Saturday Morning

I woke up Saturday morning curled between Mark and Julie, I realised that she had been here almost as often as she had been at her own place. Slowly I worked my way out from between them and went and made coffee. My mind was racing, with so many thoughts, was this going to ruin my relationship with Mark? Was this going to ruin my parent’s relationship? Immediately after that thought I remembered that I had heard them having, what sounded like, quite enjoyable sex multiple times in recent times and smiled, maybe this was good for them.

Mark came out in the middle of my thought’s his cock was hard as he hugged me from behind, “I owe you some rewards this weekend I think.” He said rocking side to side.

I turned in his arms to face him, “I think you do.” I kissed him deeply.

“God you guys are so cute.” A naked Julie said from the doorway, “So want me to make some breakfast while you guys figure out what rewards Kimmie is getting for being her daddy’s bitch?”

Mark and I laughed, “I think you should put on your maid’s outfit.” Mark said smiling, Julie grinned back and ran out of the room.

“Maid’s outfit?” I asked confused.

Mark’s smile broadened, “One of your rewards was to have a **** for 24 hours. Julie has volunteered so we got her a French maid costume.” He explained.

A short while later while Mark and I were sitting at the dining table Julie came back out. Her maid’s outfit was short, you could clearly see the curve of her arse while she was standing, and came up in a black apron with white lace and two lace straps which tied behind her neck.

It did little to cover her large breasts, “Wow.” I said. “And that’s all mine?”

“For 24 hours.” She said while putting some toast on, she bent over more then was needed to put the toast on and I could clearly see her wet cunt between her thighs.

“So,” Mark began, “Lingerie, for flashing Dad. A dress for letting him grope you. Jewellery for blowing him, though he didn’t cum in your mouth so I don’t know if that counts. A **** for 24 hours for sticking his cock in you.” Mark said counting things off on his fingers, “Am I missing anything?”

“Not yet,” I told him, “Though the cumming in me thing I think will happen really soon.”

“And that’s a new tattoo.” Mark confirmed, we were both watching Julie prance around the kitchen as we spoke.

“So, jewellery?” he asked, “What do you want? Kinky, decorative, we could get some of your nipple charms plated in gold.”