Submitting to Daddy Pt. 04

The next day was Sunday, and as usual Eric rose early to go for a run and work out in the little gym he'd installed in the garage. The house was empty when he left, but by the time he came downstairs from his post-workout shower, Cassie and Jax were sitting at the kitchen table talking happily. It was the same as countless other Sunday mornings, except of course for the fact that both women were wearing only panties.

Eric didn't say anything as he strolled into the kitchen wearing his customary weekend uniform of a plain T-shirt and soft mesh shorts. Jax smiled at him from across the table, and he approached the back of Cassie's chair first. He reached over her shoulders and slid his open palms down her chest and over her large breasts.

"Good morning, my love," he said, and bent over to kiss the top of her head.

"Mmm, good morning Daddy," Cassie said, subtly pushing out her chest to allow him better access. She twisted her head to kiss him on the lips, opening her mouth to let him do as he pleased with his tongue.

The kiss was short, but Eric used it as an opportunity to steal a glance at Jax, interested in her reaction to his first direct sexual act in her presence. She was still smiling, but her eyes were glued to his hands as they roamed Cassie's torso.

Eric cupped his wife's breasts, briefly squeezing and massaging the generous mounds before taking her nipples between each thumb and forefinger and pinching them in the way he knew she loved. He hadn't allowed Cassie to cum in days, and he could already hear her breathing start to quicken. He knew at this point she was liable to cum just from having her tits fondled, so he gave them one final squeeze before letting go.

The whole greeting had taken all of 10 seconds and he had just cum in Cassie's mouth the night before, but it was still enough to induce an incipient erection in his shorts; not full staff, but enough to be visible against the pliable material. Yet he did nothing to obscure his growing bulge, and he could sense Jax's eyes on it as he walked around the table to greet her.

The chairs around the kitchen table had short backs, ending just below the sitter's shoulder blades, leaving plenty of one's upper body exposed from behind. As Eric approached his daughter, he unselfconsciously pressed his bulge against her bare upper back, leaning forward just enough to elicit a jolt of pleasure from the pressure. He knew Jax could feel his cock as a distinct presence against her separate from the general heft of his body, and he could feel her stiffen for an instant before yielding to his touch as he repeated the greeting he had extended to her mother.

"Good morning, honey," he said, his hands grazing over nipples that were already stiff. "Did you sleep well?"

"Good morning, Daddy," she said, the words coming out breathy and stilted, and Eric could see that her eyes were closed. He wasn't surprised. If she was anything like her mother, Jax would have very sensitive nipples, and this sensation -- not to mention in this setting -- must be quite intense, especially after the excitement of the previous day.

Still, Eric took his time exploring her. From the moment he opened his eyes this morning, he'd been excited about feeling her body for the first time. It lived up to his expectations. Though he was still absolutely enamored with everything about his wife's body, he'd forgotten what it was like to touch a younger woman. There was just something undeniable about the allure of it. Jax's skin was smooth and supple; it didn't bunch or drag as his palms explored her flat stomach, and she gleamed with a sun-kissed radiance. Eric was in great shape, but even he felt a pang of jealousy at the palpable firmness of her abs, the result of years of swimming and soccer combined with a teenager's lightning-fast metabolism.

And that wasn't even including her tits. In the 24 hours since Jax first exposed them, Eric still hadn't gotten over how impossibly perky they were. He and Cassie had both discussed them admiringly the night before, and as if acknowledging that conversation, Eric smiled at his wife across the table. She returned his grin, and they exchanged a nod imperceptible to anyone who hasn't been married for multiple decades. Eric slid his hands up Jax's body to cup her breasts.

Jax exhaled involuntarily the second his hands encircled her tits, and she uttered a wordless "Uuunnnggg" as he began to fondle her. She arched her back into his grip, which engulfed her B-cup breasts, and his fingers quickly found her erect nipples. He pulled on them as he kneaded the lissome flesh in his expert hands, eliciting more vocal expressions of pleasure. There was nothing subtle about Eric's own arousal either; his cock was a steel rod against her back, and he gently rocked it against her.

With one final twirl of her nipples, Eric released his daughter's breasts and stroked her side lovingly as he took his seat. He took a deep breath in and out through his nose as he asserted control over his lust; his cock was straining for release, rising obscenely in his lap like an obelisk in mesh, but the day was young, and Eric had other plans.

He gave Jax a moment to compose herself, turning to Cassie. "Would you please fix me a cup of coffee, my love?"

"Of course, Daddy," she said, with a smile.

Eric still insisted on getting the newspaper delivered -- he was something of a traditionalist, after all -- and he picked up the issues of the L. A. Times and Orange County Register he'd left on the table after collecting them on his run earlier. He flipped through them, scanning the headlines and letting himself get sucked into a story about a business deal involving one of his firm's clients, but he kept half an eye on Jax, who seemed to have stabilized but was looking a little uncertain of her herself.

"What are your plans today, honey?" he said without looking away from the paper except to thank Cassie when she returned with his coffee and a bowl of Cheerios.

"Umm, not much," Jax said, sounding throaty. She cleared her throat and started again, more naturally. "Not too much, Daddy. I was going to go for a run, then Mom and I were talking about going to the mall to do some college shopping. I mean, if that's OK?" She looked at him doubtfully.

Eric folded the paper down and looked at her square in the eyes. "Of course it is, honey. I don't want you to worry about doing things like that, living your regular life. Really, not that much has changed, aside from a few obvious things." His eyes darted to her exposed breasts, and the corner of his mouth twitched up. "And if I want something, I'll let you know. Trust me."

She nodded in understanding. "OK, thanks Daddy. I didn't think you'd say no. I just wasn't sure if I should ask, I guess."

"Perfectly understandable," he said and picked his paper back up. "You two should definitely go shopping. I imagine you have a lot to do before you leave for school."

He settled back in his chair and sipped his coffee, half-listening while Cassie and Jax discussed the items on her college shopping list. It sounded like they would at it for several hours, which was fine with him; he had some work to finish up that afternoon. He was reading the sports section by now, skimming an article about the Angels' latest loss. He'd been a fan since childhood, and even though the team been hopeless for a decade or more, theirs was a Halos household, with game broadcasts the background noise to countless spring and summer evenings over the years.

"Tell you what," he said, cutting into a brief lull in the ladies' conversation, "the Angels are playing at four this afternoon. Why don't we watch some of the game together when you're done shopping?"

"Good idea, Daddy," Jax said. "I haven't watched a game all season, and I need to stock up on family time."

"Yes, good idea, Daddy," Cassie said, a knowing smile twisting the corners of her mouth. She had an idea that "family time" had more to do with Eric's suggestion than baseball did, a suspicion that was confirmed when he tipped her a wink when Jax wasn't looking.

"Good, it's settled," he said. "And don't fill up at the food court. Pretty sure we have some burgers and dogs in the fridge. I can grill up a ballpark feast for dinner."

"Mmm, yummy," Jax said. Hot dogs had been her favorite food as a child, a love she'd never outgrown. "Who needs the spa when you have hot dogs."

"Oh, that reminds me," Eric said, "You told me about the spa yesterday but I forgot to ask about your wax. Mom said you were a champ. How was it?"

"Oh, it was good, I guess," Jax said. She looked a little startled at the sudden change of subject but quickly shook it off. "It hurt at first, but after a little while I got kind of numb and it wasn't so bad. Also it, kind of ..." She trailed off, looking away and smiling embarrassedly.

"What, honey?" Eric said. "It's OK, tell me."

She took a quick breath, still sheepishly averting her eyes. "Well ... it kind of felt good knowing that I was doing it for you." She looked up at him.

"I'm glad, honey," Eric said. Her hands were clasped together on the table, and he placed one of his hands over them. "That's a very sweet thing to say. And I do appreciate you doing it. Do you like how it looks?"

"Um, yeah I do," she said. "I actually really like it. It was definitely worth it."

"Good, good," Eric said. "Show me." He pushed his chair away from the table and sat facing her, as if to give her his full attention.

Jax hesitated for a moment. Her nipples, which had softened over the past 30 minutes, were again tight and hard. With a quick glance at her mother, who nodded encouragingly, she scooted back her chair and stood facing her father. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down to the tops of her thighs, just barely exposing her hairless mound.

"Beautiful, honey," Eric said. Her pussy was gorgeous and perfectly smooth. She may not have the same genes as Cassie in the breast department, but here Jax was the spitting image her mother. The realization made Eric smile.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing sweetie. Now take your panties all the way off. I want to see everything"

Jax gave a wiggle to slide her panties down her legs, and then she was fully naked in front of her parents for the first time as an adult. Her hands twitched toward her bare groin instinctively, but Eric was pleased that she fought off the urge to cover herself.

"Good girl, now turn around. Good. Can you back toward me a few steps?"

Jax's pert little ass was now about a foot from his face, crisp tan lines cutting diagonally across each cheek. He stroked the side of her thigh with one hand. She didn't turn or react in any way, but he knew she had to be nervous and keenly sensitive to his touch.

He took one cheek in each hand. Her ass was small but strong; he could feel the muscles as he spread her cheeks. The pink star of her tight asshole was just as wonderfully smooth as her pussy, perfectly clean and unblemished, without a freckle in sight. He could look at this view all day. "You look so beautiful, honey," he said. "I'm so proud of you."

"Thank you, Daddy," Jax said from above.

Eric's cock was again hard as a rock in his shorts. He squeezed her cheeks, lovingly kneading them as he gently stretched them open wider. Her puffy pussy opened, revealing a set of tidy inner lips. A whiff of her smell drifted up to his nostrils, earthy and sweet. She quivered in his grasp and moaned under her breath. She had never been touched like this before, and after being edged all day yesterday, her arousal had reached levels she didn't know existed.

"It's important you stay nice and clean for me, honey," Eric said. He kept his tone natural, as if spreading his daughter's ass cheeks was an everyday occurrence, no big deal. "So each time you use the bathroom, make sure to use the bidet attachment as well. I don't know how often you use the one in your bathroom, but your mother loves it in ours. Without any hair, it's easy to keep clean."

"That's right, love," Cassie said. She had been watching the whole interchange intently, her tits resting on the kitchen table as she leaned forward to get a better view. She was also incredibly horny, but she didn't dare touch herself without permission, and her legs rubbed together absentmindedly under the table. "It's quick and easy. I can share some tips with you so you're always perfect for Daddy."

"Ok, thanks Mom," Jax said. She spoke quickly, sounding distracted, which Eric supposed wasn't really a surprise. He had begun rotating his thumbs in the supple flesh underneath her cheeks, indirectly manipulating her pussy, and her hips were starting to rock against his movements in order to generate more pleasure.

"Do you like it when I touch you like this?" he asked.

"Mmmm, yes Daddy," she said, her voice a whine of longing. "Nobody's ever touched me like this before. It feels so, so good."

"Good, honey," he said. He slipped a hand between her legs and made glancing contact with her moist lips, brushing against her clit. Just the one touch, and then he let go and stood up. Jax moaned and pushed her hips back against hands no longer there. Eric smiled at her desperation, knowing there was so much more ahead of her.

Ignoring the protrusion of his erection in his shorts, Eric grabbed his coffee mug and drained it. "Why don't you girls get ready to go shopping and I'll get started on my work."

Cassie pushed back her chair and began gathering the dishes from the table. Jax stood motionless for a moment, her discarded panties in her hand.

"Daddy, when we get home, should I keep these on?" she asked.

"You decide, honey," Eric said. "Either way is fine with me."

She smiled. "Ok, Daddy."

The women dispersed for their morning activities, Jax on her run and Cassie for yoga in the garage gym. Eric retreated to his office overlooking the front yard to read over briefs filed for an upcoming case. Eric was too senior in his firm to be working in the trenches, but he still put in several hours outside of the office each week. He still worked analog when possible, and he picked up a stack of papers from his large wooden desk and settled back in his chair. He quickly got absorbed in his work, his pen scratching along the margins with edits and questions for his junior counsel to address.

In what felt like no time at all, there was a soft knock on the door. Cassie and Jax entered at his instruction. It had scarcely been 24 hours since they began their new lifestyle, but it already struck Eric as odd to see them clothed in the house. Cassie was in her usual outfit of high-end athleisure, while Jax wore a pair of short denim cut-offs and a plain white T-shirt that made her blonde hair and tanned skin pop.

"We're off to the mall, Daddy," Cassie said. "It should only take a few hours."

"Ok, girls," he said, leaning back in his leather chair. "Send me a picture or two from the dressing room. And stay away from that barbecue place in the food court or I'll be smelling it on you for a week."

"Yes, Daddy," they said in unison, then giggled. They really could be sisters, Eric thought again.

"Don't work too hard, Daddy," Cassie said. She came over to kiss him goodbye, and his hand gravitated to the curve of her polyester-clad behind for a quick husbandly pat. Jax waited in the doorway, seemingly unsure if she should follow her mother's lead, but she scampered over at an expectant look from Eric.

"Bye, Daddy," she said as she bent over to kiss his forehead. Eric cupped her groin, feeling the heat through the denim. He gave it a brief squeeze and she groaned in his ear and tried to grind her hips into his hand for more, but he gave her a quick slap on the ass to send her on her way.

"Have fun, girls," he said, and settled back into his work.

A beautiful silence descended on his wood-walled study after they drove away, broken only by the crackling of his leather chair as he changed position. Two hours passed. Eric finished one brief, then another, periodically pausing to gaze out the window at the bright California sunshine. He was just getting contemplating the idea of lunch when his phone buzzed on the desk.

Cassie had texted a photo on the family thread with him and Jax. Seeing it juxtaposed against the previous messages from days earlier, which might as well have been from another life, Eric couldn't help but marvel at how things had transpired over the past day. What could have been a disaster was progressing better than he'd ever dared hope in his pragmatic, lawyerly imaginings.

The photo was taken in front of a dressing room mirror. Cassie and Jax were completely naked except for their sneakers. They were facing each other with their bodies pressed together, two slabs of toned, tanned skin, their tits smooshed together. Jax had her arms wrapped around Cassie's lower back with her hands on her mother's ass. Cassie had one arm around Jax's lower back, while the other held the phone used to snap the shot.

Even with this erotic vision, what really struck Eric were his girls' faces. Jax's head was thrown back in laughter, her long straight hair cascading down her back. Her closed eyes and open, smiling mouth were the epitome of unadulterated delight. Cassie also had a joyful grin, but she was a little more focused as she tried to take the picture. They both just looked so purely happy.

Beneath the photo, Cassie had texted: "We miss you Daddy! Hope you're not working too hard." She added a two winky-face emojis and a red heart.

Smiling, genuinely touched by the joy their submission to him had already brought to their lives, Eric replied: "Love you girls. Glad you're having fun. See you soon."

He put his phone down and adjusted his crotch, wrenching his large penis out of the uncomfortable spot it had gotten wedged into in his boxers. He stood up and stretched, then ventured into the kitchen in search of a sandwich.

He was back at his desk when the girls came home a few hours later. He watched through the window as the car pulled into the driveway and the two of them traipsed up to the front door laden with shopping bags, but when they knocked on his office door a minute later, they were both fully naked, looking just as happy as they had in the photo. Eric set down his papers and kissed them both, Cassie on the mouth and Jax on the forehead -- kissing her romantically on the mouth felt like perhaps the last boundary to cross -- then joined them in the living room to sort through their purchases and discuss their day.

By the time all the clothes, sheets, towels, toiletries, pillows, posters, organizers and everything else had been accounted for and stored in a corner of the garage, it was almost four o'clock. Eric shepherded his girls to the couch and sat between them, an arm around each while Cassie turned on the game.

It progressed with the sunny, unhurried pace of summer baseball. The sturdy voices of the broadcasters settled into their familiar rhythms, rising only when the Angels managed to scratch across a few early runs. With the team already free from the pressure of contending for the playoffs, the whole affair had a contented, mellow vibe, with a three-quarters-full Big A awash in late-afternoon sunlight. Eric and the girls chatted amiably, discussing the last play or what the broadcaster had just said or something completely unrelated.

But by the middle of the game the action had plateaued, and Eric could feel their attention -- and his own -- start to wander. His arms were no longer around the girls' shoulders, and he subtly squeezed Cassie's thigh with his left hand to get her attention then gave her another of those barely perceptible marital nods. She smiled.

She leaned forward and spoke to Jax across the couch: "Hey Jack-o, help me with his?" Her voice was utterly nonchalant; she could have been asking Jax to help her dry the dishes. Instead, Jax turned to watch Cassie drop her right arm into Eric's lap, where it began to stroke gently across his mesh shorts. Jax's eyes popped wide, and her lips curled into an excited, nervous smile.

Jax tentatively placed her hand on Eric's thigh. She paused there for a moment, like a bather easing herself into a roiling jacuzzi, then inched forward toward his groin. Her fingers explored the inner curve of his thigh, sending a surge of arousal up Eric's spine. Her hand lingered on the boundary between his thigh and pubic area, her fingers curling in a light stroking motion.

After what felt like hours but in reality was merely an instant, she bridged the gap. Her fingers crept up the rise of his groin to the root of his cock. She wrapped her hand around the rapidly hardening organ, feeling it grow and pulse with life. She followed its length down his opposite thigh as it bulged up against the loose shorts.

"Oh my," she said under her breath. Eric and Cassie smiled at one another at the delightfully quaint expression, but Jax didn't see; her eyes were fixed on her work. The baseball broadcasters were still chatting but it seemed to be coming from another room. Cassie had removed her hand from Eric's lap, leaving Jax free rein to explore. She found his tip and circled her hand around it before sliding all the way back to the base. She repeated the motion, rubbing his full length gently through his shorts.

"Is this OK, Daddy?"

"Yes, honey," he said, and kissed her forehead.

He settled back into the couch and turned his attention back to the game. Jax paused her movements and looked questioningly at her mother, who gestured with an expectant nod toward Jax's motionless hand. Jax took her meaning and resumed stroking. They sat like that for several minutes, Eric and Cassie watching the game while Jax rubbed his cock through his shorts. Her movements were a bit awkward, and she sometimes squeezed too hard or applied too much friction, but Eric didn't correct her. She was getting comfortable servicing him, that was the important thing.

When the next inning ended, Eric lowered the volume during the commercial break. He was now fully erect and straining against his shorts, the outline of his cockhead clearly visible. Jax squeezed him, examining the dense thickness of his girth.

"It feels so big," she said. "I've never even seen one before, but still somehow I know this is big."

"Most of them aren't like Daddy's," Cassie said. The nipples on her large, exposed breasts were rock hard as she watched her daughter fondle her husband. "We are so, so lucky to have your father."

"I think I'm the lucky one," Eric said, smiling. Without preamble, he sat up off the couch and pulled his shorts and underwear down his legs, then kicked them away across the floor. His thick, circumcised cock slapped down heavily on his lower stomach, his large balls hanging low between his legs.

Jax's hand hovered in mid-air, but only for an instant. Cassie and Eric watched as Jax's fingertips examined the spongy rise along the underside of the meaty shaft, a motion that quickly turned into an open-palmed stroke up and down the full erect length. After satisfying herself with that exploration, Jax wrapped her fingers around the base and pulled Eric's large penis off his stomach to a 90-degree angle.

"It's so big," she said again, her guileless innocence both endearing and incredibly arousing to Eric. She moved the cock around like a joystick, not intending to produce pleasure, but purely to observe it from every angle. She saw her thumb and fingers weren't touching. She gave the cock a few tentative pumps then looked up at her mother with wide eyes. "You're supposed to put this inside you?"

Cassie and Eric both burst out laughing. Jax smiled uncertainly, her hand still wrapped around the thick shaft, looking back and forth between the two of them, unsure if she had said something wrong. Once they were finally able to suppress their giggles, Cassie smiled warmly at her.

"Yes, honey, you put it inside you," she said. She reached down and encircled her hand around Jax's and began guiding it in a slow pumping motion. "With lube and patience, it fits. And once it does, it's the best feeling in the entire world. It completes you." She let go of Jax's hand, which continued jerking gently.

"Like this, Daddy?" Jax asked again. He nodded and she nodded back, as if to herself, confirming a best practice. She continued the slow jerking, her hand gripped in place around the shaft, pulling the taut skin up and down across the engorged tissues within.

"That's perfect, honey," Cassie said. "We could also add lubrication, in which case you can slide your hand across the skin. But this is just right." She reached between Eric's legs and cradled his large balls in the palm of her hand. They were tight against his body thanks to the air conditioning. "Daddy loves having his balls touched, too. Some men don't care for it, but it's super important for Daddy."

Jax switched his cock to her more awkward left hand and with her right replaced her mother's around his scrotum. Eric wasn't a particularly hairy guy, and he always kept his light brown pubic hair neatly trimmed, especially on his balls, ensuring maximum sensitivity. Jax kneaded his sack in her hand, but her grip quickly became too strong and Eric instinctively jolted and grasped her wrist.

"Oh sorry, Daddy!" Jax cried and let go with both of her hands. She looked stricken.

"Gentle, honey, gentle," he said, and turned to Cassie, a little annoyed at the minimal guidance she'd imparted before abandoning his most sensitive area. He released Jax's right arm and then directed her left hand back to his cock, which she resumed jerking. "Let Mom show you first. Don't twist and don't squeeze too hard. Be gentle. A nice, firm grip is fine, great even, but nothing too abrupt."

"I'm sorry, Daddy," Cassie said, true remorse evident in her eyes. She pressed her breasts against him and kissed him passionately on the mouth. Then she turned back to Jax. "Daddy's right, let me show you."

She pushed the coffee table away and slid down to her knees between his legs on the carpeted floor. She beckoned Jax to follow her. She took his balls in her hand and explained all the ways he loved to be fondled. Jax, always a diligent student, paid close attention. Eric was listening at first but some action in the muted baseball game behind them caught his eye and he sat back against the sofa to watch while the two beautiful blondes serviced him with their hands.

The game went back to commercial and Eric realized Cassie had disappeared, leaving Jax alone on the floor. She was jerking him and caressing his balls with great focus and it was a minute or two before she realized he was looking at her. She smiled sheepishly.

"I hope this feels good, Daddy." Her strokes were a little uncoordinated with her non-dominant hand, but she was consistent and her grip was the right mix of firm and gentle. He was rock hard.

"It feels perfect, honey."

At that moment, Cassie reappeared in the doorway, her large tits swaying. There was a bottle of lube in her hand. She knelt beside Jax again and squirted some onto Eric's cock. The viscous material -- always a little cold -- made its way under Jax's fingers and in an instant her whole hand was sliding up and down his shaft. He groaned in pleasure. Jax smiled devilishly and started speeding up, but he touched her wrist, and she took his hint to return to a nice, regular rhythm.

"Just like that," he grunted.

"Try using two hands, honey," Cassie said. "I'll take care of his balls." Jax obeyed, and Cassie brought her lips to his sack, which she began to lick and suck with great expertise.

Eric lost himself in the pure pleasure of their service. He flexed against Jax's grip and within a few minutes his legs began to tighten and spasm. Recognizing that his orgasm was near, Cassie removed her face from his balls and spoke to Jax: "Daddy's about to cum, sweetheart. Don't stop when it happens, keep stroking, nice and even." Jax's face was screwed up with effort -- she'd been jerking for a good 15 minutes by now -- but she nodded.

"Now, we always swallow Daddy when he cums, so move your hands down a bit," Cassie continued. "That's right. I'm going to put my mouth -- " But before she could finish speaking, Eric pushed her head into his lap and her lips wrapped around the head of his cock. He held her head in place as he let out an animalistic grunt and began to cum. Jax's hands bounced against her mother's lips as she pumped Eric's load into her mouth. Cassie swallowed the first deposit quickly before the second burst filled mouth anew.

An instant later, the climax was subsiding, and Eric released Cassie's head, which Jax wisely took as her signal to slow her stroking. She let go of his cock but watched as Cassie picked it right back up and expertly milked the remaining drops of cum into her mouth. She swallowed with a dramatic lip smack and smiled.

"Thank you, Daddy."

Eric stretched and grunted as the last waves of pleasure rolled away. "You're welcome, my love." He looked contentedly at Jax, who was holding her lube-soaked hands out in front of her uncertainly but with a look of pride on her face. "And thank you, honey. You did so well. I can't tell you how proud I am of you."

"Thank you Daddy," she said, beaming. She wiped off her hands with a damp towel that Cassie had seemingly produced from thin air and rejoined Eric on the couch. "I really liked it. It was so sexy to feel you get hard in my hands. To be responsible for that ..." she trailed off.

As if to confirm her words, Eric reached between her legs and slid his middle finger amongst the folds of her smooth slit. Jax's breath caught in her throat. She was wet to the touch and his finger was quickly coated in her juices.

"I think she really did like it," Eric said, shooting a grin to Cassie, who was still kneeling on the floor and watching intently. He turned back to Jax, whose eyes had closed, her hips rocking in her seat. He was only grazing her clit, enough to electrify Jax's brain but not enough to bring her close to a climax. As if she realized this, she grabbed Eric's thick wrist with one hand and thrust her pussy against his hand.

"Please, Daddy," she moaned, looking up at him in half-lidded gaze. Her body was stiff with arousal. "Please."

If this wasn't her first real day of submission, Eric would have disciplined her for her brazenness. Nothing serious, maybe a quick spanking or a punishment time in the corner. But as it was, he just stroked her hair with his free hand and pulled her in to kiss her forehead. She certainly wouldn't be cumming today.

"Not yet, honey."

She moaned as he pulled his hand away from her eager groin, offering a brief moment of resistance with her grip around his wrist before yielding and collapsing back into the couch panting.

Eric rose, his soft cock still sticky with dried lube, which Cassie lovingly cleaned with the wet towel, pressing her breasts against his legs. He tugged at her ear lovingly, a longtime gesture of affection between the two of them. He knew she was also desperately horny and had to be extremely aroused from the events of the past hour. Not only that, but until this weekend she had always had him to herself; she'd always been the only object of his passion and attention. Now she was sharing him, and he was so impressed and appreciative of what she was sacrificing for him. She would cum tonight, he decided right then, but later, in the privacy of their room where Jax couldn't see.

That decision made, he clapped his hands and looked as his girls with open, genuine excitement. "OK," he exclaimed, "who wants hot dogs?"