Every night after dinner we would watch TV while sitting on the sofa. We would very seldom wear any clothes, and I couldn’t resist playing with her tits. That would lead to her playing with my cock, which would lead to her giving me a blowjob, which would lead to me eating her pussy, which would lead to us fucking our brains out until we were exhausted, and then we would go to bed.
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The following Friday, my dad called and asked if I could pick him up at the airport at 3:00 pm. I told him I would be glad to. I pulled up outside baggage claim just as he was coming out the door. We chatted on the way home. I asked how his trip had gone, and he said it was good, as well as productive. He asked me if I had gotten to know Heather a little better while he was gone. I think I blushed when I answered, “Yes, we got to know each other really well. She is an intelligent woman and a good conversationalist. I can see why you asked her to marry you.”
He smiled and said, “I’m glad to hear that. I was really hoping you two would hit it off. And speaking of marriage, you are going to be my best man, right?”
“Nothing would please me more, Dad.” I was thinking, “The bride already knows who the BEST man is,” but I didn’t say that.
I asked, “When’s the wedding anyway?”
“We really haven’t set a date yet. I wanted to wait until I knew you two were going to hit it off. I guess we can discuss it this weekend.”
I helped Heather in the kitchen making a nice dinner for the three of us. As usual, we had a nice conversation. Dad said the Phoenix office was a mess and he would probably have to make some personnel changes. Then he said, “Heather, John said you two hit it off while I was gone. I was really glad to hear that. He asked me when we were planning to get married, and I told him we had been waiting to make sure you guys would get along. I don’t see any reason to wait. Let’s look at the calendar and look at dates. Then we need to pick a location and make sure it’s available on the dates we pick. I asked John to be my best man. Do you have someone in mind to be your maid of honor?”
Heather answered, “I haven’t given it a lot of thought, but I would probably ask my niece, Cindy. She’s my sister’s daughter.” Then she looked at me and said, “I think you will really like her. She’s 19, but people say we look like twins. Can I trust you with her? I know there’s a tradition where the best man nails the maid of honor on the wedding night.”
I looked back and forth from her to my dad and back to her. I said, “I’m shocked, and a little bit offended that you would ask me that. I am the epitomy of virtue.”
We all had a laugh, which lightened the mood enough for Heather to start our difficult conversation. “Harry, I want you to know, John was only half kidding when he said that. I had a long talk with him, and I explained our arrangement. I actually had to convince him that it was alright for us to have sex. He said he didn’t want to hurt you. When I explained what you had told me, he reluctantly agreed. And as for your concern that I would need someone who could keep me satisfied, I can assure you that he fits the bill. We can keep this in house, and I can’t imagine why I would ever need to stray. I am perfectly happy with our arrangement, but I think John may still have some concerns.”