You Start with Some Breakfast.

About 45 minutes later, you plod downstairs with a hot load of something sticky rolling down your thighs.
In the kitchen, you find Rina making bacon and eggs.
"Oh. Mornin' Dad!" She says. "I made coffee!"

Rina's body was Indian. Sharp eyebrows, caramel skin and a thick bushy beard that she had long given up trying to keep shaved. She was the smallest out of the three of them, both in terms of muscle and cock size. Not that her cock isn't as long as your arm. That's how big the other two were.

As you move in to get a cup of coffee, Rina grabs a big handful of your tits.
"Finally, I'm hard as a rock here and-"
You put up a hand and pushed her away.
"Hang on a minute, princess. Let me get some joe in me first."
"Aw..."
"You'll get your turn. Just give me a sec..."
From the cupboard, you grab a mug that says 'WORLDS BEST DAD' on it and pour yourself a cup of that sweet brown. You take a few sips, letting it perk you up.
"There we go..."

Then, you find an empty place on the counter and jump up. You lean back and spread your legs. "C'mon, princess, do your worst."
"Don't mind if I do!"
She wastes no time sliding into your cunt, quickly humping away. You can't help but wrap your legs around her and moan.
"That's the stuff..."

From behind her, your wife (wearing only a pair of boxer shorts) grabs some coffee for herself.
"Good morning, dear." She says, leaning over Rina to kiss you.
"Hey- mgh -honey."