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I woke the next morning to a coffee being lowered onto my bedside table, by my loving wife.
“It’s nearly ten,” she said as she went round to her side, shed her robe and got into bed.
“Thanks,” I sat up a bit and took a sip, “I was tired.”
“Zanzie certainly knows how to keep you going.” Amanda snuggled up to me.
“I kept thinking that was it,” I smiled, putting an arm round her, “then she found something else to do to me... Mandz.”
“You can call me ‘Mandz’.”
“I thought you didn’t like having it shortened?”
“I just didn’t want to be ‘Randy Mandy’ at Uni.”
“It would’ve stuck,” I grinned.
“I wasn’t that bad, it was just with you I was really bad.”
“Now it’s with Saffie and Zanzie.”
“And you!” she reached to caress my cock, which was hard, and not quite as achey as it had been after Zann had finished with it. “But they are a pair aren’t they? Now Zanz has woken Saffie up to sex.”
“Saffie’s so aware of sex now, it makes it quite natural.”
“Mmmm, she’s just waiting to be touched all the time,” Mandz murmured.
“They’re not easy to resist.”
“Making me hot just having them around. Finish your coffee first.”
So Saturday started the way Friday had finished, with my cock being worked over in a vibrant vagina. As always it was a thrill to feel a gorgeous female enjoying euphoria with me, and as always then I was tired. Still, with the coffee I was awake, so I went downstairs, in a robe like Amanda, to find the girls finishing breakfast.
“Morning Dad,” Saffie came and kissed me, which she hadn’t been doing since she was ten. She was in a fresh tee, of Zann’s, and that was all as she pressed her tits into me. I absently stroked down her slim back and over her tight ass, and carelessly let her push her tongue between my lips, so I had to have a deep kiss with her. She made it last for a few seconds before going back to the other side of the kitchen table, sharing a grin with Zann and leaving me with a tingle.
“Do you work Saturdays?” asked Zann, coming for a teasing kiss as well.
“Sometimes,” I had to smile at her.
“Cos I wouldn’t mind trying an idea we had.”
“Oh well you can use the office, feel free.”
“Thanks,” she rewarded me with an electrifying smile, “you coming Saffs?”
She swayed out in her skin-tight tank and boy-cut panties, with Saffie’s hand on one asscheek, inside the panties.
“Toast?” asked Amanda.
“Thanks,” I dragged my eyes away from the door.
“We ought to catch up in the garden, after breakfast?”
“Okay.”
So we cut the grass, trimmed some shrubs and did a bit of weeding. As always it was therapeutic, and we came in for lunch feeling we’d earned it. There was no sign of the girls, so I went up to get them. There they were at their desk, close together so they could be touching shoulders and arms and legs.
“Oh hi Dad,” Saffie looked up, “come and have a look.”
I went over and stood behind them. On Zann’s monitor were six graphics: the ice cream with a simple tongue shape, one with a tongue and lower lip, one with a tongue and both lips, one with two tongues on opposite sides, and one with two tongues and lips.
“This is another idea,” Saffie pointed to her laptop screen. It was a half-round scoop shape, on the end of a cone that was tilted at forty-five degrees. Gravity appeared to have dragged the ice-cream down a bit, so that the upper side had a shallow downward curve and the underside was more bulging. To complete the effect there was a pink cherry on the tip.
“Very good,” I congratulated them, “but you can’t have a breast Saffie, that’s over the top.”
“It’d be a controversy,” said Zann. “They could just deny it’s meant to be a breast then people will argue.”
“What could I say it’s supposed to be?”
“That it’s very soft,” argued Saffie, “and it’s getting warm so you have to eat it quickly. It’s showing the texture.”
I laughed. It was ingenious, but I couldn’t see my client’s earnest, ambitious brand people going for it. Still, I didn’t want to discourage the girls, especially with it seeming to be Saffie’s work. Doing constructive things at the weekend was a positive development. “Okay, well it’s original and you’ve done it very well, maybe I can develop it, and the tongue ones really have potential.”
“We were thinking the two-tongue ones could be about it bringing people together,” said Zann. “Like a dating ice-cream, kind of thing.”
Talking of bringing people together, I realised I’d gradually come right up to the back of their chairs, lured by their scantily-clad bodies and how they were casually touching each other all the time. It was such a natural part of their interaction it made me want to touch them as well, of course.
“Interesting concept,” I said, “anyway are you coming down for lunch?” If not I was going to have to fuck somebody, then it would be both of them, plus Amanda coming to see what was going on, and that would be lunchtime and half the afternoon gone, at least.
“Okay,” Zann stood up. “We’ve got Lizzie coming round afterwards.”
“A friend?”
“Yes she’s in our year,” said Saffie.
“Alright,” I said. I’d been thinking of a bit of nude sunbathing after lunch, with the sun being out again, but I supposed it wouldn’t be the end of the world to wear trunks, and postpone the amazing sex till the evening.
So we went down, ate and adjourned to the garden.
“We can go nude till she arrives,” smiled Amanda as she stripped off. She parked her new little bikini handy and lay down, on a towel next to me on the grass, ready to have sun oil massaged into her immaculate body. I followed suit, as it were, and went naked for a while too while I celebrated her body with hands and oil. On the patio next to us Zann was doing the massage on Saffie, likewise both with their bikinis on standby.
So I had to hide my disappointment twenty minutes later when the doorbell went, and Zann stood up and slipped on her bikini to go and answer it. Rather late I hoped it wasn’t a neighbour, and made a mental note to offer to get Zann a new bikini. The rest of us quickly put our cozzies on too and Saffie disappeared inside. To my relief there were distant greetings and laughs, which faded as the girls went up to Saffie and Zann’s room.
“Bet she’s pretty,” Amanda giggled, massaging my back.
“You don’t think...?”
“It was Zann who went to the door.”
“Oh, is that all the evidence you need? Isn’t that just her usual impertinence?”
“What’s the first word you think of when I say ‘Zoe-Ann’?”
“Sex,” I smiled.
“Right. How many of her friends will be fat and frumpy, do you suppose? You have realised it was that bikini that set things off? Saffs mentioning it to her friends with being unsure about it and then Zann asking for a selfie...”
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