Subject:     Thanksgiving Surprise
Story Codes: MF adultery
Diary Date:  November 28, 2014
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary
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“Integrity is what you do when nobody is watching.”

“A husband is only as faithful as his options.”

Table of Contents
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   Chapter 1 - Family Complications
   Chapter 2 - Thanksgiving Day
   Chapter 3 - The Day After


Chapter 1 - Family Complications
================================

When I with someone about incest or read an e-mail sent to me by someone 
who read my diary, I can’t help but get the impression that people think 
that whenever our family gets together it’s just one big orgy, like 
somehow sex permeates everything we do.  The truth of the matter is for 
the most part I’d say our family gatherings aren’t any different than 
anyone else’s.  Undoubtedly one big reason is that not everyone in my 
extended family is even aware of everything that goes on.  On my dad’s 
side, his is the only one family where everyone is involved and by that 
it’s just me along with the knowledge of my mother.  While both of his 
brothers have been with me and my mom, only my Uncle Jim, the youngest of 
the three brothers, has fucked his own daughter and only my cousin Rick 
has fucked me and only his youngest sister Tammy.

Given the obvious complications, it shouldn’t be hard to understand why 
when we all get together for Thanksgiving or Christmas that it’s 
definitely NOT anything wild and crazy.  Oh sure there’s the occasional 
sneaking about and fooling around but then I’d be willing to be that 
there’s a lot more of that going on during many family get-togethers than 
people may want to admit.  Granted, it may not be so much incestual but 
then again, who knows?

Sometimes I do have to wonder what it would be like if we didn’t have to 
keep everything so secretive.  I’m not saying that I necessarily want to 
do anything weird like fuck my dad in front of everyone while opening 
Christmas presents.  Still, it would be nice to be able to thank him with 
a proper kiss without creating a scandal.  I’d be lying if I said I 
hadn’t fantasized about a whole family sex party, especially now that the 
younger ones are getting older.  Excluding my two year-old daughter, the 
only grandchild that is really too young to be exposed to anything is my 
cousin Laura’s youngest daughter Alicia.  At six years-old I really think 
that’s too young, despite what some people might think.  Her other 
daughter Julie turned eight this past September and while again I think 
that’s too young to be actively involved in anything, that wouldn’t mean 
she couldn’t watch and learn.

The only other grandchildren (so far at least) are Katlyn and Ryan, the 
product of my cousin Ginny and her husband Bill.  Katlyn has developed 
into an incredibly cute young teenager and I know my husband certainly 
wouldn’t mind getting to know the fourteen year-old much more intimately.  
Her brother Ryan is a year younger and no doubt masturbating by now.  
Regardless of the potential though, only my Uncle Paul, the patriarch of 
that part of the family, is the only one with any knowledge of what goes 
on behind the scenes which pretty much keeps the rest off-limits.  I know 
if my Aunt Julie even had a clue that her husband had fucked me and my 
mom that all hell would break loose so just imagine if any of her kids or 
grandkids were involved!

The same pretty much applies to my Aunt Shari, the bitchy wife of my 
Uncle Jim.  Aunt Shari represents everything that gives Christians a bad 
name - the “holier than thou” attitude, judgmental scorn, preaching, and 
general annoyance that drives my bananas.  Perhaps that’s why while I 
enjoy sex with my Uncle Paul a LOT more than with Uncle Jim, I find that 
I get much more satisfaction out of fucking Aunt Shari’s husband than I 
do with Aunt Julie’s.  Anytime Aunt Shari complains to me about the 
clothes I’m wearing I just smile and imagine the look on her face if she 
could only see her husband’s dick in my pussy - or her son’s for that 
matter. Maybe even better - her reaction if she ever learned that it was 
my dad who took her daughter’s virginity, and when she was barely 
fourteen at that!  OK, so maybe I’m being petty but who can really blame 
me?

So complicated?  Indeed it is!  It helps that while not all my relatives 
are exactly model citizens (I’m thinking about my Uncle Jim in 
particular) at the same time they aren’t stupid.  It’s the classic “don’t 
kill the golden goose” and everyone knows it.  While everyone now in the 
family that’s involved is well over eighteen so technically we’re not 
doing anything illegal, incest is still a huge taboo in our society.  On 
top of that, if our history ever leaked out then who knows what would 
happen.  Sure I was sixteen before my dad started fucking me but that 
really doesn’t matter.  Under eighteen is under eighteen and it really 
doesn’t make a lot of difference if it’s one day or two years.  Then 
there’s my cousin Tammy who was only fourteen when she was having sex 
with her father, brother and horny uncle...

Which brings me to Thanksgiving 2014...


Chapter 2 - Thanksgiving Dinner
===============================

When it comes to traditions, probably no two holidays are more filled 
than Thanksgiving and Christmas.  For my family, the issue over whose 
house was settled many years ago by establishing the tradition of 
rotating between the homes of my father’s generation. Thankfully that 
left me out which was a good thing as I doubt everything could fit in our 
tiny apartment standing up, let alone find a place to sit.

This year was my dad’s turn.  Given my Aunt Linda was now living with 
him, it effectively meant it was her turn as well.  

Yeah.... talk about scandals...  When my aunt moved in with my dad 
shortly after my mom moved out (shortly as the very next morning), I know 
it created quite a stir amongst the family.  For those of us that knew 
the true relationship between them there was no surprise. Heck, my dad 
had been fucking my mom’s younger sister since she was in grade school 
and getting married didn’t change anything.  Granted, even I didn’t know 
he was still doing her until he started fucking me, so it’s not like they 
made it obvious to the rest of the family.  Then again, I’ll be the first 
to say I was naïve about a LOT of things back then so who knows?

So anyways, the next time the schedule went out to remind everyone of who 
was hosting when, my aunt’s name was quietly left off with the 
implication she was now included with my dad.  Nothing was ever said but 
I had to admit I couldn't help but smile a little when I noticed, 
especially being it was my Aunt Shari who was the keeper of the schedule.  
Oh yeah, she must have been having a fit when she made the change!

Every year there was another tradition, although I don’t think anyone 
came right out and called it one.  It was the “let’s forget all the fuss 
and go out to eat” debate.  Many of my friends and their families have 
started doing this and when they tell me about how great the buffets are 
these days and how easy it makes it for everyone I have to say I think 
there’s merit in the idea. However, I know it means a lot to my 
grandparents to get everyone around the table again (even if that means 
several tables these days) so while not meaning to sound morbid, I 
imagine things will stay as they are until they pass.

While my parents were married I use to help out when it was their turn to 
host. Now that my aunt is involved though I’ve sort of passed the reigns 
over to my cousin Kristi.  Well, not completely as when it comes to 
cooking Kristi isn’t exactly much of a chef.  Let’s be real, she didn’t 
get where she is today on her feet in the kitchen.  More like on her back 
in the ... well, wherever she might be!

This year I’ve also been blessed with an even better excuse for dodging 
as much of the work as possible.  Like who asks a pregnant woman to do 
dinner?  OK, so it’s not like I was closing on nine months and ready to 
drop but hey, why not take advantage of it?  It’s not like I get to have 
THAT many holidays with one in my own oven!

As things turned out, I was pretty much ordered to stay away so Steve and 
I didn’t show up at my dad’s house until around noon with our cute two-
year-old in tow.  Being the youngest grandchild now and the only toddler 
she was sure to be the center of attention which meant I was actually 
going to be blessed with plenty of help from fawning relatives.  It was 
like a two-fer in that I was pregnant AND had the cutest grandchild (if I 
say so myself).

One of my more enjoyable ”traditions” is the classic “tease the uncles”. 
This was a lot easier back when I was younger.  When you’re fourteen you 
can practically get away with murder!  Now with me closing in on thirty 
(OMG!) if I were even do a fraction of the hijinks my cousin Kristi and I 
use to do everyone would be shocked, especially now with my extended 
stomach.  Sitting on my uncle’s lap and grinding was a lot of fun and to 
be honest, something I wouldn’t mind doing to this day, but as with many 
things I’ve already mentioned, just not something you do in “mixed” 
company.  Heck, I was even wearing panties!

That all said, it’s not like I’ve been converted to be a nun either.  
During the course of the day I’d press up against them, especially my 
Uncle Paul who was my favorite.  At first I wasn’t sure how he would 
react given my pregnancy but he didn’t seem to mind at all.  In fact, a 
few times he even reached under my dress and rubbed my crotch when he 
thought he could get away with it. It was just all teasing and such.  As 
crowded as the house was there really wasn’t much in the way of 
opportunity even if we HAD wanted to be more naughty.  It didn’t help 
that the weather sucked which further limited potential locations.

Although my attention was largely focused on my two uncles, there were a 
few times when I couldn't help but glance at my Alan and Bill.  Alan was 
married to my cousin Laura who was my age with him being just a year 
older, a little younger than my own husband. Bill, the older brother, was 
now 38 which made him just a little older than Kristi’s husband Ben.  
Both of them were really sweet guys and neither had ever shown any 
interest in me other than the occasional glance at my rear or boobs.  
Heck, they WERE guys after all and frankly I’d have wondered a little 
about them if they hadn’t!   As for my cousins Laura and Ginny, other 
than a rather crazy bachelorette party MANY years ago, so far as I knew 
they were “straight” both in terms of their own sexual orientation and 
their marriages as well.

So far as I knew, neither Laura or Ginny has any idea that Steve and I 
were swingers.  While the idea of swapping with them was an occasional 
masturbation fantasy of mine, I’d never seriously entertained the idea.  
Of course it goes without saying that my husband Steve was more 
interested in Ginny’s fourteen year-old daughter Katlyn.  She was just 
twelve when she had been in my wedding along with her mother which some 
people found a little strange but they both loved it.  I remember how 
badly Steve had lusted for her.  I mean like he even mentioned her the 
first time we had sex after the ceremony!  My dad would have probably 
sacrificed a kidney to have her like he had my cousin Tammy.  Well, I 
figured he should be thankful for being able to pop the cherry of one 
fourteen year-old niece.  Like two would be a little bit greedy, LOL.

Speaking of my cousin Ginny and Katlyn, it just goes to further 
illustrate the differences between my fantasies and my husband’s.  
Fortunately we’ve managed to work things out so we avoided the conflicts 
that led to my parents’ divorce but I’d be only fooling myself if I said 
there weren’t still some tense moments at times. Like in my fantasies I’d 
love to swap with me spending the night with Bill while my husband 
enjoyed my cousin Ginny. In my fantasy we’d do it in Katlyn’s bed and I’d 
role play as her but that would be the extent of her involvement. 

In sharp contrast, while my husband’s fantasy would be for me to make out 
with my cousin Ginny while Steve fucked hot little Katlyn.  As for where 
Paul fit in, that’s the beauty of fantasy I guess as he wouldn’t be 
involved.  So little wonder that more than once I had to poke my irony 
husband when I caught him staring at Katlyn.  It wasn’t helping that she 
was wearing jeans that looked like they’d been spray-painted on her with 
a tight blouse that helped emphasize her growing breasts.  Yes, she was 
wearing a bra but at her age the push-up style helped them look a little 
bigger.

“For crying out loud behave yourself!” I’d whisper sharply in his ear.  
Oh yeah, he knew exactly what I was talking about even if he tried to 
deny it.

“Whatever...,” was probably one of the most common responses, if he even 
said anything more than a grunt.

While I wouldn’t have stopped my husband from fucking Katlyn, assuming 
that VERY remote possibility ever happened, I can’t say it would 
necessarily turn me on.  Then again, as a general rule watching Steve 
fuck other women has never really been a big turn-on for me, except 
perhaps when it was with my mom.  Now if he ever fucked his own mother, 
now THAT I’d love to watch but that’s something like the Katlyn situation 
in that I’d given up on that possibility a long time ago.  Although my 
husband may have what some people would consider a totally inappropriate 
relationship with his mother, it’s never included having sex.  I could go 
on and on about it but let’s just say it borders on being weird, LOL.  
Bottom line is my husband is no different than most men I know - turned 
on by incest so long as it involves someone else’s family and not his 
own.

By the time the day ended I’d say it was probably had been one of the 
most “normal” Thanksgiving dinners we’d had in a long time, at least 
normal in terms of how most of the world would define it.  No sneaking 
off for even so much as a blow job, at least if someone HAD done it they 
didn’t bother to let me know.  If it had been my cousin Kristi I’m sure 
she would have been bragging all about it!  As for Tammy, she was all but 
engaged and so far as I knew hadn’t engaged in any incestual sex in a 
couple of years now.  That pretty much left my Aunt Linda and I knew she 
wasn’t typically involved in such things during these affairs so it 
looked like the men just had to get by without.  Oh well, not like they 
didn’t get it most times whenever they wanted it.

That said, I’m not saying the day was a total bust.  Steve and I hung 
around afterwards to help clean up a bit, at least that was the excuse we 
were using so far as everyone else was concerned.  Both my husband and 
father were horny so between my aunt and I we took care of THAT problem, 
LOL.  Personally I was running a bit tired by that time so we didn’t take 
long but my dad seemed happy and that’s what counted so far as I was 
concerned.  It’s sort of funny to me how guys get turned on fucking a 
pregnant woman and my dad was no exception.

As things turned out, my dad wasn’t the only guy that day who had a 
fetish for pregnant women...


Chapter 3 - The Day After
=========================

As I mentioned, while we told everyone that Steve and I were hanging 
around to help put things away, the truth of the matter was very little 
cleaning got done.  If anything I’d say we may have left it even messier.  
The next morning I woke and with Steve home I decided that maybe I should 
follow up and actually help clean up my dad’s place a little. 

While the day after Thanksgiving is a holiday for most - not to mention 
the shopping, my dad’s work rarely allowed him to take consecutive days 
off so I knew he’d be downtown in the office early doing whatever it was 
he did in the world of corporate law.  As for my aunt, she’d mentioned 
something about a couple from Canada doing some house hunting.  She 
pretended to complain that they didn’t care about American holidays but I 
knew better.  My aunt would do most anything for a sale and I mean just 
about anything.  She and Kristi had been talking strategy off in the 
corner before Thanksgiving dinner so no doubt they were pulling the 
“mother-daughter” ploy to rope in some client.  Well, whatever works I 
guess in the cut-throat world of real estate sales.

Soooooo, that meant I’d have my dad’s house to myself.  I smiled, wishing 
it was summer so I could use the hot tub, or at least not as cold as it 
was this day.  We pretty much used the hot tub year-round but having to 
deal with the cover and everything in frigid weather was a pain, 
especially in my current condition.  Granted, I wasn’t even showing a lot 
yet but my back was already feeling it!

Everything in our apartment was under control so I threw on some casual 
clothes appropriate for cleaning, kissed my sleepy husband and headed 
over to my dad’s house.  I’d chosen an old pair of sweatpants, an 
oversized Steeler sweatshirt, and one of more comfortable pair of 
sneakers so it wasn’t like I’d be turning any heads, LOL.  Then again, I 
doubted anyone would even see me so it really didn’t matter.  My hair was 
pulled back into a pony tail as I decided a shower could wait until I 
came back.  I didn’t even put on any makeup as again I figured I’d shower 
as soon as I got back so who would even notice if I bothered?

Normally when I drove alone over to my dad’s house it was for one reason 
- to submit to my father. Most times this would be Sunday mornings right 
before church when we’d play out our traditional “sex before church” 
time.  The anticipation was usually enough that I’d typically play with 
myself a little under my dress on the way over but not today.  Cleaning 
house exactly my favorite thing to do and while I didn’t mind helping out 
a little, I can’t say the idea of working alone in a quiet old house was 
turning me on.

Upon arriving I started to turn into the driveway and was surprised to 
see a pick-up truck parked right at the top.  Heck, it was such a 
surprised that I almost rear-ended the damn thing!  At first I was a 
little pissed that one of the neighbors was using my dad’s driveway until 
I noticed the sticker on the rear glass with the cheerleader emblem and 
the name “Katlyn” next to it.  Usually whenever I saw my cousin Ginny she 
was in the family car so this was the first time I’d really taken notice 
of what apparently was her husband Bill’s truck.  Well, at least I 
assumed it was his but then it would’ve been quite a coincidence that 
someone just happened parked in my dad’s driveway with the exact same 
name of their daughter on the back who also just happened to be a 
cheerleader.

So what was Bill doing here?  To be honest, I really didn’t know him all 
that well. Oh sure we talked during family gatherings and such but it was 
more a social thing.  True, I’d caught him more than a few times giving 
me the once-over but then that didn’t really mean much.  Actually he’d 
never shown all that much interest in me even back when I was younger and 
made a few half-hearted attempts to flirt with him.   Although he never 
came out and told me her wasn’t interested, I got the impression very 
quickly he wasn’t and that even to say so would have been crossing the 
line so far as he was concerned. Not that I would’ve turned him down if 
he HAD flirted back!  Bill wasn’t the day-time soap opera leading man 
type but he was still pretty cute for his age.  If I remembered correctly 
he was a few years older than my cousin which would make him around 38 or 
so.  In different circumstances I’d probably have tried making more of a 
move on him as he basically ticked off all the boxes... married, good 
looking, young teen daughter.

As tempting as such a move might be, the potential repercussions were 
more severe than what I was prepared to risk.  Like what if he told my 
cousin and then she told the rest of the family?  It’s not like I didn’t 
get enough comments and such about how me and my cousin Kristi dressed 
and behaved.  Still, there’s quite a leap in going from being known as a 
slut to trying to get it on with a family member when such attitudes 
weren’t universally shared.

Seeing that the garage door was open I chose to carefully make my way 
down the steep concrete driveway rather than go in through the front 
door.  The garage was empty - confirming my expectations that both my dad 
and aunt would be gone.  Stepping up to the basement entrance I opened 
the door.  Hmmmmmm, nobody there.  Since most of the activities had gone 
on in the family room and the rest of the basement except for dinner 
itself in the upstairs dining room, this was where most of the work 
needed to be done so I’d figured Bill would be there yet it was quiet as 
a church.

Surprisingly, the basement wasn’t near the wreck I’d anticipated.  
Apparently someone had done some work after Steve and I left which 
frankly surprised me as housework wasn’t exactly my aunt’s cup of tea.  
When people would talk about Kristi I would just tell them to look at her 
mom if they wanted to know why she was the way she was.  Granted, Kristi 
took things to a new level but she took after her mom in many ways.  
Basically you could sum it up with both managed to get through life 
pretty much by using their looks and lack of morals to get whatever they 
needed from horny men with money.  In high school I still like to think I 
was the bigger slut but after graduation I attended a Christian 
university which more or less forced me to tone things down considerably. 
Kristi attended a public university for all of one semester before 
getting tossed out for “lewd” behavior.  Giving everything else that went 
on at her dorm whenever I visited, she must have really gone overboard to 
stand out from the crowd!

I couldn't help but jump a little when a sudden sound from upstairs broke 
into my thoughts.  It sounded like a chair scraping on the floor so 
obviously someone was upstairs.  I didn’t hear much more but I figured it 
had to be Ginny and Bill which would explain the cleanup work that had 
been done so far.  For a moment I debated turning around and heading home 
as there really wasn’t all that much left to do so why not take advantage 
of someone else’s willingness to deal with it?  Then again, if I did that 
then I wouldn’t have anyone to confirm that I’d showed up and even though 
I wouldn’t have done a whole lot, who had to know THAT?

Walking over the wooden stairs leading to the first floor, I carefully 
made my way up.  Years of sneaking up and down these same steps had 
taught me the exact spots to place my feet to avoid making loud creaks.  
Once at the top, I slowly turned the door knob and pushed the door open 
into the hallway leading from the front door to the kitchen.  So far, so 
good in that I hadn’t made a peep.  I guess I was sneaking more out of 
habit than any really good reason.  It wasn’t like I was getting in late 
from a date or anything, LOL.

Turning to the right I looked into the kitchen eating area and kitchen.  
Standing at the counter facing away from me was a single figure - Bill.  
He seemed to be fussing with the coffee maker and wasn’t paying any 
attention to anything else.  There was no sign of Ginny so it seemed he 
was all alone.

“God damn it, why do they make these things so complicated?” he was 
fuming under his breath as I sneaked up behind him with a sly grin on my 
face.

“What the....,?” he blurted out as he jumped when I tapped him on the 
shoulder.  Twisting around, he saw me and let out a deep breath.

“Shit Kelly, you trying to kill me or what?” he said I an exasperated 
tone.

I just giggled and sat back down at the table, crossing my legs and 
leaning on one elbow.

“Gotch ya!” I quipped triumphantly.

“If you weren’t... well if you weren’t in your current condition I’d put 
you over my knee and spank you!” he teased me as turned back to the 
coffee maker.  “You know, I think you owe me one now... so how the hell 
does this thing work?”

I huffed and stood up, pushing him aside just enough to get access to the 
Keurig.  Like how hard can it be to pop in a capsule and hit the button?

“Oh... so that’s it?” he said sounding a little chagrin.

“You’re a man...,” was all I needed to say, “So what are you doing here 
anyway?”

His cup had filled so he picked it up and took a sip before answering, “I 
suppose I could ask YOU the same question.”

“Well first, I use to live here,” I started and then added, “I just felt 
guilty I guess leaving the place a wreck so I thought I’d stop over and 
clean up a little.”

“Place didn’t look all that bad when I came in,” he responded, “I just 
came over to pick up the chairs and table.  Figured I’d grab a cup before 
heading back home to the zoo.  Hadn’t exactly planned on it being such a 
production though.”

“Zoo?” I asked, taking my seat again.

Bill sat down opposite of me and sighed.  “That’s putting it mildly.  
Ginny and Katlyn went out on some wild safari hunt for Black Friday deals 
and were already home by the time I got up.  God, what racket!  So much 
for sleeping in on your day off.  Figured I may as well get out and take 
care of this since I was up anyways.  Of course Ryan was still in bed.  I 
think a nuclear bomb could go off and he’d sleep right it.  Sometimes I 
think all he does is eat and sleep.”

“Any good buys?” I inquired, feeling a little guilty that I had blown off 
most of the sales but then I hate facing such crowds and figured I’d just 
do my shopping on-line this year.

“Oh sure... according to Ginny she saved me hundreds of dollars.  Shit, I 
guess according to her logic we should be ready to retire soon if she 
goes out for more.”

He huffed again and took another sip before continuing, “Oh well, she’s 
not fitting into anything so I guess if she has to buy new ones it’s 
better to at least get them on sale.”

“So she’s up another notch?” I couldn't help but tease him.  It’s not 
like it hadn’t been obvious yesterday when her blouse was too tight and I 
don’t mean in a sexy way.  Back when they got married Ginny was HOT but 
as with so many married women, with each wedding anniversary it was like 
she moved into another dress size.  It hadn’t helped that with each of 
their kids she’d gained a lot of weight and never seemed to get it back 
off again.

“Hey, I’m not complaining,” he said sarcastically, “I’ve got twice the 
woman I married now!”

“Oh be nice Bill!” I chastised him. “That’s my cousin you’re talking 
about.”

“How the hell do you do it?” he asked.

“Do what?”

Bill just rolled his eyes and pointed at my belly which was pushing out 
even against the oversized sweatshirt. 

“Well, I would have thought you’d figured THAT out by now,” I teased, 
“You see the man puts his penis in the woman’s...”

“That’s NOT what I meant and you know it Kelly,” he cut me off, “I meant 
look at you.  If you faced away from me I wouldn’t even be able to tell 
you were pregnant.  Looks like you’re the same as last time.  Crap, I 
mean you were ready to drop and it was like the only place you gained 
weight was right in front.”

Not sure quite what to say, I just sat there and he continued, “And then, 
to make it worse, a month after you had Mia you looked like the sexiest 
MILF on the street!  Shit, Ginny’s STILL waddling around thirteen years 
later.”

It was something I was extremely thankful for.  Frankly, I couldn’t take 
credit for it as it was all in the DNA. It’s not like I did anything 
special or went on some weird diet or anything.  For whatever reason I 
was blessed to not gain all that much weight when I was pregnant and then 
it just seemed to disappear afterwards.  Matter of fact, I had Steve take 
photos of me in my old wedding clothes just a little before we found out 
I was pregnant again.

What DID surprise me a little was the one comment he’d made... something 
about being a sexy MILF?  Now that wasn’t something I’d heard him call me 
before.  No doubt it was just the frustrations of the day making their 
way out in an unguarded moment.

“So did Katlyn get anything?” I asked, looking to change the subject.

Unfortunately that didn’t seem to help as Bill sat back in the chair and 
looked up at the ceiling, puffing his cheeks and letting out the air 
slowly. “Whatever she got she wouldn’t show me so I can just imagine.  
Kelly, you teach girls her age so is it just me or are ALL girls dressing 
like little whores these days?”

I couldn't help but laugh which just got him going all the more.

“I’m serious.  I couldn't believe the bikini Ginny got her this past 
summer - if you call two tiny pieces of material a bikini.  Shit, I 
remember back when everyone in the family was scandalized when you use to 
wear some of your more creative ones and now it’s like all her friends 
are wearing them.  And don’t school have dress codes anymore?  When I was 
in school skirts had a minimum length and all the girls wore bras.  Now 
it’s like anything goes, and it doesn’t help when she wears that 
cheerleader outfit half the time.”

I smiled as I thought about the girls in my eighth grade class.  It was 
just as he described and even I had to wonder sometimes where things were 
going.  Then again, I didn’t blame the girls so much as their mothers who 
came to school dressed like third daughters.  God, talk about women who 
refused to act their age!

“Well, it’s not like I have anything all that sexy on today,” I laughed, 
pulling out ton my baggy sweatshirt.

“Shit Kelly, don’t give me that crap.  You’d look hot in a garbage bag 
and you know it,” he replied, giving me a bit of a once-over in the 
process.

I smiled at the compliment. “Even when I look like this?  Don’t tell me 
you’re one of those guys with a pregnant woman fetish.”

I was just teasing but from his reaction it seemed that I’d hit a chord.  
Hmmmmmm, maybe he WAS one of those guys...

Bill leaned over the table with a conspiratorial look in his eyes. “I 
have to say, most pregnant women just look like blimps but there are 
those who I have to say look pretty damn hot.”

“Oh?” was all I said in hope he would continue.

“Now I hope you don’t mind me saying this and don’t you dare tell your 
husband I did, but pregnancy helps you out in other departments as well.”

His eyes dropped down to my chest and he smiled so it didn’t take a 
rocket scientist to get the drift of what he was referring to.  He was 
right in that my boobs DID improve when I was pregnant.  In fact, they 
seemed to get bigger even faster than my belly which mad my husband VERY 
happy. Steve never complained about my boobs but I know he wished they 
were bigger.  “Perky” was how he would refer to them which I knew was 
code for “small”. Granted, I was a lot better than back in my high school 
days and I even could wear a C cup depending on the style and 
manufacturer but when I was last pregnant I was into a D cup at the end 
and even now I was wearing a C cup to school with the old B cups set 
aside for the next year or so.

“Hey, you’re staring at my boobs mister,” I said jokingly.

“Yeah, like you hate that,” he came back, “Shit, it’s not like you don’t 
do everything you can to flaunt them all the time.”

“So you like my boobs?”

“Give me a break Kelly, I AM a guy you know.”

It was one of those spur of the moment crazy things.  I don’t know what 
came over me but without thinking I reached down to the bottom of my 
sweatshirt and quickly pulled it up over my boobs and gave him about a 
two second flash before pulling it down again and giggling.  I wasn’t 
wearing a bra of course so he got a pretty good view.

“Wow, nice... VERY nice,” Bill said although I noticed he was turning a 
little red in the face, “That’s a cute bump too.”

Shrugging my shoulders I figured what the heck, why not?  Once again I 
lifted my sweatshirt although this time only up over my belly without 
exposing my boobs.  Holding it up with my left hand, I rubbed it slowly 
with the right.

“So what do you prefer Bill, my belly or my boobs?” I said only half-
jokingly.

Bill scratched his chin while his eyes were fixed on my bare belly.

“Well, your tits are incredible,” he said barely audibly, “Not going to 
deny I enjoyed seeing them either.  Still, I can’t believe how sexy you 
look right now.”

It was just the two of us, something that I really don’t ever remember 
happening before.  It seemed anytime I ever saw Bill it was with Ginny or 
one of the kids. Really, there wasn’t any reason why we ever would be 
alone together and even today was more of a fluke than anything.  At the 
same time, it WAS just the two of us and my mind was racing as I debated 
my next move... if I even was going to have one.

“Really Bill? It’s not like you’ve never seen a pregnant belly before,” I 
tossed out there like a fisherman making her first cast into an unknown 
lake.  Would anything bite?

“Well these days it’s like she ALWAYS pregnant,” he said wryly, “Not to 
mention the rest of her as well.”

I looked at Bill and realized he was no different than most men is age in 
his situation. Classic “married with children” scenario.  Closing in on 
forty, probably commiserating that his best years were behind him as he 
questioned what the future held for him.  A wife who while I knew was a 
wonderful woman, was following the same path it seemed so many women did 
once her kids started to get older and the anniversaries began to blur 
together.  Yeah, I was probably stereotyping them both but then again, 
stereotypes exist for a reason - most people relate to them!

Well, in for a penny, in for a pound as they say (although I have no idea 
who “they is!)...

Lowering my sweatshirt again, I leaned forward in my chair until we were 
only a foot or so apart over the table.  In a soft seductive voice I 
asked, “So tell me Bill, does Ginny still suck your dick?”

His reaction was almost comical.  I think at first he thought he must 
have misunderstood me because he gave me a quizzical look as if he wanted 
me to repeat what I said.

“I was just asking if Ginny...” I started before he cut me off in 
midsentence.

“I heard what you said Kelly, I just can’t believe you said it!”

“I was just asking if your wife sucks your dick Bill.  What’s the big 
deal?”

Obviously I knew it wasn’t quite so lighthearted of a question as I was 
making it out to be but then again I wasn’t going to let him know I knew.  
The pause that followed was more pregnant than I was.  Finally Bill 
must’ve decided he may as well answer although I wasn’t sure yet if it 
was just out of resignation or what his true motives actually were.

“Would you believe she hasn’t hardly done it since we got married?” he 
asked in a low voice as if afraid someone would overhear us, “For that 
matter, I don’t even remember the last time... it was years ago...  MANY 
years ago.”

I frowned, more to appear supportive than to counter what he was saying.

“Well, can’t say I haven’t heard THAT complaint before,” I said in a 
joking tone but still tried to be serious at the same time, “I’ve never 
understood why some women seem to think once they have their husband that 
they don’t have to make him happy anymore.”

Once again a long pause and it was almost comical, like I could see the 
gears spinning in his head.

“Can I ask you something personal Kelly?” he asked softly, as if he 
wasn’t sure he should even be asking in the first place.  “Do you cheat 
on Steve?”

It wasn’t quite the question I was expecting and obviously my expression 
gave me away.  Bill sat up and put his hands up like he was being 
arrested.

“Sorry, none of my business.  I don’t know why I asked that.”

“It’s OK Bill,” I assured him, reaching out to touch the back of his hand 
once he put them down on the table again, “I assume we’re talking 
confidentially of course.”

“Oh of course... I promise to keep everything said here to myself.”

“Well then... the answer is no, I have NEVER cheated on Steve... never 
have, never will.”

The way his face scrunched up I got the idea he wasn’t buying it but he 
wasn’t about to call me out either from the looks of things so I offered 
up a little more.

“Of course, by ‘cheating’ you mean doing things behind his back without 
him knowing and approving, right?”

Bill looked at me with eyes a bit narrowed like he was trying to figure 
out if I was just leading him on or what but finally he answered, “Not 
exactly what I think most people think when they talk about the subject 
but OK, I’ll go with it.  So then let me rephrase my question and pardon 
me for being more blunt but do you have sex with other men?”

“Of course, why not?” I answered immediately as if I couldn't believe he 
might think otherwise.

Bill swallowed noticeably and came back with, “And Steve is OK with 
that?”

“Sure, so long as he gets to watch,” I answered rather flippantly.  
Bill’s look of disbelief caused me to temper my response somewhat.  “Not 
that he DOES, at least not always.”

“OK Kelly, if we’re going to go down this path... and I can’t believe we 
are even discussing this, so you just go out and do it with other 
couples, just men, or what?”

I considered my response and then figured what the heck, why not?  This 
was starting to be fun...

“Let’s just say my preference is married men who haven’t cheated... 
yet... but who have issues with their wife so are looking for something 
but are afraid to make a move.  It makes it even better if they have a 
teenage daughter.”

The fact that I’d just more or less described HIM wasn’t missed by Bill 
although he didn’t say anything right away.  Still, from the way he was 
concentrating on every word I said and how he was looking me over I knew 
what he must have been thinking.

“Ok... I get the married guy thing.. you figure they won’t say anything 
because they’d be screwed.”

“That’s part of it,” I agreed smiling.

“Then what’s with the teenage daughter part?”

Yeah, like he couldn't figure THAT one out for himself.  Of course he 
could, I knew he just wanted me to say it for him so he wouldn’t have to 
admit to anything up front.  Yep, I’ve been down this path before and 
while no two men are exactly the same, it’s pretty amazing how close they 
are when it gets down to the basics.

“Oh I think you know Bill,” I said softly with a smile, “Don’t tell me 
you haven’t been noticing some changes at home.”

A little too far too fast?  Judging by the way he sat back and crossed 
his arms, his body language certainly was saying so.  For a moment I 
feared I’d crossed the line which while that WAS my intent, at the same 
time I wanted to just nudge my way over it slowly and give him time to 
adjust, not go crashing through it like a runner at the end of the race!

“Oh no, I wasn’t implying anything Bill,” I tried to reassure him, “Just 
saying it would only be perfectly natural for a guy like you to get 
turned on by a girl like Katlyn. I know she’s your daughter and that 
nothing weird would ever happen, but you have to admit when she and her 
friends are in their bikinis... well you know what I mean, right?”

I waited as Bill digested my words for a moment.  His shoulders relaxed 
and he seemed less stressed out.

“Well, if that’s what you mean then OK, I’ll admit it, they’re starting 
to look pretty hot but just to be perfectly clear, we’re just talking 
about fantasies, correct?”

“Of course,” I agreed although inside the last thing I was thinking about 
was anything to do with fantasy, “But that’s why I said that before.  
Sometimes it’s fun to do a little naughty role-playing, don’t you agree?”

Bill just shook his head rather incredulously. 

“Well, Ginny would never agree.  Damn, she’d cut off my dick if she even 
caught me looking at her that way.  In any case, that would be just too 
weird for me.  Now some of her friends... oh yeah!”

It was all I could do not to laugh.  Like how many times have I heard 
THAT line before... yeah, he was into his daughter’s friends but not her. 
What a line of crap!  In any case, I wasn’t going to argue with him.

“You know, maybe we need to stop before things get out of hand... well, 
more out of hand than they already have,” Bill said as he pushed away 
from the table and started to get up.

“Oh Bill, sit down, what’s the big deal?  We’re just talking.  You know, 
I don’t think we’ve ever really sat down and talked like this before.”

Bill chuckled, “I don’t think I’ve sat down and talked with ANYONE like 
this before!”

Before he could think about it any further, I decided to push ahead a 
little more.  Hey, I’d never expected anything like this to happen this 
morning and odds were the circumstances would likely not happen again, at 
least not anytime soon, so why not take advantage?

“So wanna see my boobs again?  How about my belly?” I offered with a 
smile.

“I assume since you’re asking that there’s a price?”

Well, nobody could accuse Bill of being stupid.  He was putting the dots 
together pretty quickly.

“Nothing you can’t handle... just be honest with me.”

Bill’s mouth curled into a sly grin.  “Alright, fire away but I want to 
see your belly first.”

Without another word I raised my sweatshirt back up again without 
exposing my boobs this time but giving him a good view of my baby bump.  
Holding it up, I asked, “What would it take for you to cheat on Ginny?”

Bill chuckled deeply again and shook his head. 

“Hmmmmmm, have to be someone who would never say a word... stunning - I 
mean hot enough to make it worth it... and access to a good divorce 
lawyer for when Ginny found out.”

“So why would Ginny ever find out?”

Bill shook his head.  “I answered, now show me your tits before I answer 
that.”

He was technically correct but I still huffed a little to let him think 
he’d gotten me.  Slowly I lifted my sweatshirt up until it was just over 
my nipples.

“Higher,” he urged me, flipping his hand upward.

I pulled it up until it was above my breasts but he still wasn’t 
satisfied.

“Just take it off and get it over with.”

“Not until you answer,” I bargained.

It was an easy question and I think he knew it as he didn’t argue.

“First, I’d never trust anyone to keep their mouth shut.  WAY too much 
risk to have someone have that much control over me.  I’ve watched Basic 
Instinct!”

We both laughed at that and he continued, “And Ginny can read me like a 
book.  Heck, I can’t hide anything from her as it is, let alone something 
like that.”

I found it interesting that nowhere in his line of logic was there 
anything about NOT wanting to do it or feeling guilty about it.  He was 
just afraid of being caught.  Yep, just like I quoted at the start of 
this, “A husband is only as faithful as his options.”  At the moment he 
apparently didn’t see any options so now it was up to me to give me some.

“OK, asked and answered as your dad likes to say... take it off.”

I pulled one arm out of the sleeve and then the other such that just my 
head was poking through with the sweatshirt around my neck like a huge 
scarf.  Then I pushed it up and over my head until I was topless.  
Tossing the sweatshirt onto the empty chair next to me, I turned back to 
him and bounced my boobs with my hands under them for him.

“They’re already starting to grow... what do you think Bill?”

“Fantastic... god, compared to Ginny’s sagging tits yours are incredible!  
Steve’s one hell of a lucky guy.”

“Wanna touch them?”

Bill’s eyes narrowed again.  “And what would THAT cost me?”

Yeah, he was getting the hang of this!

“All you have to do is answer one simple question... have you ever 
thought about having sex with me?”

I really didn’t have to wait for Bill answer as the smile on his face 
spoke volumes. 

“Really Kelly, what guy who has ever seen you has NOT wanted to do you?”

I smiled at the compliment as I played with my hardening nipples for him 
to watch.

“So is that a yes?”

“Hey, it’s not a crime to look at a hot sexy woman and want to have sex 
with her,” he rationalized, “No harm in window shopping and wishing you 
could buy. So yeah, I’ve thought about it.”

He pushed his chair back and started to get up but I motioned for him to 
sit down.

“Hey, I answered and you said I could have a feel if I did so pay up.”

It was a more than a little surreal actually to hear him say that.  Heck, 
less than an hour before this the last thing I would’ve ever imagined was 
having my cousin’s husband feel my boobs while sitting at the kitchen 
table in my dad’s empty house. Sure I’d seen him look at me before but no 
more so than most men do.  Just yesterday while we were all together I 
caught him stealing glances at my chest but I hadn’t said anything so as 
not to embarrass him.  Then again, it wasn’t like I really knew the guy 
all that well at a personal level so maybe he was more into this sort of 
thing than I’d realized.

“Don’t get all worked up, I’ll keep up my end of the bargain,” I assured 
him as I pushed my chair back, “I just thought it would be easier if I 
sat on your lap.”

Bill’s eyes widened a little but he didn’t protest so I got up and 
stepped over next to him.  He had his seat back as far from the table as 
he could push it in the cramped eating area and patted his lap.

“Works for me, have a seat!”

Which I did.  I sat sideways on his lap with my legs hanging over his 
left leg as I wrapped my left arm around his neck to keep myself steady.  
My nipples were standing out now like bullets, a combination of the cool 
temperature my dad kept his house at while he was gone and the excitement 
I was feeling.  I shuddered slightly as he placed his entire hand over my 
right boob and squeezed it gently.

“Damn, fucking incredible,” he whispered, almost as much to himself as to 
me or then again, maybe just to himself, “Perfect... and real.”

“Hey, of course they’re real!” I came back trying to sound exasperated.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he muttered as he alternated between my 
boobs with his left hand as he cradled me around my bare back with his 
right arm.

I almost started to say something about not worrying about it but then I 
wasn’t sure if that would help or just make him think about it all the 
more so I just kept quiet.  Instead I let out a slight moan as he tugged 
on one of my nipples.

“Getting more sensitive now?” he asked.

I nodded and he smiled but his eyes were fixed on my chest as he caressed 
me.

“You can suck on them... I like it when they are licked and sucked.”

He didn’t even look up or hesitate this time.  I leaned back a little 
using his arm around me and mine around his neck for support to make it 
easier for him as he leaned forward to take my right nipple into his 
mouth.  God it felt so good!

“Oh yes... just like that Bill,” I sighed as his tongue played with the 
tip of my nipple as he sucked more of my breast into his mouth. 

I shifted my weight on his lap and was rewarded with the feel of his 
hardening cock under me.  He was obviously enjoying this as much as I 
was!

As Bill suckled on my breasts his hand moved down to my belly where he 
gently rubbed the palm of his hand over me like he was shining up his 
bowling ball or rubbing a lamp for some genie to appear.  It actually 
felt pretty good coupled with the touch of his lips and tongue on my 
boobs.

“That’s it Bill, I love you touching me... you can touch me anywhere... 
anywhere,” I sighed into his ear as his head pressed against my upper 
chest.  

I’d had my right hand on the table for added balance but I was pretty 
secure I his arm so I reached down and put my hand over his on my belly, 
guiding him lower and helping to slip it under my sweatpants.  As I 
wasn’t wearing underwear there was nothing else for him to overcome on 
his journey to my pussy.  Just as he reached the top of my pussy slit I 
felt his arm stiffen and resist from going down any further.  I spread my 
legs apart more to try and let him know it was OK but he still resisted.

“It’s OK Bill... you can touch me there, I want you to... and you know 
you want to.”

He started to lift up his head and I assumed it was to explain to me why 
he couldn't so I withdrew my hand from between my legs and pushed his 
head back down against my chest.  Tellingly, he didn’t lift his hand 
although at the same time he didn’t move it any further downward either.  
Neither did he push back against my hand on his head.  Like most men in 
such a situation, he just needed to be able to blame someone else for his 
transgressions, regardless of how easily he could have ended everything 
had that been what he truly wanted.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!” I moaned as his finger pressed against my clit.  God I 
wanted him so badly at that moment.  I felt like I’d peed myself I was so 
wet and horny.  His finger explored all over the outside of my pussy 
until finally, FINALLY, he pushed it into me, burying it in as far as he 
could push it, closely followed by a second.

“Fuck my pussy with your fingers Bill,” I gasped as I closed my eyes and 
just leaned back to enjoy all he was doing to me.  Bill moved his fingers 
in and out, like his fingers were a dick fucking me.  I could smell the 
musky scent of my pussy as his wet fingers glided easily and out of me.

“Make me cum Bill... Oh god make me cum so hard!” I moaned loudly this 
time as my orgasm gathered strength like a thunderstorm on the horizon 
and them the first bolt of lightning struck and it was like thunder in my 
ears as my heart beat so hard as I came.

I pulled his head tight into my bosom as he sucked even harder on my 
boobs and nipples.  The palm of his hand was rubbing up against my 
sensitive clit as he pumped his two fingers in and out of me 
relentlessly.  God I felt so hot... so sexy... so slutty!

As my orgasm subsided I took my hand from his head and he lifted it up 
and smiled at me as I tried to catch my breath.  I knew what I wanted and 
I was pretty sure it was the same thing he did.

“Take me to my room,” I managed to gasp as my breathing slowed but my 
heart was still pumping overtime.

Given all the bedrooms were upstairs, it wasn’t hard for him to know 
generally where to go and once on the second floor it should be easy 
enough for him to figure out which was mine.  Even though I hadn’t lived 
there for years, my dad still kept my room just as it was when I was 
younger.

Bill reached under me and grunted slightly as he stood up, picking me up 
along with him.  OK, so maybe I was a few pounds heavier now but I 
rationalized it was the awkward position that made it a bit difficult for 
him.  I laid my head on his shoulder as he carried me quickly up the 
stairs and directly to my room.  Hmmmmmm, someone already seemed to know 
which was mine!  Well, then again it couldn’t have been THAT hard to 
figure out given there were only four rooms plus the bathroom.  Bill 
gently laid me down on my back on my bed and stood up to catch his 
breath.  I laid there topless with my growing boobs bare before him, 
still a bit wet from his mouth.

“Well, what are you waiting for?  Strip!” I encouraged him as I lifted up 
my behind and slipped off my sweats, leaving me now completely naked on 
my back on the bed.  Meanwhile he was unbuckling his belt and within a 
couple of minutes he was also completely naked as he stood by the side of 
the bed.

“Mmmmmmm, now THAT’s what I call a pleasant surprise to my expected 
morning,” I said softly as I reached out to his already erect dick.  It 
was more the entire situation than his dick that was the surprise as he 
was what I’d call average in the penis department.  Average length, 
average thickness, typical bush of dark pubic hair.  At his age I wasn’t 
expecting a six pack but I was still somewhat impressed at how well he 
did look.  The guy obviously worked out quite a bit.

Once I had my hand around his shaft I pulled him gently towards me until 
he was standing right at the edge of my bed.  Laying on my side, I leaned 
forward and licked the very tip of his erection and then looked up at him 
and grinned.

“Next question... Do you want me to suck your dick Bill?”

Yeah, and is the Pope Catholic?  My dad always told me that no lawyer 
ever asks a witness a question to learn something.  He only asks 
questions that he already knows the answer to and now he needs the jury 
to hear it.  So it was in this case as mine wasn’t a question intended to 
make him answer one way or the other.  There was only ONE answer so far 
as I was concerned.  The trick was I wanted HIM to say it.

“God forgive me... yes,” he stammered as he stood there with his hands 
hanging uselessly by his side.

“Yes what Bill?  Tell me.”

“Yes I want you to suck my cock.  Is that what you want to hear?” he said 
more forcefully this time.

I held onto his cock but shook my head.  “It’s not what I WANT to hear, 
it’s what YOU want.  So tell me Bill, what do YOU want?”

“You cock-teasing little slut,” he immediately answered but from the way 
he was looking at my hand gripping his dick I knew he didn’t mean it 
badly, “Alright then... I want you to suck it.  I want to see my dick in 
your mouth.”

“Well OK then, but only because you called me a slut Bill,” I responded 
and then I took the head into my mouth, sealing my lips around it just 
under the crown.  My tongue played all around his sensitive head as my 
hand stroked his rock-solid shaft ever so slowly at first, gradually 
working up speed as I started to suck his dick more in earnest.

“Fuck you’re good,” he groaned as his knees buckled slightly and then 
straightened again.

As I sucked his dick I started to play with myself with my free hand.  My 
pussy needed attention SO badly and it was letting me know in no 
uncertain terms!

Had to give the guy credit... I was initially afraid that he was going to 
shoot off right away and at his age, no matter how horny he might be or 
how motivated he probably wouldn’t be ready to go again for at least a 
half hour or more.  As much as I enjoyed sucking his dick and would have 
loved to feel his erect adulterous dick shooting off inside my mouth, 
this was likely going to be a single shot so I wanted it to be where it 
counted most - in my pussy!

Thus when he started to act more agitated I knew I’d better move on.  
Gripping his wet shaft with my hand, I dropped his dick from my mouth 
with a “plop” and looked up at him smiling.

“Ready to fuck me now Bill?” I asked him ever so sweetly, almost like I 
was asking him if he wanted to go for a simple stroll in the park.

His eyes widened.  Here we were both naked a the day we were born in my 
bedroom with me having just sucked his dick yet the mention of him 
fucking me seemed to scare the daylights out of him.

“Ummmmm, are you sure,” he asked, his eyes saying much more as they 
looked towards my protruding belly.

“I don’t have a problem with fucking you like this Bill,” I assured him, 
“Don’t you want to fuck me?  Don’t you want to fuck me when I’m 
pregnant?”

He subconsciously licked his lips.  Oh yeah, the answer was yes and yes, 
that much I knew.  Now he just had to say it.

“I don’t know Kelly,” he stammered, “This is going further than I ever 
intended.  Not sure I can do this.”

Time to apply a little more pressure...

“Oh come on Bill, I’ve seen the way you look at me, the way you stare at 
my legs and ass, at my boobs.  You’ve always wanted to fuck me so here’s 
your chance finally.  And you know you get off from me being pregnant, 
don’t you Bill.... don’t you?”

“Of course I want to do it Kelly, I’ll admit it.  Shit, the way you 
sucked my dick... Oh My God!”

He was wavering... just a little more and he’d collapse like the World 
Trade Center.  I suppose that I could’ve probably gone on like this and 
eventually convinced him but there was a faster way to get to my 
destination.  Sure it was a little riskier but the rewards would be worth 
it.

“Tell you what Bill... close your eyes.”

He seemed unsure of what I was asking even though I thought it was pretty 
clear what I wanted him to do so I repeated it again.  This time he did, 
shutting them tightly.

I leaned forward and took his entire dick into my mouth until my face was 
pressing into the thick bush of pubic hair at the base.  God he smelled 
so masculine!  I twisted my head on it and then let it fall once again 
out leaving it standing up hard and straight, wet with my saliva.

“Now forget that was my mouth on your dick... imagine it was Katlyn’s!”

His eyes popped open and I could tell he was going to protest so said 
sharply, “SHUT YOUR EYES!” and then I took him into my mouth again which 
effectively shut him up as he groaned with pleasure, his eyes once again 
tightly shut.

“You know you’ve dreamed she would do that to you, now just imagine that 
it’s her mouth you just felt taking your dick into her throat.  That’s 
it, your sexy little eighth grade daughter wants her daddy.

This time he groaned and didn’t protest as I took him yet again deep into 
my mouth and throat.

“Fuck me daddy... I’ve been wanting you to fuck me so badly daddy.”

My own father had told me many years before that the three most erotic 
words he’d ever heard were, “Fuck me daddy.”  Of course once I knew how 
he reacted to them, I made sure he heard them... a LOT.  Bill was no 
different than most every father I’d ever had sex with.  It didn’t matter 
whether or not he ever would actually have sex with his daughter - I 
wasn’t fooling myself and knew full well THAT was unlikely to ever 
happen.  What mattered was what he WANTED to happen, what he DREAMED 
about when he masturbated, what he couldn't help but think whenever he 
saw his daughter half naked around the house in her panties and bra or a 
new tiny bikini.

“Damn you Kelly,” he muttered but I knew the difference between true 
loathing and rationalization.  OK, so blame it on me but in the end did 
it matter?  I really doubted that his wife, or daughter for that matter, 
would buy ol’ “the devil made me do it” excuse.

Even as he tried to pass the blame, his actions spoke far louder than his 
meager words.  As I got up on my hands and knees with my lower legs 
extended over the side of my bed, he stood between my legs and I felt his 
hands on my bare hips.  I would have preferred either riding him or 
having him on top of me but conditions being what they were this was 
simply the easiest way to go.

“You have such a sweet ass,” he complimented me as he rubbed both of my 
bared butt cheeks with the palms of his hands.  He playfully smacked one 
using the palm of his hand so it sounded much louder than it felt.

“Hey, baby on board!” I chastised him teasingly although I really didn’t 
mind.  While I’ve never been one much for the pain crap, a playful 
spanking now and then could be hot so long as everyone involved had the 
right perspective.

He didn’t respond but instead spread my butt cheeks apart to get a better 
rear view at my shaven pussy.  I was expecting him to just get right down 
to business and fuck me but he surprised me somewhat when he bent down 
and buried his face in my butt, his nose against my asshole as his tongue 
worked on my wet pussy.

“Mmmmmmm, that feels so good Bill” I sighed as I wiggled my butt against 
his face.

Turned out that he really wasn’t as ready to abandon fucking me as he was 
making it out to be as after less than a minute he was standing up again 
with his erection pressed against my ass.  For a brief moment my heart 
raced as I feared he might be getting some crazy idea about fucking my 
ass.  Thankfully just as I was about to say something he pulled away and 
repositioned the head of his dick more in the area of my willing pussy.  
Reaching back between my thighs, I gripped his cock with my fingers and 
guided him home.

“Do it Bill,” I said looking back over my shoulder at him, “Push it I me, 
fuck me!”

Like we he going to stop now?  Yeah right...

“Oh god,” he groaned as he pulled my hips into him as he pushed himself 
forward, driving his dick easily into mu soaking wet pussy in one quick 
motion until the base of his cock met my bare butt and he was in me as 
far as he could be.  God it felt so good to have a dick in me!

“That’s it, now fuck me... fuck me daddy!”

He didn’t say anything as he drove himself in and out of me slowly and 
deliberately at first, picking up speed gradually as he fucked me longer.  
It didn’t matter to him that I was pregnant, that I wasn’t the thin flat-
bellied girl he’d been lusting after for so many years.  I caught myself 
wondering if he was imagining fucking his daughter but I didn’t want to 
take any chances of ruining this moment by asking him anything so 
potentially distracting.

We fucked like that for a while and then he pulled out.  It was like we 
both knew what we wanted as I twisted over onto my back as he helped me.  
I laid there with my butt up at the edge of the bed, my legs up and over 
his shoulder as he held my ankles with his hands to support my legs.  I 
used my hands to guide his adulterous cock back inside of me quickly.  It 
only took a few seconds it seemed before once again I was filled with his 
wonderful hard cock.  God I LOVE to be fucked so badly!!

Really, that was exactly what he was doing - fucking me.  There was no 
love involved, nothing “personal”.  We hadn’t even kissed once.  This was 
what sex should be at its most basic love - two people doing what makes 
them feel good with no strings attached.  I had no illusions about having 
an affair with Bill and I knew he would never even entertain such 
thoughts.  No doubt he’d look back at this later and wonder what had come 
over him and how he’d gotten to the point of even doing it but at the 
same time, I doubted that he would regret it.  Like if he was worried 
about privacy, who better to fuck than the cousin of your wife?  It’s not 
like I was going to say anything to the rest of the family.  Personally 
it wouldn’t have bothered me if he did but at the same time, it would 
life a little bit more difficult for a while no doubt if her did.

Most of these thoughts actually came later as while I was on my back on 
my bed my attention was pretty much laser-focused on what was going on 
between my legs!  I had a couple of pillows behind my head and I could 
look down through my cleavage and see his dick as it plunged deep inside 
of me.  My belly was just big enough to turn him on but not so big yet it 
hid everything from view.  A few more weeks and no doubt THAT would 
change if my first time told me anything!

“Fuck I’m cumming!” he groaned as he leaned his head back and closed his 
eyes, thrusting his dick deep into me and holding himself there as his 
hips thrust hard with each load of his adulterous sperm.  

Well, if there was ever a time a guy’s sperm was wasting its time this 
would be it but that didn’t change the implications of what Bill was 
doing.  Whether I was pregnant or not, he was still shooting his sperm 
into a pussy other than his wife’s and assuming he want lying to me, this 
was the first time since they’d been married.  Another notch in the Kelly 
belt of scores!

When he’d finished, he just stood there panting with his dick still in 
me.  I looked at him in the eyes and then down as where I could see his 
dick still half buried in my pussy.

“I like SEEING your dick inside of me Bill... and I like even more how it 
FEELS inside of me.”

“Not so bad from this end either,” he replied with a grin.  As if to 
prove his point he gave playful thrust inward although by this time he 
was getting almost too soft to do much of anything.

“Let me taste it,” I told him.

He looked at me as if he didn’t quite understand me at first and then his 
face brightened up as he realized my intentions.  Quickly he pulled out 
and carefully lowered my legs and helped twist me around so I was laying 
along the edge of the bed again on my side.  Once I was situated, he 
stood in front of my face with his dick an inch or so from my waiting 
mouth.  I opened wide and he guided his cum-coved cock into my mouth.

“God that is SO sexy,” he murmured as he watched me clean our cum from 
his dick.  I loved the taste - a mixture of his cum and my pussy.  A 
little more and I dropped him from my mouth to look up at him and smile. 

“Mmmmmmm, that’s tastes so good!”

“You know, Ginny has NEVER done that,” he said softly, “Trust me, I’ve 
tried!”

“She doesn’t know what she’s missing,” I said as I licked my lips for him 
to watch.

Just then I heard his phone ringing in his pants on the floor.  He 
quickly turned and dug through the pile of clothes, answering just in 
time before it went to voicemail.

“Hey baby, what’s going on?” he answered.  

I watched as he listened, trying to get a word in edgewise but apparently 
my cousin was worked up over something.  Judging from his attempts to 
answer, I gather he was supposed to have been home by now and she was 
wondering where he was and why he was running so late.

“Sorry babe, something came up and I had to take care of it,” he said 
cryptically, turning to me with a wink.  Yeah, something had come up 
indeed!  And yes, he’d taken care of it but not in the way I’m sure she 
assumed.

“I was just leaving, just quit bitching, OK?” he said, obviously getting 
a bit pissed off now.

I could hear her voice even from where I was so obviously THAT hadn’t 
been the right thing to say!

Finally he hung up and turned to me.  I was still in the same position, 
laying on my side naked with his cum starting to run out of my pussy just 
a little bit as I played with myself.

“You know, I was just starting to feel a little guilty about doing this 
but now fuck it... stupid bitch!”

I wasn’t about to get in the middle of THAT so I just keep quiet as he 
got dressed. Mumbling and grumbling the whole time about Ginny and what a 
bitchy wife she was.

Normally at this time when a guy had finished fucking me, he would 
usually say something about wanting to meet again and I’d have to remind 
him that I only did guys once.  Indeed, the last thing I wanted was to 
become someone’s mistress!  In this case though, I’d assumed after he was 
done that this would be the first AND last time for me and Bill.  I seem 
to have caught him at a bad time so far as he and Ginny were doing, 
something that had just been confirmed by the last phone call.  Whatever 
was going on, it was enough to allow him to do something he probably 
never thought he would do - and rather easily at that, maybe TOO easily 
for his peace of mind.

But then while Bill may have been my perfect “fun fuck” - a married guy 
with a teenage daughter cheating for the first time, at the same time he 
was also family, albeit a little bit removed but technically still 
family.  Calling what we did incest would be a stretch though but it 
certainly DID qualify as adultery given his wife knew nothing about it 
and would never approve if she did. Thus my “one and done” rule really 
didn’t apply when it came to Bill which led to my next line of 
questioning...

“So are you gonna fuck me again at the Christmas party?”

Despite everything that had gone on this morning I still managed to 
surprise him.

“Seriously?”

Was he really asking if I was serious or was he asking if I was crazy?  
Only one way to find out...

“Why not?  Do you really think you’re be the only one who will?”

At that he shook his head as if trying to get a grip on what I was 
implying.

“So who else?”

It was my turn to shake my head.  “Unless you want me telling them about 
you, I can’t tell you about them, deal?”

Bill finished up dressing and before he left the room he turned to me.

“OK then, just one question though... Has Ginny’s dad fucked you?”

“What?” I replied, as if the question was preposterous.

“Just made me think about something Ginny once said... it was a few years 
ago after the Easter thing at her parent’s place.  She was talking to her 
sister and I overheard something that happened at the party, something 
involving ‘that slut” and her dad.  Were they talking about you?”

I just gave him my best Cheshire Cat smile.

“My lips are sealed.”

“Not exactly a no then, eh?”

“No comment - you can read into that anything you want but I didn’t say 
it.”

“Hmmmmmm, he said with a smile, “You’re going to be quite a bit bigger by 
then.”`

“You like fucking me when I’m pregnant, eh Bill?”

Bill grinned as he got ready to walk out.  “Kelly, I LOVED fucking you.  
See you at Christmas!”

He left me and I turned over onto my back and started to masturbate.  
Yeah, Christmas was looking to be fun this year!

THE END