Subject: My Husband's Girlfriends
Story Codes: Mfg Ffg fg oral inc father daughter
Diary Date: August 18, 2012
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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How many wives can say their husband has a girlfriend AND be happy about
it? I don't mean a girl that’s a friend, I mean a fuckbuddy type of
girlfriend, FWB (friend with benefits), or whatever you want to call it.
Well, how about TWO girlfriends then - and sisters at that! To make it
even more interesting, what if they were just twelve and thirteen years
old?
While this sort of thing wouldn't work for most marriages, in my case it
all works which just goes to prove what a solid and loving relationship I
have with my husband.
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 – My Ever-Changing Views About Marriage
Chapter 2 – Recognizing the Needs of Men
Chapter 3 - Steve's Infatuation
Chapter 4 – Convincing The Dad
Chapter 5 – Meeting at the Mall
Chapter 6 – Apartment Complex Pool
Chapter 7 – A Different Kind of Sleepover
Chapter 1 – My Ever-Changing Views About Marriage
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I've been married for almost a year now so the "newlywed" label has
pretty much faded. When I think back to just a few years ago and what I
assumed back then my marriage would be like, and then compare those
assumptions to what has actually happened, it's hard to believe things
could be so different.
Growing up my parents instilled in me certain core values and ethics,
just as all parents do with their children whether they realize it or
not. While your typical teenager rebels against such things, if the
parents have done their job eventually their teachings will have some
effect.
I can’t say that I was particularly rebellious as my parents really never
gave me anything to rebel against. Curfew too early? I never had one.
Save yourself for marriage? My parents ENCOURAGED me to have enjoy
myself, sexually or otherwise. Just say no? Drugs and alcohol never
appealed to me. Don’t you dare wear THAT bikini in public? Heck, my dad
was buying me thongs before I was even a teenager.
So basically I approached my impending marriage with virtually the same
principles and ethics as my parents, more so my mother though. The only
thing I had not anticipated was the effect of submitting myself to my
husband. Not submittal in the BSDM sense of the word but rather the
giving over of myself to my husband for the purpose of establishing the
proper boundaries of our marriage.
I’ve heard it said that women tend to marry their fathers. Of course
that’s not meant literally (at least most of the time) but in my case it
was scary close. Outwardly my dad and my husband are two very different
people in almost every way - looks, professions or political views. Even
when it comes to incest they aren’t on the same page. My dad is unusual
in that he PRACTICES incest while Steve just gets off SEEING it in porn
like most men.
No... it’s the inner part of them, the secret part, the side that nobody
ever sees but me that makes them so similar, at least when it comes to
me.
First, they both love me - totally and unconditionally. Of course each
is a different form of love but that’s a no-brainer as one is my father
while the other is my lover. Either way, when they express their love
for me in the most personal and intimate way possible by joining their
body with mine, all I know is either way I feel complete in a way I can’t
properly describe in words.
As I said, each has a different form of love for me. My father loves me
as his daughter. Dad has needs that only I can satisfy because I’m his
only daughter. I love it when I see the burning lust in his eyes, the
smoldering craving for me that tells me he sees more than as just a
daughter but as a sexual being that he wants more than any other woman.
It makes me feel special in a way almost nothing else can. When my
FATHER penetrates me and cums in me, filling me with his incestuous love,
I know at that very moment with all certainty that I mean everything to
him.
In contrast, when my husband makes love to me it’s entirely different
but even so, it’s just as special in its own way. When I am with Steve I
feel my LOVER penetrating me. I can feel our bodies joined in a union
that can be formed only by a husband and wife. When he cums inside of me
I feel like I am fulfilling my purpose in life as he takes me as his mate
- just as the male has taken the female throughout human history.
Sometimes after we make love it’s like I wish we could stay coupled
together forever as every thought and feeling is focused on my lover’s
dick deep inside of me.
Chapter 2 – Recognizing the Needs of Men
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I prefaced my comparison of my father and husband’s love for me as the
“first” thing they had in common. The other common bond they share is
something most men share - the NEED for sex. I don't mean the type of
sex that they have with me which is based on love and respect. No, I’m
talking about the purest form of sex - the pure lust and instinctive
craving that men have of women for their own selfish gratification.
When I use to dream about being married I fully expected that I’d be
faithful to my husband forever after we said our vows. What I mean by
that is that I’d forsake having sex with any man outside of my marriage.
Understand that for me and my family that takes on a bit of a different
meaning than most families we consider incest as sex within marriage.
This is a very important distinction as it means being married doesn’t
preclude me from having sex with my father or other men in the family
(women don't have dicks so the issue of sex with women is moot).
One other factor in my favor is that one of my favorite “hobbies” -
blowjobs, is technically and legally not “sex” because a dick doesn’t
penetrates my pussy. Thus it’s OK even after marriage to have oral “sex”
with anyone provided, of course, my husband approves.
For a woman to commit herself to a single man is rooted in biology and
genetics, just as it’s instinctive for a male to desire multiple
partners. Think about it... you never hear of women having multiple
husbands but plenty about men with more than one wife. As much as I LOVE
sex, I was ready to take my vows with my husband and be his mate, just as
my mother had done for over twenty five years with my father.
I’ve often said that whether or not a man is faithful to his wife is
dependent on his options. It’s easy to claim fidelity when you’re too
afraid to do anything because of the consequences. The REAL measure of
marital fidelity is what you do when you HAVE the opportunities.
Well, as it turns out I was thinking too much about MY side of the
marriage and not my husband’s. As I said, it’s simply not in a man’s DNA
to limit his seed to one woman. Like all men, my father craved sex with
other women but his love for my mother kept him in check for over a
quarter of a century, just as it does for most married men. Still, as
time went by and he saw his youth fading and opportunities diminishing it
eventually became too much for him to keep inside. This became one of
the factors in their divorce - my dad’s insistence that my mother agree
to sex with other people and not just family. Unfortunately for their
marriage my mother refused to compromise her principles.
Seeing the impact of my mother’s stubborn position on adultery on my
parent’s marriage, when Steve confessed to me that he expected me to
allow him to have sex with other women after we got married I knew I had
only one choice. The real question was how to reconcile my submittal to
my husband’s demands with my own core beliefs and morals?
After much discussion and prayer, I finally came to the decision that so
long as it was done with the consent of your spouse, having sex with
people outside of marriage is not “real” adultery as that implies
cheating. If you’re not cheating, then it’s not adultery. Coming to
that conclusion made it much easier for me to accept Steve’s
expectations.
So much for what my husband and father share with other men. What
separates the two most important men in my life from most men is their
open recognition and acceptance of their true sexual desires. Based
strictly on my own limited experience I think these same feelings are
imbedded in ALL men. However, thanks to our society’s unreasonable norms
and teachings most men are psychologically unable to acknowledge such
feelings, let alone act on them. Even if they do make the choice to do
something, the feelings of guilt and remorse created as a result keep
them from truly enjoying it.
The feelings I’m describing are the natural craving of a male for a young
girl. I don't mean anything weird or perverted like toddlers but girls
on the edge of puberty as they start the transition from being a little
girl to a young woman. Thousands of years of evolution have bred into
men the instinctive desire to mate with a young and virile girl. Ask any
man and if he’s honest he’ll admit to feeling such desires. I’ve always
maintained that when it comes to fantasies, ANYTHING is permissible. The
key is what people DO about those fantasies and the feelings they create.
Basically there are three options for most men when it comes to these
feelings:
1. Suppress them - This is the most common means for men to handle the
thoughts and feelings that they are raised from early childhood to
have when they think about sex with young girls. While they may look
and even occasionally masturbate about having sex with some young
cutie, they never do anything to physically act on their feelings.
2. Act them out as a pervert - This is the perv who acts them out without
regard to the feelings or health of the girl. It’s just about dealing
with the needs that build up in THEM until they can no longer control
themselves and so they go out and do something rash and/or stupid. At
best this would be like flashing girls or peeping. At worst it can
lead to child abuse, rape, and permanent harm to the girl physically
and/or psychologically. These are the creeps that you read about in
the newspapers.
3. Act them out in a controlled and safe manner - This is probably the
smallest group as it requires a lot of various situations to come
together simultaneously. The most common means for achieving this is
through incest as a family support structure is in place. Also, who
better for a young girl to have sex with than her own father? Much
less common would be through families getting together and allowing
the men in each family to have a broader range of options.
My father and husband are a couple of the lucky ones in that they have
“Option 3” available to them. For that they have my Aunt Linda to thank.
My aunt was divorced a couple of years after giving birth to my cousin
because her husband couldn't handle her insistence that she continue an
incestuous relationship with her father and sister’s husband. (I learned
a lot from her experience and made sure my husband was on board before I
he proposed to me.)
After her divorce my aunt continued to engage in incest but now that she
was single again she got involved with a number of men and became a
fixture in the local sex party scene. Once Kristi was old enough and
started being with her mom’s boyfriends the two of them were invited to a
very private club where families meet to have sex. Over the next twenty
years or so my aunt became one of the leaders of the group. Given my
mother’s stance against underage sex and knowing her influence on me,
this was something I wasn't aware of until my parents divorced and I
learned the whole truth about my family’s dealings.
I knew growing up that my dad was a pedophile although the label wasn't
attached until I was older. Even without knowing what it was, I knew my
dad liked underage porn as his private collection was filled with it and
her often masturbated using it. What I didn’t know until it was
explained to me after the divorce was that he always wanted to get
involved in the real thing but my mother refused to allow it.
Eventually, just as the swinging issues grew to the point of being
uncontrollable, so did his lust for underage sex. It was really the
combination of the two that led to my mother leaving my dad.
After the divorce Aunt Linda moved in with my dad - a little TOO quickly
according to my mother but it wasn't her call once she signed the divorce
decree. Given my father was no longer restrained by my mother’s morals
my aunt quickly introduced him to her “special” group. As a charter
member and leader she was able to get an exemption for him so far as
having to have his own daughter with him. Normally singles were never
allowed, primarily for security reasons as you might imagine. The idea
was that if you bring your own kids then the odds of you being a cop or
informant dropped pretty dramatically! There were a few times when my
cousin Kristi would go along as his “daughter”. While most people knew
she was just his niece they went along with it.
Eventually my dad asked me to go along as his real daughter. My first
reaction was mixed - it sounded somewhat exciting but then so do most
taboo acts. Just because they SOUND exciting doesn’t make the right
though. At the same time, I wasn't sure if it was something I really
wanted to get involved with in the first place.
As his daughter the debate was rather moot. Simply put, my dad had asked
me to go with him so what choice did I have? Even though I wasn’t
feeling particularly good about it at first, everything worked out pretty
well at the first family party. In fact, it all worked out so well that
were soon he and I were invited to a father-daughter only get-together at
a local hotel. Four daughter (the others all being around half my age)
and four fathers - it was definitely a “unique” experience.
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While I knew Steve wanted to have sex with other women after marriage,
what I didn’t know was that my husband was also a pedophile at heart,
same as my dad. It was my aunt who first learned of his feelings while
they were having sex and he asked her to role-play as a young girl for
him. Knowing my aunt it didn’t surprise me to find out that she quickly
took matters into her own hands and invited him to a family party.
Like with my dad, when my husband “asked” me to go to the next one with
him I was left with little choice but to submit to his position of
authority in our marriage and obey. Being now somewhat accustomed to
everything after attending the parties with my dad it worked out just
fine. One thing led to another and we’ve since attended several more
including a couple of private meetings.
Without going into the details, there are a number of rules and such for
these things to make sure everyone’s privacy is protected such as no
personal information is shared - real names, ages, addresses, phone
numbers and such. Also, the rule against photos or videos is strictly
enforced and is considered cause for being banned on the first offense.
I have to admit at times I’m really curious as to just how old some of
them are as it can be really hard at those ages to be sure. Is that girl
who looks to be fourteen really an overdeveloped eleven year-old? I know
from teaching elementary school that a thirteen year-old can look just
twelve based on her genes and how she wears her hair. Heck, I’ve known
more than a few fourteen year-olds that could easily pass for eighteen!
Another rule is that if you want to meet with someone privately it has to
be done through the group exchange system, sort of like trading a time
share I guess you could say. Requests are submitted privately and only
after the other party accepts is contact information exchanged. In
addition, further and more thorough background checks are made in
addition to the already nosey ones done back when you applied for the
group in the first place. Steve and I have been involved in such private
exchanges a few times and they’ve all worked out well. In fact, I’ve
found that I prefer the intimacy of such get-togethers more than the
party scene.
One thing that is highly discouraged but I know sometimes is done anyway
is the development of any personal relationship between the people that
attend. The overall group is large enough and the party attendance kept
small enough such that the mix is usually quite different each time by
design. Thus while you may see the same people now and then, typically
most of the crowd is new faces, at least for people like me and Steve who
don't go to them regularly.
Chapter 3 - Steve's Infatuation
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As I mentioned, personal relationships are discouraged but we’re talking
human beings here so it’s inevitable that you tend to favor some people
over others. There are those who I’m glad to see again while others who
I’d be just as happy if we never met again. While I may have reconciled
myself to these sort of activities and even come to look forward to them,
I also know that theoretically I could meet any of these kids at school
as a teacher - or even their own teacher, so I try to keep things on a
pure sexual basis without developing any close ties.
For the most part the same goes with Steve although there are two girls
he’s become quite smitten with. They also happen to be sisters so
naturally when one’s around, so is the other. They used various
pseudonyms at the party but I eventually learned their real names.
Phoebe was a thirteen year-old cheerleader for the middle school varsity
team. Her long dark hair hung almost to her butt when she let it out of
the ponytail she seemed to wear perpetually. Phoebe was maybe 5’3” and
had the body of exactly what you would picture for a cheerleader - perky
boobs, impossibly thin waist but with an apple-bottom butt and legs that
I would have died for at her age. Again, the cheerleader stereotype held
true as she was always grinning and bouncing around as if nothing in the
world concerned her. I also got the impression that she wasn't all that
bright but it could’ve just been part of the act for all I knew. She
wouldn't be the first girl to act dumb to attract the boys!
Phoebe’s littler sister’s real name was Rebekah (using the biblical
spelling) although she preferred Becky. Becky was just barely twelve
having had her birthday just a few months earlier. Seeing the two of
them together, if someone hadn’t told me they were sisters I never
would’ve guessed. Where Phoebe had the long straight black hair, Becky
had a mess of natural curly blonde hair - almost platinum. Phoebe was
the perky cheerleader, Becky the bookworm complete with cute little
wireframe glasses. Whereas Phoebe was if anything ahead of the curve so
far as physical development went, her younger sister was riding the curve
or slightly behind it with budding boobs and just the hint of a figure
beginning to make its appearance.
Becky always seemed to be shy, almost painfully so. While her sister
practically jumped on one of the father’s dicks as soon as she was done
with the last one, Becky would stand around and wait to be asked. Even
then she seemed to remain the passive one while her sister was just the
opposite. The good thing was that once Becky got started with a guy then
everything went well. When I saw her riding on Steve’s cock she
certainly doesn’t need any encouragement at that point!
I’m not sure why these two caught Steve’s eye the way they did. All I DO
know is that just the sight of them gets my husband stiffer than a steel
rod! Given all the other cute little girls to choose from, he goes out
of his way to get at least one of them with him as much as possible.
That said, having them both at the same time drives him nuts!
One other thing I know is that Steve has approached their dad several
times and asked if he would ever allow him get together with the two
girls in a more private setting. Much to Steve’s annoyance he’s always
been turned down flat without a good reason being given. Oh the
rejection was gracious to be sure but still a solid NO.
So far my husband’s fucked them both at two different parties and I know
that he always enters into a new one hoping they’ll be there as well.
One nice thing about having your husband fawning over two young girls
like a schoolboy with his first crush is that you don't have to worry
about being jealous. Like I mean be real. It’s not like he’d ever want
them more than me or leave me for them. It’s all just good innocent fun
so what’s the harm in me letting him indulge?
At our last party I took a break and just watched while Steve was having
fun with his two favorite playmates. Typically I don’t usually get off
watching Steve fucking other women. Sure, he seems to love watching his
wife getting it from other men but the feeling isn’t all that mutual.
It’s not that I’m jealous or anything silly like that. I KNOW Steve
loves me unconditionally and that him fucking other women is not the same
as making love to me. I just don't get a rush watching other people
having sex. OK, so it’s not nearly as bad watching it live as compared
to a porn video but it’s still not my cup of tea.
For whatever reason, seeing these two young girls anxiously approaching
my husband and teaming up on him like they had it all planned ahead of
time was just plain erotic. Becky seems to be more into blowjobs than
her sister while I think if Phoebe had her choice she would have a dick
inside of her from start to finish. I may not have had that right based
on the limited times I’d seen them in action but they definitely DO know
how to tease based. I couldn't help but smile seeing how they played
with each other in front of Steve, making him even hornier if that were
possible. When they would lick each other’s pussy and rub themselves
against each other I could see it wasn't just a show they were putting on
for my husband but rather something they seemed to truly enjoy.
Maybe it’s the sheer joy in Steve’s face that makes this more enjoyable
for me to watch. Usually when he’s having sex it’s like all business -
serious work with a mission to achieve. With Becky and Phoebe it’s like
he’s having FUN. When he first cums he always tries to give each of them
a little which only seems fair since they act as a pretty darn good team.
I don’t doubt that if I were to approach them that Steve would mind if I
joined in but so far I’ve never so much as touched either of them. They
know I watch and they glance my way, especially when Steve is cumming in
one of them, grinning from ear to ear as if to tease me that they were
getting it and not me.
I think that’s when I had my idea - as I watched Steve close his eyes and
moan loudly as he was cumming in little Becky’s fuzzy pussy. I knew I
had to do something that would make my husband the happiest man on earth
- as if being married to ME hadn’t already done that. LOL
Chapter 4 – Convincing The Dad
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Unbeknownst to Steve, my aunt and I had been talking about his little
crush on Phoebe and Becky. When I first brought it up, Aunt Linda just
smiled and shook her head.
“Yeah, they seem to have that effect on most of the men here. And to
think, they aren’t even twins!”
We both chuckled at that stereotype. Like what man hasn’t fantasized
about having twin sisters - at any age for that matter but in their young
teens years it would be heaven on earth for most men.
I mentioned him striking out with their father and she just smiled wryly.
“Yeah, he’s not the first to ask and I’m sure not the last. Their dad is
very protective though. I think the only reason he allows them to have
sex with other men is so he can do the same with other daughters. You
know, I’ve heard it rumored that he doesn’t fuck them - never has for
that matter. Can you believe that?!”
It WAS a little surprising. I’d heard it rumored that many of the
families who came didn't engage in incest at home, leaving that sort of
thing to the parties and not mixing it up in their personal lives.
Still, this was the first time I’d encountered an actual living case.
“Have you tried asking him?” my aunt asked thoughtfully.
“Huh? Me?” I stammered, unsure of where she was going with this line of
thought.
“Well, the problem as I see it is that Steve hasn’t anything to offer him
in exchange for his daughters seeing as how the two of you have yet to
even get pregnant!” she said pointedly, a not so subtle hint at the fact
I was past the age of 27 now and still no baby. At this rate I’d be
nearing fifty before the kid leaves for college!
“He could offer me, couldn’t he?”
Aunt Linda rolled her eyes and looked at me like I was asking the dumbest
question ever.
“Kelly, I hate to be the one to tell you this but have you looked in the
mirror lately?” she said gently, “You’re not exactly a seventh grader
anymore you know.”
Ouch, that one hurt. Still, I knew what she was alluding to. While I
may technically be a daughter when my dad is in attendance, with Steve I
was more a mother than a daughter. Indeed, there were some mothers about
my age As it was! God, suddenly I felt SOOOOOO old!
Aunt Linda was reading my face like an open book and laughed saying, “Oh
give me a break Kelly; wait until you’re approaching fifty and THEN you
can put on the sad eyes about getting old.”
“So what do you propose I do?” I asked, perplexed now.
She just stood there looking at me like I was suppose to already know the
answer but I was clueless. Finally she huffed slightly and said,
“You’re not thinking like a man Kelly,” she said more seriously now,
“You’re forgetting what you already know all too well for yourself - that
a man loves the taboo more than anything. Take that away and you take
away most of the fun for him. Just like you love doing married men,
imagine men with the same ideas except directed at the wife instead of
the husband.”
Like duh! Of course, it made perfect sense to me now. I DID have
something to offer their father that Steve didn’t - ME. I don’t mean
just me in that he would do me with Steve’s permission. No, it would be
for him to fuck me knowing that Steve had no idea about what we were
doing. Of course the same would go for me - HIS wife couldn’t know
either.
My aunt went to her phone and checked her contact list.
“Here, I’m sending you his personal cell phone number so be discrete, OK?
We could both get kicked off if anyone knew I was giving this to you so
you better be convincing.”
I meant to write about my husband and what happened to him so I won’t go
into all the details. Besides, if anything this was rather quick and to
the point...
I did call him but rather than trying to explain things to him by phone
where it would be easy for him to blow me off, I asked him to meet me in
the parking lot of a local restaurant. When he arrived I quickly got in
the front seat and started to talk to him about my plans. When I first
explained what my intentions were his immediate reaction was to start to
say no but before he could do anything I was leaning over the console and
pulling out his dick to suck him. You might say he realized I was
serious!
That eventually led to a quickie at my apartment as Steve was at work
where I promised him that I wouldn't tell Steve so long as he didn't tell
HIS wife AND so long as he was OK with his daughters meeting up with
Steve.
The only catch was that in order to NOT tell his wife about our little
escapade, he couldn't exactly tell her that it was OK for the girls to go
out with someone as she would suspect something in a heartbeat. What he
DID promise was that if his wife asked him if was Ok that he wouldn’t
oppose it as he always had in the past.
Well, that was good enough for me. Now the question was how to pull this
off?
Chapter 5 – Meeting at the Mall
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My Aunt Linda has told me everyone’s real names by now, including the
mother who was 35 year-old Dawn. With her husband out of the way, now I
had to get Dawn on board with my scheme...
It’s one thing to imagine doing such things with a couple of young
teenagers but quite another when it comes going to their mother and
asking of permission. I really didn't mind asking their dad as he was a
man and men just think with their little heads when it comes to sex.
Moms are an entirely different matter though.
The major factor in my favor was I wasn't going cold to her and asking
for something crazy out of the blue. This was a mother who was OK with
unleashing her two daughters on any number of strange men so they could
have their way with them. She’d undoubtedly seen Steve fucking them both
so it wasn't like I was going to be asking for anything all that unique.
This time I decided to do it by phone as I didn't trust my face to not
expose my eagerness and excitement and maybe scare her off a bit. So I
called her and introduced myself. At first she seemed a little surprised
that I even had her number; let alone her real name, but once I started
my pitch she seemed more assured. By the time I’d finished explaining my
intentions, if anything I think she was as excited about the scheme as I
was.
Now to just make it happen...
If there’s one thing that Steve hates to do with me, it’s to go shopping.
Men just seem to be able to understand that a girl simply can’t buy the
first dress that fits her! The only time I can lure him into a store is
when it’s with the promise of something naughty - like blowing him behind
a clothing rack or letting him fuck me in the change room.
The promise of change room sex worked this time... like it ALWAYS does.
LOL!
The best places for such things is in one of the larger department stores
with lots of rooms so people aren’t waiting for the only change room to
open up. You also have to find one with decent size rooms and doors that
came down low enough to hide what was going on inside. Finally, it had
to be a place fathers and husbands frequented as well so Steve wouldn't
stick out like a sore thumb.
Macy’s was my favorite locally. The dressing rooms were HUGE and they
had like a half dozen or more so there usually wasn't a long line, if
any. While not so many in number, at least one or two bored husbands
also tended to be hanging around to return outfits and such.
The other thing that made Macy’s perfect was the fact the women and girls
sections were close enough that when the girl’s dressing rooms were
overflowing they would move down to the women’s - perfect so far as my
plans concerned.
It was nearing 2:00 and I was getting nervous - no sign of Dawn or her
daughters. Of course that was the way it was SUPPOSE to be at this point
but that still didn't make me feel any better. I was mad at myself for
not making some sort of signal between us so that I would know for sure
that they were hanging around. Oh well, if they didn't show we’d still
have fun!
Steve helped me pick out a couple of bikinis to try out - naturally the
ones he chose had the least amount of material. He seemed to judge them
more by weight and cross-sectional area than style! We made our way to
the dressing rooms where Steve stayed behind while I tried on the bikinis
first. This was typical for us in such situations where I would try to
give Steve and any other men hanging around a little “motivation” before
he slipped in to fuck me.
Changing quickly into the thong and bikini top - God, it was REALLY small
on me!, I stepped out into the hallway and looked for Steve. At first I
didn’t see him so I moved out away from the change room and to the
entrance to the change area where I found him - sitting on one of the
man-chairs with two girls on each side of him, grinning from ear to ear.
“Hey Kelly, look who else is shopping today!” he said admiringly as he
looked back and forth between Becky and Phoebe.
Meanwhile, I was standing there all but naked in the skimpiest of bikinis
and not a word was being said! Oh sure the sixty year-old guy was
drilling holes though whatever little material was hiding my crotch but
other than that everyone else was focused on the girls.
I glance around quickly but didn't see any sign of their mother. Again,
that was all according to plan - the idea was to get Steve turned on
first. Well, that wasn't going to be too difficult based on what I saw
the girls holding in their hands.
“So you guys trying on swim suits?” I asked smiling as best as I could.
“Yeah, you guys wanna tell us how we look?” Phoebe said, taking the lead
as usual while little Becky let her sister do the talking.
Steve nodded and that was all they needed - my opinion didn't matter it
seemed so they went laughing and giggling to the change room.
“Earth to Steve!” I teased him as he stared after them, still all but
ignoring me, “So what do you think of MY swim suit?”
Steve looked at me and then quickly glanced around. He leaned over and
whispered to me, “Judging from the stares you’re getting I would say it’s
about perfect!”
Amazingly, the girls were back in a matter of minutes. Then again, it
wasn't like they had all that much to take off having worn just shorts
and tank tops with flip flops - standard teenage girl uniforms for summer
these days.
“What do you think Steve?” sexy little Phoebe asked, twirling about.
Phoebe and Becky had on matching suits, at least matching patterns. What
little was on top was definitely filled out more by the older sister but
both were displaying almost completely bare asses in the string things
they were wearing. I didn’t even know Macy carried such things in their
sizes and I suspected they had brought them with them just for this
purpose.
Even though Steve had seen both of them totally nude before - heck he had
even fucked them both several times, it was like he was seeing them for
the first time. I suppose it’s like what the trippers say - it’s what
you DON’T show that gets them excited. Granted, there wasn't much not
showing but it was just enough to get the creative juices flowing - and
more than that judging from the tent pole rising in his shorts.
“Girls! Behave yourselves!” I heard their mom admonish them as she made
her appearance.
I turned and Dawn gave me a wink.
“Ah mommmmmm!” Phoebe whined, pouting.
I had no doubt it was all an act and while I’m sure it worked with their
dad, the performance had little effect on mom.
“Stop showing yourselves off in public and get dressed,” she said
sternly.
From the way her voice was strained I got the idea it was all she could
do to kept from breaking out in laughter but she did her best to maintain
a stern composure.
The two of them headed back but I noticed they were wiggling their butts
provocatively at Steve as they did. Just before reaching their room
another mom and her daughter stepped out of one of the changing rooms.
The look on that mother’s face when she saw what they were wearing was
priceless!
“Sorry guys, they can be a handful sometimes,” Dawn sighed, taking a seat
in the empty chair next to Steve. “It’s like sometimes you just need a
break from them.”
That was my cue...
“Well, they could spend the night with us if that would help,” I offered.
I cringed inwardly. Running though my lines beforehand it seemed like
such an easy thing to say but now in the real world it seemed so
contrived and artificial that I couldn’t believe Steve was going to buy
it. Well, I didn't take into account the fact that the head Steve was
thinking with now wasn’t all that discerning when it came to such things.
“Wow, would you really want to that?” Dawn asked.
Again, it sounded SOOOOO fake but that was how I heard it. Steve must
have been listening to a different version.
I turned to Steve and asked, “What do you think honey, would you mind if
the girls spent the night? It could be like a sleepover”
Later when we looked back at these events I asked Steve if he was just
playing dumb or if he really didn’t have any idea what game was being
played. He swears that he was taken totally by surprise but somehow I
just don’t believe. Maybe it’s more I just don't WANT to believe my
husband can be this ridiculously gullible but then again, he IS a guy so
who knows, maybe he’s telling me the truth!
The girls were each grabbing one of Steve’s arm, pleading with him to say
it was OK. Yeah, like there was any chance he would refuse! When he
finally said it was fine with him, they both jumped up and down and
giggled like little girls. Then again, they WERE little girls.
Dawn and I quickly ran through the logistics although it was more a show
for Steve as we’d already discussed everything earlier by phone. We
decided the girls didn’t need to bring anything with them as having extra
clothes and such would have been way over the line so far as trying to
sell this as a coincidence to Steve. It’s not that we had to fool him, I
just wanted it to be more special for him when her remembered it later.
Besides, it wasn't like they would be needing much in the lines of
clothes if things went the way I expected.
Just as I was congratulating myself on a plan well done, Dawn threw me a
curve.
“You know Kelly, here’s an idea... how about I drive the girls to your
place and help you get them settled in?”
Now what she meant by “get them settled in” I had no idea, all I DID know
was she was making some flimsy excuse I an obvious move to come over to
our house with her girls. Dawn was one of those parents who spent most
of her time watching at the parties, having just enough sex with some of
the boys to satisfy the rules but no more. It was like one quick fuck or
BJ and then she sat back and watched her girls for the rest of the night.
Was this just her way of being overprotective or what?
Well, what was I going to say? It wasn’t like I was in a position to
negotiate as to refuse would probably bring an end to everything. I
tried to put on a happy face and told he that of course it would be just
fine for her to stop by for a while - with emphasis on the “for a while”.
On the way home Steve was practically giddy with anticipation. I tried
to reach over and grab his dick but he actually pushed me away!
“Now Kelly, I need to save myself for the my girls,” he teased me.
My husband might be 29 now and not quite as virile as he was thirteen
years ago when we first started having sex, but he was no old man yet
either and he definitely didn't need any Viagra. He was just teasing me
and again I found myself wondering if he was just playing along and using
this as part of the game.
Chapter 6 – Apartment Complex Pool
==================================
Dawn followed us to our apartment complex and she and the girls were
right behind us as we made our way to our little home. We passed by the
pool and they both looked at their mom and then at us, pleading to use
the pool. Apparently they didn’t get to go to a pool often and since
they had their bikinis they wanted to have some fun.
Dawn just shrugged and Steve didn't seem to mind. Sheesh, was I the only
one who remembered what their bikinis looked like? This wasn’t a private
party and for girls their age to wear bikinis as revealing as these would
certainly draw some attention - and not necessarily the right kind of
attention. I mean, they may as well be naked if you looked at them from
behind and even from the front there wasn't a lot that wasn't exposed.
Once in the apartment the girls immediately stripped down in the middle
of the living room and donned their thongs and bikini tops. Yet again I
couldn't help but roll my eyes. God, if I tried wearing anything like
that they would surely toss me out but maybe at their age it would be
considered “cute” and they could get away with it. Come to think about
it, there were lots of things I use to be able to get away with when I
was a teen than now as an adult I have to be more careful about.
Personally, I didn’t want to get my hair all wet and I didn't figure we’d
be down at the pool for long anyway so I decided not to change. Dawn
didn’t bring anything with her and given she was quite a bit bigger than
me there was nothing I had that would come close to fitting her.
Steve declared that someone had to be in the a suit in case the girls
needed help in the pool (there were no lifeguards). Yeah, like he was
really taking one on the chin for the team! His suit was really large
baggy shorts like most guys wear now which helped hide a lot at times as
I knew from personal experience.
Stopping in the kitchen quickly, I grabbed a couple of drinks from the
refrigerator for us and we all headed down to the pool. As we drew
closer I was reminded of why we seldom came down here as the din of
little kids screaming and making noise got louder and louder as we
approached. There WAS an hour in the late evening reserved for adults
and sometime we would come down for that but as a rule, the pool was one
benefit at the apartment that we seldom used.
The sun was still pretty bright and hot so I felt fortunate that there
was still a table open with a canopy. The three of us took seats while
the girls shed their towels and headed for the water. I nudged Steve and
tilted my head toward some of the other parents around the pool. No
sooner had the girls left their towels behind than I saw the looks and
conversations hidden behind hands begin. Dawn was smiling too as she
noticed the reactions.
“I think my girls are a hit,” she said proudly.
Oh they were, that was for sure, but not in the way I think she meant, or
then again, maybe so. While I couldn't hear what was being said, the
expressions and head shaking told the story. Oh well, screw ‘em if they
couldn't deal with it.
Both of them jumped in and started to swim around. I turned to Steve and
asked, “Well, aren't you going to join them?”
Steve hesitated and I knew why instantly.
“If nothing else, the cold water might help with that,” I taunted him,
nodding towards his crotch where I had no doubt a raging erection was in
place.
Steve just frowned at me but he did get up and jumped in after the girls.
Soon he was holding both of them up out of the water, one hand under each
bare butt. I glanced over at the other moms and saw them all talking and
glaring at the scene in the pool. It wasn't anything technically
obscene. Well, it wouldn't have been had they normal bikini bottoms on.
The fact he had his hand on their bare butts made all the difference.
As much as they seemed to be making a scene about everything, nobody
actually did or say anything which relieved me. I kept waiting for
someone to either get on their cell phone or leave to get a manager but
nothing like that happened.
The one thing I DID see was a lone guy sitting off to the side with his
cell phone out as if he was talking on the speakerphone. He wasn't
fooling anyone as I could see from the position of his hands and the
movement of his fingers that he was taking as many photos as he could of
Becky and Phoebe. He abandoned any pretext of a phone call and just
starting to take photos openly when the girls emerged from the pool.
Wow, talk about a pedophile dream come true, the two of them looked so
incredibly sexy it was hard to believe that their combined ages was less
than mine. Both were dripping wet with their suits soaked and tight
against their bodies. Both girls had obvious camel toes and nipples
poking through, especially Phoebe with her bigger boobs. Their wet suit
clung to their small bodies like Saran Wrap. Becky had only wisps of
fuzzy pubic hair so her bottom clung tightly to her, pulling tight up
into her pussy. Just a little more and it would disappear between her
pussy lips altogether.
Phoebe, with a year's advantage on her sister, had a thicker patch
of pubic hair. I suppose it wouldn't be too much longer before she was
shaving it off but for now I knew how she felt - proud to finally have a
bushy crotch that showed she wasn't a little girl anymore. The thin wet
material of her bottoms were plastered tightly into her crotch,
emphasizing the hairy patch underneath. She did trim it but when she
first got out I noticed it had pulled to one side, exposing her hairline.
She quickly repositioned it but I knew anyone else watching must have
gotten the same view as I had.
Becky hadn’t yet developed much in terms of a bustline but what little
she had seemed to be magnified by the small triangles of wet cloth
plastered over them. Phoebe, with almost a B-cup already at her young age
to show off, also had much larger nipples than her little sister. The
tiny bikini top wasn’t quite large enough to fit under her boobs so the
bottoms were exposed. I also saw that now that the material was wet, it
had become semitransparent as well, allowing the outline of her hard
nipples to appear. Was it the cool water or was she horny - or both?
“I hope you don’t think badly of me Kelly,” Dawn sighed as the two of us
watched the show in front of us.
“Why would you say that?”
“I mean letting my daughters flaunt their bodies like this, letting men
have sex with them, that sort of thing.”
“Well, why DO you do it?” I asked.
Dawn just shrugged and smiled, “I guess because I love seeing the
reaction of other people around them. It turns me on to watch them with
strangers. Maybe someday you’ll understand when you have kids.”
Suddenly at that moment I had a thought. Maybe this was the same way
Steve’s mom feels when she is watching me and Steve have sex. Like Dawn,
Marlene only watched and never joined in. While I’ve learned to accept
this odd behavior, I’ve never quite understood why she does it. Now here
was Dawn in a similar situation. She never had sex with her daughters
but yet she loved seeing them flaunting themselves and allowing other men
to do whatever they wanted with them. Was the something along the same
lines?
I would have loved to dig into this more but not in such a public place
and besides, now that they were cooled off the girls and Steve were ready
to head back to the apartment where I had no doubt things would be
heating up pretty quickly!
Chapter 7 – A Different Kind of Sleepover
=========================================
Once we were back the girls quickly stripped off their wet suits and
tried off. I showed them my blow drier so they could dry their hair and
went in to the bedroom to see how Steve was doing.
“Well, what do you think?” I asked as he stripped down and dried himself.
“What do you mean?” he responded, “You talking about the girls?”
“Well duh!”
Steve grinned. “It’s a little insane but hey, I’m not complaining.”
I peeked out into the hallway to make sure nobody was listening. Turning
back to Steve I whispered, “What do you think the deal is with their
mom?”
Steve just shrugged. “No idea... she’s a strange one.” Then a big grin
appeared and he continued, “But hey, so long as she lets me fuck her
daughter’s I’m not complaining.”
Spoken like a true man, LOL.
“Hey Steve, watch doin’,” a pair of voices chimed in from the hall,
effectively ending our conversation, at least for the moment.
We both turned to face the door where two cute young sisters were
standing with their arms around each other, stark naked and grinning from
ear to ear.
“Kelly, can Steve fuck us now?” Phoebe said with a naughty look.
“Now girls...,” her mother said, stepping in behind them. She was still
fully clothed, which didn’t surprise me a bit.
“Sorry, it’s my fault, I might have given them a few hints on how to get
things started,” Dawn said with just a hint of a smile but her eyes told
so much more.
I looked at the girls and then back at my husband. Steve was hard as a
steel pipe already so it was obvious what he wanted. Then I turned my
attention to Dawn.
“Well mom, I guess the two of us should leave the three alone for a
while. Let’s go to the kitchen. Do you like white wine?”
With that I kissed Steve, gripping his hard dick in my hand and tugging
on it gently. Mmmmmmm, I would have loved to kneel down and suck it!
I started to head for the door but Dawn once again surprised me.
“Actually I was thinking we could all go out to the living room,” she
suggested although it I could tell it really wasn't a suggestion. The
implications were clear - “you want to fuck my daughters, you have to do
it in front of me.”
Why this surprised me I don't know, I should have seen it coming. No
wonder her husband had caved in so easily. I felt like an idiot for
being played so well by the two of them but there wasn’t time for self-
incrimination. Besides, the results were basically what I’d been
shooting for, albeit with a bit of a twist, so why beat myself up over
nothing?
I turned to Steve who just shrugged his shoulders. It’s not like he was
shy about having sex in front of people. In his mind I’m sure he
444444444couldn't have cared less if Dawn watched. He was just thinking
about one thing at this point - how his dick would feel inside the two
hot little pussies that were waiting anxiously for him.
Just a typical man!
Steve stepped past me and took one hand of each girl and led them down
the hall to the living room while Dawn and I followed. The living room
was really just an open area next to the kitchen. The kitchen area,
which included a small dining table, was tiled and then it turned to
carpeting where the living room theoretically began but that was all to
separate the two.
The trio ahead of us headed for the couch while Dawn took a seat at the
table and I went to the refrigerator to pour a couple of glasses of wine.
It was just boxed wince but then I don't drink a lot of wine usually and
Steve tends to favor beer so there was no sense in us stocking up on
expensive wine. I filled two large wine glasses almost to the brim - I
had a feeling this was one of those times when a Diet Coke just wasn't
going to cut it, and handed one to Dawn who smiled appreciatively.
“This is the part I really like,” she said softly as she leaned over the
table on one elbow while sipping on the wine, “Don't you think it’s hot
to watch them getting started? It’s like watching your favorite movie
for the umpteenth time. Sure you know what’s going to happen but you
can't wait to see it again.”
Well, it wasn’t like there was a lot to wait for as no sooner than Steve
had taken a seat on the couch than Phoebe jumped up next to him and
leaned over to start sucking on his super-hard erection. Becky kneeled
so she could reach him better and they started to kiss while her sister
enjoyed my husband’s cock.
“Phoebe’s always been a little cock hound,” Dawn said as she stared at
her daughter’s and my husband, “Never seen a girl who loved a dick as
much as her.”
My first thought was that she obviously didn't know a lot about ME but I
wasn't going to argue the point. However, it DID provide me with the
opening I was looking for.
“So when did she start?”
Dawn took her eyes off her daughters long enough to turn to me and smile.
“I suppose if I were in your shoes I’d be wondering the same thing.”
She turned her attention back to the scene in front of us. For being
just thirteen Phoebe certainly was talented. She easily took half of
Steve’s dick in her mouth and when she tried, just over three-quarters.
She also seemed as infatuated with his balls as his cock, holding Steve’s
dick up and out of the way while she put her head between his legs to
lick them.
I was starting to wonder if that was all she was going to say and just
leave me hanging but then Dawn sipped some more wine and continued.
“Actually it’s only been about a year now... we wanted to wait until both
girls were old enough to participate together and I really didn’t want
Becky having sex before her twelfth birthday - just didn’t seem right to
me, you know?”
I waited patiently as she sipped more wine. Damn, she was already half-
way through her glass and it wasn’t one of those little glasses either.
“Stuart and I had been swapping for years and we were talking to a couple
one night about our families and such. Stuart made some comment about
their kids looking nice - they had a boy and an older girl, and they
hinted that we might be interested in a special group they belonged to.
We started asking around and learned about this one.”
She paused and I asked, “So had they been having sex with you guys
already or what?”
Dawn sat up more and shook her head. “Oh goodness sakes no. I would
never let Stuart do anything like that with his own daughters. I mean I
know lots of fathers do that sort of thing but I think it makes it easier
around the house if they don’t.”
“Why is that?” I asked, curious as to what she meant.
“Well, it’s one thing for them to run around with not much on or to sit
on their dad’s lap while he gropes them but once you cross that line then
everything becomes about sex. I just don't want to have to deal with
that all the time.”
“So were they doing it before all this?”
Dawn nodded, “It’s not the fifties you know, kids get started much
earlier these days. Phoebe first did it when she was fourteen and when
Becky found it, it wasn’t like I was going to stop her from trying to
emulate her older sister.”
She was so casual about it! It was like we were swapping recipes or
whatever.
Meanwhile Becky had joined her sister and the two of them were sharing
Steve’s dick, alternating it back and forth between them. Steve looked
like he was in heaven, grinning like the cat who got the canary as he
looked over at his audience. He had one hand rubbing each girl’s pussy
as they kneeled and leaned over his swollen dick.
“So why this?” I asked.
“You mean letting older men have them?” she replied. “Well, I think you
know the answer to that one already Kelly. Just look at your husband
over there. You think he’s the only guy who wants to screw girls like
mine?”
I just smiled wryly and she continued, “Once Stuart found out about this
group he kept pestering me to join but that meant we would have to bring
the girls. I was afraid it would be just a bunch of pervs so I agreed to
go along with the application process but I figured we could always back
out if things weren't what I approved of.”
Then she shook her head and sighed, “God, I couldn't BELIEVE the
application process. Well, you know what I’m talking about Kelly but
still, it was like ridiculous. And then there were the videos which I
still am not comfortable about.”
I knew what she was talking about and agreed. The final part of the
application process was to more or less prove you weren’t am undercover
cop or someone trying to infiltrate the group. The concept was that if
they had videos of you doing underage sex then you weren’t going to be
turning anyone else in to the authorities. This was one area where Steve
and I had been lucky to have my aunt’s help in that we didn’t have kids
so they let us in anyway.
Then a thought hit me...
“But I thought you said you didn’t let your husband fuck the girls?” I
asked, “So how did you make the video?”
Dawn didn't answer right away as her attention was focused on Phoebe as
she was straddling my husband’s lap while Becky held his dick in
position. Damn, the girl was a pro! She ever so slowly lowered herself
down on Steve’s dick, grinding her hips as she took him inside of her
inch by inch until she was sitting on his lap, my husband’s dick fully
engulfed by her horny little pussy.
“Oh my god, I never get tired of seeing her do that,” Dawn sighed. Then
she answered my question.
“Well, put it this way... that was the only time and I only allowed it
because it was the only one to get accepted.”
Dawn then rolled her eyes and added, “The bastard sure didn’t seem to
mind fucking his own daughters though, even with some guy with a video
camera watching. If anything it just made me all the more convinced that
I was right about not doing it at home. As it was the next couple of
days I had to lay down the law.”
Dawn started to add something but suddenly she reached over and put her
hand on mine. At first I wondered where these was going but then I
realized she was just reacting to what we both were watching.
“Oh look... isn’t she something?”
What Dawn was referring to was her youngest daughter Becky. Phoebe had
relinquished Steve’s dick and now Becky was laying on her back with her
head up against the arm of the couch. Her legs were spread apart almost
obscenely as she reached her arms out to Steve. Phoebe had moved off the
couch to the side where she was reaching over the arm and rubbing her
sister’s tiny boobs as she watched my husband holding his dick in one
hand as he moved in closer to Becky’s waiting pussy.
“She was soooooo shy at first - she never would have acted so willing
when she started having sex with Phoebe’s boyfriends.” Dawn sort of
giggled as she continued, “She made them do her under the sheets at first
so nobody could see.”
“So you watched her having sex with the boys?”
“Well, yes... I AM her mother after all but the boys don’t know. We have
cameras hidden in both of their bedrooms that record everything.”
Dawn let out her breath as Steve began to push his dick into her youngest
daughter.
“It’s hard to believe that little thing can take him, isn’t it?” she
asked although I think it was more rhetorical than an actual question to
me.
Indeed, Steve’s dick seemed impossibly huge compared to Becky’s fuzzy
little pussy but she didn’t seem to have any problems as his head
disappeared inside. Soon his entire shaft was buried inside of her and I
heard him groan with pleasure as her tight twelve year-old pussy gripped
him.
“It’s so much hotter to see a man like Steve doing her than those boys
from school,” Dawn observed, “You can see how much he appreciates her
unlike those horny young boys who have no idea what they’re doing.”
At that I just had to ask the burning question in my head. “So tell me
Dawn... why do you enjoy watching your girls having sex with strange
men?”
Dawn looked at me like she thought I was joking but then she realized I
was serious.
“Didn’t your mother ever watch you when you had sex?”
I nodded and waited.
“I mean, what sort of mother would NOT want to watch?” she challenged me.
“It’s beautiful to watch your own daughter being taken. I’m so proud of
them both for the way they handle themselves. I mean I could watch them
all day...”
She paused again as the girls changed positions. This time they both
were kneeling on the couch facing the back with their butts up in the air
to give Steve the perfect view of their wet pussies. Steve stepped up
behind Phoebe first, plunging his dick into her. After a few strokes he
switched over to her sister, fucking Becky for a few moments before
returning back to Phoebe.
“Wait until you have kids someday Kelly,” Dawn sighed, “I think you’ll
understand better when it’s you own daughter with someone else’s
husband.”
Once again I thought of Steve’s mother. Was this how Marlene felt when
she watched her son fucking me? When my mom watched I know it turned her
on because she would often masturbate and in some cases even join in.
However when it came to Marlene and Dawn while both seemed obviously
thrilled to watch, neither of them even hinted at wanting to do anything,
not even masturbate.
For the next ten minutes or so Dawn and I kept quiet and enjoyed the
show. Indeed, it WAS like a show as all three of them would periodically
look over at us and smile as if they wanted to be sure we were watching.
Becky in particular seemed to be keeping one eye on her mother most of
the time, as if she needed her mom’s constant approval.
The couch eventually became too restrictive so Steve tossed a couple of
cushions on the carpet and they moved to the floor. The girls more or
less took over, acting like a team. Well, I guess they’d had plenty of
practice! Steve was told to lay on his back with his head under a
cushion while Phoebe mounted his cock yet again but this time Becky
straddled his face, facing her sister who was rocking back and forth on
the hard cock inside of her.
“They make a pretty good team, don’t they?” Dawn observed, obviously
thinking along the same lines as myself, “I was worried at first that one
might be jealous of the other but I’d say they’re closer now than ever.
It wasn’t the first time I’d heard something like that before. A number
of parents have related to me that letting their kids have sex with each
other was the best thing they’d ever done so far as them getting along.
I guess it’s hard for a brother and sister to be mad at each other for
long if they have sex later that day!
We watched silently as the girls traded places to allow Becky to enjoy
Steve’s dick for a while. I noted that while they both seemed anxious to
suck him at the start, once they started fucking it was like that was all
they wanted from then on. I’m sure Steve wasn't complaining as his dick
seemed to be always inside one of the other of them, being exposed only
for as long as it took for them to trade places.
Again, that didn’t really surprise me. I had picked up on that from the
very first party that Steve and I had gone to. It was like the younger
the girl, the more she just wanted to have sex. As they got older then
it seemed the desire to suck cock began to become stronger. It may also
have had something to do with the simple fact it was easier to fit in
their mouth as they got older but then who knows?
I could tell that Steve was getting close. You don’t have sex with the
same guy as much as I have with Steve and not know all the signs. The
only question was who would get it? It was sort of like playing musical
chairs as the girls traded off riding him.
“Oh look... he’s cumming,” Dawn gushed.
Not like she needed to say anything as it was obvious. As it turned out
it was the younger sister who got his cum in her. Once she felt him
begin to spurt, she sat down hard on his crotch to drive him into her as
far as she could take him. Poor Phoebe. She looked so disappointed that
she hadn’t been the lucky one.
“Just think about it Kelly,” she whispered in a hushed tone as if not
wanting to disturb the moment, “Your husband is filling my baby with his
sperm. Now does that turn you ion o what!”
Of course it did but I don’t think for me it was the same as for her. I
was thrilled that my husband was able to fulfill his fantasy and have sex
with two teenage girls at the same time. On the other hand Phoebe seemed
more taken by the fact that her daughters were being little sluts. I
guess to each her own!
Just a note... later I asked Dawn about birth control since Steve
hadn’t used a condom with either of her daughters. She told me both
were on birth control although she said it had been a real pain to get
her doctor to go along with it, especially Becky as she was only
twelve at the time.
When Steve had finished it was Phoebe who said something to her sister
but I couldn't quite make out what she said but Dawn seemed to know.
“Now be sure to watch this Kelly... it’s really special.”
As Steve watched, Becky lifted herself off his spent cock and laid on the
floor next to him, her head on his shoulder while he put his arm around
her and rubbed her all but flat chest. Dawn immediately made her way
between her sister and started to lick out Steve’s cum as it drained from
Becky’s freshly fucked pussy.
Dawn laughed softly as if something had come to mind. “You know, once
they discovered oral sex it was impossible to keep them in separate beds.
For a while until they lost their virginity I was afraid they were going
to be lesbians!”
Becky certainly seemed to be enjoying herself and she suddenly cried out
and closed her eyes as she came. Phoebe was watching intently and had to
admit it WAS an erotic sight to see a twelve year-old girl having an
orgasm thanks to her thirteen year-old sister licking out the cum of a
stranger from her pussy. God, it was like straight from some porn novel!
That was all for the moment as once everyone had caught their breath the
girls got up and come over to their mother while Steve stayed behind,
totally wiped out.
“Did we do good mom?” Becky asked. She may be the shy one but it was
obvious she was the one most in need of her mother’s support and
approval.
Dawn told them both they had done a great job and then looked at me
expectantly. I took the cue and also told them both they were extremely
sexy and how much I loved watching what they did with my husband.
At that point Dawn stood up and leaned over to kiss both of her naked
girls. It was just a peck like any mother would give her teenage
daughters.
“Well, I guess I’d better get home and let your dad know how things are
going,” she said, making her exit.
I walked Dawn to the door and thanked her for everything. Her eyes
twinkled as she replied, “Oh the pleasure was all mine Kelly! Hope to
see you again soon.”
With that she left. I got the girls some drinks - no wine as while they
might be old enough for sex, I wasn't about to serve a minor! In the
meantime Steve had managed to make his way over to me and gave me a big
hug and kiss.
“Well, did you enjoy yourself?” I teased him as I reached down and held
his half-erect cock. Then I quickly bent my knees and took him in my
mouth. Mmmmmmm, I could still taste Becky’s sweet pussy on him!
“You want to join in?” Steve offered.
God, it WAS tempting but this had suppose to be for Steve from the
beginning so I wanted to go back to it being that way. I looked over at
the girls who were sitting at the table chatting away like any pair of
teenage sisters. If not for the fact they were naked and I’d just seen
them both being fucked by my husband you would have never known the truth
about them.
In the end I decided to leave him with them for the night and spend the
night with my dad. Later that night as he was fucking me my thoughts
wandered to Becky and Phoebe and their father. God, how could he fuck
them just once and then not want to do it again. Well, I guess based on
Dawn’s remarks he DID want to do them but because of her he never did
again. Wow, I couldn't even imagine my mom telling my dad not to fuck me
again after the first time!
The next morning when I returned I found Phoebe in the kitchen eating
some cereal. Of course she was nude but I got the idea that was normal
for her around the house. I asked her where her sister was and she just
grinned, nodding towards our bedroom.
I had a pretty good idea of what was going on judging from the occasional
moan coming down the hallway so for a moment I took a seat next to Phoebe
and poured myself a bowl. I could still taste my dad’s cum in mouth from
sucking him off before he went to work earlier so the milk and cereal
served to wash some of that away.
“Did you have fun last night?” I asked her.
Phoebe giggled. “Oh yeah, Your husband is really great! He fucked me
twice and Becky once more... well twice now I guess,” she added with a
wicked grin as I heard what sounded like Steve cumming.
It was probably none of my business but I couldn't resist the opportunity
as he mother was due to be over to pick them up at any moment.
“So tell me Phoebe, do you wish your daddy would have sex with you?”
Gen seemed to hesitate, as if she wasn’t sure how to answer.
“It’s OK Phoebe, I just had sex with my daddy so I know how it makes you
feel.”
“We only did it once though,” she said with a frown, “and that was just
for that creep and his camera.”
“Have you told him that you want him to do you?” I asked as tenderly as I
could.
“Yeah, we both did after that interview thing but Mom said we can’t. We
started to do it once and she caught us and boy was she mad!”
I reached over and held her hand in mine. “So how do you feel about your
parents taking you to these parties?”
At that she brightened up replying, “Oh I LOVE it! All the men there
tell me I’m so sexy. It makes me feel good that they all want to do me.”
Then she seemed almost as she added, “And I feel good in other ways too.”
“And Becky?”
Phoebe shrugged her shoulders. “Oh she’s fine with it now. The first
couple of times she was really shy because she doesn’t have any boobs or
much pussy hair. But you know, I think some of the guys like her better
than me.”
Quite observant for a thirteen year-old.
“She’s always been daddy’s favorite and I think she wishes more than me
that mom wasn't so strict with us.”
She started to say more but the doorbell rang signaling her mother had
arrived. Mom and daughter hugged and then Dawn looked around for her
other daughter.
“Oh they just finished,” Phoebe informed her.
Dawn raised her eyes to the ceiling and let out a deep breath. “Figures,”
was all she said but I had a good idea what she was thinking.
Just then Becky came running out from the bedroom and hugged her mom.
“So have you two had enough of Kelly’s husband?” Dawn teased them,
reaching in a bad for some fresh clothes for them to wear.
Both of the looked at each other and then giggled like the little girls
they were. Without another word they grabbed the shorts and tank tops
and quickly dressed.
“Well, I imagine poor Steve is pretty worn out if I know these two,” Dawn
said as they headed for the door, “Tell him thanks for being good to my
girls and he’s always welcome if he wants more.”
Something told me that Steve would be taking her up on her offer...
THE END