Subject: Celebrating a Milestone
Story Codes: MF MFF oral incest cousins aunt niece
Diary Date: April 13, 2013
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com
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Summary
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It's the birthday milestone everyone dreads - the big 3-0. Yes, my
husband was turning 30 which officially moves him into the "middle-age"
bracket, no longer a "twenty-something" and yet another step removed from
his teenage years. While for some people such a day is marked with dark
humor and black balloons, I chose to celebrate my husband's transition in
a way he wouldn't forget!
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - Getting Old?
Chapter 2 - Brainstorming With My Cousin
Chapter 3 - An Intimate Beginning
Chapter 4 - A Quick Visit With Steve’s Mom
Chapter 5 - My Aunt Linda Gets Things Started
Chapter 6 - My Cousin Kristi Joins In
Chapter 7 - My Best Friend Provides the Finale
Chapter 8 - A Fitting Ending
Chapter 1 - Getting Old?
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There was a time, not that long ago it seems, when anyone over the age of
29 was OLD. I recently celebrated my 28th birthday so that barrier is
beginning to loom closer but I still have one more birthday before having
to deal with THAT trauma. However, my husband wasn't so fortunate this
year. Yep, my dearest darling Steve was turning thirty! While on the
other hand it was easy to laugh at his sad predicament, on the other it
also served as a sharp reminder of what someone once told me. “I don't
mind being a grandfather. No, it’s being married to a grandmother that
makes me feel old.”
On the positive side, I’ve always preferred older married men when it
comes to what some people might call “recreational” sex which in the past
meant having to go out and find one. Well, now I had one at my beck and
call every day of the week! As you might imagine, Steve was NOT the
least bit amused when I made this observation to him.
Actually for an old man Steve was taking things rather well - a LOT
better than I probably will when my time comes. Heck, I can still
remember back when I turned twenty. Like, I moped and sulked for the
entire week leading up to that terrifying birthday. The mere thought
that I would soon no longer be a teenager and was becoming an “adult” in
the eyes of the world was enough to bring tears to my eyes.
Indeed, it wasn't my fertile imagination either. Once I started listed
my age starting with a “2” I immediately noticed a difference even in the
letters and chats I had with people. For one, the number of chat
requests dropped off significantly. I guess guys aren't as turned on
sharing their fantasies and desires with an “older” girl. I guess I
could’ve lied about my age but by then I had so much already posted in my
diary that people knew my correct age so I would’ve had to start all over
again with a whole new persona - a concept I’d abandoned years earlier.
If there was one thing I learned early on, being a fake (or at least a
convincing one) wasn’t all that easy. I found that it was pain to
maintain a lie for any length of time, practically impossible for that
matter,.
One good thing about my wonderful husband is that even though he’s
getting older he hasn’t allowed himself to gain weight or become less
active. Granted, his job requires him to work out and maintain his
stamina but still, frankly some of his friends haven’t been so diligent,
Seeing their expanding waist lines just makes me appreciate my husband
all the more.
At the same time I took great pride that I was still at my wedding weight
over a year and a half later (Well, within a couple of pounds). The last
thing I wanted was for Steve to be with another woman and complain to her
about how his wife had let herself go once she got the ring.
Another checkmark on the plus side was that keeping trim also made him
look a few years younger than most guys his age. Knowing how much I
appreciate his efforts, I’ve done the same and I’m proud to say I’m
within a few pounds of my weight on my wedding day!
Thanks to the unrelenting commercials, for many guys the biggest source
of anxiety when crossing the thirty-something milestone is performance.
By that, in case you didn't already figure it out, I mean sexual
performance. God, I remember back when we first dated and he could go
practically all night and never lose his erection, or at least keep it
long enough that I was more than satisfied myself. OK, so Steve may not
be sixteen anymore but he still does pretty well. I can usually get him
hard again rather quickly after the first time while the third time
usually takes a little more diligence on my part. Fortunately sucking a
guy’s soft dick until it grows into a stiff rod really turns me on so
there’s an added benefit in it as well for me.
In the end, a birthday really is just another day but that didn't mean I
couldn’t use it as an excuse to plan something fun for my husband!
Chapter 2 - Brainstorming With My Cousin
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Talk about being stuck! Dang it anyways, I really had no freakin’ idea
what to get my perfect husband for his thirtieth birthday. Steve was so
good to me and so I wanted it to be something uplifting and memorable,
nothing that made fun of him or otherwise embarrassed him. It was the
memorable criteria that had me stumped. I’ve done so many things for him
in the past that were pretty amazing (if I say so myself), what could I
do that would put this occasion at the top of the list?
In talking to as many horny and lonesome men as I do on-line, over the
years I’ve acquired a pretty good idea of what men fantasize about and
desire. For 99% of the guys, that’s all it ever is - fantasy. Still,
they give me lots of ideas, some of which I’ve already done with Steve.
So what were some of the options I considered based on the most prolific
and crazy fantasies that men tell me?
Mother-Daughter Threesome
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The general threesome category is probably one of the most fantasized
about events for all men but having a mother and her daughter at the same
time seems to be the ultimate combination, even more than sisters
although twins seems to do pretty well. Well, Steve’s already had me and
my mom so it wouldn't be anything new for him. There was also the
problem of my mom being thousands of miles away.
Mother-in-Law
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This of course completely depends on how attractive his wife’s mom is
unless the guy’s really into some wacky stuff. For most guys I think
it’s more about the naughtiness and taboo than the actual sex as almost
invariably they say they want to do it behind their wife’s back. Again,
Steve has had sex with my mom a number of times - starting the morning of
our wedding while my dad was doing me for the last time as a single
daughter. So even if my mom WAS available it wouldn't be something new
for him. Still, it’s not like he wouldn't jump at the chance! Indeed,
sometimes I think my mom is his favorite woman to have sex with (except
for me of course). Just goes to prove what I always say - sex is 80%
mental and only 20% physical.
Wife Swapping
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This was one of the first things Steve changed about me after we got
married so I know it’s something he really desires. before then I’d
always assumed that once I got married that I would be faithful to my
husband and never commit adultery. Well, I may have had to modify my
definition of adultery somewhat in order to submit to my husband’s needs,
but I can’t say I don't enjoy it as well. It’s something we generally do
about once a month so bringing in another couple on his birthday wouldn't
be special. Fun yes, but not special.
Watching Another Man Fuck His Wife
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Now THIS is definitely a guy thing. I don't know another woman who says
she really enjoys watching her husband having sex with someone else
unless it’s incestual. Not saying that women are jealous or wish their
hubby wouldn't, it’s just that they don’t get off on it the way men seem
to when it comes to seeing their wife with another man. Steve absolutely
LOVES watching me getting fucked by other men - the more the better.
Given I about as exhibitionist as they come I love pleasing him! Still,
it’s too common for it to be a consideration for his birthday.
Committing Adultery
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By this I mean having sex with someone not in your family behind your
spouse’s back. Even then, adultery isn’t necessarily committed by having
sex with a woman outside of your marriage family. No, it’s doing it
without the consent and approval of your spouse that pushes it over the
line into adultery. Given that Steve knows he has my full approval and
agreement for him to indulge himself at any time with any woman this
simply isn’t an option for his birthday.
Sex With an Underage Girl
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This is one of those universal fantasies shared by virtually every man.
Oh sure some guys try to tell me that they don’t get off from young girls
but sooner or later almost all of them confess. I would say that for
many they truly would never do it, even if the legal issues cold someone
be skirted. No matter, that doesn’t mean they don't masturbate thinking
about it! In my situation, without going into the details (read my diary
for examples) my husband has opportunities that most men don’t and after
one of my recent “presents” to him I can’t imagine topping that.
Public Sex
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This is one area where Steve and I are pretty much on the same page. We
both love sex in public places but the idea is not to have people watch
us - that gets you into trouble. Rather we like situations where people
COULD see us if they knew where to look and when but as it is, they have
no idea what happening right under their noses. A simple example would
be me sitting on his lap in a park at a picnic table with his dick inside
of me but my dress hiding it from view. One time I especially remember
was being fucked in a lake right in the middle of the family swimming
area with kids and their parents all around but without any idea what
Steve was doing to me from behind as I leaned over a float. This was
actually my first choice for a while as the possibilities are almost
endless and I was sure I could come up with something daring.
So as you can see, this wasn't an easy decision. In the end it was my
slutty cousin who helped me out. If you knew my cousin Kristi or have
read about her and me in my diary then that shouldn't be a surprise.
After earning a remarkable sum of money as a high-end prostitute over the
course of just a few years, Kristi also had a wealth of experience now to
draw on. Although she “retired” from the business a couple of years ago
to join her mom in the realty business, she still used her “talents” at
times when a client needed an extra “incentive” to close a deal.
Speaking of which, it was also a great time to put into practice the
mother-daughter fantasy I mentioned earlier.
It was now just a couple of weeks before Steve’s birthday, about a week
or so since our last swap, and I was panicking. What was I going to do?
Time was running out fast. Kristi was over in our apartment visiting me
while Steve was at work. It had been a while since we’d gotten together
as between my teaching career and her property sales our schedules never
seemed to mesh much anymore. Actually it was HER schedule that was
usually the constraint. It seemed crazy to me the hours she had to put
in sometimes to satisfy her demanding clients, especially the ones who
demanded a “special incentive” to sign the bottom line.
Sitting across from em at the kitchen table, Kristi was telling me about
her latest sale to a single guy in his mid-forties, some high-powered
executive married to his job. He was being transferred to the Pittsburgh
area from Boston and loved the housing prices in the area compared to
where he was coming from. Indeed, he was looking at quite an upgrade!
The commission from the sale would be quite substantial and even though
my Aunt Linda and Kristi had to split it between them, they were both
looking at making more from one house sale than I would in a year at my
teaching position.
“Yeah, it pays almost as good as hooking,” she giggled when I pointed
that out to her, “and without all the drama.”
“So let me guess... he wanted you both?” I asked but I already knew the
answer.
As I knew she would, Kristi nodded. “Yeah. At first he was pushing my
mom pretty hard, even had her blowing him at each home she showed him.
He’s pretty arrogant actually. Then he started backing off and
threatening to use another agency so she called me in.”
I couldn't help but roll my eyes. I wondered what their national agency
would say if they knew the lengths to which my aunt was willing to go for
a sale?
Apparently the offer of a mother-daughter threesome (see my reference
above when it comes to the priorities of male fantasies) was what he was
driving for. The home he was looking to buy still had furniture in it
from the previous owners to help out the sale. I doubt they expected it
to be used for what my aunt and cousin had in store for their client!
“So what do you have planned for Steve’s birthday?” Kristi asked, “This
is the big one, isn’t it?”
I couldn't help but laugh and nodded. I explained to her my dilemma and
for a few moments she just put her hand to her mouth and got that
thoughtful look on her face she gets whenever concentrating on something.
Kristi may have inherited her mom’s youthful looks and love of sex but
when it came to what was in her pretty head, let’s just say when God was
handing out brains Kristi was taking a nap. Still, while her schoolwork
may have been dismal, if there was one thing she excelled at it would
have to be dreaming up new and different sexual ideas. It was probably
one of the reasons she was so successful as a whore.
“What if we role-played that he was buying a house but was VERY demanding
buyer?” she offered.
She started to expand on her idea but I put my hand to stop her saying,
“He’s already fucked you both together so that wouldn't be anything new.
Maybe doing it in a stranger’s house would help though...”
My voice trailed off as I tried to imagine the possibilities. Yeah,
there was a little hope but it didn't immediately set off fireworks so I
knew it wasn't the answer I was looking for.
Kristi got up from the kitchen table chair she was sitting on and moved
over behind me. She put her hands on my shoulders and started to rub
them. Mmmmmmm, felt so good!
“You know cuz, I know a way we could be better inspired,” she said in a
soft tone as her hands worked their way down my front until she was
cupping my firm boobs through my tight tank top.
I probably should’ve stopped her as it was obvious where she was heading
with this. Then again, why? It wasn't like I had anything better to do
at the moment and it had been like ages since she and I had gotten it on
with one another. When we were teenagers in high school it seemed like
we were always doing something or another, usually with other boys but a
lot of the time it was just the two of us.
“OK then, let’s go to my bedroom,” I said, starting to get up from my
chair.
Kristi had other ideas as she quickly pushed down on my shoulders to keep
me seated.
“What’s wrong with right here?” she said with a smirk, “God, you’re
becoming so domesticated!”
THAT hit the mark. Wow, maybe I was! Come to think of it, I DID seem to
do a lot more in my bed lately than around the house.
Kristi pulled down her jeans - I couldn’t help but notice the lack of
panties but I would have been surprised had there been a pair on her. I
mean like I don't even think she OWNS a pair if you didn't count the sexy
ones she wore for teasing. With her bottom bared my horny cousin sat
down in the chair next to me, lifting one leg up and resting it on the
table while the other was at her side with her foot on the floor for
balance. Now with her bare pussy was there right in front of me I felt a
smile automatically come to my face as I recalled how it felt to put my
face between those perfect smooth legs.
“Well, are you just gonna watch or what?” she teased me as she started to
slowly rub her pussy.
I was just wearing my tank top so it wasn't like I needed to undress
further. Typically I wear something a little longer around the house so
when I sit down my bare ass isn’t directly on the furniture for no other
reason than good hygiene. Well today’s nice weather was enough of an
excuse to go with just a short tank. If nothing else the cool wood of
our kitchen chairs felt good against my bare butt.
Keeping my eyes between her legs I scooted myself up until my butt was at
the front edge of my chair and then leaned back with my legs spread
obscenely wide apart. With my cousin already in full masturbation mode I
didn't need any more encouragement so my hand went straight for my
crotch. God, I was already soaking wet!
“Mmmmmmm, you look hot like that,” Kristi asked me with a mischievous
grin, “Remember back when we first did this together?”
Like duh, how could I ever forget? We were playing around in the hayloft
at my grandparents farm and one thing led to another. Back then we were
too intimidated to touch each other so each of us just watched one
another. No matter as at the time it was the most erotic moments of my
life. I’d never watched anyone else masturbate before other than my
parents and then it wasn't like they put on a show for me the way my
cousin was. Similarly, my parents had seen my doing myself countless
times but in the same way it was more they happened to see me, not that I
sat in a chair opposite my dad and spread my legs for him to watch me.
That time in the hayloft led to many more such encounters which became
much more intimate but I’ll never forget our first time.
As we both masturbated, more or less quietly although we each let out the
occasional gasp or loud breath when things were feeling especially good,
I couldn't tear my eyes off my pretty cousin. God she was so much more
than pretty - she was hot! Little wonder she was the school slut having
dethroning me once she moved up into high school. Even though Kristi was
married now, you would never know it as she behaved the same as she ever
did before her rather odd marriage.
For a moment I started to lean forward, tempted by the beautiful woman in
front of me who was so obviously enjoying herself yet not the least bit
intimidated at having her older cousin watch. Then again it’s not she
ever was shy. A cutie since she was a young girl, she knew exactly what
she had to offer and she worked it like the pro she was. Her motto was
more or less along the lines of why be shy when you can use what you have
to get almost anything you want?
As much as I would’ve loved to kneel between those shapely legs and kiss
what appeared to be a freshly shaved pussy right there in front of me, I
held myself in check, trying to enjoy the moment as it brought so many
memories back, flooding me with erotic thoughts and sexual feelings.
Back then when we were in that dusty hay loft it was the first time I saw
masturbation as something sexual between two people. Before then it was
always a personal, private affair. Well, personal and private in that I
didn't openly invite anyone to help out or watch. You don't have to lock
yourself in your bedroom to make something private. It’s all in the way
everyone involved handles the situation.
My thoughts were interrupted as Kristi started to orgasm, her breathing
becoming fast and shallow as she moaned and closed her eyes tightly. I
wondered what she was imagining in her mind as came? Was it about her
husband or was she fantasizing about another man? For that matter, maybe
another woman? Was it just one person or a group or even an audience?
God only knows what experiences she has stored in that cute head of hers.
Sure she’s shared many of them with me but sometimes I get the distinct
feeling that she doesn’t tell me everything.
A smile came to my face as I rubbed my wet and swollen clit slowly,
enjoying the demonstration of sexual lust in front of me. OK, even
though she had cum first it wasn't like we were having a contest or
anything like that. I guess maybe someone should have told Kristi
though. Wow, how many times over the year had we competed to see who
could cum the fastest? I mean like it was an honor system but then
again, I was pretty good at recognizing the real thing when it came to
Kristi and even her mom. I think I “won” the majority of the time and
actually we hadn't had a true contest in years. In this case I hadn't
really tried to beat her to the punch but rather was happy to see her
enjoy herself in such a close and personal time.
God my pussy was so incredibly wet and sensitive! It was like my clit
had grown into a massive erection of its own and damn, talk about being
hyper-sensitive! I could easily slip one and then two fingers inside of
me but generally I preferred to rub the outside and my clit. Typically I
would only push a finger in to get it wet so I could lubricate the rest
of me. That is, if I was by myself. If a guy was watching then it was
just the opposite with at least one finger buried in my pussy .
Oh yeah, now THIS was the way to spend the afternoon! I closed my eyes
tightly and dreamed of my sexy husband. I tried to remember the very
first time we had sex, how it felt when he first entered me. Then it hit
me. Wow, at the time I was only half the age I am now! I remembered how
at the time how insecure I was about my immature body. It seemed all the
other girls my age were into real bras while I barely qualified for a
trainer. Then to have a junior boy want to fuck me for the first time,
and one of the hunkiest guys in school at that, well it was like a dream
come true!
I felt a shiver run through me as my pussy responded to my touch as I
thought about of how it felt the first time his dick forced its way
inside. Although I did play with some of my mom’s dildos before then, I
was always careful not to get too carried away and ruin myself for my
first guy. So while it stung (to put it mildly) when Steve’s erection
tore through my hymen, it wasn't a totally foreign experience either.
With my eyes still closed tightly and my mind so focused on my memories
as I fingered my wet pussy, I guess it was little wonder that I never
noticed my cousin as she got from her chair and knelt before me. Well,
maybe not that but there was no denying she got my attention when her
tongue reached out to lick me!
“Oh God!” I gasped as I looked down to see her blonde head between my
thighs.
Kristi put her hands on my hips, working them under my bare butt as she
nuzzled her nose against my clit. In doing so it seemed to give her
better balance as she pushed her face into me, driving her tongue into my
pussy as far as she could and wiggling it inside of me like a squirming
worm.
As I moaned loudly but she didn't say a word, keeping her lips and tongue
on me the entire time. Oh my God she knew how to lick pussy!
“I cumming!” I tried to cry out but it ended up more a whimper as my
orgasm took my breath away. I felt myself gushing onto her face,
covering her with my cum as she eagerly licked it up.
“Bring back some old memories?” she finally said with a naughty grin once
my orgasm had peaked and started to fade.
My cousin leaned back on her heels, running her hands over the inside of
my thighs as I reached down to cup my crotch with mine. Damn, I felt
like a furnace - a soaking wet furnace!
Memories? I wasn't quite sure what she meant. Actually as often as we
masturbated together during high school, we never actually DID anything
together. In fact, I didn't have any sexual contact with a girl until I
was sixteen. It was shortly after my dad started fucking me that me and
my mom became intimate. She was the first girl to lick me and hers was
the first pussy I tasted other than my own. Soon after that her sister
became number two. Then it wasn't until I went to college that I met my
lesbian roommate (well, lesbian at the time which changed when it came to
her brother later on - in no small part thanks to me).
While we masturbated a lot together, Kristi and I didn't have sex until
the summer after my freshman year. It wasn't until the 4th of July that
I even learned my dad had been doing her almost from the day after I left
for college, sort of acting as a substitute for me being gone. After
watching the and my dad, it was during the ensuing family “orgy” (I hate
using that word for it but it gets the point across) that I first tasted
Kristi.
So back to memories... was she referring to the first time Steve ate me
out? Maybe when my dad did? Maybe she WAS referring to our first time
together while my parents and her mom watched. Not being entirely sure,
I chose to dodge the question.
“God you really know how to make me cum so hard,” I complimented her.
Kristi just gave me her patented naughty girl smile in return saying,
“Well you know what they say... practice makes perfect.”
I was feeling hot and sweaty, not to mention incredibly horny. Kristi
pretty much looked the same as she stood up and used one of the kitchen
towels to wipe off her face and pussy. I smiled to myself wondering if I
should toss it in the laundry later or leave it for Steve to discover.
THAT decision could be made later. For now I had bigger questions to be
answered...
With that out of our systems (or at least partially satiated - can you
EVER masturbate too much?), we got down to business and started throwing
out ideas for Steve’s big birthday that was looming closer every day. Of
course her initial thoughts were insane and totally unworkable but it got
the ideas rolling. One thing I rejected totally was anything to do with
other families or his other dealings with young girls that were being
facilitated by Kristi and her mom. It was one thing for me to look the
other way when he went off with them under normal circumstances but I
wasn't going to base my party for him on such things.
She DID have some good ideas but for one reason or another I had to drop
them, most simply because of the impossible logistics. There was also
the issue that Steve might rationalize to himself that he is OK with me
and my dad having sex, he would be furious with me if I included my dad
in any “special” events for his birthday. I tried to explain this to
Kristi for what must have been the hundredth time but it was like she
never could quite grasp the concept. To be perfectly fair to my airhead
cousin, I also had a difficult time trying to figure out why a man who
LOVES to watch his wife being fucked by other men can be so freaked out
when the other man is her father - especially when I see how many men
chat with me on line and seem to get off from wishing they could watch!
I also had to weed out anything involving his mother. This was something
Kristi was constantly pestering me about, her mother as well. Both of
them thought it was simply crazy that Steve could be fooling around so
much with his mother yet drew a line at actual physical contact or sex.
Indeed, if it was up to them I think they would’ve invited them both
over, blindfolded them and then had them do it without knowing who the
other was until it was too late.
Well, I could never do that to my husband. As crazy as it made me to
watch them cuddle, kiss and grope one another, I also respected their
unspoken agreement that the hands never went under the clothes and nudity
while playing together was out of bounds. Still, I have to admit that if
I COULD have figured out a means to convince his mother to let him fuck
her on his 30th birthday it would’ve been as much as present for me as
for him.
While I hate to admit it, in the end we came to the conclusion that a
safer route would be the best. A third decade birthday party only comes
once in your life and there was no sense taking any more risk than
necessary that it might implode. Besides, while none of our plans was
exactly original, the way we choreographed the day promised to make it a
birthday he would never forget. It just went to show that you can use
several “been there, done that” ideas and come up with an original
composition.
Chapter 3 - An Intimate Beginning
=================================
Finally the day arrived... Saturday, April 13, 2013. It was thirty years
ago that my Steve had emerged from his mother’s womb. Who would have
ever imagined the path he would take over the next thirty laps around the
sun? Until our marriage I’d only been a part of that journey but now our
lives moved in sync. Although less than half his life had been spent in
contact with me, if I had anything to say about it that percentage would
increase every year until the day we left this earth. When we said our
wedding vows we included the traditional, “till death do us part” and I
meant it when I swore it before God and our families.
Poor Steve had been working the evening shift all the past week so he
wouldn't get home until well after midnight. As was usually the case, he
arrived home horny so it wasn't until almost 3:00 AM that we finally went
to bed AND fell asleep. Although I didn’t even hint at what I was
thinking, when my man erupted deep inside of me I couldn't help but
wonder if he should’ve been saving it up for the events to follow before
the day was over. It wasn't like I could say anything as that would’ve
spoiled my surprise and besides, it wasn’t like his hairy balls didn't
seem to be able to produce a ridiculous amount of sperm in a short time.
To be sure not quite what seemed at times like gallons when he was a
teenager but it was still more than enough for me.
As tired as he’d been when he got home, not to mention the ferocity of
which he’d just fucked me, it was little wonder that my perfect man fell
asleep almost instantly once he’d shot his load up in my pussy. At the
time I was riding him cowgirl, facing him so he could play with my boobs
as I rode his wonderful dick.
Resting now with my weight on his crotch, I loved the intimacy of feeling
him still inside of me as he laid there under me sound asleep. Oh wow,
he looked so handsome and content!!! My heart felt like it would leap
from my chest as I squeezed my pussy down on his spent cock. God I was
so lucky to have him as my husband. Who else could love me as much as he
did. Sure my father loved me but then I was his daughter so he basically
didn't have any other options. I don't mean diminish what he does to me
- indeed, how many fathers demonstrate their love to their daughter so
intimately and deeply as my father did to me when he fucked me? What
I’m trying to say is that Steve didn’t HAVE to love me and fuck me like a
father does his daughter. No, he did because he wanted to have sex with
me more than with any other girl in the world. Now if that’s not
romantic than what is?
Finally my own exhaustion won out and I leaned forward, laying on my
husband’s hairy chest with his dick barely in me as I fell asleep. It
was one of my favorite things to do with my husband, followed closely by
waking up to feeling him already in me (NOT all that easy to do as he
usually finds out, LOL).
When I awoke the room was bright with the sun shining through the window.
Steve was still sound asleep which didn't surprise me in the least.
Sometime during the night I must have rolled off of him as I awoke with
my back pressed against his side. My first instinct was to wiggle my
bottom against him and I was rewarded with the feel of his hip against my
butt. Another time and I might have considered rolling over and enjoying
a morning snack but there were too many things on the agenda.
Steve didn't even twitch as I carefully slipped out of bed and headed
quickly for the bathroom. God, I had to pee so bad! Once that urgent
need had been addressed it was shower time followed by my usual battle of
the hair. God I envy those girls with the curls and perfect hair! These
days I was wearing it a little shorter than was typical for me in the
past which helped a little as it didn't look so straight as when it was
longer. Still, was LITTLE natural curl really too much to ask for?
Everything Kristi and I had been planned was to take place at my dad’s
place so there wasn't anything I needed to do around our house. Actually
Kristi and I had debated endlessly as to where to do it. I definitely
didn't want it in our apartment as that would have been impossible to
conceal. With Kristi being married now and living with her husband, that
pretty much ruled out her place as her husband wasn't included in the
plans for the day. If there was one thing Steve was not it was gay.
Even when he fucked me with other guys it was like watching a dance to
see him make sure his cock never touched another one.
I suppose we could’ve gone off to a hotel or B&B but those have their
problems too when it comes to this sort of thing, especially when it
comes to noise and privacy. It’s one thing to sneak in a quickie alone
in a hotel hot tub, quite another to do it multiple times with other
people watching.
That left us with just one logical place - my dad’s house. I call it his
because he’d bought out my mom’s share as part of the divorce settlement
so now it was all his - lock, stock and barrel. Well, in a manner of
speaking it was his AND my Aunt Linda’s home but since she was only
living in sin with him it didn't seem quite fair to credit it to her as
well.
For once I was glad that my dad was going to be spending the day at the
office. It seemed back when I was growing up that he worked six days a
week as a norm with the seventh day being optional as more often than not
he spent part of the day at work after church. At least with him gone
for the day the place was ours to do with as we wanted and I didn't have
to worry about Steve’s silly quirks about me and my dad having sex.
Feeling nervous, I was tempted to give my aunt a call to make sure
everything was ready but as I started to touch the numbers on my iPhone I
changed my mind and pressed the red END. My Aunt Linda was about twenty
years older than me so who was I to be calling her to check on her? As a
realtor she was pretty organized and to be fair, she’d always pulled
through whenever anyone gave her something to do. It’s not like there
was all that much anyway - the cake was the biggest thing and it had been
put on order days ago. All she had to do was pick it up. Now if my air-
head cousin had been given that responsibility... enough said.
Before heading to the kitchen I threw on one of Steve’s shirts but didn't
bother buttoning it. It’s not that I wore it to hide anything, just that
I prefer not to run around totally nude. For whatever reason, even
wearing a bra or bikini top makes me feel better than being totally
naked. In contrast, I DO love the feeling of being bottomless. There’s
just something about feeling the cool air against my butt that makes me
shiver sometimes.
before I left the room I took a quick glance at Steve to confirm that he
was still passed out. Oh God I love him! Seeing him stretched out on
his side all naked in bed, dead asleep with his incredible cock hanging
down so limp, it was something I could stare at all day! My husband is
so handsome! When we dated back in high school I loved the way the other
girls looked at me when he would walk alongside me. I knew they were so
jealous of me and I took a sort of perverse pride in knowing they
probably couldn't understand why he would want me when every hot girl in
school was practically throwing herself at him. It was then that I
recognized the power of sex when it came to getting what I wanted from a
man - especially if you had a natural talent for it as I appeared to
have. My mom use to tease me it was in the genes.
Any other day and as horny as I was suddenly feeling my mouth would have
had that soft dick inside in seconds. Mmmmmmm, I love the feeling of a
man growing in my mouth, responding to what I was doing, knowing that I
was solely responsible for this miraculous transformation. Imagine if a
woman’s boobs were normally small and then swelled up when a man (woman?)
fondled and sucked on them. Not that I would ever WANT that to be the
case, but it was the closest way I could relate to how a man’s dick
reacted when properly stimulated. One thing I did know was that it must
a pain sometimes to have a part of your body grow like that
uncontrollably every time you got horny!
While nobody has ever accused me of being a good cook - or even a willing
one, it WAS my husband’s birthday so I felt a little responsibility to be
domesticated a little bit. It had been ages since I’d made breakfast -
Steve was usually the morning person in our marriage and thus the one to
deal with so much unnecessary work that early in the morning. Thankfully
there were eggs and bacon available in the refrigerator as I’d forgotten
to check earlier. Somehow cold cereal in bed just doesn’t sound all that
romantic.
As the bacon cooked it splattered a little and I was thankful to have
Steve’s shirt on. Yep, as a general rule it was usually good to have
something on around the house. I even managed to fix his eggs without
breaking the yolks - quite the accomplishment for me. Some toast and
orange juice completed the menu. Steve had bought a tray with legs that
was made just for eating in bed a while back when he tried to do his own
version of a romantic breakfast in bed. The only problem was he served
it totally nude so what I ate didn't end up being what he’d cooked!
Looking at my achievement I felt pretty proud of myself. So much for all
the smart aleck remarks by my parents and even my husband about my
cooking skills - or lack of them. This looked like it came right out of
a restaurant kitchen even if I say so myself. A couple of pretty
napkins, silverware (the real stuff, not the plastic we usually used -
washing dishes is even lower on my list than cooking) and I was ready to
surprise my lover and best friend.
Just as I was about to head back to the bedroom I stopped in my tracks,
almost spilling everything. Like dang it, how could I forget? I went
quickly to my purse, grabbed the ridiculously expensive Hallmark card I’d
bought for him the day before, and quickly signed it and sealed the
envelope. Having placed it under the silverware and napkin, NOW I was
ready to go.
Stepping into the bedroom I halted yet again and then quickly backed out,
setting the tray down on the bathroom sink. Looking in the mirror, I
figured what the heck and dropped the shirt to the floor, kicking it over
by the bathtub. I knew that Steve loved nothing more than to see me
nude. Heck, sometimes I swear that if he had his way I would drop my
clothes at the door and stay that way until I left again! My little
fetish about wearing something on top was one of the thing I don't think
he still quite understands but he quickly learned I was dead serious
about it. Well, this was one day I was willing to satisfy his desires -
in more ways than one.
FINALLY I was ready. Taking a deep breath, I stood by the side of the
bed and nudged him. As he rolled over to see what was going on, I smiled
broadly and cried out, “Happy Birthday!”
He was still groggy and I don't think at first he realized what I was
holding but then he rubbed his eyes and focused.
“Holy crap! Well will you look at this... you actually cooked
something!”
Any other day and I might’ve dumped the entire tray on him bare lap and
stormed out. Oh well, it WAS birthday so I held my emotions in check and
instead just smiled sweetly.
“Oh now stop it silly,” I said, pretending to tease him even though I
wanted to smack him. Not hard, just enough to get his attention. Guys
need that now and then. You have to keep them trained!
Steve pushed a couple of pillows behind him for support and sat up.
Reluctantly I set the tray down on his lap. I say reluctantly because it
hid his dick and it looked SO much more appetizing than the meal I’d
cooked.
“Wow, you went all out... real silverware?” he teased me some more,
holding up a fork. “You DO know these aren't suppose to be thrown away,
right?”
OK, so the silverware was one of those wedding gifts that hadn't seen a
lot of use. Could I help it that I hated doing dishes? My mom had made
me do them after every meal back when I was growing up and I’d sworn when
I was on my own that I would never do them again unless absolutely
necessary. Ignoring his jibes, I stood back and crossed my arms, waiting
for him to partake of my hard work. Still, Steve seemed to have other
things on his mind.
“You know, the one time you go topless and you cross your arms in front
of your tits,” he sighed, “Not fair.”
OK, so I couldn't help but laugh at that one. Rolling my eyes, I
uncrossed my arms and held my hands behind my back which also had the
added benefit of causing my boobs to lift and push out further.
Steve smile. “Oh yeah, now THAT’s the way a good wife should always be
at home - naked. God I love those puppies.”
Steve was always complimenting me whether it be my boobs, my butt or
legs. Sometimes even my hair! Still, it never grew old and I loved it
when he told me how pretty and sexy I was. I mean like, what girl
wouldn't?
Steve started to eat his breakfast, grabbing a piece of bacon first and
then attacking his eggs with a piece of toast to break the yolk and then
soak it up. As he ate he kept staring at me like I was on display -
which I guess in a manner of speaking I was. I couldn't help but notice
that he seemed particularly fascinated with my crotch whereas usually he
was a T&A man.
“Ummmmm,” he started to say but his mouth was full so just a grunt came
out. Then he swallowed and pointed at my pussy with a piece of toast in
his hand. “What’s going on down there anyway?”
I wanted to say that it was nothing that hadn't been in progress for the
past couple of weeks of he had bothered to notice but kept my tongue -
birthday again. Instead I ran my hand down between my legs, feeling the
short hair that was starting to grow right above my pussy. It wasn't
like I was going back to nature or anything quite like that. With the
type of outfits I like to wear, especially with summer approaching, a
full bush was totally out of the question. Still, I’d been shaving my
pussy for so long now I’d almost forgotten what it was like to have pubic
hair, even if it was just a little triangle above my slit.
“So you like?” I asked, rubbing myself a little.
“Different,” was his response. I gave him one of my “what the hell?”
looks and he finished saying, “So what’s your plan for summer landscaping
this year?”
Well, that was one way to put it I guess. I just shrugged and answered,
“Don’t really know... just thought I’d try something different.”
Come to think of it, Steve had never seen me with pubic hair except back
when we first dated fourteen years ago. At that age I was proud to have
it and the last thing I would have done was shave it off! It was sort of
funny that while my boobs were barely making their entrance my pussy was
already filled out and becoming bushy.
“Well, I think it looks hot,” Steve said to my surprise, “To be honest, I
think a little pussy hair on a girl is sexy. Really, I don't know why
you all decided to shave it all off in the first place. Was there some
sort of vote?”
I laughed as he went back to his meal. By now he was almost done - he
never was one to take his time with a meal. I waited impatiently as he
got serious about eating and finally finished it off. Setting the tray
to the side, his dick popped up like the lid of a Jack-in-the-Box had
just opened. Mmmmmmm, he sure wasn’t soft anymore! Damn he looked so
hot sitting in bed naked with his erection poking up out of the thick bed
of pubic hair that filled his crotch!
“So how’s the service in this establishment?” he asked with a sly grin.
It didn't take much imagination to figure out what type of service he was
hoping for. Any other day and I would’ve been on that dick like a bee on
a flower. Thus it must’ve surprised him when I hesitated for a moment,
wondering if this was such a good idea given what I knew would be the
demands on that dick not too much longer from now.
“Now THIS is a first,” he said in a joking manner yet at the same time
the look in his eyes said otherwise, “Since when does the Kelly I know
have to be asked twice to suck a dick?”
That was all it took to change my mind. In any case, the answer to his
question was something like, “A hell of a long time ago” or maybe even,
“Never.” Ever since the first time I’d taken his swollen cock in my
mouth that night in the dark movie theater, it was like I could never get
enough of one. For sure I LOVED to be fucked but sucking cock was
something totally unique, like nothing else I’d ever done. Everything
about it - the way it swelled and grew, how it moved and twitched, then
how it would spew out one load of cum after another and suddenly dwindle,
yes I loved everything when it came to sucking dick. Heck, I usually
didn't have to be asked ONCE, let alone twice.
To protect my reputation I wanted to explain to him why I’d hesitated but
that would spoil the rest of my birthday surprise so instead I simply did
what cam natural - I leaned over and took it in my mouth. Like, isn’t
that what any girl would want to do when presented such a wonderful
offering?
Steve reached under me to fondle my hanging boobs as I bobbed and licked
his shaft. Then his hand moved back to my butt, reaching from behind and
between my legs until his finger was exploring my pussy hole.
“I’d say someone’s pretty horny,” he chuckled as he pushed it in.
Yeah, like there was any other option when I had his stiff cock in my
mouth? LOL
“Here, get on up here. I need some dessert,” he instructed me as he
pulled on me to get on top of him.
Keeping his cock in my mouth the entire time, I straddled his face and
lowered my pussy down until I felt his tongue on me. Steve used both
hands to spread my ass cheeks apart to get a better view of my wet
crotch.
“Fuck, your pussy’s beautiful,” he sighed and then ran his tongue from my
pussy hole, up my slit, and then around my clit, “And it tastes great
too!”
Beautiful? I guess that’s all in the eyes of the beholder. Up close I
have to say a pussy is sort of gross but as for taste, now there I fully
agreed with him. Indeed, as much as I enjoy licking another girl, the
pussy I’ve always loved to taste the most has been my own. OK, so I’m a
little biased. It was the first one I ever tasted of course and not a
day goes by that I don't get at least a little.
We 69’d for what seemed like forever. Somehow Steve was holding back his
orgasm as usually he would have cum by now, especially this early in the
morning. Not that I was disappointed. I knew he would sooner or later -
all men do. In the meantime I got to enjoy his engorged shaft all the
more than usual.
“Turn around,” he finally gasped as I could feel his breath on my ass.
I started to get back into the same position, more or less, that we’d
ended earlier in the morning but just as I was reaching down to guide him
in me he sat up more, taking his dick out of play. I gave him an odd
look to which he responded, “You know, this IS my 30th birthday.”
I cocked my head the way my dog does when it seems to be trying to
understand me.
“Oh is it? I’d totally forgotten.”
He wasn’t buying it, that was clear, but he didn't challenge me. Instead,
he continued to his destination, where I had no clue.
“So do I get to ask for something special?”
Oh if he only knew what something special he already had waiting for him!
“What do you mean?” I asked, intent on not spoiling his surprise. At the
same time I began to wonder where he WAS going with this so I rubbed his
dick against my cheek as I waited for him to finish.
“You know, like something we don't normally do but since it’s my 30th
birthday we can.”
Warning Will Smith!
My Spidey senses were tingling. Where the heck was he going? Still, it
WAS his 30th birthday and I WAS going to spring a huge surprise on him
but then he didn't know it. If I was going to keep MY surprise a secret,
then I pretty much had to go along now with his.
“OK, I’ll bite,” I started but then he cut me off laughingly saying,
“Oh no! No biting!”
It was silly but it helped to lighten the mood. I waited, licking his
dick gently with the tip of my tongue. It was like I couldn't control
myself when a dick was this close to my face. I HAD to do something.
“I’m gonna fuck you in the ass.”
A few words led to a thousand thoughts in a blur. Like wow! I mean WOW!
Yes, I knew Steve loved anal sex and that he often got it from my aunt
and her daughter, even my mom. Well, this was one thing that was NOT in
my genes from my mom.
The whole concept of anal sex grosses me out. My asshole is strictly a
one way street - out only. All I can think about anytime I’m near an
asshole is what came out of it recently. OK, so I HAVE allowed some men
to fuck my butt in the past, but I’ve always drawn the line at touching
one with my mouth. Even when I have done allowed a dick up my poop chute
it was for something special - like allowing my Uncle Jim to fuck me in
the ass so he would let my dad fuck his young daughter. It was NEVER for
me, always for someone else.
To set the record straight, for all those people who tell me to do it and
then I’ll love it.... you’re 100% wrong! It felt wrong from the start,
felt wrong while I was doing it, and then felt even more wrong later when
I thought about it.
Steve knew full well my feelings about anal sex. It was one of the
things that endeared me so to him. Sure, I knew how much he wanted to
fuck me in the ass. Yes, as his Christian wife I would submit to
anything he told me do - including anal sex. The thing that made him so
wonderful was even though he KNEW he could do it anytime he asked, he
loved me and respected me enough to never take advantage of his position
of authority. To me, such love and respect is the centerpiece of a
Christian marriage where a wife submits totally to her husband. It’s not
that she becomes his slave, its more HIS responsibility to use his
position wisely and lovingly.
Steve had never fucked me in the ass, never even asked once I’d explained
to him how I felt about it. How many times had I bragged to people about
how much he respected me to not ask me to do anything I didn't like? Yet
here he was, telling me that he about to do one of the few sexual acts
that went totally against my every sense of ethics and morality. Still,
he was my husband and I was his wife so I didn't have a choice.
“All I can say is that you had better have a LOT of lube,” was my
response, thus agreeing to let him do it. He grinned even more than when
I’d dropped his shirt earlier.
Resigned to my fate, I kneeled on the bed on all fours, spreading my legs
apart to give him the best possible access. Meanwhile Steve had run to
the bathroom where he snatched some lotion and hurried back before I
changed my mind - something I was VERY close to doing.
“I love you so much baby,” he whispered in my ear as he leaned over to
kiss me. Mmmmmmm, he tasted like pussy! Well, hopefully he wasn't
planning on licking my asshole as that would be the last thing he’d be
kissing he got until his mouth was thoroughly disinfected.
As Steve lubed up his dick I waited anxiously. As I said, it wasn't like
I’d never done this before but the last time was years ago and never with
Steve. I looked back over my shoulder where Steve was rubbing the lotion
on his dick.
“Looks like you’re enjoying yourself,” I said in a sarcastic tone.
Steve grinned and now he was deliberately stroking himself.
“You know you like to watch.”
Sorry but given my aversion to anal sex I’d rather not go into the
details of what happened. I mean like it’s not like anyone doesn’t know
how it works. Did I have a choice? Technically yes (I’m not a slave)
but practically no (I AM his wife). Did it hurt? A little but nothing
all that horrible. Did I enjoy it? Not really but I did my best to make
it good for him. Do I want to do it again? NO! Finally, did I please
my husband? A definite YES.
As a proper Christian wife the final “yes” trumps everything prior so I
can’t say I regret it. All I will say is that I love my husband very
much, I’m thrilled to be his wife, and it makes proud to submit to him
knowing he loves me and respects me for doing so.
By the way... Steve promised me immediately afterwards that he will NEVER
demand that I do anal again and I believe him. Of course he left the
door open to me offering my ass to him again in the future but I don't
see THAT happening anytime soon!
Chapter 4 - A Quick Visit With Steve’s Mom
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Somehow I got the idea that Steve was assuming that I’d given him my
birthday present (including one I hadn’t intended) and that the remainder
of the day would be relatively quiet. That was more or less how things
had gone last year with the biggest thing being I spent the entire day
naked just for him. That may not sound like a big deal but it also
included driving around town for a bit of fun as well. Well, if things
went as planned then this year was going be more memorable than just me
masturbating naked in downtown traffic...
Now that Steve had gotten himself off his horniness had subsided - for a
little while at least. Without another word he headed for the bathroom
and started the shower, leaving me laying on the bed with a rather sore
butt. For a brief moment I contemplating joining him the shower. It’s
not like I didn't need one! Then again, it wasn't like he wouldn't be
getting enough sex the rest of the day; it’s just he didn't know it yet.
Considering my plans for his dick, it was probably best that I NOT let
him fuck me again... at least for this morning.
Laying still in the quiet of our bedroom, I could feel his cum dripping
out of my ass which felt sort of weird - not something I was accustomed
to as you might imagine. Dang, I think the last time I’d felt anything
similar was back when I let my uncle do me in the butt so he’d let me dad
fuck my cousin. I mean like the things you as a daughter do for your
father sometimes! I guess it’s no different now as a wife. The title
may change but the obligations remain the same.
When Steve finally came out he was naked with a towel over his head as he
vigorously rubbed it to dry his hair. It wasn't like he had all that
much as he preferred keeping it short so it wasn't a hassle while working
with patients in the ambulance. I couldn't help but smile as I admired
his trim nude body, especially his sexy dick as it hung down flaccid from
his hairy clean crotch.
“See something you like?” he teased me after dropping the towel and
catching me staring at his dick. He grabbed his cock and flopping it up
and down as if to taunt me.
That little trick might work for him sometimes but I wasn't going to blow
him now. Instead I just grinned at him as I got up to take my turn in
the shower. As I walked by him I reached over and gave his dick a
playful little tug. I bit my lip, willing myself to let it go. God it
was SOOOOOO tempting!
It’s not like he didn't already know how much his dick (well, ANY dick
for that matter) fascinated me. There’s not a dildo in the world that
can properly substitute for a dick which I suppose is why my personal
collection is so small compared to most women I know. Heck, my mom must
have had at least a dozen different models in the drawer next to her bed
when I was growing up. She offered them to me but I’ve always been more
a finger girl unless I’m playing with a friend and then a double dildo
becomes my favorite.
In response to he smacked me on my bare butt as I tried to jump out of
the way but not entirely wholeheartedly. It smarted a little as I hadn't
expected him to hit me quite THAT hard!
“Hey guy, haven’t you abused my poor ass enough for one day?”
Of course he just ignored me so I went off and got myself cleaned up.
The shower felt great as it washed off the sweat and cum, leaving me all
clean and smelling fresh again.
“So I guess you’re probably wondering what I’ve got planned for the rest
of the day,” I started as I walked out with nothing on but a towel
wrapped around my hair.
Steve had dressed while I was in the shower, wearing some jeans and a
plain blue shirt. Not exactly dressing up I noticed.
“I don't know... last year wasn't so bad,” he said grinning, “Damn you
look great. I’d be happy if you just stayed naked all day again. Make
that EVERY day.”
I undid the towel and flicked it at him. He dodged it easily but then it
wasn't like I was really trying to hit him.
“Guess you should have married a nudist then,” I came back as I twirled
in front of him, “But I can be bare-ass for you anytime so there’s got to
be something else you’d rather do on your birthday.”
Steve shrugged but then his eyes lit up and I think he must have thought
he’d figured out my plans. “So when are they coming over?”
Poor Steve. He obviously was now assuming he’d be getting a more
traditional birthday party where friends and relatives stopped in for
cake and other boring crap like that. Well, in case he hadn't noticed
there was no cake anywhere in the house but it also reminded me of one
substantial flaw in my plans that somehow I’d overlooked - his mother.
Dang it! Like how could I have forgotten her?
Making matters worse, there was no way I could include her in my plans as
she would positively freak if she saw her son fucking the women I had
lined up for him. Not that she didn’t enjoy watching him having sex but
that was when he did me.
“Ummmmm, Earth to Kelly,” Steve prompted me as I’d become lost in
thought. People have always teased me that when I think too hard it’s
like I shut off everything and everybody around me. Still, it’s a trait
that has always helped me to focus so I’ve never worried about changing
anything.
Hmmmmmm, this was going to require some last minute adjustments. Dang,
I’d been so distracted all week that I never even thought about Marlene.
It didn't help that she hadn't called me either so maybe she was just
expecting us to drop by at some point. Then my heart jumped. OMG, what
if she was planning on surprising her son and was on her way over now?
The odds were pretty low but still, it wouldn't be the first time she’d
popped in unannounced.
“Be right back,” I said hurriedly to Steve as I grabbed my phone and all
but ran to the kitchen. I hit the speed dial for his mother and
thankfully she answered. She still had a hard line phone to her place
(we never had one activated, preferring to just use our cell phones) so I
knew she was home.
“Hey Mom!” I greeted her.
It had taken me a while to get use to calling her that, especially with
my own mother out of the picture now as much as she was. Still, I knew
Marlene appreciated it when I called her that. In fact she’d often told
me I was like her second daughter. Given her own daughter’s recent
“engagement” to her own brother, I think I’m also her favorite “daughter”
these days.
Putting all that aside, I quickly explained to her that Steve and I would
be over in a short while and apologized profusely for not telling her
sooner.
“Oh you’re no bother ever Kelly,” she assured me, “I know how busy you
were and besides, I knew there’s no way my oldest boy wouldn't come by to
see his own mother on his birthday so I wasn't worried.”
There are times I’m really thankful phones don't have video yet and this
was one of them. My eyes rolled as I fought the impulse to tell her that
her “boy” was now thirty years old and trust me, he was no “boy” anymore.
Still, sometimes the less said the better although all too often I don't
follow my own advice. We exchanged a little small talk and she assured
me that she would be ready by the time we got there. Hanging up the
phone, I started to walk back to the bedroom only to meet Steve in the
hallway half-way there.
“So what’s my sexy wife cooking up that’s so secret?” he asked with a
twinkle in his eyes.
Rather than bluff I told him the truth - at least so far as about going
to visit his mom. The only stretch was I told him I was calling just to
be sure she was ready. he didn't need to know that it was all a last
minute thing.
“Yeah, mom’s always made a big thing about birthdays,” Steve said, “She
use to serve me breakfast in bed too come to think of it.”
I couldn’t help but think to myself that while his mother may have served
him breakfast, I was willing to bet big money that Steve enjoyed my
version more than hers.
“I’ll be ready in twenty,” I said over my shoulder as I passed him and
headed back into the bedroom, wiggling my bare butt a little extra just
for him as I knew without checking that he was looking.
Now that we were going to his mother’s place first it sort of threw off
my plans on what to wear. It wasn't as warm as I’d hoped it would be but
for the few minutes I’d be outside wearing anything I figured that I
could deal with it so I had picked out a short yellow sundress - very
short indeed. Aside from some matching pumps and jewelry that was ALL
I’d planned to wear. So much for plans...
Yeah, I suppose that technically I could’ve still dressed that way as it
wasn't like his mom would be seeing anything she hadn't already. Then
again, I’d always tried to dress a little south of slutty when I was with
her so she wouldn’t ever suspect the things that we’d never told her
about me. It was one thing for her to see me naked having sex with her
son - that was expected. It was quite another for me to expose my bare
bottom when I was wearing an outfit that I supposedly considered fit for
public consumption.
At first I debated on another outfit but I really liked this one. My
best friend Beth had gone shopping with me when I’d picked it out and she
said it looked great on me when I tried it on in the Macy’s dressing
room. What the heck, it wouldn't kill me to wear a thong under it while
we were at his mom’s place. Scrounging through my dresser drawer I
remembered that I didn't have a yellow one that matched the dress which
set me off on an entirely different decision tree.
In the end I chose a bright red version which went against my usual dress
code. Deciding what to wear in terms of lingerie and what color can get
pretty complicated. basically it depends a lot on what I’m wearing with
it, where I’ll be seen and by who. At work it’s an easy choice -
whatever’s most comfortable which means typically a white bra
(unfortunately the school policy requires one) and granny cotton panties.
It’s not like I’m trying to impress my students or turn them, if anything
just the opposite. In today’s school environments the last thing you
want is a reputation for dressing to satisfy a fourteen year-old’s
fantasies.
Then there’s the formal occasions where some modesty is appropriate like
going to church. Going back to when I was a little girl, Sunday mornings
I ALWAYS wear a dress. As I said, it’s just something I’ve always done
since I was a little girl not to mention it comes in sort of handy when I
stop by my dad’s place on the way. Normally I choose panties that match
so as not to be so visible, especially if the dress I’m wearing is a
little sheer or short (or both). Unlike school, I can't even remember
the last time I wore a bra to church though. It was probably back when I
was a young teenager and proud that I was developed enough to need one.
Well, THAT stage didn't last very long!
For most other occasion when I wear underwear, it’s generally a thong
without a bra. I don’t mean those nasty ones which are nothing but
strings and a triangle that feel like a constant wedgie. No, more the
type that ride high on my hips and provide just enough material to cover
the crack of my ass. My favorite color for all lingerie is black
although at times I might wear a different color just to change things
up, especially if I anticipate someone seeing it.
Of course there are times when I WANT to wear a bra and panties. Just as
guys get turned on by strippers who start out dressed and hint at what’s
to show later, the same goes with wearing lingerie to tease a guy. Like
why let him see everything right from the start? So at parties and other
“night out” type of activities I usually choose something that contrasts
with whatever else I’m wearing. Like under a sheer white blouse I would
go for a black bra.
Finally, there are times when lingerie is ALL I wear. This is typically
when I want to get the attention of my husband but lately it’s become
more common when we swap with other couples. It’s interesting that most
men are actually more turned on when I wear sexy lingerie than just
standing there in front of them nude. That’s when the rainbow effect
happens by which I mean I try to wear something BESIDES white or black.
Red is a favorite of mine but I’ve acquired quite a collection of various
colors and shades over the years. It doesn’t hurt that my husband and
father love buying it for me as well.
So anyway... I decided to go with a red bra and thong because we’d be
visiting his mom and I knew she’d most likely be dressed to kill given it
was her favorite son’s birthday. She never wore anything with him that
was so revealing as to actually expose herself but some of her outfits
came pretty darn close. For instance, when the two of them would fool
around on the couch and she had on a robe with just a bra and panties on
underneath, it’s not like there was a whole lot between them especially
when his hand could cup her barely covered crotch. Still, there ALWAYS
was SOMETHING in between which seemed to satisfy the unwritten rules of
the odd little game they played.
Did I say “odd”? Make that downright weird! LOL
Checking myself in the mirror, I frowned. Something was missing...
Yes! I had it. Rummaging through my drawers I found what I was looking
for - a pair of white hose that came up to about mid-thigh. The sundress
barely came down that far so as I walked or moved anyone could see the
elastic bands at the top and what remained of my bare upper thigh above
it. I frowned a little at my pale skin. Well, hopefully things would
warm up and my tan would be back. Another thing about the hose was that
somehow I felt that it made me look younger while at the same time just a
little more sexy.
“Shit, you’re wearing THAT to Mom’s?”
I spun around to see Steve standing in the doorway ogling me. OK, so
maybe it wasn't my sexiest outfit but anything that draws the attention
of my husband was always a good sign.
“What?” I replied as if I had no idea what he was talking about.
Steve just smiled at waved me off saying, “Oh nothing.”
Well, it was obvious from the way his eyes were looking me over and the
grin on his face what he was thinking so I turned back around to put on
my watch and some jewelry. As I stood in front of my dresser I saw Steve
approach me from behind.
“Do you really have to wear THIS,” he murmured in my right ear as his
hand reached under my skirt and tugged on my thong.
“Well it IS your mother you know,” I huffed.
What I wanted to add was “and if you would ever get over your hang-ups
and just fuck her and get it over with then I wouldn't have to wear it”
but I knew that was one direction to take the conversation that would
only end in disaster. Steve was not exactly a fan of incest, to put it
mildly, at least when it came to boy-girl sex. As with his mom, it
didn't help that his younger brother and sister were living together out
on the west coast under the guise of being engaged. Steve had spurned
his sister’s advances back when we were all in high school and I guess
knowing his brother was fucking her now sort of pissed him off. Not that
he regretted not doing her when he had the chance, he didn't like that
they were doing it in the first place.
I suppose he wasn't all that different from most men in his views toward
incest. Steve was fine with seeing me together with other women like my
mother or cousin. I mean like doesn’t every guy have that sort of
fantasy? It was me having sex with my dad that things got sticky (no pun
intended). Indeed, Steve has only seen me and my dad having sex once and
that was way back when I knew he was about to propose and so I told him
about my incestual life. No matter how much I loved Steve, I couldn’t
marry him if it meant betraying my responsibilities as a daughter. It
was sort of funny in that he didn't believe me at first, taking it as
some sort of practical joke and a poor one at that. Once I proved it to
him, that was enough for him and he never watched us again.
So as a general rule, Steve wasn't in favor of incest. I think he
rationalized what I did with the female members of my family as sex
between two women more so than sex between family members. While drawing
the line at incest, it’s not like he’s some sort of prude when it comes
to family. Thus fooling around with his mother was OK so long as nothing
went under the clothes, as little of them as there might be. It was the
principle that mattered more than anything else.
We were both finally ready to hit the road. Fastening my seatbelt, I
glanced at my watch. Wow, we wouldn't have much time to visit with his
mom which was probably a good thing. based on past experience it was
like we either stayed for fifteen or twenty minutes or for a few hours
without much in between. This was especially true after we got married
and he moved out. Before then I would visit and sometimes stay the night
which meant she could watch us. Now it seemed if whenever she knew we’d
be staying a while it was almost like she pushed us into the bedroom!
Another day and time that wouldn't be so bad but I had other plans.
Given how things had gone so far this morning, naturally instead of the
usual half hour drive it took to get to his mom’s place it took us almost
forty five minutes thanks to a detour for some sort of construction.
Then again, if you live in Pittsburgh then road construction is a way of
life. It was a little frustrating but finally we made it.
“Happy Birthday!” his mother greeted Steve as we walked in. She gave me
a brief hug first and then quickly turned to her son and planted a messy
kiss on his lips.
I left them in the entrance to do their thing and headed for the living
room where I took off my coat and took a seat in one of the overstuffed
chairs. After a few minutes I glanced back towards the door where I saw
they were still kissing only now she had her arms wrapped around his neck
while he had both hands under her robe, cupping his mom’s ass in his
hands and pulling her tightly into him.
As I’d expected, Marlene was indeed dressed for the occasion - or should
I say underdressed. She was in what I’d come to know as her favorite
outfit, or at least her favorite when her son was visiting. The first
thing I noticed was the light cotton robe which barely came down to the
bottom of her butt when she was standing, let alone stretching up on her
toes as she was now. Even from my distant viewpoint I could see the
white high-cut panties underneath although Steve’s hands were now hiding
most of them from view. The black heels contrasted somewhat with the
robe but her legs looked good when she wore them. So far the robe as
still tied closed but I would be shocked if that was the case for much
longer given their past history.
The two of them kept at it a few more minutes before finally they broke
apart and I heard Marlene gasp as she caught her breath.
“Now THAT is what I call a birthday kiss,” Steve exclaimed as he looked
over at me and smiled.
Marlene led Steve into the living room, planting him down on the couch
opposite of me. It had become our usual seating arrangement - the two of
them on the couch with me across the room in the chair. If Steve and I
had sex it was almost always in his old bedroom rather than out in the
living room. Once again, it was all part of their unwritten code. It
was OK for her to stand in the doorway of the bedroom and watch us having
sex in bed but not if we did it on the couch in the living room. Like
really, did the doorway have some sort of force field that the chair in
the living room didn't? If anything, the door was closer to the bed than
the chair was to the couch!
It had taken me a good while to come to grips with Steve’s unusual
relationship with his mother. True, they DID have sex but that was only
once, a long time ago when we were first dating. Back then things had
gotten a little out of control on everybody’s part to say the least.
Nowadays it was like they both knew there were lines that could be pushed
but never crossed. Unfortunately in the years when they lived out in
California they seemed to work out all these complicated rule and it’s
not like they wrote up a list of rules for me to understand them.
Instead I just had to figure it out on my own. The one cardinal rule I
learned VERY quickly when we first dated was that to even mention them
having sex again was one of the worst things I could say.
“Wait here,” she said excitedly as she hustled off to her bedroom or
somewhere else down the hallway.
With her out of the room, I leaned forward towards Steve.
“She seems awfully excited today. What was with that kiss at the door
anyway? Like that was a little over the top, even for her.”
Steve just shrugged and waved his hand at me as if to tell me not to
worry. I gave him one of my wide eye looks and he just grinned and
finally said, “It’s sort of a birthday thing I guess. I don’t know how
it got started but it seems to get a longer every year. Guess by the
time I’m fifty we’ll be at the half-hour mark!”
OK, chalk up one more to the continuing strange but true saga of Steve
and his mom! For the thousandth time I wondered why they just didn't say
the heck with it and just do it. It’s not like Steve didn't appreciate
older women. Oh sure he loved fucking young girls but what normal man
wouldn't given the right opportunity. No, Steve loved doing older women
like my mom and aunt, not to mention the couples we swapped with. So
what was the big deal about doing his mom? Heck, most guys tell me they
would love to fuck their moms but they never got the chance so what made
Steve so different. Like I couldn't begin to believe that she would
resist him if he tried.
My thoughts were interrupted by her return. Marlene was carrying a large
present wrapped in red paper with a white bow. I had NO idea what was in
it and my mind was already running through a dozen possibilities by the
time he started opening it.
“Wow! Just what I was hoping for!” he said as he looked inside after
taking his sweet time unwrapping it. I still couldn't see and I fought
back the impulse to go over and take a look for myself.
“Oh wow,” he gushed again, “Oh mom, you’re the best!”
He set the box down without taking whatever was in it out and turned to
his mother who was positively beaming. This time the robe didn’t stay
closed and I saw she had on a matching white lace bra underneath which
left very little to the imagination, especially being as sheer as it was.
It was cut so low her nipples almost popped out and the support it gave
her made her boobs look great, especially for a woman almost twice my
age!
Frustrated, I sat back with my legs crossed wondering if I should just
wait them out or take a peek. Judging from the way they were going at
it, this could be a while so finally I stood up and walked over to find
out for myself. Neither of them seemed to even notice me as I leaned
over the box and looked inside.
“Wow” had been the least he could say. OMG, I was so jealous! It was
just what I’d been pestering my dad to get me for the past year. Funny
how a father who indulged just about my every wish drew the line when it
came to computers. All my life I’ been forced to struggle with his hand-
me-downs which often led to no end of frustration when I would lose
files, get dropped while chatting and such.
So now Steve was the proud owner of a brand spanking new MacBook Air. It
was still in the box but I had dreamed of exactly this one since they
first came out so I knew what was inside. Dang it, now my old clunker at
home seemed even more out of date than ever!
Judging from the way he was “thanking” his mom Steve was as thrilled as I
would’ve been had it been given to me for my birthday. Shaking my head,
I didn't know which of them looked to be hornier - Steve with his hand
cupping her crotch or Marlene rubbing on her son’s erection through her
jeans. My bet was on her judging from the darkness that was spreading
between her legs as her panties soaked up her wetness. Steve can get
hard from just about anything so having an erection wasn't a good
indicator of much of anything.
Back to the computer... Well, maybe he would let me use it. If nothing
else I was already planning on how I might use his mother’s gift to help
push my dad to buying me one for myself. I’d tried everything so far and
none of my usual tricks had worked. It seems the days when I could talk
him into anything with just a BJ were long gone. Oh to be sixteen again!
While the two of them were occupied I pulled out my phone and texted my
Aunt Linda, letting her know that we would be running a few minutes late.
Well, more than a few as there was no sign of a letup over on the couch.
I really couldn’t say anything since it had been a couple weeks since
we’d last come over. Still, sometimes I felt like a fifth wheel when
they got into things this hot and heavy. Usually the intense stuff only
lasted for a short time and from there it just went to groping and
fondling when at least they would hold a conversation with me.
Theoretically I guess that I could have masturbated, my typical reaction
when I’m bored. Yet for whatever odd reason I wasn’t all that much in
the mood. Frankly, seeing my husband and his mom fooling around on the
couch like two middle school kids wasn't that much of a turn-on as it was
downright frustrating. Plus it was killing me that his mom, who wasn't
poor by any means but still didn't earn anywhere near what my did, would
buy him such an expensive birthday gift when my father wouldn’t do the
same for his favorite (and only) daughter.
I turned to my phone to keep me busy, texting and checking my mail and
updating FaceBook. The affair on the couch had been going on over thirty
minutes now and I was starting to become exasperated. Like I had other
plans for him which should excite him a lot more than being teased by his
mother. True, I hadn't told him about them yet but why should I have to?
He could stop over and see her any time he wanted without me tagging
along.
My frustration only elevated when she twisted in the couch and straddled
his lap, grinding her panty-clad pussy on his hard dick still hidden away
under his jeans. She put her hands on the back of the couch and leaned
forward, pressing her cleavage into his face. His hands were back to
cupping her bared buttocks, just as they had during their initial kiss at
the entrance. Crap, we were never going to leave at this rate!
Suddenly it was like someone turned off the switch and she slid down his
legs onto the floor. Leaning over to kiss him, I imagine he got quite a
view of her impressive boobs.
“Well, I think that’s enough for one birthday, don't you son?” she
gasped.
Seeing how flushed and out of breath she was I couldn’t help but wonder
if she had been on the edge of an orgasm and that was why she had quit so
suddenly - before things went too far. It seemed to be one of those
lines they wouldn't cross in that neither of them ever orgasmed when they
played together. I guess then they could claim they weren’t being
sexual. Hey, I’ve heard crazier rationalizations by other people for
even more bizarre behaviors.
“Sorry honey but I didn't make a cake,” she apologized, tying her robe
loosely back together and running her hands through her tussled dark
hair.
Steve was already working on removing his new toy from its wrapping. He
looked thrilled and so he should’ve been. I think that he must have
bought his old Compaq laptop back in California before moving back to
Pittsburgh with his mom so who knows how old it was. It was running
Windows Vista if that’s any indication - and not very well I might add.
“Ummmmm Steve-O, maybe you should wait until we get home to do that.” I
gently prodded, nodding towards my watch when his mom was looking away.
The downcast look on his face suddenly made him look like a little boy
who was told he couldn’t play with his new toy more so than a thirty
year-old man. Then again, is there really that big a difference?
Fortunately his mom stepped in to support me.
“It’s OK baby, Kelly’s right. If you get started now you’ll never
leave,” she soothed him as she glanced at me and winked.
Why did I get the idea that she somehow knew I had further plans for him.
Well, maybe she didn't know the specifics but I guess it was a stretch
for her to assume that I would.
Steve reluctantly closed the lid and set the box to the side on the
couch. Standing up, he leaned forward to kiss his mom and for a moment
my heart seemed to stop. Crap, not again I was thinking!
Thankfully this time it was more what most people would call a “normal”
mother-son kiss - a peck on her cheek with no tongue action or groping.
Steve thanked his mom yet again and then scooped up his present, holding
it tight to his chest. I put my jacket back on again and with Steve
leading the way we headed for the entrance.
Steve was already out the door when Marlene pulled me to the side,
checked to see that Steve wasn’t close enough to hear, and then whispered
in a conspiratorial tone, “So what DO you have planned for my baby, my
naughty little daughter-in-law?”
I tried to act as if I didn't have a clue as to what she was talking
about but she didn't buy it for a moment.
“C’mon, you didn't dress like that just to come visit me. And oh by the
way, you DO look extremely hot.”
Should I tell her? For a brief moment I debated with myself. Would it
really matter of she knew? Wasn't it about time she did anyway? After
all, it wasn't like I would be fucking my dad and some people would argue
that sex with a cousin wasn't really incest in the first place.
“I thought we’d head to the casino and see what trouble we can get in,” I
said, lying through my teeth. Either I’m a pretty good liar or she was
clueless as it seemed she bought it.
“It’s pretty early for that, isn’t it?” she questioned me. Then her face
brightened and she added, “You know, the two of you could hang out here
for a while if you wanted. I just changed the sheets on the spare bed.”
Yeah like THAT was a coincidence.
It was obvious what she wanted - to watch us get it on but frankly, if
she wanted to see that sort of thing then she should have come along with
us and see what I had in store for her son. of course I wouldn’t have
allowed her just to watch...
“Well, OK then, I get the message,” she said in a sulking voice.
This time it was my lips that kissed her cheek. Funny, while her son did
about everything with her a guy could do when it came to kissing, our
lips had never touched.
“Oh mom, you know we both love you,” I assured her.
She tried to put on a smile but I could tell she was still disappointed.
Oh well, life happens. A few minutes later I was back with Steve as we
drove to my dad’s home. He’d looked at me a little strange when I gave
him the destination but other than that not a word. No doubt he knew
better than to ask me in the first place.
Back in the car, the first thing I did before even putting on my seatbelt
was to reach under my sundress and pull down that irritating thong to my
ankles and take it off. The coolness of the bench seat pressed against
my bare butt. Even though it may have been all in my head as there
hadn't been much material there in the first place, it still felt better.
“Feel better now?” Steve teased me as he started the engine.
“Oh sure, like you don't it better when I take them off,” I retorted
playfully as I tossed them in his lap.
Steve reached down to pick up my thong and then held the crotch up to his
nose and took in a deep breath.
“Mmmmmmm, LOVE that scent,” he sighed as he put the truck in gear.
One more quick sniff and then he hung them up around the rear-view mirror
like a trophy. It joined a couple of others which he liked to keep
handy. Now and then I’d leave a “fresh” pair, fresh at least from the
standpoint of my pussy smell on them. Really, what would be the point of
putting them up there otherwise?
As his mom’s place disappeared in the rear view mirror, I took the
opportunity to relax for a few moments. Whew, dodged THAT bullet! Now
with our obligation to Steve’s mom fulfilled that meant getting back on
track with my original plans.
Chapter 5 - My Aunt Linda Gets Things Started
=============================================
On the way to my dad’s house I called my Aunt Linda. She must have seen
me on caller ID as she answered with, “Hey girl, where the FUCK are you?”
Yeah, my aunt isn't exactly the most subtle one in the family.
I explained to her that we were on our way but I didn't say anything that
might give Steve a clue as to what was awaiting him. Still, now he knew
that at least my aunt was going to be there. I figured I could at least
put one worry that I knew must have been going through his head.
“Ah Steve... just in case you’re wondering, my dad’s working at his
downtown office all day and won’t be home until after 7:00 PM at the
earliest.”
“And that’s important because...?” he teased me, trying to draw me out.
He knew full why it was so important. Then again, with my aunt being
there it wasn't like he wouldn't have something to do if I WAS going to
do it with my dad. Actually that’s usually what happened when he tagged
along with me.
My husband wasn't going to break me that easily. Instead I sat there and
just crossed my arms and kept quiet, leaving him to wonder what the real
story was going to be. I noticed that this time Steve avoiding the
construction traffic by taking a different route which normally was a
little longer but with the traffic getting heavier as the door wore on it
would probably be significantly shorter in the end. When we hit some
lighter traffic he looked over at me and smiled.
“Kelly... you’re not mad that my mom bought that Mac for me, are you?”
Like DUH! Then I explained that I wasn't mad so much as jealous which
only made him grin all the more.
“You know, maybe we could work something out...” he started to say. I
waited, wondering where this was leading. Then it hit me. Oh crap...
“Don't EVEN think about it,” I said sharply before he could say anything
else that would only get him in trouble.
Not always one to take a hint, Steve started to protest saying I was
being unfair as I didn't even know what he was going to ask. Yeah, like
I didn't have a pretty darn good idea how the mind of a horny man works.
True, I may not understand the internal process but I certainly know the
results as well as how to manipulate a guy to get whatever I wanted. As
Chris Rock is notorious for saying, all men care about is food, sex and
silence. “Feed me, fuck me, shut the fuck up” I believe is pretty close
quoting one of my husband’s favorite comedians. That’s OK, it’s what
makes women superior to me - we’re not as predictable and thus easy to
manipulate.
“I’m warning you Steve... I love you but don't even THINK about going
there.”
He huffed as if he was being misunderstood but I knew I had to put a line
in the sand if I wasn’t going to have a sore ass again in the future.
It’s a very fine line between submitting to your husband and standing up
for yourself, one that took me a while to understand after our wedding.
Like many sins and temptations, I learned early on in our marriage that
the best way to deal with this sort of problem was to avoid it in the
first place. Like if he didn't even get the chance to ask me to let him
fuck my ass then I wouldn't be put in the position of having to submit to
him (another unintended pun... sorry!).
We both sat there quietly for the next couple of miles as my thoughts
swirled. I love Steve. I mean like OMG I REALLY love him! As his wife
I would do ANYTHING he asked me but that didn't mean I had to like it or
that I couldn't try to avoid it. I mean like this was dealing with one
of my most fundamental beliefs, right up there with some of my most
deeply held religious convictions. Growing up I was taught from my
earliest childhood to respect my parents and elders and I guess you could
say it stuck.
Of course I wasn't perfect - just ask them! Still, when push came to
shove, especially as I grew older and could better understand my duties
and responsibilities as a daughter, I generally did my best to obey them.
Fortunately when I started having sex with my father I was old enough and
mature enough that I knew exactly what I was doing and what it meant,
something that I just can’t see happening with people who claim to have
sex with their kids at significantly younger ages. Thanks to my mother’s
teaching and guidance, at sixteen I clearly understood the importance of
submission and made a conscious and deliberate decision to follow my
Christian beliefs which meant pleasing my father in whatever manner he
required.
Those same principles now apply to my role as a Christian wife. I don’t
care what new-Age teachings and other such crap may say, according to the
Bible my husband is the head of our household. In the end it’s his
decisions that are final and it’s my duty to submit to him and his right
to expect it. At the same time, as my husband he has just as much
responsibility to love me - in fact the same as Christ loves his Church
which is a pretty high standard I would say! Finally, just because I’m
charged to submit to him doesn’t give him the right to abuse that
privilege.
Still, we’re all human and it’s only natural that we fail at times. What
Steve did earlier had surprised me more than anything because it was the
first time I could ever remember when he purposely asked me to do
something sexually to which he KNEW I was opposed. Sure he’s asked me
such things before but this was the first time he played his “head of the
household” trump card. Because I DO love him I understood that this was
something unusual which is why I was now helping him to avoid a repeat
performance. Knowing how much Steve loved and respected me, I was sure
that later when he looked back at our discussion that he would be happy
that I had kept him from crossing the line again.
As things turned out, it didn't take as long as I thought...
“Baby, I’m really sorry,” he apologized. For a moment I thought he was
going to tear up but he kept his emotions under control as he went on to
apologize for what he’d done to me and begged for my forgiveness,
swearing he would never do such a thing again.
Well, I knew better than THAT - he was human after all and thus subject
to temptation. Still, I wasn't going to quibble and instead snuggled up
next to him and put my head on his shoulder while he wrapped his arm
around me.
Finally we arrived at my dad’s house. Funny I guess in that I always
refer to it as his house even though he now shares it with my Aunt Linda.
I guess I’m correct from a legal perspective as it’s just his name on the
deed (he’d bought out my mom’s share as part of their divorce
settlement). So far as the rest of our family was concerned I knew that
my two other aunts on my dad’s side were aghast when Aunt Linda moved in
practically on the heels of my mother’s departure and I’m sure their
tongues wagged incessantly. Not that Aunt Linda ever seemed to care.
Steve parked at the bottom of the driveway which sloped from the front of
the lot down one story until it was level with the garage which had been
added to the back side of the basement. The deck was built above it and
only accessible from the kitchen upstairs which made it quite private -
especially given the privacy fence that surrounded it and protected it
from prying neighbors.
Aunt Linda must have been watching out for us on the security cameras as
I didn't see he in any of the windows as we drove up because she greeted
us at the basement door just as soon as I entered the code into the
garage door opener and we stepped into the garage.
“Hey! Happy birthday you old man!” she greeted us with open arms.
She was also totally nude which didn't surprise me in the least. While
my aunt may vehemently protest that she isn't a nudist, she does like to
run around the house nude whenever possible so in my book that made her
one. It was also a distinct difference between her and her older sister
(my mom) in that while Linda even enjoyed doing housework while naked, my
mom was always a bra and panties gal.
Interestingly, their daughters each grew up somewhat in between but with
different results. Kristi, for instance, was a topless girl. She was
never more happy then running around with nothing on top while she almost
always wore at least some sort of thong or panties. It could be
something skimpier than a stripper’s so long as she wore something. I
was similar in principle but in my case it was all about going
bottomless. In the same manner as my cousin, I really didn't care how
much coverage my top provided just so long as something was up there be
it a T-shirt, a guy shirt, bikini top or in a pinch, even a bra.
Poor Steve! It had taken quite a bit of an adjustment on his part at
first when we would visit my dad and aunt and she would be nude the whole
time. I guess growing up with it sort had desensitized me so it never
even really phased me. On the other hand, for Steve to see a naked MILF
(and my aunt WAS the very definition of a MILF), well it took quite a
while before he didn't get an instant erection. Not that my aunt minded.
Indeed, she seemed to take it as a compliment, even going out of her way
to encourage him.
One thing was a little different though. Rather than going barefoot
(rarely) or wearing sneakers or flip flops (much more common), she was
standing in a pair of black pumps which elevated her almost to his
height. One thing was for sure, they certainly firmed up her legs and
ass!
Neither of us made any mention of her lack of clothing - what would be
the point? Instead we entered the basement, made out way past the family
room and then up the stairs to the kitchen hallway and into the kitchen
where we all just stood and waited to see who would talk first.
“So Stevie, how’s your big day been so far?” my aunt asked, “How many
times have you screwed my slutty niece so far?
As I said earlier, subtlety must have been out of stock the day my Aunt
Linda was made.
She knew better than to ask such questions so I just assumed she was
doing her best to make conversation in her own unique manner. I glanced
down at my watch. Damn, we were running over an hour behind schedule. I
excused myself to the upstairs restroom where I quickly made a few calls.
Didn't want his next surprise to walk in too soon.
I was only gone maybe less than two or three minutes but evidently that
had been plenty of time for my aunt to do her thing. I walked back in
the kitchen and she was already squatting down with her butt resting on
her heels, my husband’s lovely dick in her mouth as it poked out over his
pants and underwear that had only been dropped low enough to free his
already impressive erection.
“Really?” I sighed. Sheesh, they couldn't wait just a few minutes for me
to finish?
Steve just twisted towards me and lifted his hand, palms up and shrugged.
“Hey, YOU try telling her no,” he said jokingly. Somehow I doubted he’d
even tried.
I hurriedly put my purse on the counter and reached inside to get my
iPhone. I needed to take at least a few pics of them for posterity.
After all, it’s not every day a guy turns thirty and gets blown by his
wife’s favorite aunt. Back at his mom’s I’d kept the phone tucked away
in my purse as his mother would never have allowed any recording of her
making out with her son. Here it was just the opposite. If anything I
knew my aunt would insist on me sending her copies!
It wasn't even five minutes before Steve came, squirting his cum all over
my aunt’s face and boobs which she then eagerly scooped up with her
fingers and licked them off with her tongue. Wow, he must have been
REALLY horny to cum that fast! Although I knew he would never admit it
and would deny it violently, the time he spent with his mom must have
really gotten him horny. He was always trying to minimize everything,
saying they weren’t doing anything any other mother and son would do but
whenever he tried that line on me I just rolled my eyes with an “Oh yeah,
right” under my breath.
Even my aunt was a little surprised. I mean like it wasn't as if the two
of them didn't have a history. In all my family Steve fucked my aunt the
most and by a wide margin. That shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone as
Steve loves fucking MILFs and other than my mom, who would be the most
sought-after MILF but her sister? Actually I think... no make that I
KNOW, that my guy loves fucking older woman like my aunt even more than
he does the little girls at the family parties she takes him to. Sure
there’s that sense of taboo and sheer naughtiness that come with a twelve
year-old girl eagerly bouncing on his dick but for overall satisfaction,
nothing beats an older woman. Well, maybe an older teenage slut but then
what normal man wouldn't say such as girl was his ultimate fantasy?
“Damn Stevie, what got you all so touchy? That was one of the quickest
times I’ve ever seen you come other than with that cutie Jessie.”
Jessie? Now that was a name I wasn't familiar with so I assumed it must
have been one of the younger girls at some party or another which turned
out to be the case.
“God yes, now SHE was something else,” Steve sighed leaning his head back
and staring at the ceiling while his cock drooped, a small bead of cum
hanging on at the tip, “I think she could suck a guy’s head off if she
wanted to. Which reminds me, she ever start having sex yet?”
“Nope, believe it or not her parents still think she’s too young,” my
aunt replied, “Frankly I don't get it myself. It’s true that she’s small
for her age but she’s still ten years old for heaven’s sake. I mean
really, why keep putting off the inevitable? Hell, the Packers have let
their Andrea loose and she’s at least six months younger than Jessie -
and smaller too.”
OK, so that was enough for me and I coughed into my hand to signal my
annoyance. My aunt wasn’t the only one who could lack subtlety at times.
My aunt turned to me and shook her head. “Sorry Kelly, didn't mean to
get going down that path in front of you but it IS your husband’s
birthday after all so a little compromise wouldn't hurt, would it?”
Sheesh, talk about a day of ups and downs. For just a moment I was about
to retort with something about how I was always the one doing the
compromising and that compromise technically took BOTH sides to give in a
little. Instead it seemed like I was the one doing all the compromising
when it came to their family parties and such. Then again, she was
right. It WAS Steve’s birthday so I could be a little less bitchy.
“Hey, just forget about me...,” I encouraged them as I snapped a quick
one of my aunt’s face, capturing the remains of my husband’s cum on her
face that she had missed.
“Gladly,” she came back with a grin and then looked at Steve and pointed
at him saying, “Fuck! Jesus Christ Steve, what the hell are you still
doing dressed? Just because your wife’s watching doesn’t mean you have
to get all shy.”
Yeah, like my husband was ever shy about showing off his body. Then
again, he was a stud so why not? It was one of the things that made me
so proud to date him back in high school. I don't mean in that muscle-
beach type of look but more like a guy from the LL Bean catalog -
ruggedly handsome!
As for that crack about me watching, what she meant was that probably at
least nine times out of ten (and that’s being conservative) I never am
there to watch them have sex. Typically he fucks her one of two
different times - when he’s with me when I visit my dad or when they go
as a couple to various family parties. Steve doesn’t like seeing me and
my dad together like that so while my dad takes me to the bedroom or hot
tub, Steve and my aunt head for my old bedroom or the family room to do
their thing out of sight from us.
Given that these days I rarely go with when they party with other
families, I also miss out on seeing them together. I don't mean AT the
party - incest (even if not blood-line) isn’t allowed as a rule so
usually they enjoy a “nightcap” afterwards.
So for the next hour or so that’s exactly what they did - ignore me.
Well, not totally as a few times while he was fucking my aunt, Steve
would turn for me as if posing for a shot like some porn star. Once in a
while he’d even twist his muscled torso such that I could get a good shot
of his dick halfway in her hairy pussy, just like the pros. Later when
we were back home and looking though them he told me that having me there
taking pics made it all the better. Yep, not a shy bone in his firm
strong body.
One good thing about Steve cumming so quick - he held out for a long time
before the next. He was even able to give me plenty of warning such that
I got the perfect video of his dick pulling out of her, squirting cum as
it did. He timed it just right so the first shot went off in her and
then he was pulling out just as the second one erupted. Damn, I should
be a film director!
“Now don't forget that I want copies of everything,” my aunt barely got
out as she laid there in the middle of the formal living room, her legs
spread wide with my husband’s cum covering her bush and lower stomach.
For a moment I almost got down to help clean her off but decided to hold
off and let this be totally Steve’s moment.
Then I remembered that actually she already had them. Oh the wonders of
modern technology and Steve Jobs! Since I was at my dad’s house my phone
was tied in to his network and whatever I had on my phone was shared with
him. You’ve just gotta love Apple!
Note - It wasn't until before church the next day when I stopped by
for our traditional pre-service fuck that my dad told me he was
able to watch everything from work as well as I took the pics!
Not sure how he did it but he seemed quite pleased with
himself.
“I need a shower,” Steve declared and he headed up the stairs for the
bathroom leaving the two of us behind in the living room.
Once he was upstairs and I heard the shower running, I sat down on the
floor next to my aunt who was still panting. Well, given the way the two
of them had been going at it without so much as a break, I had to give
the old lady credit!
“So when’s she getting here?” she asked me.
I checked my watch for the umpteenth time. “Any time now. She had to
pick up the cake - that was pretty dirty pawning that off on your dumb
daughter you know.”
“Hey, what good is it having kids if you can’t take advantage of them now
and then?” she joked, or at least I thought she was joking.
Chapter 6 - My Cousin Kristi Joins In
=====================================
I peeked through the front curtains just in time to see my cousin’s car
pulling up to the curb. Kristi got out and ran around to the driver’s
door to give her husband a kiss. Then he popped the trunk and she
reached in and brought out the cake. I gasped when she almost stumbled
on the curve but thankfully she held her balance and made it to the door
where I was waiting, holding it open for her.
“Sheesh Kristi, trying to give me a heart attack?” I teased her.
“Hey, YOU try maneuvering with this thing!” she retorted as she hurried
to the kitchen where she placed the cake on the center of the table.
“Now I know why my mom dumped this on me,” she whined, “Crap, what did
they make this out of, cement?”
She took off her jacket and tossed it over the back of one of the chairs.
“So where’s the birthday boy?” she asked eagerly, “All I know is he
better be already naked.”
I explained to her about how we were running late and that he’d just
finished with her mom and was now upstairs showering.
“Hmmmmmm, so he has no idea about me?”
I shook my head and then she asked why we were so far behind schedule. I
made a rather oblique reference to being delayed at his mother’s place to
which she grinned. I’d explained to her before the rather “unique”
relationship between Steve and his mom and Kristi was even more perplexed
than I was about it.
“You know, that’s just plain bizarre,” she giggled, “Then again, I’d LOVE
to watch them some time. Do you think they’d mind an audience?”
I punched her playfully. She knew the answer to that full well. She
ASLO knew better than to even ask it in the first place.
“Whatever,” she sighed melodramatically, “I just don't understand why the
hell he just doesn’t do her and get it over with. You SURE they just
don't wait until you’re not watching and this whole things is like some
cruel practical joke on you?”
Then she got that nasty grin she always gets when she’s thinking of
something sexual - which is most of the time when it comes to my cousin.
People claim that men are obsessed with sex more than women. Maybe in
general but I’d put up my cousin against any guy. When it came to
Kristi, I think it would be a lot easy to measure how much time she does
NOT think about sex.
“Actually, if I was his mom I’d of been all over that a long time ago!”
We both laughed at that just as her mom walked in, wiping herself off
with a dishtowel she’d borrowed from the kitchen.
“Your turn my dearest daughter,” she said with a grin as she high-fived
Kristi like a tag team match, “That is, if the poor guy has anything left
after me. Really, when was the last he fucked you anyway? Seems like
ages ago unless you just haven’t told me about it.”
As Kristi put her finger to her lips in a classic “I’m thinking” pose, I
found myself wondering the same thing. Like when I was dating Steve as a
teenager it seemed he was also hot for her, even if he didn’t fuck her.
Ever since he moved back and we got married it was more her mom’s tail he
was chasing. Personally, although I never had told Kristi about this, I
think it was more her “career choices” than anything. Steve certainly
didn't mind a girl with some “history” (thank god for me) but Kristi’s
prostitution days were a total turn-off for him. It’s like in his rule
book it’s OK for a girl to fuck a dozen guys at a party just so long as
she isn’t being paid for it. Personally I thought he was being a little
hypocritical but if that’s the worse trait I ever find in him, I can live
with that.
“Whatever, it doesn’t matter,” she finally blurted out. Then she looked
up at the ceiling where we could still hear the shower running. “What
the fuck anyway, how long does your husband need to shower? Mine would
have been out of there long ago.”
I just shrugged. With Steve that was impossible to answer. Sometimes it
was two minutes, another time it was an hour - assuming the hot water
held out. No doubt he thought he was finished with sex for the day, or
at least for a while having just exhausted my aunt. So if that was the
case, why be in a hurry?
“You know, screw it, I’m heading up there,” Kristi declared. Neither her
mom or I protested nor do I think it would have mattered if we had. When
Kristi gets that airheaded mind of hers set on something, especially when
it had anything to do with sex, you needed dynamite to change it.
I almost said something about waiting for the cake as that had been the
original plan but then I guess it really didn't matter what order we took
things in so I just watched as she made her way quickly up the stairs
with me and her mom close behind.
Outside the bathroom door, which Steve had partially closed but left a
crack open for whatever reason, Kristi quickly stripped, leaving a small
pile of clothes by the door. She’d only been wearing a pair of shorts
and a cami other than her heels. Sometimes I had to wonder if she even
owned any underwear!
Aunt Linda and I crowded together at the door, watching as my cousin
opened the shower curtain and stepped in the tub without saying a word.
I did manage to get off one shot of her half way in and out but that was
about it for the moment so long as the shower was running and the curtain
stayed shut.
“Whoa!” I heard Steve exclaim.
Smiling, I knew he would never have been expecting Kristi, especially
since it had been so long since he’d last fucked her. Come to think of
it, this would be only the third time since she got married. Not that
her husband would care. Heck, he was a client of hers back when she was
whoring - and he was married at the time as well. Thankfully there had
been no kids to make things messy when he told his wife he was leaving
her for a prostitute.
Steve stuck his head out of the curtain and grinned at me saying, “Holy
crap Kelly, you trying to kill me now that I’m thirty?”
“Just shut up and fuck my cousin,” I threw back at him, laughing so hard
I had a hard time holding my phone still to snap a photo of him.
“Well if you insist,” he replied. Yeah, as if THAT was such a chore.
I heard the shower stop and then Kristi pulled open the shower curtain to
give her mom and me a view. Yeah, she was still a pro and when it came
to putting on a sex show there was none better in Pittsburgh - just ask
her old agent.
They were both soaked with Kristi’s hair wet and pulled back. She wasted
no time squatting down to get to work on Steve’s dick which was not
exactly rising to the occasion as fast as usual. Well, if anyone could
come close to my cock-sucking skills I would have to give that to my
cousin. In fact, Kristi was the only girl I knew that had sucked more
dicks than me, or even come close for that matter!
Steve’s wet pubic hair was mashed down to his crotch, making his dick
appear even longer than usual. Kristi was working him alright, playing
with his balls and using her tongue like a maestro. I had to say that I
don't usually get all that excited watching Steve having sex with another
girl but seeing him with my aunt had been HOT and now seeing him with her
only daughter was even hotter. The family relationship also added an
extra bit of flavor to the mix. Whatever the reason, I was feeling
soaking wet watching her do my guy. Had my aunt started touching me I
think I might have orgasmed right then and there but she was just as
mesmerized watching her daughter doing Steve as I was.
Steve might have turned thirty today but he was also saying that he
wasn't ready for the purple pills yet. Yes indeed, THAT boast was
confirmed as his dick swelled in her mouth and hand as she stroked him
and sucked on the bulbous head. Slowly but steadily his shaft grew
thicker and longer until finally she could hold it with her entire hand
and still have plenty to put in her mouth.
Finally Kristi seemed happy that Steve’s dick was ready although I think
in his mind he’d been ready long before. She pulled her mouth off of him
and said the two words EVERY man wants to hear - fuck me.
She didn't have to ask twice. Steve lifted Kristi up by her upper arms
and twisted her around to face the tiled wall opposite the shower head.
As for Kristi, she needed no prompting or direction. She leaned forward
with her palms against the tile, shifting her feet back towards Steve,
spreading them apart as far as the tub would allow and then lifting her
ridiculously hot ass to show off her ready and willing shaved pussy.
“Fuck her... come on, fuck her,” my aunt whispered under her breath so
low that I could barely hear her and her head was right next to mine.
Steve didn't hear her of course and in any case to my surprise he had his
own idea of what to do next and it didn't, at least for the moment,
include fucking my cousin. Instead, he kneeled down on the rubber shower
mat and used both hands to spread her dripping wet ass even further apart
before burying his face in her tight butt.
“God... yesssssss!” Kristi moaned loudly as his talented tongue flickered
against her asshole.
Steve wasn't allowed to do that with me, or at least not unless he wanted
to wait until he disinfected his face before kissing me again, so why not
take advantage of the one girl in our family who liked anal more than
anyone? Full Disclosure in that I was the only one amongst the four of
us that Steve usually fucked in my family that didn't like it but Kristi
was the without question one who seemed to appreciate it the most.
As Steve licked her hole he pushed in one and then two fingers into her
wet pussy, stroking them in and out as he teased her asshole with his
outstretched tongue. Kristi was humping her butt so hard I don't know
how he kept his face in there!
“OK, that’s enough of that, fuck the little bitch,” my aunt practically
hissed next to my ear, evidently becoming impatient with the slow pace of
my husband.
I should be clear, my aunt was always calling Kristi some name or another
so I took the “B” word with a grain of salt. It just showed her level of
horniness as in general the hotter she got the coarser her language
became. Actually, “bitch” was pretty mild compared to some other pet
names she kept on hand for her only daughter.
“Finally!” she sighed, this time a little louder. The bathroom echoed
terribly - as I’d learned way back when I was a little girl and started
masturbating in the shower, totally unaware of how the sounds carried out
to my amused parents.
“Hey, quite worrying mom, I’m getting there!” Steve called back over his
shoulder as he stood and held his still stiff dick in his hand right up
next to Kristi’s butt. The grin on his face and the light tone of voice
served to reveal the amusement he seemed to be feeling teasing my aunt.
Yeah, sometimes guys really do know the right buttons to push as well.
Indeed, my incredible husband seemed determined to tease all three of us
as much as possible. He already had my aunt on edge, waiting for him to
drill her daughter. It was nothing new as she’d started handing Kristi
over to other men as soon as she thought Kristi could take their dicks
without being injured. Now, almost twenty years later, she still seemed
to get as much excitement and pleasure from watching her daughter being
fucked sex as ever.
It wasn't just my aunt that Steve was teasing. Poor Kristi must have
been going nuts wondering which hole he was going to use. Steve was
gripping his dick by the base, directing the tip first against her
asshole, then against her pussy hole. Steve was missing back and forth
between them, sometimes even giving a little push until the tip was
barely inside. I had to give my husband a lot of credit for his self-
restraint as I figured he’d never go so long without pushing it all the
way - whichever one he chose.
Then there was me. I decided to get a little more comfortable so took
advantage of the opportunity to move inside the bathroom and take a seat
on the toilet (the lid was closed). It gave me a ringside seat to the
bathtub across from me where Steve was no posing as I took first a shot
of him pushing into her asshole and then another of the same with her
pussy. I knew what he was doing even if the other two didn’t have a clue
as to what had transpired earlier this morning. God, it was like days
ago, not just less than twelve hours away!
“Well?” he asked me as both he and Kristi turned to look at me. I knew
what he wanted - for me to tell him where to fuck her first. I say first
because there was all likelihood that he wouldn't be happy until he’d
done both so it was just a question of which one first.
If there was one thing that repulsed me more than anal sex, it was having
vaginal sex immediately afterward. I know some people don't seem to mind
but to me it’s an incredibly unsanitary practice. I knew that Kristi
didn't care but it would likely spoil everything for me if her did that
to her so I took advantage of his offer to choose.
“Her cunt... fuck her cunt first.”
If there’s one word I hate when it comes to describing my pussy, it’s
“cunt”. I don’t know why, just do. I guess it’s like saying “fuck” in
that it’s not the word that’s bad but the meaning behind it. I say fuck
all the time but it’s not to curse but rather to describe a sex act so I
don't feel I’m swearing when I say it. When it some to the word cunt
though, it only has one meaning and it’s always bad. Still, for whatever
reason I knew both my aunt and my cousin seemed to get off talking dirty
so I used it for her sake even though I felt a little dirty saying it -
and not in a good way
Aunt Linda had come in and was standing next to me as the moment she’d
been waiting for had arrived.
“Get a close-up,” she urged me, pushing me in the middle of my back
towards the tub.
I leaned forward until I was as close as I could get and still have an
idea of what I was looking at. Steve took that as his cue and just as I
asked, he slipped his rigid dick into my cousin’s welcoming pussy.
Two moans and one groan emerged as Steve pushed it hard into her until he
was buried in her all the way to the base of his cock. The groan of
course was from my husband as my cousin’s pussy enveloped his cock.
While not as tight as mine (she was much more into large toys than me and
those take their toll over time), she was still only 26 and as such had a
good grip on him. The moans came almost simultaneously as Kristi’s head
lifted back more and more as Steve rammed his dick in her while her mom
started to masturbate and moan watching her “little girl” getting laid.
Steve fucked Kristi for just a few minutes that way which was plenty for
me to get some pretty good shots. Then, just as I’d expected, he
switched to her asshole. I’m sure he loved fucking her pussy but that
ass must have been driving him insane knowing Kristi wanted him in it as
much as he did.
Aunt Linda was leaning against the sink now, one hand between her legs
masturbating while the other was cupping her boob and toying with her
nipples. I turned and got off a couple shots knowing that Steve would
likely be masturbating to them sometime in the near future. Then I
thought better and switched it to video, alternating between my aunt
masturbating and my husband fucking her daughter’s ass. I smiled to
myself knowing that THIS would get him stroking tomorrow!
“Why not join in?” I suggested to her.
At first I didn't think she could hear me the way her attention seemed
totally focused on the sex act in front of her. Then she seemed to come
out of her trance and moved towards the tub without saying a word.
Kristi, seeing her mom approach, lifted up and let my aunt move in
between her and the wall. Steve didn't stop his stroking but did somehow
manage to move back in sync with Kristi.
Kristi leaned back towards her mom, sucking on her breasts and taking her
mom’s nipples into her mouth, gripping them with her teeth and tugging -
not always that gentle either. Aunt Linda seemed to love it!
“Harder,” she gasped as Kristi pulled on her nipple with her teeth.
At the same time she put one hand between her mom’s legs, pushing a
finger up into her hairy pussy. It was a scene so hot I almost forgot
about my iPhone and I quickly snapped a few before I missed it. God,
what would my dad say if he saw this pic with Kristi in the middle as my
husband fucked her ass while she fingered her mother’s pussy?
Kristi was cumming - hard. She had her eyes tightly shut while resting
her head against her mother’s stomach. Both hands were on her mom’s hips
as she used her mother for support as Steve kept banging away on her.
“That’s it baby girl, cum... cum for your mommy,” Aunt Linda encouraged
her as she held Kristi by the head with both hands.
Whether it was Kristi cumming, listening to her mother, the act of Steve
fucking my cousin’s ass, or a combination of everything, Steve was on the
verge as well. He pulled out of her ass suddenly and started stroking
his rock hard cock vigorously.
“Fuck yeah!” he groaned as yet another load of sperm erupted.
Oh my God, I was so proud of my husband! Like how many men his age could
even cum again after all he’d been through, let alone shoot his first
load all the way to the back of Kristi’s head! The following ones didn't
have quite the distance but landed a respectable ways onto her back and
then her ass.
“A little shampoo?” my aunt laughed as she smeared his cum into Kristi’s
wet hair. Well, if nothing else she was going to need some REAL shampoo
now. As hot as it may have looked on the video later, having a load of
cum in your hair is NOT all that much fun later on when you’re trying to
wash it out.
Kristi staggered to her feet, her face beet red. “Oh Wow!” was all she
could get out as she stumbled and Steve had to grab her before she
collapsed.
My aunt stood up and let out a deep breath. “Damn, now THAT was good!”
I had to agree with her and if anyone were to later disagree, well I had
the whole finale on video to prove it!
Everyone eventually got their wits about them. The three of them had to
all shower again but this time without the extracurricular activities.
We ended up in the bedroom, the four of us lying about on the king-sized
bed. It was a little odd being the only one dressed but in a way that
seemed more appropriate. I hadn't brought Steve here to have sex with me
after all.
“I have to hand it to you Kelly, this was the most incredible birthday
party I’ve ever had,” Steve congratulated me, leaning over to give me a
kiss as he tweaked my boob teasingly.
“What, you think that’s all?” I replied, trying to act shocked as if how
could he say such a thing.
For just a moment Steve looked perplexed but then a broad grin broke out.
You’ve GOT to be kidding me,” he groaned. “God Kelly, I’m not sixteen
anymore you know.”
Then he perked up, or at least his eyebrows did. His poor dick was
pretty flaccid at the moment.
“Oh god... it wouldn't be Tammy, would it?”
Now there were actually two Tammy’s he might be talking about but I knew
which one he meant. The first Tammy that came to mind was my mom’s best
friend. She lived out in Oregon which is why my mom moved out there
after the divorce. Happily married with a couple of handsome sons, she’d
never had sex with another man (I mean NO other man) until she was
visiting us and did it with my dad. Similarly, the two if us had sex a
few times as well which constituted most of her lesbian experiences other
than with my mom. She even eventually learned about me having sex with
dad and while she would never entertain such thoughts about her own sons,
she seemed to accept what we did better than I’d thought she would and
even watched my dad fuck me a couple of times.
No, the Tammy that Steve was started to actually get hard about again
(just to show what she meant to him) was my cousin Tammy, the youngest
daughter of my father’s younger brother. Thanks in no small part to me,
Tammy had lost her virginity to my father back when she was fourteen and
then did it later with her own dad and brother. Throughout high school
she was a bit of a slut (nowhere in my league but adequate in her own
way) choosing primarily to play with her brother and his friends. Then
she went off to college and met a really nice guy which seemed to settle
her down. Once she started having sex with her boyfriend she stopped
with the incestual sex so by the time Steve got back in the picture she
would tease him but that was about it. It was one of Steve’s dreams to
fuck her and no doubt he thought his dream was about to come true.
Unfortunately it wasn't.
“You silly goose,” I said as I playfully slapped at his dick which was
noticeably larger, “Haven’t I provided you with enough pussy for one
day?”
Unsaid of course was that he’d had the opportunity for yet another but
hadn't taken advantage of it.
Poor Steve. In like an instant he went from perky and alert to deflated
and slumped over.
“Hey, don't look so sad,” I said, trying to make him feel better, “I DO
have another surprise for you though.”
I jumped off the bed and rushed downstairs. The it hit me - where the
heck were the candles? When it came to keeping house, my mom and her
sister couldn't be more different so when I looked in the drawers where
such things had been kept most of my life, nothing to be found. Oh well,
he would just have to go without.
Crap! Where was my head at. Half way up the stairs I realized I didn't
have anything to cut it or eat it with so back down the stairs again.
This time the options were fewer so I didn't have any problems finding
what I wanted.
“Happy Birthday honey!” I cried out as I finally entered the room with
his cake.
If anyone had anything to say about the lack of candles at least they
kept it to themselves. We enjoyed the cake, making a bit of a mess on
the bed but then that was my aunt’s problem to deal with later. Just
then my phone dinged - someone had just texted me.
“Really Kelly, can’t you live without that thing for just an hour?” Aunt
Linda sighed deeply.
I just glared at her but then we both broke out in laughter. It was a
running joke between us so I knew that nothing was meant bad by any of
her comments.
Steve tried to lean over to see what the message was but I pulled the
phone back like Lucy yanking the football out from under Charlie Brown.
“Hey, you know better buster,” I admonished him. Indeed, if there was one
thing I kept private, it was my phone.
I excused myself, saying I had to use the restroom but I don't think any
of them believed me but then so what? I wanted to be alone and it
accomplished my purpose.
The text had simply - “ready”. It was the “who” that made it interesting.
Whether or not Steve would have figured out what was meant by the message
was debatable. Most likely he would be suspicious but I doubted he would
recognize the addy. However, he WOULD certainly recognize the face that
popped up on my phone that was associated with the caller... my very best
friend in the entire world.
Beth.
Chapter 7 - My Best Friend Provides the Finale
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With the bathroom door closed I quickly dialed and Beth immediately
answered.
“All set?” I asked cryptically in case Steve was listening.
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” I heard her giggle on the other end, “No rush
though, I could do this all night.”
I cracked open the door to the bathroom to be sure nobody could see me
and then hustled across the hallway to my old bedroom, praying the old
wood floors wouldn’t squeak and give me away. Moving over to the back
window I looked down at the deck below me and sure enough, the hot tub
was running and who was in it but none other than Beth!
She was laying back in the corner of the tub facing away from me so she
didn't see me peeking out. Suddenly I felt a twinge between my legs as
vivid memories of that night so many years ago, almost twelve now if that
was possible, when I’d come home unexpectedly early from a party only to
find myself play Peeping Tom while my parents were making love in the
very same place that Beth was now relaxing. Well, my dad had replaced
the tub since then but the general location was the same.
People ask me all the time what changed such that I started having sex
with my dad. Most people seem to assume he’d done something similar to
what my grandfather had done with his two daughters. He’d taken my mom
first in her bed one night when he was too horny to think straight. She
was fourteen at the time but her younger sister Linda was taken by him
shortly after even though she was just twelve at the time. Unlike me and
my dad, it wasn't like they had a lot of say in the matter either.
Well, in my case it was a LOT different. Even though I learned later
that my dad had been dying to fuck me for years, he never pushed me into
doing anything. Yes, the opportunities were provided. In fact, some
people would call what they did “grooming” but that sounds way too
manipulative to me. In any case, they left it up to me to open the door.
As a result, although I’d been engaged in a rather active sex life for
two years by then, the idea of me doing it with my dad never once crossed
my mind until that moment at my bedroom window.
Some people find this hard to believe but it was the first time I’d ever
seen my parents making love. Oh sure, they masturbated with the door
open but it was always shut when they had sex. So what happened that
night to me was what some people would call a paradigm shift (watch The
Big Bang Theory if you don’t know what that means). Sure, I’d been
having sex with all sorts of boys by then but it was just for fun and to
feel good, not to mention a great way to be popular. Now I saw another
side of sex, something totally different - a most intimate demonstration
of the love and respect someone has for another. My dad wasn't fucking
my mom, he was making love to her.
I loved my dad. I respected him as much as anyone else in the world.
But at that moment my heart burst as I realized I’d never truly SHOWN him
just how much I loved and respected him. Oh sure I tried to be a good
daughter (most of the time) and tell him how I felt about him, but now I
saw how I could go so far beyond all that and SHOW him. I wanted to give
him the most sacred and intimate gift of all - ME.
Well, without going on about all that any more, that was what led to me
having sex with my dad not too long after that. Seeing Beth there also
reminded me of the first time my dad fucked her, again almost in that
exact same spot. It was more significant than most people might imagine
as to the best of my knowledge Beth was the first girl he’d had sex with
since marrying my mom (that was not part of our family).
OK, so that particular spot in the hot tub had a lot of memories for me,
not to mention God only knows how many times I’d had sex there or even
just spent the evening masturbating. I felt the excitement grow as I
knew before long, yet another memory would be added...
“OK, so what was all THAT about?” Steve inquired when I finally re-
entered the bedroom.
Looking past him, I saw that Kristi had instinctively nestled up against
her mom who was lovingly fondling her with her fingertips. I suppose it
just came natural considering they’d shared the same bed from the time
her father had left when she was two. Still, I always thought it was a
little hot just in the way they seemed to get into this sort of thing
with what seemed to be no real thought or effort - it just happened.
Rather than answer I put one knee up on the bed and reached out for his
dick. Steve didn't make any effort to push me away or move out of reach
but then why would he? I suppose it didn't hurt that my sundress rode
up to expose my bare bottom. Tugging on it gently, I grinned at him and
I think he realized at that moment that his birthday party wasn't quite
over yet.
“Oh fuck Kelly, NOW who do you have for me?” he groaned suspiciously
loud. Yeah, like he was really worried.
“Well, rather than tell you, why not go out back on the deck and find out
for yourself?” I said teasingly.
Both Kristi and her mom were smiling - they knew my plans. Steve, on the
other hand, didn't have a clue. So far I think he could’ve somewhat
predicted the events, or at least the people involved. Not so with Beth
in that he’d NEVER have guessed that she would be involved, at least not
today.
It wasn't that Beth was a prude or that she and Steve didn't have any
history. Oh no, quite the opposite in fact. Beth was having sex with
Steve long before me, aided by her early budding breasts that drew the
high school boys like moths to a flame. Interestingly enough, one of
those boys happened to be my current husband! It was a point she never
let me forget once I started dating Steve and having sex with him and
then so many years later marrying him. Yes, she’d had him first but
sometimes she could get a little annoying about it.
When Steve returned to Pittsburgh a few years back with his mom, one of
the first girls he’d fucked after me had been Beth. Beth and I had been
friends since I could remember so it wasn't unusual for us to be having
sex with the same guys, sometimes even at the same time. Interestingly,
she didn't seem to have the same rep as I did in high school for being a
total slut but I guess that was because she didn't flaunt herself quite
as much. Yeah, she loved showing off those boobs but with hers she could
do that in a sweatshirt!
Another key difference between us is that while I don't mind a good gang-
bang now and then, my real preference is for one-to-one sex. On the
other hand, Beth has always been more into the party and orgy scene,
rarely going out with a guy alone for sex. She’s pulled me into a number
of her sex parties over the years and while they have been fun at times,
usually I would look back afterwards and realize how empty they left me
feeling when compared to having a guy focus just on me all night.
I mentioned that Beth was the first girl my dad fucked outside of
marriage, technically committing adultery but my mom managed to
rationalize it somehow since she was watching from my bedroom window
while my dad did Beth in front of me in the hot tub. At the time he
didn't do me and Beth had no idea he had been. It wasn't later until
after I’d seduced her father (a one-time thing) that I revealed to her
the truth by having her do a repeat performance in the hot tub, only this
time my dad did me as well. So Beth was fully aware these days about
everything I did which made life a lot easier.
Beth had also gotten married recently, about six months after I did.
Steve and I have swapped with her and her husband just a couple of times
but it wasn't something we pushed. Being my best friend, Beth was
actually the one close girlfriend that I was the least sexually involved
with while growing up. We didn't even masturbate together all that much,
certainly nowhere near as much as I did with Kristi. It was like our
friendship was so tight that to bring in sex was something we both were
worried might ruin what we had. I know, sounds silly now and we probably
wasted a lot of good opportunities, but that’s how it was with us.
So Steve was now heading for the deck with no idea who was waiting for
him but I could imagine he had some ideas. I only hoped that he still
wasn't hoping that it would be little cousin Tammy (although not so
little anymore as a college girl) and didn't let Beth see any
disappointment on his face when he saw who it was.
Well, as it turned out I need not have worried. I tried to keep up with
him but he was faster than me and was out on the deck before I got to the
kitchen door. Damn, I missed his initial reaction! Oh well, regardless
he seemed quite pleased at my next surprise for him. Steve didn’t
hesitate for a moment but got in the hot water as fast as he could to
take a seat next to my naked best friend.
“Well?” was all I said as I stepped out, crossing my arms as I waited for
an answer. It wasn't like he didn't know what I was asking about.
“Fuck Kelly, you’re too much sometimes,” he laughed and then turned to
Beth to add, “You DO know what she’s all had planned out so far I hope?”
Beth just nodded, not having said a word yet, or at least not with me
there. Steve was already fondling her large natural breasts. God, it
was like they had some sort of magnetic force over a guy’s hands whenever
she was next to one.
“OK then, I’ll do my best but Little Steve hasn’t been asked to perform
like this in a longgggg time!”
Oh crap, again I wondered where my head was at! I’d left my phone
upstairs! Then I looked up to my bedroom window and who did I see but my
aunt and cousin looking down. My Aunt Linda held up my phone and I saw
that she was already taking matters into her own hands. I breathed a
sigh of relief as one of the final presents I wanted to give Steve was a
DVD filled with the events of his 30th birthday.
Beth looked over at me and waved as I took a seat on one of the deck
chairs to watch.
“What’s the matter Kelly, not going to join in?” she called over to me.
I’d considered this earlier when planning everything and had decided from
the start that I was going to wait until everything was said and done and
Steve and I returned home before I had sex with him again. All this was
just something I wanted to give to him and let HIM be the focus of
attention. I feared that if I got too involved that it wouldn’t be all
about him anymore. Sad to say, it would probably be ME that drove it
that way as I didn’t trust myself in such situations.
So I just waved back and called back, telling her to enjoy herself. As I
watched them get started, I wondered how often she’d done something like
this after her marriage. So far as she’d told me, she’d stayed loyal to
her new husband except for parties and even then they both always went
together. I knew Steve held a special place in her heart and while I was
never really jealous of her, I knew when he looked at her he saw
something different than he did in any other girl but me. Indeed, it was
telling in how quickly he was able to regain his erection!
Steve was sitting now on the edge of the tub, his feet and most of his
legs underwater but his dick was well above the water line and looked to
be amazingly hard yet again. Damn, I was once again so proud of my
husband! I know a lot of women even at my age that would kill to have a
husband with his kind of recovery. Of course today was a little special
and I imagine that didn't hurt but still, it was pretty incredible.
Beth soon started rubbing Steve’s dick between her large boobs, pushing
them together with her hands such that they completed surrounded his dick
as she moved them up and down his shaft. While I must say that these
days I’m quite satisfied with mine, seeing how Steve was getting off from
it made me wish mine could be a little bigger for just a little while so
I could do it to him like she was. Yeah, I tried with mine and Steve was
kind enough not to compare, but there was nothing I could do with mine to
measure up to Beth’s at the moment.
As Steve leaned back and let her go to work, Beth lowered her head and
took the head of his dick in her mouth while she pushed her boobs down on
the shaft, letting it go in and out between her lips as she stroked his
dick. From the way Steve was moaning, he was loving it!
Looking back up at my bedroom window, I noticed it was empty again. Oh
well, I guess they must have gotten bored watching and decided to get
back in bed together. I enjoyed sex with my mom but it wasn’t something
we ever did a lot. Kristi, on the other hand, seemed to be constantly
doing it with her mother but then she didn't have a dad growing up so I
guess that was a large part of it. My dad had tried to help out when she
was older after I left for college but by then it was too late to change
her habits.
Before long they’d switched places and Steve was eating her pussy. Hmmm,
she was a lot hairier than I’d ever seen her before! I was going to have
to ask her about that afterwards to see what the story was. With the
water from the hot tub matting it down I wasn't sure how much was really
there. Oh well, something to talk about later I guess. My guess it was
probably something her husband had pressed as I knew that not every guy
liked the bald pussy look. Even Steve now and then would watch some porn
from the eighties and comment how hot it was to see a hairy bush.
For the most part, the next half hour or so was what I would call
“routine”, if watching your husband fuck your married best friend could
ever be called that. Granted, sex in a hot tub can be hot at times (no
pun intended) but it DOES somewhat limit what you can do, at least
without drowning. Steve mostly did her from behind while she leaned over
the edge looking at me. I loved seeing the look in my friend’s face as
she orgasmed and then came again thanks to my husband’s cock in her.
When Steve eventually did cum Beth was quick to twist around and take it
on her face and boobs. That was the one concession she made to marriage
- she didn't let guys cum in her anymore, or at least if she could help
it. I had to give her credit as that wasn't something I could ever limit
myself to. Heck, for me THAT was one of the best parts of having sex!
Steve didn't exactly have his usual output but then who could blame him
after all the sperm he’d already pumped out today. It was still
respectable, as much as some guys squirt the first time, so she seemed
satisfied. They quickly kissed while she washed off the sperm in the hot
water and then they both got out with Steve giving her a hand as she
still seemed a little wobbly.
“Thanks babe,” she said to him as they approached me. Steve just smiled
and leaned over to kiss her briefly as he squeezed her bottom with one
hand.
“So tell me honey, did I do good today?” I asked sweetly.
Steve rolled his eyes, puffed his cheeks and then blew out a big breath.
“All I can say is this had better be it, I don't think I can cum again
for a week!”
Beth turned and grabbed his now already flaccid dick. Damn, he shrunk
fast!
“Oh???? Is that a challenge?” she asked, tugging gently on him and
licking her lips. She was just teasing - I hoped.
“Well he better be wrong,” I heard coming from the kitchen and then my
aunt walked out. She was still nude - and would be I was sure until she
had to leave the house. Kristi was behind her, naked as well but then
that didn't shock me either. I couldn't help but smirk. Now it was
THREE naked girls, one naked husband, and me still dressed.
We all looked at my aunt as she came out with her phone in her hand.
“OK guy, your wife may be through with you but now your mine!” she said
saucily, “Get that damn fine ass dressed ‘cause we’re heading out in ten
minutes. The party starts in less than an hour and you know I like to be
there when it begins.”
What the hell? She’d never even hinted at this with me. I looked over
at Kristi who had to know this was coming but she just shrugged and tried
to play like she was as surprised as I was. Poor Steve, I knew he wanted
to go to the party - he would ALWAYS accept such an invitation regardless
of the notice given, Still, he looked at me and I knew he was afraid
that I might be upset at him leaving for the rest of his birthday.
Yes, I DID have plans for an evening together after a full day of
outrageous sex. Yes, it sort of pissed me off my aunt would plan this
behind my back, knowing I wouldn’t want to go with them. But then I
guess that’s what comes with the territory when you marry a sexual guy
like Steve. No matter how it made me feel, the last thing I was going to
do was tell him I was disappointed and make him have to turn down the
invitation.
My aunt and Steve hustled back to the house to get cleaned up and
dressed, leaving me with my best friend and hot cousin. They each took
a towel and spread it out on one of the other chairs and took a seat at
the round glass patio table with me.
“So now you have to tell me, how did things go today?” Beth asked, acting
as thought nothing had just happened.
Well, maybe that was for the best as for the next couple of hours we
talked about everything that had happened and then moved on to an evening
of reminiscing about our high school years. I even had a little wine,
something I rarely indulge in. We’d quickly moved back in the house as
it was chilly outside. Kristi put on her usual panties while Beth
grabbed one of my dad’s shirts.
Interestingly I don't think any of us ever even considered having sex.
It was more like three close friends spending an evening together sharing
mutual experiences and a few new stories were even confessed.
Chapter 8 - A Fitting Ending
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Later that night I was sleeping in bed when my husband slipped in under
the sheets next to me. He stunk of sex so I guess he hadn't bothered
showering but it wasn't all that bad. If anything he smelled sexy.
“Have a good night honey?” I asked sleepily.
I couldn't see his face in the dark but I could hear the joy in his
voice.
“Yeah, I had a good time. Do you remember Jill, the little blonde with
the short hair?”
I knew where this was going so I just reached up and put a finger to his
sleeps, indicating that he really didn't need to tell me. Yes, I DID
remember the young girl he was referring to. Another time and I might
have even giggled as I thought about what a crush he had on her from the
moment he first laid eyes on her. Her father was pretty protective,
keeping a close eye on her at all times, but then who could blame him for
being concerned about his daughter who couldn't have been older than ten
or eleven at the time.
“Please... not now honey,” I whispered.
Although he seemed quite chipper, it only took a minute or so before I
heard him starting to snore lightly. Well, he deserved his sleep after
all he’d done (or should I say all WHO he’d done) today.
Now I felt wide awake all of a sudden and here he was sound asleep next
to me. I got up and turned on the hall light and left the door cracked
so there would be just enough light to see by. Steve had rolled over
onto his back and was lying there nude, his well-used dick lying there
looking so small and helpless.
God I loved my husband! I laid there on my side, stroking the tips of my
fingers over his muscled body and then lightly over his soft cock. As I
did I started to masturbate, remembering everything I’d watched during
what had been an incredible day. There was so much to turn me on. As I
gently played with his dick I remembered how it had looked as he fucked
my Aunt and then her daughter, glistening with their pussy juices as it
stroked so powerfully in and out of them. God I wanted him to fuck me
with it!
It wasn't until I’d cum twice that I was finally able to go back to
sleep. I laid there with my head in his lap, his dick against my cheek
and the musky odor of his crotch thick in my nose.
As my eyes closed and my mind drifted off to sleep, I was dreaming of how
good he would fuck me the next day... and the day after that... and the
day after that!
Yes, I’m married to the best husband in the world!
THE END