She walked into the brightly lit room, closely followed by the man. The door moved of its own accord, softly closing behind them.After his moment of w...akness, which ended in his self-indulgence, Erik hoped he would be able to fall into a dreamless sleep. However, his sated sleep lasted barely an hour. He now sat propped up leaning on pillows stacked against his bed's headboard. In his hands, he held a volume of poetry by Edgar Allan Poe. His eyes began to read the first stanza of "Annabel Lee". Penelope said, “I want in!”I asked, “In what?”Penelope looked at Mom and said, “I want him to fuck me too. I’m thirteen now and I want to have sex just as much as you do. I’m tired of fingering myself and shoving your left over veggies in my pussy.”Mom looked at me and said, “Go ahead, fuck her.”Penelope said, “I want to loose my virginity in my own bed. I want candles, soft music, and Champaign. Then you get Dad out of the house.”Mom said, “Okay. Can you wait until Saturday or should I plan it. The place was an abandoned iron foundry in a desolate area about five klicks out of the city. The foundry was the current focus of a financial scandal involving a bank manager and the owner. Apparently, the manager approved substantial loans to the foundry for a handsome consideration despite knowing that the business was about to collapse. I had scouted the area earlier on and discovered nobody lived within a mile of the place. They saw my car as soon as they came round the bend. I stood in. Both women were moaning. The tableau was erotic and I felt myself harden watching my wife get pummeled by another man – a new man in her life, at that.At the same time I got that shot of arousal, I also felt a jolt of possessiveness or jealousy. I pushed it aside. It was a negative thought, and I could control those.Erin and I went back to the kitchen. I did notice that Chris was now fucking Kelsey doggie style as she ate Alice who was lying back and enjoying the attention.We each got a glass.