While I wasn’t opposed to nudity in the house, this was something entirely new, but I rolled with it. “Okay,” I said uncertainly and went over to the part of the kitchen where we had all of our coffee fixings- mugs, creamer, sugar, several types of coffee and teas and the coffee maker itself. Bless her, Marie had already brewed a fresh pot. As I started to prepare a cup of joe for myself, I said, “So… you’re not worried about the girls seeing you like this?”
She put the frying pan down and turned to look at me with a playful smile on her face. “Why not? They’re women, too. It’s not like I have something they haven’t seen before. And, considering that we had a threesome last night while you were asleep, I figured that hiding myself was a moot point.”
I stopped pouring the coffee for a moment and looked at her slowly. “You had a…”
She walked up to me with a sultry swagger. “The girls and I had a long talk last night. Some things are going to change around here and if you know what’s good for you, you’ll just go with it. Trust me: you won’t be disappointed.” I arched a curious eyebrow at my wife. While she isn’t a lesbian, she HAS been known to dabble from time to time, especially before the girls came along. We weren’t swingers, not even back then, but when we were younger, our sex life had been a little on the adventurous side. Since the girls came into our life, however, we’d only ever been with each other and no one else. Throughout the years we roleplayed quite a bit, even including incest scenarios (something we both enjoyed- neither of us had a taboo about the subject, really), but bringing another woman into our bed was something that had never again come up. To hear that she’d had sex with our twin daughters last night, on the heels of having had sex with me, was quite a surprise. “I told you,” she said throatily, “I WANT grandchildren. The girls and I have come to an agreement.”
“And that is…?” I asked.
At that moment, both our daughters came into the kitchen. Both were naked as the day they were born (a day I will never forget). If not for the fact that Lisa likes to keep her hair just a touch shorter than Kim, I wouldn’t have been able to tell them apart- shaved pussies and all. “Hi, Daddy!” Kim said brightly as she came in and made a beeline for the counter area where the food was waiting to be set out. Her twin sister parroted her happy greeting and followed suit. Within seconds, breakfast had been placed on the table and they were already set about the task of getting out plates and silverware. Naked and acting as though it was perfectly normal, like this happened all the time.
I looked at my wife questioningly, but she said nothing as she took off her apron, draped it over the back of her chair and joined our daughters in nudity. When I just stood there in utter bafflement, she pulled out her chair and looked at me expectantly. “Are you joining us for breakfast, honey, or not?”
I numbly nodded and took my customary seat at the head of the table while I watched my naked teen daughters finish setting the table. When they sat down, all three women stared at me with bemused grins on their faces. “All right,” I said finally, “what gives?”