When I woke up the next morning, I hopped out of bed, excited for the night's activities. While Greg knew about most of my plans for the week, tonight's events were a secret. By the time I had woken up, Greg was already downstairs. The groans echoing throughout the stairway gave me an idea of what I was heading into.
Dad was on his knees, and Greg's shorts were around his ankles.
"Morning," Greg said nonchalantly.
Greg sat there, sipping his coffee, as Dad provided a morning blow job. I rolled my eyes at the absurdity of it and made myself a cup of joe.
Sitting at the table, I untied my cover-up, revealing my black string bikini. The show the boys were putting on was getting me going, but I held back from taking part.
"Don't go overboard today. I have special plans for us tonight. Be dressed to impress by 4:30, okay?" I told them.
Dad let Greg's cock slip out of his mouth and asked, "What's happening tonight?"
"That's for me to know and you to find out later," I teased while leaving the room and heading out to lounge by the pool.
By the time I made my way to the door, the loud grunts of Greg cumming reverberated through the house. I was glad that Dad and Greg felt comfortable enough to play without me, but I knew that by the end of the night, their attention would be on me and me alone.
I lay by the pool, basking in the early morning light. The sun's rays bathed me in their warmth, awakening a growing fire in my loins. I knew tonight was going to be special, and my body was ready for it. Feeling a little frisky, I took my tiny bikini top off and laid it on the chair beside me. Feeling the unadulterated sunlight on my tits sent me into overdrive. I cupped my breasts while twisting and pulling at my hardening nipples. I knew if I didn't stop, I would end up cumming.
My body fought with my mind. Everything in me said to be patient and wait for tonight, but my pussy had other ideas. I trailed my fingers over my taught stomach and slipped my hand beneath the minuscule fabric that hid my flowering slit. I traced my fingers over my mound, making the heat inside me build even more. The back of my hand swept across my clit, causing me to shudder in delight. While I had only been teasing myself for a minute, it was too long. I needed relief, or I wasn't going to be able to make it through the day.
I spread my legs wide and pulled my bikini to the side. My labia glimmered as I plunged one and then two fingers inside me. I pumped my hips back and forth, riding my hand, grinding my clit into my palm. My other hand worshiped my tits. My nipples were on fire, practically searing my palm as I played with them.
Images of Dad going down on Greg filled my mind.
"Suck him off, Daddy. Take my boyfriend's cock down your throat. You two will do what I say. Fuck, yes," I moaned to myself.
Soon, an orgasm washed over me. I screamed in delight, letting my body do what it must to take me over the edge. Spit dripped out of the sides of my mouth as sweat trickled down my chest. I was a wreck, and the day had barely begun. I licked my fingers clean before diving into the pool.
The rest of the day was a blur. Before I knew it, I was in the shower, getting ready for our night out. As I made my way from the bathroom to my closet, I savored the feeling of my wet hair clinging to my dewy skin. My hands trembled as I set my dress down on the bed. Weeks of planning had all been leading to this moment.
Before slipping on my clothes, there was one added accessory that I wanted to surprise the boys with. I reached into my bag and pulled out my new butt plug and some lube. Tonight would finally be the night I was going to have my father and Greg inside me at the same time, and I wanted my ass to be ready for it. I had already cleaned myself out before showering; now I just needed to lube up my puckered hole and inch the button in. With one hand, I grabbed my right ass cheek, pulling it to the side, while my other hand wiggled the toy into me. I took deep breaths, trying my best to relax my sphincter, yet the toy wouldn't budge. Worrying that I wouldn't be able to go through with this, I took a break. Even though I had just showered, I could feel a sheen of sweat building up. I was tempted to quit, but then an image of Daddy filling my ass while Greg fucked my pussy ran through my mind. My heart raced as I felt myself getting wet. I needed to do this. I took another deep breath, put a finger on the back of the plug, and inched it all the way in.
I lay there for several more minutes to let my body adjust to this new foreign object. Soon enough, the toy started to feel good. I stood up and sauntered to my full-length mirror to check out the results, but I could barely make out the plug.
"You almost ready?" Greg called out.
"Be down soon," I yelled back.
Looking at the time, I realized I was running behind. I sat down at my vanity and applied my makeup. With every movement, I could feel the plug stretch me. The new sensation was phenomenal. I didn't know how I was going to make it through the night with this thing inside me, though.
I lifted my thong off the bed and bent over to put it on. As the satiny material skimmed my legs, I suddenly decided to forgo underwear and let the tiny thong drop to the floor.
"The boys should have easy access," I giggled to myself.
I shimmed myself into my dress, pulling and tugging at the tight material. The dress clung to me, practically melting onto my skin. I had spent weeks shopping for the right outfit, and this was definitely it. The latex-like material was a burnt brown color that accented my hair. The dress lifted my tits up, acting as a push-up bra, while the spaghetti straps did their best to hold the whole thing up.
"It's now or never," I said to myself while heading downstairs.
Greg and Dad were sitting on the couch, anxiously awaiting my arrival.
"So, what do you think?" I said while twirling around.
"Holy shit!" Dad exclaimed.
"What he said," Greg laughed.
"I bought this dress just for you, boys. I hope you treat me right tonight. I planned this whole evening so the three of us can experience something special together," I explained.
"You still haven't told us where we're going," Dad remarked.
"I know," I said, smirking wildly.
"You are trouble," Dad said.
I didn't reply. I simply grabbed my clutch, turned around, and headed to the car. Dad and Greg quickly followed behind, not wanting to miss out on my surprise. The car ride into the city was about an hour long, yet no one spoke. We simply let the car fill with tension.
When we finally arrived at our destination, the two men seemed shocked by where we were. The building was a warehouse at the edge of the city. Nothing about the area seemed to speak to the way I told them to dress. If they didn't know better, they would have thought I brought them to an industrial park to work. The two men looked at each other perplexed.
I swayed my hips as I walked over to a discreet door in the wide, grey building. Greg's and Dad's eyes burned into my ass, giving me all the confidence I needed to go through with this. With a deep sigh, I knocked.
"Charlotte for three," I told the man who opened the door.
The man checked the list before directing us to a stand where a striking redhead in a white minidress stood.
"Welcome. We're glad you could join us on this special night," she said, welcoming us in. "Please, this way," she continued.
"Where are we?" Dad asked.
"Somewhere where we can let loose," I told him.
The cavernous room was filled with low light, casting a shadow over everything and everyone. As we followed behind the young woman, the roaring hum of quiet conversations bathed me in sound, leaving me curious about what everyone was saying. I had never expected to find myself in such a place, and I couldn't help but be curious about everyone around me.
We were led to a table in the corner of the large room. Our seats provided us a perfect view of the center stage. Eager to get started, I took Greg's and Dad's hands and pulled them closer to me.
"I'm glad you both trust me enough to come here," I let them know.
Greg smiled at me, his eyes full of love. I leaned forward and gently kissed his rough lips, reminding him of my affection. Next, I turned towards Dad and met his eyes. His gaze was equally loving, yet there was a desire in it that rivaled any I'd ever seen. Dad wanted me, and I was more than willing to be his.
I shifted in my seat, allowing the butt plug to pleasure my stretched anus. My pussy was soaked, and I could feel my wetness dripping down my thighs. I was glad my latex-like dress wasn't absorbent because I was certain my juices would easily have shown through.
The three of us sat there drinking Prosecco while we awaited what was next. Greg and Dad didn't dare ask any questions. Like the other people there, we simply sat at our tables, anticipating the beginning of the night's events. Finally, a man and woman walked onto the stage and called for everyone's attention.
"Thank you for coming to family roleplay night at The Black Room. You all have something in common; A willingness to embrace the taboo and see what life could be like if the world was different. Tonight is about letting loose and exploring different types of relationships," the man announced.
"But first, we have a show for you all. Please enjoy the performance," the woman chimed in.
As the couple walked off the stage, I couldn't help but notice the age gap between them. I smiled to myself, imagining the possibilities.
My attention was brought back to the center of the room when three women in black latex catsuits slowly came into view. The three strikingly beautiful women each seem to represent an age group. The oldest of the trio had a confidence I had rarely seen. Looking around sixty, her silver-streaked hair flowed behind her, accentuating her beautiful, aged face. The second woman moved beside her. She looked to be around my father's age, in her late forties. There was something alluring about her that drew me in. In some ways, she reminded me a lot of my mother, whom I missed terribly. I quickly pushed that thought out of my mind as the third woman caught my eye. She looked a couple of years younger than me, yet there was a confidence in the way she presented herself that I could only dream of. Her every move seemed defiant in a way that only a woman coming into her own for the first time could have.
Surprisingly, despite their age differences, there was something similar in their appearances. I knew it was naughty, but I fantasized about them being related. The thought of them being three generations of lesbian lovers sent a spark right down to my crotch.
The trio intertwined their bodies, acting as one. The latex of their outfits slid against each other, crackling and creaking, sending erotic sparks throughout the room. I watched with batted breath, holding my father and boyfriend tightly. Their embrace added to the risqué nature of what we were watching.
Oohs and has passed through the crowd. We were all amazed by the grace of the three dancers. The dance wasn't rushed. Every move was deliberate and charged with enough sensuality to knock out an elephant. The three women weaved around one another, their hips swaying in perfect harmony while their hands traced the curves of each other's latex-encased forms.
As the dance progressed, I became increasingly focused on the sweat building across each woman's brow, dampening their hair and dripping down their necks. The catsuits didn't hide the growing heat these women experienced. If anything, they accentuated the women's flushed faces.
The longer I watched them, the more I wondered what it would be like to be dressed similarly. My mind drifted slightly as my fingers wandered along my thighs. The heat inside me grew as I watched the latex stick to them like a second skin, reacting to their every breath and movement. I wanted to be those women.
I opened my eyes back up just in time for the crescendo. The middle-aged woman spun the other two women around before pulling them both in for a succulent three-way kiss. The crowd erupted in cheer, everyone standing to their feet, applauding the powerful performance.
At this point, the room was charged with a palpable sexual energy. Even in my wildest dreams, I never expected the night to feel like this.
"What is going on?" Greg whispered.
"You'll see," I told him.
The couple returned to the stage while encouraging the crowd to keep cheering.
"Thank you for that wonderful performance. When I first met my wife, I was smitten. To say we fucked like bunnies would be an understatement. Yet, as time went on, things slowed down, and we knew we needed to spice things up. We started attending fetish and swingers clubs like The Black Room, but something still felt like it was missing. Then one day, out of nowhere, my wife called me "Daddy" while we were fucking. That one word changed everything. We started roleplaying as father and daughter. We knew we couldn't be the only ones playing these fantasies out, so we sought out like-minded people. That is when we met our fantasy daughter, Lilly. Isn't she great?" he explained.
I looked at my father, trying to gauge his reaction to this stranger's story. He was stone-faced, leaving me unsure how he felt. I turned my attention back to center stage, enthralled by the man's account.
"We started this group so that you, too, can be amongst people who know what it is like to want the taboo. This is a place of no judgment, to be as kinky as you want and have some fun doing it," the man explained.
"And fun we will have. Isn't that right, Daddy?" the young woman joked before pulling her "father" in for a kiss.
Greg and Dad looked at each other, shocked beyond words. I had somehow found and brought them to a swingers' roleplay event.
"How did you find this place?" Greg wondered.
"I've been searching some online forums for a place where people in relationships with their family members can chat and came across this roleplay group. When I found out there was a meet-up, I quickly went through with the vetting process and got us in," I told him.
"Wow," Dad repeatedly whispered.
"The two of you are so special to me, and I wanted to have fun with you in public just being ourselves. No one else here knows we are actually family, but at least here I can say I'm fucking my father without anyone batting an eye," I admitted.
"I'm so glad you brought us here. I love the two of you. I hope you know that," Dad said.
"We know," Greg replied.
I kissed Dad and then Greg. Unsurprisingly, it seemed like several other people around us were doing the same. Love and lust suffused the room, making me feel more at peace than I had since making love to my father for the first time.
People began to mingle as hors d'oeuvres were passed around. An older man around my father's age soon approached us. His sparkling blue eyes instantly pulled me in. I felt captivated by his gaze. When he first spoke, I was enamored, barely able to contain my excitement.
"Is this your first time here? You seem so comfortable," he stated.
Dad sensed my infatuation and nudged me back to awareness.
"Oh yes, this is our first time," I muttered.
"Hi. I'm Mike. I'm her Daddy," my father spoke up.
"John," the stranger announced.
As we continued talking, a striking young blonde soon approached John, taking his hand in hers.
"Daddy loves to greet people, especially newbies," the girl said.
"He can greet me any day," I joked.
"He's sexy, isn't he? I'm Amy, by the way," she told us.
The five of us chatted for what seemed like hours, sharing our journey into family fun and the fears and excitement that came with it. Even if I did have to pretend that we were roleplaying, it was the first time I ever was able to be open about being with my father outside of Greg, and it felt infectious.
"You're lucky your boyfriend is so understanding," Amy said.
"I'm sure when you find the right guy, he'll be just as understanding," I reassured her.
"Or the right girl," Amy giggled as she ran her fingers down my arm.
Greg's eyes lit up, watching this beautiful young woman flirt with me. There was something magnetic about Amy's personality. She was funny and sweet, yet there was also something mysterious about her that just pulled you in. The longer we chatted, the more I wanted to know about her.
It was like a light switch...
