I was drifting in and out of that amazing state of bliss, focusing on the pleasure for a while and then occasionally thinking about the time and that my wife was about to come home. My mind justified it, though – I would definitely hear the car pulling up, and I would definitely have time to pull my pants back up, shoo Ali away… and I definitely had time to enjoy this amazing feeling of pleasure a bit longer. Yes, we definitely had time. Until we didn’t.
The front door opened. My heart jumped. Adrenaline surged through my body as I saw my wife enter. Ali was still standing bent down in front of me, naked with her legs spread out, ass and pussy on display. We were right there, easily in sight – we were literally the first thing Ava saw when she walked in. I cast my eye towards her and saw her put aside her bag, looking right at us.
As all my fears seemed to realize, Ali kept her hand on my stomach and pressed me back against the wall. She tilted her head and looked up at me. She giggled, still licking me playfully.
“Uh-oooh, busteeed…”
“Uhh…”
“It’s okay, Dad… all part of the plan…”
“Plan? Wha…”
My heart beat furiously. I was in a state of shock, feeling like my whole life was about to collapse around me. I looked down and saw long strands of drool run from her mouth, slobber hanging between my dick and her face. She kept kissing, licking and sucking at it, keeping it erect despite my being distracted by the crisis I was expecting to hit me any second now.
Ali turned her head and looked back at her mother.
“He’s almost ready, Mom…”
Still in a state of shock, I was struggling to keep up with what was happening. Ava had taken off her jacket and entered the living room, standing by the inner door and looking at us. The reaction I expected was one of outrage, shock, anger… but it wasn’t happening. Seconds ticked by, she was still just standing there with an unreadable poker face, staring at us…
My daughter started sucking me off more aggressively, making loud slurping noises. She started wiggling her butt back and forth in Ava’s direction.
“I guess you guys were planning some straight sex, but I thought a threesome would be more fun… Wanna come eat me out, Mom? While I edge him some more?”
I watched Ava intently, filled with trepidation and deeply confused as to why she wasn’t coming at me with a blunt instrument.
Instead, my wife slipped the straps of her top to the sides and took it off, her eyes fixed on the scene playing out in front of her. Before I knew it, she had left her clothes in a pile on the floor, standing there in a beautiful set of black lace underwear. She strode towards us, moving slowly, her hips swaying as she walked.
I swallowed nervously as my wife stopped just behind Alisha. She was still staring at me. Then she put her hands on her daughter’s back and stroked her skin, moving her hands up and down the sides of her hips. Then… still looking at me… she sat down.
“Oooohhh!” I heard Alisha squeal.
She kept trying to suck me off, but quickly became distracted by what was happening between her own legs. When she looked up at me, I could see her grimacing as if she was on the verge of orgasm. I still couldn’t believe what I was seeing, half expecting to wake up from a dream any minute.