Subject: My Wedding Shower
Story Codes: MF oral F-solo adultery inc father daughter
Diary Date: July 20, 2011
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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So much for my "stay within the family" ideals. What I mean is that I
always figured once I got married my sexual activities would stay within
my family, just as my mother had done throughout her 25 years of
marriage. That was fine until Steve asked me to marry him and I accepted
unconditionally. It's rather ironic that I always figured my biggest
issue with getting married would be getting my fiancé to accept my
requirements regarding incest and here it was ME the one having to accept
HIS requirements!
For those who just want to know what happened, here are the answers to
your questions... YES, he fucked me. NO, his daughters had nothing to do
with it. YES, his wife was home. NO, she had no idea. YES, my grandma
knew about it. NO, my grandma was not involved in any way. YES, I
enjoyed it. YES, their pool was involved. YES, he came in me.
Now for those who want the details...
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 – Plausible Deniability
Chapter 2 – Road Trip
Chapter 3 – The Bridal Shower
Chapter 4 – Flirting With the Neighbor
Chapter 5 - My Grandmother Reminisces
Chapter 6 – Behind in the Count
Chapter 7 – Never Say Never
Chapter 1 – Plausible Deniability
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If you see something happening that you know is wrong, be it morally,
legally, or whatever, if you don’t report it or otherwise take action
does that make you guilty of that activity as well? Well, a number of
laws in the United States would say you are. For instance, if you witness
a murder and don’t report it, then you are considered an accessory to
that murder. Sorry, but when your dad’s a lawyer you tend to think about
these things...
So now take a step back and look at the “guilt by association” concept
from this perspective... if you SUSPECT that something is being done but
you don’t actually witness it, you have no proof that it happened and
nobody actually confesses to you that it took place, THEN are you
responsible? You may be wondering if such a thing is really worth
worrying about but yet it happens every day. Such a situation is
sometimes referred to as “plausible deniability” and most closely
associated with the sleazy world of politics. This principle can apply to
a lot of situations and all of us have probably engaged in it in one form
or another to various degrees. For example, there’s the infamous, “Don’t
ask don’t tell” policy in the U.S. military.
So why am I bringing all this up? Well, recently I spent a week at my
grandmother’s house in northeastern Illinois. We’re talking about my
mother’s mother, the same mother whose husband took the virginity of both
her daughters in the course of two weeks when they were just fourteen and
twelve respectively. The same mother who had to know full well what was
happening behind her daughters’ closed bedroom doors even though she
never actually witnessed anything or talked about it with her daughters
or husband. This is the same mother who always seemed to need to go
shopping or visit a friend when her now married (or divorced) daughters
later came home to visit their father.
If you were to ask my grandmother on the witness stand whether she knew
that her husband was having sex with her daughters, she could raise her
right hand and swear on stack of bibles that she had never seen anything
like that and that nobody ever told her anything about such things. No
jury in the world could convict her on those narrow responses as they
were absolutely true. Wildly misleading... but true.
Privately though, she has told me that she knew what was going on from
the start. Like, how could she not? The knowing looks between the girls
and their dad, the way they dressed and acted slutty around him; the
flirting and occasional flashing. Where else could the cum stains on
their pajamas and nighties have come from at such an early age? What
about the flushed faces and the occasional bit of cum that they missed
when they cleaned up? Did she really expect anyone to believe that seeing
her husband getting an erection whenever her daughters were in the room
was just a coincidence?
Yes, it was all about plausible deniability. So long as she wasn't told
about it, so long as she never allowed anything to be done in her
presence, she could always claim she had no hand in anything that
happened and she wasn't responsible.
That’s not to say in private my grandmother kept her peace. As I entered
my teens I wondered at times why my grandmother was so interested in how
things were going between me and my dad. It wasn't until I had passed my
sixteenth birthday and started having sex regularly with my dad that my
mom finally told me about HER relationships with her own father as well
as how her mother had stayed away from it all. It was then that the
puzzle pieces all fell into place for me. The next time she asked me her
probing questions I proudly informed her that my dad was fucking me,
thinking she would be happy for me. It sort of struck me funny that she
seemed more disappointed than anything else. Did she really think that
the traditions that had started in her own family would not be passed
down to the next generation?
As I got older, my grandmother and I would talk more and more about
incest. I mean incest so far as I was concerned, not so much with my mom
and grandfather. While my grandma may have been willing to admit she knew
about it to me, it wasn't like she was willing to talk about it. She
seemed far more interested in what was happening in my life instead.
Just to be sure, it’s not that my grandmother is sexually repressed or
some sort of prude. From what I gather she was a bit of a slut herself in
her teen years, at least so far as that went back in those days. Like it
didn't take much back then for a girl to get a reputation. So far as
raising my mom and her sister, she certainly hadn’t exactly been overly
strict. While she may not have been as open-minded when it came to having
sex in her house the way my parents were, it was also a different era
when such things weren’t even considered, let alone encouraged. I looked
at photos in my mom’s picture boxes and albums and she and her sister
definitely dressed slutty and loved the boys.
I say all this because I was getting ready to spend a week at my
grandma’s house - just me and her. With my wedding just six weeks away,
she wanted to throw me a shower and didn't want to make too many trips so
she asked me if I could make it to her house instead. She had a number of
friends that knew me from when I would visit as a teen and they were all
going to get together. Considering the average age would be over forty,
probably more like fifty or sixty, it wasn't going to be anything like
the one my friends were plotting for me back home. Still, I imagined some
silly games and prizes mixed with some practical gifts. The big thing was
that it would please my grandmother and to me that was the most important
part.
On the bright side two of my bridesmaids (I have six in all counting the
MOH) said they would attend the shower. They were going to drive together
and go home after the shower as they had to work the next day. At least
I’d have someone that wasn’t twice my age! I didn’t envy them the long
drive back that night but they were determined to help me with my shower.
Once of them had recently gotten married herself and I had been a
bridesmaid in her wedding so she was returning me the favor as well.
Neither of them knew anything about me and my dad, or even of some of the
things my fiancé and I had been doing since we’d gotten engaged. Both
were really sweet girls and while they WERE good friends and thus knew a
lot of my past history, I doubted that they would have really wanted to
know everything about all that stuff anyway.
It’s all about plausible deniability...
Chapter 2 – Road Trip
=====================
There are two basic options to get from Pittsburgh to the small town in
Illinois where my grandmother has lived just about her entire life -
drive or fly via Chicago. It’s a good nine hour drive at the very least
and I'd actually never driven it alone before but rather always as a
passenger in the back seat. People might ask me why I don't fly but when
you take into account the trip to the airport, the time to check-in and
board, the flight time, then the time to get your luggage, get a car and
then drive an hour to get to my grandmother’s you really didn’t save any
time and the cost was a LOT more. Besides, hate to fly in the first
place.
As you might gather, I can't say I was looking forward to the trip. I
should clarify it is the travel part of the trip I dreaded, not the
destination. As I mentioned, this would be my first time driving it
alone. In fact, it would be the furthest I'd EVER driven in one day in my
life. My previous driving record had been to college which was only a
three hour drive or so making this like triple my previous record.
All my life my family made at least one or two trips a year to visit my
grandmother, sometimes more. My dad always did the driving with my mom in
the front passenger seat and me in the back, usually seated behind my
mom. Sometime my Aunt Linda and cousin Kristi would come along as well in
which case my Aunt Linda would pick her spot and then the two of us would
negotiate our own seats. Sometimes one of us would sit in the third seat
of my dad’s SUV, sometimes we both would. It was always something
different and usually changed several times during the course of the
trip.
As a young girl, my mom would always bring me toys to play with or books
to read to keep me occupied during the trip. As I got older, these
became less a distraction but then when I got to be eleven I found a new
“toy” that made the trip much easier to deal with, not to mention I
always had the necessary “tools” right at my fingertips - masturbation.
Once I “discovered” myself, the trips suddenly seemed to shorten in half
or more, or at least that’s how it seemed. I’d just lie across the big
back seat, pull down my skirt or shorts or whatever I was wearing, and
basically spend the entire trip playing with myself. The windows were
heavily tinted so it wasn’t like people could drive by and watch a twelve
year-old fingering her pussy or anything like that. Still, I could see
OUT of the windows a whole lot easier than people could see IN and I
loved to watch the trucks and cars drive by without a clue as to what was
going on inside. In hindsight it was probably an early sign of an
exhibitionist streak that I soon learned runs a mile through me.
Like they did at home when I masturbated, for the most part my parents
simply ignored me whenever I was doing these things but not always. There
were a few times when my dad would take notice of what was going on
behind them and get horny. Sometimes he would pull into a rest area and
get in back with me while my mom would drive the next leg of the trip.
Interestingly such times were about the only times my dad relinquished
the driver’s seat to her.
As my younger cousin Kristi got older and started masturbating together
with me, the combined trips became even more interesting. Even my aunt
would sometimes get into the mood and do her own thing. While we never
actually touched each other at that age, at least not more than just
typical teenager teasing, I enjoyed watching them as much as I think they
enjoyed watching me.
One of the reasons I liked to watch them play with themselves was that
I've always found it fascinating to compare the way different people
masturbate. The first person I can remember ever seeing do it was my dad.
While he was definitely the one I saw doing it the most as I grew up, my
mother was always a frequent practitioner of the art although she tended
to do it more in private whereas my dad was of the "you do whatcha gotta
do when you need to do it" persuasion. I guess you could say that in that
aspect I definitely take after my dad more than my mom as I LOVE to be
watched when I do myself. Fortunately I found at an early age that the
boys at school were more than willing to be my audience! Often before I
sucked their dicks I would let them watch me make myself cum which never
failed to get them good and ready for me afterwards as you might imagine.
Actually, in some ways I think many guys get off more from watching a
girl masturbating than even having their dicks sucked.
When I use to drive back and forth to college I would make it a point to
wear something “accessible” so that as I drove I could easily flip up my
skirt or unzip my shorts so I could touch myself. As the windows in my
car weren’t tinted like my dad’s SUV I had to be a bit more careful who
drove by me but then there were times it was fun NOT to be careful.
Truckers were always safe to tease - even the female ones. They would
honk and drive alongside of me before moving on. It was the soccer moms
in minivans who I had to keep an eye out for the most. Armed with cell
phones and pious attitudes, they could have called me in for indecent
exposure had I not kept a rein on myself when they were pulling up
alongside.
One thing I DID learn though about masturbating and driving... People may
think that texting and cell phones are distracting while driving but they
are nothing compared to masturbating, especially if you get serious about
it. More than once I caught myself in a wrong lane or about to rear-end
someone when my feelings and desires started to get the best of me.
Still, it DID make the trip a lot more relaxing and passed the time
quickly so I considered it worth whatever risk there might be. Thank
goodness nobody is proposing a law to ban masturbation while driving!
So I was packed with my suitcase in the car and some clothes hanging in
the back seat when Kristi met me at the door to kiss me goodbye. We
hugged and I felt her bare breasts pressing against my thin pink t-shirt
which was the only thing between our boobs. Not that this was anything
unusual as Kristi was topless around the house at least 90% of the time.
She had on a black thong though as unlike me, she wasn’t a “bottomless”
girl. Not that she was shy - quite the opposite in fact. I think that for
her it stemmed back from her hooker days when she would tease the guys.
“Nice... I see you’re all ready for your trip,” she chuckled, stepping
back to give me the once-over. My cousin’s eyes started at my feet which
wore a comfy set of sneakers with little white anklet socks. I don’t like
to wear sandals or open-toed shoes when I drive as I find that to get the
car cool enough for my body that my feet would often end up freezing. In
addition to a light pale pink t-shirt I wore one of my favorite denim
skirts, one of those that looked like they were cut from long pants but
actually came off the rack that way. Needless to say I wasn't wearing
panties, something Kristi seemed to feel that she had to verify herself
by reaching under the back and planting her hand on my bare butt, running
her finger up my ass crack to make sure there wasn’t anything hiding in
between my butt cheeks..
“Mmmmmmm, you know I’ve always envied your ass,” Kristi murmured as she
rubbed and squeezed my butt.
“Well you’re more than welcome to come with me and rub it the whole way
if you want,” I teased her, not that I would have turned her down if she
had accepted.
Kristi just frowned instead. Actually I knew that she would’ve taken me
up on the offer if she didn't have so much to do over the weekend. With
the local home sales market starting to pick up, it wasn't a good time
for her to be taking time away from open houses. Even if she had, I think
her mom would have killed her had she even suggested it as they worked as
a team.
One last kiss and I was off to the turnpike. It had been ages since I’d
pushed my poor car this hard but hopefully it would hold up. Based on the
forecasts for the week I was praying that the air conditioning wouldn’t
give me any problems. The road wasn’t all that crowded and once I was
through the toll gate (thank you God for EZ-Pass) I set the cruise
control on 70 and settled in for the long haul.
It wasn’t long before boredom set in. I know some people love driving and
for them a road trip is heaven on earth but for me it’s just about the
most boring thing I can think of. I’d rather sit through an extra sermon
than drive more than hour on the road, especially alone with nobody to
talk to. It was bad enough when my dad drove and at least I had the back
seat all to myself to do whatever I wanted - even if it was just to
stretch out and sleep. Driving was worse in that you had to keep your
mind on the road.
Yes, driving alone is the epitome of hell. Sometimes I wonder if
masturbation got started back on some ancient cave-man road trip. Like
the clan was on the move and the kids were bored and then someone
discovered this wonderful way to keep them occupied and quit whining,
“Are we there yet?” OK, so maybe that’s stretching it a bit but the core
concept still applies. I know my parents were thrilled when I started
handling my own boredom issues by taking matters into my own hands -
literally. The timing couldn't have been better. Just as I was getting to
where keeping me occupied on the road was becoming more and more
challenging, suddenly I had this new thing that if anything, made me sad
when we reached our destination.
While I know some guys claim to masturbate when they drive, it has to be
difficult to stroke your own dick behind a steering wheel. There are many
reasons why I’m thankful for being a girl and I say a little thank-you
prayer when I’m horny behind the wheel. I can't even imagine trying to
wiggle out a cock from my pants and then trying to stroke it while I
drive. Heck, it’s hard enough for me to do it for a guy while he does the
driving and all I have to do is concentrate on the task at hand! All I
have to do is lift my skirt a bit and I’m home free. Even if I’m wearing
panties it’s a whole lot easier to slide them to one side then trying to
work out this long hard dick through a pair of boxer shorts or, god
forbid, tight jockey shorts.
I don’t really remember at which mile marker I started touching myself
but it was somewhere just after Cleveland. It’s like one of those things
you start to do without really even thinking about it. My mom use to
nudge me at times when I first got into it and my hand would drift to my
crotch at times and places it wasn't really appropriate - at least she
said it wasn’t. Often I was just as surprised as she was. It was like my
hand developed a mind of its own and did its thing without me even
realizing what was happening.
Somewhere just after crossing into Indiana I was just driving along like
I was on autopilot. A few miles before I’d passed though the toll gates
at the borders and it was like one of those “How did I get here already?”
moments. Ever find yourself somewhere you wanted to go and then not
remember hardly a thing about how you got there?
Then a horn honked and I was jolted out of whatever surreal world I was
driving in at the time and looked about to me see where the obnoxious
noise had come from. It had to be a truck from the deep sound of the air
horn and the way it seemed to come from above me rather than right next
to me. Sure enough, passing by me was this huge semi with a guy on the
passenger side hanging out of the window with one arm holding on for dear
life as he stretched to peer into my car. He was saying something but
with my window up and the air-conditioning on full blast there was little
chance of me hearing what he was saying. Still, there was no mistaking
what he was looking at - ME!
It was then that I realized my skirt was bunched up around my waist,
exposing my bare crotch with my one hand tucked in between my thighs.
From the guy’s perch above me there could be no mistaking what I was
doing. Well, it’s not like I was embarrassed, just surprised at the
unexpected intrusion. If anything, the fact that some total stranger had
“caught” me doing myself was turning me on all the more if anything. I
looked up and smiled at him while spreading my legs as far apart as I
could in the confines of my seat. He gave me a thumbs up which just
encouraged me to do more so I pushed my finger up into me to get it good
and wet, making sure he could see what I was doing, and then pulled it
back out and sucked it clean like I was sucking on a popsicle. Licking my
lips, I returned my hand to where it belonged as the horn sounded once
more and the truck passed me by.
Feeling a little flushed from exposing myself so blatantly, I got all the
more serious about what I was doing. What I REALLY needed right then was
a rest area where I could pull over and do myself properly but lord only
knew how far it would be until the next one came up. Other cars were
passing me as I wasn't doing 80 MPH like it seemed people thought the
speed limit was but none of them had the proper height or angle to get a
look inside to see what I was doing. Still, even that was sort of a turn-
on as I would glance to the side to see who was passing me and then
realize that they had no idea whatsoever what I was doing just a few feet
away.
It was maybe half-way through Indiana when I came the first time, arching
up against the seat back as I rubbed my clit fast and furious. God it
felt good! A minivan with family complete with mom and dad in the front
seat and three kids in the back was passing by just as I was peaking.
Mmmmmmm, if only they had any idea of why I was looking a bit frazzled at
the time! What would dad have answered to, “Daddy, why is that girl
touching herself like that?”
My second orgasm came along just before the heavier traffic in the
Chicago/Gary area started which was fortunate as I needed two hands on
the wheel from this point onward. It’s not like I drive all that often,
especially in this sort of traffic where there were five and six lanes in
each direction! I left my skirt pulled up though in hopes that maybe
somebody would notice but every seemed too intent on getting to wherever
they were going to notice. Oh well, their loss...
Finally I reached the last interchange and turned on the smaller highway
leading to my grandmother’s home town. It was amazing to see the growth
in the area. Back when I was a little girl I remember my dad driving here
and me looking at all the fields and pastures filled with farm animals.
Oh well, now it was nothing but stores and roads. Not an improvement if
you ask me.
Before long I was pulling into my grandmother’s concrete driveway. It
looked just the same as I remembered it all my life although now it was
dwarfed by all the newer, larger homes that had sprung up during the
building explosions of the past decade or so. It was a small ranch home
with a basement, nothing extravagant. The corn field in the back where I
use to play as a little girl was long gone - replaced by a church which
suited my grandmother just fine as she switched to it and could now walk
to church whenever she wanted. She had lived next to the same people
since my mom was born but in the past few years even that had changed.
When the older guy to the one side had moved into a nursing home after
his wife died, a new couple had moved in that were in their forties.
Empty-nesters, they didn't associate much with my grandma other than to
be polite and say hi when they were in the back yard. The only time my
grandmother mentioned them was to complain that their dog pooped in her
yard all the time.
The old widow on the other side of my grandmother’s house had died a few
years back and been replaced by a school teacher and his family. They had
two daughters, both of who were now in high school if I remembered things
right. I hadn’t seen them in a while and we’d never really talked much in
the past although I distinctly remember my father drooling over them! I
noticed the above-ground pool they’d installed shortly after moving in
was still there but nobody was home at the moment so I just went in to
greet my grandmother.
Chapter 3 – The Bridal Shower
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The primary reason for my trip was my first wedding shower. Actually I
was having a total of three of them - this one, one by Steve’s mother for
her friends and family, and another by my friends (not to be confused
with the bachelorette party Beth had promised me so many years before!).
My mom and Steve’s had initially been coordinating to hold one together
but then they decided to hold off until just before the wedding when
Steve’s side of the family and friends from California would be coming
in. My friends were talking about something a couple of weeks before the
wedding so it ended up that this one was to be the first.
Just to be clear, this was my grandmother throwing the shower for me, not
any of my crazy friends, and she was inviting her personal friends so I
wasn't expecting it to be anything wild and crazy. In fact, the
invitation list I’d seen numbered about thirty women and I hardly knew
any of them. Thankfully two of my bridesmaids, Nancy and Samantha, were
going to drive out the morning of the shower which I thought was really
sweet of them. Sam had some friends in Indiana so they would drive back
the night of the shower and spend some time there before heading back to
Pittsburgh. At least I wouldn’t be the only one under forty! Exactly why
my grandmother couldn’t have just waited until my “family” shower a month
from now was beyond me but who was I to argue?
Arriving at my grandmother’s house after a grueling drive, I was tired
and frustrated from all the city traffic towards the end of the trip.
Even though I’d done my best to keep myself “occupied” during the trip,
it still was a long trip and without anyone to talk to or share the
driving duties I was dead tired. Hmmm, or maybe it was because I did so
that I was so tired?
Fortunately my grandmother is a sweetie and she had dinner ready and
didn’t push me to go out and do anything right away. It was crazy hot out
but her back deck was shaded by several old trees that kept it down to a
reasonable temperature. It was much nicer to sit out on the lounge chaise
than being cooped up inside in the air-conditioning.
As we sat and exchanged small talk, I looked over at the neighbors’
houses. The deck was on the side of the house that was closest to the
teacher’s house, actually just a few feet from the property line with
just enough room for a car to drive back to get to the extra garage in
back. It was never used as a garage, it was really a tool shed with a
garage door.
“I bet they use that pool a lot in this weather,” I commented to my
grandmother.
She sort of shrugged and replied, “Not nearly as much as back when the
girls were little. Actually it seems like a waste as I think he spends
more time cleaning it than they do swimming in it.”
The pool was mostly above ground with a wooden security fence around the
perimeter. The stairs leading to the top deck that surrounded the pool
had a swinging door that I noticed was padlocked shut. Damn, so much for
sneaking in and cooling off while they were out!
A while later a lady arrived to talk to my grandmother about the shower
the next day. It was going to be held in the church behind her house
which made it convenient. From their discussions I learned they were
planning on setting up right after the service with everyone due to
arrive by around 2:00. Hopefully Sam and Nancy would be here by then!
****************
The next morning I woke in the guest bed and for a moment I was
disoriented and when I looked at the alarm clock I felt a panic in my
chest. Damn, I’d slept in and now I was going to be late! It was
something I rarely missed, meeting with my dad before church, and now I
would barely have enough time if I skipped a shower to get over there to
his house and satisfy him before we’d be late for service.
Then my eyes focused and I remembered that I wasn't in my bedroom in
Pittsburgh but rather the guest bedroom at my grandmother’s house. I felt
a little twinge between my legs as I realized that I wouldn’t be seeing
my dad this morning. Over the years I think I could count on one hand how
many times I missed being with him because of something that was my
fault. It wasn’t so much that I missed the sex. Sure, any sex is good sex
but it wasn't the physical rewards that made me so conscientious about
fulfilling my obligations. No matter how many times I give myself to him,
I don’t think I will ever grow tired of seeing the look in my father’s
eyes when he wants me, or his sigh as he cums inside of me. It’s the kiss
he gives me after we uncouple that tells me how I pleased him, how I
satisfied his needs and desires even if only for a little while.
I threw back the covers and walked down to the hall to the bathroom. I
didn’t hear my grandmother anywhere and the door to her bedroom was
closed so I assumed she was still sleeping. After taking care of Mother
Nature’s urgent call I started back to the guest room and was startled
when my grandmother turned the corner into the hallway and almost bumped
right into me. I hadn’t bothered with a robe or anything so I was stark
naked at the time.
“Sorry grandma,” I stammered, instinctively covering my boobs with my
hands. I know, it was a strange reaction as in most circumstance I LIKE
to be seen naked but with my grandmother it was different.
Grandma stepped back a step and just shook her head. “Nothing I haven’t
seen before honey,” she assured me.
With that I slipped back into the bedroom and closed the door partially
behind me. It felt odd to be in a bedroom with the door shut, even when
it wasn't shut tightly. Still, I respected my grandmother’s feelings and
I knew she didn't really like it when people ran around naked in her
house. When my dad was with me we made it a point to always put on a robe
or a shirt or something to be a little modest. Even when we started
sharing the same bedroom after he started fucking me, nothing was
actually said about it although I noticed the first few times my
grandmother didn't seem too thrilled about it even though she never
brought up the subject or discussed it.
Still feeling tired, I lay back on the bed with my head on the pillow and
my legs stretched out and spread open. Even though the air-conditioning
was running, my grandmother didn't keep the house exactly cold and so the
ceiling fan was running at mid-speed. The air the fan was blowing my way
felt so good against my hot bare skin.
I closed my eyes and started to remember the last time I’d slept in this
bed but then my dad had been with me. He had woken up first and by the
time I awoke he already was spooning with me and had his finger up my
pussy while his hardened dick was trying to push its way between my
closed thighs - without much success I might add. I didn't even say good
morning but just lifted my leg enough for him to get his dick up against
my pussy. I felt his fingertips push the head into my pussy and then the
thrust of him against my bottom as he pushed himself inside of me.
Silently my dad fucked me; it was as if I was still asleep and he didn't
want to wake me. Of course I WAS awake but neither of us wanted to spoil
the moment. Eventually he came in me and as he flooded my pussy with his
sperm he put his arm around me and pulled me in tightly against him, his
hand covering my boobs and squeezing it as he thrust deeply with each
load of cum. When he had finished, he left the room, still without saying
a word as I laid there and drifted back to sleep once more.
Oh yeah, it was working! The memory of my dad’s thick dick in me,
together with the light touch of my fingers on my swollen clit and wet
pussy, was working their magic on me and before long I was cumming once
again on my grandmother’s bed.
With THAT out of my system, I headed back again to the bathroom, still
naked but my grandmother was out of sight this time. The shower felt good
and after I dried my hair and did my makeup I went back to the bedroom to
get dressed. I’d bought a new dress just for the shower - a black
sundress with large roses. The spaghetti straps were so thin as to be
almost not there and it came down to about the mid-thigh region - low
enough to keep from offending the Victorian sensibilities of my
grandmother’s friends but high enough to bare some leg. A pair of simple
black heels rounded it out. While a bra was out of the question in this
type of dress, I DID choose a black thong. Again, this was going to be
worn in front of a bunch of women two to three times my age so it wasn't
like I was trying to show off anything.
I headed to the kitchen where my grandmother had breakfast ready. She
took a long glance at my dress and for moment I thought maybe it was just
a hair too short but then she smiled and nodded her approval. Again, she
wasn't exactly a prude and I had seen some old photos of the outfits she
allowed my mom and her sister to wear made this dress look positively
conservative. We carried our cereal bowls out to the back deck and sat
around the round glass table. I noticed the cars were back in the
driveway next door which meant people were home again.
Not long after we’d sat down, I heard the door open next door and out
walked this simply stunning teenage girl. Trying to keep my eyes from
bugging out of my head, I couldn't help but think, “Damn, could this
possibly be the same girl I use to baby-sit when I stayed over so many
years ago?”
“Maggie’s grown up a lot, hasn’t she?” my grandmother said to me in a low
tone, seeing my eyes focusing on the stunning neighbor girl. “She just
graduated you know - but she’s a year younger than Tammy.”
She was referring to me youngest cousin Tammy who had indeed graduated
from high school not long before. Tammy was nineteen though, whereas
Maggie was eighteen if I was remembering correctly.
Maggie paid us no attention as she got in the car and drove off
somewhere.
“She’s a bit of snot,” my grandma huffed, “Thinks she’s God’s gift to
boys or something like that.”
Well, from the brief look I’d seen of her in her standard summer girl
uniform of daisy duke shorts and tight low-cut tank top I could
understand why she might have that perception of herself. Indeed, I bet
the guys were falling all over themselves whenever she was around.
My grandmother continued, “Now Cindy... SHE is the cute one. She’s going
to be even hotter than her sister but she has such a better attitude and
personality. We still talk a lot whereas her older bitch of a sister
doesn’t give me the time of day.”
There was no sign of her but just as I was about to pick up our dishes
and take them inside, the door next door opened again and out walked the
father. He seemed to have a mission - to pick up the pool toys that were
strewn all about.
My grandmother sniffed a bit and leaned over rather conspiratorially, “He
does that EVERY day - picking up for those girls. Always has you know.
They don’t do anything around the house so far as I can tell. A couple of
spoiled ones if I ever saw them.”
It wasn't until he had tossed everything back into the pool that he
turned and saw us sitting there. He waved and walked over to the railing
on the deck.
“Morning Martha, going to be another hot one, eh?” he greeted her. Then
he looked at me and smiled, “So who’s your visitor this morning?”
My grandma just waved her hand at him and laughed. “For crying out loud
Josh, you know darn well who this is. Now greet my granddaughter
properly.”
“Oh my god, that’s little Kelly?” he exclaimed, maintaining his little
façade for just a little longer. Then he leaned over and extended his
hand which I took and shook. “So you’re finally getting married... you’re
worried grandmother here thought THAT was never going to happen.”
“Josh!” my grandma scolded him but he just ignored her.
“So when’s the big day?” he asked. I told him and he whistled, “Wow,
that’s not too far away. Nervous yet?”
I just shrugged and smiled. Meanwhile I was giving him a once-over, just
as he was so obviously doing with me. I had my legs crossed and shifted
slightly so my dress worked its way up just a little bit more to expose
more of my upper thigh to him. His eye glanced down quickly and then he
tried to act like he hadn’t noticed. I wanted to laugh but that would
have spoiled things.
“The gals are all throwing her a shower this afternoon, would you like to
come?” my grandmother teased him.
“Hmmmmmm.... sounds tempting but I’ll take a pass,” he declined
gracefully. Yeah, like some guy just under forty was going to spend the
afternoon playing silly games with a bunch of ladies that could be his
mother - or maybe even grandmother.
“So when you heading back?” he asked me. I told him I would be staying
the week which he then used as an excuse to make his exit. “Great, hope
to see you around. Gotta get back before the old lady hollers,” he joked,
saluting us and heading back to the house.
“He’s always been a nice neighbor,” my grandmother said once he was out
of earshot, “Sometimes I don’t know what I would do without him helping
out around here.
“Yeah I see... I wouldn't mind him helping out either,” I said, winking
at her and then looking back to check him out as he returned home. OK, so
he wasn't some twenty-something Adonis but he wasn't too shabby for a guy
almost forty. Serving as a wrestling coach undoubtedly didn't hurt
either.
My grandmother quickly caught onto what I was inferring.
“OK, I’ll just say this once and then keep my peace,” she started out,
making me wonder what was about to come out. “I know a lot more about
what you do than I let on but as you know it’s not something I care to
discuss. All I ask is that you control yourself this week and not do
anything to mess with Josh. He’s a decent husband and father who doesn’t
need someone like you messing with him.”
With that it was like a light switch got flipped and she smiled and
helped me with the dishes as if nothing had been said.
Wow, now THAT really stunned me. I wondered who had been telling her
about me and just what she really knew. Obviously someone had clued her
in on my weakness for married men. But it was the “someone like you”
comment that really surprised me.
“Like me”? Just what did she mean by THAT? It certainly didn't appear to
be a compliment that much I could figure out on my own.
After we had cleaned up it was time for her to head over to the church to
get things ready. I offered to help but she insisted I stay behind.
“This only happens once in your life sweetie, take full advantage of it.”
Left all alone, I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV before calling
home to Steve. God I missed him already, and not just his wonderfully
responsive dick. One of the things that made me sure that Steve was “the
one” was that I could do just about anything with him and still be happy.
Even if we just sat next to each other on a bench on the park and never
said a word, it was like I was in heaven. With most guys, if I was
calling them it was for phone sex but right now I just wanted to hear my
fiancé's voice, to hear him tell me how much he loved me and how badly he
missed me. Now if he wanted to tell me how he missed fucking me, I could
go for that too!
Time flew by and I was still on the phone with Steve when the doorbell
rang and I went to find that Sam and Nancy had made it. I said goodbye to
Steve and let them into the house. It was just for a brief moment as once
they learned that things were being set up for the shower already they
hustled out the back door, down the deck stairs and almost ran to the
church in back, at least as much as their heels allowed.
Watching them leave for the church, I felt a pang in my heart to realize
how fortunate I was to have such good girlfriends. Both of them had been
in my inner circle of friends since we were little girls. Sam (short for
Samantha) held a rather unique place in that she was the one who
introduced me to doggie sex - and I don’t mean just the position. She was
wearing a pretty white dress with a light tan crocheted shawl that was
even shorter than mine. With her blonde hair and stunning tan she looked
positively gorgeous. She was getting married a week after me and we were
both bridesmaids in each other’s weddings. We had even tried on wedding
dresses together. When she told me she was getting married it was a bit
of a shock as I hadn’t realized she was all that close to her current
boyfriend. In fact, I even thought maybe this was one of those “required”
weddings but she assured me she wasn't pregnant. When I asked her if her
fiancé knew about her favorite bedmate she’d just grinned and made it
clear that he knew everything and that he was OK with it. Well, just as
Steve as OK with sharing his wife with her dad, I guess I couldn't say
anything about her future husband being willing to share her with the
family pet!
Nancy had been wearing a cute strapless sundress in a blue pattern. She’d
put on a few pounds in the last few years but was still nowhere near
being fat. She had been one of the first girls I masturbated with at
sleepovers as a young teen but other than that we’d never done much
beside a few experimental times together. Perhaps one of the times I
remember best was about four years earlier when Beth had joined us for a
rather interesting game of Truth or Dare. She was still single but I had
the feeling the wedding bells weren’t too far off for her either based on
the way she and her boyfriend behaved whenever they were together - which
seemed to be all the time.
About a half hour later Sam came back over and announced it was time for
me to make an appearance. It was about fifteen minutes after the hour so
most of the women who were going to show up were probably there by now. I
walked across the blazing hot asphalt parking lot and into the church
where I was greeted by applause and yellow lei. The theme was a beach
party and there was Beach Boy music playing along with decorations that
all encompassed a beach theme.
I noticed that everyone was wearing a clothespin so I asked where mine
was and Nancy just giggled and explained. Apparently anytime someone
mentioned my name during the proceedings they had to give their
clothespin up to the person who caught them saying it. The idea being
that whoever had the most clothespins at the end of the shower would win
some sort of prize. Thus from then on I was referred to as “the girl”,
“the bride”, “sweet pea” - don’t ask me why, and just about everything
but “Kelly”.
Once things got started for the most part it was a typical wedding shower
right out of “God Housekeeping or something like that. There were lots of
snack foods followed by silly games. As dumb as they were, everyone
seemed to get a kick out them and so I tried my best to smile and be
gracious.
Then came time for the gifts. Nancy was appointed to hand them to me
while Sam sat down next to me with a pad of paper to record who gave what
so I could get the Thank-You letters correct afterwards. Apparently
everyone thought I was going to be some sort of housewife like on Leave
It to Beaver as I got mostly kitchenware, towels, baskets and such.
Someone slipped in a box labeled “Sex Toys” and everyone gasped and acted
all embarrassed but at the same time they all had something to say about
me using them. The other gift I enjoyed was from my grandmother which was
something NOT in my registry - a beautiful cream- colored satin nightgown
with a matching short robe. It wasn't so much sexy as it was beautiful.
She just smiled at me while everyone oohed and awed at it as I held it up
to be seen.
By the way, supposedly I’m having three kids - two boys and a girl.
That’s based on the scientific method where they counted the number and
color of ribbons that I broke while opening the packages!
After the shower I thanked everyone, especially my two friends for having
driven so far. It seemed like such a long drive for just a few hours but
they were really great about it. Still, they headed off without staying
too long afterwards so they could get to Sam’s friend’s house before it
got too late.
And so my very first wedding shower came to a close...
Chapter 4 – Flirting With the Neighbor
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The rest of the week was forecasted to be unbearably hot and indeed for
once the weatherman got it right. My grandma had an old circular
thermometer on a tree by the deck and it seemed stuck on the upper ninety
degrees section, almost 100 degrees at times and that was in the shade.
The heat wave made life miserable; almost too hot to even lay out for
some much needed sun before my wedding. It didn’t help that my grandma's
house isn't exactly situated for privacy. The deck was built out over the
lawn from the back door with no fences and with the land as flat as it
was the neighbors on both sides can see everything - and vice versa.
After my initial greeting by Josh, I didn't see anyone until the next
morning when I went out to read the news on my iPad. I almost fell asleep
when I heard voices and I looked over to see Maggie and Cindy getting
ready to head out somewhere. I didn’t say anything but did look their
way. Cindy waved and I waved back but Maggie just ignored me. It wasn't
like she was being mean; she just didn’t seem to notice I even existed.
They drove off without saying anything so I went back to my reading and
e-mails. Given I was as much as ten years older than them I guess I could
see where they didn't see me as much as another girlfriend but rather a
mom and indeed, I imagined that if they babysat that some of the mothers
could very well be my age. Wow, talk about making me feel suddenly so
old!
My grandmother eventually joined me and she seemed fascinated by my iPad.
Then again, I loved it myself so I was more than happy to demo it for
her. As we played Josh came out, this time along with his wife Karen. It
had been a while since I had seen her and the first thing I noticed was
that she was a little chunky than she had been before. Not so much that
she was fat but her thighs definitely were heavier and it didn't help she
was wearing shorts that really should have covered more in her condition.
The other thing I noticed was she apparently was one of those women whose
weight is disproportional to her bust. What I mean is that when a woman
like that gains or loses weight, it seems her boobs are affected the most
before anything else. In Karen’s case she was sporting what had to be
38DDs - significantly bigger than what I remembered her being before.
While her weight was a little bit more than before, her personality
hadn’t changed. Oh she was nice - but nice to BE nice, if you know what I
mean. It was like it was all a façade and if you dug in just below that
forced smile and cheerfulness it was a whole different person inside.
Although she had always been fine around me whenever I visited in the
past, I could never shake the feeling that behind closed doors there was
another Karen that most people never saw.
Josh and Karen each grabbed a chair and we talked about the shower and my
upcoming wedding. Being Josh was a teacher, he was off for the summer and
unlike me, he seemed to make enough money that he had to moonlight during
the summer to make ends meet. Then again, the high school where he taught
was quite affluent and if the teacher salaries were anything like the
facilities, and then he was paid handsomely.
This morning I had picked out a pair of shorts and a halter top. The
shorts were loose as it was already in the nineties and it wasn't even
noon yet and even the halter top wasn't one of my smaller ones. It tied
in the middle and left me pretty much unsupported, allowing plenty of
cleavage to be exposed which I saw that Josh had noticed almost
immediately when he first said hello. It was like I wanted to give him
the classic, “Hey guy, I’m up HERE,” but I didn't want to embarrass him
in front of his wife. Still, I couldn't believe that she hadn’t noticed
her husband’s wandering eyes. I mean like when I am with Steve I
instantly know whenever his attention is on anybody but me. It’s not so
much that it bothers me, but I DO know it.
Needless to say my mind immediately went to the gutter. We hadn’t been
talking for more than ten minutes and already I was fantasizing about how
I wanted him to fuck me. It would be cool if he just did me here in front
of his wife but THAT wasn't going to happen - although it WAS a nice
fantasy.
I started to think more about Maggie and Cindy. As hot as the two of the
looked, did their dad ever have any thoughts about them? I wondered if he
ever masturbated about his daughters while they played in the pool? There
was a large kitchen window that overlooked the back yard - perfect for
him to sit and watch them and jerk off without anyone seeing him.
I hadn’t yet seen their bikinis but something told me from Maggie’s
demeanor that she wasn't wearing a one-piece these days by any means.
When thinking about that I was reminded of those fathers who would take
their daughter’s bikini tops and jerk off with them, coating the inner
side of their daughter’s cups with their cum and then sending me photos
of the results. What made them even hotter was seeing pics of them
wearing that same bikini. I wondered if Josh was one of those secretive
fathers doing such things in the middle of the night while his wife and
daughters slept without having a clue as to what he was doing up so late.
Damn, all these nasty thoughts were making me horny and it was all I
could do to keep my hands away from my crotch as I tried to focus on the
conversation. Then I looked at Cindy and she reminded me of a couple of
the mothers that I’d had sex with over the years. Sure she wasn’t a hot
teenage girl anymore but she wasn't ugly by any means and even the extra
weight managed to enhance her curves and as to some extent - especially
those massive boobs. Hmmmmmm, was she bi? Had she ever been with another
girl? Oh sure, there were probably those wild time at college when
everyone experiments a little but what about as she got older? Did she
have a BFF that came over to play when Josh and the girls were off at
school? Was she into three-somes? Now THAT seemed a bit far-fetched under
the circumstances but then you can never judge a book by its cover.
After they left my grandmother and I went back inside to watch some of
her TV shows. As we sat there she turned to me and once again I was a
little surprised at her expression.
“I thought we’d talked about Josh and that everything was settled so far
as that went?” she asked rhetorically in a rather terse tone. I looked at
her with a “what are you talking about?” expression so she shifted in her
chair and then continued, “Now Kelly, don’t even try giving me that
innocent look; you know exactly what I mean. Don’t forget I raised two
daughters who were just as slutty - if not more so, as you. You just lay
off of him, you hear me? Girls like you need to learn when something’s
off-limits and that’s all I’m going to say about the subject.”
There it was again, that underhand “girls like you” comment again. Now
what the heck did THAT mean? OK, so I’m not stupid and I had a good idea
what she meant but I didn't understand why she was so upset. If anything
I thought I had been quite the good girl all morning. I never even tried
leaning over to show him my boobs, something that could have been done
easily had I any desire to do so. Still, I wasn’t going to push the
subject and in the end the rest of the afternoon went quite well so it
was probably best I hadn’t.
Around 2:30 or so I decided it was time to get some sun. I’d brought
along several bikinis and laid them out on the bed, trying to decide
which once to use. Basically I had three options - church girl, school
girl and slutty girl as I liked to call them. The “church girl” bikini
was technically a bikini but with full legs and a higher waist while the
top fully enclosed my boobs and wrapped up around the back of my neck
halter-style. While it still would never have been allowed at church
camp, it was about as conservative a bikini as I would ever allow myself
to wear. The “school girl” bikini was a little less conservative but
still wearable at a public pool. It was strapless which meant it covered
most of my boobs in order to stay on but not much more than necessary.
The bottoms were cut much lower, almost to where my hairline would have
been had I not been shaved. The legs were cut up high on the hip and the
back, while not a thong, didn't cover more than half my butt.
Finally, there was my “slutty girl” bikini - a name given to it by my
horny dad who had first picked one out similar to it for me back when I
was barely a teenager. It was definitely NOT for the public pool where
I’m sure someone would have asked me to leave had I tried exposing myself
in it - which is essentially what it did. The top was nothing more than a
couple of small triangles that covered my nipples but not much else. As
for the bottoms, let’s just say there wasn't any questions as to whether
or not I shaved and the only thing in back was two strings - one around
my waist and the other leading down my butt crack to join with the front
at my crotch.
Frankly, I don’t know why I even bothered bringing the “church bikini”. I
might wear the thing once or twice a year depending on where I was but
other than that it never saw the light of day. I would’ve loved to have
worn the slutty version and seen Josh’s reaction but the words of my
grandmother rung like church bells in my ears. I really didn't want to
offend her so today wasn't the day for such a thing. Maybe later in the
week depending on how things progressed...
So the “school girl” bikini it was, winning more or less by default. I
slipped it on and adjusted the strong so it wasn't too tight on me. Out
on the lake in the boat or walking around on the beach I would have worn
it a bit tighter to keep it from slipping off at the wrong moment but
being I was going no further than the deck why be uncomfortable? After
slipping on the top I grabbed the bottoms. Just as I was about to step
into them I thought about how Josh had kept a close eye on me all
morning. God I was feeling horny again! My hand started to reach for me
but then I pulled away. If I got myself started who knows when I’d be
done and really wanted to get some sun while it was still up but not as
hot as it had been a little while before.
“Not exactly being shy, are we,” my grandmother said as I walked by her
on the way to the deck. I turned to her, half-expecting another lecture
but she was smiling and I realized she was just teasing me.
“You know, I can remember back when your mother use to wear a suit almost
just like that one. Some of hers were even sluttier than that one. But
then, it wasn’t like she ever listened to me.”
I was tempted to tell her if she wanted to see slutty then I had just the
suit for her but I kept my tongue and was just thankful she was OK with
what I was wearing.
Out on the deck the wood boards were blistering hot so I laid down a
couple of towels before stepping out to the chaise lounge chair. The
cushion had been rolled back so it hadn’t been exposed to the direct
sunlight which allowed me to lay down on it without feeling like I was
lying on a cast iron stove top. Still, I could already feel the hot sun
blaring down on me and I knew I couldn't stay out for too long. Even
though I had a decent tan already, it wasn’t nearly enough to protect me
on a day like today.
I must have started to doze off because suddenly I heard a voice saying,
“You know, you really should use more sunscreen on a day like this.”
Looking up, I saw Josh standing outside the deck, leaning over on the
railing and supporting himself on his elbows. He was smiling at me and
even though he seemed to try to pretend that he wasn’t, he was definitely
giving me the once- over - actually many times more than once. It wasn't
like I didn't like it. Heck, what girl DOESN’T like to have a man look at
her with desire and lust in his heart? It doesn’t mean anything will ever
actually happen, but it’s just knowing he WISHES it would happen that
counts.
I was turned sideways relative to where he was standing so he had a nice
view of my body but not exactly an “up the legs” or “down the top” shot
so I figured why not help him out a little? Standing up, I repositioned
the chair so when I sat back down on it I was facing him with my feet
flat on the cushion and my knees bent with my legs together - just as a
nice girl would do. But then who says I am a nice girl?
“So where’s the girls?” I asked him, pretending not to notice that he
eyes were riveted on my ass, or at least as much as what he could see at
the moment.
“Who knows, some friend’s house I guess. They’re never home anymore it
seems.”
“So no pool parties? Wow, if I had a pool like that I’d be in it every
day.”
Josh shrugged. “They use to practically like in it like they were fish. I
guess it’s not as big to them now that they’re older. It’s only a few
feet deep.”
I sighed and came back with, “Still, I bet it would feel good on a day
like this.”
“Actually it’s pretty warm right now. Guess that’s another reason they
don’t really like it. It’s practically like bath water with all this heat
lately.”
Sheesh, talk about not being able to take a hint! Well, maybe he might
start getting the idea if I showed a little more so I allowed my legs to
open. My feet were on each edge of the cushion with my knees bent inwards
to be together so all I had to do was straighten up a bit and it was like
my crotch was on full display. Too bad I wasn't wearing my slut version
as it would be pulled up inside my pussy by now leaving practically
nothing to get in the way. Even so I had a pretty good idea that there
was a decent camel toe for him to enjoy as the bottoms I had on were a
little tighter than they should’ve been.
Poor Josh. As hard as he tried to carry on a normal conversation, it was
like having a shark next to him ready to attack given the way his
attention kept straying. I fanned myself with a paper and as I did so my
hips rocked making my legs sway, further emphasizing the fact that I was
deliberately allowing him to have a straight-on view of my barely covered
crotch.
“Josh! Telephone!” Karen yelled out from the door. I would’ve been a
hundred bucks that Josh would’ve gladly volunteered to call whoever it
was back later but then it might’ve been hard to explain to his wife,
especially if she came over and saw the position I was in for her
husband. Josh said goodbye before THAT could happen and left me on my own
- thoroughly horny by now as well.
Tuesday was pretty much a repeat. I wore the same suit most of the day,
even around the house as it was so much cooler than anything else I had
brought with me. Josh always seemed to find some excuse to come over to
visit me, even if just for a few moments but it was always enough to get
a good eyeful. The next time I was lying on my belly but I made sure I
was pointed at the place he always perched to talk to me - he never
actually came up on the deck, just stood there outside and leaned over. I
had previously loosened the top about as much as I could and still keep
it on me so when I got up on my elbows to talk to him I knew my boobs had
to be fairly well exposed. He might not have actually seen my nipples but
that was about all he didn't see.
That night I was on the phone with Steve in the bedroom. I told him about
how I was teasing the married guy next door which seemed to turn Steve on
even more than me - if that was even possible.
“So you want this guy to fuck you, don’t you babe?” he asked me.
I was naked on the bed, rubbing myself with one hand while I held the
phone to my ear with the other. Using the speaker phone would’ve been so
much easier but then I didn't want my grandmother listening to me having
phone sex with my fiancé. Not that I cared but she might now approve of
some of his fantasies that I played into at times. I just moaned in
response.
“Ha, you’re playing with yourself thinking about him now, aren’t you my
horny girl?” he teased me.
“You wanna watch?” I asked him. Needless to say he was more than
agreeable so we set up FaceTime on my iPad and his iPhone so he could see
what I was doing. I set the iPad up on the dresser so it had a full view
of me on the bed while I talked to him on the phone.
“God you look so hot babe,” Steve sighed as he got his first images of
his nude fiancé playing with herself. This was still rather new for me,
even though we’d done it a number of times. It wasn't as good as him
being there in person to watch me but under the circumstances you made do
with what you had.
“Tell me what I should do for him,” I begged in a husky voice.
For the next half hour or so Steve did all the talking while I did all
the actions. God, he must've been even hornier than usual for me judging
by the incredibly sexy scenario he laid out for me and Josh. It was so
hot to masturbate as my boyfriend told me his fantasy about how Josh
fucked me and then his two teenage cute daughters joined in, all the
while being watched by their loving mother who smiled and cheered us all
on. Damn, I loved Steve all the more for the way he could dream up such
things for me. Now if only he was a genie and could grant them all to
come true!
After I’d cum a couple of times we went back to talking about the plans
for our upcoming wedding and such so I closed the video app down and we
just talked. Still, I was soaking wet by now and all I could think about
was his dick.
“Kelly? You listening?” Steve said and I realized that once again my mind
had drifted off as I dreamed about Steve fucking me. When I apologized he
just laughed.
“Well, sounds like you need some serious ‘me’ time so why don’t you just
hang up and take care of yourself and we can talk later?”
And people ask me why I want to marry this guy!
It was another hour before I called him back, exhausted and flush but
finally somewhat satisfied. Although masturbation can never replace a
real dick it still make me feel pretty damn good!
Wednesday came and went without much change in the local neighbor
situation. Out on the deck I was still wearing the school girl bikini as
I just couldn’t imagine my grandmother going along with me wearing the
sluttier one out in public. I only saw Josh once though as it seemed he
had to take the girls somewhere for most of the day. When they came back
the sisters headed straight for the house while Josh made a beeline for
the deck. While he couldn't stay long without arousing the ire of Karen,
I made sure this time I was on my belly facing away from him with my legs
spread obscenely wide apart giving him the best possible view of my ass
and crotch. It didn't hurt that I had tugged the bottoms in as much as I
could when I hear the car returning in hopes he would stop by. I could
just imagine the camel toe he was staring at. He still wasn't getting a
direct view of my pussy but it was about as close as I could provide
without me completely taking off the suit.
That night I did FaceTime again for Steve as he was ready with another
fantasy about Josh - this time with just his daughters and me. Damn, he
knew just what buttons to push to get me off! This time it took longer
than an hour before I called him back...
Thursday morning arrived all too soon and as I laid in bed thinking about
the upcoming day I came to the realization that I was stuck with a
serious decision to make. So far Josh had definitely shown interest but
nothing more than being a voyeur. In fact, we hadn’t even talked about
anything sexy or teased each other about sex. Heck, I was starting to
think that while he WAS a man and thus couldn't control certain
reactions, maybe he was also one of those rare creatures - a loving
husband and father who was could stay faithful to his wife no matter how
tempted, even if his eyes were straying a bit. Then again, it wasn't
exactly like I’d thrown myself at him either. So whose fault was it that
nothing had happened so far - his or mine? Well, if I was being honest
with myself I would say it had to be me to take the responsibility. I was
letting my grandmother intimidate me such that I didn't give it
everything I could so how could I blame Josh for not picking up on my
needs?
Chapter 5 - My Grandmother Reminisces
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Once I was up and done in the bathroom I went in the kitchen to grab some
breakfast and found my grandmother was already there, standing in front
of the stove in a long cotton robe fixing some eggs and bacon. As for me,
I’d thrown on a short tank top after my shower as I hadn’t really
expected her to be up so early. It barely covered my stomach so my ass
was fully exposed. Actually the cool morning air felt good against my
bare bottom. Before I could turn around and go back to my bedroom to put
one something less revealing my grandmother turned and I say her mouth
purse as she glanced down to my bald exposed pussy.
“You know you’re a lot more like your mother than you may realize,” she
said, surprising me a little as I had expected her to just say something
about me wearing more around the house. Stunned, I just stood there and
waited for her to continue.
“Must be the genes or something, she was always trying to get away with
running around bare-ass.”
I was trying to think of something to say besides “good morning” when she
really surprised me by adding, “You know, when I was your age I loved to
be that way too but in those days nice girls didn’t go about like that in
front of their parents. Looks like you inherited the ‘bottomless’ gene
though, unlike my other slutty niece.”
By that she had to be referring to Kristi but I didn’t interrupt her to
confirm it.
“I don’t know what it was with her mom and her always trying to be
topless. Just never seemed comfortable to me.”
This was new. She had never volunteered such information before and while
I knew my mom sometimes hinted at being a little slutty around the house
while growing up, she’d never let on about anything like this.
“So did you let mom dress like this?” I asked, modeling my tank top for
her by spinning around once.
“Oh no! Not at all,” she laughed, “Not with her father around at least. I
know it probably seems silly to you but there WERE some things I had to
put my foot down about.”
I wanted to ask her why ignoring the fact her husband was having sex with
her daughters was OK but when it came to them dressing slutty around the
house that was bad but I knew better. Besides, while she usually was
pretty closed-mouth about incest there had been a few times over the
years she had opened up to me so I knew where she was coming from. Just
knowing they were having sex was OK so long as they didn't do it where
she could see. Running around without panties or shorts was different
because then she could SEE what was going on and THAT was unacceptable.
It seemed a rather fine and wiggly line in the sand but it worked for her
so who was I to complain?
“Just make sure you don’t forget to put something on if you go out on the
deck,” she reminded me as she served me my breakfast.
It had been a while since anyone had fixed me such a nice breakfast and I
really appreciated it - not to mention how open-minded she was this
morning. Damn, it was as if she had gotten laid last night or something!
Of course THAT hadn’t happened but for whatever reason she seemed in an
especially good mood so I figured I might take advantage of it a little.
“So did mom ever go out on the deck and forget?”
My grandmother looked at me a little more sharply and for a moment I
thought maybe I had crossed some invisible line but then she just shook
her head.
“Oh no. Don’t forget things around here were a lot different when she was
your age. We didn't even have a deck back then. Heck, we didn't even have
the family room - it was just a gravel area where the grill and chairs
were set out. Your grandfather added the family room and then built on
the deck over the lawn. None of the tress were there at first and he
built the back garage about the time your mom left for college. So there
really wasn't anything nice like there is now to go out and lay out
unless you took out a lawn chair and set it out on the grass.”
I looked out thought the family room windows and tried to imagine how
bare the yard must have been back then. It seemed so lush and green now
with all the tress but I was reminded of some old family photos and how
it had all been open space back in my mom’s younger years.
“So no neighbors to tease?” I tossed out, wondering how she would
respond.
“If you mean like you’ve been doing to that poor man next door... no,
nothing like that at all. It was an older couple that lived next door and
they pretty much stayed to themselves.”
I caught the reference to the “poor man next door” and couldn't help but
grin a bit at it - which she in turn picked up as well.
“Yes, I have seen what you’ve been doing young lady and I must say, I
hope you’ve learned a valuable lesson. Not every man out there is going
to fall over his feet just because you flaunt yourself for him. Some men
actually have integrity and Josh is one of them which is why I haven’t
said anything about it. If fact,” she added with a bit of a grin as if
she was having fun with me, “I’ve gotten a bit of a kick out of your
frustration this week. I bet you’re not use to being turned down like
this... are you?”
Really, what could I say? I was guilty as charged and the expression on
my face must have confirmed it for her.
“Oh now don’t get so defensive Kelly, I use to feel the same way when
your mom and aunt would strike out. Granted, it didn't happen very often
but it was sort of fun to see them get all bothered when some guy
wouldn’t cave in to their little games. Personally, I don’t think it
hurts now and then for girls like you to feel how others do the way you
treat them.”
OK, once again she had referred to “girls like me” for the umpteenth time
during my visit. It was time to address the situation.
“Grandma, what do you mean by ‘girls like you’?” I asked softly, trying
not to sound overly accusing.
“C’mon Kelly,” she huffed a bit, “You know EXACTLY what I mean - sluts
and whores like you and your screwed up cousin.” She paused to catch my
reaction but I was doing my best to keep a deadpan face. “Do you really
think I don’t know what you two have been doing? Really Kelly, the two of
you are like mirror images of your mom’s so it’s not like I’m all that
surprised how things have worked out.”
I could see how she could saw I was like my mom, but Kristi like her
mother? Especially since she had practically spat out the word ‘whore’
when referring to Kristi. SO I asked her about it, figuring I had nothing
to lose at this point.
My grandma looked at me like I was someone she didn't recognize. “You
mean nobody has ever told you about Linda’s little side business in high
school?” Obviously I hadn’t or why else would I have asked? “Your mom was
a lot like you - screwing half the senior class and teasing every man she
could. I could deal with that, it wasn't like it was anything illegal or
what not. But your Aunt Linda...” she drifted off, shaking her head.
So NOW she had my attention. What could my aunt have done that she hadn’t
told me about? It wasn't like she had ever hidden anything from me, and
certainly not my mom - or so I had always assumed. Face it, with
everything they had told me already, what could possibly shock me?
Grandma laughed, sitting back in her chair and folding her arms like she
was pleased as punch to finally have something I didn't know about. Well,
she certainly was making the most of my discomfort, that much I could
say. Finally she leaned forward and all but whispered, “Your mom was the
class slut but her sister was the school whore.”
Yeah right, and I’m the Queen of England. If what she was saying was
true, why hadn’t anyone told me by now? Now when it came to my cousin
Kristi, yes, SHE had been a whore for years and it was widely discussed
and debated between us. I had always wondered why my aunt put up with it,
even seeming to encourage her at times. Personally I was as thrilled as
anyone when she announced her “retirement” as I was worried about her
health but most of all her safety. When I’d tried being an “escort” back
in college my career had consisted of five clients until I learned the
hard way what the dangers were and quit before anything TOO serious
happened. Kristi was a lost less discerning than I was when it came to
who she whored herself out to and I knew she would do most anything for
the right amount of money so I had always worried about her.
“You don’t believe me?” my grandma challenged me, leaning back again
against the back of the kitchen chair, “When you get home go ask her.
Tell her that her mom told you the truth finally. I mean really Kelly, do
you think she got the idea for improving her real estate sales just out
of the blue?”
I tried pushing her for more details but she just waved me off, saying
she had probably told me too much already and to ask my aunt about it
when I got home if I was really all that curious. Wow, talk about putting
some puzzle pieces together that had been impossible to line up before
now...
“So do you think Josh is never going to do anything with me?” I asked
her, deciding to change the subject to something she might talk more
about as it seemed she had reached the end of the line so far as my mom
and her sister went - at least for today.
“Oh Kelly, do you really think I am so blind and naïve?” she said,
rolling her eyes, “I’ve seen what you’ve been doing out there but I
haven’t said anything until now because I DO think he is an honorable
man.”
“Well, I still have one more day,” I retorted, not willing to give in
quite yet.
“It won’t matter,” she said flippantly, as if the subject was already
settled, “You can even wear that god-awful bikini you’ve been hiding in
the room and it won’t matter, trust me.”
I started to protest, feeling a little angry now. What had she been
doing? Had she been going through my clothes when I was outside?
“No, I didn’t look through your things,” she injected, as if she had been
reading my mind, “You left everything open the other day with it right on
top so it was sort of hard to miss... although with as little material as
it has I’m surprised I saw it at all. You don’t really wear that in
public, do you?” I assured her that I was a little smarter than that. If
there was one thing I felt I was pretty good at - besides killer
blowjobs, it’s knowing where the line is and how to push it as far as
possible without getting arrested for indecent exposure. With my slut
bikini on there was only one conclusion that could be reached if you saw
me in it - I was all but naked.
“Well I can't believe your mom even lets you have one like that,” she
sighed, “I mean, I let your mom and sister get away with a lot when it
came to how they dressed - or didn't, but there were still certain rules
that had to be followed.”
“Not even for Grandpa?” I asked before I caught myself. It was too late,
it was already out there and nothing could bring the words back. If
anything, it was like our conversation was opening her up though and she
didn't respond as harshly as I was afraid she might. If there was one
topic that was normally out of bounds it was incest.
“Especially for him,” she said rather rigidly and that was all that was
said. Still, that was three more words than I had expected to hear.
At that point I should have known better and moved on but I was starting
to get horny with all this talk about my mom and aunt. It was almost like
I was drunk except I hadn’t been drinking anything.
“Grandma... why don’t you like to talk about grandpa and my mom?”
She shot me a look that told me I had indeed crossed the line and for a
brief moment I was afraid she might get up and bolt from the room. Had I
asked her earlier there wasn’t a doubt in my mind that she would have but
now that we’d been talking for a while she seemed more open to this line
of questioning.
“It’s just wrong Kelly,” she explained softly, “I know you don’t agree
with me but I just can’t condone it. There are some things that aren’t
exactly wise or safe - like the things your mom did at school and on
dates. I can't say I exactly approved of the things she wore either but
that was just clothes.”
She paused for a moment as if unsure of how to continue but then she took
a deep breath and concluded with, “But when I found out what he had done
to your mother and especially to poor Linda when she was barely even
twelve... well I just couldn't go along with that.”
“So why didn't you stop grandpa from doing it again?”
Again she looked at me like I was some stranger in her eyes. “And just
how was I going to do THAT?” she said with a note of exasperation in her
voice. “When men feel urges like that they can’t be put aside forever. It
certainly didn’t help that they both seemed to enjoy it. Maybe if they
had protested or fought back even a little bit I could have stepped in
but it was all I could do to keep them off of him at times. You have no
idea how glad I was when he finally built that garage out back.”
Now THAT was an interesting point. The garage out back? So far as I knew,
no car had ever been inside of it but they called it a garage because
he’d installed a garage door in the front of it to make it easier to get
things in and out. I’d always assumed it was more for his tool and a
workshop but now based on my grandmother’s comments I wondered what else
might have been the motive behind building it?
“I guess your mom never told you about THAT either,” my grandmother
smirked. “They use to all disappear out there for hours at a time. Of
course I knew what was going on back there but so long as they kept quiet
about it and didn’t discuss it in front of me I could live with it.
As she spoke the thought of “plausible deniability” came back to my head
yet again. At the same time, I was getting other ideas as well. I
wondered if she had intended that or if it was just a happy coincidence?
Was she trying to give me a hint? There was no outward sign of anything
like that but then you never know, my grandmother has surprised me enough
this morning as it was.
“You know he takes the girls to dance class on Thursday mornings,” she
pointed out, pulling back the blinds so we could see the neighbor’s
house, “He should be back any minute now.”
I looked at her, not sure if she was teasing me, taunting me, or trying
to give me a boost. As it turns out, I was wrong on all accounts.
“Don’t get me wrong... I’m NOT try to help you out or anything like
that,” she assured me, “I’m sort of anxious to see you crash and burn one
more time before you go.”
Now that seemed a little harsh and even she seemed to realize what she
had said, or least how it had sounded to me. “I’m sorry, I didn't mean
that to be mean, I just meant that even you have to admit it’s sort of
funny to see someone like you going all out and still getting turned down
flat.”
Well, isn’t all that funny to me! I felt a slow burning in me and it
wasn't from being horny. Well, I’d show her. She thought she had Josh
pegged but I’d show her his true nature. ALL men are pigs at heart, if
there was one thing I knew to be true that was it. For most men, being
loyal to their wives was only a function of their opportunities. I’d seen
the looks in Josh’s eyes, the way he repositioned his shorts when he
talked to me. He wanted me, I was sure of it.
Until the last few minutes I might have teased him today and gone home
horny and frustrated, but not devastated. Now my grandmother had thrown
down the gauntlet, where that had been her intent or not. I’d show her
how wonderful her paragon of a neighbor really was. She’d see for herself
that he was no better than any other father when it came to his desires
and wants. He might not fuck his daughters bit before the day was out,
he’d be fucking someone other than his wife I had anything to say about
it.
“Well we’ll just have to see about that,” I said softly under my breath
as I got up to put my plate in the sink. I half-expected her to warn me
against doing anything or something like that but she was too smug about
it all.
Chapter 6 – Behind in the Count
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Back in my room I practically tore off the tank top and rummaged through
my suitcase until I found my slut bikini that was now at the bottom.
Holding it up, I marveled at how tiny it was - there was practically no
weight to it at all. It actually wasn't the easiest thing to put on as it
had to be positioned practically perfectly to stay in place. With a
normal bikini my boobs would fill the cups and the top would pretty much
automatically find itself in the correct position. With this one it was
more like it covered my nipples and not much else so it was a lot harder
to get into the right position.
The bottoms similar in that there was no material in the back so the
strong just worked its way up my ass between my cheeks. The real
challenge came in the front where it tended to fold in on itself and push
into my pussy slit so I was constantly having to run my fingers under it
and spread it back out again. Definitely not legal for the city pools!
I walked barefoot back into the kitchen carrying a beach towel in one
hand and my iPad in the other, ready to hit the deck. My grandmother was
putting away the dishes when she turned to see me passing through.
“You know Kelly, why don’t you just go out naked and get it over with?”
she asked, sounding a little annoyed if anything.
I started to say something back but then thought better of it and instead
just smiled and made my way out the back door and onto the deck. I noted
that the car next door was still missing so Josh must not have made it
home yet. I laid out the beach towel over the chaise lounge chair and
moved it over close to the edge of the deck, pointing the head of the
chair away from the lot line. I lay down on my belly, propping up on my
elbows to read my email while I let my feet dangle over on each side for
the chair, causing my crotch to be exposed to anyone who might be walking
by. There was a large tree that hid me from the kitchen window of the
house next door so if his wife should happen to look out she might notice
that someone was lying out but she wouldn’t get a really good view unless
she came outside to check.
Looking up, I caught my grandmother as she looked out the window and then
turned away, leaving me alone at least for the moment. I turned the other
direction and looked at the garage. I had not even gone into it on my own
before so I wondered if it was locked or anything like that. I was about
to get up and check for myself when I heard a car pulling up the driveway
behind me. I knew it could be only one person - Josh was returning home.
God, my pussy was tingling like there was an electric current flowing
through me. I was SOOOOO horny. Where I was he had to see me when he got
out of the car so I had to believe that he would stop over to check me
out. What I REALLY wanted to do was slip my bottoms off completely and
start rubbing myself in front of him but I was afraid that might be too
bold at the moment at least. Granted, there was technically little
difference between them being on or off but it was the principle
involved.
The car engine stopped and I waited for the door to open but nothing
happened. Just as I was about to twist around to see what was going on, I
heard the door open and the slam shut. Had he seen me? Was he heading
my way?
“Good morning Kelly... last day, eh?” I heard a voice behind me. Of
course it was Josh - like who else would it be?
“Oh hi Josh, I hadn’t expected to see you today. My grandma said you had
left early.”
“Oh that... I just dropped the girls off at dance,” he said, taking his
usual spot at the rail as I turned on my said to face him. “It lasts
about two hours - two hours more than I can take,” he laughed. “Oh? I
would think there would be lots of dad there to watch them,” I teased
him. He ignored my rather lame attempt at humor, probably best that he
did.
“So do you like my new suit?” I couldn't resist asking.
“A little risqué, don’t you think?” he answered, whistling softly to take
the edge off.
“That’s NOT what I asked.”
Josh laughed but it sounded a little more nervous this time. “Well, it
DOES show off your figure quite nicely.”
I wasn't going to let him off the hook THAT easily so I said it again, a
little more forcefully this time, “Josh... That’s NOT what I asked!”
“OK, OK, you win... you look GREAT in it,” he finally responded.
“I always thought my ass was my best part,” I said trying to sound
absentminded, “What do you think Josh? Are you an ass man, tits or legs?”
“How about all of the above?” he stammered.
“You’re NOT being very cooperative this morning Josh,” I teased him as
much as I dared, “”I’m not making you uncomfortable, am I?”
“Why not,” he lied, “Why would I be uncomfortable?”
I turned over onto my back then, letting my legs hang over the sides of
the lounge chair so my crotch was exposed rather blatantly to him. My
bottoms had gone back to their usual place, pulling up between my pussy
lips so I was for all practical purposes naked below the waist.
“So if you’re not an ass, legs or tit guy, then that must mean you prefer
pussy, am I right Josh?” I asked, lifting my hips up ever so slightly but
just enough for him to see me doing it.
“Ummmmm Kelly... I don’t think this is appropriate,” he said, drawing in
a deep breath but at the same time his eyes were riveted on my freshly
shaven pussy.
“Then maybe I should leave,” he offered although he wasn’t even leaning
away from me at this point.
“That’s up to you Josh... If that’s what you really want.”
He looked confused and conflicted. On the one hand his male ego was
telling him “fuck her”, I was sure of that. Then again, maybe he WAS the
saint my grandmother had made him out to be. Sure he wasn't exactly
turning his eyes away from me but at the same time he wasn't making any
real moves either. In any case I had a nasty suspicion that if I didn't
do more forceful - and do it quickly, that his angelic side would take
control before anything better could happen.
Just then he looked back over his shoulder at his house and stood up
straight, tugging at his shirt which was hanging out of his shorts.
“I REALLY have to go Kelly, sorry... Karen must have heard me drive up
and I don’t want her coming out to see where I am with you... well you
know what I mean.”
Before I could say a word in reply he turned and quickly walked back to
the house and went inside, leaving me with this sinking feeling that
maybe my grandmother was right after all. It had been going so well - TOO
well in fact now that I had time to think about it. After a week of
playing it cool and coy, did I really think it was going to be so easy to
turn him?
I know people get the impression that I easily get every guy I go after
but the reality is there can be a lot of work involved sometimes. It also
helps that I don’t just go after every walking dick with a wife and kids.
The truth is there ARE a lot of faithful husbands out there. True, maybe
it’s more because they are too intimidated or scared to do anything but
for whatever reason, they don’t cheat on their wives - and won’t no
matter what temptation is put in front of them. What I HAVE learned is
that is more the quiet and shy ones that are the most faithful. It’s the
outgoing braggarts that try to impress everyone with how saintly they are
and what a perfect marriage he and his wife have that are the ones most
likely to cheat. My experience has been that the more a guy tries to
impress people with how virtuous he is, the more he is usually hiding.
So I guess you could say my high “success” rate when it comes to going
after my favorite pastime - married men, is something like a baseball
player having a high batting average if he gets to pick the pitchers he
faces and what pitches they can throw. When you stack the odds in your
favor, you’re more likely not to have face rejection.
All this said it was little wonder I was having problems with Josh. He
never said a word about his marriage - he just lived a respectable and
moral life without making an issue out of it. Everything I’d seen this
past week told me he was a loving wife, a caring father and an all-around
decent man. Yep, all the more reason I wanted him to fuck me! Any girl
can get a jerk of a husband to fuck her. Josh was now officially a
challenge and I never back away from a good challenge. The only problem
was, I had less than a day to go and so far I was way behind in the count
and looking to stroke out if I didn’t get my act together.
“So you struck out I see,” my grandmother teased me when I returned to
the house to get a glass of water. I just frowned which only seemed to
encourage her. “I told you he wasn't that type, didn’t I? I have to see,
seeing you out there all but naked making a fool of yourself was a bit
refreshing. Sort of restored my faith in human decency.”
Wow! Now THAT was a bit harsh I thought. I looked at her with disbelief.
Had my own grandmother actually SAID that? Even she looked a little
sheepish now but I had no doubt she meant every word, even if she wasn’t
entirely comfortable with having said it to my face.
I went to the bedroom and undid the bikini and put it away in my
suitcase. Oh well, so much for THAT idea. It wasn't exactly the most
comfortable thing to wear so I rummaged through my things and found a
pair of loose gym shorts and a cut-off t-shirt that came just down below
my boobs. Returning to the family room, my grandmother was watching some
silly game show on the television.
“Well, I guess that’s a little better,” she said when she realized I was
back after checking me over. “So I was just wondering... you’re getting
married in a few weeks, just had a wedding shower for cripes sake, and
still you’re flaunting yourself to other men and if I get this right,
trying to have sex with them. How does that all work for Steve or do you
hide it from him?”
I sat down on the love seat across from her and explained to her the
arrangements that Steve and I had worked out so far as swapping and such.
Needless to say I didn’t breath a word about some of Steve’s other
inclinations such as his feelings for younger girls and such. That was
still something I waffled over as it seemed one day I was turned on by
the whole thing and then the next totally set against it. I also didn’t
elaborate on the swapping thing other than a brief overview - certainly
no tales of any of the things we had done so far with other couples.
My grandmother listed to me without interrupting and I could tell she
wanted to ask more questions but yet she also acted like she didn't want
to know any more so I left it at that. We turned our attention to the
games show but after a few minutes she sat up straight again and I could
see she was struggling with something. Finally she took a deep breath and
came out with it.
“Does Steve know about you and your father or is that something you’re
going to stop when you get married?”
Hmmmmmm, loaded question. I could tell from her tone that she was
expecting me to say he knew nothing about it and that I would be bringing
it to a halt once we were hitched, maybe even already. Then again, maybe
that was what she was HOPING was the case. Only one way to find out...
“He knows everything Grandma... everything,” I said softly, “Why do you
ask?”
I was throwing it back at her because this was a subject she normally
avoided like a dead skunk so why was she bringing it back up now?
“Just curious I guess,” she said, trying to sound flippant but I could
tell she was anxious to dig a little deeper so I just kept quiet and let
her work her way up to it.
“You DO know your father use to go out in the back garage with your mom
and grandfather, don’t you?” she asked but it was more a rhetorical
question than one she was expecting me to answer as she knew full well
that I did indeed know. I knew where she was leading with the question
though so I answered without her having to ask more.
“Steve’s not that way Grandma... he won’t be doing things like that,” I
assured her and she actually seemed a bit relieved by that although I
couldn't figure out why since it really had nothing to do with her. It
wasn't like Steve and my dad were going to come here and head to the back
garage to have sex, even if Steve WAS into that sort of thing.
Maybe I should have left well enough alone but I couldn’t resist throwing
in one more thing. “But he DOES have a thing for Aunt Linda.”
Now THAT seemed to take her by surprise. No doubt had I said he was
having sex to Kristi she would have taken that with a grain of salt.
After all, not many men wouldn’t given the chance. Seeing her expression,
I was reminded of those words she had said when I came back in after Josh
had turned me away. Looking back, I should have been more mature and kept
quiet but after her hurtful words I couldn't help myself.
“Oh and by the way, yes he has done mom - back when she came for my
birthday.”
As soon as I said it I wanted to take the words back as she seemed so sad
and disappointed. My grandmother had always been wonderful to me and as
supportive as anyone in my family. Sure she had let her emotions get the
better of her for a brief moment but that didn’t justify me being hurtful
in response. I got up and walked over to her and hugged her, telling her
I was sorry and I didn't mean to hurt her.
“That’s OK Kelly, you’re just telling me the truth and I appreciate it...
I really do,” she said trying to keep her voice from cracking. “I guess I
was just hoping that maybe things would be different for you once you got
married.”
I took her hand and smiled at her, assuring her that I was happier now
than I had ever been in my life and that she had nothing to worry about.
She just nodded but I felt better and vowed to myself to be more careful
about what I said to her in the few hours I had left before I went home.
As we sat there I heard a door closing and I looked out to see Karen and
the girls getting in her car. Josh wasn’t with them so I wondered what
was going on. Everyone seemed happy and I didn't have a clue watching
them where they were going or why. Soon the car backed out and they were
gone. Hmmmmmm, maybe my dad wasn’t over yet!
My grandmother saw me watching the events next door and must have been
reading my mind again when she said, “I swear all she does is take those
girls shopping. Why anyone needs so many clothes is beyond me.”
Assuming she was right - and who better to know the habits of the
neighbors more than her, that meant I had a least a couple of hours or
more. The question was, now what? I had tried what seemed to be a more
outgoing approach and failed miserably. Did I need to go back to being
subtle or was something more outlandish being called for? Giving the
small window of opportunity and my failure to date with the less than
direct methods, if I was really going to get anywhere with Josh that
meant there was only one option available to me now.
“Kelly, can't you leave well enough alone?” my grandmother asked me, once
again doing her mind-reading act with brilliant results. Still, I need to
prove something to her as now it had become as much about showing her
what I could do as it was about just having Josh fuck me. She had seemed
so pleased with herself when he turned me down earlier that I felt this
burning need inside of me now to prove to her that he was no better than
any other cheating husband.
“One last try and if he turns me down I promise that will be the end of
it, OK?” I bargained with her.
“Seriously Kelly, why?” she asked almost plaintively. “He’s really a good
man and he doesn’t need his marriage ruined because you feel some
perverted need to prove anything to me.”
“I’m not going to ruin his marriage grandma,” I assured her, “His wife
will never know unless he tells her... or YOU do.”
“A wife knows Kelly,” she said softly, “Trust me, you’ll understand soon
enough yourself. When your husband has sex with someone else you just
know it.” I caught the inference - she knew that I knew that my
grandfather had never cheated on her with any other woman so when she
mentioned that a wife “knew”, what she was telling me that a “mother”
knew as well. I thought back to when my mom and her sister were teenage
girls having sex with their dad. Of course she knew what they were doing
- it was sort of hard to completely hide that sort of thing. With Josh it
was different. He wasn't going to be fucking his daughters and so long as
he showered afterwards, there was no way Karen would ever find out so
long as his guilty conscience didn’t get in the way.
Chapter 7 – Never Say Never
===========================
Time was ticking by and every minute passing was one less minute for me
to work with so if I was going to do anything the time was now. Without
another word I got up and headed for the door leading out to the deck. I
briefly debated changing clothes but then what did I have with that was
all that much better than what I was wearing now? Besides, more ideas
were coming to mind and I didn't think it was going to matter for long
what I wore anyway. I didn't even look back to my grandmother as I shut
the door behind me and headed straight for the neighbor’s back door.
“Something you need Kelly?” Josh asked when he answered my knock on the
door.
“YOU!” I responded firmly and without another word, I stripped off my
shorts and t-shirt leaving me standing there naked on the landing.
“Oh my God, what are you doing Kelly? People will see you!” he exclaimed,
glancing in both directions anxiously.
The reality was nobody could see me, at least not very likely. To the one
side was my grandmother and she didn't count. The house on the other side
was built closer to the street and so it wasn't visible when I stood this
close to his back door. Behind us was the church but it was actually more
up past my grandmother’s house and they had put up large evergreens to
block the view of their parking lot from the homes that were already
there so even if someone was there in the middle of the day they couldn’t
be seeing anything. There was a highway on the other side of the church
property but it was over a couple of hundred yards away or so which meant
nobody would be seeing anything recognizable from that distance.
Considering we were right in the middle of a suburban neighborhood, I was
about as safe as I could be when it came to anyone seeing me standing
there nude.
“Well, are you going to ask me in or just make me stand here naked
outside?” I asked him teasingly.
Josh seemed frantic now. “Fuck no... but you can’t come in here... not
dressed like THAT.”
He must have been really worked up as that was the first time he’d sworn
in front of me all week - even after the time he got a sliver in his hand
while leaving over the deck railing. I was going to point out to him that
I wasn't really dressed like anything as I didn't have stitch of clothes
on.
“Well then either invite me in or come with me to the back garage,” I
responded. He didn't seem too thrilled with either option so I reiterated
his options saying, “I’m NOT getting dressed so either you choose or I’ll
just stay out here until someone sees me.”
He seemed resigned to having only one option. It was obvious form the way
he was blocking the doorway that he was never going to let me in the
house which is why I quickly came up with the back garage option. I
reached down to pick up my clothes and started back towards the garage.
At first he didn't follow but I called out to him and he then came out,
closing the door behind him. Thankfully my grandmother never locked the
side door to the garage and so in a few seconds we were both standing
there in the cool air still trapped inside the garage from the previous
night.
“Kelly, I don’t know what you’re doing or what you’re thinking I may have
someone implied during the past week during our conversations, but this
has to stop right now, understand?” he said firmly, keeping his distance
from me.
“Oh come on Josh, I saw the way you looked at me before. I’ve seen the
way your dick gets hard under your shorts... just like it is now.”
At that Josh shifted his shorts, trying unsuccessfully to make the rising
tent less noticeable.
“Alright so I’m a guy... sue me,” he came back, “But I don’t do this sort
of thing.”
“Oh, and what sort of thing is that Josh?” I asked pretending to be all
naïve and innocent - or at least much as I could while standing there
nude in front of him.
“You know damn well what I mean,” he came back rather angrily this time,
“Now enough is enough... get yourself decent and I’m going back home now,
ALONE.”
Yeah, like I was going to let THAT happen!
“If you leave now I’ll tell Karen you came over and forced me to have sex
with you,” I called out to him as he started to open the door to leave.
It was a drastic move but drastic times call out for drastic measures and
I was running out of other ideas.
He turned and started at me, his eyes burning into mine. “You would
never...”
“Look at me Josh,” I countered, “Do I look like the kind of girl that
wouldn't?”
“You’re a fucking slut,” he practically spat out, ”Why would I screw a
girl like you in the first place?”
Normally I take the word “slut” as a compliment, like when my dad called
me “his little slut”. In this case I could tell that Josh meant it as
anything BUT a compliment. Oh well, sticks and stones...
“Simple... because you have no choice,” I answered.
“She’ll never believe you... you DO know that,” he tried debating with
me, “Just last night she was telling me she couldn't believe how you
dressed in front of your grandmother.
I gave him a smirk and took a step forward. “All the more reason why she
WILL believe me.”
The bravado disappeared from Josh’s face and his shoulders slumped in
dejection. “PLEASE Kelly, I beg you don’t do this. I love Karen and I
can't cheat on her.”
I took yet another step and was now just a couple of feet away from him
but he made no move to reach out to me. “Yeah right, just like you don’t
get off seeing your daughters run around in those little bikinis.”
It was a shot in the dark and I almost laughed at his response. His eyes
widened like he couldn't believe I had even mentioned such a thing, let
alone accused him of anything.
“Shit, what kind of person ARE you?” he gasped, “That’s just sick. I
would never do anything like that.”
The funny thing is I believed him. Now when it came to their hot little
friends I would have bet the answer would have been different but there
was just something so honest about his face right then that I truly did
believe he didn’t think about his own daughters that way. I wondered what
he would have said had I told him what had gone on in this very garage in
the past but for once I kept my mouth shut. No doubt that might have been
enough to scare him off no matter what the potential consequences. It was
all a major bluff anyway as I never would have breathed a word to his
wife but then he didn't know that.
“I want to suck your dick Josh,” I said softly as I took a final step and
was now right in front of him. I reached for his belt and he started to
push my hand away but I firmly pushed him aside and he just stood there
motionless. Soon he was undone and I pulled his zipper down and reached
down inside his boxer shorts until I felt his dick - or to be more exact,
his erection. Yep, he was hard as a flag pole!
“Mmmmmmm, I knew you wanted me,” I cooed as I pulled his pants and shorts
down to expose his raging hard-on.
“Please Kelly, don’t do this,” he begged softly but I would have no part
of it.
Holding his hard cock in my hand, I stroked it slowly with my fingers
wrapped lightly around it. “Tell me you don’t like this Josh... You know
you want it.”
“Please....” he groaned as I bent my knees and lowered my head down until
my face was level with his crotch. I looked up at him and saw with
watching me, his face a classic mix of fear and lust.
It wasn’t a no, that much was for sure. OK, so maybe it was implied but I
wasn’t going to stop now anyway no matter how much he begged so it was a
moot point. I could smell the musky odor of his manhood as I licked my
lips at the sight of his hard dick poking out from a forest of thick
black pubic hair. No trimming by this guy! God I wanted this dick!
“Tell me you want me to suck it Josh... Tell me.”
“I can’t Kelly... don’t make me do that,” he begged, his voice sounding
more like that a little boy now as his lust grew in him.
“Tell me Josh... beg me to suck your dick. You know you want me to,” I
murmured firmly as my hand worked on his cock while my other was cradling
his hairy balls, rolling them gently between my fingers.
For a moment I thought he might actually hold out as the garage went
silent with nothing but the sound of our breath and the slight noise I
was making stroking his cock. Mmmmmmm, I wanted it in my mouth SOOOOO
badly.
“OK, you win dammit... I want you to suck it,” he finally caved.
For a moment I wanted to let out a whoop of victory but I wasn't going to
spook him. I looked up and our eyes locked as I smiled and reached out
with my tongue to just touch the tip of his cock as I held it still. God
it felt so warm and firm! I couldn't wait to taste it but I wanted this
moment to be memorable for us both. His eyes widened as my tongue ran
around the rim of his dick head and then up and down his smooth shaft
until I felt his furry pubic hair against my face.
“Mmmmmmm, I love your dick Josh,” I murmured as I opened my mouth just
enough to let the head fit inside. YES! I had his dick in my mouth and
now I knew I had him. There was no turning back now and we both seemed to
sense it as I started to suck on his cock slowly and deliberately.
“Oh my god,” he whispered as I took it all the way in until my face was
pressed against the base of his shaft.
Josh had what I would call an average cock both in length and thickness.
Nothing to brag about but big enough to get the job done which is what
counted in the end after all. His pubic hair was thick but not so
overgrown as to be gross. He smelled somewhat of sweat and lust, the
sweat part no doubt from having run around town already this morning but
so much that it turned me off.
I held the base of the shaft in my hand and let it drop from my mouth as
I looked up at him and smiled, licking my lips.
“So tell me Josh, does Karen suck you like this?”
His answer took me by surprise. “Karen doesn’t believe in oral sex. She
says it’s dirty.”
My eyes widened and I felt my heart skip a beat. Cool!
“So you’ve never had your dick sucked before?”
“There was one girl back in high school,” Josh gasped as I took the head
of his dick back in my mouth as she answered. Karen doesn’t know anything
about her though. Besides, she wasn't very good anyway... not like this.”
Well what more could I ask for? It was music to my ears, the perfect
situation. God, how could any woman NOT like to suck cock? Oh sure, I
knew of others who didn't but it still never ceased to amaze me. OK, so I
liked being fucked more but I LOVED sucking dick. Over the years I’ve
sucked off a lot more guys than I’ve let fuck me, probably by a margin of
at least four or five to one. Back in high school it was a rare date
indeed that I didn’t suck the guys off but I was a lot more choosey about
who fucked me. Face it, a girl has to maintain her reputation.
I lifted myself up a little higher until his dick was between my boobs
and I pushed them up against him, using them to rub his dick which he
seemed to enjoy as well. Now and then I would reach down and lick on it
or spit to make it easier to slide up and down.
“So tell me Josh, does that mean you don’t eat Karen’s pussy either?” I
asked softly. He shook his head as his response so I asked, “Have you
ever eaten one?” This time he nodded but didn't offer any further
details.
I stood up, keeping my hand on his wet dick like a leash and moved over
to the work bench where I let go of his cock and put my hands behind me
so I could lift myself up on it. The wood felt cool against my bare ass
as I spread my legs and started to play with myself in front of him.
“Eat my pussy Josh,” I said gently, spreading my legs as wide apart as I
could. He seemed to hesitate for a second but then his lust won out and I
knew at the moment he was finally mine. There wasn't going to be any need
for me to encourage him, let alone force him to do anything to me from
this point onward.
I gasped as his tongue ran over my wet clit and his finger pressed inside
of me. Wow, he wasn't wasting any time! He looked up at me and I couldn't
see his mouth as he pushed it tight up against my pussy do he could push
his tongue up inside of me as much as he could. God it felt incredible!
“Make me cum Josh... Oh god make me cum hard,” it was my turn to beg.
Sure part of it was an act to turn him but on but I really DID want him
to make me cum! The more he licked me the less of an act it became and
the more I really did need to orgasm. I leaned back on my elbows on the
dusty workbench - I really should have thought ahead and come out to
clean it off but then it wasn’t all THAT dirty.
“Oh god, right there!” I cried out softly as his tongue flickered right
over my enflamed clit. I could feel my orgasm rising in me and my hips
thrust upward, riving my crotch tighter into his face as I started to
cum. I was feeling SO damn good. Between the physical pleasure he was
giving me and the motional satisfaction of finally having him for sex, it
was making me cum harder than I had all week, even when I was on the web
cam for Steve.
I just had to have him now. I wanted his dick in me so badly. Actually it
was more than just a want... I NEEDED his dick in me. My pussy was
practically screaming to be filled by his wonderfully hard dick.
“Fuck me Josh... Oh god please fuck me now,” I begged yet again. Deep
down perhaps I was expecting him to protest, to make one last stand in
defense of the honor of his wedding vows, of his respect for his wife.
For a man who had been so steadfast in his solemn vows could he actually
do me now? Sure I’d sucked his dick and he had licked to orgasm but there
was a BIG step between oral sex and REAL sex. Until now while his wife
might have other ideas, legally he was still safe as he hadn’t committed
an act of adultery. To do THAT he needed to put dick inside of me, to
actually have sex with me.
Well, maybe it was a big step in my eyes but now that he had crossed the
line it seemed Josh wasn’t even thinking about holding back any longer.
Besides, I’d said those magic words that every man loves to hear, “Fuck
me”.
Standing up between my legs, I scooted back just enough for my feet to
rest on the workbench top but still leave my pussy accessible to his
cock. He reached down and with one hand he grabbed his stiff shaft and
with the other he reached down to spread my pussy apart. We both watched
as he positioned the head of his dick at the entrance to my soaking wet
pussy, then rubbing it up and down my pussy slit until he was all wet and
slick 0once again. Damn, if he had rubbed me just a little more I might
have come again before he even got it in me!
Just as I thought he was about to finally push it in me, I heard him
groan and then he pulled back just a little, not more than an inch but
enough to make me wonder what was happening.
“Oh god, what am I doing?” he sighed and I could see the conflict written
all over his face.
Well, maybe he did indeed recognize the significance of what he was about
to do. I had no doubt whatsoever that I was the first girl he was this
close to fucking beside his wife since they had been married. Indeed, I
was wondering just how many girls he’d had sex with before he got
married. From the sounds of it, there was probably at least one but it
didn't seem like there had been all that many.
“Fuck me Josh... I want you to fuck me,” I encouraged him gently, “You
know you want to feel it in me... you know you want it.”
“Forgive me,” he muttered. I don’t know to whom he was saying it but it
wasn't me. Well, whether it was to his wife or God, it didn't matter. All
that mattered to me was the sensation if his dick forcing it’s way inside
of me. Oh yeah, he was fucking me now!
Once the head was in me he seemed to hesitate but it didn't matter I the
act was committed and nothing could undo it. From now until the day he
died he would never forget this moment, this act. Every time he made love
to Karen in the future he would remember how it felt to push his cock
inside of me, how it felt as he slowly but forcefully press it deeper and
deeper inside of me until finally his crotch et up against me and he was
completely inside of me. How could he ever forget the feel of our two
bodies joined together as much as any two people could be?
Perhaps this is what makes adultery such a horrible sin - the fact that
not only was there the physical act involved but the emotions and
memories lasted forever, well beyond any physical pleasures. Adultery is
not just a husband fucking another woman outside his family - it is
really the intention behind it. It is the act of hiding it, the secrecy,
and the betrayal that makes it what it is. Two people swapping don’t
commit adultery as there is nothing that the other doesn’t know about and
approve. It’s the betrayal, the broken promises, the treachery that
defines adultery, not just the physical act. And yes, what Josh was doing
now was indeed adultery as had Karen any idea what was happening right
now between us...
I picked my legs up and wrapped them around Josh, locking my ankles as I
pulled him in tighter into me. He slipped his hands under my ass,
grapping my butt as pulling me up into him as well. Each of us wanted the
same thing - to have his buried as deep inside of me as possible! We
hadn’t even kissed up to this point and I wasn't expecting him to either.
This was all about sex - raw, animal lust. Josh didn't love me or even
like me for that matter. I was a pussy to him, something to fulfill his
needs and desires, a fuck toy and nothing more. Then again, at this
moment all I cared about was his dick and how it felt inside of me. I
loved the way it felt as he moved it around inside of me, rubbing it all
over me as he fondled my ass.
“Oh Josh... It feels so good in me,” I gasped as my next orgasm began,
“Tell me you love fucking me.”
Whether it was the motion of his dick in me, my hand on my clit, his
hands on my ass or his next words, the result was the same - a massive
orgasm that wracked my body like I’d been hit by a lightning bolt. I
closed my eyes and focused on the feeling of him deep inside of me as his
words came out like the sweetest music.
“You’re so fucking tight... so good... god I love the way you do that
with your pussy!”
He was referred to how my pussy grabs down on whatever’s in it when I
cum, like it wants to just hold on to it and never let it escape. After
two kids and almost twenty years of marriage Karen’s pussy must feel like
a loose bad compared to my tight pussy as I felt him struggle to pump it
in me as my entire world collapsed to where nothing existed except his
dick and my pussy. He just kept moaning and groaning, one minute telling
me how good it felt and the next it would be something about how he
couldn't believe what he was doing. Both sides of the conversation turned
me on!
“Fuck I’m gonna cum,” he groaned and I felt him lean back in preparation
to pull out of me. Well, not if I had anything to say about it!
“Cum in me Josh. I want you to cum in my pussy,” I managed to somehow get
out in the midst of my pleasure. I gripped him even tighter with my legs,
doing my best to prevent him from escaping.
“Oh shit... here it cums,” he cried out as I felt his hips thrust himself
even deeper into me until he practically pushed me backwards, his hands
on my ass the only things holding me in place as he ground his hairy
crotch into me. Then he did it again... and again... and yet again and I
knew with each thrust any other load of his sperm was being ejected out
of the end of his dick and deposited deep within me.
After he had finished cumming he pulled his hands out from under me
finally and rested them on the workbench top on each side of me, leaning
over me as he struggled to catch his breath. I loved it that he wasn't
trying to pull out of me right away but instead seemed to enjoy the
afterglow feeling of his now spent dick as it rested in me surrounded by
his cum.
“You ARE on birth control, aren’t you,” he said out of the blue. Well NOW
was a fine time to ask! I just giggled and nodded. I suppose it would’ve
been naughty of me to say I wasn't and see how he reacted but after
having fucked me so well I just didn't have the heart to pull such a
trick.
“This is crazy,” he said then, standing upright and reaching behind him
to unlock my ankles. He grabbed each ankle and gently lowered them down
as he stepped back and his dick slipped out of me. I loved the way it
looked, not hard anymore but now getting softer as time went by, covered
with s sticky mix of our combined cum. Actually it looked delicious!
“Let me clean you off,” I offered. I stood up and he started looking
around evidently thinking that I meant finding a towel or clothe to wipe
him clean. Well, THAT wasn't going to happen, not with me anyway. That
was probably what Karen did I was guessing. Well, I would show him how
his wife SHOULD be taking care of him.
“Hold still,” I said firmly as I gripped his cock and then leaned over to
suck him clean. He seemed a bit surprised at first but there was no
misunderstanding the groan that he released when I started to suckle on
his dwindled dick. I wondered if I was the first girl to suck his dick
clean after fucking her. The odds seemed in favor of it assuming what he
had been telling so far was true. Cool. Mmmmmmm, it tasted so good!
Like most men, Josh’s lust seemed to have escaped him along with his
sperm and it was looking more and more like he was starting to realize
the magnitude of what he had just done. Grabbing his boxers and pants, he
started to quickly dress, muttering something about how Karen was going
to kill him. I stayed nude and as I stood there I could feel his cum
starting to drain from me. He seemed so distraught but I assured him that
I would never tell anyone about what had happened so he had nothing to
worry about.
Once he got his belt snug he seemed ready to go but before he did he
turned to me with his arms crossed - some serious body language was going
on here.
“So are you happy now?” he asked, more of an accusation than a question
so I just grinned and kept my mouth shut for once. “So now what? Are you
going to blackmail or what? What happens next time you’re here?”
It was like he was a general who had just surrendered and was asking for
terms. In a way that was not a bad analogy but the key difference here
was that there were no repercussions for his surrender, at least none
imposed by me. I assured him of that and that I would never say a word to
anyone.
“So what if I want to do you again?” he asked. From the tone and his
expression I got the idea it was not a real questions that he wanted
answered but more of a leader to another question which I chose to answer
instead before he asked.
“Sorry, I told you that you were safe from me and that goes both ways.”
Josh frowned but I didn’t think it was because he was upset that he
couldn't fuck me again and sure enough, he did have other issues.
“So what then? I’m just some sort of notch on your belt? Just another
horny husband that you tricked into betraying his wife?”
If I was being honest the answer was a resounding “yes” but I didn't want
to be cruel. After all, he HAD fucked me nicely and I owed him something
for that. So instead I shook my head and swore it was nothing like that.
“Then what WAS this all about?” he demanded, starting to get a bit
agitated now.
“Can't a girl just want to get laid?” I responded rather lamely.
“Something tells me you don’t have to worry about THAT much,” he
muttered. He reached for the door and opened it, turning to say his final
words.
“You know, I really don’t know whether to thank you or curse you. Just
promise me one thing - we NEVER even discuss this ever again, OK?”
It was fine with me. While we might never talk about it again, I knew
from past experience that all I needed to see was his eyes on me and that
would tell me more than a book of words.
“Don’t forget to shower before Karen gets home,” I said with a smile,
waving goodbye to him. When he was gone I reached down to get my clothes
off the floor. I debated putting them on but then what would be the point
for the few steps it would take me to get to the deck and then to the
family room. So long as Karen and the girls didn’t pull up at that
moment, nobody would see me anyway.
I scampered across the deck and into the house where my grandmother was
seated on the couch waiting for me. Oh she had the game shows on still
but there was no doubt what she was really waiting for.
“You know, you remind me so much of your aunt,” was all she said as I
entered the house. I must’ve looked a wreck with my hair all over the
place and Josh’s cum draining out of me. Still, she didn’t make any
comment about my nudity which rather surprised me - or of me fucking
Josh, which surprised me even more. That one little comment and for the
rest of my stay that was the only thing she had to say about the matter.
Later that afternoon Karen and the girls returned. I was shocked when
Karen came over while after they got home and for a brief moment I
thought maybe the guilt had been too much for Josh and now she was coming
over to exact her revenge. Instead she invited me over to use the pool as
it was so incredibly stifling hot that afternoon.
Of course nothing sexual happened in the pool. Indeed, the girls had to
practically drag their dad out to join in. The entire time he never
looked me in the eye, not even once but nobody seemed to notice. His
daughters looked hot in their tiny bikinis and I imagined how my dad
would be reacting if he was here now - or my fiancé for that matter. Sure
they were getting to be a bit at the upper end of their target age group,
but as cute and tanned as they were what man would NOT be turned on by
the sight of them? Once when Karen went in to get some drinks and the
girls were messing around on a float I tried flashing quickly for Josh. I
was pretty sure he saw me but he didn't a valiant effort at ignoring me.
By now most of his cum was long gone from me but as I saw him in his swim
trunks I couldn't help but recall the sight of his beautiful erection and
I wondered what his daughters would say if they knew that just a couple
of hours earlier their deer sweet dad had screwed the neighbor girl who
was swimming with them now.
That night it was my turn to do the talking when I cammed for Steve.
Actually I also did the masturbating but this time he got to watch me as
I relived every moment of the morning. OK, so maybe I embellished it a
little in the telling but who would convict me? It was sort of funny
though that with the show I gave him and the story I had to tell, what
really got him off was when I emailed him some photos I had sneaked out
the window of the neighbor girls running around in their cute little
bikinis!
THE END