We ended up laying in bed together for about another 15 - 20 minutes before Abby and I got up. We didn't say much though we did acknowledge just how good it all felt and how nice it was to be in bed together (and to stay in bed together). There was no cum eating this time. Personally, I was feeling rather spent and knew that it would be really easy to drift off to sleep for a while. Having Peter and Abby's dad find the four of us in bed together wasn't part of the plan.

I was the first to "move" and I got out of the bed to head to the bathroom to do two things; to pee and to wash my cock. Abby got up to follow me. As we left Peter's bedroom, we told them that we'd see them later and closed the bedroom door. Abby and I headed directly to the bathroom. We closed the door and I turned on the shower to get the hot water to the showerhead. It didn't take long for the hot water to arrive. I stepped into the shower. She followed me in.

"I thought you were going to pee," she said.

"I am," I replied. "I can do that in the shower."

Abby grabbed the soap off the soap dish and took it in her hands to make her hands frothy and soapy. She wrapped her hands around my cock and proceeded to wash my cock with her soapy hands. I was well past my refractory period and my cock immediately started to wake up again as she massaged my cock with her soapy hands. She pulled me into a position where the water could rinse off her hands and my soapy cock. She immediately began to lather her hands again and had me step away so that she could wash me again, this time my cock, my balls, and she reached through and between my legs to wash my my perineum and my ass crack. My cock was growing more erect as she gently washed me. She brought hands back to my cock and loosely wrapped them around the semi-erect shaft and the head of my cock.

"You can pee in my hands if you want," Abby said.

It wasn't a thing I could automatically do. I had to relax my mind to relax the muscles to allow the urine to start flowing out of my bladder and out the end of my cock. It didn't take long, though, and a warm golden stream of urine came shooting out of my cock into her hands. Abby commented on how warm it was in her hands as in overflowed the cupping of her hands and poured down onto the shower floor. She took my cock and pointed it at her stomach and then upwards toward her breasts. It was a pretty strong stream and at the beginning, I may have been able to reach even higher than her breasts. But the strength of the stream began to diminish.

With the shower spraying on my back, she pulled me close with my cock pointed up along the centerline of her belly as I continued to empty my bladder. My urine drained down between us until, at last, my bladder was empty. She looked up at me in our embrace and said, "I wonder what that would feel like in my ass?"

"Warm," I replied. I told her that it was remarkably difficult to pee with my cock fully erect. "My hips have to be at an angle so that there's no downward pressure on my cock." Of course, I was thinking about what it took to pee into a toilet when I was fully erect and I assumed that the same issue would need to be considered to pee in her (or anyone's) ass. Other than possibly mentioning a golden enema in passing (to Catie) from my personal history, I don't think I ever discussed this with Abby. So, I had no idea where this came from. The thought did occur that Abby was going to try as much as she could with me before she packed up and moved to Corvallis.

"Ever pee' d in somebody's ass?" she asked. "No, not intentionally," I replied.

"Ever had anyone drink your pee?" Abby asked. "No. Nobody has ever asked and I haven't ever asked anyone if the would or if they wanted to," I replied.

"Ever drink someone else's pee?" Abby asked.

"Yes," I replied. Abby looked surprised. "Was it Sis?" she asked.

"No, at least not intentionally," I replied. "It was my wife way before she was my wife. I was in her dorm room when I shouldn't have been. We were in a 69 position with me on the bottom when she had an uncontrollable need to empty her bladder during orgasm. She started to leak and needed to get up to pee in a large cup because she wasn't sure she could make it to the bathroom. I told her that it was okay and to let her bladder go and release it to my mouth and I would capture as much as I could."

"How was it?" Abby asked.

"Warm, a little bitter, a little salty. There was a lot of it, too and what I couldn't capture and swallow ran down the side of my face and into my right ear. I joked that it was a different way to hear her cumming."

"Did you like it?" Abby asked.

"Yes. It's a very different intimacy... like licking your asshole and sucking my cum out of it after I've cum in your ass."

"I like that," Abby said. "I know," I replied. Abby asked me if drinking her pee was something I did often.

"No, only that weekend and the occasional little leaks that she would have." This was definitely a new and different intimate shower conversation as we held each other.

"Would you drink my pee?" Abby asked.

"Do you want me to?" I asked. Abby nodded her head.

I turned away from Abby so I could turn the water off so it wasn't using up water (hot and otherwise). Then I sat down on the floor of the shower so I could lean back and tilt my head back to have Abby stand above me, spread her legs, and position herself on my mouth. I reached up and clasped her by her buttocks as I looked up her abdomen and into her eyes. She grasped the back of my head and pulled it in tight to her pubic area.

She didn't say a word or give any indication that she was starting. Rather, I felt a warm trickle on my tongue and the taste of her urine. The trickle increased in flow over the next 5-10 seconds until it was a full-on flood that she was releasing. I took what I could, and what overflowed my mouth ran down my chin and dripped down to my chest, abdomen and between my legs. I could feel the warm urine running between my butt cheeks and past my asshole on the way to the drain in the shower. I kept looking up at her and into her eyes.

She must have had a really full bladder because she was peeing for a long time (probably almost a minute) before the flow diminished. As the flow diminished to a mere trickle, she grasped my head even harder and pulled me tight against her pubic mound. I reciprocated by grasping her buttocks even tighter to hold myself against her. She had the most wonderful orgasm with my mouth against her like this after she had just pee 'd in my mouth. It was like rolling thunder as it went on and on and on. From my position looking up at her, I could see her belly twitch and tighten both from the orgasm and from her heavy breathing. Finally, she loosened her grip on my head and I followed by loosening my grip on her buttocks.

She finally spoke invoking "Oh, GOD! Oh, GOD!" After invoking the deity for a few more times, she finally say to me "You're such a nasty boy! That was so wicked!" as she described her view of me and felt her baller release. She told me it was hard to start at first but once she got going she couldn't stop and didn't want it to stop. I got up off the shower floor and held her in my arms, my urine covered chest against her.

"Do you want to taste what I tasted? Do you want to taste yourself?" I asked.

She didn't answer. Instead, she showed me "yes" by sharing a warm intimate kiss. I was hard again holding her like this and what we had been doing and she gently stroked my cock. Her tongue tasted her urine residue in my mouth. She didn't shy away from plunging her tongue into my mouth.

"I think we should get cleaned up," I finally said. I turned the water on again, adjusted the temperature and we concluded our shower by washing each other. When we stepped out of the shower, I felt like we had stepped up to a couple higher levels in our relationship. Once we dried each other, we headed for Abby's bedroom, closed the door and then we laid down in bed together for a few minutes. It was close and intimate and I gently slipped my cock into her pussy.

It was slow, quiet lovemaking and it was really what I had expected for this morning. Yes, the playfulness of breakfast sex in the kitchen was certainly part of what I expected for this Sunday morning. But what I really wanted and expected was this closeness with Abby and the sort of day where we would be in bed together when we were alone in the house. This was the way the way things had been for my wife and I before 1981 on what we knew as snow days back in North Carolina...those times where there was no place to go and no place to be except with each other where we could lounge about naked, curled up with each other, making love when we felt the urge or just fucking like wild animals if that suited the mood.

The detour with Peter and Trish, while exciting for me and feeding into our voyeuristic and exhibitionistic natures, took time away from the more intimate time between Abby and I. I was headed Idaho during the next week and Abby would be heading to Corvallis at the end of the week. We both knew that this might be our last intimate moments together for a while (or forever). Our futures were uncertain and our future together was even moreso. And even though Catie's room was next to Abby's, we hadn't spoken about it or even gone into it.

In these moments, I was with Abby in heart and spirit.

As crazy as it seemed for me to be involved, much less in love, with an eighteen year old, there I was. But I was also old enough and wise enough to know how rapidly all that could change when she got onto that campus and she might disown me in a way, not to hurt me, but to save face in front of her peers and her new friends. I knew if that happened, not feel discarded because I was and had been an important part of her life. These were not the thoughts that were running through my head as we made love together. But these thoughts were out there for me and they were things that Abby and I had talked about as possibilities as she entered a new stage to her life.

In this slow lovemaking, we were very much enjoying being with each other; my cock inside her without much vigorous stroking whether I was on top or she was. No, it was the way her orgasms built up slowing and released like tension in a spring. And it was my slow gradual buildup to cumming inside her again and the way we stayed bound together after cumming inside her. She was on top, sitting straight up on me when I finally started cumming in her again. She sat there, her hand on my stomach to hold herself in position to feel each contraction knowing and loving the fact that my semen was filling her again.

When my last contractions ended, she laid down upon me and I held her close.

"I'm going to miss this," Abby said.

"Me, too," I replied. We didn't speak beyond this acknowledgement. We didn't know whether missing this meant for weeks, months, years, or ever.

We heard Peter and Trisha down the hall in the bathroom and the shower. We had forgotten them while we were sexually engaged. But we gradually returned to the here and now and as much as we didn't want to break this intimacy, we did. We got out of the bed and, horrors beyond horrors, put some clothes on and then went back downstairs.

Abby and I curled up together on the couch. Abby had placed a plug in her pussy and one in her ass to hold my cum inside her and to continuously stimulate her with their presence. We had turned on the television in the living room and were watching something that wasn't particularly memorable. We would be taking a break until her dad was home and whatever dinner plans we happen to put together. I was pretty sure that if her dad had let us stay together in the house alone during the weekend that Abby and I would be sleeping together in her bed later in the evening and overnight before I left early in the morning.

"Did _____ ever travel with you?" Abby asked of my wife.

"Yes, a number of times when I was going to someplace interesting like San Francisco or to Puerto Rico. Why?" I asked Abby.

"Can I come with you?" Abby asked me while we laying there together on the couch.

"Where? To Idaho?" I asked in reply.

"Yes," Abby said.

I thought only for a moment before I said yes, and then on the condition that it was okay with her dad. Abby objected to my conditioning it that way because she was an adult.

"I know. It's one thing for me to stay here with you while he's at the coast. It's another thing to be travelling out of state with me," I told her. Besides, I also pointed out that while I was working during the day, it could be boring because I was at one of the job sites.

"Was your wife bored?" Abby asked.

"I don't know. But for her it was a vacation and we did things at night after my workday was done," I replied. I also pointed out that we were the same age, travelling as husband and wife with the same last name and address on our drivers license just in case anyone asked.

Besides, I pointed out, I would have the car with me at the job sites (and she couldn't drive the rental car anyway). Downtown Boise wasn't too difficult to get around in. I wasn't sure about Pocatello, though.

"We could take my car instead," Abby replied. That was true. But, I would still need to get back and forth from the hotel to the job sites. I asked if she need to pack before the next weekend and she indicated that other than some of the clothes in her closet, her TV and her stereo system, she was mostly packed already (the few boxes were in Catie's room). We settled on thinking about it some more and seeing what her dad thought. I knew it was a way to spend more time together if we could work out the details.

Peter and Trisha joined us downstairs and, after all the morning's activities, fixed us lunch to replenish our energy stores. We sat together discussing the morning's activities while eating lunch, sometimes laughing at a few of the awkward moments during our threesome and foursome. Peter and Trisha (in particular) thanked me for indulging in their fantasy.

"It wasn't just me. Thank Abby for being willing to share me with you," I told them. This wasn't like the times when I was off skiing in Colorado and got involved with Bob and Cheryl. Nor was it like the fantasy that Catie was trying to work out with Mark and Jody that I participated in after Catie died. It was different for me to be further involved with "family" and Abby being there and not really participating. Abby's *permission and approval* was important to me and to both of us. Trisha indicated a similar feeling that Peter gave his permission and approval to her to experience this fantasy that they had shared.

In telling us about how it felt, she liked the sense of being totally available and used by Peter and I AND totally attending to what she wanted and needed in the moment. She described as feeling totally safe with the two of us (and not something that she could be sure of with two random guys). Although I didn't say this to them, there were female friends and acquaintances of mine (they were not sexual partners with me) for whom the risk of maybe not being *safe* was part of the appeal of the random multiple partner sex partner play.

For Trisha, there was Peter, the way she felt about him and the depth of their relationship (and the way that it had deepened between them after the death of his mom and sister). Though I was older than all of them, Trisha seemed to understand there were some similarities for both Abby and I. And that was the other key element, my involvement with the family and particularly with Abby made it easier for her to feel safe with me in that moment without drama or competition. And that was what my personal experience brought to this: the awareness that I was being invited to participate where I was not in the role of being one of the primary relationship partners. It was an experience to share, enjoy, and then be able to walk away from without demand or expecting more. It was one reason that Peter and Trisha had not approached anyone else in trying to live out this fantasy.

They weren't certain whether this was a one-time thing or something they might explore further in the future (I didn't assume that I would be automatically be included as a partner in any further exploration on their part). They both enjoyed it but it was still too new for them to really process.

At the time, I realized that I had met and fallen in love with two extraordinary women for whom our love felt so secure that we all seemed unthreatened by people *outside* our relationship. That was a missing element between my ex-wife and I as she set about to replace me with someone else. But I also realize that had none of that occurred, the course and path of my life would have been very different with her and I would have never met and become involved with all these extraordinary people. Life is. You only need to choose.

We cleaned the kitchen of our lunch utensils and returned to the living room. Our conversation drifted away from our sexually charged experiences of that morning towards the more mundane. Peter and Abby's dad arrived around 2:30 from his weekend at the coast. When he came in through the kitchen, we all stood up to greet him. He hugged Peter and then Trisha since they were in the closest proximity to him.

"Hi, Daddy! How was your weekend? I hope you didn't do anything we wouldn't do!" There was the precocious Abby that I first met only 10 months before. We all burst out laughing (but for entirely different reasons). He hugged her and then when he released her he replied. "I don't know about that, Princess." That left me.

"Good to see you, sir," I said as I was extending my hand to shake his when he said "You're family, too. You get a hug, too," as we wrapped arms around each other. He was definitely in good spirits. He grabbed his travel duffel and took it into the downstairs the office/bedroom that looked out into the backyard where Abby and I made love both previous nights. We sat all sat down while he was back there for a few minutes. We could tell he was making a phone call to someone.

"So, what did I miss?" he asked as he came back to the living room. That felt like a rhetorical question rather than a question to be answered honestly. Before any one of us responded he asked Peter "How's your car doing?" and the conversation went in that direction. We got a weather report about the Oregon coast (foggy and drizzle in the morning, late afternoon breaks in the clouds, fog and drizzle in the evening). "They" (meaning Abby and Peter's dad and his friends including his new girlfriend) watched movies, the played cards, they ate, they slept a lot and generally relaxed and took it easy.

Peter indicated that he and Trisha would stay for dinner and then he would take Trisha home before heading back to Seattle. Of course, I was planning on leaving early in the morning for Boise. Abby brought up the question of being able to travel with me to Idaho. Her dad had just the sort of reaction and concern that I anticipated about travelling with me out of state like this. It wasn't a flat out "no" but it also wasn't "Sure. No problem. Go right ahead." He wanted to know more about it and what the trip involved. Abby didn't respond with "I'm an adult and can make my own decisions," but with the response that in a couple of weeks that if she wanted to go out of state to one of the football games with friends, that wouldn't be much different. She did have a point.

Anyway, we had a discussion together about the itinerary, what I would be doing, what she would be doing (besides fucking in the evening). Since the schedule was already fixed with respect to my work schedule and where I had reservations to stay, and I had a printed itinerary I could give him, his level of discomfort dropped to where he gave his consent. I would have Abby back by Friday evening so that they could leave for Corvallis by Saturday morning (and I would head to Seattle). Abby was going to get to do one thing that Catie never got to do with me, travel with me on a business trip. The idea excited her.

The rest of the afternoon and evening were pretty mellow for all of us. Abby commented to me that all of us (including her dad) were apparently "all fucked out." We fixed dinner there at the house (steak, as I recall) and then Peter and Trish left. We acknowledged while hugging each other that we had a really good time together and we should at least talk about whether and when we might try it again.

"Drive safely. Have a good time," were their recommendations to us. The rest of the evening remained mellow until "the conversation" between Abby, her dad, and I when things took an unexpected twist.