None of you recognized as they both look the same.” “Does this mean you are his wife now?”“Yeah, kind of. Mark is interested in some kinky stu...f like this. But officially I’m still your dad’s wife.”“You are so crazy, bitch,” I said as I slapped her ass.“Ok, get ready for tomorrow. And please don’t tell dad,” she said as she went to her room.Next day I was so nervous. I can’t decide whether I should do it or not. I was sitting on the dining table as dad and Hari were double penetrating her in. Brian went off to acquire the chair for her and I went into the galley to make a pitcher of daiquiris for the ladies.“I may have to go rub one out,” Dom said as we took the drinks and glasses down the stairs.I concurred. I was thankful that Carol (the girls’ mother) still had on her stars and stripes bikini when we arrived. She wasn’t any more attractive than anyone else, but I didn’t need any new flesh to stare at. It had taken me hours to get used to seeing Jessica and Kristin without tops on. “I still can’t believe you’re going into the Army.”I shrugged. “It’s not like I have a choice. Uncle Sam is paying for college for me, and he’s looking for some payback. If my father could do it during World War II and my grandfather could do it during World War I, I guess I can survive it now. At least nobody’s shooting at us at the moment.”We talked some more about my joining the army, and how ROTC worked, and also about my family’s military tradition. This took us through a fair bit of. He fucked my wife fiercely in marathon fashion for two plus hours. I sat alone, in my adjacent room listening to bed creaks, passion, moans and incomplete sentences. Afterwards, when Mark was gone, my wife led me from my isolation and into our master bedroom where she got on top of the bed. Somehow through whirlwind of messy sheets she found her position, doggie style, using her hands as props for her head. “Ok, put your face in there,” she directed. I dropped to my knees and crept closer.Her.