in lust and love with her.

"Well, to be honest... I'm not sure. I met somebody, yesterday, actually. But I don't know how it's going to turn out. We'll have to see on that one. But, no, there hasn't been anyone else before that."

Suzie smiled at me as we munched our grapes and drank more champagne and ate some Gouda. We chatted about Alice, and about who gets what piece of art and which car. I was having fun with my wife, it was pretty nice! Maybe we can be friends, after the divorce.

= = =

I sat in the guest room lounge chair after I moved in some of my stuff. No need for pretense anymore, and maybe Suzie could get a good night sleep without my snoring to wake her up in the early hours.

I gazed out the window into the blackness, wishing I had a cigarette. And I don't even smoke. But it seemed like the thing to do when you're brooding. And I was brooding big time.

Melanie, my Mel. What am I going to do with you? What are you going to do with me?

Do I really love you? Or is it just lust? Am I even going to get a chance to find out? Why do you have to be in love with my daughter? She wets the bed for chrissake! Okay, that was when she was 3, but still!

Goddamnit.

My buzzing phone interrupted my thoughts. A text... from... Alice? At 11:30 at night? She better not be gloating.

I can still ground the little slut. Even if she is 21!

Oh, it's a video attachment, not a text. I clicked on it and watched.

"Hi, Daddy! Somebody wants to say hello!"

I could see my daughter's face smiling at me as she held the phone selfie-style. She turned the phone 180 degrees to where Mel lay naked on the bed. Then she went down to Mel's feet in a close-up. She slowly panned the screen up Mel's leg until her beautiful sex came into close-up view in the dim light.

Two of Alice's fingers went right inside Mel's pussy, moved around a bit, and came back out, glistening with female juices.

"I did that to her, Daddy," I heard my daughter giggle off-screen. "Look how wet she is! Mmmmm!" I could hear slurping noises as I guess she was licking her fingers with Mel's tasty juices on them.

The camera continued to pan up, past her full breast and rigid nipple, and then pulled back a bit so Mel's face came into view.

"Give me the phone, silly," commanded Mel. "And go take a shower, you little slut!"

The phone turned around and Alice stuck her tongue out at me, then flipped me off. The phone went wild as it apparently dropped on the bed, then Mel picked it up and spoke into it.

"Hey Jim," she sighed, smiling at me. "I know you're wondering what's going to happen. Well, don't. Alice and I are deeply in love, but there's some room for you, too. No, not a threesome! You pervert! But I can't let you go. I need Alice so much, but I... I think I need you, too. Call me tomorrow, okay? Much love."

And she put two fingers to her mouth and kissed them, then put them on the camera. More fumbling, and the video stopped.

I texted back to my daughter and told her I loved her, and that I loved Mel too.

Because I know I do love Mel. And even if I can't have her in my bed forever, I think she will be in my life forever.

And that ain't too shabby, for a semi-old guy like me.

= = The End = =

(Probably?)

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it. Votes and intelligent comments are welcomed and much appreciated!

A massive 'Thank You' to Melanieatplay, without whom none of this would've happened. She's an absolute treasure! Please search her name on this site and check out her stories, they're awesome. Her "Meeting James" stories are referenced here. I'm very lucky to have her help on this! Huggggs to you, Mel! :)