02-06-2026, 04:26 PM
Saturday Evening
By seven o'clock on Saturday, we were all ready. Sarah looked absolutely stunning in a black dress that hugged her curves, showing off her toned body. The dress was short, ending mid-thigh, and cut low enough to show the swell of her breasts. Her blonde hair was styled in loose waves, her makeup perfect. She wore the expensive lingerie underneath—I'd watched her put it on, the sheer black lace barely covering her nipples, the matching knickers so small they were almost pointless.
I'd gone for smart casual—dark jeans and a fitted shirt that Sarah said showed off my physique. At fifty, I was still in decent shape—regular gym sessions kept me fit, and I had the kind of body that came from years of physical activity rather than obsessive training.
Tom arrived at quarter to seven, looking confident and handsome in dark jeans and a white shirt. He was tall like me, broad-shouldered and muscular, with the kind of easy confidence that came naturally to him. I felt a surge of pride looking at him, mixed with something else—anticipation, perhaps, for what was about to happen.
Emma and Sophie arrived together at ten to seven, both looking gorgeous. Emma wore a red dress that showed off her long legs and athletic figure. The dress was elegant but sexy, cut to emphasize her narrow waist and toned arms. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a sleek ponytail, and she wore minimal makeup—she didn't need much.
Sophie's choice was a tight black dress with a plunging neckline that displayed her impressive cleavage. The dress hugged her curves, emphasizing her full breasts, narrow waist, and flared hips. Her blonde hair fell in waves past her shoulders, and she'd gone for more dramatic makeup—smoky eyes, red lips. She looked stunning, and I had to consciously stop myself from staring.
"You both look beautiful," Sarah said, hugging them.
"So do you, Mum," Emma said. "Wei's going to lose his mind."
"That's the plan," Sarah said with a wicked grin.
We'd prepared food—nothing too heavy, just nibbles and snacks—and I'd stocked up on wine and beer. The house was clean, the lighting was soft, and music played quietly in the background. Everything was ready.
At precisely seven o'clock, the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it," Sarah said, smoothing down her dress. Her hands were shaking slightly, I noticed. She was nervous.
We all waited in the living room, suddenly tense. I heard Sarah open the door, heard her voice—"You must be Lin and Wei, come in!"—and then footsteps in the hallway.
And then they appeared.
Lin looked even more stunning than I remembered. She wore a short white dress that contrasted beautifully with her golden skin, the fabric clinging to her small, perfect breasts and narrow waist. Her long black hair fell in waves past her shoulders, and her legs seemed to go on forever, ending in a pair of high heels that made her nearly as tall as Sarah. She wasn't wearing a bra—I could see her nipples through the thin fabric, small and dark and already hard.
Wei was beside her, looking sharp in dark trousers and a white shirt. He was smiling, confident, his eyes taking in the room. His gaze lingered on Sarah, then moved to Emma and Sophie, and I saw his eyes widen slightly. The girls were every bit as stunning as I'd described.
"Everyone," Sarah said, her voice slightly breathless, "this is Lin and Wei. Lin, Wei, this is our family—Tom, Emma, and Sophie."
"It's so lovely to meet you all," Lin said, her accent soft and musical. Her eyes lingered on Tom, then moved to the girls, then back to me. "James has told us so much about you."
"All good things, I hope," Tom said, stepping forward to shake hands. I watched as Lin's eyes traveled over my son's body, taking in his height, his broad shoulders, the way his shirt fit across his chest. She was imagining him naked, I realized. Imagining what his cock looked like.
"Very good things," Wei said, his eyes on Sarah. "Your husband didn't exaggerate. You're absolutely stunning."
Sarah blushed, pleased. "You're very kind. Can I get you both a drink?"
We settled into the evening naturally. Wine flowed, conversation came easily, and the initial nervousness faded. Lin sat between Tom and me on the sofa, whilst Wei was in an armchair with Sarah perched on the arm beside him. Emma and Sophie sat on the floor, leaning against the sofa, their legs tucked underneath them.
The conversation was light at first—travel, work, London. But gradually it became more intimate, more charged.
"So," Lin said after her second glass of wine, her hand resting on my thigh, "James tells us you're all in the lifestyle?"
"For a couple of years now," Emma confirmed. "Though obviously we didn't know Mum and Dad were until recently."
"That must have been an interesting conversation," Wei said with a laugh, his hand on Sarah's back, stroking slowly.
"It was certainly surprising," Sarah said. "But in a good way. It's nice to be able to be open with each other."
"We think it's wonderful," Lin said, her hand moving higher on my thigh. "That you're all so open with each other. So honest. It's rare."
"We're a close family," Tom said. "Always have been."
"And you're all comfortable with... tonight?" Wei asked, looking around at each of us. His hand had moved to Sarah's thigh, I noticed, stroking the bare skin just below the hem of her dress.
"Very comfortable," Sophie said firmly, her eyes on Wei. "I've been looking forward to it all week."
"Me too," Emma added, her gaze moving between Lin and Wei. "I've never done anything like this before, but I want to."
"Same here," Tom said, his eyes on Lin. "I think it's going to be incredible."
Lin's hand was now at the top of my thigh, her fingers brushing against my cock through my jeans. I was already hard, had been since they'd arrived, and she could feel it. She smiled, her eyes meeting mine.
"I've been thinking about this constantly," she said, her voice low. "About all of you. About what we're going to do tonight."
"What do you want to do?" Sarah asked, her voice slightly breathless. Wei's hand had moved higher on her thigh, disappearing under her dress.
"Everything," Lin said simply. "I want to taste everyone. I want to feel everyone. I want to be filled with your family's cum."
The atmosphere in the room shifted, becoming charged with sexual tension. Wei's hand was clearly between Sarah's legs now, and I could see her breathing quicken. Lin's hand was rubbing my cock through my jeans, and I could feel precum leaking, dampening my boxers.
"I want to fuck your wife," Wei said, looking at me. "I want to feel her pussy around my cock. I want to make her cum."
"I want that too," Sarah said, her voice thick with arousal.
"I want to fuck your daughters," Wei continued, his eyes moving to Emma and Sophie. "I want to taste their pussies, feel how tight they are. I want to fill them with my cum."
Sophie moaned softly, her hand moving between her legs. Emma's cheeks were flushed, her breathing rapid.
"I want your son," Lin said, her hand squeezing my cock. "I want to feel his cock inside me. I want both of you—father and son—filling me at the same time."
Tom's eyes were dark with arousal. "I want that too," he said, his voice rough.
"Should we..." Sarah started, then paused. "Should we move this upstairs?"
"Yes," Lin said simply, standing up. "Let's."
By seven o'clock on Saturday, we were all ready. Sarah looked absolutely stunning in a black dress that hugged her curves, showing off her toned body. The dress was short, ending mid-thigh, and cut low enough to show the swell of her breasts. Her blonde hair was styled in loose waves, her makeup perfect. She wore the expensive lingerie underneath—I'd watched her put it on, the sheer black lace barely covering her nipples, the matching knickers so small they were almost pointless.
I'd gone for smart casual—dark jeans and a fitted shirt that Sarah said showed off my physique. At fifty, I was still in decent shape—regular gym sessions kept me fit, and I had the kind of body that came from years of physical activity rather than obsessive training.
Tom arrived at quarter to seven, looking confident and handsome in dark jeans and a white shirt. He was tall like me, broad-shouldered and muscular, with the kind of easy confidence that came naturally to him. I felt a surge of pride looking at him, mixed with something else—anticipation, perhaps, for what was about to happen.
Emma and Sophie arrived together at ten to seven, both looking gorgeous. Emma wore a red dress that showed off her long legs and athletic figure. The dress was elegant but sexy, cut to emphasize her narrow waist and toned arms. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a sleek ponytail, and she wore minimal makeup—she didn't need much.
Sophie's choice was a tight black dress with a plunging neckline that displayed her impressive cleavage. The dress hugged her curves, emphasizing her full breasts, narrow waist, and flared hips. Her blonde hair fell in waves past her shoulders, and she'd gone for more dramatic makeup—smoky eyes, red lips. She looked stunning, and I had to consciously stop myself from staring.
"You both look beautiful," Sarah said, hugging them.
"So do you, Mum," Emma said. "Wei's going to lose his mind."
"That's the plan," Sarah said with a wicked grin.
We'd prepared food—nothing too heavy, just nibbles and snacks—and I'd stocked up on wine and beer. The house was clean, the lighting was soft, and music played quietly in the background. Everything was ready.
At precisely seven o'clock, the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it," Sarah said, smoothing down her dress. Her hands were shaking slightly, I noticed. She was nervous.
We all waited in the living room, suddenly tense. I heard Sarah open the door, heard her voice—"You must be Lin and Wei, come in!"—and then footsteps in the hallway.
And then they appeared.
Lin looked even more stunning than I remembered. She wore a short white dress that contrasted beautifully with her golden skin, the fabric clinging to her small, perfect breasts and narrow waist. Her long black hair fell in waves past her shoulders, and her legs seemed to go on forever, ending in a pair of high heels that made her nearly as tall as Sarah. She wasn't wearing a bra—I could see her nipples through the thin fabric, small and dark and already hard.
Wei was beside her, looking sharp in dark trousers and a white shirt. He was smiling, confident, his eyes taking in the room. His gaze lingered on Sarah, then moved to Emma and Sophie, and I saw his eyes widen slightly. The girls were every bit as stunning as I'd described.
"Everyone," Sarah said, her voice slightly breathless, "this is Lin and Wei. Lin, Wei, this is our family—Tom, Emma, and Sophie."
"It's so lovely to meet you all," Lin said, her accent soft and musical. Her eyes lingered on Tom, then moved to the girls, then back to me. "James has told us so much about you."
"All good things, I hope," Tom said, stepping forward to shake hands. I watched as Lin's eyes traveled over my son's body, taking in his height, his broad shoulders, the way his shirt fit across his chest. She was imagining him naked, I realized. Imagining what his cock looked like.
"Very good things," Wei said, his eyes on Sarah. "Your husband didn't exaggerate. You're absolutely stunning."
Sarah blushed, pleased. "You're very kind. Can I get you both a drink?"
We settled into the evening naturally. Wine flowed, conversation came easily, and the initial nervousness faded. Lin sat between Tom and me on the sofa, whilst Wei was in an armchair with Sarah perched on the arm beside him. Emma and Sophie sat on the floor, leaning against the sofa, their legs tucked underneath them.
The conversation was light at first—travel, work, London. But gradually it became more intimate, more charged.
"So," Lin said after her second glass of wine, her hand resting on my thigh, "James tells us you're all in the lifestyle?"
"For a couple of years now," Emma confirmed. "Though obviously we didn't know Mum and Dad were until recently."
"That must have been an interesting conversation," Wei said with a laugh, his hand on Sarah's back, stroking slowly.
"It was certainly surprising," Sarah said. "But in a good way. It's nice to be able to be open with each other."
"We think it's wonderful," Lin said, her hand moving higher on my thigh. "That you're all so open with each other. So honest. It's rare."
"We're a close family," Tom said. "Always have been."
"And you're all comfortable with... tonight?" Wei asked, looking around at each of us. His hand had moved to Sarah's thigh, I noticed, stroking the bare skin just below the hem of her dress.
"Very comfortable," Sophie said firmly, her eyes on Wei. "I've been looking forward to it all week."
"Me too," Emma added, her gaze moving between Lin and Wei. "I've never done anything like this before, but I want to."
"Same here," Tom said, his eyes on Lin. "I think it's going to be incredible."
Lin's hand was now at the top of my thigh, her fingers brushing against my cock through my jeans. I was already hard, had been since they'd arrived, and she could feel it. She smiled, her eyes meeting mine.
"I've been thinking about this constantly," she said, her voice low. "About all of you. About what we're going to do tonight."
"What do you want to do?" Sarah asked, her voice slightly breathless. Wei's hand had moved higher on her thigh, disappearing under her dress.
"Everything," Lin said simply. "I want to taste everyone. I want to feel everyone. I want to be filled with your family's cum."
The atmosphere in the room shifted, becoming charged with sexual tension. Wei's hand was clearly between Sarah's legs now, and I could see her breathing quicken. Lin's hand was rubbing my cock through my jeans, and I could feel precum leaking, dampening my boxers.
"I want to fuck your wife," Wei said, looking at me. "I want to feel her pussy around my cock. I want to make her cum."
"I want that too," Sarah said, her voice thick with arousal.
"I want to fuck your daughters," Wei continued, his eyes moving to Emma and Sophie. "I want to taste their pussies, feel how tight they are. I want to fill them with my cum."
Sophie moaned softly, her hand moving between her legs. Emma's cheeks were flushed, her breathing rapid.
"I want your son," Lin said, her hand squeezing my cock. "I want to feel his cock inside me. I want both of you—father and son—filling me at the same time."
Tom's eyes were dark with arousal. "I want that too," he said, his voice rough.
"Should we..." Sarah started, then paused. "Should we move this upstairs?"
"Yes," Lin said simply, standing up. "Let's."