Incest Shanghai Detour - Meeting a young Chinese couple in Shanghai changed our lives

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The Detour


The announcement crackled through the cabin speakers in Mandarin first, then English. "Ladies and gentlemen, we are beginning our descent into Shanghai Pudong International Airport."

I stretched in my seat, feeling the stiffness in my lower back from the eleven-hour flight. Bloody hell, I was getting too old for these marathon journeys. At fifty, my body didn't bounce back from long-haul flights the way it used to. Still, needs must when the devil drives, as my old dad used to say. This Sydney deal was too important to pass up, even if it meant flying a route I'd never taken before.
Normally, I'd have been sipping champagne in the Emirates lounge in Dubai right about now, or perhaps enjoying the legendary service on Qatar Airways. But with the Middle East situation being what it was, my company's travel department had vetoed both options. "Too risky," they'd said. So here I was, routing through China instead, facing a twenty-two-hour layover in Shanghai.

Twenty-two bloody hours.

At least they'd arranged a complimentary hotel near the airport. Small mercies and all that.

The plane touched down with barely a bump—I had to give the Chinese pilots credit for that—and soon I was trudging through the seemingly endless corridors of Pudong Airport, following the signs for transit passengers. The terminal was massive, all gleaming white surfaces and soaring ceilings, but also oddly quiet for such a large airport. Perhaps it was the time of day, or maybe the reduced international traffic.
I found the hotel transfer desk easily enough, tucked away in a corner near the baggage claim area. A young woman in a crisp uniform sat behind the counter, her face professionally pleasant but distant. I approached with my booking confirmation pulled up on my phone.

"Hello, I've got a complimentary hotel booking for transit passengers," I said, offering what I hoped was a friendly smile. "The confirmation number is—"

She looked at me blankly.

I tried again, speaking more slowly. "Hotel. Transit hotel. I have a booking."

Still nothing. She reached for her mobile phone and opened what appeared to be a translation app, gesturing for me to speak into it.

I hadn't anticipated a complete language barrier. Stupid of me, really. Why would I assume everyone in China spoke English? I leaned toward her phone and repeated myself, watching as Chinese characters appeared on her screen. She nodded, understanding dawning on her face, and began typing something back.

This was going to be a long twenty-two hours.

"Excuse me, do you need some help?"

I turned to find a young couple standing behind me—Chinese, probably in their late twenties, both dressed casually but stylishly. The man was tall, easily six foot two, with the kind of lean, muscular build that spoke of regular gym sessions. Handsome bloke, with sharp features and confident posture. But it was the woman who immediately caught my attention.

Bloody hell.

She was stunning. Not just pretty—genuinely, stop-you-in-your-tracks gorgeous. Long black hair that fell past her shoulders, delicate features with high cheekbones, and a figure that her tight-fitting clothes did absolutely nothing to hide. She wore tiny denim shorts that showed off impossibly long, toned legs, and a snug white top that revealed a generous amount of cleavage. Her skin was flawless, that perfect golden tone that seemed to glow under the airport's fluorescent lights.

I felt my cock stir involuntarily and had to force myself to look at her face instead of her body. She was young enough to be my daughter—probably only a couple of years older than my eldest, actually. Down, boy, I told myself firmly.

"Yes, actually," I said, grateful for the interruption. "I'm trying to sort out my hotel transfer, but we're having a bit of a communication issue."

"No problem," the man said with a warm smile. His English was excellent, with only the faintest accent. "We're also getting the transit hotel. Let me help translate."

What followed was a flurry of rapid Mandarin between the three of them, with the young man gesturing at my phone and explaining my situation. The woman behind the desk nodded enthusiastically, her fingers flying across her keyboard. Within minutes, everything was sorted—my booking confirmed, my shuttle bus ticket printed, and directions provided.

"Thank you so much," I said, genuinely relieved. "I would have been completely lost without you."
"It's no trouble at all," the woman said, her English also fluent but with a more pronounced accent than her companion's. Her voice was soft and melodic, with a playful lilt to it. "We're happy to help. I'm Lin, by the way, and this is my husband, Wei."

"James," I said, shaking hands with both of them. Wei's grip was firm and confident. Lin's hand was small and soft in mine, and she held the contact just a fraction longer than necessary, her dark eyes meeting mine with an intensity that made my pulse quicken.

"Are you heading to the same hotel?" Wei asked.

"I believe so, yes. The shuttle leaves in about twenty minutes."

"Perfect! We'll ride together," Lin said brightly. "That way if you have any trouble with the driver or at check-in, we can help."

I could have kissed them both. Well, kissed Lin, anyway, and not just on the cheek. Stop it, James, I chided myself. You're old enough to be her father.

But as we walked toward the shuttle bus pickup point, I couldn't help but notice the way Lin moved—a natural, unconscious sensuality in her walk, her hips swaying gently, her long legs carrying her with a dancer's grace. Wei seemed completely unbothered by my obvious appreciation, walking on her other side with his hand resting casually on the small of her back.

The shuttle bus was nearly empty, just us and an elderly Chinese couple who sat at the front. We took seats near the back, with Lin sliding into the middle seat between Wei and me. The bus was warm, and I caught the scent of her perfume—something floral and expensive, with an underlying note of vanilla.
"So, James, what brings you to Shanghai?" Wei asked as the bus pulled away from the terminal.

"Just passing through, unfortunately. I'm heading to Sydney for business. Normally I'd route through Dubai or Doha, but with everything going on in the Middle East, the company decided it was safer to go this way."

"What kind of business?" Lin asked, shifting slightly in her seat. Her bare thigh pressed against mine, warm and smooth. I tried not to react.

"Mergers and acquisitions," I said. "Basically, I help companies buy and sell other companies. Not terribly exciting, I'm afraid, but it pays the bills."

"Oh, you must be quite wealthy then," Lin said with a mischievous smile. There was something cheeky in her tone, almost flirtatious.

I laughed. "I do alright. Can't complain."

"Where are you from?" Wei asked. "Your accent—London?"

"Near London, yes. Just outside, actually. A town called Weybridge, in Surrey. Do you know it?"

Lin's eyes widened. "We live near London too! In Ealing. We're just visiting family in Nanjing—that's where we're flying tomorrow."

"No kidding? Small world." I was genuinely surprised. "What brings you to the UK?"

"We work in the UK," Wei said. "I'm in property—estate agency. Hoping to start my own business soon."

"And you?" I asked Lin, trying to keep my eyes on her face and not the way her top had shifted, revealing even more of her cleavage.

"I work in... hospitality," she said with a slight smile, and something in her tone made me think there was more to that story.

The hotel was modern and clean, if somewhat generic—the kind of place designed specifically for transit passengers who needed a bed for a few hours. The lobby was quiet, with only a handful of other guests checking in. Once again, Wei and Lin helped me navigate the check-in process, translating between me and the desk clerk who spoke even less English than the woman at the airport.
"Right, well, I can't thank you both enough," I said once we all had our room keys. "You've been absolute lifesavers."

"It's really no problem," Wei said. "We're happy to help."

We started toward the lifts, our rooms apparently all on the same floor. As we waited, I mentioned, "I was thinking of freshening up and then heading into the city for a bit. Get some dinner, maybe have a look around. I've never been to Shanghai before, and it seems a shame to waste a whole day sitting in a hotel room."

"Oh, we were planning the same thing!" Lin said enthusiastically. "You should come with us! We can show you around a bit."

I hesitated for only a moment. Spending the evening with a gorgeous woman and her accommodating husband? Yes, please. "That would be brilliant, actually. I'd love to."

"Perfect," Lin said, her smile widening. "Shall we meet back down here in, say, thirty minutes?"

"Sounds like a plan."

---

I made it to my room, dropped my carry-on bag on the bed, and immediately headed for the shower. The hot water felt incredible after the long flight, washing away the staleness and fatigue. As I stood under the spray, I couldn't help but think about Lin.

Wow, she was attractive. That body, those legs, that smile. And the way she'd looked at me—there was definitely something there, wasn't there? Or was I just a dirty old man reading too much into a young woman's friendliness?

But then again, Wei hadn't seemed bothered by her obvious flirtation. If anything, he'd seemed... encouraging?

I thought about my wife, Sarah, back home in Weybridge. God, she would love this story. We'd been in the lifestyle for seven years now, and one of our rules was complete transparency. We told each other everything, shared all our experiences. Sometimes we'd watch videos of each other's encounters, using them to fuel our own passion. Sarah got off on hearing about my adventures with other women, and I loved hearing about her experiences with other men.

Would anything happen with Lin and Wei? Probably not. They were just being friendly, helping out a stranded foreigner. But still... there was something in the air, a certain electricity.

I dried off, dressed in fresh clothes—dark jeans and a fitted black shirt—and headed down to the lobby. I was a few minutes early, but Lin and Wei appeared almost immediately after, both also freshly showered and changed.

And , Lin had changed into an even more revealing outfit.

She wore a black micro miniskirt that barely covered her arse, paired with a tight red top that hugged every curve and displayed her cleavage prominently. Her legs seemed to go on forever, ending in a pair of strappy heels that made her nearly as tall as me. She'd touched up her makeup, adding a dark red lipstick that made her lips look absolutely kissable.

My cock stirred again, more insistently this time. I was definitely going to need to have a wank later, thinking about this woman.

"Ready?" she asked brightly, as if she wasn't dressed like every middle-aged man's fantasy.
"Absolutely," I managed.

---

The metro station was a short walk from the hotel, and soon we were descending into Shanghai's impressively modern underground system. The platform was busy with evening commuters, and when our train arrived, we squeezed into a relatively crowded carriage.

Lin ended up in the middle again, pressed between Wei and me as the train lurched into motion. With the crowd pushing us together, her body was flush against mine, her arse pressing against my hip, her breast soft against my arm. I could feel the heat of her through our clothes.

She didn't move away.

Neither did I.

"So, James," she said, tilting her head up to look at me. We were close enough that I could feel her breath on my neck. "Tell us about your family. Are you married?"

"I am, yes. Twenty-five years now."

"Twenty-five years!" Lin's eyes widened. "That's amazing. You must have married young."

"Young enough. We have three kids—all grown now, thank God. A son who's twenty-three, and two daughters, twenty-two and twenty-one."

"All at university?" Wei asked from Lin's other side.

"Yes, all three of them. So the house is empty these days. Just me and Sarah rattling around."

"Sarah—that's your wife?" Lin asked.

"That's right."

"Is she beautiful?"

The question was direct, almost bold. I smiled. "I think so, yes. She's forty-five, but she looks after herself. Keeps fit, dresses well. I'm a lucky man."

"I bet she is beautiful," Lin said softly. "You're a very handsome man, James. I imagine your wife and daughters are stunning."

There was something in the way she said it, a certain heat in her voice, that made my cock twitch. "My daughters take after their mother," I said. "They're both... well, they're very popular with the lads, let's put it that way. Have been since they were in sixth form."

"And your son?" Wei asked.

"Tall and handsome, like his old man," I said with a grin. "The girls have been chasing him since he was fifteen."

Lin laughed, a musical sound. "A family of beautiful people. How lovely."

The train swayed, and Lin's hand came to rest on my thigh, ostensibly to steady herself. But it stayed there, her fingers warm through the denim of my jeans.

Wei's hand was on her other thigh, I noticed. High up, almost under her skirt.

The train pulled into a station, and we disembarked, emerging into the neon-lit streets of Shanghai. The city was alive with energy—crowds of people, flashing signs in Chinese characters, the smell of street food wafting from nearby vendors. It was overwhelming and exhilarating.

We walked through the streets, Lin between us, and I noticed that she and Wei were holding hands. Every so often, they would stop and kiss—not chaste pecks, but proper, passionate kisses, their mouths open, tongues visible. And each time they did, Lin would look at me over Wei's shoulder, her eyes locked on mine.

It was incredibly erotic.

We took photos—touristy shots of the three of us in front of various landmarks, selfies with the Shanghai skyline in the background. Lin insisted on being in the middle of every photo, pressed between Wei and me, her arms around both our waists.

"You know," she said at one point, as we paused to look at a street performer, "I'm really glad we met you, James. You're fun."

"I'm glad we met too," I said honestly. "This is much better than spending the evening alone in my hotel room."

"Much better," she agreed, and her hand found mine, her fingers intertwining with my own.

Wei, walking on her other side, didn't react at all.

---

We found a restaurant down a side street, a local place that clearly didn't cater to tourists. The menu was entirely in Chinese, but Wei ordered for all of us, and soon the table was covered with an array of dishes—dumplings, noodles, spicy chicken, vegetables I couldn't identify but tasted incredible.

"This is fantastic," I said, genuinely impressed. "Thank you for bringing me here."

"Our pleasure," Wei said. "So, James, mergers and acquisitions—that must be interesting work."

"It has its moments. Lots of negotiation, lots of paperwork, lots of travel. But yes, I enjoy it."

"You must be quite wealthy," Lin said again, that same playful tone in her voice. "To be flying business class to Sydney, staying in nice hotels..."

I laughed. "I do alright, as I said. I'm comfortable. Not rich, exactly, but comfortable."

"What about you two?" I asked. "Wei, you said you're in property?"

"Yes, estate agency. I work for a firm in West London at the moment, but I'm hoping to start my own business in the next year or so. The market's good right now."

"And you, Lin?" I asked, genuinely curious. "You said hospitality?"

She smiled, that mischievous glint in her eye again. "I work as an escort," she said simply, as if she'd just told me she was a teacher or a nurse.

I nearly choked on my beer.

"A high-end escort," she clarified, still smiling. "Very exclusive clientele. Businessmen, mostly. Wealthy men who want company for the evening—dinner, conversation, and yes, sex."

I stared at her, genuinely taken aback. Not by what she did—I'd known a couple of women in the lifestyle who'd worked as escorts—but by how openly she'd said it. Most people would dance around it, use euphemisms. But Lin had just put it right out there.

"I... wow," I said. "That's very... honest of you."

"Why shouldn't I be honest?" she asked, tilting her head. "I love my job. I enjoy sex, I enjoy variety, and I make excellent money. What's to be ashamed of?"

"Nothing at all," I said quickly. "I'm just not used to people being so upfront about it."

"I love watching her work," Wei said casually, taking a sip of his beer. "Seeing her with other men—it's incredibly exciting."

I looked between them, understanding dawning. "So you're... you both enjoy..."

"We're very open," Lin said. "Wei loves watching me fuck other men. And I love being watched. It works for us."

"You should try her," Wei said with a wink. "She's incredible."

My cock, which had been at half-mast all evening, suddenly became fully erect. "I... that's very flattering, but—"

"Tonight," Lin interrupted, her eyes locked on mine. "Come to our room tonight. Normally I charge quite a lot, but for you, James, it's free. Because I really like you."

My mouth had gone dry. "I... are you serious?"

"Very serious," she said, and under the table, her foot ran up my calf. "Do you want to?"

Did I want to? Was she joking? This gorgeous woman, young enough to be my daughter, was offering herself to me, with her husband's blessing and encouragement?

"Yes," I heard myself say. "God, yes."

Lin's smile widened. "Good. I was hoping you'd say that."

---

The rest of dinner passed in a blur of anticipation. My cock remained stubbornly hard, pressing uncomfortably against my jeans, and I had to adjust myself several times under the table. Every time Lin moved, every time she laughed or touched my arm, I felt another surge of arousal.

We talked more—I told them about Sarah and me, about our seven years in the swinging lifestyle, about our regular couple friends and our occasional visits to clubs and parties.

"So your wife knows you have sex with other women?" Lin asked, fascinated. As she leaned forward, I caught another glimpse down her top—those perfect breasts, the dark nipples just visible through the thin fabric of her bra.

"Absolutely. We tell each other everything. We have rules—no emotions, no feelings, just physical pleasure. And we share everything with each other. Photos, videos, all the details." My mind was already racing ahead, imagining the photos I'd send Sarah tomorrow. Her face when she saw Lin's body. The way she'd touch herself whilst looking at them.

"Does she have sex with other men?" Wei asked.

"Oh yes. We both play, sometimes together, sometimes separately. As long as we're honest with each other, it works." I thought about Sarah with other men—the way she looked when she was being fucked, her face flushed, her tits bouncing. I was so hard it hurt.

"That's wonderful," Lin said. "I wish more couples were like that. So much jealousy and possessiveness in the world."

"Will you tell your wife about tonight?" Wei asked.

"Definitely. She'll love hearing about it. She'll probably want to see photos or video, if that's alright."

"More than alright," Wei said, and I noticed the bulge in his jeans had grown considerably. "I always record Lin with her clients. For our personal collection."

"Your wife sounds amazing," Lin said. "I'd love to meet her sometime."

"She'd love to meet you too," I said, and I meant it. Sarah would be absolutely thrilled by this whole situation. She'd probably want to join in, watch me fuck this gorgeous young woman, maybe even taste her pussy herself.

As we walked back to the metro station, Lin hung on my arm like a girlfriend, her body pressed against mine. I could feel the heat of her through our clothes, smell her perfume mixed with something else—arousal, perhaps. Wei walked on her other side, his hand on her arse, occasionally squeezing. I watched his fingers dig into her flesh through the thin fabric of her skirt and felt my cock throb.

"Tell us more about your family," Lin said as we waited for the train. "Your daughters—are they as open-minded as you and your wife?"

"I don't know, actually," I admitted. "We've never discussed it with them. They're adults now, living their own lives. They're both very popular with men, very confident and sexual, but we don't really talk about that sort of thing."

Even as I said it, unbidden images flashed through my mind—my daughters at the beach last summer, in their bikinis. Emma's curves, so much like her mother's. Sophie's long legs, her flat stomach. what was wrong with me? They were my daughters.

"You should," Lin said. "I bet they'd be interested. Young people today are much more open about sex."

"Maybe," I said, though the thought of discussing swinging with my daughters made me uncomfortable. They were my little girls, even if they were grown women now.

"Your son too," Wei added. "I bet he'd love the lifestyle. Young, handsome, fit—he'd be very popular at swinger parties."

"Perhaps," I said noncommittally. But my treacherous mind was already imagining Tom at a swinger party, watching him with other women. Would his cock be like mine? Would he fuck the way I did?

The train arrived, and once again Lin positioned herself between us. But this time, there was no pretense of propriety. Her hand went straight to my crotch, rubbing my erection through my jeans. I nearly groaned aloud at the contact. On her other side, Wei's hand disappeared under her skirt, and I could see his arm moving, his fingers clearly working between her legs.

"I can't wait to get you in our room," she whispered in my ear, her breath hot against my skin. "I'm going to suck your cock until you can't stand it anymore, and then I'm going to ride you until you fill me with cum."

I could feel precum leaking from my cock, dampening my boxers.

The train ride back to the hotel was the longest twenty minutes of my life. Lin's hand never left my crotch, stroking me through the denim, occasionally squeezing. I was terrified I'd cum right there on the train like a teenager.

---

We barely made it to the lift before we started kissing. Lin turned to me, grabbed my face with both hands, and pulled me down to her mouth. Her lips were soft and urgent, her tongue pushing into my mouth, tasting of the beer we'd drunk at dinner. I grabbed her arse, pulling her against me, feeling her grind against my erection. She was so small, so light—I could probably pick her up and fuck her against the wall if I wanted to.

Wei watched, a smile on his face, his own erection clearly visible in his jeans. He was stroking himself through the fabric, his eyes dark with arousal.

The lift doors opened on our floor, and we stumbled down the corridor, still kissing, hands roaming over each other's bodies. Wei walked ahead, unlocking their room door, and we tumbled inside.

The moment the door closed, we started tearing at each other's clothes. Lin pulled my shirt over my head whilst I fumbled with the button on her skirt. My hands were shaking—from excitement, from arousal, from the sheer unreality of the situation. Wei was already naked, and , he was impressive. His body was lean and muscular, clearly the result of hours in the gym. His cock stood proud from a neat patch of dark hair—not as long as mine, perhaps seven inches, but thick, with a pronounced head that was already glistening with precum.

"Is it alright if I record?" he asked, his phone in his hand. "For our collection?"

"Absolutely," I said, finally getting Lin's skirt undone. It fell to the floor, revealing a tiny black thong that barely covered anything. The fabric was already damp, I noticed—she was as aroused as I was.
"Good," Wei said, and the phone's camera light came on.

I pulled Lin's top off, revealing a matching black bra that pushed her breasts up and together. They were perfect—not large, perhaps a B-cup, but beautifully shaped, firm and high. She reached back and unhooked the bra, letting it fall away, and I just stared. Her breasts were exquisite—golden skin, perfectly proportioned, with small dark nipples that were already hard and pointing upward. I could see her chest rising and falling rapidly with her breathing.

I bent down and took one nipple in my mouth, sucking hard, and she gasped. Her skin tasted slightly salty, and I could feel her nipple hardening even more against my tongue. My hands went to her arse, squeezing the firm flesh, and then I hooked my thumbs in her thong and pulled it down.

She stepped out of it, now completely naked except for her heels, and I took a moment to just look at her. She was stunning—all smooth golden skin, toned muscles, perfect proportions. Her stomach was flat, her hips flared just enough to be feminine. And her pussy— her pussy was perfect. Completely bare, waxed smooth, the outer lips neat and tight. But she was aroused—I could see her inner lips peeking out, glistening with moisture, swollen and dark pink. Her clit was visible, a small bud at the top of her slit.

"Your turn," she said, and quickly undid my jeans, pushing them down along with my boxers. My cock sprang free, hard and throbbing, and she wrapped her small hand around it, stroking slowly. Her fingers couldn't quite meet around my girth.

"Mmm, nice and big," she purred, looking up at me with those dark eyes. "I'm going to enjoy this."

I kicked off my jeans and shoes, and then I picked her up—she was lighter than I expected, couldn't have weighed more than eight stone—and carried her to the bed. I tossed her down, and she landed with a laugh, spreading her legs invitingly. Her pussy opened slightly with the movement, and I could see how wet she was—her inner lips were slick and shining, and there was moisture on her inner thighs.

I didn't need a second invitation.

I knelt between her legs and dove straight for her pussy, my tongue finding her clit immediately. She gasped and arched her back, her hands going to my head, holding me in place. I licked and sucked, tasting her—sweet and musky and absolutely delicious, with a slight tang that made my cock throb. My tongue explored every fold, every crevice, occasionally dipping inside her to taste her wetness. She was so wet, so ready, her juices coating my chin and lips.

"Oh fuck, yes," she moaned. "Just like that, James. Don't stop."

I had no intention of stopping. I worked her clit with my tongue, occasionally sucking it into my mouth, whilst my fingers found her entrance and pushed inside. She was tight—incredibly tight—and hot, her muscles clenching around my fingers. I could feel her wetness coating my hand, dripping down my wrist.

From the corner of my eye, I could see Wei in the chair, his phone pointed at us, his other hand slowly stroking his cock. He was fully hard now, his cock standing straight up, and I could see precum leaking from the tip.

I added a second finger, then a third, fucking her with my hand whilst my mouth worked her clit. Her moans grew louder, her hips bucking against my face, and I could feel her getting close. Her pussy was clenching rhythmically around my fingers, and her clit was swollen and hard against my tongue.

"I'm going to cum," she gasped. "Oh fuck, I'm going to cum!"

I doubled my efforts, my tongue flicking rapidly over her clit, my fingers curling inside her to hit that spot that made her scream. And then she was there, her whole body tensing, her pussy clamping down on my fingers so hard it almost hurt, her thighs squeezing my head as she came with a long, loud moan. I could feel her pussy pulsing, could taste the flood of her juices as she came, coating my tongue and lips.

I didn't stop, licking her through her orgasm, tasting every drop, until finally she pushed my head away, too sensitive to continue.

"Holy fuck," she panted, her chest heaving, her breasts rising and falling rapidly. "That was incredible."
I crawled up her body, and she pulled me into a kiss, tasting herself on my lips. Her hand found my cock again, stroking it, and then she whispered in my ear, "Does my pussy taste like your daughters' pussies? Or like your wife's?"

I froze, shocked by the question. But my cock, traitorously, got even harder in her hand, throbbing visibly.

She felt it and smiled, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "You like that idea, don't you? Thinking about your daughters' pussies?"

"I... I've never..." I stammered, but even as I said it, I knew it was a lie. I had thought about it, in those dark moments late at night when my defenses were down. Wondered what they looked like naked, what they tasted like, how they'd feel.

"Never seen them naked? Never thought about what they look like, what they taste like?" Her hand was still stroking me, her thumb rubbing over the head of my cock, spreading the precum that was leaking steadily now. "I bet they're beautiful, just like their mother. I bet they have tight, sweet pussies that would feel amazing around your cock. Do they look like their mum? Do they have her tits, her arse?"
"Lin..." I groaned, but I couldn't deny the effect her words were having on me. My cock was harder than it had been in years, throbbing in her hand.

"You should fuck them," she whispered, her lips brushing my ear. "Both of them. I bet they'd love it. I bet they've thought about it too, wondered what their handsome daddy's cock looks like, how it would feel inside them. Have you seen them looking at you? Noticed the way they dress around you?"
That did it. I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed her hips, positioned myself at her entrance, and thrust inside her in one smooth motion.

She cried out, her back arching, her nails digging into my shoulders hard enough to leave marks. "Yes! Fuck me, James! Fuck me like you want to fuck your daughters!"

I pounded into her, all restraint gone, driven by a primal need I didn't fully understand. She was so tight, so wet, her pussy gripping my cock like a vice. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through me, and I could feel my orgasm building embarrassingly quickly. I could hear the wet sounds of our fucking, could feel her juices coating my cock and balls.

"Fill me up," she moaned, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me deeper. "Cum inside me, James. Breed me like you want to breed your daughters."

"I'm going to," I grunted, my rhythm becoming erratic. I could feel my balls tightening, the pressure building at the base of my spine.

"Fill her up," Wei said from his chair, his voice thick with arousal. I glanced over and saw him stroking his cock faster, his eyes fixed on where my cock was disappearing into his wife's pussy. "She's ovulating right now. Breed her. Put a baby in her."

That pushed me over the edge. The thought of cumming inside this gorgeous young woman, of potentially getting her pregnant, was too much. I thrust deep one last time and exploded, my cock pulsing as I emptied myself inside her, rope after rope of cum filling her pussy. I could feel it, hot and thick, coating her insides.

"Yes!" she cried, her own orgasm triggered by mine, her pussy milking every last drop from me, clenching and releasing rhythmically.

I collapsed on top of her, both of us panting, sweaty, completely spent. My cock was still inside her, still semi-hard, and I could feel our combined fluids leaking out around it, dripping down onto the sheets.
"That was fucking incredible," I managed.

"Mmm, it was," she agreed, running her fingers through my hair. "But we're not done yet. The night is young, and I want that cock in every hole before morning."

---

She wasn't kidding.

Over the next several hours, we fucked in every position imaginable. After I'd recovered—which took about twenty minutes and involved Lin sucking my cock back to hardness whilst Wei fucked her from behind—she rode me cowgirl style. I lay on my back and watched as she straddled me, reaching down to guide my cock to her entrance. She was still full of my cum from before, and I could feel it coating my cock as she sank down onto me.

"Oh fuck," she moaned, her head falling back as she took me all the way inside. "You're so big, James. You fill me up completely."

She started to move, grinding her clit against my pubic bone, and I watched in fascination as her tits bounced with each movement. Her nipples were hard, dark points, and I reached up to pinch them, making her gasp. I could see my cock disappearing into her pussy, could see the mixture of our fluids coating my shaft, dripping down onto my balls.

Wei was beside us now, filming from different angles, his cock hard again. "That's it, baby," he encouraged. "Ride his cock. Show him how good you are."

Lin leaned forward, changing the angle, and I could feel her pussy clenching around me. "Touch yourself," I told Wei. "Wank whilst you watch me fuck your wife."

He didn't need to be told twice. His hand wrapped around his cock, stroking in time with Lin's movements.

I grabbed Lin's hips and started thrusting up into her, meeting her downward movements, and she cried out. "Yes! Fuck me harder! Make me cum on your cock!"

I could feel another orgasm building, but I was determined to make her cum first. I reached between us and found her clit, rubbing it in circles whilst I fucked her, and within moments she was there, her pussy clamping down on my cock as she came, her whole body shaking.

"Don't stop," she gasped. "Keep fucking me. I want your cum again."

I kept thrusting, and soon I was there too, cumming inside her for the second time, adding to the mess already inside her. When I finished, she climbed off me, and I could see my cum leaking out of her pussy, thick and white against her golden skin.

"Clean her up," Wei said, and I realized he was talking to me.

I looked at Lin's pussy, at my cum dripping out of her, and felt a surge of arousal despite having just cum. I'd never done this before—never tasted my own cum. But something about the situation, about Wei watching, about Lin's expectant expression, made me want to do it.

I moved between her legs and started licking, tasting the mixture of her juices and my cum. It was strange—salty and slightly bitter—but not unpleasant. Lin moaned as my tongue worked over her sensitive flesh, licking up every drop.

"That's so hot," Wei said, and I looked up to see him wanking faster, his cock red and swollen.

After I'd cleaned Lin's pussy, we rearranged. This time, I took her from behind, doggy style. She got on her hands and knees, and I positioned myself behind her, admiring the view. Her arse was perfect—firm and round, with smooth golden skin. Her pussy was swollen and red from our previous fucking, glistening with moisture.

I pushed inside her, and she pushed back against me, taking me deep. Wei moved to film from the side, capturing the moment my cock disappeared into his wife's pussy. I could see it on his phone screen—my thick cock stretching her tight pussy, her lips gripping my shaft.

I fucked her hard, my hands gripping her hips, pulling her back onto me with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, along with Lin's moans and my grunts.

"Fuck her arse," Wei said suddenly. "She loves it in the arse."

Lin looked back at me over her shoulder, her eyes dark with lust. "Do you want to fuck my arse, James? I want to feel your big cock in there."

I'd never been so turned on in my life. I pulled out of her pussy and positioned my cock at her arsehole. It was tight, puckered, and I could see it clenching. I pushed forward slowly, feeling the resistance, and then suddenly the head of my cock popped inside.

"Oh fuck," Lin gasped, her hands gripping the sheets. "Go slow. You're so big."

I pushed in gradually, inch by inch, until I was fully seated inside her arse. It was incredibly tight, even tighter than her pussy, and hot. I could feel her muscles clenching around me, could see her arsehole stretched around my cock.

"Move," she said. "Fuck my arse, James."

I started to thrust, slowly at first, then faster as she relaxed. It was incredible—the tightness, the heat, the visual of my cock disappearing into her arse. Wei was filming it all, his own cock in his hand, stroking faster.

"I'm going to cum," Wei said suddenly, and then he was there, his cock erupting, cum shooting out in thick ropes. Some of it landed on Lin's back, some on the sheets, and I watched in fascination as he milked every last drop from his cock.

The sight pushed me over the edge. I thrust deep into Lin's arse one last time and came, filling her with my cum. I could feel it pulsing out of me, coating her insides, and when I finally pulled out, I could see my cum leaking from her gaping arsehole.

We collapsed on the bed, all three of us completely spent. But we weren't done yet.

After another recovery period—during which Lin sucked both our cocks, taking turns, her mouth moving from one to the other—Wei and I took her together. I lay on my back, and Lin straddled me, sinking down onto my cock. Then Wei positioned himself behind her, his cock pressing against her arsehole.
"Ready, baby?" he asked.

"Yes," she gasped. "Fill me up. Both of you."

Wei pushed inside her arse, and I could feel him through the thin wall of tissue separating us. It was the most incredible sensation—her pussy clenching around my cock, Wei's cock moving in her arse, all of us connected.

We found a rhythm, thrusting in alternation, and Lin was moaning constantly, her head thrown back, her body shaking. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," she chanted. "I'm so full. You're both so deep inside me."

We fucked her like that for what felt like hours, though it was probably only twenty minutes. When we finally came—Wei first, then me moments later—Lin came too, her whole body convulsing, her pussy and arse clenching around us.

We talked throughout, the conversation getting filthier as the night went on. Lin kept bringing up my family, asking about my wife, my daughters, my son. She'd say things like, "I bet your wife would love watching you fuck your daughters," or "Your son's cock is probably just like yours—big and hard and perfect for fucking. I want both of you inside me at the same time, father and son, filling me up with your cum."

And God help me, it turned me on. Every time she mentioned my family in a sexual context, my cock would throb, and she'd feel it and smile knowingly.

"You want it, don't you?" she whispered at one point, as I fucked her slowly, both of us on our sides, my cock sliding in and out of her pussy whilst Wei recovered in the chair. "You want to fuck your daughters. You want to watch your son fuck your wife. You want your whole family in the lifestyle."

"I... I don't know," I admitted, my voice hoarse. "I've never thought about it before." But that was a lie. I had thought about it, in those dark moments I didn't want to acknowledge. Wondered what Emma looked like naked, whether Sophie's pussy was as tight as I imagined.

"You're thinking about it now," she said, and she was right. I was imagining Emma on her knees, my cock in her mouth. Sophie riding me, her tits bouncing. Sarah watching, touching herself.

"They're adults," Wei said from where he was recovering in the chair. "All three of them. If they're interested, why not? It's just bodies, just pleasure. Why should family be different?"

"I don't even know if they'd be interested," I said, thrusting deeper into Lin, making her gasp. Her pussy clenched around my cock, hot and slick, and I could feel her wetness coating my shaft, dripping down onto my balls.

"Only one way to find out," Lin said, her internal muscles gripping me rhythmically. "Ask them. Or better yet, show them. Let them see how much fun you and your wife have. I bet they'd be curious. Young people are so much more open now. And if they're anything like you and your wife, they're probably already exploring."

I didn't respond, too focused on the feeling of her pussy around my cock, but the seed had been planted. I was imagining it now—my family, all of us together, exploring, pleasuring each other. Emma's blonde hair spread across my pillow as I kissed down her body. Sophie's full breasts in my hands, her nipples hardening under my touch. Tom's confident grin as he watched Sarah ride him. It was wrong, I knew it was wrong, but , it was arousing. My cock throbbed inside Lin, and she felt it, smiling knowingly.

Eventually, exhausted and completely drained, I fell asleep with my cock in Lin's mouth and Wei's cock in her arse, all three of us tangled together on the bed. My last conscious thought was of my daughters—wondering what they looked like naked, what sounds they made when they came—and I felt a mixture of shame and arousal that I couldn't quite shake.

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I woke to the sensation of a warm, wet mouth on my cock. I opened my eyes to find Lin between my legs, her head bobbing as she sucked me, her eyes locked on mine. The morning light was streaming through the window, and I could see her clearly—her lips stretched around my cock, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked, saliva dripping down my shaft.

"Good morning," she said, releasing my cock with a wet pop. A string of saliva connected her lips to my cock head, and she licked it away. "I hope you don't mind. I woke up horny."

"I definitely don't mind," I said, my voice rough with sleep. My cock was already fully hard, standing straight up from my groin.

Wei was awake too, I realized, kneeling behind Lin. As I watched, he positioned his cock at her pussy and thrust inside, making her moan around my cock. The vibration sent pleasure shooting through me.
"Fuck, that's good," Wei groaned, his hands gripping Lin's hips. "She's still full of your cum from last night. I can feel it."

Lin took me deeper, her throat opening, and I felt the head of my cock hit the back of her throat. She gagged slightly but didn't pull back, instead pushing forward, taking me into her throat. I could see her throat bulging with my cock, could feel the tight heat of it.

"God," I gasped, my hands going to her head, holding her in place. She stayed there for a moment, her nose pressed against my pubic bone, my entire cock buried in her throat, and then she pulled back, gasping for air, saliva dripping from her chin.

"Fuck my face," she said, her voice hoarse. "Use my throat."

I didn't need to be told twice. I grabbed her head with both hands and started thrusting up into her mouth, fucking her face whilst Wei fucked her pussy from behind. She gagged and choked, saliva and precum dripping down her chin, coating her tits, but she didn't pull away. Her eyes were watering, mascara running down her cheeks, and she looked absolutely debauched.

"That's it," Wei encouraged, his thrusts becoming harder. "Take his cock. Take it all."

I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening. "I'm going to cum," I warned.

"Cum in her mouth," Wei said. "Fill her up."

I thrust deep one last time and came, my cock pulsing as I emptied myself down her throat. She swallowed frantically, trying to take it all, but there was too much. Cum leaked out around my cock, dripping down her chin, coating her lips.

When I finally pulled out, she opened her mouth to show me—it was full of my cum, white and thick on her tongue. Then she swallowed, showing me her empty mouth afterwards.

"Good girl," Wei said, and then he was cumming too, filling her pussy with his cum.

We fucked like that for a while longer, Lin being spit-roasted between us, until we all came again—me down her throat, Wei inside her pussy. By the time we finished, Lin's face was covered in cum and saliva, her hair was a mess, and she looked thoroughly used. And she was smiling.

Then we showered together, the three of us squeezed into the small bathroom. The shower was barely big enough for two people, let alone three, and we were pressed together, hands roaming over soapy skin, kissing and touching.

Lin knelt in the shower, water cascading over her, and sucked both our cocks, taking turns, her hands stroking what her mouth couldn't reach. Wei and I stood side by side, watching her work, occasionally kissing each other's wives—or in this case, his wife.

Then I fucked her again, Lin pressed against the tiles whilst I took her from behind, the water cascading over us. Her tits were pressed against the cold tiles, her arse pushed out, and I could see my cock disappearing into her pussy with each thrust. The water made everything slippery, made the sensations more intense.

"Harder," she begged. "Fuck me harder, James."

I obliged, pounding into her, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. When I came, I pulled out and came on her arse, watching my cum coat her golden skin before the water washed it away.

Finally, reluctantly, we got dressed. We had flights to catch, lives to return to. My cock was sore, my balls were empty, and I was exhausted, but I'd never felt better.

As we packed up our things, Lin said, "I meant what I said last night, James. I'd love to see you again in London."

"I'd like that too," I said honestly. My mind was already racing ahead, imagining introducing her to Sarah, to our swinger friends.

"I want to meet your son," she said with a wicked smile, pulling on her tiny shorts. "I want both of you to fuck me at the same time. Father and son, filling me up. I want to feel your cocks rubbing together inside me, want to taste both your cum mixed together."

My cock stirred again, despite having cum at least six times in the past twelve hours. The image she was painting—Tom and me, both inside her, our cocks touching—was incredibly arousing and deeply wrong at the same time.

"And I want to meet your wife and daughters," Wei said, pulling on his jeans. "I want to fuck them, get them ready for you. I want to watch you lick your daughters' pussies, taste my cum inside them. I want to see you fuck them, see them take your cock, hear them call you daddy whilst you're inside them."
"Jesus," I muttered, but I was rock hard again. The images were flooding my mind now—Emma on her back, legs spread, Wei's cum leaking from her pussy whilst I licked her clean. Sophie riding me, her tits bouncing, calling out "Daddy, daddy, daddy" as she came.

Lin noticed and laughed, reaching out to squeeze my cock through my jeans. "You love that idea, don't you? Admit it."

"I... yes," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "God help me, but yes."

"Then make it happen," she said simply, her hand still on my cock. "Talk to your family. See if they're interested. And then call us. I want to watch you fuck your daughters, James. I want to see you cum inside them, the same way you came inside me. I want to taste their pussies after you've filled them with cum. Will you do that for me?"

"I'll... I'll try," I said, my voice hoarse. I knew it was wrong, knew I shouldn't be thinking these things, but I couldn't help it. The images were there now, planted in my mind, and I knew they wouldn't go away.

We exchanged phone numbers, promising to stay in touch. Lin insisted on taking a few more photos—selfies of the three of us, looking thoroughly fucked and happy. There was one of Lin with both our cocks in her mouth, one of her covered in our cum, one of me between her legs, my face glistening with her juices.

"For your wife," she said with a wink, sending them to my phone. "So she knows what you've been up to. I bet she'll love them. I bet she'll touch herself looking at them, imagining it was her."

And then it was time to go. We rode the shuttle bus back to the airport together, said our goodbyes at the terminal, and went our separate ways—them to Nanjing, me to Sydney.

As I sat in the departure lounge, waiting for my flight to board, I pulled out my phone and looked at the photos Lin had sent me. There we were, the three of us, naked and sweaty and grinning. There was Lin, my cock in her mouth, looking up at the camera with those dark eyes. There was me, between her legs, my face glistening with her juices. There was one of her face, covered in cum—mine and Wei's mixed together, dripping down her chin, coating her lips.

I opened a message to Sarah and attached the photos.

Had an interesting layover in Shanghai, I typed. Wait till you hear about this. Call you when I land in Sydney. Love you. x

I hit send and leaned back in my seat, a smile on my face. My cock was still tender, my body was exhausted, but I felt alive in a way I hadn't in years.

Twenty-two hours in Shanghai. Best layover of my life.

And if Lin and Wei had their way, it was just the beginning.

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James fucking Lin, as Lin's husband Wei looks on, wanking his cock.

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Coming Home

The flight from Sydney back to London felt interminable. Thirty-odd hours of travel, even in business class, left me knackered and desperate for my own bed. But more than that, I was desperate to see Sarah.

We'd spoken on the phone twice during my week in Sydney—once right after I'd landed, when I'd given her the broad strokes of the Shanghai encounter, and once midway through the week when she'd demanded more details. Both conversations had ended with phone sex, Sarah touching herself as I described Lin's body, Wei's enthusiasm, the things we'd done in that hotel room.

"I want to meet them," she'd said breathlessly, right before she came. "James, I really want to meet them."

"I know, love. I know."

Now, finally pulling into our drive in Weybridge at half past seven on a Friday evening, I felt a mixture of exhaustion and anticipation. The house was lit up, warm and welcoming, and I could see Sarah's silhouette moving past the kitchen window.

I grabbed my luggage and let myself in through the front door.

"James!" Sarah appeared in the hallway, and Christ, she looked gorgeous. She was wearing a silk dressing gown that clung to her curves, her blonde hair loose around her shoulders, her face lit up with genuine pleasure at seeing me. At forty-five, she could still stop traffic—regular yoga and Pilates kept her body toned, and she had that natural elegance that only improved with age.

"Hello, beautiful," I said, dropping my bags and pulling her into my arms. She smelled of her favourite perfume, something expensive and floral, and underneath that, the familiar scent of her skin.

We kissed, properly, her tongue sliding against mine, her body pressed against me. When we finally broke apart, she was grinning.

"Upstairs," she said. "Now. I want to see everything."

I didn't need telling twice.

In our bedroom, I pulled out my phone whilst Sarah settled onto the bed, tucking her legs underneath her. The dressing gown had fallen open slightly, revealing the lacy black bra she wore underneath. No knickers, I noticed. She'd been waiting for me.

"Right," I said, sitting beside her. "So. Shanghai."

"Show me the photos first," she said, her eyes bright with excitement.

I opened the album Lin had sent me and handed Sarah the phone. She scrolled through slowly, her breath catching at certain images. There was Lin, naked and spread-eagled on the bed, my face between her thighs. There was me, fucking her from behind whilst Wei filmed. There was a video—Sarah pressed play and we both watched as Lin rode me, her small breasts bouncing, her head thrown back in pleasure.

"Fuck, James," Sarah breathed. "She's stunning."

"She is," I agreed. "And she wants to meet you. Both of them do."

Sarah looked up at me, her pupils dilated. "Tell me everything. From the beginning."

So I did. I told her about the language barrier at the airport, about Lin and Wei stepping in to help, about dinner and the metro ride and Lin's casual revelation that she was an escort. I told her about the proposition, about going back to their hotel room, about the things we'd done.

"She kept talking about you," I said. "About our family. She asked if her pussy tasted like yours, like the girls'."

Sarah's hand had drifted between her legs, touching herself through the silk. "What did you say?"

"I told her I'd never tasted the girls. And she said I should."

"Fuck," Sarah whispered.

"Wei said he wanted to fuck you. Wanted to fuck the girls, get them ready for me to lick."

Sarah's fingers moved faster. "And that turned you on?"

"God, yes. I came so hard, Sarah. Thinking about it, about all of us together."

"I want that," Sarah said, her voice thick. "James, I really want that."

I took the phone from her and pulled up my message thread with Lin. "She's been texting me all week. Look."

Sarah read through the messages, her eyes widening. Lin had been explicit—talking about what she wanted to do to Sarah, to our children, to all of us together. There were photos too—Lin in lingerie, Lin touching herself, Lin with Wei's cock in her mouth.

"They live in Ealing," I said. "Just a few miles away. They want to come over. Meet everyone."

Sarah looked at me, her hand still between her legs. "Everyone? You mean..."

"Tom, Emma, and Sophie. Yes."

Our children. All adults now, all living their own lives, but still our babies in so many ways. The thought of involving them in this was both terrifying and incredibly arousing.

"Do you think they'd be interested?" Sarah asked quietly.

"I don't know. But there's only one way to find out."

Sarah bit her lip, thinking. Then she smiled, that wicked smile I'd fallen in love with twenty-five years ago. "Let's ask them."

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Family Meeting

We arranged it for Sunday lunch. Tom was home from uni for the weekend anyway, and we asked Emma and Sophie to come over, saying we wanted to discuss something important. They'd both looked curious but hadn't pressed for details.

Now, sitting around our dining table with the remains of a roast chicken between us, I felt absurdly nervous. How did one bring this up with one's children?

Sarah, bless her, took the lead.

"Right," she said, pouring herself another glass of wine. "Your father and I want to talk to you about something. It's a bit... unusual."

Tom, our eldest at twenty-three, raised an eyebrow. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with my dark hair and Sarah's blue eyes. Handsome lad, and he knew it. "This sounds ominous."

"Not ominous," I said. "Just... different."

Emma, twenty-two, exchanged a glance with her younger sister Sophie. Both girls were stunning—they'd inherited Sarah's blonde hair and delicate features, combined with my height. Emma was slightly taller, with a more athletic build from her netball playing, whilst Sophie was curvier, with the kind of figure that had boys falling over themselves.

"Is this about the lifestyle?" Sophie asked bluntly.

I blinked. "You know about that?"

"Dad, please," Emma said with a laugh. "We've known for years. You're not exactly subtle."

"We found Mum's profile on Fabswingers when I was nineteen," Tom added. "Recognised her from the photos, even though you'd cropped out her face."

Sarah and I looked at each other, stunned. "And you never said anything?"

"Why would we?" Sophie shrugged. "You're adults. What you do is your business."

"Besides," Emma said with a grin, "we're hardly in a position to judge."

Now it was my turn to be surprised. "What do you mean?"

Tom laughed. "Dad, come on. Where do you think we learned it from? We've all been in the lifestyle for a couple of years now."

I sat back in my chair, genuinely shocked. My children. My babies. Swingers.

"All three of you?" Sarah asked faintly.

"All three of us," Sophie confirmed. "Tom got into it first, through some mates at uni. Then he told us about it, and Emma and I got curious."

"We go to parties sometimes," Emma said. "Clubs. It's fun. We're careful, we're safe, and we enjoy it."

"Bloody hell," I muttered.

"So," Tom said, leaning forward. "What did you want to talk to us about? Something to do with the lifestyle, obviously."

I took a deep breath. "Right. So, I met a couple in Shanghai. Lin and Wei. They're in their late twenties, live in Ealing, and they're... very interested in meeting all of us."

"All of us?" Sophie's eyes widened. "You mean..."

"I mean all of us," I confirmed. "They want to come over, meet the family, and... well. See what happens."

There was a moment of silence. Then Emma started laughing.

"Oh my God," she said. "Dad. Are you seriously suggesting a family orgy?"

"I'm not suggesting anything," I said quickly. "They suggested it. And your mother and I thought... well, we thought we'd see if you were interested."

"Show them the photos," Sarah said.

I pulled out my phone and passed it to Tom. He scrolled through, his eyebrows rising, then handed it to his sisters. They looked through together, whispering to each other.

"She's fit," Sophie said appreciatively. "Look at her body. And those tits are perfect."

"He's gorgeous," Emma added. "Look at his body. Christ, I'd love to ride that."

"So?" Sarah asked. "What do you think?"

Tom looked at his sisters, some unspoken communication passing between them. Then he grinned. "I think it sounds brilliant."

"Really?" I asked.

"Really," Emma confirmed. "I mean, it's a bit weird, obviously. But we're all adults, we're all in the lifestyle anyway, and honestly? It sounds hot."

"I want to fuck Wei," Sophie said bluntly. "Look at him. He's stunning. I want to feel that cock inside me."

"I want Lin to sit on my face," Tom said, and I felt a strange mixture of pride and arousal at my son's confidence. "I want to taste her pussy whilst Dad fucks her."

My cock stirred at the image. Tom and me, both pleasuring Lin. Father and son.

"When are they coming?" Emma asked, her eyes bright with excitement.

"We haven't arranged it yet," Sarah said. "We wanted to check with you first."

"Arrange it," Sophie said firmly. "Soon. I'm free next weekend."

"Me too," Tom said.

"I can do next weekend," Emma confirmed.

I looked at Sarah. She was grinning, her eyes bright with excitement and arousal. I could see her nipples hardening through her top. "Next weekend it is, then."

"What should we expect?" Emma asked. "I mean, how does this work?"

"However we want it to," Sarah said. "There are no rules except consent and honesty. If anyone's uncomfortable at any point, we stop."

"But the idea is that we all... participate?" Sophie asked, her cheeks flushing slightly.

"If everyone's comfortable with it, yes," I said. My mind was racing with images—Sophie's curves, Emma's long legs, both of them naked, both of them being pleasured.

"I'm comfortable with it," Tom said. "More than comfortable. I think it'll be incredible."

"Me too," Emma said. "I've never done anything like this before, but I want to."

"Same," Sophie agreed. "It's taboo, obviously, but we're all adults. And honestly? The thought of it is making me wet."

Sarah laughed. "Good. That's exactly how you should feel."

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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.

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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."

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James fucking Lin, as Wei (Lin's husband) fucks Sarah (James's wife)



Lin sucking James's cock



Tom (James and Sarah's son) fucking Lin



Wei fucking Sarah



James fucking his daughters Emma (22 years) and Sophie (21 years)



Sarah being fucked by Wei



James fucking his daughter Sophie (21 years old)

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Upstairs

We moved to the master bedroom, all seven of us. It was a large room, dominated by our king-size bed, with plenty of space to move around. Sarah had changed the sheets that morning, putting on our best Egyptian cotton in a deep burgundy. The lighting was soft, romantic, and music played quietly from the speakers.

For a moment, we all just stood there, looking at each other, the reality of what was about to happen settling over us. Then Lin stepped forward and kissed me, her tongue sliding into my mouth, her body pressing against mine. I heard movement around us—other people kissing, clothes rustling.

When Lin and I broke apart, I saw Wei kissing Sarah, his hands on her arse, pulling her against him. Tom was kissing Emma, his hands in her hair, whilst Sophie watched, her hand already between her legs, rubbing herself through her dress.

"Come here," Lin said to Tom, and my son moved to her other side. She kissed him too, deeply, her hand going to his crotch. "Mmm, just like your father. Big and hard."

I felt a surge of pride mixed with arousal. My son, confident and sexual, about to pleasure this gorgeous woman alongside me.

I started undressing Lin, pulling her dress over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her small, perfect breasts were revealed, nipples already hard and pointing upward. Her skin was golden and smooth, and I bent down to take one nipple in my mouth, sucking hard. She gasped, her hand going to my head, holding me in place.

Tom helped me with her knickers, sliding them down her long legs. She stepped out of them, now completely naked except for her heels, and I took a moment to just look at her. She was stunning—all smooth golden skin, toned muscles, perfect proportions. Her pussy was completely bare, waxed smooth, the outer lips neat and tight. But she was aroused—I could see her inner lips peeking out, glistening with moisture, swollen and dark pink.

Around us, everyone else was undressing too. Sarah's dress hit the floor, revealing the expensive lingerie she'd bought—sheer black lace that barely covered her nipples, matching knickers that were so small they were almost pointless. Wei was already shirtless, his muscular torso on display, and I watched as he unhooked Sarah's bra, freeing her breasts. They were full and firm, her nipples hard and pink, and Wei bent down to suck one into his mouth.

Emma and Sophie were helping each other with zips and clasps, giggling nervously. Emma's dress came off first, revealing a simple white bra and knickers set that somehow made her look even sexier. Her body was athletic and toned—flat stomach, long legs, small but perfectly shaped breasts. Sophie's dress was next, and underneath she wore red lace that emphasized her curves. Her breasts were full and heavy, spilling out of the bra, her nipples visible through the lace.

Tom was undressing too, pulling off his shirt to reveal a muscular chest and flat stomach. He was in good shape, clearly spent time in the gym, and I felt another surge of pride. When he pulled off his jeans and boxers, his cock sprang free—hard and thick, about the same size as mine, maybe seven and a half inches. He was circumcised, like me, and I could see precum glistening on the head.

Soon we were all naked, seven bodies in various states of arousal. I took a moment to look at my family—really look at them.

Sarah, still stunning at forty-five, her body toned and beautiful. Her breasts were full, her nipples hard, her stomach flat. Her pussy was neatly trimmed, the blonde hair soft and inviting. She was looking at Wei with undisguised desire, her hand already moving between her legs.

Tom, tall and muscular like me, his cock hard and ready. He was looking at Lin with hunger in his eyes, and I felt a strange mixture of pride and arousal. My son, about to fuck the same woman I'd fucked in Shanghai.

Emma, athletic and toned, her body beautiful in its simplicity. Her breasts were small but perfectly shaped, her nipples pink and hard. Her pussy was waxed completely bare, and I could see moisture glistening on her inner thighs. She was my daughter, my little girl, and the thought of what was about to happen was both terrifying and incredibly arousing.

Sophie, curvy and voluptuous, her body a study in feminine beauty. Her breasts were full and heavy, her nipples dark pink and hard. Her pussy was trimmed into a neat strip, and I could see how wet she was, her inner lips swollen and glistening. She was looking at Wei with undisguised lust, and I felt a surge of something—jealousy? Pride? Arousal?

"James," Lin said, pulling my attention back to her. "I want you and Tom. Both of you. Now."

She lay back on the bed, spreading her legs. Her pussy opened slightly with the movement, and I could see how wet she was—her inner lips were slick and shining, her clit visible and swollen. Tom looked at me, a question in his eyes.

"Go on," I said, my voice rough. "Ladies first."

Tom knelt between Lin's legs and started licking her pussy. I watched, fascinated, as my son's tongue worked over Lin's clit, as he pushed his fingers inside her. Lin moaned, her back arching, her hands going to his head, holding him in place.

"Oh fuck," she gasped. "Tom, yes. Just like that."

I moved to her side, and she turned her head, taking my cock into her mouth. Fuck, it felt good. Her mouth was hot and wet, her tongue swirling around the head of my cock whilst my son ate her pussy. I looked down and watched as she sucked me, her lips stretched around my girth, saliva dripping down my shaft.

I looked over and saw Wei on the bed with Sarah, his face between her legs. My wife's head was thrown back, her mouth open in pleasure, her hands gripping the sheets. Emma and Sophie were watching, both touching themselves, their fingers working between their legs.

"Come here, girls," Wei said, lifting his head from Sarah's pussy. His chin was glistening with her juices. "Join us."

Emma and Sophie moved to the bed. Sophie straddled Sarah's face, and my wife immediately started licking her daughter's pussy. I watched, my cock throbbing in Lin's mouth, as Sarah's tongue worked over Sophie's clit, as Sophie moaned and ground down against her mother's face.

Emma positioned herself so Wei could eat her whilst he fingered Sarah. I watched as Wei's tongue worked over my daughter's pussy, as Emma gasped and moaned, her hands going to her breasts, pinching her nipples.

The room filled with moans and gasps. Lin released my cock from her mouth and cried out, "I'm cumming! Tom, don't stop!"

My son kept licking, and Lin came hard, her body shaking, her pussy clenching around Tom's fingers. When she'd recovered, she pulled Tom up and kissed him, tasting herself on his lips.

"Now I want both of you inside me," she said, her voice hoarse. "James, lie down."

I lay on my back, and Lin straddled me, reaching down to guide my cock to her entrance. She was so wet, so hot, and I groaned as she sank down onto me, taking me all the way inside. Her pussy was tight, gripping my cock, and I could feel her wetness coating my shaft.

"Oh fuck," she moaned, her head falling back. "You're so big, James. You fill me up completely."

She started to move, grinding her clit against my pubic bone, and I watched as her small breasts bounced with each movement. Then she leaned forward, changing the angle, presenting her arse to Tom.

"Fuck my arse," she told him, looking back over her shoulder. "I want both of you. Father and son, filling me up."

Tom looked at me again, and I nodded. He positioned himself behind Lin, and I felt him press his cock against her arsehole. Slowly, carefully, he pushed inside, and I felt him through the thin wall separating us.

"Oh God," Lin gasped. "Yes. Both of you. You're both so deep inside me."

We found a rhythm, Tom and I, fucking Lin together. It was intense and intimate and incredibly erotic. I could feel Tom's cock moving in her arse, could feel Lin's pussy clenching around me. Our balls were touching with each thrust, and the sensation was strange but arousing.

On the bed beside us, Wei was now fucking Sarah whilst Emma sat on her face. My wife's legs were wrapped around Wei's waist, pulling him deeper, whilst her tongue worked over Emma's pussy. Sophie was beside them, watching, her fingers buried in her own pussy.

"Come here," Wei said to Sophie, and she moved closer. He pulled out of Sarah and positioned himself at Sophie's entrance. "I want to fuck you too."

Sophie moaned as Wei pushed inside her, her head falling back, her full breasts bouncing. "Oh fuck, yes. You're so big."

Wei fucked Sophie whilst Sarah ate Emma's pussy, and I watched, my cock throbbing inside Lin, as my youngest daughter took another man's cock, as her face contorted in pleasure.

"I'm going to cum," Tom grunted, his thrusts becoming erratic.

"Do it," Lin gasped. "Cum in my arse. Fill me up."

Tom thrust deep and came with a groan, and I felt his cock pulsing inside Lin, felt her arse clenching around him. The sensation triggered my own orgasm, and I came too, filling her pussy whilst my son filled her arse.

We collapsed together, the three of us, breathing hard. Lin's body was sandwiched between us, and I could feel Tom's chest against her back, could feel our combined fluids leaking out of her.

But we weren't done. Not even close.

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The Night Continues

Over the next few hours, we explored every combination imaginable. The bed became a tangle of bodies, everyone touching, kissing, fucking.

Wei pulled out of Sophie and moved to Emma. I watched as he positioned himself between my eldest daughter's legs, as he pushed his cock inside her. Emma cried out, her back arching, her hands gripping the sheets.

"Oh fuck," she gasped. "You're so deep."

Wei fucked Emma hard, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her onto his cock with each thrust. I could see her pussy stretching around him, could see her juices coating his shaft. Sarah was beside them, watching, her hand between her legs, touching herself as she watched another man fuck her daughter.

Tom moved to Sophie, and I watched as my son positioned himself between his sister's legs. There was a moment of hesitation, both of them looking at each other, and then Sophie reached down and guided Tom's cock to her entrance.

"Fuck me," she whispered. "I want to feel you inside me."

Tom pushed inside her, and they both moaned. I watched, my cock hardening again despite having just cum, as my son fucked his sister, as Sophie's full breasts bounced with each thrust.

Lin crawled over to me, her face flushed, her body glistening with sweat. "I want to taste your daughters," she said. "Will you help me?"

I nodded, unable to speak. Lin moved to where Emma was being fucked by Wei, and positioned herself underneath them. As Wei thrust into Emma, Lin licked where they were joined, tasting Emma's juices mixed with Wei's precum.

"Oh God," Emma gasped. "That feels incredible."

Wei pulled out, and Lin immediately took Emma's pussy in her mouth, licking and sucking. Emma cried out, her hands going to Lin's head, holding her in place.

"Make her cum," Wei said, stroking his cock as he watched. "I want to see her cum on your tongue."

Lin worked Emma's clit with her tongue, and within moments Emma was there, her whole body tensing, her pussy clenching as she came. Lin licked her through it, tasting every drop, and when Emma finally pushed her away, too sensitive to continue, Lin's face was glistening with Emma's juices.

"Now you," Lin said to me, and I understood what she wanted.

I moved between Sophie's legs. Tom had pulled out, his cock glistening with Sophie's juices, and I took his place. I looked down at my youngest daughter's pussy—swollen and red from Tom's fucking, glistening with moisture. I could see Tom's precum mixed with her juices, could see her clit swollen and hard.

I bent down and started licking.

Sophie gasped, her hands going to my head. "Dad," she moaned. "Oh fuck, Dad."

I licked her pussy, tasting her, tasting my son's precum mixed with her juices. It was wrong, I knew it was wrong, but Christ, it was arousing. Sophie tasted sweet and musky, and I couldn't get enough. I pushed my tongue inside her, feeling her muscles clench around it, and she cried out.

"I'm going to cum," she gasped. "Dad, I'm going to cum."

I worked her clit with my tongue, and she came hard, her pussy pulsing against my mouth, her juices flooding my tongue. When she finally pushed me away, I looked up to see everyone watching—Sarah, Tom, Emma, Lin, Wei. All of them aroused, all of them wanting more.

"Fuck her," Sarah said, her voice thick with arousal. "James, fuck our daughter."

I looked at Sophie, a question in my eyes. She nodded, spreading her legs wider.

"Please," she whispered. "I want to feel you inside me."

I positioned myself at her entrance and pushed inside. She was so tight, so wet, and I groaned at the sensation. Sophie cried out, her back arching, her hands gripping my shoulders.

"Oh God," she gasped. "Daddy. You're so big."

I started to move, fucking my daughter, and it was the most intense sensation I'd ever experienced. Wrong and right at the same time, taboo and natural. Sophie's pussy was gripping my cock, her muscles clenching with each thrust, and I could feel my orgasm building embarrassingly quickly.

"Don't stop," Sophie moaned. "Fuck me, Daddy. Fill me with your cum."

Around us, everyone else was fucking too. Wei was fucking Sarah, his cock pounding into her whilst she cried out in pleasure. Tom was fucking Emma, his sister's legs wrapped around his waist. Lin was touching herself, watching all of us, her fingers buried in her pussy.

"I'm going to cum," I grunted.

"Do it," Sophie gasped. "Cum inside me, Daddy. I want to feel it."

I thrust deep and came, my cock pulsing as I emptied myself inside my daughter. Sophie came too, her pussy clenching around me, milking every last drop.

When I finally pulled out, I could see my cum leaking from Sophie's pussy, thick and white against her pink flesh. Lin immediately moved between Sophie's legs and started licking, cleaning up my cum, and Sophie moaned at the sensation.

"My turn," Emma said, and I moved to her. Tom had pulled out, and I took his place, pushing my cock inside my eldest daughter. She was as tight as Sophie, as wet, and I fucked her hard, driven by a primal need I didn't fully understand.

"Yes," Emma gasped. "Fuck me, Dad. Harder."

I pounded into her, my hands gripping her hips, and when I came, I filled her with my cum just as I'd filled Sophie. Lin licked her clean too, and then Sarah wanted a turn.

I fucked my wife whilst Wei fucked Lin, whilst Tom fucked Sophie again. We rotated, everyone fucking everyone, until we were all exhausted, covered in sweat and cum, completely spent.

At one point, Lin and Sarah were sixty-nining whilst Wei and I took turns fucking them. At another, Emma and Sophie were on their knees, sucking Tom's and my cocks whilst Lin licked their pussies from behind.

We tried every position, every combination. Sarah rode Wei whilst I fucked her arse. Emma and Sophie took turns riding my cock whilst Lin sat on my face. Tom fucked Lin whilst she ate Sarah's pussy whilst I fucked Sarah's arse.

By the time we finally collapsed, it was past three in the morning. We were all tangled together on the bed, bodies pressed against bodies, everyone touching someone. I was between Sarah and Lin, my arms around both of them. Tom was on Sarah's other side, his hand on her breast. Emma and Sophie were curled up together, Wei's arms around both of them.

"That was..." Sarah started, then laughed. "I don't even have words."

"Incredible," Sophie finished. "Absolutely incredible."

"I'm so glad we did this," Emma said. "It was everything I hoped it would be and more."

"Me too," Tom agreed. "Best night of my life."

"It doesn't have to be just one night," Lin said sleepily. "We can do this again. As often as you want."

"I'd like that," Sarah said. "Very much."

"Me too," I agreed, and everyone murmured their assent.

We fell asleep like that, all seven of us tangled together, satisfied and happy and already looking forward to the next time.

We found a rhythm, Tom and I, fucking Lin together. It was intense and intimate and incredibly erotic. I could feel Tom's cock through the thin wall separating us, could feel Lin's pussy clenching around me.

On the bed beside us, Wei was now fucking Sarah whilst Emma sat on her face and Sophie sucked Wei's fingers. The room was a tangle of bodies, everyone touching, kissing, fucking.

"I'm going to cum," Tom grunted.

"Do it," Lin gasped. "Cum in my arse. Fill me up."

Tom thrust deep and came with a groan. The sensation of him pulsing inside Lin triggered my own orgasm, and I came too, filling her pussy whilst my son filled her arse.

We collapsed together, the three of us, breathing hard. But we weren't done. Not even close.

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Over the next few hours, we explored every combination imaginable. Wei fucked Emma whilst she ate Sophie's pussy. Tom fucked Sarah whilst I watched, stroking my cock. Lin and Sophie sixty-nined whilst Wei and I took turns fucking them.

At one point, I found myself between Sophie's legs, licking my daughter's pussy whilst Wei fucked her mouth. She tasted sweet and musky, and I couldn't believe how aroused I was. When she came on my tongue, I felt a surge of pride and desire.

"Dad," she gasped when Wei pulled out of her mouth. "That was incredible."

"You're incredible," I told her, and meant it.

Emma was next, riding my cock whilst Tom fucked her arse. My daughter's pussy was tight and hot, and watching her take both of us was almost too much.

"Fuck, Emma," I groaned. "You feel amazing."

"So do you, Dad," she moaned. "I've wondered what this would be like."

"Have you?" I asked, surprised.

"For years," she admitted. "Ever since I found out about the lifestyle. I've fantasised about this."

That confession pushed me over the edge, and I came inside my daughter's pussy, filling her with my cum. Tom came moments later, and Emma collapsed between us, satisfied.

Sarah was with Wei and Lin, the three of them in a tangle of limbs. Wei was fucking Sarah from behind whilst she ate Lin's pussy. The sight of my wife with them was beautiful—she looked so happy, so free.

"Your wife is amazing," Lin said to me later, when we'd all taken a break for water and wine. "Wei is in love with her already."

"She's pretty special," I agreed.

"So are your children," Wei added. "Your daughters are stunning. And your son—he's got stamina."

Tom grinned. "Thanks, mate."

We went again, and again, trying different positions, different combinations. Sophie and Emma took turns with Wei whilst Lin rode Tom. Sarah and I fucked whilst our children watched, then joined in. At one point, all three women were on their knees in a row, and Tom, Wei, and I took turns fucking them, moving from one to the next.

Lin had brought her phone, and with everyone's permission, she recorded some of it—videos of the seven of us together, photos of various combinations. We'd watch them later, I knew, and use them to fuel future encounters.

As the night wore on, we became more adventurous. Lin suggested that Emma and Sophie should try each other, and soon my daughters were kissing, touching, exploring each other's bodies whilst we watched. It was beautiful and erotic, and when they both came, their fingers inside each other, we all applauded.

"Your turn," Sophie said to Sarah, and my wife didn't hesitate. She and Lin kissed, their hands roaming over each other's bodies, and soon they were in a sixty-nine position, eating each other's pussies whilst we watched and stroked ourselves.

By the time we finally collapsed, exhausted and satisfied, it was past three in the morning. We were all on the bed together, a tangle of sweaty, naked bodies. Lin was between Tom and me, her head on my chest. Sarah was curled against Wei, his arm around her. Emma and Sophie were at the foot of the bed, holding hands.

"That was..." Emma started, then laughed. "I don't even have words."

"Incredible," Sophie finished. "Absolutely incredible."

"I'm so glad we did this," Sarah said softly. "All of us together. It felt right."

"It did," I agreed. "Strange, maybe, but right."

"Not strange," Lin said. "Beautiful. You're all so comfortable with each other, so loving. It made everything better."

"We should do this again," Wei said. "Regularly. If you're all interested?"

"Definitely," Tom said immediately.

"Absolutely," Emma and Sophie said in unison.

"Yes," Sarah said, looking at me. "James?"

"Yes," I said. "God, yes."

Lin smiled and kissed me. "Good. Because I'm not done with your family yet. Not by a long shot."

We lay there together, talking quietly, making plans. Lin and Wei would come back next month. We'd introduce them to our regular couple friends, see how they fit into our wider circle. Maybe we'd all go to a club together, or a party.

"I want to take you all to a resort," Wei said. "There's one in Spain we love. A week of sun, sea, and sex."

"That sounds perfect," Sarah said.

As the conversation drifted into comfortable silence, I felt a profound sense of contentment. My family, my wife, these new friends—all of us together, open and honest and free.

Lin's hand found mine in the darkness. "Thank you, James," she whispered. "For trusting us with your family. For being brave enough to try this."

"Thank you," I whispered back. "For suggesting it. For making it happen."

"This is just the beginning," she said. "I promise you that."

And as I drifted off to sleep, surrounded by the people I loved and desired, I believed her.

This was just the beginning.