I wearily nodded back at her. She was right. While it had been easily the most exciting and thrilling experience to fuck BOTH of my daughters, doing so had taken the starch out of me. “What about you, my love?” I asked her. “Care to join me while I wash up?”
My wife considered it for a moment and then shook her head. “After what I just witnessed, I think I need to relieve some stress of my own. I’d only distract you in the shower and probably end up demanding something you wouldn’t be able to provide just yet, which wouldn’t be fair to either of us. You go ahead and take a shower. I’ll be waiting for you in bed for that nap.” She bent down to kiss each of our daughters, tongue and all, and thanked them again for giving themselves to me.
“It was our pleasure,” they answered in unison. Then, Lisa and then Kim, offered their thanks to me for being their first.
I smirked at them playfully and said, “I have a feeling that was your pleasure, too. But I’m glad I got to share in it with you, girls. After this, I think we can all assume I’ll be much busier, sexually speaking, in the future. Yes?”
“Most definitely!” my wife agreed with a gentle pat on my behind. “Shower. Now.” She pushed me towards the door and followed me out, pausing just long enough to blow a kiss to our well-fucked daughters, who waved back at her gaily.
When she pulled the bedroom door closed behind us, Marie looked up at me with a huge smile. “I love you.”
I pulled her into a loving embrace and, just before I kissed her deeply, I answered, “I love you, too.”