Author: eatu55

Chapter 3: Breakfast of Champions [OC] [oral sex] [Family sex situation]

The continuing story from:

[Chapter 1: School Daze or Who’s in Charge](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/lvegaz/school_daze_or_whos_in_charge_part_1_of_a_series/)

[Chapter 2: Passing Grades](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/lvocd9/chapter_2_passing_grades_oc/)

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I awoke with a pool of saliva about to escape onto the pillow and swallowed. Apparently, the smell of bacon cooking started awakening my appetite before my consciousness stirred. I noted that Anne was not in bed, so I got up and pulled on my PJ pants to start my way toward the kitchen.

It had been three nights and two days since the revelation of Anne and Honey’s 3-step self-defense plan. The atmosphere around the house was definitely different. It was freer. Passing the test really *did* mean something to them with respect to trust.

As I neared the kitchen, I could hear the bacon sizzling on the stove and I began to smell the sweet pungency of sautéing onion, peppers and garlic. I saw a huge array of fresh ingredients on the counter when I entered the kitchen. On the big skillet, there was a hash of cubed potatoes—white, yellow, red, and sweet potatoes with cubed peppers of many colors just starting to brown. There were eggs whisked and ready to pour. Shredded yellow and white cheese. Sliced fruit and melon. This had the makings of a Saturday morning feast. Read more »

Chapter 2: Passing Grades [OC]

In case you need to know how we got here [Chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/lvegaz/school_daze_or_whos_in_charge_part_1_of_a_series/).

The evening finally ran its course. Having brushed my teeth, washed my face, and pulled on my comfy flannel pajama pants, I was ready to settle into our evening ritual. Since our wedding night, Anne, the widow of a deceased Army Ranger Captain, and I have made it our habit to snuggle in bed and talk through the events of our respective days before reading or playing ourselves to sleep. Anne is finishing her daily debrief with her 18-year-old daughter, Honey, who is a senior at a private all-girls high school. While I waited, I picked up the paper and turned to the crosswords.

“Whew,” exhaled Anne as she whisked in and closed our bedroom door. “Let me out of these clothes so I can hear about your day.” She disappeared into the master bath. I heard her happily humming over the running water. After about 5 minutes, I heard the water turn off and she emerged from the bath with a “Ta-da!” She was wearing the barely-there white nighty I gave her for our wedding night. She is radiant as her garnet-colored hair reflected the soon to be extinguished overhead light. As she crossed the room to the switch, I couldn’t help studying her. Her firm muscles each flex as she swiftly crosses and flicks off the switch, leaving just the light shining outward from our nightstands. It made her almost ghost-like, but I could still see her amazing shape reflect through the sheer white fabric. Read more »

School Daze or Who’s in Charge – part 1 of a series [OC][blended family situation]

After my client canceled our afternoon meeting, I headed home to make a nice dinner for the girls. Cooking always relaxes me. I stopped at the market for some fresh vegetables to go with the steaks I’ve been aging for a night like tonight when I have to unwind.

I closed the front door and put the groceries on the counter in the kitchen. Noticing music coming from the family room, I walked to the back of the house to see who’s home.

“Do it harder,” I heard from an unknown voice, “Better. Now harder and faster.” Peeking around the corner, I saw purple and pink pom poms on the floor by the sofa. Then I saw the bottoms of some shoes. Leaning in around the door further, I noticed that the feet belong to my stepdaughter. She’s still in her school uniform, mostly. Beside her shoes, I saw the white knee socks and plaid pleated skirt, but she was nude from the waste up, her hair was a mess, and she was sobbing. In front of her on the sofa was the girl belonging to the strange voice. Read more »

Close Shave (part 10 and conclusion of the Carmen Adventures)

Continued from [Deal with it](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ayrcwd/deal_with_it_part_9_of_the_carmen_adventures/)

The clock in the hall chimed eleven. Carmen’s fist pumped eleven times then stopped as each hour rang. By eight, I was breathing rapidly and my belly began to convulse. I made it all the way to eleven, but a large tear of precum was beginning to weep. She firmly squeezed and held my cock with both hands. She licked the tip and looked up at me with a semi-satisfied smile that said ‘I am happy for now, but I’m not done here.’

Meanwhile, Shannon vigorously rammed the first two fingers of her right hand into Sabine’s hot channel. She withdrew them covered in a white, sticky slurry that I had deposited an hour ago. She held it up to show what she had found and checked Carmen’s and my eyes as though she were a kitten showing off a found mouse. She began to bring it to her lips and we both nodded our approval. She tipped them downward over her waiting tongue and crossed her eyes as she watched it drip from her fingertips, then plop. She swallowed then inserted them fully to clean them off. Read more »

Deal With It (part 9 of the Carmen Adventures)

*–Continues from* [*Sealing the Deal*](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/aydu38/sealing_the_deal_part_8_of_the_carmen_adventures/)

It seemed like no time before we arrived at The Plaza. Ben pulled up under the awning and we were swiftly greeted by the doorman in his full-length cool weather coat: crimson wool with black satin trim stripes up the arms and gold braids connecting decorative brass buttons.

He opened the door and offered his hand, “Welcome home, Miss Sabine.” She took his hand and began to slide out. She abruptly stopped and turned back to me.

“Do come up for a bit, won’t you, Eugene?” She said as she tugged at my arm. “*S’il vous plait.* Please, Eugene?”

Those big chocolate-colored eyes so bright with anticipation melted away any resolve I might have had. Still, to keep a measure of dignity, I couldn’t yield too fast. “Sabine, I’d love to, but it has been a couple of really long days for me. I need to get some rest.”

“I know dear, but your boss, Alden, said he isn’t expecting you in the office for the rest of the week. Please? I have a nice place. You must come up with me. Please?” Read more »

Sealing the Deal (part 8 of the Carmen Adventures)

*–Continues from* [*Eugene’s Distraction*](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/axzryi/eugenes_distraction_part_7_of_the_carmen/)

Sabine was snuggling close as we rode. Her left hand was inside my dinner jacket at my waist. Her right was holding my left bicep. She was almost purring. After a few minutes, she moved slightly, handing me my phone, which again she had deftly slipped from my inner jacket pocket. “Call her,” she said. “Call Carmen and tell her you are coming. I know that you expected you would have to ‘entertain’ me, but I understand how little time you have here in the U.S. before we are gone for a long while.”

She touched the messages app and selected Carmen’s. She tapped the phone icon and confirmed it was ringing then tapped the speaker button and held it in front of me.

“Hi Eugene. Are you here?” She said excitedly. “I’ve told Shannon all about our flight. She can’t wait to meet such a gallant gentleman.”

“I don’t know about all that. I am in the car now. I guess I will be there in about 15 minutes.”

“Perfect. I hope you don’t mind that we started without you. The doorman will send you up to the roof.” Read more »

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Eugene’s Distraction (part 7 of the Carmen Adventures)

It’s been 3 hours since I left Carmen at JFK. I’ve been in back-to-back meetings at the office since arriving here in lower Manhattan. My lack of sleep on the flight is starting to wear on me. It’s all I can do to keep my eyes above half staff, even with cup after cup of coffee.

*Bzzz, bzzz, bzzz. Bzzz, bzzz, bzzz.*

My phone vibrated on the conference table under my left hand and my eyes popped open. I glanced at it and saw 2 incoming messages from the Brooklyn area code. Carmen.

“We’ve been at this for three hours, folks. Is it time for a bio break?” Mike, our CFO, said. “Lunch should be here, so let’s use the facilities, grab lunch and get back in here to continue.”

As I left the boardroom, I pressed my thumb to unlock my phone. There was a red circle with a 2 over the messages app, so I tapped it.

*Message 1 of 2*

>**From: Miss C** *Made it home. Shannon and I took a run in Central Park. We’re grabbing lunch at a food cart.* Read more »

Long Flight Home-Arrival (part 6 of the Carmen Adventures)

I quickly drained the bottle Carmen threw me. All that exercise really took it out of me. I went to the table for another. It was half finished by the time I entered my suite’s bathroom.

The sound of falling water and a warm fog filled the space. If Carmen was in here, I was going to have fun finding her. I could smell the floral scent of the luxury shampoo provided in the transoceanic valet kit. I saw the print of her buttocks on the glass shower door. She was holding her hair out of the water as she lathered.

Suddenly, I was possessed by the memory of a college dorm prank. I reached my half-empty bottle of cold water over the door and poured it on her. “Oh! You are evil,” she gasped, as she opened the door and pulled me in by the waistband of my pajama pants.

She threw her arms around my neck stood on her toes and held me in a tight embrace as she pulled me under the hot shower with her. “That was mean. Now, I am going to punish you.” Read more »

Long Flight Home-Midnight Snack (part 5 of the Carmen Adventures)

The music changed to a vigorous Strauss waltz and I started to awaken from the sleep of satisfaction Carmen and I enjoyed. Her head was still resting on my shoulder. I turned my head slightly and breathed in the fragrance in her hair. That fired memories of our after-dinner playtime. As I re remembered the discussion of our respective fantasies, I became aware again of her warm naked body against my chest, her firm breasts pressing against my arm. Her hand was pressing on the fabric of my silk pajama pants.

Her fingers twitched. I wondered what she was dreaming about. Further awakening, I recognized the *thrum* of the engines over the softer phrases of orchestral music. I sensed the heat and weight of her hand on my cock, which was starting to fill. I had become alert and aroused.

I looked up at the flight map on the monitor and saw we were over the tip of Greenland approaching North America. We had about three hours before we would say goodbye and resume our separate lives. Read more »

Long Flight Home-Dinner & Dessert (part 4 of the Carmen Adventures)

*Tap, tap* “Monsieur, Mademoiselle, shall I bring your dinner in?”

Carmen was asleep. With each breath her belly pressed into mine. The door opened and Henri wheeled in the cart with the food and six open bottles of wine: three each of red and white. “You choose the wine please,” I said. He nodded as he finished setting the table.

“I will have something for you to clean after dinner, Henri,” I said as he was leaving.

“Very good, Monsieur. I will see to it,” he said, winking as he left.

I brushed my fingers down Carmen’s cheek. She stirred and inhaled deeply and said, “Food’s here?”

“Henri just brought it. You hungry?” I said as I undid the seat belt at her back.

“Famished.” She kissed me then eased herself off my lap. She let the pajama top fall to the floor, raised her arms above her head, stretching all the way up to her tiptoes. She slowly turned and walked into the bathroom. Before she closed the door she leaned back for a look at me. She saw the wet place at my crotch and said, “Hmm. Nice takeoff. Heh, heh, heh.” Read more »