Married for the Weekend

by Jean-Luc Cheri

  I shook my head. “It’s not your fault. I mean, she…” I looked at the door again.

  “That got way out of hand,” he said. “I shouldn’t have let it happen.”

  “We didn’t have a choice. She suspected something was wrong.”

  “We always have a choice.” He looked down. “Um, maybe you should let me go.”

  “Oh!” I said, and quickly released him. His cock quivered as it pointed at the ceiling, looking swollen and engorged, the head a shiny shade of light purple. It actually looked painful.

  I shook my head. “I can’t believe that happened.”

  He nodded. “We should leave.”

  “What?”

  “We should go home and forget all about this.”

  “Are you crazy? After what we just did to make her believe us?”

  He stared at me. “You know what she’s like. Do you think it’s going to end here? Who knows what she has planned for tomorrow?”

  “If we can handle this, we can handle anything.”

  “I wouldn’t say we handled it. A few more seconds and I would have…”

  I met his gaze. “Would have what?”

  “You know what. From my own daughter touching me.”

  I sighed. “I was close too.”

  He shook his head. “Too close.”

  I looked at him for a moment. “Would it have been that bad?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean, we touched each other and the world’s still spinning. No lightning bolts from above. We’re both fine.”

  “What are you saying?”

  “I’m saying we were just touching each other. It wasn’t like we were screwing or anything.”

  He shook his head. “Don’t even say that.”

  “But that’s what I mean. As bad as that’d be, you and I hardly did anything.”

  “It was still pretty bad.”

  “And what if she hadn’t interrupted us? We both would’ve finished. And guess what? Life would’ve gone on then too.”

  “What’s your point?”

  “My point is, we could finish what we started, I mean, if you want to that is.”

  He shook his head. “No. We can’t do that.”

  “But we–”

  He stood. “That’s enough. End of discussion.” He snatched his clothes off the floor and headed for the bathroom. “I want you dressed by the time I come out.”

  Chapter 9

  I put my clothes on, but decided I didn’t want to be around my father when he was angry, so I left him a note letting him know I was going out for a walk, and I’d be back later.

  The night was warm and moonlit, and I followed the path around the grounds, thinking about what’d just happened between my dad and me. It still felt like a dream, and part of me wondered if I’d imagined it all.

  I’d actually had my dad’s hard cock in my hand. Not only that, he’d touched me the same way. I’d been so close when Pastel stopped us. Just a few more seconds and I would’ve exploded, and I knew Dad was on the brink also. Would things be different between us if we’d both finished? Or would he be even angrier with me?

  He’d felt so hard and strong in my grip, and my pussy twitched at the memory. What would it feel like to have him inside of me, stretching out my inner walls with that thick, masculine flesh? A tiny shudder of desire rippled through me, as my imagination went into overdrive, filling my mind with a picture of me lying beneath him, my legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked me relentlessly.

  I breathed out a sigh of frustration. So close, and yet so far. And from the way he was acting, I was probably not going to get another chance, no matter what Pastel attempted. Dad wasn’t going to make the same mistake again and allow me to touch him like that.

  I passed the baseball field and began my way around the pond. Several frogs croaked back and forth to each other, and the chirp of crickets filled the air. It was a beautiful summer evening, but I wasn’t feeling it. I had a suspicion I’d permanently screwed up my relationship with my father.

  As I reached the far end of the pond, I heard something that didn’t fit in with the night sounds. It was a soft giggle.

  A row of small pine trees stood in front of me, and when I stepped between two of them, a small picnic grove stood before me. Sitting on top of one of the picnic tables was Kyle and Olivia Sawyer, holding hands and talking.

  I was about to speak and make myself known, but Olivia giggled again and said, “I can’t believe you’re still horny after what we did in the room.”

  “I can’t help it,” Kyle replied. “You jerking me off like that in front of Pastel was so hot.”

  I stepped back into the shadows of the trees, not wanting to interrupt their intimate conversation. I knew I should’ve walked away, but something kept me rooted to the spot, staring at the couple in the semi-darkness and listening intently.

  Olivia laughed again. “She’s really weird, but I agree. There was something sexy about doing that in front of her. I loved how you touched me. I came so hard.”

  “You came hard? I think I might have sprayed some cum on her.”

  Olivia laughed, then said, “I think you’re right. Do you think the other couples did what we did?”

  “I guess. I don’t think they had much of a choice, from the rules Roger laid down.”

  “Roger.” She shook her head. “I still think he’s a jerk.”

  “He may be a jerk, but we can’t piss him off. We have too much invested to lose this deal now.”

  “I know. But sometimes it feels like he’s staring at me. And not in a good way.”

  “Honey, guys stare at pretty women. It’s what they do.”

  “I know that, but it’s somehow different with him.”

  “Let’s just make it through the weekend, okay?”

  “Okay. Speaking of staring, I noticed you checking out Daniel’s wife.”

  “How could I not? Did you see how young she looks? She looks closer to a teenager than twenty-nine.”

  “She does seem well-preserved. Lucky Daniel, huh?”

  “Honey, I never said that.”

  “Yeah, but you were thinking it, weren’t you?”

  “No. I’m perfectly happy with you.”

  “But I’ve had three kids. I don’t look like that anymore.”

  “Yes, you’ve given me three beautiful children. Which makes me want you even more.”

  “Really?”

  “Here, feel this.”

  I watched as he took her hand and placed it on his crotch.

  “Mmm, you’re hard.”

  “And it’s all for you.”

  “Just for me?”

  “No one else.”

  She looked around, her eyes sweeping past where I was hidden and continuing on. “We’re all alone out here. Feel like doing something?”

  “With you, I always feel like doing something.”

  She laughed softly. “Good answer.”

  They leaned together and kissed, and I watched as she undid the front of his shorts and extracted his erection. It wasn’t as big as Dad’s, but it was nice and thick, and my pussy pulsed at the sight.

  His hand caressed her breasts through her blouse, and they continued to kiss. She gripped his rigid shaft and began to slowly stroke him, tugging the skin up and down.

  After a minute, she bent over into his lap, and he leaned back on his arms, giving her room. I watched raptly as she slid her lips over the swollen knob and began to blow him.

  “Oh yeah,” he breathed. “That’s nice.”

  She mumbled something I couldn’t make out, and slowly bobbed her head, sliding her lips up and down his erect shaft. My pussy twitched again, and I pressed my fingertips against the front of my shorts, pushing the layers of cloth against the top of my slit.

  His arm was curled around her back as she leaned over, and his hand was massaging her breast, squeezing the rounded flesh and pinching her nipple through the material. My own nipples rose to full har
dness, tight and rigid beneath my bra.

  As she continued to suck him, I silently undid the button of my shorts and pulled the zipper down. That gave me room to slide my hand down into my panties and over my tufted mound. When I curled my middle finger and pressed it into my slit, I had to bite my lip to prevent a soft groan from escaping.

  After another minute, she leaned back up and kissed him hard, her hand gripping him once again and jerking his cock, assisted now by the slickness of her saliva. She then pulled back and whispered, “I need you to fuck me.”

  He kissed her again as he undid her shorts, then both of them stood as he pulled them down and off, along with her panties. The untanned skin of her torso seemed to glow around the dark triangle of her pubes, as they resumed their kiss, his cock now bumping against her naked stomach.

  He pulled her closer and lifted her feet off the ground, then carried her to the end of the picnic table, setting her on the edge. She leaned back as he hooked his hands behind her knees, bending her legs up and back. She reached down with one hand and gripped his cock, bending it down and aligning it with her entrance.

  They both groaned as he pushed forward, sinking his cock into her with one thrust. They held there for a moment before he began his motion, his hips rocking as he fucked her with even strokes.

  I had a side view of the action, and I could see the silhouette of his thick erection spearing between her upturned thighs. His ballsack swung forward and back in time with his strokes, matching the rhythm of her groans of pleasure.

  My clit was engorged and swollen, hard as a little pearl as my fingertip rolled over the slick nub. Between what I’d done with my father earlier, and the erotic sight now in front of me, I could feel my climax rushing at me, just moments away.

  “Fuck me,” Olivia panted, “fuck me hard, lover.”

  Kyle complied, picking up his pace and slamming his hips against the curve of her ass. I could hear the slap of their bodies coming together mixing in with their grunts and groans.

  “That’s it,” Olivia moaned. “Just like that. Oh god, I’m getting close. Don’t stop.”

  It was obvious Kyle had no intention of stopping, grunting harshly each time he drove deep into his wife’s welcoming cunt. I could even hear the slick, slurping sound their flesh made as it slid together.

  My finger fluttered over my clit, batting at the swollen flesh. I bit my lower lip, feeling the pleasure tightening inside of me, preparing for release as I stared at the intimate coupling of the pair before me.

  “Uh, uh, uh,” Kyle growled in time with his strokes, his larger body hammering against his wife’s smaller one, jolting her on the heavy wooden table. Her heels were firmly planted against his asscheeks, pulling him into her with each thrust.

  I groaned low in my throat as I teetered on the brink, seconds away from exploding. Suddenly, an image of my father appeared, with him between my legs like the married couple in front of me, his huge cock pummeling my womb.

  That was all it took, and I went over the edge, my body jerking as the pleasure blasted through me. Wave after wave of bliss pounded over me, and it took all of my will-power not to cry out.

  In the distance, I heard Kyle and Olivia reach their climaxes together, both of them crying out as the pleasure overwhelmed them. I saw through slitted eyes as their bodies convulsed in a knot of pulsing ecstasy, and I knew he was flooding her core with his surging seed.

  Chapter 10

  I made it back to the room fifteen minutes later, after quietly leaving the Sawyers to their sated embrace. The room was lit only from the light by the door, and I could see that Dad was already in bed, lying near the edge on one side.

  I retrieved my nightshirt from my suitcase and went into the bathroom, stripping down to my panties. After using the toilet and washing up, I pulled the white cotton nightshirt over my head, which came down to my mid thighs.

  After turning off the bathroom light, I went to my side of the bed and lifted the covers, sliding under and getting comfortable. Dad was lying on his side facing away from me, and I couldn’t tell if he was asleep or not.

  But a minute later, he spoke.

  “Ashley?”

  “Yeah?”

  “I’m sorry for getting angry.”

  “It’s okay.”

  “It was my fault, not yours.”

  “Dad, it was nobody’s fault. We both knew that coming here meant something like this might happen.”

  “No, not like this. Maybe kissing, but not this.”

  I slid over to him, pressing against his back and resting my hand on his broad shoulder. “We’ll be fine. We both understand why we’re doing this. We’ll just promise each other to forget about it when we get home.”

  “Do you think we can do that? Forget about it?”

  “I think we can.” I was lying, but he didn’t have to know that.

  “I love you, baby.”

  “I love you too, Daddy.”

  He laughed softly. “Daddy. You haven’t called me that in a long while.”

  I hugged myself closer to him. “You’ll always be my daddy.”

  “Goodnight.”

  “Goodnight.” I kissed the back of his neck and moved away from him. A few minutes later, I drifted off to sleep.

  When I awoke, the room was still dark, and it took me a moment to remember where I was. When I did, my eyes opened wide in surprise, as I realized my father and I were lying in a spoon position, both of us on our sides with him pressed against my back.

  My shock grew when I felt the hard lump of his erection against the curve of my ass. His breathing was steady and deep, letting me know he was asleep, and his arm was curled gently around my waist, holding me to him.

  I lifted my head and looked at the clock radio, which read 5:35. Breakfast was at nine, so we had a few more hours to sleep, but I felt wide awake.

  Cautiously, I pressed my butt back against him, enjoying the sensation of his solid ridge of engorged flesh pushing between my soft cheeks. Several layers of cloth separated us, but I could feel the heat of his arousal as I rolled my hips gently, grinding myself against him.

  I listened attentively to his breathing, watching for any sign of him waking up, but it remained steady and deep.

  I found a rhythm with my hips, rocking them gently as his cotton-covered cock slid through my nylon-encased groove. Grinning, I realized this was probably as close to fucking as we’d ever get, and I was enjoying myself.

  His cock seemed to get even harder, and when his breath hitched momentarily, I stopped, my heart beating loudly as I listened intently. But a second later, it resumed its easy rhythm, and I waited a moment before I resumed moving.

  My pussy was slippery with arousal, and I could feel my slickness oozing into the crotch of my panties. Part of me wanted to pull them down, and then free his solid dick, so that I could back up onto it, pressing my ass back as his erection slid into my tight slit. But I knew I couldn’t risk it, since he’d probably wake up, and not only be upset that we were fucking, but also because I was doing it without his permission.

  No, I’d have to settle for doing this for now, and I continued to move my ass against him, basically dry-humping him with the cheeks of my ass. I wondered if this was enough to make him come.

  Probably, if I did it long enough. But if it took that long, there was a better chance he was going to wake up in the middle of it. Then I’d almost be in as much trouble as if we were fucking.

  So I needed a way to speed things up. It only took a moment to think of how to do that.

  Slowly, I reached behind me, sliding my hand down along my back, pressing it between us. He was wearing flannel pajama bottoms, and when I reached the waistband, I wormed my fingers underneath, including his boxers.

  His cock was hot and hard as I gripped it gently, enjoying the sensation of the soft outer skin covering the rigid interior. Sliding my hand upward, I held the head of his cock in my hand and positioned my thumb at the front, pressing it against the s
ensitive spot just below the hole. Then I began to move my thumb in small circles, keeping it pressed firmly against the front of his cock.

  His pre-cum was already flowing, and I smeared the slippery liquid around, making our contact slick.

  His breath hitched again, and I stopped, waiting for it to resume. It was obvious he was subconsciously feeling what I was doing, and I had to be careful to walk the line between pleasure and consciousness.

  When his breathing started back up, so did my thumb, rolling over his slick flesh. One of the guys I’d dated in college loved it when I did this to him, and he’d usually come within minutes of me starting. From the way Dad’s body was twitching, I knew it wouldn’t take him much longer.

  His breathing deepened slightly, and took on a slight raspy quality. His pre-cum was copious now, coating my other fingers also as I worked over his sensitive flesh.

  “Uhhhh,” he breathed softly against the back of my neck, and I knew I was playing a dangerous game. He could wake up any moment, and I’d be caught with my hand down his pants. I decided it was time to change tactics.

  Sliding my hand from his pajamas, I moved it to the front of them, pressing my palm against his cock through the flannel. Then I began to move it up and down, sliding it over his hard ridge.

  He grunted and I could tell he was close to waking. But I kept rubbing, knowing he was even closer to coming. He was twitching more now, and his hand tightened around my waist. I could even feel his hips flexing, grinding his cock against my hand, as if he was dreaming about fucking and his body was following through.

  Suddenly, his breath hitched again, and I felt his cock pulse hotly through his PJs. I wished that I could grip it and give him even more pleasure as he came, but instead I pulled my hand quickly away and moved it in front of me.

  He groaned and pressed his hips forward, trapping his cock against my ass. I felt it continue to spasm and throb as it jetted its warm load into his underwear, and his hand on my stomach tightened into a fist, grabbing a handful of my nightshirt.

  His breathing became ragged, and I knew he was now awake, surfacing from sleep as his body convulsed in climax. I concentrated on my own breaths, imitating the rhythm of sleep and keeping my body still.