Wesley looked at his wife.
“Jean Paul is in this too? What a small world!”
“A small world,” Sachita agreed, explaining as her father helped her remove her arms from her wrap, “Gaëlle, Cassandra and Bel were all there last year and I think it was through the foreigners that I got invited. They just told me we’d be going to a party where I would be able not only to give free rein to my exhibitionist tendencies as I have been doing lately, but also get more physical contacts.”
“You’ve been doing exhibitionism?” Wesley asked, caressing the now naked Sachita’s boobs. “Naughty girl!”
“Yes, Dad,” she answered, “and more often than you would imagine. But as much as I liked the exhilaration it brought, I always felt frustrated at the end, like I needed something else to complete the experience.”
“I understand,” her mother said, holding her son’s head close to her tit as he sucked the nipple, “that’s also what I felt until your father brought me release. I mean the first times we went about it.”
“We?” Kevin said, lifting his mouth off his job.
“Well,” his mother said, putting him back to work, “exhibitionism works best when you have an accomplice to watch and to encourage you. That’s what your father was and also the one to release the steam at the end.”
“Oh, you’re so right, Mam” Sachita agreed, biting her lip, a spark running through her body as her father set about treating her the same way his son was treating his wife. “The girls watching always adds a dimension to it and the way they dare, helps you to cross that final hurdle of embarrassed indecision.” Then she swallowed and told them the potentially more shocking revelation. “And they also did a wonderful job releasing my built-up pressure afterwards… just as I did theirs.”
“You’re a pussy eater?” her mother asked, with a surprising amount of hunger in her voice.
“Almost each time we are on a flash errand,” Sachita admitted. “But,” she added as she pressed her father’s head against her breasts, “as delightful as it is, the girls’ ministrations don’t completely fulfil the demand afterwards, at least for me. I think, as much as I like pussy, I much prefer cock.”
“That’s my girl,” Miranda remarked as she licked the cock that her son was now presenting to her. She recognised the upward curve that had provided so much delight last night and launched into preparing it again for a similar task.
Next to them, Wesley’s fingers had found their way to his daughter’s dripping snatch and were happily foraging inside.
“I think,” Sachita said raggedly, “we’ll continue this conversation later. We have some more important business to attend to right now.” Saying which, she gave out a loud moan as she came a first time under her father’s expert fingers.