I slowly opened my eyes, feeling the sun's warmth on my face. The gentle rays shone through the window, illuminating the room and casting a soft glow on Hannah, who was snuggled up close to me. I smiled as I gazed at her sleeping face, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me.

I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her closer as she nestled her head into my chest. I could feel the steady rise and fall of her breathing, and it was comforting to know that she was right there with me.

"Good morning, beautiful," I whispered, planting a kiss on the top of her head.

Hannah stirred, her eyes fluttering open as she gazed up at me with her deep blue eyes. A smile spread across her face as she snuggled in closer.

"Good morning, my love," she murmured, her voice soft and sweet.

I looked down at her, feeling my heart swell with love. "I love you," I said, feeling overwhelmed with emotion.

Hannah's eyes lit up, and she reached up to cup my face in her hands. "I love you too, Tim," she warmly said.

I leaned in to kiss her, feeling the softness of her lips against mine. It was a simple gesture, but after last night it was important to me that she knew I loved her just as much as I ever did.

The news of last night was a lot to digest, yet somehow knowing what I did now made me feel closer to my wife than ever before. It was as if the final piece of the Hannah puzzle was put in place.

I slid my hand through Hannah's messy blonde locks. "I want to join you and your parents in bed," I told her. "I need to see you fucking your parents."

Hannah hugged me tight and kissed me. "I love you, Tim. You won't regret this," Hannah gushed.

We made our way to the kitchen, both desperate for coffee. What we found there was shocking for both of us.

Lynne was sitting at the table with her robe wide open. My mother-in-law's tits were on full display. My heart beat in my chest as I took in Lynne's outstanding breasts. It was hard not to think about the previous night's revelations while looking at the beautiful woman before me.

"Mom," Hannah called out, trying to get her mom to cover up.

"Oh, stop being such a prude. They are just breasts," Lynne retorted, pulling her robe closed for her daughter's comfort.

They were just breasts, but they were also some of the most amazing tits I had ever seen. Images of Hannah sucking on her mom's nipples flooded my mind. My cock hardened in my trunks, begging for attention.

"We were thinking of going for a swim. Would you like to join us, Mom?" Hannah asked.

We had already changed into our swimwear and couldn't wait to sit by the pool with our coffee.

"Dad is still in bed. I'll be out when he wakes up," Lynne responded.

Hannah and I made our way to the patio to enjoy our coffee and the morning sun. After last night, it was nice to sit quietly in the serene atmosphere of Hannah's parents' backyard. As we sat there, I marveled at my wife's beauty. Her blonde hair was tousled from sleep, and the sun brought out the highlights in her hair.

When Hannah finished her coffee, she stood up and pulled off her black lace cover-up. I was momentarily stunned by what I saw. She was wearing a white Wicked Weasel bikini that was practically sheer. The thin straps barely covered her breasts, and I could make out the outlines of her nipples and vulva.

While I knew her family embraced showing off their bodies, I couldn't believe she was wearing such a provocative bikini at her parents' house. I paused for a moment and took a deep breath before looking up and down at my wife.

Hannah's bikini left little to the imagination, and my heart raced as I fantasized about what would happen when she entered the water. I hoped the bikini would become completely see-through, showing off her body to her parents and me. I felt a stirring in my cock at the naughty thought of Hannah wanting to show off her body to the three of us.

Hannah noticed my reaction and grinned mischievously. "Like what you see, babe?" she seductively asked.

I swallowed hard, feeling my face flush with desire. "You look amazing," I managed to get out.

Hannah walked over to me, her hips swaying alluringly as she did. She sat down on my lap, and I could feel the heat of her body against mine. "I got this bikini just for you," she whispered, her lips hovering over mine.

I couldn't resist any longer and pulled her into a deep kiss. The taste of her on my lips was intoxicating, and I knew I wanted her more than anything else.

As we pulled away from each other, Hannah stood up, a wicked gleam in her eyes. "Race you to the water," she said before diving in.

I followed her, the cool water a shock to my system as I dove in after Hannah. Hannah rose up in front of me, her blonde hair slicked back and clinging to her shoulders. I wrapped my arms around my wife as my eyes followed the cascading water down to her supple tits.

The water soaked into the bikini fabric, making it transparent, leaving her nipples out for all the world to see. Hannah's nipples were hard and stood at attention. I felt a surge of desire wash over me and had to fight every instinct I had not to reach up and play with her sensitive nubs.

Hannah caught me looking at her and gave me a playful smile. "Like what you see, Tim?" she asked, her voice overwhelmed with lust.

I couldn't help but nod, my eyes locked on her body. "You look incredible," I managed to respond.

I was overwhelmed with desire and was doing everything I could to control myself. Hannah seemed to have no want to control herself at all. I rarely saw this side of Hannah, and a part of me was afraid of following her down this path.

Hannah pressed her body closer to me as her eraser-sized nipples rubbed against my chest. "I'm glad you like my bikini," she whispered, her hand rubbing the outline of my hard cock through my trunks.

I couldn't resist any longer and pulled her in for a deep kiss. The water was cool around us, but the heat of our passion was palpable.

As our kiss intensified, I pulled Hannah's bikini bottoms to the side and began rubbing up and down her slick pussy lips. Even in the water, I could feel how wet her pussy was.

Hannah pulled away from our kiss momentarily. "You bad boy, playing with my wet cunt in my parents' pool. What would happen if my parents walked out?" she purred.

I nibbled at her lips as I slid a finger deep inside her tight cunt. She gasped while pushing her hips against my finger.

My palm pressed against Hannah's clit as she rode my finger. Hannah's mouth was agape as she moaned loudly. Hannah didn't seem to care who heard her at this point. All she cared about now was cumming, and I was all too happy to make that happen.

"I bet you want your folks to find me fingering you. You are such a bad girl who loves her father's cock. Does my little slut want to cum on my fingers while your parents watch?" I whispered into Hannah's ear, my warm breath sending shivers down to her pussy.

"Oh god, Mom," Hannah moaned as her eyes widened.

I turned around to see my mother-in-law standing there at the side of the pool in a white bandeau bikini that did little to hide her sexy body. Despite her age, Lynne looked breathtaking.

Seeing her mother standing there in her tiny bikini while my fingers filled her cunt, sent Hannah into a frenzy, making her cum all over my digits.

"Ugh," Hannah groaned, pulling me into a deep kiss.

I felt conflicted knowing Lynne was standing right there, but I couldn't hold back my primal urges as Hannah held me close.

Hannah looked up at her mother and began to laugh. "Sorry, Mommy. We thought we would be alone for a bit longer."

Lynne grinned mischievously. "Well, I hoped I didn't stop you from getting to the good part!"

I slid my fingers out of Hannah's pussy and quickly reassured Lynne that we were all good. I desperately wanted to take the attention off Hannah and me, so I asked where Matt was.

"Oh, my lazy husband is still in bed," Lynne giggled.

Hannah moved towards the pool stairs. "I think I am going to tan," she announced.

As Hannah exited the pool, her bikini clung to her wet body. The see-through fabric left nothing to the imagination. My wife's hard nipples and swollen labia were on display for her mother and me to see. My eyes followed her every move as she walked over to the sun loungers, her hips swaying seductively with each step. It felt like she was putting on a show for me, her mother being there be damned.

Hannah pulled out a bottle of tanning oil and started to apply it to her body, her movements slow and sensual. She started at her shoulders, working her way down to her chest and stomach and then to her legs. Her hands moved in smooth motions, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire as I watched her.

Lynne noticed my gaze and chuckled. "Looks like you're enjoying my daughter's show," she said with a sly grin.

I blushed, feeling called out. "Uh, yeah, sorry about that," I mumbled.

I could tell Hannah was still feeling frisky. She looked over at her mother and held out the bottle of tanning oil. "Would you mind?" she asked.

Lynne grinned, took the bottle, and applied the oil to Hannah's back. Her movements were slower and more deliberate than Hannah's, and I could see the tension building between them as they touched.

As Lynne's hands moved down to Hannah's lower back, Hannah let out a soft moan of pleasure. I felt a pang of jealousy and desire all at once, knowing that I wanted to be the one touching my wife's body like that.

The tension between them continued to build, and I watched as they grew closer, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.

As Lynne started applying the tanning oil to Hannah's back, I couldn't help but notice the intimacy between them. Lynne's fingers trailed over Hannah's skin in a way that was both sensual and erotic.

Hannah's body tensed as Lynne's hands moved lower, down to the small of her back. Lynne's hands cupped Hannah's bare ass, massaging the oil into her tight bum. Hannah's breathing became more rapid, and her eyes closed in pleasure.

I couldn't help but be turned on by Lynne touching her daughter so sensually.

Hannah spread her legs wide. "Don't forget to do my legs, Mommy."

Lynne started at Hannah's ankles, gingerly applying the oil to her daughter's legs as she made her way up to her daughter's crotch. Hannah looked at me, licked her lips, and smiled. She knew the effect this was having on me and loved every minute of it.

I could smell the arousal coming off of my wife's wet cunt, and there was no way my mother-in-law could miss it. As Lynne dragged her nails up Hannah's inner thighs, her eyes met mine. There was no mistaking the lust on Lynne's face, and at this point, she had stopped trying to hide it.

My cock was begging for attention as I watched the show before me. I discreetly rubbed my hard-on through my trunks to try and give myself some relief. Yet, I felt little relief as I saw the back of Lynne's hand brush against my wife's cunt while she rubbed the oil into her daughter's thighs.

Hannah's hips pushed against her mother's hand as moans escaped her mouth.

As Lynne finished applying the tanning oil to Hannah's body, she leaned in close, her lips brushing against Hannah's ear. "You're so beautiful," she whispered, her breath hot against Hannah's skin.

Hannah turned her head, her lips meeting her mother's. It was a soft, quick kiss, but the sexual tension between mother and daughter was palpable. I watched in awe as they kissed.

Eventually, they pulled away from each other, their eyes locked in a shared moment of intense intimacy. As they turned to face me, I could see the desire burning in their eyes.

"Would you like some help putting tanning oil on Tim?" Lynne asked, her eyes still glassy with lust.

I froze, unsure what to do. My cock screamed at me to allow this beautiful older woman to run her hands over my body, but I worried I wouldn't be able to control myself.

I scanned Hannah's face, desperately looking for hints about what to do. Hannah nodded her head, smiling at me, before licking her lips.

As I lay on my stomach, getting ready for my mother-in-law's touch, I couldn't help but notice the changes in Hannah since she told me about her relationship with her folks. It was as if this part of her that she had repressed for so long was finally unleashed, and she felt free to be her whole self for the first time in years, if ever.

My mother-in-law mounted my body, sitting on my ass. Her smooth legs rubbed against mine as she ground her bikini bottom into my firm butt.

"Was Hannah's mom trying to get herself off while she rubbed tanning oil on me?" I thought to myself.

Lynne splashed oil onto her hands before dripping the excess oil onto my back. Her slim, delicate fingers slowly trailed down my back, rubbing the tanning oil deep into my pores. I couldn't help but moan from her tender touch.

"You have such a strong back," Lynne beamed.

Lynne leaned forward, her warm breath blowing on my ears while her breasts pressed into my now-oiled back.

Gone was any pretense that this was an innocent massage. Lynne rubbed her breasts against my back, the slick tanning oil facilitating her movements. My cock strained against the lounge chair as Lynne pressed her body into mine.

I looked at my wife for some sign of what I should do. Hannah's eyes were glassed over with lust as she took in the scene before her. I noticed my wife's legs rubbing together, trying to provide her pussy with some relief.

Before I knew it, Lynne dismounted me and moved to her own lounge chair.

"My turn," Lynne giggled.

As Lynne began applying the tanning oil to her body, Hannah and I watched in amazement. She took her time, savoring every moment of the experience. Lynne started with her arms, rubbing the oil into her skin gradually. I could see the muscles in her arms flexing as she worked, and I couldn't help but imagine being able to touch her like that.

Lynne turned toward Hannah and me and looked us straight in the eyes. She poured more oil onto her hands, then rubbed it into the exposed parts of her breasts. Her movements were deliberate, as if Lynne was putting on a show for Hannah and me. I could see her nipples hardening as she grazed the skin around her bikini top. Licking her lips, Lynne slipped her hands under her bikini and rubbed the oil onto her nipples. Before pulling her hands out, Lynne cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples hard between her fingers, causing a moan to escape her mouth.

We watched Lynne trail her hands down her taut stomach before applying the oil to her long legs. Lynne poured a generous amount of oil onto her hands and kneaded it into her wide-open legs. She took her time, caressing her meaty thighs, making sure every inch was covered.

As Lynne finished, I tried to tear my eyes away from her, but it was impossible. Lynne was like a goddess. Only the voice of Matt saying good morning brought Hannah and me out of our trance.

"Morning, sleepy pie," Lynne said, kissing her husband good morning.

This was the first time I had seen Hannah's father since discovering that he and Hannah had been fucking for years.

I couldn't help but look at Matt differently. Matt was a good-looking guy with washboard abs and sawdust-colored hair. He looked like an aged surfer who could easily get women if he tried. I would never have imagined that one of those women was his daughter, but the more I fantasized about it, the hotter I found it. I needed to see them together in real life.

Matt sat beside his wife as the four of us silently relaxed there. The sexual tension in the air was palpable. My heart was beating out of my chest, uncertain of what would happen next.

Suddenly, Hannah blurted out, "I told Tim about us last night!"

Before they could react, I told them, "I understand, and I am totally okay with it. Hannah is amazing, and I could tell how much you all love each other," I explained.

Matt and Lynne looked at each other, uncertain of how to process this new revelation.

"I guess that explains why the two of you have been so frisky this morning," Lynne teased, trying to break some of the tension.

Matt chuckled, "I feel like I missed something. This is what I get for sleeping in for once."

The four of us laughed at the insanity of the situation.

"So, what does this mean?" Matt wondered.

Hannah got up from her lounge chair. Her Wicked Weasel bikini was still see-through, leaving her tits and pussy exposed. I could see Matt eyeing his daughter's tight body.

I watched intently as Hannah mounted her father's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Tim and I talked about it, and we want the four of us to be together," Hannah grinned before kissing her father.

Time slowed as I watched Hannah kiss her father for the first time. I could tell that Matt was initially resistant to kissing his daughter...