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I had no more meetings so I knocked off work early, skipping lunch and going straight home. It’s a brisk fall day. The sun is bright and there is a light breeze. It’s a perfect day for a run in the park.
Our house is situated on a small hill that slopes from the street in front down toward the horse property behind us. This allows us to have a walk-out basement, half of which is my gym.
My gym has 16 feet of picture windows overlooking the pond. In the corner, I have our two treadmills facing the glass for those runs Anne and I do in bad weather. Between the treadmills and the French doors is our hot tub. The rest of the space is filled with a pro cable setup (two opposing pillars with cables connected by a bridge with chinning and pull up mounts), two adjustable benches, and a selection of free weights. The other side of the basement has a 6-seat sauna, a shower room and the laundry.
Since the laundry and shower are in the basement, I often start and end my runs down here. I lay out towels on one of the benches in preparation for my strength training when I get home.
Before I leave the house, I need to coordinate with Anne on dinner. I think she’s going shopping after work.
**From your Daddy** *Hey Babe, it’s your turn to plan dinner, right? I left work early so I’m going for a run then working out. Let me know if you need me to do something else.*
**From my Hot Lover** *Oh, right. I am going Christmas shopping before I come home. I’ll pick up something. Enjoy your run.*
**From your Daddy** *OK. See you soon. :**
That’s set. Headphones on. I slip my phone into my armband and I’m out the French doors. The first 50 yards is a nice climb toward the street which I immediately feel in my calves. The 3-block run to the park is mostly level. I must not be the only one thinking this is a great day for sun and fresh air. I passed several strollers. Judging by the youthful appearance of the women pushing them, they must be *Au* *Pairs*.
Inside the park, the playground equipment was bustling with kids running from slide to swing to seesaw. I smiled as I made my way back to the trail through the woods. The sun feels so warm on my blue, long sleeve t-shirt. Almost warm enough to take it off, but as I neared the trees I soon felt the cooler air.
At 10 minutes, I had covered the half-mile from the house to the park and was well into the 2-mile trail. I was soon enveloped in mottled shade. Although perspiring, I quaked in a shiver from the chilly air. It should be just 30 minutes to get back to the warmth of my gym. I pressed on trying not to let myself quit just because of a little cool air. It didn’t take long for me to settle into a comfortable rhythm. It is brisk, but my run generated enough heat and the day and scenery are so beautiful.
Nearly all the leaves are down now. This is such a different feel from when Anne and I walked here last month. As I continued down the trail, I felt a stirring when I neared the stand of Austrian pines where we played. What a day that was. It’s amazing how much I learned about my girls in that one day. I am sure I should have picked up something just from the swinger-oriented dating site where we met. But Anne is so much more than a swinger. She has a sense about sex that goes far beyond swinging. How much brain power must she have to keep a career and conceive all these sexual exploits for herself, her daughter, and me.
I pressed on with my run and exited the woods at the other side of the park. The playground was changing. School-aged kids were taking over the equipment and someone was putting nets up on the soccer goals for after-school practice. I made it back to the park entrance with 10 minutes to go.
As I descended the side yard from the street I checked my watch. Just past 3. My pace was perfect on this run. It was almost exactly 50 minutes from start to finish.
Once inside the basement, I made a beeline for the fridge for a cold bottle of water. As I walked back toward the cable set to start my strength training, I heard some giggles coming from two heads just barely showing above the edge of the hot tub. Then I saw the backpacks and two piles of clothes—blouses, plaid skirts, shoes and socks—on the treadmill.
“Hi Daddy,” Honey said “this is my friend Heather. Mom said we could relax in the hot tub and watch you exercise.” She gave me an exaggerated wink as she said *watch*.
“Oh, nice. Enjoy the hot tub. I need to go to the bathroom first. I’ll be starting in a few minutes.” Oh boy. This is awkward. I think I better check with Anne. I don’t know this girl Heather.
When I got to the bathroom, I dialed Anne’s phone. She picked up almost immediately. “Hi Baby, did you get the roses?” I said, per our arrangement.
“Yes, they’re lovely, ha ha. what’s up, sweetheart?” she said.
“Honey and Heather are here in the hot tub. Honey says you said it was okay for them to hot tub and watch me exercise.”
“That’s right. Heather’s mom and I do yoga together and had some discussions over juice afterward. She’s divorced and the dad is not around. Heather is in a lot of Honey’s classes, including psych. She’s almost 19 and her mom thinks it’s good to get her some experience with someone she trusts. Have fun with it; we can talk about it at bedtime.”
“You never cease to amaze. I love you so much. I can’t wait to see what you bring for dinner. I’m sure I’ll be needing some serious nourishment by the time you get home.”
“You know I like to take care of our family. See you in a couple hours.” With that, we disconnected.
I went to the toilet then headed back out to my gym. Heather and Honey had changed their position in the hot tub; they were leaning over the edge, their heads on their hands, forearms resting on the top facing my cable machine. “What are you working on today, Daddy?” Honey asked.
“Shoulders and back. Is that OK with you?
“Perfect. You just go ahead and start. Maybe we’ll have some suggestions or questions as you go, OK?”
“Sure. OK.” I went over to the cable machine and lowered one of the pulleys to be just above the bench for rowing. I put the pin in the stack at 125. After I attached the bar to the clamp and sat down on the end of the bench with my back toward the girls, I put my feet on the foot pads. I leaned forward, grabbed the bar and straightened up to start my reps.
Honey said to Heather, “I’ve exercised with him and mom before. Mom says his technique is really good. Look how straight his back is before he starts pulling the bar. He says this way he perfectly isolates the muscles he wants to work. Cool, huh?”
“He seems to be in good shape,” Heather replied.
I completed three sets of 10, increasing the weight by 1 plate after each set. Next for some free weight work.
“What is your next exercise?”
“Standing shoulder press,” I said as I went to the rack and grabbed the 40-pound dumbbells.
“Cool. Can you do that facing us?” Heather asked.
“Sure. I can face any direction you like for this one.”
“Will you do 3 sets of this one too?”
“I usually do. Is that OK with you?”
“Yes, but if you wouldn’t mind, can we see you from different angles? Maybe you could start facing that way so we can see how straight your back is from the side.”
“Yeah, sure,” I said as I turned so they could see my right side. I lifted the weights up so my upper arms were level to the ground and started my reps. I inhaled. Then on exhale I pushed the weights over my head and said “one.” After slowly lowering the weights, I inhaled again. As I started my next push, the girls said, “two” in unison. They counted with me all the way to ten. After ten, I set the weights on the bench and took a quick gulp of my water.
“Can we see you from the front this time? I want to see your perfect technique from another angle. Oh, and would you mind taking off your shirt for this set? And maybe go a little slower?”
I don’t really think of myself as being in such great shape, but I try. My belly is fairly flat, but I have some *cushion* on the sides, but if the girls want to see it, why not?
“OK, here we go.” I raised the weights again and started to press them up.
Heather said, “Remember, I want you to go slower. Let me count for you. Oooooooonnnnnnnneeeeee. Now slowly, doooooowwwwwwwnnn.”
“Oh,” I said. “I won’t be able to do 10 at that speed.”
“Let’s see how many you can do, then. Now up on twwwwwwwwwooooooooo and doooooowwwwwwwnnnn. Thhhhhhrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeee and doooooowwwwwwwnnn. Now foooooouuuuuuuuurrrrrrr.”
My muscles were burning. I think maybe I have one more rep and I don’t even know about another set.
Heather continued her instruction, “doooooowwwwwwwnnnn. Fiiiiiiiiiiiiivvvvvvvvveeeeeee. Hold it for a second. Now doooooowwwwwwwnnn. I think that’s enough of those.”
Heather and Honey climbed out of the hot tub. Both in their bras and panties, besides that, they couldn’t be more different. Honey is tiny. Slightly built with small breasts. She stands a scant 5’2″ and has shoulder-length honey-gold hair. Heather on the other hand looks to be about 5’10”. She has raven black hair that falls halfway down her back and her breasts are ample globes spilling out the top of her bra.
“What’s up next, Daddy,” Honey asked.
“To complement the shoulder presses, I usually do lat pulldowns on the cable machine.” I went over to the pulley and raised it to the top then hooked the cable to the pulldown set and snapped on the bar I had used for rowing.
Still dripping, the girls moved to either side of the bench. Again Heather asked if I could face toward the hot tub to do this exercise. As I turned to face the window side of the gym, the girls each grabbed onto the waistband of my shorts and pulled down revealing my flaccid cock. Honey sat me on the bench and pulled them off over my shoes and said, “Tell us how you do this one.”
“Ok. I usually start with the same weight I start with for the rowing. I stand and reach for the bar with my hands grasping almost at the ends of the bar. Then I sit down keeping my elbows slightly bent. I make sure my back is straight then I start pulling down.”
“OK,” Honey said. “Show us.”
I pulled down until the bar was at the back of the top of my head. Again, Honey and Heather worked in tandem. Each one grabbed one of my wrists and wrapped one of the Velcro assist straps around the wrist and over and around the bar securing me to the bar.
“Would you stand up again, please?” Heather asked, “I want to see how that starts again.”
As asked, I stood. I heard the girls behind me pull the pin on the weights and I almost fell down as the resistance was released. Then I felt the tension again as they pulled the cable down above the plates. They re-engaged the pin, I’m guessing at the bottom of the stack, all 400 pounds. I couldn’t make it move at all.
With me suspended over the bench, the girls came back around to the front smiling at their handiwork. Honey spoke first, “So, Heather, what do you think?”
“He’s a nice specimen. Too bad you couldn’t have shot this for your psych video. At least I get to see his face as we try things. What am I allowed to do? Can I touch him?”
“Sure. You can. Mom told me her guidelines about what’s not allowed that I won’t let you cross, OK?”
“Yep.” So Heather straddled the bench in front of me and reached for my balls. She cupped them in her left hand. With her right index finger, she traced the bottom of my still limp cock from scrotum to the tip. As she got her finger toward the tip, I could feel my balls reposition themselves. She gave a gentle squeeze and said, “Mmm.” “Do you like that?”
“Yes,” I barely whispered, “I do.”
“Then why are you still soft? Do you need some visual stimulation too?” She started the tickle with her fingernail from my scrotum to the tip again. My cock was starting to respond, but apparently not to her satisfaction. “Honey, why don’t you take off your bra then unhook mine, please?”
Honey unclasped Heather’s bra and her huge breasts broke from their restraints. I immediately saw another contrast with Honey. Honey’s nipples are fairly large and pink. Heather’s were the about the diameter of a quarter and chestnut colored and her nipples were very hard. The bra dropped to Heather’s elbows. She pulled back her right hand from my cock to let the strap fall free. By the time she returned it, my cock was no longer horizontal but pointing more northward. It was now erect enough for her to get her hand around it. As she took hold of my cock, she dropped her left hand from my balls so the bra could fall to the bench.
My balls were churning like crazy when she returned her hand to my scrotum. She kept her palm open and barely touched my sac. She smiled as she considered the rolling eggs in her hand. “Can I put my mouth on them?” she asked, looking first to Honey then smilingly to me. We both nodded our ascent.
Heather leaned in and kissed my animated scrotum and said, “Mmm.” After freeing their breasts, Honey positioned herself behind me and straddled the bench. From there she ran her fingers from the middle of my back down the backs of my gluts and around to my quads then into that valley near my groin and up to my belly. It was a slow light touch that raised goosebumps as she went. Heather decided she needed more interesting contact than just her lips. She teasingly licked my balls and bit at the skin of my scrotum. Then she sucked one of my balls into her mouth and massaged it with her tongue all the while maintaining a firm grip on my cock. After thoroughly sucking one ball, she moved to the other and repeated the action. “He tastes all salty, Honey,” she said as she sat up to consider my now throbbing and roiling genitals.
“Of course he does, he’s been running. He’s sweaty all over, silly. I think he just smells and tastes like a *man*, Honey replied.”
“I guess you’d know. I want to know what a man really tastes like the way you did after your experiment.”
“Well, I told you all about it. You remember what to do; get busy.”
Heather didn’t need any more of a challenge than that. She leaned in and licked the head of my cock as she loosened her grip and moved her hand down the shaft closer to my balls. She put her lips over the head and licked the frenulum in almost the same way she massaged my balls with her tongue. This girl has serious oral skills. I don’t think her mom knows the half of her experiences.
Heather pushed her mouth further over the head of my cock and started bobbing in and out. She moved her hands to my balls and started aggressively massaging them as she developed a rhythm of in and out, in and out. Occasionally she allowed full withdrawal and inspected then kissed the tip of the head. But she didn’t stop squeezing my balls. When she finally noticed a substantial bead of precum emerging, she licked it with her tongue, which she seemed to savor before returning to her rhythm.
Honey continued moving her hands around my body, but seemed to be narrowing her focus to my buttocks. She was squeezing and massaging them rather firmly the closer Heather moved me toward orgasm. She reached her hand through my legs and started pressing her fingers into my perineum. She tapped her fingers on my anus as if she were a neighbor at the back door to borrow a cup of sugar.
Honey reached through my legs and tapped the back of Heather’s hand where she was gripping my balls. Heather responded with, “Mmmm-hmmm,” which I gather was a signal they had worked out before. When Honey heard the desired response, she thrust her finger into my asshole up and pressed toward Heather. She hit my prostate on the first shot and Heather almost gagged on the stream of semen just released.
“Oh shit!” I exclaimed as I felt an orgasm like none other. My knees buckled and I went limp hanging from the bar. Honey and Heather stayed engaged as they finished draining me. I heard Heather slurping and gulping the load as Honey gradually withdrew her finger from my anus.
When I finally caught my breath, I said, “I thought your mom gave you guidelines of what you couldn’t do. What was that?”
“*That*, Daddy, was a prostate milking and a great blow job. We learned about them in the human sexuality section of our psych class. Everything was in bounds. Mom said we could do anything we wanted to with our hands and our mouths as long as we both kept our panties on.”
Honey took my water bottle, wet one of the towels and wiped her fingers. “What do you think of the taste now, Heather?”
“I see what you mean. Everything about him tastes salty. I nearly choked on the thick goo, though.”
“I tried to warn you about that. If you have his cock far enough into your throat, you almost don’t need to swallow. It’s like his cock just injects the load into your throat. How do you feel, Daddy?”
“Drained. Drained and my arms are killing me. Can you undo the Velcro and let me sit down?”
“Sure.” Honey undid the Velcro on my right wrist first and my arm just fell to my side. She stepped over to the other side and let my left wrist go. Freed from my torture rack, I sat on the towel on the bench to gather my wits.
Honey went over to the hot tub control panel and turned on the bubbles then she and Heather came to me and each grabbed a hand to pull me to standing. “C’mon, let’s relax in the hot tub for a few minutes.”
We climbed in and found seats near the relaxing bubbles. I stretched my arms out, leaned my head back and closed my eyes. I was feeling and hearing the bubbles, but I was still so conscious of all that vitality being milked from me during that incredible ejaculation.
Honey and Heather scooted around to be on either side of me and laid their heads on my shoulders. Their hands moved up and down my torso and legs and occasionally met in the middle here and there.
“Thanks for playing with us today,” Honey said. “Yes, thanks. That was amazing,” Heather finished. “Honey told me she has the most amazing parents. Now I see why. You guys truly love each other and study each other and please each other. Thanks for letting me be a part.”
“You’re welcome. I’m glad you enjoyed it. I sure did. But if you want to know who to thank, it’s really Honey’s mom. She’s the one who made sure things were good with your mom and me before this event was started. I’m sure you know that you are not to talk about this with anyone besides us, your mom and Honey’s mom.”
“Yeah, I know,” she said as she reached down and squeezed my balls again. “I don’t suppose we’ll get to play again, will we?”
“With Honey’s mom, I wouldn’t bet against it, but it will be different. That I can promise you. Why don’t you girls go take a shower and get dressed. You must have some ‘real’ homework to do. I’m going to soak here for a few minutes then I’ll clean up everything down here.”
They each leaned in and kissed me on a cheek then climbed out of the hot tub. They grabbed their backpacks and headed for the shower room. I watched those two stunning bodies walk away then I leaned my head back and sighed, “whoa, Annie.”
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