Second Honeymoon

This started to get me angry, which at least had the beneficial side-effect of making me temporarily forget my tortured and frustrated sexual feelings for my daughter and her best friend.

Mindy went on, "I want you to understand that that's not a knock on you and your prowess; it's just understanding the landscape we both happen to be standing in after coming all this way. Denying it gets us nowhere, since these happen to be the facts. You're great in bed, Dan, but you've also become 'a little boring,' if only because we've done everything so many times already."

She didn't miss the scowl that flashed across my face, but before I could get my two cents in, she continued, "Look, the truth is that I just don't have the same sex drive as you do, and that's a fact. Even when we were teenagers, you were insatiable and I was the one who always had to cry uncle."

"Well, you seemed pretty insatiable tonight. I could hardly carry on a serious conversation."

She was a bit peeved and fixed me with a stern glare. "Will you let me finish? In the last month or so especially, you've been on fire! We've been doing it every night, just like the old days, and it's been some of the best sex ever. I'd been suspecting that something must have been inspiring you, and to be frank, I'm SO relieved that it's only Michelle and Ruby and not some outside woman trying to steal you from me. I'd suspected their teasing was the cause all along or I would have been really worried and confronted you about it. Is it safe to say that your recent boundless enthusiasm for getting me in the sack is all due to them and no one else?"

"Yes," I admitted sheepishly. "Well, the Gruesome Twosome plus their friends always hanging around the pool. But mostly the two of them."

Mindy nodded. "That's understandable. Their friends are beautiful, sure, but the two of them are ridiculously sexy and curvy. But… is there anybody else turning you on, maybe a little more mature? What about Cindy, for instance?"

Cindy was Ruby's mother. She was a total stunner, which was no big surprise given her genetic relation

To Ruby. Sometimes I couldn't help but look at Cindy and fantasize. But I honestly said, "I haven't seen much of her in the past few weeks."

My wife nodded. "Anyone else?"

I hastened to add, "There's you, of course! Nobody can top you. You know all those things you were saying about how gorgeous our youngest daughter is? It's all true, because it's in the genes. She's practically your clone. Same penetrating, narrow eyes. Same hourglass figure. Same busty chest. Same fantastic ass. Same long blonde hair. She reminds me so much of how you looked when you were that age that it's disturbing. It's like she got all of your genes and none of mine, and some of my genes went into our brunette daughter Nicky instead. And of course I love to look at you. Every time I look at you I fall in love with you, all over again."

She laughed. "I know you do, because every night you want to make love to me like it's our first time. But that can get tiring! You work here at home, sleep in every morning, and get to kick back all day. But I have to get up early and spend the day cooped up in an office. I always have a big sleep deficit. I'm running around all day, working late. I get tired. But these last weeks – Jesus H. Christ on a pogo stick! You've really outdone yourself. The sex has been fantastic. If this is what happens when Michelle and Ruby flirt with you, then let them flirt, dammit! They do all the work, and I get all the benefit!

That's why I'm taking this so lightly. This is one of the best things to happen to us in a long time. It's been like our second honeymoon."

"But Sweetheart. You still don't get it. It may be good for YOU that I get so sexually charged up, but what about me? I get really stressed out. I worry about freely touching them, and kissing them, and… worse. To be honest, I can't even masturbate to deal with it because they're liable to barge in wherever I am at any time. Shelle especially doesn't know the meaning of the word 'privacy.' I'm basically horny all day long with no relief in sight, at least until you come home."

"Hey. Don't talk to me about stress. You don't even know the meaning of the word, Mr. Should I Sleep in Until Ten or Eleven Today?"

She had a good point about that. Her job kept her exceptionally busy and it just got worse every year as her importance grew. Still, I complained, "True. But you could cut your hours if you wanted to. It's not like we're hurting for money. You're always saying you're tired. So tired. 'Not tonight, Honey, I have a headache.' I've heard that cliché so many times that the next time I want to make love to you I should come to the bedroom wearing a giant aspirin pill costume."

She smiled. "I haven't been saying that lately, have I? Since this Michelle and Ruby inspired 'second honeymoon' of the past weeks, I think I've been pretty darn eager."

"That's true. But that's probably because I'm so crazy horny that I think you take pity on me."

She said, "Not true. My work is important to me, Honey. It gives me purpose. I promise, with the way you've been making love lately, you don't have to worry about me saying I have a headache for a long time to come. They may have to wheel me to the hospital as I collapse from sheer exhaustion, but I can't say no. You're on fire!"

I replied, "I appreciate your work, but I miss you. You keep talking about cutting your pay so your company can afford to give you an assistant, which would enable you come home earlier in the evenings, but you never do. Would you do it? For me? Please? I need you now."

"Honey! You've never directly asked me before; you've only suggested. I had no idea you felt that strongly. Of course! I'll put the paperwork in first thing tomorrow. If you want me to quit altogether, I'll do that too. It's true we have enough money now, thanks mostly to you and your best sellers."

"No, don't quit altogether. That would be too selfish of me. Your work gives you so much satisfaction."

She smiled in a kittenish manner as she walked her nails across my chest. "But you give me more satisfaction than any day job, man o' mine. Far from this Michelle and Ruby thing being a problem for us, this could be a solution to all the sex problems we've had since the Christmas Party Incident. I say, let it happen, and keep happening.

You three lovebirds have all the fun you want. Just stay within reasonable bounds. Let them get you excited during the day and then give me your hot, pent-up passion every night."

I thought, "Reasonable bounds?" What does THAT mean exactly? None of their behavior lately has been reasonable!

She teased, "You're gonna regret having me around for a couple more hours every night because I'm going to up and fuck you to death!"

I was completely shocked with the whole way this conversation had gone. I'd expected a big problem, a big row, maybe even another major drama on the level of our Christmas Party Incident troubles.

Instead, she'd laughed and taken it lightly, and then told me this. And she'd agreed to make a major change in her work hours like it was nothing at all.

On one hand, I was relieved that she seemed to take things so well. Maybe I WAS overreacting with my overheated imagination, after all. But, on the other hand, I was disappointed. I had rather hoped that she would tell me to call an immediate halt to the flirting. I looked forward to her giving the Gruesome Twosome a serious talking to that would put a diplomatic end to the whole thing. Instead, she gave her stamp of approval to the idea that even our youngest daughter would be putting the moves on me. I was not only shocked, I was frightened by the implications.

I said, "Sweetheart, I don't know if that's such a good idea. We're playing with fire here. I think maybe you should talk to them."

"Honey, I LIKE the idea of playing with fire! What did you think the whole Christmas Party Incident was about? I didn't want to cheat on you. I wanted us to do something TOGETHER, within sight of each other at all times, that would spice up our love life. Involving other people is dangerous, yes, but danger is sexy. To be honest, I'm a bit disturbed by Michelle flirting with you – Ruby I don't mind so much because there's no real incest potential there. But I've known it's been going on for some time, and I'm so glad you finally spilled the beans to me. That means our relationship is still solid. I would expect nothing less, because I love you as much as anyone can love another."

She paused as if steeling herself to say something difficult. "I'll be completely honest too. Frankly, the whole idea turns me on a bit. I can admit it. The idea of other woman teasing you like that gets me horny. When it came to the Jensens it wasn't about me making love with Matt. Hell, I specifically picked them as a couple to test the idea out on you because I wasn't really attracted to him. You have to admit he looked like Danny de Vito and Delilah looked like Lauren Bacall. I would have been beyond excited just to sit there and watch you make love to Delilah."