Face painting....

"Shit...Allison!" You push her off your cock, and she strokes your shaft as you shoot ropes of white sticky cum onto her beautiful face. "Fuck...baby girl....I'm sorry...." Her face is well painted now.
"It's okay, Uncle James... It's hot..." she touches a strand of hot cum as it drips down her chin. "I like to see what I did..." she giggles. "Besides...the shower's right there."
You sit down hard on the floor. "Fuck...this is...what's wrong with me?"

"Nothing!" She leans over to start to give you a kiss, but then she stops, laughing. "I guess I should clean off."
"This...I shouldn't have done this, honey."
"We, Uncle James... We." she cleans her face in the sink.
"We..." you agree.
"Just relax. That was fun! You'll have to return the favor some time..." she winks. "Alright...shower's all yours, sexy..." she kneels down to kiss you on the mouth before wrapping a towel around her and another around her hair.
There's nothing really to do except take your turn in the shower, contemplating your behavior as you clean your body. You finish up and dress in simple khakis and a tshirt, with sandals. You'll dress nicer for dinner tonight.
When you come down the stairs, Jenna and Karen are in the kitchen. They must have arrived home when you were in the shower.
"Hello, baby..." Jenna smiles, giving you a kiss. You try not to look guilty as you look from her to Karen.
"How was your day, girls?" You can see Allison and Riley in the living room: they're giggling together and shooting looks in your direction. Oh, no.
"It was great. We saw three houses. I really want her to go for...." you let the story of their real estate adventures wash over you as you make eye contact with Allison. Her smile is unsettling.
"...Jack?" you realize you weren't listening, but you think you know the question.
"Oh, he wanted to hit the back nine, and I was tired, so he'll probably be a little..." as you're covering for her, the front door opens, admitting Jack. He looks...sleepy.
"Hey, Jack. How was the back nine?" You hope he takes the cue.
"Oh..it was fine, but I'm beat." He greets his wife, who appears stiff in her affection towards him. "I'm going to shower and take a nap."
"We're going to dinner tonight at a fancy French restaurant, honey." Karen says.
"Sounds great! Somebody wake me when it's time for that..." he climbs the stairs.
You make yourself a sandwich, then head downstairs to browse social media for a while. This weekend is already so much more complicated than you were hoping. Can you control your dick, for god's sake?

The rest of the afternoon and evening passes uneventfully. Riley and Allison are planning to make tacos. Jared hasn't come home yet, but you guess he's working out the details of his upcoming move with his new prospective roommate.
{if Frustration > 25
}You can't shake off lustful thoughts completely. There's too much sexual energy flying around your house with all these women... you are going to need to be vigilant if you don't want to risk doing anything else you're going to regret. {endif
}
You made reservations at Chat Noir this morning, setting them for 6:45 PM, so at 5:30, you shave, get dressed in a nice pair of slacks, and a deep blue shortsleeve button up shirt. Jenna brushes out her hair and puts on makeup, wearing sheer knee high stockings under a tight dress, with a garter thong and no bra as far as you can tell. Your mouth waters as you watch her dress, and she winks at you as she clasps her nylons.

You head downstairs where Jack and Karen are waiting. The smell of tacos lingers in the air, and the girls are eating by the poolside. Karen's wearing almost the exact same outfit as Jenna, though she's clearly wearing a bustier under her dress.
"You guys ready?"
"Abso-fucking-lutely, Jameson!" Karen pronounces with gusto. Jack looks a little sleepy. Probably still whipped from his encounter today.
Jenna comes down, and the four of you head out, taking an Uber so that you don't have to worry about driving home. {if Jenna > 35
}During the drive, Jenna whispers in your ear. "After dinner, and some drinks out...we should get a hotel room somewhere...get some privacy. What do you think?"
"That sounds like a great idea..." you answer, feeling uncomfortable with the memories of the day's indiscretions.
{endif
}