Date: Mon, 22 Oct 2007 20:33:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: xxxseaauthor@yahoo.com
Subject: Mr. Edwards, Chapter Three

This story is a personal fantasy.  This is pure fiction and is not
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This erotic story contains Incest, Adult/Youth (M/M/f)

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Thanks to everyone who's written.  I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get this
chapter done, but life happens.  I'm pretty insecure about having folks
"waiting" for the next installment.  I'm not sure my fantasies will hold up, but
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Copyright 2007 by xxxseaauthor

The next day, Caroline's father was good to his word.  Caroline didn't come to
school. Even knowing that she wouldn't be there, I ached, almost literally, with
lust to see her again.  Throughout the day, I'd find myself staring at her empty
desk, feeling that wonderful twinge in my cock, and wondering about the fuck she
got from her father after they got home.  I would lapse into a day dream of her
little, smooth body being topped by her manly cut father.  Christ, he was so
beautiful.  That hairy chest with the trail down to his gorgeous cock, swollen
and veined.    I wasn't sure whether he would be gentle when he entered her cunt
with his hard prick or if he was training her to enjoy a rougher approach.
Fuck.  My cock ached; my balls were full, wanting release.

Once when I was lost in thought, focusing on Caroline's empty seat, I noticed
that Dylan, the boy in the first row, was openly staring at me rather than
concentrating on the work the rest of the class was diligently working on.  I
don't know why but I met his gaze and smiled at him.  He grinned back, and after
a short time, lowered his eyes, almost demurely.  Fuck, he was a cute kid.  Dark
hair, olive skin...of Italian extraction judging from his surname which really
didn't match his first name.  My cock stirred and I was momentarily thrown by
the warm glow in my crotch.  I am not gay, never had been.  But I had never
considered myself as 'bisexual' either.  But, fuck almighty, how I was drawn
to the charisma of Caroline's father.  How I had loved sucking his cock.  How
honored I had felt, like a chosen one, when he had asked me to clean his cum
covered cock. My mouth could remember every sensation his prick has given it.  I
just sat there lost in my vivid, tender memories, reliving the sheer joy of
sucking his cock and aching, wanting to do it again.

And now I was flirting...how else could it be described...with a seven-year-old
boy and getting a hard-on.  And I knew it wasn't just the memory of cock sucking
that causing my prick to engorge. Fuck.  My life was upside down.  But I was so
at peace with it all.  I knew I loved all this, and, no matter what, I had
departed down a road with no turning back.  I toyed with the idea of asking
Dylan to stay after class when the lunch bell rang, just to get a better idea if
the vibes I felt from him were really what was going on. But where would that
lead, if there really was a sexual thing growing between us?  The idea that
raced into my head was that I could take him to the closet.  But fuck, not
today.  I needed to save myself for the evening at Caroline's house.  I knew
there was going to be sex. How and with whom I had no idea but I didn't want to
arrive totally spent!

I remembered Hank's admonition about 'boys and girls' and my use of the closet.
That made me wonder what his experience was with boys.  He certainly liked
little girls.  That led me to wonder about how often he fucked his granddaughter
and what else he might be doing with her.  So I stayed in my room during lunch,
thinking only about sex, being hard, and wanting the day to be over so I could
get my wife to dinner at Caroline's.

When the final bell of the day rang, I hurriedly gathered up my things and was
startled when I turn to leave to find Hank leaning against the jam of the door.

"Hi, buddy," he said.

"Hi, Hank.  You've been scarce today."

"Yeah, yesterday..." he paused with a sly smile on his lined face, his grey eyes
dancing, "got me behind on the weekly schedule.  And I figured he meant what he
said about fucking her and keeping her at home today."  He rubbed his hand over
the front of his work pants.  Even in the loose work pants, his hard-on was
evident.  "Fuck, I'm carrying a load today, just thinking about it."

"Yeah," I said with a sly grin of my own.  "I'm really horny and it's all I
could think about all fucking day."

"Let me help carry some stuff.  That way I can walk you to your car."  I
surrender some stuff and I locked the door.  As we walked along, Hank kept a
stream of small talk going until we stepped outside.  Once we were outside with
no chance of anyone hearing us, he lowered his voice and switched to the topic
he really want to talk about.

"So, you're going over there tonight?"  I nodded.  "Fuck, that's hot.  I'd give
anything to be there."  I just shrugged because I couldn't think of anything to
say.  If he was angling for an invitation, I was in no situation to offer one.
"So it went OK with the wife, the story?"

"Yep.  Just like he said it would.  She's actually pleased because she thinks
that I'm being singled out by the administration.  She thinks it's a sign I'm on
my way up."

Hank chuckled aloud. "Well, 'up' is one way to describe it.  But that's great.
Well, you're going to have to tell me all about it...every fucking detail, man.
That was so hot yesterday. I'm fucking envious of you about tonight."

Just to remind him that he wasn't exactly deprived, I asked, "So, how often do
you get to screw your granddaughter."

He grinned again, looked about as if to make sure no one was near enough to hear
us.  "About once a week, if I'm lucky.  She's older than Caroline but still
willing to play with grandpa."

"What about this weekend?" I asked.

"I'm trying to set it up.  Fuck, a lot's riding on it."

That was an odd thing to say, but I didn't ask.  I just said, "I'm going to be
asking you for all the details another time."  We had arrived at the car. Fuck,
what was there to lose?  So I paused and he turned to me with a questioning look
on his face.  "Hank, you ever have sex with a boy?"

Again, he looked around as I unlocked the car and we tossed the paperwork onto
the back seat of my sedan.  "Not many."

I laughed out loud.  "Well, obviously more than I have had."

He looked at me with narrowed eyes.  "Who do you have your eye on?"

I was startled that he had intuited why I had asked.  "Dylan Gambini," I
answered, my cock throbbing and my throat tight, admitting the truth out loud to
another person.

Hank arched an eyebrow.  "Nice.  I could always help show you the ropes.
Another three-way.  As long as you're sure he'll keep his fucking mouth shut."
I just shrugged because I really didn't know if Dylan could be trusted.  "Well,
let's talk about it next week."  That statement sent a sexual jolt through me.
I was standing in the school parking lot conspiring with another adult to
sexually molest a sever-year-old boy.  And I was excited by the idea.  I nodded
my head and then got into the car.  Hank leaned on roof of the car and put his
face into my open car window.  "Don't fuck the little cunt raw, Mr. Edwards.  I
want her back on Monday."  He shook his head.  "You lucky bastard.  Enjoy!"  He
stood up and his hard-on was obvious.  If the circumstances were different, I'm
pretty sure I would have suggested that I could help him relieve that.  Yeah, my
lust was driving me now.  Who knew what the future held?

And he was right.  "I am one lucky bastard," I thought. I backed away as he
turned to return to the school building.  I got home before my wife, Barbara,
got home from work.  I selected some slacks and a sweater that seemed like
something that Caroline's father might have selected if he had to dress himself
out of the closet of a low paid elementary teacher.  I decided not to wear any
underwear.  My cock liked the soft fabric of the slacks and I knew I'd made the
right decision.  I felt loose, charged, edgy.  Fuck I was horny.  I was just
slipping on my shoes when I heard the front door shut.

"Honey," my wife called.

"I'm in here dressing," I called back.  She appeared shortly.

"You ready?" she asked.  "No shirt?  That's rather casual looking."

"Yeah.  The principal suggested that it would low-keyed."

"Wonder what I should wear then," she mused aloud.  I suggested a simple black
dress she'd worn to a recent wedding.  She voiced concern about the fact that it
was pretty revealing with only spaghetti straps.

"Come on, Sweetie.  We're trying to get some money out of this family," I joked.

She arched an eyebrow at me.  "So what am I?  Eye candy for the daddy?"

I came up behind her and cupped her breasts.  "You're eye candy for any man
lucky enough to be in your presence."  I was gently flicking my thumbs across
her nipples.

"Ummm, honey, don't start something we can't finish," she softly moaned as she
arched her neck back toward me.

I slipped my hands down her front and cup her genital area, pulling her back
into pelvis.  I was rock hard and I dry fucked at her ass.  I was so horny.  And
I wanted to make sure she was feeling in the mood.  In my mind's eye, I could
picture Caroline's father standing there, approving and even directing how I
felt her up.  My wife's breath was getting heavy with lust.  I abruptly stopped
my groping and humping and slapped her on her ass.

"OK, just remember, you owe me.  Make yourself gorgeous."  I headed to the
kitchen to make myself a drink while she dressed.  I kept rubbing my crotch as I
thought about what, maybe, Caroline's father had in mind.  I had the sudden
realization that I was totally committed to whatever he had in mind.  As long as
I got some time with Caroline...yes, and with him too...I would be compliant about
anything else.  When my wife came into the room, she did look great.  She had
her hair up showing off the pendant earrings that set off her long sensual neck.
A simple chain of gold accentuated her tanned skin tones.  The dress softly
clung to the curves of her body.  She was fucking hot.  And I was perfectly
willing to barter that body for the body of seven year old girl.  I felt
perverted but that, alone, heightened the sexual energy coursing through me.

As we drove, my wife chatted intermediately about her day.  I was distracted
with finding the unfamiliar address and the sexual images from the last few days
and the fantasies about what this evening might bring.  As we were drawing
nearer to the address, the neighborhood reflected money and affluence.  My wife
grew silent and I suspected she was wrapped up in envious thoughts about our
never having the possibility of living in houses like these.

I pulled into the driveway and killed the motor.  I drew in a ragged deep
breath.

"Nervous?" Barbara asked.

"Yeah." I said.  But she had no idea what was causing this nervousness in me.
"Let's get this over with," and I got out of the car.  She opened her own door
and we met at the front of the car and walked up to the ornate, windowed front
door.  I rang the bell and as the chime echoed away, I looked over the manicured
front yard.  Clearly, this was a house that was cared for by a professional yard
maintenance company.  Caroline's family clearly had money and my own envious
thoughts went through my mind.

At the sound of the door opening, I snapped my head around.  And there he was.
I had guessed correctly.  He was wearing a sweater without a shirt and soft
pleated slacks.  The quality of the clothes far exceeded mine, but a sense of
pride for knowing how he would dress filled me.

"Mr. Edwards," he said, that engaging smile of his lighting up his face.  "So
nice to see you again.  Thank you for coming."  His hand shake was firm but he
also managed to rub the ball of my palm with his middle finger.  Then he turned
his attention to Barbara.  "And you must be Mrs. Edwards."  He shook her hand,
but softly, and gently placed his left hand on top of both of their hands in a
very intimate manner.

"Barbara," she said.

"Barbara it is," he replied.  He brought her into the entryway without releasing
her hand.  "Welcome." Still not releasing her hand, he called out, "Caroline,
our guests are here."

From within the house, Caroline's squeal of childish happiness was heard and we
could hear her running toward us.  She burst into the entryway in a frilly blue
party dress with an irradiance band of sequins setting off the skirt..  A
matching ribbon circled up from her neck, holding her blond hair back from her
face.  Rather than evoking some child movie star as she had at Meet the Teacher
Night, she reminded me of illustrations of Alice from Alice in Wonderland.  How
appropriate.  I remembered all the allegations of pedophilia that I knew had
been leveled against Lewis Carroll.  My cock jerked instantly. And in a flash,
Caroline was before me, hugging my left leg, chattering away about how glad she
was I had come.  The word "come," of course, had such a special meaning in this
instance.  I had fucked this girl.  I had put my adult cock up inside her cunt.
I had left a load of my sperm up inside her small, young fuck hole.  And I
wanted to fuck her again.  I had almost become unaware of Barbara and Caroline's
father.  I was caressing her hair and telling how nice it was to be invited and
how glad I was to see her too.

"I'm impressed," I heard my wife's voice.  "Only three hours..." Barbara used the
reference to time as a way to extract her hands from Caroline's father, "...and a
reunion of this intensity."

"Actually, Caroline wasn't at school today," her father said.  "Mr. Edwards has
created a very special bond with Caroline in a very short time."  He was
steering my wife into the living room.  "I'm very pleased he's been able to do
that."

Caroline was still hugging my left leg and deliberating rubbing her check
against my cock.  She looked up at me as her father led my wife away.  I mouthed
wordlessly to her, "I missed you."

She instantly mouthed back, "Me too."  I bent and kissed her almost before she
was finished with the words.  The taste of her mouth was as sweet as I
remembered.  I quickly slipped my right hand up under the skirt of her dress.  I
was startled to feel a lacy fabric between her legs.

"Panties?" I asked softly. She pulled my hand tight against the mound of her
cunt. She bucked her hips in a blatant fucking motion.  My cock ached.

"They're special panties.  You'll see," she whispered.  And with a giggle she
broke free and headed into the living room. With my heart pounding, I followed
her.  The evening was starting just like I had hoped it would.

My wife was seated on a soft leather sofa.  Because she has sunk down into the
softness of the upholstery, the hem of her dress had slide up to mid-thigh.  I
noticed that she didn't try to tug it down.  I thought she must be enjoying the
attention she was getting from David's father.  No doubt.  He's fucking gorgeous
and sensual and emits that erotic softness of money and manners.  Caroline's
father was pouring her a glass of red wine at a dark, elegant side table.  Then
he brought me one.  Standing with his back to my wife, he winked at me and very
deliberately caressed the middle of his upper lip with the tip of his tongue.

"You're very fortunate man, Mr. Edwards, to have such an attractive wife."

All I could muster was to nod my head.  I knew I couldn't trust the sound of my
voice, that I couldn't keep the sexual heat he had just created in me from
sounding loud and clear.

"And your wife..." Barbara asked letting silence finish her question.

"We're separated," he said and he turned briskly toward her and went and sat
next to her.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said, genuinely, probably because she was afraid she had
committed some breach of etiquette.

"No, no," he assured her in that soft, seductive voice of his.  "It's for the
better...for everyone."

We then lapsed into small talk.  Caroline sat on the sofa next to her father.
She was facing me and slowly spread her legs.  Very slowly, so that it wouldn't
be noticed by my wife who was sitting on the other side of her father, she began
to slowly pull up the hem of her dress.  What a fucking cock tease I thought.
My cock was throbbing, and I sat there sipping my wine, and melted into the
provocative behavior of Caroline.  The hem of her dress was just barely covering
her panties, her silky legs were totally exposed.  My cock was aching and I was
having trouble keeping my breath regular.

Through this haze of lust, I heard Caroline's father suggest a tour of the
house.  My wife voiced real interest so we all stood.  I knew my hard-on was
obvious to anyone who looked directly at my crotch.  I didn't care.  The fabric
of my pants rubbed gently on the frenulum on the underside of my prick.
Caroline came and took my hand and we walked off as two couples, Caroline's
father with Barbara leading, me and Caroline, hand-in-hand, following them.

I don't remember the details of the rooms we went through.  All my senses were
centered on Caroline, the sensation of her small hand in mine, the rustle of her
dress, the soft aroma she carried with her.

However, one room pulled me back into the tour.  It was Caroline's bedroom.  It
looked frilly, was decorated in lavender and white.  I wondered if it was on
this canopied bed where her father fucked her.  Every time?  Some times?
Special occasions?  How perverted to image the two of them naked, fucking, in
the midst of this little girl's world. Caroline's father exited with Barbara.
He was saying that the next stop was the basement to see the family room.
Caroline started to follow, but I stood still.

She looked at me when I didn't move.  "Show me those panties." I said in a hiss
of a whisper.  She dropped my hand, pulled up her skirt, tucking it under her
chin to expose a pair of black, lacy panties.  She pushed her little belly
forward in that exhibitionistic trick she had learned.  The fabric alone looked
obscene on her.  It was the fabric that one would expect to see in a pair of
women's panties, something from Victoria Secret.  Then she pulled at both sides
of panties that covered her cunt.  The panties parted revealing the soft
whiteness of her cunt lips.

I couldn't catch my breath.  "Those are special," I said in a horse whisper.

"They're fucking panties.  Daddy had them made for me in Mexico," she announced
proudly.

In three steps I crossed to her.  I lifted her with my hands under her arms, and
quickly walked to her bed with her body dangling.  I tossed her, none too
gently, onto the bed.  She landed on her back, her knees at the edge of the bed.
"Show me again," I said and was surprised myself at the harsh command tone the
statement carried.

Caroline smiled, a clear look of lust on her face.  She liked to arouse men.
She pulled up her skirt again, and pulled the slit in the black panties apart
allowing her cunt to show.

"Show me the inside of your cunt."

She moved her fingers to her skin on either side of the lips of her cunt and
pulled those soft lips back, showing me the pinkness that lay hidden inside her
cunt.  She was still smiling, running her teeth over her lower lip.  She
couldn't have looked more sexual.  I unzipped my pants and pulled my red swollen
hard-on out.

"Remember this, you little whore?" I asked.

She nodded, her smile widening.  I stepped up to the bed, her dangling legs
between mine.  By bending my knees, I could take my cock and slap it against her
cunt.  "We're going to try those panties out, Baby.  I'm going to fuck you."
She pulled her cunt lips wider as if answering a dare.  I rubbed the head of my
cock up and down her cunt, leaving a trail of glistening precum.  When I felt
the head of my cock at just the right spot, I pushed into her.  She grunted from
my invasion.  My cock was afire with warmth and softness as it slipped into the
envelope of her cunt.  I could have sworn, once again, to see stars.  I fell
forward, laying flat on her small body, my cock rammed up inside her cunt.
Fuck, fuck, I'm going to cum, I thought.  I forced myself to hold absolutely
still.  I didn't want to cum.  I wanted this fantastic sensual moment to last.
And I lost all consciousness of everything except my cock and her cunt.  Then I
slowly became aware that Caroline was struggling, trying to push my body up, off
of her.  I leaned back a bit.

"Mr. Edwards, you're too..." but instead of the word "big" which I expected, she
continued with "heavy!"

I leaned on my lower arms so I could raise myself up.  She sighed and started
moving her hips, massaging my cock inside her cunt.  I couldn't resist any
longer. I started to jackhammer my cock into her.  And she started fucking
upward to meet my downward stroke.

"Yeah, Baby, fuck yourself on my cock.  Fuck me, you little whore.  Fuck, fuck
fuck!"

I was possessed.  Within ten strokes, I felt my balls tighten, my cock expanded
and my seed shot, again and again, into her little cunt.  Despite wanting to
collapse on top of her, I raised myself up on my hands on either side of her
head.  My breathing was loud and jagged.  I locked my elbows so I could look
down her body and see my cock embedded in her cunt, cum starting to ooze out of
the juncture of our two organs.

"I've been wanting to do that all day," I managed to say.  Her only response was
to move her hands to the portion of my shaft outside her cunt.  My head threw
back at the electric charge that her touch sent through my body.

Just then I heard Caroline's father and Barbara coming upstairs.  I quickly
pulled my cock out of her.  Caroline bolted off the bed going under my arm,
smoothing her dress skirt as she went.  I stood and quickly stuffed my still
half erect cock back into my pants and zipped up my fly.

From the hallway, I heard Caroline's father say, "So where have you two been?"

"I was showing Mr. Edwards one of my favorite games," Caroline answered without
a pause.  By this time I was in the doorway, hoping that my face wasn't too
flushed.

"I'll show you the family room another time, Mr. Edwards," he said as he brushed
past me.  We returned to the living room, took our original seating, and
Caroline's father served us more wine.  Gradually, I was getting back to normal
from the sexual frenzy that had seized me.  More small talk ensued.  After a
bit, my wife announced she was going to use the bathroom and moved to leave the
room.  As soon as her back was turned to us, Caroline got on her knees and
whispered something in her father's ears.  He reached up under her dress with
his hand.  I knew her panties had to be soaked with my cum.  But his hand stayed
under her dress.  From the way she arched her back, I knew he was finger fucking
her.  The idea that his fingers had spread the slit in her panties, was
squishing into her fuck hole, getting coated with my cum, caused my cock to
start to harden again.  He slowly turned to face me, smiled that smile that
melted me, and mouthed "naughty" to me.  He then turned back to Caroline and
gave her a deep, erotic, sexual kiss.  When the kiss was over, he stood and
taking Caroline by the hand, walked over to me.

"Mr. Edwards," he said very softly.  "You surprise me." He brought his cum
covered fingers to my mouth and I realized he must have been using three fingers
to fuck her.  I licked and sucked his fingers clean without having to be told.
I deliberately treated each digit as if it were a cock.  "Caroline," he said.
She understood his unspoken command and unzipped his pants.  His beautiful
prick, hard and red, sprung out.  He put his right hand behind my head and
pulled me toward his manhood.  I let him although I didn't require any coercion.
My lips felt the heat, the softness of his cock.  I savored the eroticism of
slowly sliding my lips over the mushroom shaped head of his cock.  I moaned in
ecstasy as my mouth slowly slid down his shaft.  "Fuck, yes," he breathed and I
began to bob my head up and down his veined and glorious dick.  Caroline,
without any coaching, was feeling my mouth on her father's cock.  The sensation
of her fingers caressing my lips and then her father's shaft enhanced the sexual
joy surging through me.

The sound of the bathroom door shutting was quiet but we all heard it.  He
pulled back and quickly pulled his cock inside his pants and he zipped up.
Caroline scooted back to the sofa.

"Oh, Mr. Edwards, things need to move forward," he said.  He moved into the
kitchen as my wife returned.

"Caroline," she said as she sat next to Caroline on the sofa.  "This is such a
beautiful house.  You are a very lucky girl."

Caroline cocked her head to the side and replied, "Yes, I know I am."  Despite
its innocent sound, I knew the remark had nothing to do with the house.    Her
father returned to the room with a tray with four drinks.  One was clearly pink
lemonade for Caroline.  He delivered the drinks, explaining this was an
appetizer that he had learned about on his latest trip to Europe.  "You drink it
in one swig." He said.  "Not elegant, but it's not something you'd want to sip."

The three of us tossed down our small drinks.  "Dinner will be ready in just a
bit."  He then suggested we discuss the school business before dinner so we
could just relax for the rest of the evening.  So he and I carried on an
impromptu conversation about needing underwriters for the annual school auction.
I was amazed at how we could feed off of one another making a totally plausible
story up for the benefit of my wife.

Caroline seemed to grow restless, probably bored by the pretend conversation
although I had no idea if she knew what her father and I were saying was pure
bull shit.  Finally, she went up and whispered in her father's ear.  He looked
over at me.

"Caroline would like to show you some photo albums, Mr. Edwards."

I stood and Caroline came to me and again, took my hand.  She led me to opposite
end of the long room.  Although there were two side chairs by the table in front
of the bookcase where Caroline removed an album, she chose to crawl upon my lap.
Although we were behind the sofa in this position, with Barbara and Caroline's
father facing the other way, they were turned chatting with one another.  So I
knew either one of them could turn and look directly at us.  So I resisted the
urge I had to slip my hand up Caroline's dress to feel the wet panties, soaked
with my cum, that awaited me there.  Caroline fidgeted around.  I suspected it
was just a pretense so she could massage my cock with her ass.

"This is my last album.  It's not finished yet," she announced as she plopped
open the book.  Facing me was a full page color photograph, a close up of
Caroline with her lips around an almost obscenely thick cock.  If Hank was a
horse, this guy was an elephant.  She turned her head to me.  "Do you like it?"
she asked openly.

"Oh, yes."  For a moment we just sat there.  My breathing was becoming an issue
again.  My cock, not in the best of positions, was trying to engorge.  "Lift up,
sweetie," I said.  She complied and I adjust my cock so its hardness could
develop unimpeded. She settled down, moving her hips in a circular motion to rub
my cock.  I turned the page.  The second and third pages had several shots,
obviously all from the same event.  There was shot of a naked man from the chest
down with his cock straight out.  A small, perhaps Mexican, boy was on knees in
front of him, touching the tip of the man's cock with his tongue.  I recognized
the cock.  It was Caroline's father.  Another was a straight-on shot of an large
adult man, barrel chested, covered with black hair, totally nude, his legs
splayed and a small boy, probably the same one, with his head in the man's
crotch.  From the position of the boy and the look on the face of the man with
his head thrown back there was no doubt the kid was giving him a blow job.
Another one was more of a long shot, from the side view, showing Caroline
sucking this older guy's cock.  Clearly, it was his cock in the full page close
up that was on page one.  Another photo was the most erotic one for me.  It was
another side shot, showing the full bodies of both the young boy and Caroline.
His cock was half way into her cunt.  Her head was thrown back and he was
holding her by the top of her shoulders.  I'd never seen a picture of a boy
fucking a girl before.  It was obscene, but hot, hotter than any adult
pornography I had ever seen, hotter than the ones in this collection showing the
kids with the adults.

I brought my face down to hers so I could smell her aroma as I whispered to her,
"Who are they, sweetie?"

"Miguel is the father.  Cesar is the son.  Miguel is our gardener."  The
manicured lawn and garden I had admired when we arrived took on a whole new
meaning.  I turned the page and there were  more shots of various sexual
couplings, the most arousing was one with Caroline dripping cum from her mouth
onto her father's outstretched tongue.  There was another shot of Cesar fucking
Caroline in the missionary position and even one of Caroline sitting on her
father's lap, his cock half way up her cunt.  I realized that I had never seen
him actually fucking her.  But there weren't any of Miguel fucking her.

"Has Miguel ever fucked you?" I asked quietly.

"No.  Daddy says he's too big."  She turned to me a bit, with genuine enthusiasm
on her face.  "But he said that maybe after Hank fucks me some more, I'll be
able to fuck with Miguel."

"I'd like to watch that," I said as I turned another page.  I heard some
movement from the sofa.

"Oh, I love photographs," Barbara was saying as she stood.  For some reason,
Caroline's father wasn't stopping her.  They turned, each coming around a
different end of the sofa.  Barbara was talking about our not really keeping our
photos in albums like we should.  Her voice sounded a bit thick; her words
seemed a little slurred.  Caroline didn't move.  I was in a panic.  I slammed
the album cover shut.  How in fuck was I going to keep her from insisting on
looking at these photos?  Fear cut through the sexual arousal in which I had
been seeping.

Then Barbara stumbled.  Caroline's father deftly moved to her side and caught
her.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

She mumbled something about feeling hot and woozy.  As graceful as a dance step,
he turned her and moved her back to the sofa.  I lifted Caroline down and the
two of us followed.

"Perhaps we've had too much to drink," he suggested and he helped stretch her
out on the sofa.  "Why don't you rest a bit?"  His voice was soft, seductive in
its caring tone.

Barbara attempted to say something but the effort was too much and her head
flopped back, her eyes closed.  The hem of her dress was pulled up, exposing her
legs.  She again tried to say something but the only intelligible word was
"hot."  She reached out with one hand.  I thought for a moment she was going to
rub her crotch, but her arm slid off her leg and dangled over the edge of the
sofa.

Caroline's father knelt on floor beside the sofa.

"Are you too warm? Here maybe we need to get you some more air."  He took the
hem of her dress and pulled it back exposing her panties, a low cut pair of
sheer black nylon undies that she knew aroused me.  She must have been dressing
for our arrival back home.  He slid his hands down the side of her hips
inside her panties, lifting her ass a bit and pulled the panties down to mid-
thigh.  Barbara lay there, her cunt totally exposed.  He used his hand as a fan
above her cunt.  "Does this feel better, Barbara," he asked softly.  Barbara
muttered something.  He bent and gently kissed her cunt.  "Caroline," he said,
"Get my camera."  Caroline bolted from the room.  He stood and faced me, a smile
playing at the corners of his mouth.

"You drugged her." I said.  It wasn't a question but a statement that I knew was
true.

He reached out and caressed my face, like he had done that first night at the
school.  "Do you mind?  Do you care?" he asked softly.  When I didn't answer, he
moved his hand behind my head and pulled me to his mouth.  I surrendered totally
and completely to his mouth, his tongue, his taste.  The kiss went on and on.
My cock was fully hard and erect and aching with that sweet ache hard-ons bring.
I pressed my body up against him, our hard cocks tightly sandwiched between us,
rubbing on the fabric of our pants.  He brought both hands to my face and slowly
sucked on my tongue, like a cock, softly, gently.  I was breathless when he
pulled back.

"Mr. Edwards.  Your wife is going to sleep, sort of, for several hours.  During
that time, as a slight side effect, she is going to be horny as hell.  So we can
do anything we want with her body.  She may remember; she may not.  But she
won't fight us.  And we're going to take photos which, because they're digital,
we can print off before she wakes up.  In the morning, we're all going to be in
bed together, naked, and she's going to continue to be horny for a day or two.
She's going to believe she drank too much, misbehaved of her own volition.  In a
word, by morning, you are going to have a completely debauched wife.  And if the
two of you stick around tomorrow, I can promise you some fun surprises."  He was
still holding my face.

"OK, Mr. Edwards?"

I didn't even try to nod my head.  I just opened my mouth, inviting him, begging
him to kiss me again.  He gently rubbed his lips against mine.

"Mr. Edwards," he said, his words floating into my mouth, "You are my kind of
guy."

And then his mouth covered mine.

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