Subject: Tutoring Challenge
Story Codes: MF oral exhib adultery
Diary Date: June 27, 2014
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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One of the things I love about my marriage is that my husband totally
loves and trusts me - just as I do him. When you have this solid of a
relationship it opens the door to all sorts of possibilities that couples
who are less secure would never even consider, including being able to
enjoy having sex with other people without having to commit adultery.
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - Summer Challenge
Chapter 2 - Ethics and Morals
Chapter 3 - Getting Hired
Chapter 4 - First Lesson
Chapter 5 - Second Lesson - Escalation
Chapter 6 - The Challenge
Chapter 7 - Third Lesson - Meeting My Challenge
Chapter 1 - Summer Challenge
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In my humble opinion, my husband and I have about as solid of a
relationship as anyone could ask. We both love other totally and are
100% committed to making our marriage work. Each of us trusts the other
completely and we don’t hide anything from the other, that is unless
there’s a good reason such as what I bought him for Christmas!
One of the key factors in our relationship is that we each understand our
roles as well as the associated responsibilities and duties that come
with those roles. For example, as a Christian wife I submit to my
husband’s authority. In return I know that he ensures that I’m never
placed in a position where having to obey him would compromise my
principles, cause me discomfort, or humiliate me in any way. For me it’s
all about trust and respect rather than blind obedience.
If there’s one area which I think illustrates the strength of our
marriage best it’s our sex life. More specifically, how we handle having
sex with other people more so than between us. For most couples I think
that mutual jealousy and insecurity prevents them from allowing
themselves to fully enjoy one of the most important aspects of
maintaining a healthy marriage - sex. Steve and I each recognize that
sex is not just something limited to a husband and wife but it can also
be a great source of fun and enjoyment when others can be included.
Some people, including my mother, claim that all sex outside of marriage
family (meaning non-incestual sex) is classified as adultery. I suppose
that technically it’s correct to say that adultery is defined as sex
outside of your marriage family. However, is it the act itself that is
the sin or the intent behind it? To me, CHEATING is the real problem.
Having sex behind your spouse’s back with the intent to deceive is what
ruins a marriage by violating your spouse’s trust. Sex is just sex.
Yes, it can serve as a means of intimacy and love but at the same time if
can also just be a whole lot of fun! Saying that having sex with someone
is bad is like saying all alcohol is bad. It’s not the sex that’s the
issue - it’s how it’s used that creates the problems.
Thus putting aside the dictionary definition, the act of adultery from
the standpoint of being sinful is about what it means to your
relationship, not the actual act of sex. If your spouse is OK with you
having sex outside your marriage family then what’s wrong with that?
After all, as I said it’s just sex.
Normally when we have sex with other people we’re together and hence
there’s no chance that the other doesn’t know about what’s happening.
Still, there are often times when advance notice isn’t always given so
Steve and I have given blanket permission for the other to take advantage
of any such opportunities without having to worry about gaining
“permission”. Like either of us would say no! Usually we’ll tell the
other about it afterwards but it’s not necessarily something that’s
required. As I said, it all comes down to intent - are you hiding it or
simply just not mentioning anything?
Rather than worrying about me being with other men, if anything my
husband loves watching me having sex with others - men AND women. I love
it when he watches me for a number of reasons not the least of which is
it simply turns me to be watched when I’m being fucked and the more that
watch, the better. There’s also the added bonus that I know when he
watches it usually means I’m going to be one lucky gal later on when we
get home!
In contrast, while it doesn’t necessarily bother me I don’t go out of my
way to watch Steve having sex with other women. Naturally there are
times when it’s unavoidable like when we’re at a party or swapping and
we’re doing other people in the same room. Other than that I can’t say
that I go out of my way to watch him having sex with other women or asked
him to do it just so that I could watch.
One of Steve’s favorite things is to watch me in public flirting with
other men and women, especially when it starts to get hot like when they
start trying to feel me up. As a general rule, the more I do in such a
setting with a guy the more it turns my husband on. Sometimes we’ll go
out and he’ll even challenge me to pick up certain guys he identifies and
then watch in secret (at least in terms of the other guy knowing
anything) to see how far I can get with him. While it turns me on
knowing he’s watching, I have to say there’s also an element of security
that I like knowing he’s there in case something goes wrong. It’s sort
of like when I was dating back in high school and my dad would look in on
us when I was having sex in my bedroom. It made me feel safe and thus
able to enjoy it so much more knowing my dad was standing by to protect
me if necessary.
This summer things took on a increasing level of sensuality after one of
the women I chat with told me about a challenge she’d accepted involving
a fourteen year-old neighbor boy living across the street from her. Long
story short, she agreed to be his personal “slave”, at least from a
sexual point of view, for the entire summer. Essentially that meant any
time or place he wanted her she had to agree to go along with it. What
made it really hot, or at least to me it did, was that he had recently
started fucking his own mother. There’s a lot more to their story but
the point is when I told my husband about it he got all excited and
wanted me to take on a similar challenge.
For better or worse, we don’t have any neighbors engaging in incest or at
least none we are aware of so it wasn’t like I could replicate my
friend’s challenge. Technicalities such as that weren’t about to deter
my husband who came up with a challenge of his own...
“OK Kelly, how about this?” he offered after some thoughtful
consideration. We’d just finishing making love so I was feeling pretty
good and listened as he said, “For the rest of the summer you have to
have sex with anyone I want.”
My first reaction was like, so what’s big deal? As his wife I was
obligated to do pretty much anything he told me to do in the first place
so if he wanted me to fuck another guy then I wasn’t about to say no.
It’s not like I didn’t already!
“And he has to fuck you within 24 hours of me telling you,” Steve
finished, his eyes twinkling as he added this new twist.
OK, so THAT added a bit of a new element. Of course in some situations
that was easy but then in others it could pose quite a challenge. Not
only that, but what sort of guys would he be asking me to fuck? If they
were married and not already cheating then seducing them to the point
where they would do me in that short of time could prove to be quite a
challenge indeed! But I wasn’t about to let him think that I wasn’t up
to his challenge so I snuggled up close to him such that my naked body
was pressing into his.
“Soooooo, anyone you have in mind to start?”
Steve’s grin was a little disconcerting. I knew what it meant when he
had that expression - trouble! Uh-oh, what did my naughty husband have
in store for me?
“Yeah... Eric.”
My heart skipped a beat. Wow, talk about a challenge! The guy he was
referring to was the father of one of my new clients, a thirteen year-old
girl I was tutoring in math once a week. I’d actually only started with
her a couple of weeks ago, right after school had let out, and as such
had only met him a few times. Like most guys in his situation I knew he
checked me out when he thought I wasn’t looking but to be honest I’d of
been disappointed if he hadn’t! Still, it was a long ways from a guy
staring at my boobs and ass to having him fuck me! Contrary to what porn
sites might lead you to believe, getting a guy to cross the line wasn’t
always as easy as you might think. Yet I wasn’t about to let Steve know
he’d rattled me so I just looked into his eyes defiantly and responded
saying, “OK buster, it’s on!”
Then I thought for a moment and sought to clarify the rules just a bit.
“But it has to be 24 hours from the next time I see him, not from now.”
Steve just shrugged and then he turned to me such that I could feel his
dick pressing in against me. Hmmmmmm, evidently all this talk about me
getting fucked by other men was turning him on! Any further talk about
my challenge went by the wayside for a while as my horny husband and I
made love yet again!
Chapter 2 - Ethics and Morals
=============================
After we’d finished - and this time Steve WAS finished as he drifted off
to sleep next to me, I laid back on the bed and slowly masturbated as I
thought about my upcoming challenge. By the way... I wasn’t masturbating
because Steve hadn’t fucked me well enough; it’s just I always feel super
horny after a guy cums in me and so often I’ll masturbate for a while
after the guy’s finished.
One thing I DID know... there was more to Steve’s challenge than first
meets the eye. Steve knows my personal ethics and morals as well as
anyone so I had no illusions that his choice for my first challenge
wasn’t simply a random pick. Oh noooooo, he knew exactly what he’d done
in choosing Eric.
Sure I know that there are people who don’t agree with my lifestyle and a
number of other issues. That’s fine with me and I respect their right to
have their own opinions. At the same time I expect the same
consideration in return in that they allow me to have my own as well.
Unfortunately all too often that’s not the case. I’ve been called
everything from a slut, a nymphomaniac, and a sex addict - all of which I
agree with. Then there are those who call me a whore, marriage-wrecker
and even a pedophile - all of which I violently disagree with.
Still, there are a few areas where even my most ardent distractors and
critics have to give me credit. One would have to be my professionalism.
Be it as a babysitter or a teacher, I NEVER compromise my professional
demeanor. No matter what the opportunity, no matter how tempted I may
be, I’ve NEVER done anything with a student or child placed under my care
that I wouldn’t allow published in the local newspaper. Not saying I’m
perfect, just that there’s a line which I’ve sometimes edged up to but
never crossed.
That all said then yes, I HAVE had sex with “underage” partners although
I disagree that the notion that anyone under some arbitrary age is
automatically too immature for sex. And yes, while most times the
primary motivation has been more to satisfy my father and husband’s needs
than my own, I HAVE enjoyed myself. At the same time I have to repeat
myself and say that there’s one cardinal rule that I’ve never violated -
not one of them has been a student of mine or under my care as their
babysitter.
As I’ve also said, it’s not like such opportunities have never presented
themselves. Indeed, there have been numerous situations where it took
all my willpower to turn away. The point is that as a professional I
know that parents place their utmost trust in me with the most precious
people in their lives - their children.
While technically such limitations wouldn’t apply to their parents, I’ve
found based on personal experience that this is usually the best course
of action as once you start down that slippery slope it can be awfully
hard to stop before you hit bottom. Oh sure, there have been a few cases
over the years where I’ve done it with the father of one of my charges
but all those events are years in the past, That’s not to say I haven’t
had opportunities since, just that I’ve grown up. Face it, for better or
worse I’m not sixteen anymore!
Chapter 3 - Getting Hired
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Usually when I take on a new tutoring position it’s for one of my past
students so the odds are I’ve met the parents already even if it was
nothing more than a fifteen minute parent-teacher conference. In most
cases I find it’s the mother who’s doing the hiring while dear old dad
does the financing. The majority of my tutoring session are scheduled
during the day meaning I never meet the fathers. Even when I do, it’s
not like my babysitting days of the past when he would drive me home,
giving me the opportunity to flirt with them - and sometimes more. Now I
have my own car and drive myself to and from the homes of my clients
which further distances myself from anything to do with the fathers.
True to form, Eric’s wife was the one who contacted and then hired me.
It was somewhat unusual in that their daughter Alexis didn’t even attend
my school district, let alone one of my classes. Instead she’d heard
about me from one of my other clients who had referred me after she’d
mentioned the problems her daughter was having with math this past year.
After she called me I went over for an interview where I met her and
Alexis. At the time her husband was out with their younger daughter for
some dance lessons or whatever so I didn’t get to meet with him.
Apparently I impressed her as she hired me for six sessions, one a week.
Eric’s wife told me that he worked as a sales manager for some company
I’d never heard of. She also warned me that odds were that he would be
home during the tutoring sessions as she worked full-time as a nurse.
His business hours were pretty flexible so he’d be arranging to be home
during the time I was there. I was about to tell her that it wasn’t
necessary for either of them to be home but held back as I could tell she
was one of those parents that insisted their kid never be home alone
without one of her parents, even though she was thirteen and probably
babysitting kids on her own.
Chapter 4 - First Lesson
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It was just a few days after I was hired that I arrived for my first
hourly session with my new client. Ringing the doorbell at the front
door of this incredibly big home, I listened to the pleasant sound of
chimes that resulted inside. Wow, if the size and opulence of their home
was any indication then they could well afford my fees! Maybe I should
have negotiated for more...
My thoughts were interrupted when the front door opened and I was greeted
by Alexis, or so I assumed it was her. She was just like any other
typical thirteen year-old that I see every year as they enter my eighth
grade class for the first time in the fall. Dark-complexioned like her
mother, she had braces and wore her long black hear in a ponytail down
the middle of her back. Not that I’m exactly tall, but I towered over
her leading me to wonder if she was even up to the five foot level yet.
Cute as a button in her standard teenage uniform of denim shorts and tank
top, I could tell from her budding chest and developing legs that she
was going to be chased by all the boys soon, if not already. Alexis’
shorts were REALLY short, to the point where they didn’t really even come
down her legs but rather were cut off at crotch level which allowed her
tight little butt cheeks to barely peek out at the bottom. The tank top
had spaghetti shoulder straps and plunged downward, revealing a slight
bulge where the bra she was wearing pushed up and made the most of what
little boobs she had. As seems to be the style now, the straps of her
bra were showing under the thin tank top straps. I couldn't help but
admire her tanned legs which even though she was barefoot, were tight and
smooth. Oh to be thirteen again!
“You must be Kelly,” she said rather tersely.
Oh boy, not another “Miss Attitude”. It was a common malady amongst this
age group, one which I dealt with all the time as an eighth grade
teacher. It was like the only person on the world that mattered was
themselves and everyone else was placed on earth to either persecute them
or do their bidding.
“And you must be Alexis,” I replied, trying to put on my most congenial
smile and not allow my annoyance to creep through.
She just rolled her eyes and spun around on her heels before heading
towards where I assumed we’d be conducting our lesson. We entered the
family room or whatever they called it which included a huge flat screen
TV, a pool table, various couches and chairs, as well as a game table and
roll-top desk nearby. I saw what looked to be textbooks and other
supplies on the game table so I made the obvious assumption that it was
where we’d be conducting her lessons.
“So is your mom home?” I asked after she sat down in one of the chairs
and looked up at me expectantly.
“Working.”
Ok... so much for a conversation starter. At least I got one word out of
her which was actually better than some of the princesses I’ve worked
with.
“So you’re home alone?”
After a melodramatic sigh I finally was answered with, “Oh Dad’s
somewhere, probably still sleeping. He’s always sleeping.”
Well, that got me a bit more of an answer while at the same time I
couldn’t help but catch a bit of anger and even some resentment in her
tone. There was a heavy emphasis on the “always” which made me wonder
what the real story was but then I knew nothing at all about the family,
let alone their sleeping habits so who was I to judge?
Usually my first lesson with a new client was more a time to get to know
them and try to win them over than it was to make any real
accomplishments from an academic perspective. If she was like most of my
charges, Alexis was probably annoyed at the very least to be forced to
spend any time at all of her precious summer break doing schoolwork and
often I would end up bearing the brunt of their hostility. Thus I found
it to be better in the long run to spend a little time trying to get to
know them better and make them realize this wasn’t just an extension of
their school year but more an opportunity for them. Granted, I wasn’t
entirely successful usually on getting them to see any benefit but if I
could at least curb the hostility then it made the rest of the time we
spent together more bearable for us both. It usually starts with me
telling the parents to use my first name rather than a more formal title
more appropriate for the classroom. Hence I was somewhat pleased when
Alexis had greeted me as “Kelly” when she answered the door. At least
we’d gotten off on the right foot.
Unlike most of my peers, I’ve never held a “real” job growing up or even
in college. When they were off waitressing or working for minimum wage
at some store in the mall, I continued babysitting. Sure I took some
ribbing but as an older sitter I was able to command at least twice the
minimum wage rate plus I didn’t pay taxes given I was paid in cash.
Instead of having to work for some jerk trying to feel me up at every
opportunity, I got to spend evenings watching TV and taking it easy as
typically my chores ended with them going to bed no later than eight or
nine o’clock. Sure, I might still be a “babysitter”, but I think I was
getting the better end of the deal.
In college I didn’t work much as my dad pretty well funded whatever needs
I had. The only “job” I had was a VERY brief “career” as an escort.
While technically I wasn’t being hired for sex, it was pretty well
understood by all parties involved why the charge rate was so high. That
only lasted a few “dates”, the last of which I was raped by several
uninvited “friends” of the creep who had hired me for the evening.
Needless to say I quit after that before anything worse happened. It’s
not that I was really mistreated. Heck, if he’d arranged for it
beforehand I wouldn’t have had any issues. It was the element of
surprise that causes me to refer to it as “rape”.
Since graduating from college most of my resume reflects either teaching
or secretarial positions held while trying to get a teaching position.
The most enduring of these is my tutoring career which I started in
college. Besides the good pay I liked it because it was almost entirely
daytime work and the schedules were usually pretty flexible.
Much to my chagrin, however, one thing I’ve noticed over the years is
that while my client base has pretty much remained the same age, albeit
the names and faces change every year, I’m the one who is aging. It
wouldn’t be so bad, especially since I’m fortunate to have the DNA where
I look more like 21 or even younger if I dress the part. Yet while this
may fool the adults I deal with, especially the older married guys
looking for someone to live out their fantasies of sex with young girls,
it doesn’t fool the kids. Somehow they seem to sense exactly how old you
are despite your looks. Thus I knew that Alexis was well aware that I
was more than twice her age and like other girls these past few years
especially it was getting harder and harder to get them to relate to me
as anyone other than someone like their mother. After all, to a thirteen
year-old girl, anyone over twenty pretty much looks the same.
“So how are you doing this summer Alexis?”
“OK.”
That was it, two letters, two syllable, followed by more silence as she
stared down at her bare feet swinging slowly below the chair. I noticed
her toenails were bright red, matching her fingernails.
From there I tried various lines of questioning, asking about her studies
(NO response) to her boyfriends (shrugging of shoulders), her girlfriends
(more shrugging) and then finally her family (grimace when I asked about
her younger sister). Then I asked about her mom (rolling eyes) and
finally her dad. THAT was when I finally got something other than just a
flipping of the hair and a one syllable response after I asked why he
wasn’t around for her first lesson other than maybe being asleep.
“Oh he will be, don’t worry,” she said in more of a cynical tone than
anything she meant to cause me not to worry.
“OH? And why’s that?”
Alexis grinned for a just a moment and then it was back to the blank
stare.
“He’s always checking out my friends. He’ll want to get a good look at
you too I suppose.”
An interesting response, not exactly what I’d expected but at the same
time not all that surprising. If Alexis’ friends were anything at all
like her I’d have been more surprised if her dad did NOT come out to grab
an eyeful.
“And why do you say that?” I asked, knowing full well the answer but
curious as to what she would say.
“You’re his type I guess.”
“His type?”
“You know, pretty and sexy.”
I giggled a little at that to try and assure her I didn’t take what she
said in the wrong way. It wasn’t like I was exactly wearing one of what
my dad use to call “Kelly’s slut outfits”. Indeed, I was dressed pretty
conservative given my usual dress code and code of conduct. Even though
the weather was scorching hot I was wearing jeans. Like most of mine,
they were pretty tight - especially around my butt and crotch. In fact,
tight enough that I was even wearing panties so the denim crotch wouldn’t
dig in so much into my pussy. On top I wore a tank top but in addition I
was also wearing a blouse over it which I left unbuttoned, making it more
like an ultra-lightweight jacket than a top. My one concession to my
usual professional dress code was foregoing a bra. During the summer
months I never wear one except maybe as part of date-night outfit with my
husband or some other guy. Funny how in the right circumstances wearing
a bra can actually turns guys on more than not wearing one.
“Well, if anyone’s looking sexy right now it’s you,” I replied, trying to
compliment her and hopefully get her to like me a little better in the
process.
As I’d hoped, she brightened up a bit at that. “Really, do you think I
look sexy?”
“Heck yeah, I bet all the boys at school are hitting on you.”
Alexis giggled at that and I sensed the barrier she’d raised from the
start begin to lower just a little. Not much but a sliver of light was
shining through the crack.
“So do you have a boyfriend?”
Her cheeks reddened a little at that and I wondered about the reason.
Was she embarrassed because she DID have one or was it because she
didn’t?
“Has he kissed you?” I asked, leaning in a little closer to her and
whispering in a conspirator tone even though there want anyone around to
hear us one way or the other.
She nodded, her cheeks reddening a bit and I couldn't help but notice she
Pressed her smooth bare legs together a little tighter.
“Second base?”
She looked up at me questioning me with her facial expression. Good
grief, didn’t they teach girls anything these days?
“I mean have you let him feel up your... you know,” I told her, glancing
down at her perky little boobs.
At that she really reddened up. Maybe it was because I even mentioned
her breasts but more likely in my opinion as I’d hit the nail on the
head.
“Anything else?” I teased her, trying to not appear to be as anxious as I
was to find out what she had been doing.
Alexis shook her head quickly, enough so that I took her at her word
without question.
“Well that’s good,” I assured her, “You’ve got plenty of time before you
have to let a boy do that.”
Then something flashed across her face, like the sort of smile you see
when someone is keeping a secret. Hmmmmmm, maybe she was a better actor
than I’d given her credit for being. Maybe she HAD been a visitor to the
third base line! Maybe even more?
Seeing how I’d known her now for maybe all of fifteen to twenty minutes,
I figured I’d pushed enough though. Maybe the next time I could see what
I could find out about what she was trying to keep secret from me.
Enough small talk to get things moving, I reached out to look at her
textbook when I heard someone coming down the staircase from the upstairs
bedroom. Alexis obviously heard the same as she straightened up in her
chair and I noticed she glanced down and tugged a little bit to make sure
her top was properly situated.
“Well hello, sorry I wasn’t ready to answer the door when you got here,”
her father greeted me. His wet hair and flushed face told me that Alexis
hadn’t been entirely correct about her father sleeping earlier. Rather
it looked like he was just out of the shower.
“I’m Eric, Alexis’ father,” he greeted me as he extended his hand, “So
you must be Kelly.”
I nodded as I took his hand in mine and we shook briefly. Like most men,
his eyes quickly made the trip from my eyes to my feet with the usual
stops at my boobs and ass. I couldn't help but notice though that his
return trip wasn’t just a retracing of his route but rather went via his
cute little daughter’s sexy body. Hmmmmmm!
“Well, I don’t mean to disturb the lesson,” he said, “Not at your rates
anyways young lady! However, I WOULD like to discuss a few things with
you before you leave today if you don’t mind.”
I just nodded again after which he walked out of the room, leaving me to
wonder what he wanted to discuss as I thought I’d worked everything out
with his wife beforehand. Probably most likely to do with payment as in
would I take a check or did I only accept cash? Obviously my preference
is always cash!
After he’d left the room Alexis finally opened a little and smiled at me.
“See, I told you that he’d like you.”
“Why do you say that?”
“You know... the way he looked at you.”
I was about to say something like it was no different than the way he’d
looked at her with the intention that it didn’t mean anything but then I
caught myself. Maybe it DID mean something. Well it wouldn’t be the
first father I’d known who couldn’t keep his eyes of his sexy teenage
daughter.
Then I caught myself wondering if it was just his eyes doing the
touching. Of course the odds were dramatically in favor of him just
being a bit voyeuristic. Given the way his daughter was dressed - and
this was knowing I’d be coming over so who knows what she wore when it
was just him and her, who could blame the poor guy for looking? It was
like my mom use to tell me... sure he’s your father but don’t forget that
he’s a man too!
The conversation shifted over more towards her various activities and
hobbies. Turns out she liked basketball although I hated to tell her that
she was going to have to go through one heck of a growth spurt for that
to ever amount to anything and at thirteen, the odds weren’t in her
favor. She mentioned her on-line activities but then, after first
checking to be sure her dad wasn’t listening in on us, she leaned over
towards me and whispered.
“My dad took my phone away last month for two weeks! And just because I
was Skyping with some guys I’d been chatting with and tweeting.”
“Well, how old were these guys?”
She bit her lower lip and hesitated, seeming now to regret having
mentioned anything but now she’d opened the door.
“Maybe a little older.”
I wasn’t about to let her get off THAT easily!
“And just how much older?”
Again the hesitation. For a moment I was afraid that she was going to
draw blood if she bit her lip any harder!
“Eighteen or nineteen I think.”
“So old enough to know better than to be doing anything with a thirteen
year-old girl,” I mused, “You weren’t doing anything you shouldn’t, were
you?”
This time she was quick to answer saying, “Oh no. I mean like they WANT
me to but I won’t do it.”
“Like what do they want you to do?”
“Just show them my tits,” she said in a voice I could barely hear even
though I was right next to her, “But I was too embarrassed. I mean like
they’re so small.”
I smiled at her and put my hand over hers on the table and squeezed it
gently. “Alexis, you’re totally perfect for your age. And you know
what? I’d have killed to have boobs like yours when I was your age.”
For just a moment she glanced down at my chest and then looked at me a
bit surprised.
“Really? I mean like yours look great now.”
I squeezed her hand again. “Well, that was sixteen years and one baby
ago. Trust me, you should be proud of yours now.”
She didn’t appear to be convinced so without thinking I tossed out, “Well
your father obviously likes them.”
Ooops! Maybe I shouldn’t have said that. She pulled her hand away from
mine and clasped them together tightly on her lap.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that,” I tried to apologize. She didn’t
say anything so I said, “You know, my mom use to always tell me that
fathers are men too and men can’t always control everything they do.”
She didn’t say anything more about it so I tried to move the conversation
to the lesson for the day. There was only about fifteen minutes or so
left in our scheduled hour so we didn’t get very far but even in that
short period of time I had to ask myself why her mom had arranged for me
to tutor Alexis. Oh sure she wasn’t any Albert Einstein but she was also
further along than most girls her age when it came to math. Then again,
these days parents were so competitive when it came to their kids it
didn’t surprise me all that much.
Our hour was up and Alexis couldn't wait to skip out to be with her
friends. I figured I should at least introduce myself to her dad so I
looked around to see if I could find him. Damn, the house was huge!
Finally I made my way to the kitchen and through the window over the sink
I could see a pool in back. Oh yeah, REALLY nice house! There laying in
a lounge chair by the side of the pool was Eric. I made my way out to
say my goodbyes...
Now let me put this politely... Eric wasn’t exactly skinny. There was
that and my opinion that speedos should be require licenses such that
only certain men were allowed to wear them. Had that rule been in place,
Eric wouldn’t be laying out in the sun with a speedo that almost a thong.
His eyes were closed and for a moment I thought he was asleep. I stood a
few feet back, wondering if I should wake him or just leave. Meanwhile I
couldn't help but notice the large lump in the front of his super-tight
swim suit. I had to assume at home he wouldn’t bother padding anything
which meant there must be something rather substantial underneath!
Just as I was about to leave his eyes opened and he grinned up at me.
“Done so soon? You’re as bad as a stripper when it comes to hauling in
the money!”
The disarming way he said it took away any sting that you might read into
his words without hearing the tone behind them. Still, was he flirting
with me or just being less than polite, as they say?
“Don’t worry, you got your full hours’ worth,” I assured him.
“Just teasing, I hope you realize that,” he quickly backtracked, “You
know, next time you should bring your suit and you can take a swim
afterwards if you’d like. Wouldn’t hurt for this expensive hole in the
ground to see some action for once.”
Oh sure, like I was under some delusion as to why he was REALLY making
such an offer. Heck, if he was already eyeing me from head to toe now
wearing this conservative outfit then I could only imagine if I was
wearing a bikini, especially one of my sluttier “private” ones.
“OK... We’ll see...,” I answered but not committing to anything.
“Whatever, it’s up to you. So we’ll see you next week then?” he asked,
pretending as if my answer didn’t matter to him.
I assured him I’d be right on time and with that I left him to his own
devices and headed home where I knew my husband was going to just love
hearing about my newest client. Yeah, sweet Alexis was right in the
middle of the “sweet spot” of his desires when it came to younger girls.
Not that he was as overly infatuated with them to the extent my dad was,
but he still wouldn’t have turned her down, THAT was for sure.
Like most men, my husband has always had fantasies about sex with younger
girls but like most men, he’d never really had any opportunity since he
was that age himself. It wasn’t until we got married and he was
introduced to my Aunt Linda that everything changed for him. Just as she
had done with my dad (much to my mother’s chagrin... and eventual
unofficial grounds for divorce), my aunt introduced Steve to her private
sex life which included a group which indulged in underage sex. Since
then he seems to enjoy the twelve to fourteen age range in contrast to my
dad who prefers them at least a year or two younger. Unlike my dad Steve
only views such girls as an occasional tasty treat as compared to the
older women he usually has sex with. Which is why I say that Alexis
would be right smack in the middle of his “sweet spot”.
Second Lesson - Escalation
==========================
The following week my second lesson with Alexis came and went rather
uneventfully. She was a little more responsive now that she was getting
to know me better, dropping the “attitude” somewhat. Unfortunately, at
least from her father’s perspective, it was raining and so I didn’t bring
a swim suit along. Instead I decided to up the ante just a little bit in
terms of teasing Eric. Nothing overly blatant but at least this time I
wore shorts and tank top.
The salmon-colored tank top fit me pretty tight and with the spaghetti
style shoulder straps and low cut it pretty much bared everything from
just above my nipples on up. I’d debated whether or not to go braless
and in the end decided not to give away everything right away so I chose
a white basic one with straps that were actually about twice as wide as
my tank top. These days exposing your bra straps is more or less
“normal” but even so, I knew it would grab Eric’s attention.
For shorts I again decided to keep things toned down slightly so rather
than wearing one of my cutoffs with the leg cut so short my ass hung out
like Alexis did from hers, I selected one of more conservative pair -
white denim that came down almost a couple of inches below my crotch.
Just as I’d gone with the bra decision, I chose a pair of bikini-style
panties rather than going without. I guess I could’ve worn a thong as
well but my philosophy on those is that if nobody is going to see it, why
bother given the discomfort? The denim was thick enough such that there
really was no outline anyway and as tight as the shorts were the panties
actually helped a bit to prevent rubbing my poor pussy raw!
Had this been more of a date I would’ve picked a pair of heels but under
the circumstances I thought they’d be inappropriate so I chose a pink
pair of sneakers with white ankle socks. For just a moment I
contemplated pulling my hair back into a ponytail but after further
consideration decided that I didn’t need to go TOO casual and besides,
that was Alexis’ look so why even try to compete with a thirteen year-
old.
Just as with my first visit, Alexis immediately answered the door. This
time, however, I saw Eric just down the hallway and he came quickly to
greet me.
“Hi Kelly! My but you’re looking hot today.”
I glanced over at Alexis who had her arms crossed in front of her. She
just rolled her eyes at her father’s rather blatant flirting. Still, she
didn’t seem terribly upset at his behavior which made me wonder if he was
that way with other women as well. That begged the question as to how he
behaved when his wife was home. Somehow I got the impression from the
brief time that I’d met with her that she might not be exactly
appreciative of such behavior.
Actually the way I was dressed I could’ve passed for Alexis’ older
sister. Like me, she was in her usual shorts and tank top and in fact
they appeared to be the same style as the last week’s editions. One
difference though was that unlike me she’d dispensed with a bra such that
her nipples stood out prominently under the thin smooth material. Poking
out as obvious as they already were, I could just imagine how they’d
stand out if she was aroused. Judging by the way her father kept ogling
her chest I got the idea that he was thinking along the same lines.
“OK then, lesson time?” I asked rhetorically as Alexis led the way.
Looking back at her father I said softly, “Too bad it’s raining so hard.
Sorry but I left my bikini at home.”
Even though he must’ve already known that there would be no swimming
after the lesson today, the look on his face was more dejected than I’d
anticipated. Like what had he expected, for me to come over and do the
lesson all but naked in my sluttiest bikini?
This time we got into the lesson immediately, starting with me looking
over the homework I’d assigned from the last time. She had everything
correct which led me to wonder if she’d had some help or perhaps more
likely, she didn’t really need these lessons at all. Based on the
questions I tossed in looking over her work, she certainly seemed capable
of doing the work on her own. Still, so many parents today are so
competitive that even if their kid is doing fine they still push them to
do better.
As we neared the end of our hour together I was looking through some
stuff I’d brought with to give to her to complete for the next week when
she finally opened up the conversation a bit.
“Sorry by the way, I can’t believe my dad sometimes.”
I smiled at her as if I had no idea what she was talking about and
replied with, “Oh? Why is that Alexis?”
Again with the eye roll... “Like when he said you looked hot. OMG, like
so inappropriate!”
I smiled again, a little broader this time if anything. “Well, what’s so
bad about that? I just took it as a compliment.”
She just shook her head. “He’s like that with my friends too... always
commented on how they are dressed - or not.”
I kind of looked at her questioningly as if I didn’t understand what she
meant so she explained saying, “You know, like when they come over and we
all get in the pool. Can you believe he even told them last week that
they could skinny dip if they wanted!”
Taking a shot in the dark I asked, “Oh? Do you guys do that?”
“Yes but ewwwww... not in front of my dad!” she quickly replied, “That
would be so gross!”
Of course I didn’t miss the fact that she said they did, only that they
hadn’t in front of her dad. I almost laughed when I thought to myself
that it wouldn’t surprise me in the least if he had been spying on her
and her naked friends from one of the upper windows in the house that
overlooked the pool.
“So does he like to watch you guys in the pool?”
Alexis giggled a little at that which told me all I really needed to know
but she answered anyways.
“Oh yeah... It’s SOOOO embarrassing,” she sighed, cupping her boobs and
shifting them absentmindedly. Hey, when you don’t wear a bra the girls
have to be adjusted sometimes.
“Yeah but I bet you and your friends don’t help things either, do you?” I
teased her a little, “Am I right?”
This time it was her turn to be embarrassed as her cheeks reddened a
little. She didn’t answer this time but once again her non-verbal
response told me all I needed to know.
“It’s OK,” I tried to reassure her, “My friends and I use to do the same
with my dad only we just had a hot tub instead of a big pool like you
have.”
“Oh? Like what did you guys do?”
“Nothing really, just flirted a little. Some of our suits were a
little... well let’s just say they didn’t cover much. Sometimes he would
get in with us and we’d brush up against him and even sit in his lap
sometimes.”
A brief pause and then, “When you did that, did your dad get hard too?”
I almost choked when she said that but somehow regained my composure. I
mean like she hadn’t asked IF he did, at least not the way I would’ve
asked. From the way she worded it, it would seem that Eric was getting
erections when they sat on his lap. Like THAT was a big surprise!
“Oh sure, of course he did. You remember what I said last time about
fathers are men too? They can’t help it. It’s all in the DNA.”
It was almost at the end of our scheduled time but I wasn’t in any hurry
to leave. Considering this was only the second time I’d even been with
her for a grand total of less than two hours, I was amazed that she would
open up to me so quickly. Then again, I knew from my own youth how
difficult it could be to discuss this sort of stuff with anyone. At
least I had my mom to go to when I needed answers but odds were that
Alexis’ mom wouldn’t have been as understanding as my mom had been when
it came to her husband’s sexual reaction to their daughter and her
friends. Maybe she just needed someone to listen to her and she figured
that dressed as I was and the way her dad had reacted to me that I would
understand.
“That’s what Lisa says,” she mused, seeming to be thinking over what I’d
said. Seeing my questioning look she added, “She’s one of my friends.
She’s a slut.”
I couldn’t help but smile again. It wasn’t like Alexis was criticizing
her friend but more like simply stating a fact.
“A slut?” I asked, trying not to appear too anxious to hear more.
“Yeah... you should see her bikini. It’s ridiculous. I mean like you
can just about see everything. She said her dad bought it for her but I
don’t know, my dad would never buy ME anything like that!”
“Maybe you should ask him,” I offered a bit of unsolicited advice. “My
dad loved to buy me clothes.”
“You’re not going to believe this,” Alexis said without looking me in the
eyes, “but Lisa claims he bought the last one after she put her mouth on
his penis. I mean like I don’t even believe she did that for real but
she insists it’s true.”
Now she had my attention for sure!
“Would you like to do that for your dad?” I said softly, not sure if I
should go there but figured what the heck, she was the one to bring it up
in the first place.
Alexis’ reaction was as swift as it was pointed. “Ewwwww! Like how can
you even say that? God Kelly, that’s just gross. My DAD?”
As tempted as I was to tell her that it probably wouldn’t be long before
she learned the joys of a well-delivered blow job, even if not for her
dad, I quickly backed off.
“Oh no... just saying since you mentioned Lisa doing her dad.”
“Well like I said, she’s a slut. Everyone at school says so.”
There was a finality in her tone that pretty much shut down THAT
conversation. Plus we were now over the scheduled time and while she’d
been extremely patient and cooperative this time, I also noticed she kept
a close eye on the large grandfather clock in the corner the entire
lesson.
Wrapping things up, I quickly gave her the homework assignment after
which she couldn't seem to leave the room fast enough, grabbing her phone
on the way out (I have a strict rule about no phones during lessons so
hers had been left on a table outside the room). With that done, I was
feeling a little flushed after the last part of our “lesson”. Wow, NOT
what I’d expected, that was for sure.
As I turned to leave I almost had a heart attacked as somehow Eric had
moved in right behind me without me noticing. He was grinning ear to ear
which told me he had probably been eavesdropping on my conversation with
his daughter.
“Now THAT was what I call a lesson,” he said with a smirk.
While I had a pretty fair idea what he was referring to, I wasn’t about
to give anything away until I knew for sure so I feigned ignorance. He
kept the ball rolling...
“She’s right you know, that Lisa friend of hers IS a slut. She’s a
little older than Alexis but damn, what a rack!”
Well, so much for him being even the least bit subtle!
“So you were listening in on us?” I accused him, “Now that isn’t very
nice you know. How am I supposed to build her trust in me if her
father’s spying on us?”
Eric chuckled and from the expression on his face I got the idea that I
was missing something or another. What was this all about today anyways?
“I think you were the only one who didn’t know I was listening,” he said
rather triumphantly, “She knows I spy on her and her friends all the
time.”
I just stood there perplexed. One the one hand I wanted to ask so many
questions yet on the other, I didn’t want to come across like I did.
Trying to get myself oriented, I stalled by asking, “So is what she said
all true then?”
Eric chuckled yet again, a little more deeply this time though.
“Well, I don’t know if her hot little friend is blowing her dad but I DO
know she knows how to grind and trust me, that micro thong she wears
doesn’t put all that much between her hot little ass and me.”
This was becoming surreal. He didn’t really even know me yet being this
was just the second time we’d met yet here he was alluding to allowing a
thirteen or fourteen year-old girl grind on his lap in the pool or
wherever else she did it. How did he know I wasn’t going to say anything
to his wife or even worse, to the authorities?
“So let me guess Miss Kelly... you’re wondering why is this idiot telling
you all this?”
Damn, it was like he was a mind-reader! Was it because I was so
surprised that I being so transparent in my reactions? Evidently so as
he continued.
“Well, first let me set the record straight on a couple of things before
your imagination gets too carried away. While I’ve no idea what Lisa
really does with her dad I can tell you this, there’s NOTHING going on
between Alexis and me. OK, so a little horseplay now and then in the
pool and maybe at night in her bed but nothing I’d be convicted for.”
For once something he said didn’t surprise me. As much as it would’ve
made a great erotic story plot I know that there are very few situations
where a father would go beyond an “accidental” crotch grab or boob
squeeze which fooling around in the pool. As for the “in her bed”
reference, probably nothing more than a back rub or something like that,
again with maybe the occasional “accidental” groping. All pretty
innocent stuff in my book.
“To be honest,“ he continued, “I WAS pretty turned on when she mentioned
me getting hard with her on my lap. I’ve never heard her say anything
about that before. Hell, I wasn’t really sure if she even noticed.”
I wanted to laugh at what was either his naivety or duplicity. Did he
really think any girl would NOT notice something poking her in the butt -
especially while sitting on a guy’s lap? Even if they were all still
virgins, it’s not like they weren’t old enough to know how men work! I
can still remember how it would feel when I sat on my dad’s lap when I
was Alexis’ age. Yeah, there was no way you could miss THAT! Though I
wasn’t about to open up about my own experiences with Eric, I figured a
little encouragement on my part couldn’t hurt.
“Well, sort of hard NOT to notice that sort of thing you know?”
Eric grabbed onto my comment like a drowning man to a life line thrown to
him.
“Oh really... did you ever feel YOUR dad’s erection under you?”
No way I was rising to THAT bait! Actually I was a little shocked that
he was being so forward with me. Apparently since I hadn’t gone
screaming out of the house by now he figured he could say just about
anything to me. Rather than risk a verbal answer, I just huffed and gave
him an eye-roll as if to say he had to be kidding to even ask me such a
question. Eric wasn’t deterred by my lack of positive response. If
anything, it was like he was on a roll...
“Well, maybe next week the weather will cooperate and you can join me in
the pool,” he offered, “Maybe you’d like to sit on my lap like Alexis’
does.” Then his eyes lit up and he added, “Hmmmmmm, maybe you BOTH could
take turns sitting on my lap.”
“Ummmmm... I don’t think so Eric,” I said, surprising myself almost as
much as him by my response. Things were moving along fast - a little TOO
fast for my comfort levels. I wasn’t sure where he was going with this
but at the same time I had to wonder if he even knew. “What do you say
let’s just leave Alexis out of it for now, OK?”
Instantly I realized that my response was a little more open-ended than
I’d intended.
“OK... I can deal with that,” he agreed, licking his lips subconsciously.
Something told me that he was sporting a raging erection about now but in
his baggy shorts it was difficult to tell.
Just then my phone announced I had a text message so I fished it out of
my purse. It was from my husband who didn’t text me very often so I
wanted to find out what the issue was. It also provided me with a great
excuse to leave before things between me and Eric got any weirder.
Back in my car I called Steve. Turns out he just wanted to say he loved
me! Awwwwww, he’s such a wonderful husband!
Chapter 6 - The Challenge
=========================
Later that night I related everything that had happened during the day
with Alexis and Eric to my husband over dinner.
“Wow, I can’t believe they told you all that!” he exclaimed when I’d
finished, “And on just your second lesson at that. Seems pretty risky if
you ask me. Any idea why?”
Slowly I just shook my head. Indeed, I’d thought about it all afternoon
myself and I hadn’t come up with anything more. Heck, I’d even
masturbated imagining what might happen if I joined Eric and his sexy
little daughter in their pool.
“So do you think they’re doing it?” Steve asked, the look on his face
telling me he was hoping and praying for a positive response but I
couldn’t help him out.
“No... just something in the way she talked I could tell. I DO think
she’s probably teasing him but at the same time it’s no different than
when I use to tease my dad at her age. Most girls like to tease their
dads - it’s a pretty safe way to get an ego boost without having to worry
about the guy getting the wrong message. Face it, teasing and flirting
are a long ways from having sex.”
I saw Steve frown for just an instant before he caught himself. For me
to even mention anything about me and my dad together was generally off
limits but I took a chance in this case as I felt it was important in
understanding the relationship between Alexis and Eric. When I was
barely a teenager I use to sit on my dad’s lap all the time while he was
fully erect. Heck, in the hot tub we didn’t even have anything on so
then it was REALLY easy to feel his hard dick against my bare butt and
pussy. The thing is, I had no sexual feelings towards my dad whatsoever
at that age, just as I sensed Alexis had none towards her dad. Maybe if
somebody had told me how he really felt about me it might have been
different but he was under strict orders from my mom NOT to say anything
like that to me. Who knows, maybe if Alexis knew how her dad felt about
her (he hadn’t come right out and said it but it was obvious he did) then
she might look at his dick pushing against her in an entirely different
light!
“So do you wanna fuck him Kelly?” my husband teased me.
“I don’t know... maybe,” I replied, trying to be casual and unconcerned
but my husband knew me far better than to believe that.
“Oh don’t EVEN try to give me that,” he laughed out loud, “I bet you
jilled off all afternoon thinking about it.”
Dang, was mind-reading becoming common-place now?
“Ha! I knew it!” he exclaimed, not even giving me a chance to argue
before he continued, “You want her as well, don’t you? You want
Alexis... admit it girl!”
Knowing my husband the easiest answer would have been yes and then to go
on about how badly I wanted to undress her and 69 with that sexy little
girl. As horny as he obviously was he would’ve believed every word and
no doubt it would’ve led straight to our bedroom - if we even made it
that far. Still, it wasn’t true...
“Well, I know YOU would fuck her in a heartbeat,” I replied, dodging his
question but knowing he would be totally distracted by even discussing
him fucking this hot little girl.
“God I’d love to see her naked,” he sighed, “Heck, I’d settle for a
bikini pic.”
Sometimes men are just too easy to manipulate! Suddenly Steve go serious
and I knew whenever his demeanor changed so quickly that it usually meant
trouble for me!
“Challenge time!” he announced.
Oh crap, here it comes. And to make it worse, just when I was thinking
he’d forgotten about our little summer bet. Over a month ago we’d gone
out for one of our “submissive” dates where I agreed ahead of time to do
anything he asked for the entire evening and I do mean ANYTHING. Sounds
easy yet at the same time it requires an extraordinary amount of trust in
your partner. When I would agree with Steve to do anything he wanted for
the entire evening, trust me it had nothing to do with cooking and
laundry. Inevitably it was 99% sexually oriented but then that was sort
of the intention from the beginning anyways.
The real key to such date nights was I had to TOTALLY trust my husband.
The last thing I wanted was to be placed in a position where I needed to
say no as that just totally ruins the entire evening.
So anyways, our “summer challenge event” was an offshoot from the single
date night format to where I agreed to do ANYTHING he asked for the
entire summer, regardless of whether it was a date night or whatever. I
don’t mean simple things like doing the dishes or whatever, rather more
like a series of date nights strung out over the summer.
I sat there across from my husband and waited for him to give me my
mission except unlike the Tom Cruise movie, I wasn’t being a choice as to
whether or not to accept it. As his wife I’d already answered that
question when I answered, “I do.”
“Next week you have to get Eric to fuck you,” Steve said. While it
didn’t sound like an order from his tone of voice, believe me when I say
that there was no doubt for either one of us that it was.
I sat patiently there waiting for the other shoe to drop. There had to
be more as this was just too easy! Where was the punch line? Was he
going to make me get Alexis involved? Maybe the information about Lisa
had stirred up some erotic ideas and now he was going to make me somehow
get her involved. Was he going to demand that I have Eric fuck me in his
bed where his wife sleeps? Maybe I’d have to wear her underwear at the
time? Certainly something kinky was waiting for me - I just knew it and
the longer he hesitated the kinkier the ideas I figured he was harboring.
“I want pics... video, the works.”
THERE it was. I knew it had been too easy an assignment. Heck, the way
things were going I was probably going to be fucking Eric the next time I
was there anyway so simply ending it there wouldn’t have been much of a
challenge.
“And just how do you propose I get those?”
It was a legitimate question. Perhaps maybe not 100% in line with the
rules which we’d worked out to where I didn’t protest or try to negotiate
anything he gave me as a challenge. Still, this was a logistics question
more than an ethical or moral one.
“Oh I’m sure he’ll help you out,” Steve responded smugly.
Oh sure, Eric would no doubt jump at the chance to record himself fucking
me - what guy EVER says no? The trick would be getting them from him!
So my mission was established. Now it was just a matter of making it
happen which I had no doubt would be the easiest part of my challenge. I
stood up and walked over to my wonderful husband.
“Ok big guy... What do you say in the meantime that YOU fuck me?”
It shouldn’t be a surprise that I didn’t have to say it twice!
Chapter 7 - Third Lesson - Meeting My Challenge
===============================================
For the rest of the week I couldn't help but think about my next lesson
with Alexis. God, like how many times did I masturbate over the course
of those six days thinking of all the combinations and permutations? On
top of Steve’s challenge I’d say maybe half of my fantasies also involved
Alexis. It wasn’t so much that I was attracted to her sexually even
though she was incredibly cute. I’d also sensed that she was a girl with
a lot of pent-up sexual desire based from how quickly she had shared with
me after barely even getting to know her. The rest of my fantasies
centered around me and Eric - sometime us alone, others with his wife
and/or daughter near us but not knowing what was really going on between
Eric and me.
The morning of our third lesson arrived and thankfully this time the
weather was looking perfect. All sunshine and hot weather! I was
awakened by the pressure of my husband’s hard dick against my pussy,
Mmmmmmm, my favorite alarm clock was ringing...
“Hmmmmmm, I think somebody’s horny this morning,” I groaned as he lifted
my leg and I felt him pressing in from behind me.
“Just getting you ready for your lesson today,” Steve grunted as his
fingers spread my pussy apart for his dick.
“Oh god yes...” I sighed as he entered me. My husband’s dick fit in
easily thanks to having lubed me up while I was sleeping with some
massage oil we kept by the bed. God it felt so good to have Steve inside
of me! While I was still trying to clear the cobwebs from my head my
pussy was throbbing wildly with the pleasure of my husband’s erect dick
as he thrust it quickly in and out of me.
“You want that naughty daddy to fuck you today, don’t you... You want his
cheating dick filling your cunt with his sperm, don’t you?”
Well duh, of course I did! I mean like what else had I been rubbing
myself while thinking about it all the past week?
“Tell me,” my husband pressed me as he fucked me faster, “I want you to
tell me what you’re going to do today while I’m at work.”
By now I was fully awake... “Oh god, I want him to fuck me... I want it
so bad!”
“Damn Kelly, you’re such a fucking slut... you want him to cum inside of
you, don’t you? Tell me.”
I groaned as he pressed himself in deep, holding his cock in me as far as
he could as he began to ejaculate inside of me. Yep, he was horny as
hell this morning, that was for sure!
“Fuck yeah! Just like this... I want his cum in me just like yours!”
“Then you’re going to come home filled with his sperm, like a good slut.”
“Oh yeah... dripping out of me as I drive home,” I sighed as I just laid
there with my husband imbedded in me like a stake driven into me.
Steve grunted and I felt him spasm, his dick thrusting into me again even
as it slowly dwindled.
“Then who’s gonna fuck you tonight? Whose dick do you want more than
anyone else’s?
“Yours! I want YOU to fuck me Steve, more than anyone else in the world
I want you in me.”
Indeed, that was the key to everything. True, another man was likely
going to invade my body with his penis today, mating me and filling me
with his adulterous sperm. Yet that was just sex. That was just about
my personal pleasure and ego. What I REALLY wanted was what I had right
now... my wonderful husband making love to me. I knew that if all went
well today with Eric that it would lead to a spectacular night of sex
with my husband and in the end, isn’t that what’s most important?
It was running late for him to get to work on time so he had to pull out
of me and get showered and dressed. God I was so damn horny! While he
was doing his thing, I laid in bed and masturbated until I’d orgasmed a
couple of times. Damn I wished the time for her lesson was here already!
This time I didn’t mess around choosing an outfit. After my discussion
with Alexis I wasn’t worried about what she thought and her mom wouldn’t
be home so why tip-toe around? No bra, no underwear - THAT was a given
from the start. I even fooled around with the idea of wearing a super
short skirt but then I DID have to do a lesson with Alexis to do first
and I wasn’t going to have to worry about baring my pussy to her the
entire time. In the end I wore my standard summer slut uniform - super
short cutoff denim shorts and a belly-baring cut-off t-shirt that had
been too small when I bought it and now after several wash cycles was way
too tight to be even remotely appropriate. But then “appropriate” wasn’t
the look I was going for, not by a long shot.
Sneakers were out as well. Again, why be subtle? I didn’t choose my
highest heels by any stretch of the imagination but these were at the
four inch mark and showed off my thighs and ass to their best. With my
summer tan that I’d been working on I knew my legs looked great even
without them. Hey, I may not have the most fantastic boobs but I’ll put
my ass and legs up against anybody’s!
One thing I definitely wore - my wedding rings. Two reasons - one being
that I love my husband and it means something special to me whenever I’m
having sex with another man men to see my wedding ring on my finger and
remember the vows I made at the altar. Yes, I will love and honor my
husband all the days of my life! Indeed, to me it’s my commitment to my
husband that makes it possible to say I’m not committing adultery when I
have sex outside of marriage. The second reason is that I know it turns
guys on when they fuck me to be reminded that I’m married. Well, I may
allow them to fantasize that I want them more than my husband but that’s
all it will ever be - THEIR fantasy. But hey, if it makes the sex
better, what’s the harm in indulging them a little?
Finally, I rummaged through my dresser drawer of bikinis, debating which
on to wear. I must have had at least a dozen ranging from a relatively
conservative two piece that I hated but had to buy for when I chaperoned
the youth group the previous summer at a pool party. The new youth
pastor was well aware of my reputation and we’d had a very brief but
pointed discussion about what was considered “appropriate”, at least from
his point of view. Technically it wasn’t a discussion really as he did
almost all the talking but I got the message loud and clear. It was a
shame to waste the money as I’d never worn it since!
At the other end of the spectrum was the latest version of what my dad
use to affectionately call “Kelly’s slut suit”. It was a swim suit in
name only as here’s no way it was ever intended to actually be worn in
the water. Not more than a few pieces of small material tied on with
strings, it would definitely have had me thrown out from any public pool
or beach but then that wasn’t why I bought it. There’s only one reason
any girl buys such a suit - to show off her body in as sexy and sensual
manner as possible without actually being nude.
Only my dad and husband had seen me in these type of suits and I saw no
reason to add Eric to that list so I ended up choosing something in
between the two, although biased more towards the slutty side than the
church camp version. Actually I’d found it at Macy’s so it’s not like I
had to shop at some sleazy internet site. It was a peach colored halter
style that tied behind my neck making it easy to undo and drop to expose
my boobs should anyone want to see them. Lots of cleavage of course and
side boob as well but it did more than just cover my nipples and actually
had more coverage than some bras I own. The bikini bottoms weren’t quite
to where I’d call them a thong although the hips were cut high and the
lack of any lining made it easy to get out of the water with an obvious
camel toe.
Tucking my suit into my purse (not like there was all that much to
squeeze in), I headed out the door and was on my way...
******************
Ringing the doorbell, I wondered who would answer this time. Well,
whoever it was must have been waiting for me as no sooner did it go off
than I heard the handle being turned. When the door opened it revealed
them both with Alexis standing in front of her father. We did the
standard greeting thing and Eric closed the door behind me after I’d
stepped into the foyer.
“Whoa!” Eric practically gasped as he stood back and gave me the once-
over - several times in fact. This time around he didn’t even try to
pretend he wasn’t undressing me in his mind - not that there was all that
much to imagine off of me.
“See dad, I told you that she was a slut.”
“Well look who’s calling the kettle black,” I retorted.
To be fair, Alexis’ shorts weren’t nearly as revealing as mine but they
were still an upgrade from the previous ones I’d seen her wearing. That
and her cami came down to cover most of her belly with just a hint of
skin revealed near her waistline. She wasn’t wearing a bra but then it
wasn’t like there was all that much on top that required any support to
begin with. Even then, what she DID have was perky and needed no support
whatsoever.
“Now behave yourself Alexis,” Eric corrected her, “Remember what I told
you.”
Needless to say I’d love to know what he’d told her! Nonetheless, there
was no further hint along those lines. Hmmmmmm, was he just trying to
tease me? If so it was working.
“Well, I guess we should get started,” I proposed.
No doubt neither one of them would’ve protested had I just skipped the
lesson for the day. Alexis undoubtedly had other places she’d rather be
and I was getting some pretty good vibes from her father that he was more
interested in my body than my teaching skills for his daughter’s
education.
From the frown on her face I wondered if maybe Alexis was thinking along
the same lines but she dutifully led the way, leaving her father behind
us. Once at the table we took our seats and I started to ask her about
her homework when she interrupted me.
“So what’s with the slutty outfit?” she asked accusingly, pointing her
finger at me as she sat back in her chair and crossed her tanned legs.
It had the effect of showing them off and I had to say they looked pretty
darn good, even if they were still a little on the skinny side. Another
year. maybe two at most, and she’d be at her prime.
“Oh? What do you mean?” I asked innocently.
She rolled those big brown eyes and shook her head before answering.
“C’mon Kelly, give me a break. My mom would kill me if I ever even ASKED
to wear something like those shorts. Not to mention your tits are
practically hanging out.”
“Does it bother you if I dress this way for our lesson?”
“I don’t give a crap. Not like I’m a lesbian you know.”
Well I couldn’t help but smile a bit at that remark.
“What dos THAT have to do with anything?”
“What?”
“About you not being a lesbian?”
Alexis shrugged. “Just saying, doesn’t matter to me what you wear. I
figured you were a slut anyways after last week - that’s what I told my
dad after you left.”
“Well just so you know, I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“Wasn’t meant to be,” she mumbled.
“Why? Something I said wrong last week?”
Again the shrug but she just sat there this time without responding so I
waited her out by pretending to look through some papers in my notebook.
“Well... first you asked me if I wanted to put my dad’s penis in my
mouth. How sick is that? Then you asked my dad if he wanted to do you
me along with you. Like, what’s with you anyway? Only a dirty slut
would even think of something like that!”
So her dad wasn’t the only one who listened in on other people’s
conversations...
“I was just teasing your dad,” I said defensively although I didn’t know
why I needed to defend myself to her in the first place.
“Just like you teased him today wearing THAT?” she retorted, nodding her
head towards my outfit.
“Well I just happen to enjoy teasing men. Don’t you ever do it? I seem
to recall you mentioning something last week about sitting on his lap
when he had an erection, am I right?”
She frowned at me and leaned forward. “I was just saying he did, not
that I wanted him to be.”
“Well your friend Laura seemed to like it.”
“Her name is Lisa,” Alexis promptly corrected me (I knew the name, I just
wanted to get a rise out of her), “And I don’t believe anything she says
anyways. I mean like how sick to even say that about your own dad.
Don’t you agree?”
I hesitated before answering and she picked up on it immediately.
“You’re kidding, right?” she said in more an accusing tone than a
questioning one.
I realized this was NOT going in a positive direction so I decided
quickly to change tactics. I reached over and rubbed her smooth thigh
briefly and assured her I was just teasing her and how of course I
completely agreed with her about such things. She flinched a little when
my hand touched her so I didn’t let it linger long before sitting back up
straight again in my own chair..
I figured it was time to get to the lesson but before I could say
anything I heard, “So are you gonna do it with my dad?”
Twisting back to face her, I answered, “Why in the world do you think I
would want to do that? I’m married after all.”
“So is he but that doesn’t seem to bother HIM?”
“What do you mean?”
“I know I’m only thirteen but I’m not stupid,” she chided me, “I see how
he looks at you. I see what happened to him down there when you sat on
him and today when he stared at you.”
“Well, lots of men look at me that way,” I told her, “Just as they’ll
look at you too someday. Heck, I bet you already notice the fathers at
the pool or your friends’ house looking, don‘t you?”
She actually blushed which made her suddenly more like a typical thirteen
year-old. Her red cheeks told me more than she could have said in words
if she spent a half-hour trying to respond.
Moving the conversation along, I asked, “Would it really bother you if I
DID have sex with your dad?”
Not exactly the sort of question you ask most young teen girls but then
this conversation was already surreal so why not give it a shot?
She gave me her best “duh” expression followed by, “Well how would YOU
feel if your dad did it with someone besides your mother?”
Although I knew the answer immediately, I paused for a moment to give her
the impression I was considering her question.
“I can’t say I guess. My dad never did.”
Well technically I was telling her the truth. At least as I define it,
my dad never HAS cheated on my mom. No doubt she might have thought
differently had I told her everything but so far as this discussion was
going, I didn’t think I needed to get into any deep philosophical
discussions about adultery and incest.
“I don’t want them to get divorced.”
It was a valid concern. Like what kid DOES want to see their parents
split up? Even though I was an adult, it still hurt when my parents did.
“Well, that would only happen if you told your mom about it.”
OK, so I was laying a guilt trip on her but if I had any chance at all of
meeting my challenge I had to be sure Alexis wasn’t going to throw a
monkey wrench in the works.
“Why can’t you just NOT do it with him?”
Another valid question. I supposed I could’ve gone into a long
explanation of why having sex with married men behind the backs of their
wives was such an incredible turn-on for me. Still, I have problems with
adults sometimes understanding it so how was I going to get a girl her
age whose only concern was that her father was going to do something to
hurt her mom and maybe lad to a divorce.
“Let me explain something Alexis,” I said softly, reaching out to take
her hand in mine. She didn’t pull it back this time which I took as a
good sign.
“When a man like your dad has the feelings and needs that he has now,
sooner or later he’s going to give in and do something about them. I
like to think that if he does it with me once that maybe those ideas and
feelings in him will be satisfied and he won’t cheat on your mom again,
or at least not for a long time. On the other hand, I could NOT do him
today but then he might do it with another woman who might not be so nice
as me.”
“As nice as you?” she asked me sounding a bit perplexed.
“I mean someone discreet and someone who won’t try to make him cheat even
more later. Nice like that.”
“But what about YOUR husband?” she asked. I took it as another good sign
that she seemed to accept what I had just said and now was expressing a
different set of concerns.
I squeezed her hand and smile. “Alexis, I love my husband more than any
other man in the world and I know he loves me just the same. It’s just
sex and we both enjoy it... a LOT. Just because you have sex with
someone else besides your husband doesn’t mean you love him any less.”
She look dubious so I continued, “I know, most people don’t see it that
way, at least they won’t admit they do. But trust me, your dad can fuck
me once and still love your mom just as much after. In fact, I bet he
loves her even more once he gets this out of his system.”
She hadn’t bought it completely, that was obvious, yet at the same time I
could see she was mulling it over and not just outright rejecting
everything as she had a little ways before.
“I guess you’re right,” she mumbled, not sounding at all convinced but it
was good enough for me.
“Would it better if you watched us?”
Now THAT got her attention but I quickly learned it wasn’t the sort of
attention I had hoped for.
“Ewwwww, you mean like watch you and my DAD having sex?”
“So I take it you’ve never seen your mom and dad do it?”
“Ugh!” she exclaimed, “I don’t even like watching them make out. Why,
did you see YOUR parents do it?”
“No I didn’t,” I answered which was 100% truthful so long as you only
considered me the as she was now.
I was actually three years older than her before I ever SAW my parents
making love. Oh sure I HEARD them plenty as their room was right next to
mine and the 100 year-old walls were paper thin. Regardless, sex was
something they kept private between themselves while I was young.
“I can EVEN believe you asked me that,” she grumbled, folding her arms in
a defensive posture, “That’s just sick.”
“I didn’t mean anything bad,” I tried to assure her, “You just seems like
you were a little jealous and I thought just maybe...”
There really didn’t seem to be any point in going on. By now over half
our lesson time had expired so I felt obligated to get in at least a
LITTLE academia considering how much her dad was paying me. For the rest
of the hour we made a half-hearted attempt to go over the material but in
all fairness, it was a total waste of time as I don’t think she listened
to a word I said.
******************
“Soooooo, good lesson today?” Eric asked as he came into the room at the
top of the hour.
Alexis immediately took it as her cue to exit and she hurried out of the
room without a word to either of us.
“So what’s with her?” Eric asked me. I just shrugged and he chuckled,
“Female hormones... god what a mess!”
He went over to the window, apparently to check that this time his
Peeping-Tom daughter was really heading over to her friend’s house. She
must have been as he turned to me with a grin.
“Bring your suit?” he asked.
I nodded and he pretended to be unhappy.
“Aw shucks, I was rather hoping you’d want to go skinny dipping!”
He said it trying to make it sound like he was teasing but there was
something in his eyes that told me he clearly would’ve preferred I’d left
my suit at home. Well, he hadn’t seen it on me yet!
I glanced around. “So where can I change?”
His face scrunched up a bit as he considered. No doubt in his fantasies
I’d either do it right here in front of him or ask to go to his bedroom
where he’d come in while I was naked and fuck me. Well, so much for
fantasies Eric and welcome to reality!
“I guess you can use Alexis’ room,” he offered.
I smiled and nodded so he led me upstairs where her room was a couple
doors down right next to the bathroom. It was a typical teenage girl
room - looked like a tornado had just passed through! Bed unmade,
clothes on the floor, pretty much your standard disaster area. I looked
back and he was standing there watching me.
“Ummmmm, do you mind closing the door or are you just going to stand
there watching me?”
Well no doubt what he WANTED to say but instead he just grinned and
reached for the handle to pull it shut. I wondered what he would’ve done
if he knew that it would’ve been fine with me had he replied that he
wanted to watch me? Heck, for that matter I probably wouldn’t have
stopped him from helping me undress. Once that was done then what would
be the point in even bothering to get dressed again given his daughter’s
bed was available. Oh well, so much for THAT line of thought.
I quickly stripped down until I was bare-ass naked and then pulled out my
bikini from my purse. Before putting it on, I looked around the room and
tried to imagine Alexis in it. Did she look at herself in that long
mirror mounted on the back of her bedroom door? Was she ever nude when
she did, assessing herself in that ultra-critical way only a girl can of
her own body? No matter what anyone might say to me, I never could score
myself more than a six, maybe a seven. There were all those annoying
imperfections that I suppose most guys never bother noticing when their
attention is focused on my boobs, pussy or ass. Even then I would find
fault. There was always something that could be improved.
Turning to the bed, I tried to picture Alexis laying in it at night with
those thin pony legs spread wide apart, her hand nestled between those
smooth tanned thighs as she touched herself. Did she masturbate often?
I didn’t have any doubt that she DID, it was just a question of how much.
There have been very few girls in my life that I’ve known that did not
masturbate to some degree or another. Of those who claimed they didn’t,
I’ve learned that it’s more a question of not wanting to admit so rather
than not actually doing it. By the time I turned thirteen I was
masturbating on a regular basis although not quite as often as when I
first discovered the joys available between my legs! No doubt Alexis had
by now as well.
Enough with the daydreaming... I slipped on my thong bottom and then put
on the bikini top. Using Alexis’ door mirror, I adjusted everything into
place and ran my fingers through my hair to fluff it out over my
shoulders. Thankfully I’d shaved my crotch earlier as my so-called
bikini bottom wasn’t covering much more than the slit of my pussy. Heck,
if I actually wore it in the pool for some odd reason it would probably
slide between my labia and more or less cover nothing. The top did a
nice job of supporting my boobs just enough to enhance my cleavage with
plenty of side boob showing. With no lining my nipples were showing
prominently even without being fully excited at the moment.
Inspection complete, I slipped on my heels again - something about a girl
in a bikini and heels seems to turn guys on. Heck, even the Miss America
type pageants figured that one out decades ago! I stuffed my clothes
into a plastic grocery bad I’d brought with me, grabbed my purse and
stepped back out into the hallway.
“Oh yeah... now THAT’s what I call a bikini,” Eric wolf-whistled from a
few feet away where he’d been waiting for me.
I grinned and followed him back downstairs again where he led the way
through the kitchen and then through a set of double sliding doors out
onto a concrete patio that stretched out to the pool. It was an older
pool and I saw where the mounts for a long-gone diving board had been.
Thus there was a deep end which sloped up to a shallow end that looked to
be maybe a few feet deep at most. What really drew my attention was a
hot tub that looked like it had been added recently given it wasn’t
built-in but rather stood atop the patio with steps leading to it.
“So what do you think?” Eric asked as he turned and stretched out his
arms.
“Nice... really nice,” I complimented him nodding my head.
“Take a seat,” Eric offered as he pulled out a chair by the glass table
under a bright yellow umbrella. It had nice soft cushions which were far
better than what you usually found in cheap lawn furniture. For that
matter, nothing I could see looked like it came from Walmart.
“Thanks,” I said as I took a seat and crossed my legs, very much aware
that as I did his eyes were glued to them, especially up higher near my
crotch.
For the next fifteen minutes or so it was like for one reason or another
we were rationalizing being here, as if there needed to be some excuse
for a 29 year-old married woman to be sitting with a mid-thirties married
man whose wife was totally unaware of who he was seeing in her absence.
Come to think of it, I’d really only met her briefly and since having
started I’d only met her husband so it wasn’t like I knew her all that
well.
“It’s getting pretty hot... do you want to take a dip?” Eric offered.
I just giggled playfully. “In this?” I teased him, running my fingers
down from my bosom to my hips.
Eric grinned answering, “Well I guess that wasn’t exactly designed to
ever get wet.”
We both laughed and then he asked If I wanted something to drink. He
offered me wine but I politely turned him down and asked if he had a Diet
Coke instead. He seemed a little surprised but just shrugged and
disappeared into the house, leaving me alone by the pool.
Waiting for Eric to return, I sat their contemplating my current
predicament. Just where was this all going? Oh sure there had been lots
of flirting and suggestive talk but then I’d been down this path before
with plenty of other married men. Truth be known, the more a guy talked
about cheating or at the very least suggested it by his actions, the less
I’ve found he is really ready to do it. So far that was exactly what
Eric had been doing. Oh sure he’d been wildly suggestive and indeed, his
eyes had been practically undressing me from the first time he’d seen me
but did that really mean anything? Lots of men window shop but few buy
the goods.
My thoughts were interrupted by Eric’s return. He set down a large ice-
filled glass of what looked to be my favorite beverage along with a beer
for himself.
“Figured you for a white or pink wine girl,” he commented as he took a
seat again opposite me.
“Just never been much for anything alcoholic I guess,” I said trying not
to sound defensive. Funny how it is that everyone seems to expect me to
drink white wine when in reality I could probably count the total number
of glasses I’d drunk in my life on my fingers and toes.
Eric had also taken the opportunity to change into a swim suit, a rather
baggy blue pair that came down almost to his knees. Well, at least it
was better than a Speedo! Like a thong bikini for women, certain
articles of clothing should require a license to wear! He was a bit
overweight such that his belly hid the elastic band of his suit but not
overly so. Really, at his age most men have developed a bit of a pot
belly so if you’re going to want to have sex with them then it’s just
something you have to accept.
As for the rest of his body, Eric was a bit on the hairy side which I can
take or leave. Chest hair is fine but heavy shoulder and back hair
starts to look a bit pre-evolutionary. Still, the only time I really get
turned off is when it comes to facial hair. PLEASE guys, shave it off!
Regarding pubic hair - don’t you dare even trim it!. Yeah, sort of
ironic I guess how I hate the feel of hair against my face when I kiss a
guy yet when I’m sucking his dick I love his coarse pubic hair rubbing
against my cheeks. I also love pubic hair for when I’m reaching into a
man’s pants like in public and feel my fingers running through a thick
bush in his crotch. That and let’s face it guys, as much as I enjoy what
they do and what I do with them, a dick and set of balls just look a
little creepy without any hair around them. Guys might like women
looking like little girls but I don’t know many women who like men
looking like little boys.
“So do you typically hang out with the parents of your students in an
outfit like that?”
It really wasn’t a question in terms of wanting an answer to his specific
question. I can read between the lines with the best of them! What he
meant to ask was, “Do you typically hang out with the fathers of your
students all but naked?” That to be followed closely by, “And do you
have sex with them?” if he was like most men.
“Noooooo,” I answered teasingly, “I don’t think so.”
“So why today?”
Now that WAS an honest question for which he probably wanted an answer.
Well, for starters I couldn’t tell him the truth. No matter how horny he
may be, telling him I was doing this based on a dare issued by my husband
that I was bound to follow wouldn’t have exactly set the mood in the
right direction. So I took a different approach...
“I hope you don’t mind I picked this one?” I said in a worried tone of
voice, “You don’t like it?”
Whoa, I almost said, “My dad loves it,” but caught myself in time. Talk
about a potential Freudian slip!
Eric quickly backtracked. “Oh no, I didn’t mean that at all Kelly!”
Then he asked what was probably the most honest and thought-provoking
question he could’ve.
“OK, let’s be honest. I know I’m no Abercrombie & Fitch model while you
belong on the cover. Sexy girls like you just don’t come onto guys like
me without there being some ulterior motive.”
“Oh? So you think I’m sexy?” I asked before he had a chance to even
finish.
Poor Eric, I could see he was struggling. Gone was all the swagger. It
was almost like he was afraid that at any moment the cameras would come
out and some jackass stuck a microphone in his startled face to tell him
it was all some practical joke. Had he maybe figured that this would
never really happen and now that it was, did he think it was a case of
something being too good to be true?
My mind was racing. Indeed, Eric wasn't the only one for which this
wasn’t exactly going according to script. I think that I could’ve
handled most anything I guess but to see him in such a state of distress
almost made me feel guilty for what I was about to do... almost.
Standing up, I moved in closer to him until I was right in front of him.
Then I put one hand on each of his hairy shoulders which caused me to
lean forward and all but falling out of my bikini top in the process.
Looking at him straight in the eyes...
“Eric, when a girl comes on to you, the polite thing to do is say
something nice about her and stop putting yourself down.”
A grin started to form and no doubt had I looked down I would have seen
another shape taking form but I kept looking straight at his face as I
waited for his response.
“Well OK... You look fantastic Kelly... totally hot.”
“Do you know why you turn me on Eric?”
He just shook his head which was probably the best I could hope for at
the moment.
“One... you’re married. Two... you have a hot teenager daughter.
Three... you’re wife isn’t bad herself. And four... I like the way your
dick gets hard when you’re around me.”
The first three he didn’t have a problem with. It was when I rattled
off the fourth that he seemed to be a bit embarrassed.
“Oh don’t worry about THAT! I love it,” I said in as seductive a tone as
I could muster, taking my right hand and planting the palm of it onto the
erection hiding beneath his baggy swim trunks. He immediately squirmed a
bit.
“Kelly, what the hell are you doing?”
I started to rub his crotch slowly through his trunks. He didn’t push me
away yet at the same time I could tell he was really tense.
“I’m doing exactly what YOU want me to do Eric.”
“Oh god... I’m married Kelly. We can’t do this. Shit, I mean you’re
married too. How can you cheat on your husband like this?”
Then the REAL worry came out as he glanced back towards the house. “What
if Alexis comes back? Shit, she could be back any time now!”
He kept looking back at the house so I reached out to his chin with my
left hand, keeping my right on his crotch. Turning his head back to me,
I released his chin and reached behind my neck to undo my bikini top.
Just in time I remembered something important - my challenge
requirements. Damn!
“Be right back!”
Poor Eric looked totally perplexed as I raced back into the house for my
purse. Grabbing my phone, I was back where I’d started with maybe barely
a minute gone by. Eric saw the phone in my hand and I could see he was
dying to ask me what was going on.
“I hope you don’t mind....,” I said seductively as I handed him the
phone. He still looked like he didn’t understand so I added, “Don’t you
want to be able to watch this again later?”
“Really?” he asked, his eyes widening as if I’d just handed him the
winning lottery ticket. Well, he didn’t have to know that I had no
intention of him ever actually having it for himself.
“Do a good job,” I said with a smile as I loosened the knot behind my
neck. It immediately fell and exposed my boobs as I saw him moving the
phone to capture everything. God, Steve was going to fuck me REALLY good
when he saw this one!
“C’mon Eric, don’t you want to touch my boobs?”
OK, so I wasn’t fighting fair but then I had to make sure I didn’t let
this fish off the hook. After all, I had a dare to fulfill!
Poor Eric, it was like he just melted in front of me.
“Oh my god,” he gasped as he stared at my boobs. They might not be the
biggest in the world but they’re 100% real and I like to think they look
pretty damn good!
“Well don’t just stare at them... you can touch them.”
He slowly raised his free hand to my chest and I felt it cradle my boob.
At first he just pressed and then I felt his fingers squeeze and fondle
me. Meanwhile I was still slowly rubbing his crotch.
“So do you like my breasts Eric?” I asked him softly, “Do they remind you
of Alexis’?”
“Oh fuck,” he groaned and then he caved. It was like the thought of his
daughter’s young teen breasts was the last straw that broke the back of
his willpower.
“God yes... they do,” he murmured in a barely audible voice. How he
managed to keep the phone on me I didn’t know but somehow he seemed to be
managing.
“I saw you looking at her... I saw the expression on your face... I also
the erection in your pants when you did,” I told him without accusing him
but more like I was confirming what he knew was true.
Using both hands, I reached into the top of his swim shorts and pulled
the string loose that held it tight. That allowed me to pull down the
front with my left hand and reach into them with right until I had my
hand wrapped around what was now a VERY stiff dick.
“Mmmmmmm, you’re so nice and hard Eric,” I murmured to him, “You want to
fuck her, don’t you? You want to fuck Alexis. You want to fuck your
thirteen year-old virgin daughter.”
OK, so I was pushing him a bit and there was always the risk of going too
fast and scaring him off, especially since everything was being recorded.
Still, this wasn’t my first rodeo and as horny as he obviously was the
risks seemed minimal. If anything, I was more concerned about exactly
what he’d voiced earlier - the unexpected return of Alexis. Oh sure the
concept was erotic but as I always say, you have to be able to separate
reality from fantasy.
“Yes,” he gasped but that wasn’t good enough for me.
“Say it then... tell me what you want.”
His hand squeezed my boob really tight then but I didn’t protest and he
didn’t disappoint me.
“I want to fuck her... I want so bad to fuck Alexis.”
“Give me the phone,” I demanded and he reluctantly stopped the video and
handed it to me. I took control from that point forward.
“Now close your eyes,” I said softly, gently squeezing his dick. He
would have done about anything I think for me at that moment so closing
his eyes was a pretty easy thing for him to do.
I took a deep breath. “Oh daddy, I love the feel of your dick.”
His eyes immediately popped open!
“Close them!” I said abruptly which caused him to immediately do so.
“Now don’t open them again.”
My drill sergeant tone disappeared only to be replaced by my teenage girl
voice.
“Take these off,” I told him as I tugged on his swim suit.
It was a little difficult with only one hand available but I wanted to
record everything he was saying about his desires for his daughter. God
Steve was going to love this!
It pleased me that he kept his eyes tightly shut as he released my boobs
(which was actually not a bad thing given how hard he’d been squeezing
them!) and used both hands to pull his suit down and drop them to his
ankles, stepping out of them and letting them lay on the concrete.
“Mmmmmmm, you look so sexy daddy when your cock is so hard.”
I squatted between his legs and kissed the tip of his dick. Keeping an
eye on him, I noticed his eyes started to open to catch a glimpse but
when he saw me staring at him he quickly shut them tight again.
“Do you want me to suck your dick daddy?”
It was like all the air in his lungs escaped as he sighed deeply and then
took a deep breath.
“Oh yes baby... suck daddy’s dick... I so want you to suck it.”
He didn’t have to ask twice!
As I sucked him one thought came to mind as he groaned and his cock
twitched as my mouth and tongue worked it... Alexis might be half my age
and cuter than hell but there was no way on God’s green earth that she
could ever hope to give her dad the kind of blowjob I was giving him!
Give her a few more years and a few dozen dicks and maybe she might be
competitive but for now, daddy was getting the BJ of his life as I
doubted his wife was any match for my skills either. OK, so maybe I’m
bragging a bit but personally, based on my experience and results I think
I can back up everything I’ve said!
His cock was rigid and it wasn’t long before the telltale signs began to
emerge. Not knowing his physical condition I couldn’t be certain, but
still by taking into account things like age and weight I would have been
surprised if he was going to be capable of cumming more than once in any
reasonable time period. Well, we didn’t have that much time and I didn’t
want him shooting his load prematurely so I slowed down a bit on the
blowjob.
“Oh fuck don’t stop Lexi,” he groaned, putting his hands on my head and
trying to pull me back into his crotch.
Now I’d never heard him refer to her with that nickname so I knew he was
pretty much buried in his fantasy of me being his daughter now which just
made it all the hotter for me. Well, that fantasy was about to get a
whole lot more real - and soon.
Standing up (my knees were a little sore now from being bent so long but
I managed), again I was pleased to see his eyes never opened even once.
I’d have loved to be able to read his thought just then to see what image
he’d conjured up in his mind.
“What do you want now daddy,” I whispered into his ear as I held his
throbbing dick in my hand while doing my best to keep the camera on
target. God, it felt like it was on fire! He didn’t hesitate.
“Daddy wants to fuck his baby girl... I want to feel it inside of you.”
“Oh yes daddy, I love you,” I replied.
Now had he been MY dad I would have leaned over and kissed him but he
wasn’t and frankly, I didn’t think he cared one way or the other at this
point. Indeed, all Eric wanted right now was to fuck his thirteen year
old daughter and nothing in the world was going to stop him from living
out his fantasy at this moment.
I started to try and straddle him but the patio furniture simply wasn’t
cooperating. Oh well, there was more than one way to skin this cat!
Grabbing his dick like a leash, I moved to the table where I leaned over
until I was on my elbows with my ass sticking out towards him. No doubt
he’d peeked a little which was OK with me as it made it easier for him to
get into position behind me. Switching my hands around, it just got to
be too hard to handle the phone and this. Besides, even though I had the
biggest memory available it was about at the end of the recording time
available anyway so I turned it off and laid it to the side, making it so
much easier to reach between my legs and grab his cock, pulling it in
towards my eager wet pussy.
“Do it daddy,” I encouraged him as I felt his dick pressing against the
tight entrance to my pussy, “I want you inside of me.”
Well, I went from “wanting” to “having” just a few seconds later as I
felt Eric’s pipe-hard cock splitting me apart and forcing its way inside
of me. Mmmmmmm, it felt so good to feel him deeper and deeper inside of
me! Of course there was the added bonus of knowing it was his daughter’s
pussy that he was fantasizing about fucking at the moment.
“Fuck you’re so tight,” he groaned as I felt him push the rest of his
dick into me until the base of his crotch was pressed against my ass, the
teasing feel of his lush pubic hair against my smooth bare butt.
“That’s it daddy... fuck me!”
Again, I didn’t have to ask twice as Eric pounded my warm pussy from
behind, pushing me into the glass table with each thrust.
OK so I loved it, what can I say? The whole scenario was just so damn
erotic! Eric was everything that turned me on in this sort of
situation... a cheating husband, an incestuous father (at least by
intent), fucking me out in the middle of the patio in full view of anyone
who might look from the house. Any wonder I came so hard?
“Oh daddy, I’m cumming!” I cried out as my orgasm overwhelmed me like a
tsunami overtaking everyone on the beach. My pussy clamped down on his
adulterous dick, my cum pouring out of me and down my leg as it felt like
every pore of my body was tingling.
It was enough for him as I heard him cry out, “Oh Lexi, I want to cum
inside of you.”
My own orgasm had retreated just enough for me to somehow respond with,
“Yes daddy, cum in me... mate me daddy... make me yours daddy. I want to
be all yours.”
“Oh Lexi!!!!” he called out as I felt his hands on my hips, pulling me
into his as he buried his dick as deep as he could inside of me.
Into my pussy his sperm spewed from his throbbing dick. With each thrust
of his hips I could envision yet another stream of white cum rushing from
the tip of his cock deep inside my welcoming pussy. Of course unlike his
daughter’s at the moment, mine wasn’t throwing out the welcome mat in
terms of a waiting egg but what difference did that make at a time like
this? It was the symbolism that counted as much as anything.
“Oh my god!” he gasped as he finished.
Gasping for air, I turned my head back over my shoulder to look at him.
His eyes were open now and they met mine, followed by the biggest grin
I’d seen yet from him.
“You can stay in me a while if you want daddy,” I offered since he didn’t
seem in any hurry to pull out of me. As if to emphasize my invitation, I
squeezed down on him a bit with my pussy which made his eyes widen a bit.
“Oh shit... God your pussy feels so good!”
I smiled and wiggled my ass against him.
“Well, your cock isn’t doing such a bad job either you know.”
We both laughed but then I saw him glance at the house and suddenly he
pulled out of me so quick it almost shocked me.
“Oh fuck!” he gasped, reaching down for his suit, “You have to get
yourself fixed up... hurry!”
I lifted myself up, feeling a little light headed after such a great
fuck. It’s not like there’s some switch to just turn these sort of
things on and off you know.
“C’mon Kelly, NOW!”
I turned and pulled my thing back over from where he had tugged it to the
side to make way for his dick to get in me. Not like it made much
difference as it was quickly soaked with his cum that was draining out of
me now that I was upright. My top was still hanging loosely so it didn’t
take a lot to pull it behind my neck and tie it once again.
“What’s going...”
He didn’t let me finish.
“She’s home!”
“Who?”
“Alexis!”
I couldn't help but notice he now referred to her by her full name
instead of the shorter version he’d used while imagining it was her he
was fucking instead of me. Under different circumstances I might’ve
teased him about it but right now he was in full panic mode. I looked at
the house but didn’t see anything different than I’d seen since we’d left
it. What in the world was going on?
“Are you sure?”
Eric had his swim suit waistband tied again. He looked at me and then
his eyes went wide open as he glanced down at my crotch. He grabbed a
towel and tossed it to me.
“Put this around you,” he instructed me. I held it in place, not quite
understanding what he was worried about so he added, “She can’t see...
THAT!”
Oh.... THAT! He was, of course, referring to the obvious wetness of my
crotch, not to mention the cum on the inside of my thigh. I suppose he
had a point - it would’ve been a bit difficult to explain. Not to
mention that everything about us even being out here was going to be
difficult to explain as well.
“Let’s see if we can get you out of here before she sees you.”
I suppose I could have been a little upset at the way he was now treating
me as used luggage but to be fair, it was completely expected. First,
he’d just finish unloading and like most men no doubt along with his
sperm had gone his horniness, at least for the next half hour or so.
Second, there was his smart-ass little daughter. As much as he might
fantasize about having sex with her, he was under no delusions that it
might even have the slightest probability of happening. Then of course
Alexis might also tell her mom. Even if somehow he managed to come up
with some cock and bull story about what the two of us were doing out on
the patio - obviously not swimming, there was no way her mom was going to
buy it for an instant.
We hurried back to the house with him in the lead. The coast was clear
in the kitchen and just as I thought I might make it out the front door
without being caught a voice from the top of the stairs called out.
“You’re still here Kelly? I saw your car and I wondered.”
Oh yeah - that was one minor point Eric hadn’t remembered. Even if she
hadn’t seen me in the house, how could she have missed my car sitting in
the driveway?
I couldn't just ignore her and run out so I stopped and turned to face
her as she hustled down the steps to the foyer.
“So you guys went swimming?” she started to ask and then she looked at me
again and her eyes opened wide as she gasped, “Wearing THAT?”
I started to answer but Eric couldn’t keep his big mouth shut. No doubt
I could’ve bluffed my way out of this easily but he insisted on screwing
things up.
“I was just showing Kelly the new patio furniture.”
Good grief! Did he even think for a moment she was going to buy anything
as corny as that? Well, as her tutor my pupil didn’t disappoint me.
“So you had to change into your swim suit, or whatever that is you’re
wearing Kelly, just to go out on the patio?” she asked me like I was a
witness being grilled on the stand.
Oh what the heck, why bother with all this crap? For me, it was “mission
accomplished”. My husband had dared me to fuck Eric. He had fucked me.
He’d dared me to capture it on video. I had tons of “evidence”.
Really, like what more need I do? Heck, it wasn’t my fault she’d come
home early. Let her father deal with her.
“You know, I really have to get going... I have another tutoring session
in an hour.”
It was a total lie but they didn’t know it.
“Well you better clean THAT off before you go for your next ‘lesson’,”
Alexis pointed out rather sarcastically with a glance towards my legs
where the towel had slipped and exposed my cum-covered thigh. “And it
looks like you’ll need a new suit, or whatever you call that,” her eyes
zeroing in on my damp crotch like a laser beam.
If she sounded a little bitchy then who could blame her? Alexis was only
thirteen for goodness sakes but she was old enough to know full well what
happens between men and women. I suppose she was having a hard time
processing the evidence so far but it wouldn’t be long before she’d have
a handle on it. Something told me there was going to be a VERY
interesting father-daughter discussion as soon as I was out the door.
Well, if she was as smart as I thought she was then somebody was about to
get some new clothes, a phone and her own credit card!
***************
Back at home I triumphantly related the day’s events to my horny husband.
Wow, he LOVED the video, especially where Eric was telling me all his
desires for Alexis. Not surprising, Steve was more interested in Alexis
than her father so he was a little unhappy I hadn’t taken any of her.
Still, I’d won the dare fair and square. He still had most of the summer
to go so who knew what he’d come up for me next.
Knowing my husband, he’d come up with something real soon...
THE END