Adrian looked into Elle's pleading eyes. Her face was so close to his that he could smell a familiar scent. It reminded him of his wife, but it was fainter. He pushed the thought aside and replied, "Well, honey, if you need to excuse yourself throughout the day, that's fine. Maybe go to the nurse's office and they can give you a hall pass. They might even have the same kind of medicine for you in their supply. I think you'll be fine for one day."
Adrian wasn't entirely sure he believed that himself, however.
"Okay, Daddy, I trust you. I'll see if that works." Elle sighed again, closing her eyes as her father continued to rub her shoulders. Her head rolled back and forth on his chest.
Adrian felt an obscene need to kiss his daughter, and he wanted to plant his lips directly on hers. He felt his erection throb under the cool, sateen sheets, just behind Elle's back. He could see the pearl of cum on her pussy had rolled down its length, glossing her entire slit. That's for me, he thought, she's getting wet for me. But he knew it wasn't the least bit appropriate to act on his impulses. He leaned his head down and kissed his girl tenderly on her forehead instead.
Elle felt the passion in his kiss, and wondered for the first time what her dad was making of this weekend. Until that moment, she had assumed her problems were a burden to him, that she was making his life difficult. But now she wondered if he was changing. Still, she had enough clarity to know that she shouldn't push the envelope with her father. She opened her eyes and climbed fully onto the bed. Her eyes darted to his crotch, where she observed a notable peak, but her gaze didn't linger there. Instead, giving a desirous smile, she leaned in, puckered up and pasted a light peck on her dad's lips.
Adrian sat there wide-eyed, unsure how far Elle would go, but he wasn't willing to put a stop to it. To his disappointment, however, that was all she did. She giggled, jumped off the bed, and wiggled her butt at him.
Adrian gave half a sigh and half a chuckle. "You little imp." Then he swung his hand out to swat her on the butt, but she jumped out of the way with a hoot and then headed toward the door.
Just before she passed into the hallway, Elle glanced back at her father. She thought it looked like he might have been lightly stroking his cock over the sheet as he watched after her, but she didn't know for sure.
Adrian heard the bathroom door close and he breathed a sigh of relief. He felt a little dizzy from what had just happened. He lifted the top sheet and peered underneath. His cock swelled before his eyes and produced a rivulet of clear precum, which dripped onto his stomach. Then he heard a throat clear.
"Ahem."
He looked up and found his wife standing in the doorframe, wearing a big white T-shirt. Emblazoned across her chest was an all-too-familiar catch-phrase: "Bye hater." He swallowed as Emily jutted a hip out.
While the shirt came down over her hips on Emily's petite frame, she wasn't swimming in it quite like Nat had been the night before. Adrian didn't have much time to linger on the differences in how the two wore it, though—he knew he had been caught. He just wasn't sure how caught, exactly.
"Is… isn't that Nat's shirt?"
"It sure looks like it," Emily said knowingly.
"Where'd you get it?"
"Oh, I found it. In the living room."
Adrian wasn't sure what to say next. Part of him wanted to deny everything, while another part urged him to confess it all right then and there.
Emily could tell she had him speechless. She was unsure how far her husband had gone with the young girl, but whatever had happened downstairs couldn't have been any less acceptable than what she had done with her own daughter upstairs. She chuckled and slipped into the room, kneeling at the foot of the bed.
"I'm just wondering…"
Adrian nodded. "Uh huh?"
Emily shifted on her knees up the mattress until she straddled her husband's legs. "Who wore it better? Me or her?"
Adrian swallowed hard again, though he called the answer from the bottom of his heart when he replied. "You, baby." He wasn't lying. While Nat was a novel infatuation, and his own feelings for his daughter had him thoroughly confused, he had loved Emily from the day they started dating, and he appreciated her maturity and well-developed sexual appetite.
"Good," Emily said with a genuine smile. "I didn't want to start thinking I was losing my touch." She pulled herself up, straddling Adrian's hard cock hidden beneath the sheet, then rocked her hips, sliding her crotch along his length.
Adrian groaned. "Never. You'll never lose your touch."
Emily relaxed, falling backward until her head rested near the foot of the bed. "I want you to eat me, then fuck me, then cum inside me."
Adrian didn't hesitate. He crawled out from under the sheets and worked his way up his wife's thighs, kissing her legs tenderly along the way. He pushed her shirt up over her hips, revealing a pair of black lace panties that were just a bit too tight. Emily moaned in anticipation, but Adrian paused, dazed. He was face-to-face with the same black lace panties that belonged to Elle — the very ones she had worn the day she experienced her first super-orgasm. And here they were now, stretched tightly against the fuller hips and rounder ass of his beloved wife.
"These— these are Elle's, aren't they?" Adrian stammered.
"No," Emily countered, "they're mine now. Elle isn't allowed to wear panties anymore."
A strong scent emanated from them, and he wondered how much was coming from his wife, and how much was from the floods of cum produced by his daughter. His imagination wandered from the pussy presently behind the fabric to the pussy that used to wear it. Both of them had now touched the same underwear. Fingering the dip of Emily's sex seemed almost like fingering Elle, as well.
Adrian got very turned on and was ready to make a move. He reached to pull Emily's underwear down, but she brushed his hands away. "No, leave them on. Do it like this."
He smiled slyly and obliged, instead pulling at the crotch of the underwear, trying to slide it aside to access his wife's tender entrance. The too-tight garment barely budged, clinging to every curve of Emily's body. He could hear the seams ripping as he tugged. But Adrian was voracious and could wait no longer. He raked his nails against the lacy fabric, tearing a hole in the middle. Hazel gasped at his boldness, her mind briefly wondering if he had taken Nat with the same hunger. But the thought was quickly overtaken as Adrian's tongue began to lap at her exposed skin. A guttural moan escaped her lips.
Meanwhile, Nat was in Elle's room, catching up on her friends' posts and playing silly games on her phone. After a short while, a chill ran through her body, raising goosebumps on her skin. She shivered. Now that the window was closed, the central air conditioning was cooling the room, and her naked body was reacting to it. She slid off the bed and grabbed the top sheet that Elle had kicked off onto the floor. As she flung it back onto the bed, something fell out. She picked it up and examined it. To her confusion, it was a pair of blue-striped, side-tie swimsuit bottoms. She recognized them as Emily's. She stared, wondering what they were doing tangled in the sheets. Emily must have taken them off sometime last night. Her mind bubbled over with questions.
That's when she thought she heard a noise—a light whine, maybe. The girl's heart skipped a beat. She moved to the bedroom door and pressed her ear against it, listening out into the hall. Another noise came. Definitely a moan. It was from Emily.
Nat's first thought was that the woman was masturbating. She held her breath and cracked the door open, careful not to make a sound. Her breath quivered as she exhaled. She knew she wasn't supposed to be listening in, but the thrill of voyeurism had taken over.
From the doorway, she could hear that the parents' bedroom door was ajar, though she could not see inside. Nat thought back to the previous day when she had caught Emily getting dressed with the door open, and later when she spotted Adrian naked while he was changing for the pool. She wondered if they ever closed the door to their bedroom. She determined that she would have to ask Elle.