Afterglow

The four of them laid in bed for some time after they were all finished, naked bodies inter mingled among tye sheets, covered in cum and smelling like pussy. Erin lay closest to him, her head resting on his chest.

He knew Morgan had manipulated the entire situation, but he really didn't care. Tonight had been the best night of his life, and although he knew he should have some regrets or doubts about it, he didn't. They were all legal adults, after all, and Erin's pussy was amazing. It fit him like a glove, almost like it was made for his cock.

What to do about Becca was a big question. If the four of them were going on engage in this lifestyle for long, she was going to realize something was different. Did he really want to try to turn his other daughter into his sex slave? Would she even be interested? What they tried to seduce her into the group and she wasn't into it?

After a while they all decided the girls probably needed to go back to their cabin just to keep her from asking too many questions. Even if they decided to try to get her involved, Steve didn't think he was capable of getting another erection anytime soon. He had already cum more in one night than he had thought possible.

Erin and Morgan jumped into the shower together to wash the sex off of themselves and Amanda too her daughter's place by his side. Steve wrapped an arm around her and squeezed.

"Was all of this okay?"

"It was amazing," he said.

"I've always fantasized about being with a girl," Amanda admitted.

"Really?" Steve asked.

"Yes, I was just afraid you'd be mad if I brought it up."

"Mad?" he asked. "The sight of you eating pussy was one of the hottest things I have ever seen. We could have done this years ago."

They lay there quietly for a moment, listening to the sound of the shower running.

"But it wouldn't have been Erin," Steve said.

"I'm glad it was Erin," Amanda admitted.

"Me too. I had never once looked at her that way, but if this was going to happen, I am glad it was with her. She is amazing."

"Her pussy is amazing," Amanda said. "I mean, Morgan's was good, but Erin's was everything I had dreamed it would be."

"You have dreamed about Erin's pussy?" he asked, and his wife blushed.

"Yes," she said, nervously. "Sometimes, when I do laundry, I sniff the girls' panties. I know...I am ashamed of myself for doing it...but I couldn't help myself. I really wanted to know what another woman's pussy smelled like."

"Did you touch yourself while you smelled them?" he asked and her blush darkened. "Be honest."

"Sometimes," she said.

He pictured his his uptight and sexually frustrated wife in the laundry room with their daughter's panties over her face and a hand shoved down her own panties. It was not an image he ever would have imagined.

"I wish I had walked in on that," he said with a smile, then rolled over and kissed her.

It had been a long time since they kissed with that much passion. If not for all the loads he had already blown, it would have had him instantly hard. It also didn't hurt that her face and her breath smelled like Erin.

Soon the girls come out, dress and head to their cabin. Steve and Amanda quickly drift off to sleep soundly through the night until they are awoken by a knock at the door early the next morning.