An Experiment, Dinner takes a carnal turn

Alex had left Joe and Sam with a message for his new wife and their mother Jennifer that he'd be along in a bit and not to wait for him. While on the way to the dinning room (or more likely dinning hall considering the size of his new place) after the bell rang, Alex considered his current circumstances. His family, coworkers and everyone else in his presence were transformed with stunning speed and thoroughness. The only two constants were that the changes always resulted in a theoretical positive and essentially Alex himself. So far at least. Alex had never seriously wanted to be the CEO of the company except in idle daydreams, but that's what had happened. He hadn't genuinely believed he'd be surrounded by gorgeous women or have them be so sexually eager. Nor did he ever believe he'd perform so well in the bedroom. Again, except in idle daydreams. Maybe that was the link. A casual urge and suddenly things 'altered' around him to fulfill that urge like it had always been that way. And as far as he could tell, he was the only one aware anything was out of the ordinary.

But that brought a new question to mind. If idle thoughts brought about changes, could he somehow 'calibrate' the phenomena to listen to his conscious wishes? If the changes switched over to a new set of rails, conscious-willed desires, could he maybe take control of the alterations and not deal with so many surprises? And possibly manage the collateral (pleasant though it had been so far) of other people?

He figured it was worth a shot. Sitting on a nearby padded bench in a huge hallway, Alex leaned forward with his head between his knees, wrapped his arms around the back of his neck and head like a duck-and-cover, closed his eyes and visualized his will billowing outward from him in waves into the world. Admittedly, while he'd always considered himself a moral (or at least not terrible) person, the last few days had a bit of an effect on him. Instead of willing himself back to his previous lifestyle, he wanted to enact some deliberate changes in the current vein of his life.

Sitting up, he looked around a little dazed. Nothing it appears had physically changed. Place was still a mansion that he would wager rivaled the Taj Mahal and Buckingham Palace combined. Checking himself in a mirror as he moved on to dinner, he was the same. Still balding and pudgy. Still middle-aged. Alex gave his reflection a small shrug and headed toward the double doors leading to the dinning area. Walking in, he was treated to several amazing sights.

First of all, the dining room was indeed a dinning hall. His new family was gathered at one end of a table that could easily sit a few dozen people. The big change was his family themselves. Well, not really the family so much as their...attire? Joe was still the new Joe. A blend of him and Jennifer. Still wearing the business casual slacks and button-up when Alex saw him at the door. Still the same dress shoes. Still male. Samantha, Tina and Jennifer however looked perfectly comfortable despite their choice of clothing. All three women were wearing bikinis and heels. Passing his daughter he glanced at her and noted her bottoms were a yellow thong to match her top. And did her tits go up a cup size in the last half hour? She appeared to be at least a large C now. She smiled pleasantly and with the same admiring look his wife Jennifer and former wife Tina were giving him. Taking the empty chair between Tina and Jennifer that had obviously been left for him, he spared a furtive glance at their bikinis as well when they leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek each. Yep, tiny, matching thongs. Jennifer wore a deep red that complemented her auburn hair and Tina's was the same bubblegum pink as her own locks.

As if from nowhere, a handful of maids, all female, all model worthy, all wearing French maid outfits you'd expect on more daring college girls on Halloween, showed up and served the people seated. The maids' skirts were maybe and inch below the lower curves of their asses and were so low cut, Alex held his breath for total spillage everytime one of them leaned over or breathed. Another thing he noticed is every maid stealing glances at him and blushing or giving him very warm smiles. The maids serving his side of the table each glanced to his crotch and licked their lips slightly.

"Thank you, Mei." Jennifer mentioned to the slightly Asian, olive skinned brunette with dancer's legs and C cups. "This looks delicious."

"You're welcome Mrs. Alexander. It was our pleasure. We hope you enjoy." she answered back with a sexy purr while staring directly at Alex.

A couple of the maids left the dinning hall and two stepped back a little ways but remained at the ready. Mei and another girl. He'd wager either one of them was twenty at best.

The family began to tuck into the various noodles and meats when Alex noticed extra movement around the table. Glancing up, he saw that himself and Joe had started eating but the ladies had reached behind their backs and necks to undo the knots holding their tops up before casually tossing them aside. The table now had two fully clothed males and three supermodel caliber women wearing nothing but thongs and heels. With three topless beauties eating dinner like nothing was odd and his son Joe occupied with his own plate, Alex couldn't hold back any longer. He needed to get off.

He knew she was still his daughter regardless of who her mother was, but her blonde, elegantly shaggy pixie cut, taller height and amazing figure meant Samantha was just as much a target for his lusts as his former boss had become. He had a question though and depending on the answer, he'd have both more information about his 'experiment' and an opportunity to fulfill a longtime fantasy.

Clearing his throat after his last mouthful of lo mein, Alex saw everyone regard him with rapt attention. "Sam, darling, how is your husband George?" In the old reality, her husband was a slightly stuffy, and kind of boorish, but perfectly respectable gentleman.

"He's fine daddy. He's at a conference in Ottowa." she answered with a smile.

Honestly, hearing such a gorgeous woman calling him 'daddy' caused him to pitch a tent. "I see. Any chance you could call him?" Alex said with poorly feigned nonchalance as he rose from his chair and walked around to his kids' side of the table.

"Of course." Sam answered easily before her voice and expression took on a concerned mein. "Is everything alright?" she asked as she watched her father approach her where she was sitting.

"Sure, sure. No problem." Alex stated even as he got more aroused the closer he got to his daughter and his heart pounded in his chest with anticipation. "I just thought it might be nice of us to let him know you got here safe and sound and to touch base with the family since he couldn't join us for dinner. Stand up."

"Oh honey." Jennifer gazed at him affectionately while Tina smiled blushing.

"Wow Mr. Alexander! You're super smart and considerate and stuff!" Tina exclaimed. "A horny bimbo like me would have never thought of that!"

"You're amazing dad." Sam grinned proudly at her father while she rose from the chair and started dialing on a phone that appeared in her hand. "But why do I have to stand up?"

Alex was moving her chair to the side and out of the way even as he sidled up behind her. "Well, you can't very well be bent over the table when you're sitting down dear." he said as if the answer was obvious, putting a hand on her hip to and the other applying gentle but firm pressure on the middle of her bare back to guide her bending at the waist over the table. Her tits were almost in her plate and her face just above what looked like a bowl of pudding.

"Oh, that's true." she said with a note of surprised understanding while she used one arm to balance herself and with the hand still holding the ringing phone nudging things out of the way so the space underneath her was clear. "But why am I bent over daddy?" she asked. There was no suspicion or apprehension in her voice. It was more in the tone of someone asking why the sky was blue. Her demeanor was one of total trust. Nobody present except Alex himself had any clue the current scene was at all out of place.

"Because I'm going to fuck you slutheart." Alex said while breathing heavily and undoing his fly. Touching her just now, he was stunned by the warm, soft silk of her skin. He meant to say 'sweetheart', but he might have had a bit of a Freudian slip. Not that anyone but him noticed or cared.

"Oh, of course." Sam replied with utter understanding and trust. "Thank you daddy. I've missed your cock. I've missed you plowing me like the stupid whore I am." Sam heard the sound of her father's ziper coming down and rustle of fabric as he removed his pants. Every sound made her progressively wetter with anticipation. Feeling his hands peel her thong over her hips, off her flawless peach of an ass and down her long legs, she heard Alex emit a lustful groan from behind her. Samantha made slight stepping motion to help the thong fall the rest of the way to the floor and then kicked it off with a tight flick of her heel.

At this point, the phone stopped ringing and she heard the voice of her husband, George. "Hello Sam. Are you at your parents' place?"

Sam smiled sweetly at the sound of her husband's voice even as she felt the hands of her father running all over her back, thighs, legs and ass. Exploring every crevice and stopping curiously when he felt her soaking cunt, probing lightly with a finger and coming away with a string of sticky arousal from his daughter. Another groan from Alex and then he said, "Put it on speaker and tell him what's happening."

Obediently, Sam switched on speakerphone and placed it on the table in the middle of the family. "Hi baby! I just wanted to let you know I got home safe and sound and my father is about to impale my slutty cunt with his fucking amazing cock! He's just playing with me right now though. I can feel him poking my vaj with the tip of his prick. But he's not sticking it in me yet. I really, really want it." She turned to give Alex a fake angry pout and then turned back to her phonecall with her husband. "Daddy's just teasing me now. But I think he should know I'm as tight as ever and I-AAAAAIiii-OOOOOooo...." her sentence turned into a surprised squeal (with her father's voice adding in an almost astonished 'SHIT' in the background) and settled into a happy, drawn-out moan as she turned to give her father a sultry look and said "He's in now." with a satisfied purr.

Alex had been running his hands all over his daughter and was trying to line up with her clearly willing pussy slowly. He wanted to savor it. But hearing his daughter talk so casually slutty to her husband and combined with her shaking her hips to make her butt wiggle provocatively Alex had given into impulse, tightened his grip on her hips and thrust forward with a flick of his hips. He was buried balls deep in his daughter which he found surprising due to her astonishing tightness that even now gripped his length in a hot, silky massage. She was so tight, it felt like her love channel had been specifically molded around him. Probably the only reason he was bathed in the mind blowing pleasure of her cunt so easily was the fact she was wet as fuck. Obviously aroused to a high degree. Alex was almost going crosseyed at the feeling of her tunnel gripping him so eagerly and expertly. She had probably been deliberately provoking him by shaking her ass like some stripper at him. The smouldering gaze and self-satisfied smirk on her lips at him told him he was right. That little minx!

Alex wasn't still adjusting to her a bit and didn't feel quite like pumping away yet. Then again, to pay her back for that little bit of mischief, he could just take it out and slam nearly dry into her ass. Listening to her scream her pretty little head off and clawing at the table like a madwoman while her husband was on the line made his cock give a happy twitch in her eager puss. He could just get back to dinner and push her under the table while the family chatted with George. Then again, there was his wife and live-in fuckdoll, not to mention he had a feeling the maids would be delighted to tend to any urges he had. Any of these would be fun. Or he could just carry on with Plan A and fuck the shit out of his supermodel daughter until her cunt was jello.

He just had to choose.