02-06-2026, 04:24 PM
The Week Between
The week that followed was surreal. I messaged Lin that evening, telling her we'd spoken to the family and everyone was interested. Her response came through almost immediately.
*Oh James, I'm so excited! Wei is too. We can't wait to meet your beautiful family. Next Saturday?*
*Next Saturday works perfectly,* I replied. *Come over around 7? We'll have dinner, drinks, and see where the evening takes us.*
*Perfect. I'll wear something special for you. And for your son. I can't wait to have both of you inside me at the same time. I want to feel your cocks rubbing together, want both of you to fill me with cum.*
My cock hardened instantly. I showed the message to Sarah, who was lying beside me in bed.
"Fuck," she breathed. "I can't believe this is happening."
"Are you sure you're alright with it?" I asked. "With the kids being involved?"
"Are you?"
I thought about it. "Honestly? Yes. They're adults. They're experienced. And the thought of it... Christ, Sarah, it's the hottest thing I've ever imagined."
"Me too," she admitted. "I keep thinking about Wei. About him fucking me whilst you watch. About him fucking the girls whilst I watch."
"About me fucking the girls?" I asked quietly.
She looked at me, her eyes dark with arousal. "Yes. About that too. About watching you lick Emma's pussy. About watching Sophie ride your cock. About all of us together."
We made love then, slowly and intensely, whispering fantasies to each other about what might happen on Saturday. Sarah came twice, crying out my name, her pussy clenching around my cock as she imagined the scenarios we were describing.
The rest of the week passed in a blur of anticipation. Sarah went shopping, coming home with bags from Agent Provocateur and Honey Birdette. She showed me her purchases—lacy bras and knickers in black and red, a silk robe, stockings and suspenders.
"I want to look good for Wei," she said, holding up a particularly revealing set—sheer black lace that would hide nothing.
"You always look good," I told her, and meant it. At forty-five, Sarah was still stunning. Her breasts were full and firm, her stomach flat from regular exercise, her arse high and tight. She could easily pass for ten years younger.
The girls were equally excited. They came over on Wednesday evening, ostensibly for dinner, but really to discuss Saturday.
"What should we wear?" Emma asked. She was wearing jeans and a tight top that showed off her athletic figure—flat stomach, toned arms, breasts that were smaller than her sister's but perfectly proportioned.
"Something sexy but not too obvious," Sarah advised. "You want to look good, but you don't want to look like you're trying too hard."
"I bought a new dress," Sophie said. "Short, tight, shows off my tits." She cupped her breasts through her top, and I had to look away, my cock stirring. Sophie had inherited Sarah's curves—full breasts, narrow waist, flared hips. She was stunning, and I felt a mixture of pride and inappropriate desire.
"Perfect," Sarah said with a grin. "Lin and Wei will love it."
"What about you, Mum?" Emma asked. "What are you wearing?"
"Something special," Sarah said mysteriously. "You'll see on Saturday."
Tom, when I spoke to him on Thursday, was more laid-back about the whole thing.
"I'm just going to turn up and see what happens," he said. "No point overthinking it."
"Wise words," I agreed. "Are you nervous?"
"A bit," he admitted. "I mean, it's you and Mum and the girls. That's weird. But also... I don't know. Exciting? I've never done anything like this before."
"None of us have," I said. "But we're all adults. We all want this. It'll be fine."
"I hope so," Tom said. "Because honestly, Dad, I'm rock hard just thinking about it. Lin is gorgeous. And the thought of us both fucking her..." He trailed off.
"I know," I said, my own cock hardening. "Me too."
Lin and I messaged constantly throughout the week. She sent me photos—her in lingerie, her naked in bed, her touching herself, her fingers buried in her pussy. I sent some back—me in the shower, my cock hard, thinking about her.
*I'm going to suck your cock whilst your son fucks me,* she wrote on Friday night. *I want you both to cum inside me. I want to be full of your family's cum. And then I want your daughters to lick me clean. I want to taste their tongues, feel their mouths on my pussy.*
I showed the message to Sarah. She read it, then looked at me, her eyes dark with arousal. "Tomorrow night," she said. "This time tomorrow, it'll be happening."
"Are you nervous?" I asked.
"Terrified," she admitted. "But also more turned on than I've ever been in my life. I keep thinking about Wei's cock. About how it'll feel inside me. About watching him fuck Emma and Sophie."
"About watching me fuck them?" I asked quietly.
"Yes," she whispered. "About that too. I want to see it, James. I want to watch you lick their pussies, watch them suck your cock, watch you fuck them. Is that wrong?"
"I don't know," I admitted. "But I want it too."
We didn't sleep much that night. We made love twice, both times intense and passionate, both times whispering fantasies about what would happen the next evening.
The week that followed was surreal. I messaged Lin that evening, telling her we'd spoken to the family and everyone was interested. Her response came through almost immediately.
*Oh James, I'm so excited! Wei is too. We can't wait to meet your beautiful family. Next Saturday?*
*Next Saturday works perfectly,* I replied. *Come over around 7? We'll have dinner, drinks, and see where the evening takes us.*
*Perfect. I'll wear something special for you. And for your son. I can't wait to have both of you inside me at the same time. I want to feel your cocks rubbing together, want both of you to fill me with cum.*
My cock hardened instantly. I showed the message to Sarah, who was lying beside me in bed.
"Fuck," she breathed. "I can't believe this is happening."
"Are you sure you're alright with it?" I asked. "With the kids being involved?"
"Are you?"
I thought about it. "Honestly? Yes. They're adults. They're experienced. And the thought of it... Christ, Sarah, it's the hottest thing I've ever imagined."
"Me too," she admitted. "I keep thinking about Wei. About him fucking me whilst you watch. About him fucking the girls whilst I watch."
"About me fucking the girls?" I asked quietly.
She looked at me, her eyes dark with arousal. "Yes. About that too. About watching you lick Emma's pussy. About watching Sophie ride your cock. About all of us together."
We made love then, slowly and intensely, whispering fantasies to each other about what might happen on Saturday. Sarah came twice, crying out my name, her pussy clenching around my cock as she imagined the scenarios we were describing.
The rest of the week passed in a blur of anticipation. Sarah went shopping, coming home with bags from Agent Provocateur and Honey Birdette. She showed me her purchases—lacy bras and knickers in black and red, a silk robe, stockings and suspenders.
"I want to look good for Wei," she said, holding up a particularly revealing set—sheer black lace that would hide nothing.
"You always look good," I told her, and meant it. At forty-five, Sarah was still stunning. Her breasts were full and firm, her stomach flat from regular exercise, her arse high and tight. She could easily pass for ten years younger.
The girls were equally excited. They came over on Wednesday evening, ostensibly for dinner, but really to discuss Saturday.
"What should we wear?" Emma asked. She was wearing jeans and a tight top that showed off her athletic figure—flat stomach, toned arms, breasts that were smaller than her sister's but perfectly proportioned.
"Something sexy but not too obvious," Sarah advised. "You want to look good, but you don't want to look like you're trying too hard."
"I bought a new dress," Sophie said. "Short, tight, shows off my tits." She cupped her breasts through her top, and I had to look away, my cock stirring. Sophie had inherited Sarah's curves—full breasts, narrow waist, flared hips. She was stunning, and I felt a mixture of pride and inappropriate desire.
"Perfect," Sarah said with a grin. "Lin and Wei will love it."
"What about you, Mum?" Emma asked. "What are you wearing?"
"Something special," Sarah said mysteriously. "You'll see on Saturday."
Tom, when I spoke to him on Thursday, was more laid-back about the whole thing.
"I'm just going to turn up and see what happens," he said. "No point overthinking it."
"Wise words," I agreed. "Are you nervous?"
"A bit," he admitted. "I mean, it's you and Mum and the girls. That's weird. But also... I don't know. Exciting? I've never done anything like this before."
"None of us have," I said. "But we're all adults. We all want this. It'll be fine."
"I hope so," Tom said. "Because honestly, Dad, I'm rock hard just thinking about it. Lin is gorgeous. And the thought of us both fucking her..." He trailed off.
"I know," I said, my own cock hardening. "Me too."
Lin and I messaged constantly throughout the week. She sent me photos—her in lingerie, her naked in bed, her touching herself, her fingers buried in her pussy. I sent some back—me in the shower, my cock hard, thinking about her.
*I'm going to suck your cock whilst your son fucks me,* she wrote on Friday night. *I want you both to cum inside me. I want to be full of your family's cum. And then I want your daughters to lick me clean. I want to taste their tongues, feel their mouths on my pussy.*
I showed the message to Sarah. She read it, then looked at me, her eyes dark with arousal. "Tomorrow night," she said. "This time tomorrow, it'll be happening."
"Are you nervous?" I asked.
"Terrified," she admitted. "But also more turned on than I've ever been in my life. I keep thinking about Wei's cock. About how it'll feel inside me. About watching him fuck Emma and Sophie."
"About watching me fuck them?" I asked quietly.
"Yes," she whispered. "About that too. I want to see it, James. I want to watch you lick their pussies, watch them suck your cock, watch you fuck them. Is that wrong?"
"I don't know," I admitted. "But I want it too."
We didn't sleep much that night. We made love twice, both times intense and passionate, both times whispering fantasies about what would happen the next evening.