“What did I miss?” Maria asked, sitting down with the next bottle of wine.
“Nothing,” we said at the same time. My wife stared at me and shook her head before pouring another round. I downed close to half my glass in one gulp, hoping the distraction might help. Liza turned and looked out at the view, marveling at its beauty. She had been in complete awe the first time her mother brought her over, and it was hard to argue with her. The house was beautiful, the pool crystal clear, and the view of the mountains and valleys impossible to beat. What can I say? I worked hard, but nowhere close to as hard as my father had. Growing up it had been our summer home, but now? There was no point in living anywhere else.
We sat talking and drinking, the music piped out through the speakers hidden around the yard. The conversation managed not to move back to sex, thankfully, but it was still difficult for me to stay focused. All three of us were facing the view, with me in the middle, and the more we all drank, the less I worried. Finally. Liza was teasing me, and it was fun, but that was all it would be. Besides, in another day or two, she would get obsessed with something else and leave me alone.
I didn’t notice the first time Liza bumped me on purpose. I thought she had just moved and hit me by accident, because the idea of anything else, especially with her mother sitting right there, just hadn’t crossed my mind. I looked over at her quizzically to see her smile and look down. Following her gaze, I saw her cell phone in her hand between us, shielded from Maria by my body and the table. Pulled up on the screen was a picture of my stepdaughter in a hotel room wearing just a bikini bottom. I had seen her naked in the pool just the day before, but there was something about the picture that felt far filthier. Maybe it was the room or the lighting, but I smiled and cringed, before looking back at my wife.
A few moments later Liza coughed and this time I didn’t need the hint. I looked down once more and this time the photo was of her, completely naked, lying on the bed in the same room. Her legs were spread wide and it was the most explicit thing I had seen in ages. Using only her thumb, she deftly scrolled to the next picture, and I couldn’t look away. Whoever was holding the camera had climbed onto the bed and straddled her with his cock now clearly in the shot. The fourth picture was her perfect mouth wrapped around him, and I had to struggle not to grab the phone from her hand.
I looked back out at the sunset and took a sip of wine as Maria began asking us what we wanted for dinner.
“I’m starving,” Liza said. “I can’t remember the last time I had a good meal.”
The next photo showed her with his cock buried completely within her throat, and I had to adjust myself beneath the table.
“We could just order Chinese,” Maria said. “I’m getting too tipsy to cook anything, and we gave Leah the night off. Marc, just order on your phone. You know what we all like, don’t you?”
“Um, sure,” I muttered, pulling my own phone out.
“Let me look too,” Liza said, leaning in and looking over my shoulder. “I’m actually really hungry. I feel like I haven’t been really stuffed in forever.”
Of course, I turned, and there on her lap–her phone bright and clear–was the picture I had been desperately wishing for. Her legs were open wide, the man with the camera was between them, and his thick cock was inside her. For a moment, I didn’t notice the arrow on the screen, but then she tapped it and I was done. The video started, the sound thankfully off, and I was watching it for the first time. There, on the screen, was my stepdaughter getting seriously fucked on a hotel bed by a man I didn’t know. I tried to focus on my order, but the time was running out and I was hoping for a finish. I was practically praying for him to come, but just as he pulled out, his fist a blur above her, the movie ended and the screen turned black…