Back at the house. (he accepts.)

John did not get much sleep that night, not because he was worried about Jennifer. No, he knew she was safe and probably having the time of her life.

No, he couldn't sleep because he masturbated and came seven times, fell asleep, dreamt about what Steve was doing to his wife, and woke up ten to twenty minutes later with a raging hard. He repeated that process all night long. At 8:15 in the morning, John finally gave up on trying to sleep. Only then did he realize Jennifer was late.

Usually, when she would 'pay Steve a visit,' she would be home well before 6:00 a.m., but she would be at least 7:30 a.m. because that is when the restocking and cleaning crew came into the strip club.

John began to wonder where Jennifer was. Did they just fuck straight through the restocking and cleaning, or did Steve take her home with him? After internally debating for a little while, He quickly told himself, 'As long as she is happy, he didn't care,' mainly for his own shake. Because he knew if he started wondering where she was, he would start thinking about what she was doing, that would cause his dick to get hard again, and after last night his dick was so raw that if he masturbated again, his dick might bleed.

She finally walked in the front door at 2:15 p.m., wearing nothing but a plain white towel that barely covered her privates. In fact, when Steve picked it out, he made sure it was just short enough so that each time she took a step, has had to choose between flashing the top of her nipples or the bottom of her pussy. John didn't ask where she had been, and she didn't tell him, but he could tell the tower she was wearing wasn't the stock towels from the strip club, as it had Steve's name stitched on it.

All he said to her that day was, "Start planning it with your dad," and that was right when she walked in the door. She didn't say anything as she walked by him, nor as she walked back by and left an hour later after a hot bath and making herself up.

The time between John accepting Jennifer's suggestion and their traveling to her parents went by like a blur for John. Jennifer spent her evenings out with Steve and her days away with other people and at work. John continued to work, and even that went by quickly.

He wanted it to slow down; he was very unsure of what might happen, but the more he tried to enjoy little moments, the faster they were gone from him.

Time, however, dragged on for Jennifer as every second passed with tremendous excitement.

It had been a while since Jennifer last fucked her father, and she felt like she had so many choices to make. First on her list of decisions was what actually to wear.

They had planned to stay two nights, Friday and Saturday, and picking out her sleepwear was easy. But choosing what to wear down seemed much more tricky. Jennifer, John, her father, and everyone involved knew that this trip was for one thing only.

Jennifer was going to fuck her father and hopefully get pregnant. That was why they were going, and John knew it would probably be why she would go back multiple times after her first trip.

As a result, she originally picked out some sexy lingerie to wear down so her father would fuck her the moment she walked inside the door. But on the next day, she felt sorry for John; having to drive down with her wearing that sort of outfit, she decided that might be a little too much.

But more than that, she wanted her father to know that his little girl still had some sort of self-control, and showing up wearing the riskiest lingerie she owned undoubtedly made it seem like all she could think about was sex.

So, the next day, she chooses something on the complete opposite side of the spectrum. The next day, she changed her mind; again, she wanted her father to think she was actually interested and excited about this, and looking like a grey blob certainly wouldn't do that. Every day, she would change her mind from too conservative to too risky as she worked her way through every piece of clothing she owned.

On the day they planned, she finally decided on a red dress with a high-leg slit and an open back. It certainly was eye-catching, but it also was not lingerie. You could wear them to a good restaurant and not seem out of place.

John's eyes drifted to Jennifer's toned legs as they drove, and his anticipation and dread were both growing stronger, and at times, his cock was so hard it hurt. He wanted to touch her leg, but he didn't dare. She had barely spoken to him lately, and he knew this trip wasn't about him.

When they rang the doorbell of her parents' home, John and Jennifer were two very different stories. John wore simple blue jeans and a grey shirt, holding their child while Jennifer had her hair, makeup, and nails done and in her elegant red dress.

The front door opened up into her living room, and her mother and father were standing there to greet them. John was actually surprised after hearing that they were active swingers and nudists.

John had expected to see sex swings and sex toys litter throughout their living room, and he had expected to see something very different from her mother and father dressed like ordinary people, with no sex story in sight.

Jennifer's mom was smoking hot even at 38, So much so that she could pass for Jennifer's slightly older sister and not her mother. He had not expected her youthful look and beauty but also her modest dress style.

John had expected her to greet them either naked or maybe in the back somewhere, blowing some guy. However, what he got could be best described as an average low-income household, minus the far better-than-average-looking mom.

Her mom, Melissa, stepped forward and hugged her daughter. "Oh Jennifer, it's been so long!" she then turned her attention to John, "and you must be the hubby. We heard so much about you."

She shifts her attention to 'their' child, "and the cute little ball of joy must be Stevy." She pinches his cheeks. Yes, they named Jennifer's child after his biological father, Steve. When John entered the hospital with twenty possible names in mind, but when Jennifer first saw him, the only name she could think of was Steve.

Jenn's dad, William, stepped forward, "Why don't you both step in? Dinner is already set; you can meet the rest of the family while we eat." Melissa stepped out of the doorway, allowing both of them to enter.

John set Stevy in a high chair before taking his seat surrounded by Jeniffer's family, which included her younger sister and older brother.

Her younger sister speaks up, a beautiful young woman; these women came from some excellent genetic material. Beauty seemed to come naturally to them; they all glowed with physical beauty.

"Hello, John, we heard so much about you," she said in a sweet, joyous tone of voice. Her voice sounded like a beautiful melody, almost angelic.

John looked at her and extended his hand, "I don't mean to sound rude, but Jennifer has always been shy about her past. I didn't even know your name."

Her younger sister giggles. "That's to be expected. Our family has a bad habit of being VERY open inside our small little town but very tight-lipped outside of it. I am Amanda; I work as an elementary teacher for a school about thirty minutes away. And that man over there giving you a rude stare,"

Her brother looks away from John. "That's her older brother. We call him Matt. He works with Dad as a handyman."

"How old are you? How are you teaching at a school so young?" John asked, knowing college was required for that job.

"I am eighteen, John," Amanda answered in her melodic tone of voice. "I graduated high school at fourteen and college at seventeen, with honors."

John heard his wife groan; he could feel her irritation at hearing this story. So she had some issues with envy; it could be tough feeling stupid compared to a sibling. And Amanda seemed like a genius. A beautiful and sweet genius.

"I am currently in graduate school on a full academic scholarship while working. I should be done in a couple of years." Amanda continued.

"So what do you plan to do for a living when all the college is done, Amanda?" John asked, but she didn't get to answer.

Matt instantly cuts in and starts taking over the conversation by talking to Jennifer. For the rest of dinner, John felt like a complete outcast. At the same time, William, Melissa, and Matt kept talking directly and only with Jennifer.

From time to time, John catches Amanda's sweet glance, little shrugs, and smiles. This is how it is here. At least Amanda seems to be nice.

After dinner, Jennifer's family watches Stevy, allowing John and Jennifer to get their bags from the car and move them to her old childhood room. Her childhood bedroom was the stereotypical pink high school girl's bedroom, with a queen-sized bed and wall covered with famous girl movies and bands of the time.

As they set their bags down, Jennifer turns to John and asks, "John, would you mind if Dad and I use this room tonight? The first time we had sex was on this bed, and it would bring back many good memories if we did it in here after such a long break."

John knew why they were there but still had an internal conflict. He tried to think quickly about how he should answer his beautiful wife.