Dad’s jaw clenched. I could see that he knew he was trapped. Me? I was kind of enjoying this, wondering if I was finally going to see what I’d been curious about for the last few years.
“This is just ridiculous,” he said.
“Danny,” I said, “don’t be so negative. Pastel is just trying to help.”
He glared at me, but I gave him a smile and said, “Come on, you have a great body for a thirty-six-year-old. May as well show it off to someone other than me.”
He stared at me for a few seconds more, then said, “Not happening.”
“Danny,” Pastel said. “Do you mind if I call you Danny? In order for me to help you, you have to trust me. Now I absolutely need you to follow my instructions here, or we cannot proceed. And if we can’t proceed, this weekend is useless.”
I slid my arm around his back, and he met my gaze. “Remember what we talked about,” I said. “This weekend is important to us. We have to do whatever it takes.”
His jaw set. “I didn’t think it would take this.”
I smiled. “Neither did I, but we just have to go with it.”
He let out an exasperated sigh. “This is bullshit.”
“Now honey, be nice. Pastel is only trying to help. Here, I’ll go first if it makes you feel comfortable.”
I pulled my blouse over my head, revealing the pink bra he’d retrieved for me earlier.
His eyes went slightly wide as the tops of my breasts came into view, then he quickly looked away.
“Here, help me with the clasp, honey,” I said, turning my back to him. “You know I have trouble reaching it.”
There was a pause before he gingerly reached up and pulled the strap away from my back, then undid the clasp. The garment loosened, but my breasts held firm as I slid the straps over my shoulders and pulled it off. I turned back to face Pastel.
She smiled and nodded. “Very good, Jennifer. And I must say, your breasts are spectacular.”
I grinned. “Thanks. Danny thinks so too.”
Dad was staring straight ahead, ignoring me. Pastel, turned her attention to him.
“Danny? You going to join us?”
He snorted out a breath but didn’t speak.
“Come on, Danny,” I said, reaching over to tug his shirt up. “Get naked.”
He pushed my hand away, but when Pastel gave him a curious look, he said, “I’ll do it.”
He grabbed the shirt at the bottom and pulled it up over his head, revealing his broad, muscular chest. It was hair-covered, but not too dense – just the way I like it. The hair trailed down over his flat stomach.
Pastel smiled wide and nodded her approval. “Excellent, Danny! My, you’re in great shape. Jennifer’s a lucky girl.”
She turned back to me. “Keep going.”
I stood and unbuttoned my shorts, and noticed Dad take great interest in something on the other side of the room, his head turned away from my slightly bouncing breasts. After I got the zipper down, I pushed the shorts over my hips and allowed them to slide down my legs, leaving me in just my sneakers and panties. Dad gave me a quick glance then looked away again. Pastel was eyeing him curiously.
I hooked my fingers into the waistband of my underwear, but Pastel held up her hand.
“Hold on a moment, Jennifer.” She turned to my dad. “Danny, could you take off Jennifer’s panties for her?”
“Why? She’s capable of doing it.”
“Are you reluctant to undress your wife?”
He realized he was stuck. “No.”
“Then please do it. Jennifer, stand in front of him.”
I moved over a step and turned to face him, blocking Pastel’s view. He glanced up at me, and if looks could kill, I would’ve dropped dead on the spot.
“Hurry, Danny,” Pastel said. “We don’t have that much time.”
Still glaring up at my face, he reached up and hooked his forefingers into my waistband at each side, and began to tug them down. His eyes remained on mine as he slid the nylon garment down over my hips, exposing my shaved pussy to the cool air of the room. When he got them close to my knees, he let them go, allowing them to slide down my legs to my shoes.
“There,” he said, his eyes still upturned. “You’re naked. Happy?”
I smiled. “Nothing you haven’t seen before, hubby.”
I turned and sat back down next to him. Pastel glanced down at my mostly shaved cooter, and smiled. “A natural redhead, I see. Pity you shave it though. It’s a shame that the prevailing sentiment is to have grown women looking like prepubescent children.”
I grinned. “I consider all that pubic hair to be a barrier.”
She chuckled. “Well played.” Then she turned to my dad. “Danny, please stand up.”
“Why?”
“So that your wife can remove your pants, of course.”
“Isn’t this enough?”
“Of course not. Please stand.”
Reluctantly, he moved off the bed and stood.
“Now stand in front of your wife.”
He turned, and once again glared down at me without Pastel being able to see. I lifted my eyebrows and gave him a ‘what-choice-do-we-have?’ look.
“Remove your husband’s pants, Jennifer.”
I tentatively reached up to his belt buckle and undid it, making sure to not let my fingers stray. This close, I could see the bulge of his package pressing out the denim. After getting the belt loose, I popped the button, then tugged down the zipper.
In the past, when I’d done this with guys, they were either hard to begin with, or got hard in the process. I was both relieved and a little disappointed when Dad’s cock didn’t respond.
I tugged down his pants, leaving his boxers in place. As I did, I couldn’t help but stare at where the hair on his belly disappeared beneath the elastic waistband. I pushed the pants to his knees, and he finally helped, pulling them down the rest of the way and stepping out of them along with his shoes. He tossed his jeans to the side.
“Are we done?” he asked.
“No,” Pastel said curtly. “Jennifer, finish the job.”
He rolled his eyes at me and stepped close again. I looked up at him meekly, pretending I was reluctant about this too. But it was all lies. My heart was beating fast in anticipation. I was about to see what I’d been fantasizing about for years.
I reached up and pulled his underwear down over his hips. His forest of dark pubes came into view, and then the base of his cock. When I pulled farther, the rest of him appeared, and if he hadn’t been blocking Pastel’s view of my face, she would’ve known I was seeing his cock for the first time.
It was huge, and my mouth ovaled wide in shock. Thick and rugged looking, it hung down over his equally large ballsack in a downward curve, culminating in a round and smooth head that was even thicker than the shaft. Even in its flaccid state, it was bigger than some of the guys I’d been with. My pussy twisted with desire as I stared at the massive member.
I looked up at him and mouthed, “Oh my god!”
He scowled down at me in response, then mouthed back, “Settle down.”
I did my best to calm my expression, and he stepped away and sat next to me.
“Okay,” he said, “we’re all naked. Whoop-de-fucking-do.”
“She gave him a frown. “Danny, please don’t curse. It’s juvenile.”
He shook his head and crossed his arms, looking away.
She glanced downward. “Oh my. Danny, you’re generously hung.”
He glanced at her, shook his head again, then looked away once more.
She turned to me. “Jennifer, you must find that both painful and enjoyable.”
I nodded. “Yeah, it hurt at first, but I got used to it.”
“Look,” Dad said, “can we not talk about my junk if that’s okay? It’s very embarrassing.”
“Danny,” Pastel said, “you have nothing to be embarrassed about. Most men would be envious of the gift you’ve received.”
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Pastel sat up straighter on her chair, then lifted her legs and crossed them in front of her, her ankles touching, almost in the lotus position. The action caused her legs to spread wide, and I could actually see the meaty, protruding inner labia sticking out from the abundant hair. And the hair was definitely abundant, covering her pussy completely and even extending up onto her inner thighs.
I glanced at Dad, and he was staring too, his eyes wide.
“Another barrier,” Pastel said, waving her hand over her lap. “Even when naked, a woman’s genitalia is not visible unless she permits others to see. This is my way of letting down that barrier for you two. I hope you take it as a sign of trust.”
I nodded. “Yeah, okay.”
But Dad just stared for a moment longer, then looked away.
Pastel watched us for a long moment, rubbing her chin and looking like she was thinking. It was starting to become awkward when she finally spoke.
“I sense distance between you two.”
Uh oh. “What do you mean?” I said quickly.
She looked pensive again. “I’m not sure, but I’m sensing a lack of closeness between you that most married couples share.”
I slid my arm around my dad’s naked back and pressed close to him. “That’s silly. We’re very close.”
Another pause as she studied us. “Are you two having intimacy problems?”
“No,” I said defensively. “We have great intimacy. Fantastic intimacy.”
She turned to Dad. “How about you, Danny? Do you feel intimate with Jennifer?”
“Yes,” he said, staring at her.
“See?” she said, holding her hand out to him. “That’s what I mean. Ever since she started to undress, you’ve avoided looking at her. Why is that, Danny?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“It certainly is a sign that there’s a barrier between you. And I need to find out what it is.”
He shook his head. “No, there’s no barrier between us. You don’t need to find out anything.”
She tapped the tip of her nose, thinking. After a moment, she said, “Does your wife still excite you?”
“What?”
“You heard me. Are you still sexually aroused by the woman you married? It’s a natural occurrence, especially for men, that after so many years of being with the same women, their desire for her fades. Is that the case with you? Be honest, please.”
“No,” Dad said indignantly.
More nose tapping. “Would you be willing to try a little experiment?”
“What kind of experiment?”
“Just to let me know where you two stand. It will go a long way in allowing me to help you.”
“We stand just fine.”
“Not from where I’m sitting. From my point of view, there’s a serious problem between you two. You’re almost acting like a couple that hasn’t been intimate.”
“That’s ridiculous!” Dad said.
“Calm down, Danny. It’s just an observation. I’m not accusing you of anything. So, can we start the experiment?”
He relaxed a little. “Fine. Let’s do this experiment, whatever it is.”
She smiled. “Excellent. Jennifer, are you okay with this?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Very good.” She reached down and picked up the tote, then extracted a small plastic bottle. “Jennifer, please hold out your hand.”
Curious, I did as she asked. She brought the bottle to my outstretched palm and squirted a large dollop of clear gel onto it.
“That’s lubrication,” she explained. I want you to move closer to your husband, reach down, and take his penis into your hand.”
Chapter 8
I tried my best to hide the surprise on my face. “What?”
Pastel smiled. “I just want to see how you two react to each other, that’s all.”
Dad shook his head. “I don’t think so.”
She smiled. “Why not?”
“Um, because you’re here,” he said. “And that’s private between us.”
She waved her hand. “Barriers. Let’s take this opportunity to remove one.”
He shook his head. “No.”
“Do you know what I think, Danny?”
“What?”
“I think you’re afraid you’re not going to become aroused from your wife’s touch on you.”
“No, that’s not it.”
“Then maybe there’s another reason. One I haven’t figured out yet.” She stared at us.
“Danny,” I said quickly, “let’s just do this. We’re just a normal married couple, and we do this all the time. Well, not all the time, because we usually have regular sex, but sometimes I do this for you. I know you love it.” I realized I was babbling, and forced myself to stop.
Pastel smiled at us expectantly, but didn’t say anything.
Dad looked at me. “Are you sure? Um, in front of her, I mean?”
I nodded as I met his gaze. “Yeah, it’ll be fine. We’ll both just close our eyes and pretend she’s not here.”
He sighed. “If you’re sure. Go ahead, then.”
I moved closer to him, moving one arm around his back and pressing the side of my breast against his bicep as I turned my body and reached into his lap. I felt like I was in the middle of a dream as I curled my hand around the thick shaft of his cock.
He let out a soft grunt and closed his eyes. I knew I said I’d do the same, but I wanted to watch, and I stared down into his lap as I began to stroke him gently, spreading the lube around with my clasping hand.
Our contact quickly became slick as the lube softened and warmed against his skin, and soon my hand was making sticky, wet sounds as I tugged and stroked his cock.
But he wasn’t hardening, and I felt the panic rising in me. If he didn’t respond, Pastel was going to know there was something wrong with us, and then it was probably only a matter of time before she guessed the truth.
I moved my lips up against his ear, and whispered softly enough so that Pastel wouldn’t hear. “Just pretend it’s not me.”
He nodded slightly, and his expression changed, as if he was concentrating.
But as I continued to manipulate him, he still didn’t respond.
Pastel made a “Tsk” sound.
Then I felt it. His cock was slightly thicker, more solid. I continued to stroke, making a circle with my finger and thumb and gliding along his soft shaft, back and forth.
Yes! His cock twitched and began to rise, stiffening and lengthening, and soon my fingers didn’t reach all the way around.
He grunted low in his throat as his erection rose to full hardness, arching up from his groin in a solid curve, the head swollen smooth. It glistened from the lube, and my hand made a soft, sticky wet sound as it slid up and down the solid shaft.
Holy crap, I couldn’t believe how big it was. I’d seen cocks like this on internet videos, but I never thought I’d run into one myself. And to find it on my father was even more amazing. He was a big guy, but I’d never considered that his dick would be in proportion to the rest of him.
His arm moved around my back and rested on my thigh, giving him something to squeeze as his pleasure rose.
“Yes,” Pastel said softly, “Very good. You may touch her also if you wish.”
He didn’t respond to her words, as he kept his eyes closed and breathed through his nose, his breath becoming harsher. I kept my hand tight as it slid up and down, bumping over the flared ridge of his glans.
But then his hand shifted, and his fingers pressed down between my thighs. Without thinking, I spread my legs wider to give him room, and a moment later his fingertips were teasing along the edge of my shaved slit.
“Uhhh,” I groaned softly as he tentatively explored. When he cautiously pressed a finger between the delicate lips, I moaned again, not believing this was really happening.
As I continued to stroke, he moved his finger downward, pre
ssing it just into my entrance. I could feel my inner walls grasping at him, attempting to pull him deeper.
His cockslit began to drool with pre-cum, overflowing and running down his shaft, where my stroking fist mixed it with the lube, making my touch even slicker. His ab muscles twitched as his breathing deepened further, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before he was going to explode.
His finger slid upward, parting my inner lips to their juncture, where the hard nub of my clit was peeking out from its hood. He rolled the pad of his finger gently over it, using just the right amount of pressure to send my pleasure soaring. If he kept that up, I’d be right with him when he went over the edge.
“Uhhh,” I panted, and felt the familiar twisting in my loins, like a clock spring being wound too tightly, ready to snap and expend all of that energy in a fierce blast.
“Oh my goodness!” Pastel said, making us both jump. “I’m late for my next meeting!”
Our eyes blinked open, both of our hands stopping as we watched her get up quickly from the chair, grab her robe, and slip it over her head, letting it fall down around her as she hooked the button.
“You two are just fine,” she said. “The experiment was a great success.” Then she looked at me and said, “But I’m curious about what you whispered into his ear. It obviously had the desired effect.”
I blinked again, my mind reeling from the sudden shift in gears. I tried to think. “Um I told him I’d rather be sucking him.”
She smiled and clapped her hands together. “Perfect! Well, I have to run, but you two can obviously finish without me.” She gave me a smile. “And you can suck him if you want. The lube is cherry flavored. With real cherries. I won’t accept artificial flavors.”
With that, she picked up her tote and headed for the door. A second later, she was gone.
We both stared in shock at the door, our hands still in place – mine wrapped around his solid dick, and his finger in my drooling pussy. Part of me wanted to pick up where I’d left off, but it seemed like whatever we had between us was gone, and we were left with a father and daughter fondling each other.
He pulled his hand from between my legs as he turned his head to me. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” he said.
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