My wife of seventeen years was getting ready to leave on a business trip. Her curvaceous form glided across the floor as she packed for her trip. I watched the sway of her hips and the bounce of her tits with lust in my hurt and a throb in my groin. Sherry had just stepped out of the shower, throwing on a lacey black bra that barely contained her 34D breast and her black butterfly thong that I thought was her sexiest. Her long blond hair was still wet but it only made her sparkling blue eyes sparkle even more.
Sherry had always been a beautiful woman but when I meet her 20 years ago she had been a shy little thing, innocent and pure. I meet her at freshman orientation at the university we had attended. I was a sophomore leader of one of the small groups and she was one of my charges for that weekend. We hit it off right away and before the semester was over we started dating and were married the summer of the following year.
When we got married Sherry was 5’6” tall and weighed 120 lbs. Her measurements were not extraordinary but they were feminine and beautiful at 32B-26-34. Over the years her body and weight changed after the girls were born and then about three years ago she wanted to get implants. I was thrilled about it but concerned as I had heard that at times implants rupture and burst. After my mind was set at ease she had the surgery. Now at 38 with a porn stars measurements of 34D-28-36 and a weight of 130 lbs, she had a huge sexual appetite to match.
Before her shower, Sherry had taken care of my morning wood but watching her get ready I wanted her again. I grabbed her as she passed by and threw her on the bed. I started kissing her and moved across her face to her left ear lobe. This was usually all it took to get her hot and ready for action but she pushed me up. “We can’t J. Jay. I have to get ready to go.”
“I can’t help myself Sherry, you’re just so damn hot.” I said, as I looked down on her body.
“So are you, but I HAVE to get ready to go.” Sherry pushed past me as she got off the bed and put the last of her clothes into her bag.
I did look good for my age. Most men at my age have let themselves go. I lift, swim, bike and run; and though I don’t have a hard body; I do have an athletic one. Sherry came over to the bed and kissed me on the lips and caressed my face with one hand and my hard cock with the other.
“Will send the girls to my mom’s next weekend and I promise we will spend the whole weekend making it up to each other.” Sherry said as she kissed me once again.
I reached up and pulled the lace that held her left tit in and then tweaked her nipple. “Promise.”
“Promise.” She said as she smiled and grabbed her business suit off the bed and walked back into the bathroom.
“Well I hope that you and the girls have a nice weekend in Chicago. I will miss my girls. The house will be pretty lonely without you.” I looked forward to this weekend, actually. Sherry always took the girls with her on this yearly business conference. She knew that by taking the girls with her it kept all the wolves that prowled the conferences at bay, the ones who were looking for a conference fling. I would have gone too if my job at the school would allow for it. However, with Sherry and the girls gone I got to be a bachelor for the weekend and go out with the boys and do manly things.
“Don’t forget you need to take Nora to the photographer to get her head shots for the Apple Days Festival.” Sherry called out from the bathroom.
“What?”
“Nora has an appointment this afternoon at All Dolled Up for her pictures for the Apple Queen Candidate.” Sherry said as she stuck her head around the corner and looked at me.
“But...”
“I know that this is your bachelor weekend but it can’t be helped. The pictures are due next Friday and this was the only day I could get her in. Besides she’s old enough now to stay home on her own. After she’s done with her pictures the two of you don’t have to hang out with each other.”
“I know but now I can’t be a slob all weekend.” I pouted.
“I know baby it’s just awful isn’t it.” She said as she walked passed me and patted my check. “I guess you’ll have to get over it or pout all weekend.”
“You are going to owe me big next weekend.” I said as I jumped off the bed and grabbed her around the waist.
“I, promised, didn’t I.”
“Yes, you did.” I kissed her long and hard giving her a taste of what I wanted to do to her.
“Sorry,” she said a little out of breath. “We have to go. Liz, Aimee; it is time to go.”
I heard Aimee squeal with delight as my ten year old came tearing out of her bedroom and raced down the stairs. Nora, my 16 year old, followed behind her and watched from the top of the stairs.
“Wish you were going too.” I asked her as I gave her a side hug.
“A little but I understand. I think Liz would rather stay here, though.” I watched my 14 year old drag her suitcase from the room she shared with Aimee and walk down the stairs like a prisoner taking the final walk. I chuckled at my drama queen. Sherry pushed past Nora and me and then we followed her to the front door.
We said our goodbyes and then three of my four girls were gone for the weekend. Nora finished getting ready for school and then the two of us were off as well.
After school Nora meet me in my room and we headed over to the photo studio. Nora hadn’t had a great day at school, I could tell from the way she scowled out the front window and from her short, curt answers to my questions as we drove. I tried to get her to talk but no dice. So most of the drive was passed in silence. When we arrived at All Dolled Up we got out of the car.
“Do you have your dress?” I asked.
She sighed and said, “Yes, it’s in the trunk.”
I walked back to the trunk and popped it open and handed her the garment bag. Together we walked inside and up to the reception desk. The girl behind the counter looked up from her computer and said, “May I help you?”
I looked down at her and noticed a fine set of boobs straining at the shirt that barely held her in, I almost swallowed my voice, but instead I swallowed hard and said, “Yes, my daughter has a 3:45 appointment.”
“Oh, yes. Nora McDonald. I will send the photographer up to meet you after I take Nora to the back to get changed.”
As the receptionist stood up I noticed her nametag, which read “Sara”. She motioned to Nora to follow her and they walked to the back of the studio. I looked around the waiting area at the photos on the wall, that I assumed the photographer had taken.
I was soon joined by a man who introduced himself as Paul, “How are you doing today, Mr. McDonald?” He asked after the introductions.
“Not bad.” I wasn’t in the mood for the whole run around that was always a part of the sales pitch but I knew he was just trying to make a living.
“Glad to hear it. So can I interest you in a whole package today? For only 30 dollars more we can do several costume changes and several background changes.”
“Thanks but no. We are only getting the headshots for the Apple Days Festival nothing else.” I caught movement out of the corner of my eye and looked up to see my sixteen year old daughter walk out from the back with a white bikini that barely covered up her nipples and pussy in the front she twirled around to expose the string that ran up her ass and asked, “What do you think?”
I couldn’t believe how much she looked like her mother when we first got married with those perky little tits, the long flowing blond hair, and the beautifully rounded ass but the word “No” came out so fast it made her stop in mid turn. The only difference was her green eyes and that was what helped me focus on the fact she was my daughter.
“Please...” she begged.
“No, go put the dress on.” She turned around and obeyed but I saw the photographer watching my baby girl and I almost punched him on the spot.
He turned back to me and saw the look in my eye as he started to speak. “Are you sure...never mind. Just the head shots then.”
“Yes.” Was all I said but I watched him the rest of the time Nora and I were there.
At the end of the session Nora changed back into her street clothes and as we left Sara came out in the same bikini that Nora had been in. Paul told her to stand in front of the backdrop and started taking her picture. The bikini had been small on Nora but on Sara it was barely there at all. I made a mental note to buy one for Sherry and a mental picture of Sara for later that evening.
When Nora had come out of the backroom she pushed past me and stormed to the car. Even without the show I knew she would be mad. Nora always throws a temper when she doesn’t get her way. I was going to have to smooth this out or this weekend would be miserable.
When we got into the car she stared out the passenger’s window and wouldn’t even look at me.
“I am sorry that you didn’t get to wear the bikini Nora but I couldn’t let that pervert take pictures of my little girl half naked.”
“But I looked really good in that bikini.
