Subject: I Love My Husband
Story Codes: Mf oral
Diary Date: March 7, 2015
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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How many people can tell their spouse that they love them unconditionally
and REALLY mean it? It's one thing to say it but quite another to
totally trust someone 100% If you're wife, do you submit to your husband
completely, without question or hesitation? If you're a husband, do you
love your wife and care for her above all others regardless of your own
needs and desires? The good news is that if you can honestly answer yes
then the possibilities for your marriage are endless...
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - I'm Not My Mother
Chapter 2 - Steve's Favorite Things
Chapter 3 - A Proposal
Chapter 4 - Working Out the Details
Chapter 5 - The Babysitter
Chapter 1 - I'm Not My Mother
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Growing up, there was one thing I always felt sure of... I wanted to be
just like my mom when I got older. I mean like what was there about her
that any girl WOULDN'T want to emulate? She was good looking, smart,
well educated, professionally employed, a faithful Christian who could
balance her deep religious values without being overbearing, successfully
married to a wonderful husband, and last but certainly not least -
sexually open-minded yet not flagrantly so. All this I knew from my
earliest memories with some of the gaps filling in over the years. For
example, while I knew my mother was not a prude - not by any means, at
the same time it wasn't until I was sixteen and having sex with her
husband that I learned that she had the same experiences with her father
as a teenager. Similarly, it was years after even that revelation before
I found out that she was having sex with her older brother-in-law behind
the backs of his wife and brother (my father). While she considered such
situations as being incestual, because it was sex within her marriage
family she didn't consider it adultery. It helped ease her conscience I
guess although she was walking a pretty fine line in my book.
Even though my parents' marriage ultimately ended as so many marriages do
these days - in divorce court, it wasn't like they hated each other. My
mother simply had to make a decision as to whether or not to honor her
more basic beliefs and morals. If anything I respected her all the more
for refusing to compromise even though the consequences were severe.
Long story short (it's all described in detail in other entries in my
diary), my mom simply does not believe in underage sex unless it's within
an incestual relationship. It was my dad's addiction to underage girls
and ultimately his inability to curb his desires for actual sex with them
that forced her to eventually have to end their marriage. Thankfully
they still remain best friends and even have sex when they occasionally
get together (which is pretty rare given she now lives out on the west
coast).
While still maintaining we're different, in many ways I like to think I
AM like my mother. For the most part people have always told me that I'm
good looking and whether it makes me sound superficial or not, I do know
I've never had problems attracted people - men AND women. My mom has a
degree in Nursing whereas mine's in Education but we both graduated at or
near the top of our classes. She was employed for most of the time as an
RN and moved to a managerial role in later years. I'm currently a full-
time teacher with the hope that someday I might move into more of an
administrative and managerial role. Like my mom, I'm a committed, "born-
again" Christian and I try my very best each day to live my life as a
testimony to my faith without being a burden on those who feel
differently than me. Also like my mom, I'm lucky to have a husband who
is incredibly WONDERFUL!
As a single child my mother and father raised me more as a small adult.
Looking back there were pros and cons to this but on the positive side
they didn't burden me with all the sexual hang-ups and ridiculous taboos
that so many parents dump onto their children because they think they're
too immature to understand the truth. Is it any wonder why later on they
have a pregnant teenager in the house?
That said, as I've gotten older I've diverged quite a bit from the path
my mother set before me. I suppose that's only natural, a part of the
growing up process. When I first had to face some of these so-called
"moral dilemmas", I would usually feel guilty about "betraying" my
mother's teachings but over time I've come to understand that so long as
your core values and principles are never compromised, then it's OK to
have your own opinions and standards for the rest. It's sort of like
church in that so long as everyone has the same basic understanding of
God, Jesus and being saved, then what difference does it make what day
you worship or whether you do full-immersion baptism or sprinkling?
An example of such a time was after my dad and I start having sex and he
let it spill one day that he had hoped to be the one to take my
virginity, just as my mom's dad had taken hers. Needless to say he
wasn't even close to being at the head of the line being he didn't first
fuck me until two years and numerous boys had come and gone after Steve
took my virginity when I was fourteen. While my guilt complex over this
has smoothed over with the years, I still feel my mother was wrong in
making him have to hide his true desires for me or at least letting me
know about it and then allowing me to make my own decision. I mean, just
because HER father had taken hers when she was fourteen without asking
permission didn't mean she had to go overboard when it came to me and my
dad.
I truly don't know whether Steve will be our daughters' "first" or not.
Like many father's, he's turned on by incest but only when it involves
other people and not his own family. Even if he DOES want to be their
first, I have no idea what THEIR desires will be when the time comes and
that will ultimately decide the matter. What I DO know is my daughters
will have all the information they need to make an informed decision.
The next major "split" from my mother's teachings involves adultery.
Technically I should say that it's more a disagreement over what IS
adultery as we both agree that adultery is wrong. For my mom it's pretty
black and white - any sex outside of your immediate marriage family is
adultery. It not like she is being draconian in her thinking - after
all, even being that strict leaves some doors pretty wide open. First,
"sex" as defined by my mom is the penetration of a vagina by a penis - no
matter how slight. So long as THAT doesn't happen it pretty much leaves
everything else as fair game. Second - she employs the "marriage family"
exception, AKA "the incest exception". Under this clause sex between
parents and their kids and family (out to first aunts, uncles and
cousins) is considered by my mom to within your marriage and thus did not
constitute adultery.
When I was younger I actually was pretty sure that I would follow my
mother's footsteps as described above when it came to adultery. The wild
card I had NOT anticipated was my husband. Steve let it be known first
thing in our marriage that he had every expectation that we would be
swapping with other couples. Seeing as he WAS my husband and my faith
demanded that I submit to his authority, I was faced with a tough
decision - agree with him or end the marriage before it had hardly begun.
How could I agree if I considered adultery to be one of the basic
building blocks of my moral foundation? Well, it was simple - modify the
definition just a little. So now MY definition of adultery, in contrast
to my mother's, comes with the caveat that any sex outside the marriage
family is not adultery so long as it's OK with both of us. Thus whether
or not you're committing adultery is determined by INTENT more so than
the actual ACT. At its heart adultery is all about CHEATING - the act of
doing something against the desires or knowledge of your spouse. It's
not that I have to tell Steve everything I do... it's that I don't HIDE
anything from him deliberately.
The last major difference that has emerged between my mother and me has
to do with underage sex. This was probably the hardest for me to deal
with in that it is the primary reason why my mother had to divorce my
father. For her to feel THAT strongly to the point she would divorce the
man she loved more than anyone else in the world was a testament to the
depth to which this issue went for her. For my mother it was simple and
straightforward, NO sex with anyone under eighteen unless it was
incestual and even then, it had to be PROPER incest, not this crap you
see in porn videos and such. I wouldn't say it was like on your
eighteenth birthday suddenly a light shown down and everything was OK.
It was more like something around that age - an issue of maturity more
than a calendar date. And finally, for her it was like any other fantasy
- it was ACTION that counted, not desires. So long as my dad kept to his
porn and masturbation fantasies she was OK with it, or at least tolerated
it. It was when my Aunt Linda got involved things turned from fantasy to
reality that my mom was pushed to draw the line.
I've written plenty about this subject and posted it in my diary under
various entries so I won't go into great detail here. In summary, for
most of my life I was always right in line with my mother's thinking on
this topic. Indeed, in all my babysitting years I never once did
anything with anyone under my care that I wouldn't publish in the
newspaper. Now when it came to some of the fathers... well that was a
different subject, LOL.
Similar to the adultery issue, it was Steve who pushed me in this area
and again just like adultery, I was faced with a situation where I had to
reevaluate my thinking on the matter. Just as my aversion to adultery
was really a matter of cheating, not the actual sex, so too I delved
deeper into my opposition to under-age sex. Was it an age thing or
something deeper? After much soul-searching and debate I came to the
conclusion it wasn't that I was opposed to underage SEX, but more the
abuse of underage children. Of course abuse of any kind is wrong but to
take advantage of children and bring them harm - be it physical or
mental, is especially heinous. So while I never did get my mother's
blessings on this one, I felt it was the right decision, one that wasn't
being hypocritical but actually just being more accurate. So long as I
felt comfortable that there was no abuse, then the age no longer became a
factor. Well, to a point of course. Like toddlers and sex simply don't
mix! If someone is incapable of understanding what they are doing then
by definition that becomes abuse.
Like my mother's "18" rule, so it is with me when it comes to
establishing an exact age. Different children grow up in different
environments and at different rates. I've known ten year-olds that were
far more mature than fourteen tear-olds. Plus, there's a difference
between engaging in sex and just being in sexual situations. I really
can't see any situation where an eight year-old is ready for sex, if for
no reason than simple physical limitations. Does that mean she can't be
fondled or engage in oral sex? I'm not sure anyone can make that call
other than her parents. My final word in the matter would be that in the
end it's something nobody can really make a definitive statement about
other than to say that if you witness what you think is abuse, then it's
your responsibility to bring it to the attention of whomever necessary to
deal with it.
Chapter 2 - Steve's Favorite Things
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Over the years I've sex with a lot of men covering just about every age,
social strata. Thus I think it's fair to say that I've developed a
pretty fair idea about what makes men tick, at least when it comes to
sex. Frankly, when it comes to sex I think most men are pretty easy to
pigeon-hole although like just about everything else, there are
exceptions to every stereotype. However, stereotypes usually come about
because they DO fit the majority. For example, what man does NOT want
nothing more than to have his dick sucked? What man, if he's honest,
does NOT enjoy porn? Of course different men have different preferences
when it comes to porn but EVERY man looks at it, even if it's just a
Victoria's Secret catalog or for that matter, even an "innocent" magazine
with an attractive girl on the cover.
Another thing I've learned is that cultural and family norms and
traditions have a powerful hold over men to the point that even when they
KNOW that deep down they have certain desires and needs, in many cases
they try to deny having such feelings. They may try attributing them to
the old adage, "the devil made me do it." Incest is a classic case
study. Almost every man will eventually admit to me that they're turned
on by teenage girls but the vast majority will deny vehemently that they
have such desires for girls in their own family, especially their own
daughters. Yet at the same time, given enough time and assurance,
virtually all of them eventually admit to actually having such feelings.
In many cases they feel guilty even admitting to them, let alone even
think about acting on them.
Similar to incest, I find the same "denial" in most men when it comes to
underage sex, perhaps even to a stronger level because of our cultural
norms. Again, most men will swear to me that they have no desires for
young girls when the topic first comes up. Like incest, the more
comfortable they feel in talking to me the more they tend to allow their
true feelings to emerge. Most men still draw the line at the tween ages
(11, 12, 13) but I think that's more realistic in that girls younger than
that age bracket are typically only of interest to hard-core pedophiles.
I think it's important to point out that even when they admit to having
such feelings and desires, most men STILL see taboo sexual acts such as
incest and underage sex as fantasies and not something THEY would ever
actually engage in. Personally I think that's good as let's face it -
it's illegal and can lead to family and career destruction, jail time,
and labeling as a sexual predator if not handled properly. It's also
something that few families are in the situation where it can be dealt
with in a healthy and loving environment. I've written a lot on the
subject so read those entries for more of my thoughts but in the end
there's one over-riding set of guidelines that I stress to anyone who
expresses interests in these subjects:
"If you think it's wrong... it is. If you think she's too
young... she is. If you have to ask if it's OK... it's not so don't
do it."
I'd known my husband for a long time before we got married so I figured I
pretty much knew where he stood on most topics and I suppose he felt the
same about me. After all, he was the first boy I ever had sex with! Of
course back when I was fourteen I never would have dreamed that someday I
would marry him (although I DID have a huge crush on him at the time.
Thus I suppose it wouldn't surprise anymore that Steve was shocked to
find out just before he was about to propose to me that I'd been having
sex my dad since I was sixteen. Oh sure he knew that things had been a
little less strict around the house as I grew up in terms of nudity and
masturbation but to actually have incestuous sex? THAT he never
suspected and indeed I think he still thought I was teasing him with some
over-the-top practical joke when I told him - at least until he hid in
the closet and watched my dad fuck me right in front of him.
Just as Steve was shocked to learn something like that about me after so
many years, so it was with me except that in my case it was AFTER after
we got married when I learned a few things new twists about him. It
wasn't so much the fact he wanted to swap - I'd had suspicions about that
long before and it so really didn't catch me by surprise when he insisted
on us doing it. What DID surprise me was WHO he wanted to swap with, or
to be more precise, what AGE.
Yes, it was a bit of surprise but not something that shocked me. It just
meant that Steve was no different than any other man I'd known in that
sure he was attracted to young girls but of course that didn't mean he
would actually DO anything. Such was the case for the first year or so
of our marriage and while it provided me with plenty of opportunity to
role play for him, it never actually developed into something we did
outside the bedroom.
Enter my Aunt Linda... She and my dad had been having sex since high
school - with the blessings of my mom of course. Maybe it was him
getting older that made him more attracted to young girls even more than
he had been, I don't know. Whatever it was it got the attention of my
aunt who helped fuel his fantasies and eventually provided him with the
opportunities that few men ever get leading him to make the decision to
cross the line and start having sex with young girls at family parties
that my aunt was involved with. Underage sex is one area where my mom
and her sister disagree however, to say the least. My mom was appalled
and eventually she was forced to make an almost impossible choice - to
violate some of her most inviolate ethical and moral principles or leave
my dad. When he was unable to stop despite her threats my mom made her
decision and divorced my father.
My aunt wasn't the slightest bit fazed at what she had done to her
sister's marriage. If anything she took advantage of the situation and
promptly moved in with my dad the very next day after my mom left. As
things turned out, she didn't stop there - she had MY husband in her
sights next. Once while they were having sex Steve confided in her his
fantasies about young girls and told her about the role-playing I would
do to please him. My aunt offered him a "better" option - why role play
when you can have the real thing? Next thing I knew my husband was
joining in and expected ME to as well as technically you were supposed to
have kids of your own to participate but at the very minimum your wife
needed to be involved.
So now I was in the same spot as my mom. Seeing what had happened to her
marriage, I asked myself if there wasn't some way I could compromise to
where I could still fulfill my responsibilities as a wife to submit to my
husband yet at the same time preserve my own ethical and moral stands.
As it turned out, just as I had found a way to rationalize adultery by
redefining it, so I did with underage sex to where I was OK with it so
long as their parents remained involved. Steve was OK with that and in
situations where the parents were not going to be there he would have my
aunt or cousin stand in for me so I wasn't forced to do anything I was
opposed to doing. That's the beauty of true Christian submission - yes I
submit to him but at the same time he loves and respects me such that he
doesn't abuse his authority over me.
Granted, before comparing my reaction to my mom's let me make it clear
that there were a few big difference between our husbands as to how they
reacted when presented with these "opportunities". My dad more or less
went all-in and stopped having sex with older women with the exception of
his own family. In contrast, Steve may have gone overboard at first but
once the newness wore off he's since more or less added it to his
"repertoire" of sexual activities.
You call me a little self-centered or whatever but I like to think
Steve's number one sexual turn-on is and always has been fucking his wife
- meaning me of course! He's always telling me this but we all know that
what a man SAYS and what he really FEELS are seldom the same, especially
when it comes to sex. Still, after being married for almost two years
now and having gone through pregnancy and the trials and tribulations of
married life, I still love the way he looks at me when we're together and
the way he gets so obviously horny even when I'm a mess getting out of
bed in the morning or after a long day at work.
That said, Steve is still a man and I don't know of a single man in the
world who would honestly admit that he has never thought of having sex
with someone other than his wife. Yes, there are men who I'm sure never
DO, but then I question whether that's only because of lack of
opportunity. I believe it's the fear of getting caught that keeps
husbands honest more so than their adherence to their wedding vows.
When you come down to it, why do we make sex such a big deal anyway?
What I mean is why is sex with someone outside your family wrong? Now if
you're cheating on your spouse, sure that's wrong but there are lots of
ways to cheat besides having sex with someone - financially, emotionally,
etc. From my experience, sex can actually enhance a marriage when it's
done right. Some of the best sex I've had with my husband has been after
we'd each had sex with other partners. I've always maintained there's a
difference between fucking and making love. There's only ONE man in the
entire world I have ever made love with - my husband. Not even my
father can make that claim. My father is just that - my father. He's
NOT my lover... only my husband can lay claim to that title.
Another thing I've learned over the years with Steve is that he LOVES
public sex. By "public" I don't mean having sex actually in front of
people although I can't say he's shy about doing so. If anything, I'm
the one that loves people watching me being fucked. Maybe a better way
to put it would be to say that Steve loves to be near people and in a
position where they COULD see us if they knew where and when to look.
Some easy examples would be me blowing him while he's driving, fucking me
on a carnival ride, doing it in a movie theater, fucking me in the middle
of a department store, even sex at the beach in the water surrounded by
other people. The naughtier the better which means location plays a big
part for him. Like fucking me in church during a service is always a
major turn-on for him.
While Steve isn't overly anxious to be watched when he fucks me, he DOES
love to watch other men fuck me, especially when he gets to be up close
and personal like sitting next to us on the couch. I've found that many
men are influenced by the types of porn they watch and I know Steve gets
off on those fake videos of guys watching their so-called wives or
girlfriends being fucked by other men. So I guess it's only natural he
should want to do the same when he gets the chance. It's like men
cumming on a girl's face. I personally think that's become all the rage
because of the porn industry as I don't know many women who actually like
it but rather they do it to please their man. I don't necessarily have
to have sex with other men to get Steve all hot and bothered. Sometimes
he likes to go into a club ahead of me and then be there when I walk in
wearing some ridiculous outfit and watch the men come onto me. Even if
all I do is tease it's usually enough to have one SUPER horny husband
waiting for me when we get home!
I think Steve likes watching men fuck me more out of ego than anything.
Knowing that other men desire me and will often go to great lengths just
to have me for a few brief minutes, when he can have me literally any
time he wants, is a great turn-on for Steve. What I end up doing with
another guy is his call which means they're literally at his mercy yet
when it comes to his desires, nobody can tell him what he can and cannot
do with me - not even me!
With great power comes great responsibility, or so someone once said.
What makes me love my husband so much more is that even though he has all
these desires for me, and even though he knows that I would willingly do
ANYTHING he asked me, at the same time he loves me and respects me enough
to NOT go over a certain line that he knows would make me unhappy. For
example, Steve LOVES anal sex yet he never (well, almost never) pushes me
to do it because he knows I hate it. Yes, in those rare times when he
can't help himself and he wants to do it with me I have done it without
protest, but afterwards he always apologizes and if anything, I usually
get something really nice when he's on a guilt trip, LOL. In the same
way, I trust him enough to do things like promise before a date that he
can ask me to do anything while on the date and I will do it without
question. Now that could get you in some pretty hot water with the wrong
guy but I can submit myself wholly to my husband because I trust him
enough to know that he would never push me to go past the point where I
would be hurt or otherwise get in trouble.
Which sort of lead me up to recent events and I worked out something for
Steve...
Chapter 3 - A Proposal
======================
Since my getting pregnant, Steve and my sexual lives have pretty much
revolved around my family, or at least MINE has. Heck, we haven't even
swapped with friends for ages! I don't know exactly how we got into this
rut, maybe more out of convenience I guess with all the things going on
in our lives now. I can't say I was complaining as I enjoy incest.
Early in my pregnancy we still did some swapping with other married
couples. Like it's a no-brainer when it comes to family but for
"outside" sex I've always preferred more intimate swapping session than
full-blown parties. Then there was also the not-so-minor issue in that
the family party group we belonged did didn't allow pregnant women once
they started showing which meant that only Steve could go - which he
often did, leaving me home alone with our daughter. Honestly I didn't
really mind. If anything I actually preferred it when he went without me
anyways and now I had a an iron-clad excuse not to go.
Speaking of swapping, I should mention that I enjoy doing that over the
party scene because for me there's simply something so much more personal
and satisfying spending the night with someone else's husband than just
going to some place where anyone can just fuck you and you go home not
even knowing the name of half the men whose cum you were now carrying
inside of you. I've have always preferred older couples, especially
those with teenage children. Even though I'd say at least 95% of the
time there's no incestual activity involved, the fantasy is still usually
there - especially for the father if they have a teenage daughter.
There were a few times after I was "with child" where we went out on our
own but those were pretty limited as Steve gets really protective of me
when I'm preggo even more than usual. Usually when I went out, like with
a couple of men I'd met at church, Steve would spend the evening with my
Aunt Linda or with some young thing he could enjoy - sometimes even both.
After such situations we really don't talk much at home later about it -
sort of don't ask don't tell sort of thing. It's not that we ever hide
anything but that doesn't mean you have to rub your spouse's face in it
either. Usually it's Steve who wants all the details while for me I'd
rather he just keep them to himself.
Once a couple of weeks ago after we'd spent the evening with a really
nice older couple, Steve made love to me REALLY good when we got home.
Well, he always does so let's just say this time as even better than
usual! These days with my stage of pregnancy sex isn't exactly the
easiest anymore so it was mostly me on top. After he'd cum in me I
stayed there for a while afterwards, simply enjoying the erotic sensation
of my husband's now spent dick as it remained inside of me. God, the
bedroom reeked with sex! No matter, I felt so incredibly content and
happy at that moment, it was like everything in my life was perfect. I
loved Steve so much!!!! I felt so thankful to have him as my husband,
lover and father to my daughters. While we made the best of it, I knew
sex wasn't the same for us under the circumstances and I wanted so badly
to do something just for him. But what?
Then the proverbial light bulb went off over my head and it was like I
was blinded by the brilliance of my idea. Of course! The answer was
obvious. I like to think that I faithfully submit myself to my husband
every day so just "submitting" to him wasn't exactly something new.
Still, there is submittal and then there is SUBMITTAL. What if I allowed
my husband to have whatever he wanted - no questions asked, no
restrictions, no limits? The idea was a little scary as I knew Steve had
some pretty crazy fantasies and once I made the offer there would be no
turning back without appearing to be a hypocrite. Still, I loved and
trusted him enough that I was ready to do this for him. There's not
another man in the world that I would do such a thing, not even my
father.
I fell asleep in our bed smiling a I imagined his response when I broke
the news...
Later I woke to hear the water running in the bathroom sink. Steve was
obviously up and shaving. Wow, I must have really zonked out! Somehow
he must have rolled me off of him onto my back without waking me and left
me sprawled out naked as he went to do his business. Not that I would
have expected him to cover me up. If Steve had his way I'd be stark
naked anytime we were home!
"Hey lover boy," I greeted him as I walked in the bathroom still totally
naked and stood behind my hunky nude husband as he shaved. I tried to
put my arms around him but was barely able to get them with my belly was
now becoming more than a bit of an obstacle.
"Ahhhhhh, the dead have risen!" he teased me as he looked at me in the
mirror.
"Yeah, after SOMONE left me sprawled in my back without any covers on!"
Steve pulled the razor from his face and laughed saying, "Well can I
help it if I love seeing my beautiful wife naked whenever possible?"
"Even when I'm all fat and ugly?"
My wonderful husband kissed me saying, "You are - and always will be, the
most beautiful woman in the world to me."
"Well if you want me naked then you know dang well that all you have to
do is ask," I responded, rolling my eyes as mine met his in the mirror.
Steve held up the razor as if in deep thought... "OK then, how about you
never wearing clothes in the house?"
"Oh Steve!" I admonished him. I knew he was just teasing me because
there was no way he would really expect me to do such a thing, especially
in my current condition. Not that I'm embarrassed to be nude, just never
been a nudist.
My husband returned to his shaving so I figured it was my turn to tease a
little so I reached up to his face, wiped some of his shaving cream on my
hand and then lowered my hand to grip his cock, applying a nice coat of
shaving cream as lubricant as I started stroking him to life. He did his
best to pretend he didn't notice what I was doing but his cock wasn't
cooperating with his little ruse. Yes indeed, the male "truth detector"
was working perfectly yet again. Men can lie and make whatever
expressions they want but their dicks ALWAYS tell the truth. Steve's
growing erection was exactly the response that I'd been hoping for.
Even as he leaned over to rinse off his face, my hand didn't stop as I
nursed him quickly to a full erection.
"You know, you shouldn't start something if you're not ready to finish
it," he warned me.
I couldn't help but giggle as I replied, "Who said anything about not
being ready to finish?"
Steve reached for a towel and after drying off his face he tossed it
towards the laundry basket and twisted around to face me. Somehow I
managed to maintain a grip on his hardened dick as he lowered his head to
kiss me. Even though I hadn't brushed my teeth yet he wasn't complaining
about my morning breath at this point. In any case, I had a feeling I'd
be getting some "mouthwash" soon.
"Well then I'd say put up or shut up slut!"
I smiled at his favorite nickname for me. It was sort of ironic that the
two most important men in my life - my husband and my father, both like
to use the same nickname when addressing me. My dad had started using it
back when I was just twelve or thirteen after my mom started dressing me
more provocatively. Steve really hadn't picked it up until after we got
married and we started having sex with other couples. Both of them
typically added some sort of adjective to it, like "sexy slut", "my
little slut", or some other form of endearment but then again, sometimes
(like now), just "slut" was all that was deemed necessary. Of course I
never minded. In fact, I took it as a compliment as to me it meant they
were telling me how sexy I was and how they recognized that other men
were sexually attracted to me.
Well, with an erection now in my hand it didn't take a rocket science
degree to know what my husband wanted, at least to get things started.
Then again, it wasn't all that much different from what just about
everyone man wants - a blow job.
Reaching for a washcloth, the first thing I did was wipe away as much of
the shaving cream as possible. I'd learned the hard way many years ago
that shaving cream and other forms of edible cream were NOT the same.
Yuck!
With his stiff dick now clean and hard, I slowly bent my knees and
gingerly lowered myself down to my knees, using my grip on his dick for
balance. With his erection now right in front of my face, I licked my
lips in anticipation. Mmmmmmm, sometimes it was hard to believe that
this was the same dick that I'd sucked for the very first time when I was
just fourteen. Wow, how things had changed since that fateful day in the
movie theater. Seeing as it had been our first date, I remember being
petrified that I might not do it right or at least not the way he was
expecting. With his reputation I knew lots of others girls had been in
that exact same position before me so would I measure up? Sure my mom
had helped me prepare but there's a huge difference between one of her
dildos and the real McCoy!
As ready as I thought I'd been beforehand, the first time I felt a REAL
dick slip between my lips was something I don't think I'll EVER forget!
Since that evening I couldn't even begin to guess at how many dicks I've
sucked. OMG, it has to be in the hundreds, maybe more than 500? It's
hard to come up with an exact figure as after some parties I wasn't even
sure how many different guys I'd sucked as usually some of them had me do
them more than once. All through my high school years I was somewhat
judicious about who I fucked but when it came to just blowjobs I like to
think my reputation was pretty well established before the end of my
freshman year even. Heck, sometimes I wouldn't even kiss on a first date
but so long as he treated me well it was a rarity if one of my dates
still had a full load of sperm when he dropped me off at the end of the
night.
These days though, other than my dad there's nobody that even comes close
to my husband when it comes to how many times I've sucked his cock. By
now, given that almost not a day went by since we'd been engaged that I
HADN'T blown Steve, he MIGHT be close to overtaking my father in terms of
all-time high count but it would take a lot for him to match all the
times I'd sucked my dad while living at home. I know especially while I
high school it was almost a daily thing for him and me.
I do have to say one thing though. Of all the cocks I've sucked the one
I love the most is without question my husband's. Sure I love to suck my
dad's dick but that's totally different. What I mean is that as his
daughter I'm SUPPOSE to do that, assuming of course he wants it. It's
not that I ever felt pressured to do so but for me blowing my dad was
more about him and satisfying HIS needs. Given I was born his daughter,
it's not like I had much of a choice when it came to fathers. Again,
it's not that I would want ANY other man as a father, just saying it was
all inevitable.
In contrast, Steve is my husband... my soul mate, my lover. I CHOSE to
be his wife and while that title brings with it a certain amount of
responsibility for submitting to and satisfying my husband, I am
ultimately the one responsible for my situation. I WANTED Steve to be my
husband.
**************
After having finished and cleaned up we sat at the kitchen table for
breakfast. We discussed the previous night a bit, comparing notes.
Steve LOVED to hear all about what I did with other men. As for me, I
really wasn't overly enthusiastic to hear the details of him and the
other wife but I knew he liked to talk about it so I put up with it
without complaint or even hinting at my lack of interest. When we were
done and I'd cleared up our dishes Steve started to get up but I motioned
him to keep a seat for a moment.
"You know I love you, don't you?" I asked him.
Steve look at me with his eyes narrowed a bit. It was all I could do to
keep from laughing. Not that I blamed him as usually when I started out
with a line such as that it meant either I'd done something really wrong
or there was something I really wanted.
"Yesssssss...," he answered cautiously.
"And you know I would do anything for you, right?"
"Yesssssss...," he answered even more cautiously this time. His spidey
sense must have been on high alert by now.
I giggled and kissed him and then stood back smiling at him before
adding, "Then I want to do something for you... something extra special."
His posture eased a little but I could see he still wasn't quite ready to
let his guard down yet as he waited impatiently for me to continue. By
now he knew better than to interrupt me when I was like this.
"You've been so wonderful to me lately that I want to grant you one
wish."
I paused and stood back, waiting for him to respond. He seemed a little
confused, as if he wasn't sure if I was finished, if he was supposed to
guess, or what.
"So name it," I said trying to help out
"OK, so help me out a little here," he said slowly, "Exactly what sort of
wish are we talking about here?"
"Anything... ANYTHING."
He sensed a trap so he paused and then slowly asked, "And just what do
you mean by anything?"
I huffed a little and put my hands on my hips to express my growing
exasperation.
"Who are you, Bill Clinton?" I teased him, "I said anything so that's
exactly what I meant... anything."
"Can I think about this?"
"Noooooo, you KNOW what you want so just ask me for it."
Men! They can be so difficult sometimes! Of course he knew what he
wanted but this wasn't an offer I'd ever made before, at least not quite
in this way.
"Alright... you got me. This is some sort of weird feminine trick
question, isn't it? Something from one of those women's magazines."
Crap! Now I WAS getting annoyed...
"Oh for crying out load Steve, I'm being serious. Like I'm offering you
a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity here since I'm not able to fulfill my
end of the bargain adequately. So if you don't want to take me up on it
then just say so but this is the last time I'm gonna make the offer."
The wheels were spinning and churning in his head. Finally he shrugged
and grinned.
"Hmmmmmm, so anything you say..."
"Well, anything that's possible," I interjected before he got TOO carried
away. "Like that means no Katlyn or that sort of thing."
So funny... he pretended to be disappointed but he knew better. In
everyone's life there are SOME things are just always going to always be
fantasies and having sex with my super-cute and ever sexier young niece
was one of those. I had thoughts it might be different at one time but
now that she was fourteen the window of opportunity was closing rapidly
so no sense in getting his hopes up.
"Alright then... but you already know what I want."
Now it was his turn to put it back on me, or at least try, but I wasn't
going to let him get away with it. Sure I had some pretty good ideas of
what he would want. It's not like we both hadn't told the other most of
our fantasies at one time or the other and with Steve there were a couple
that came up more than often. My niece was probably the one at the top
of the list but there were a number of others running neck and neck close
behind.
"Nope... too late, I already asked YOU to tell ME!"
Steve shrugged and sat back in the chair with a grin.
"OK, you asked for it... the babysitter."
Like most men, Steve can be so predictable at times! I had been pretty
confident it was going to be the one he'd choose but then you never know,
there was always the slim chance he might surprise me but when it came to
his sexual fantasies Steve was pretty well mapped out for me.
First, let me make it clear that Steve was NOT referring to having sex
with our REAL babysitter. One thing we'd made sure of long before were
the things that were off limits. It's not like we necessarily agreed on
everything but I believe for a marriage to work, especially one like
ours, that each person needs to know the boundaries. We actually sat
down one time and each of us wrote out a list. Needless to say mine was
quite a bit longer than his. In fact, I remember he'd sat there quite a
while before even putting down one thing while I had half my page already
filled out!
Technically and "legally" my list didn't count. I mean that as the head
of our family Steve had the ultimate authority to make decisions which
gave him veto power over anything on my list. However, just because he
had the authority didn't mean he had to use it. There were a few
relatively minor things where we negotiated and I gave in but on the
"big" hitters he respected me out of his love for me. It's the sort of
thing that has made our marriage what it is today.
One thing on my list dated back to my childhood - babysitting. A firm
rule for me had been that I NEVER did anything with any of the kids I
sat. Parents were another thing of course but NEVER the kids. Not even
teasing or anything suggestive. It's been the same in my teaching
career. Oh sure I know the boys look at me but then they look at ANY
female at that age and it's been my personal directive to never do
anything to encourage them. Yes, I've known a few teachers that liked to
push the line now and then but none that actually DID anything. The last
thing I need in my life is to draw any attention to me like that.
The same principles apply when it comes to the kids in our neighborhood
and especially the ones that come to our house. It's not like they
gather at our place but we come in contact with them in just our daily
lives like when they come to the door to sell cookies or popcorn. Forget
all the fantasy stories - it never happens! This especially applies to
the babysitters. Of course my husband has the same fantasies as I'm sure
most of the fathers had when I was the sitter. And yes, I know a couple
that like to flirt with him, just as I did with the fathers when they
would drive me home and my skirt would "accidentally" ride up. But he
knows better - I would neuter him if he ever so much as touched one of
them!
Still, as I said it's not like my husband doesn't have the same fantasies
about the babysitter as most men. Just look at the porn on the internet
and it's obvious it's a huge male fantasy - and for some women as well.
So when my husband told me his answer to my offer was "the babysitter", I
knew exactly what he wanted.
Fortunately for Steve, unlike most fathers HIS fantasy was something I
could provide for him. Well, not with a real babysitter but the scenario
wasn't all that difficult to work out. For that I had my Aunt Linda to
help me out...
Chapter 4 - Working Out the Details
===================================
Once I had Steve's answer the next step was to put a plan in place to
fulfill his request. The next day after he'd gone to work I called my
aunt to ask her if I could stop over. It wasn't like I didn't do it
often anyways, more to make sure she was home. She said to stop by the
office after lunch as she had some clients in the morning but her
afternoon was free. One nice thing about being a realtor, you pretty
much set up your own schedule.
As it turned out getting IN her office was easy... getting OUT wasn't.
My cousin Kristi was there as well as a few other associates plus the
secretary and everyone had to ask me how I was doing, when I was due, and
what seemed to be like a hundred more questions. One thing they all
commented on was how skinny I'd managed to stay but for that I could only
take a little credit as it was all genetics. It had been the same with
my first in that it was like everything was in front where it looked by
now like I had a basketball under my dress but from behind people didn't
even know I was pregnant! A side benefit had been I managed to lose the
weight and get back into bikini shape within a couple of months so with
my due date at the end of April I was hoping to be ready for summer when
bikinis and short shorts were my primary wardrobe selections.
Kristi seemed a little miffed when she was politely told that just her
mother was going out but Aunt Linda explained that she had several
closings to get ready for the next day or two and my cousin took the
hint. I'm sure that my aunt would fill her in on all the details later
anyways, it's not like they kept any secrets from one another!
Finally we made our escape and drove over to a local Panera Bread for a
bite to eat. The lunch crowd had dissipated and we found a booth away
from everyone where I sat across from her and munched on a muffin and
sipped my diet soft drink.
"Soooooo, what's this all about?" my aunt asked, checking to be sure we
couldn't be overheard, "You sounded rather mysterious on the phone
yesterday."
In a few minutes I gave her the rundown on what Steve and I had discussed
the other day. She listened intently and started grinning as soon as I
told her what he finally had decided on his "anything" choice.
"Well, THAT was certainly a surprise," she commented sarcastically, "Like
I NEVER would have guessed THAT one."
We both laughed. She knew my husband's fixations on young girls as well
as I did, maybe even better considering she spent a good deal more time
with him in such situations. In some ways she probably even understood
him better as she also preferred young boys - and girls as well.
"So I take it then you need me to help set someone up, right?" she asked
smiling.
I just nodded. It's not like she didn't know the answer already.
She rubbed her chin as if in deep thought. "Hmmmmmm, you know it's funny
you should be asking me this right now. I was just talking to some folks
the other day about this very sort of thing."
"Oh really?"
"In fact, in this case she actually IS a babysitter and from what I've
seen quite the little tease."
"How old?" I asked. This was sort of important to me as I knew both my
husband and aunt tended to go more for what I would consider the lower
end of the range. For Steve the "sweet spot" was probably like twelve or
thirteen with fourteen being the top end assuming she wasn't overly
developed for her age. He liked that stage where a girl was starting to
have boobs but not quite ready to ditch the training bra. Still, given
the opportunity I knew he wouldn't turn down a little younger although
not usually when I was around as he knew my feelings about it. At the
same time he wasn't like my dad who I knew had gone pretty extreme
sometimes, leading to my mom finally having to draw the line which he
unfortunately refused to retreat from. Maybe "refused" is too harsh a
term... more like unable maybe but in the end the results were the same
so far as their marriage was concerned.
"She's thirteen I believe. Just had her birthday a few weeks ago if I
remember right. Only child by the way - same as you. They celebrated it
at the party Steve and I attended the weekend before last if you
remember."
Not that I remembered but I didn't tell her that. She probably assumed
that Steve told me about everything that went on at those parties when he
came home but the reality was he knew that unless it was something he
just couldn't resist bragging about to me that the "don't ask don't tell"
rule applied. In any case I had a pretty good idea of how such a
birthday would be "celebrated".
"Her dad?" I asked more out of curiosity than anything else.
"No, at least not yet," Aunt Linda answered. She knew what I meant by
the question.
It didn't surprise me actually. One of the things that had surprised me
when we first started attending the "family" parties was how many of the
people there did NOT engage in any incestual sex even though they were
fine with their kids having sex with other adults. In fact, I'd estimate
that more than half fell into this category. It was the reason why
incest wasn't allowed at the "public" parties. If you were into that
sort of thing then you made your own arrangements to meet with like-
minded families.
My Aunt Linda had explained it to me back then that there were a number
of reasons for this. The first was the common myth about "inbreeding"
that concerned many folks. Oh sure carried to the extreme you get
"Deliverance" but one generation or so isn't going to mess with the gene
pool all that much. Seems we do a pretty good of that already without
worrying about incest! The biggest reason seems to be less "scientific"
and simply more cultural. Many people are simply uncomfortable with the
idea of having sex with their own kids. I can understand it just from
the myriad of conversations I've had with people on-line over the years.
Most men seem to be infatuated with incest porn but when pressed as to
whether they would do their own daughter the answer is usually a firm NO.
Their daughter's friends - yes but their own daughter is off limits.
At the same time I got a bit of a kick out of the way my aunt had phrased
her answer, adding in that little "not yet" at the end. Indeed, you
never know where people will go and given this girl was an only child it
sort of left the door open to her father changing his mind in the future.
I knew of several families where this was the case, especially when the
daughter got older and the idea of sex became less "creepy" if that's the
right way to put it.
"Tell you what, they're supposed to be there this coming weekend so I'll
ask her father about it. I DO happen to know they meet up with other
families off-line so I wouldn't think there would be any issues."
She paused, her brow wrinkled as she seemed to running things through her
mind. Something must have come up because she looked up and asked, "One
thing... overnight or just for the evening."
I hadn't really thought about that so now it was my turn to hesitate. I
almost just blurted out that it would just be for the evening before
thinking it through as typically what babysitter spends the night?
Fortunately I caught myself and I sat back in the seat, trying to get
myself comfortable.
"Back?" my aunt asked, looking concerned.
I shook my head. At least it wasn't at the moment. One thing about
carrying so much weight up front was it DID stress my back a lot but at
the moment it was more trying to fit in the booth that was causing me
fits. A chair would have been a lot easier but I had been thinking more
of our privacy than comfort when selecting a seat.
"You know," I finally responded, "I was about to say just the evening but
this IS something really special that I want to do for him so do you
think they'd be OK with an all-nighter?"
Aunt Linda sort of giggled more than laughed. "Judging from what I've
seen of her, I'm sure SHE wouldn't mind. She's pretty aggressive. I'll
have to make sure her daddy's OK with it though. For the life of me I
don't see why he wouldn't but you never know about these things. Some
people can be a little weird sometimes."
I wasn't surprised by the "aggressive" characterization. In fact, it was
one of the reasons I changed my mind with regards to the morality of the
parties. When we first talked about going to them I had been concerned
that they were just thinly veiled excuses for adults to have sex with
young kids and that the kids were being brainwashed or maybe even forced
to do things beyond their control. Well, it didn't take long for me to
realize how wrong THAT misconception had been. Oh sure the main point of
the parties WAS so adults could fuck underage kids but that didn't mean
the kids weren't just as much in favor if it as their parents -
especially the girls. These days I've done a 180 in that now I think
it's actually GOOD for them as it builds character and self-esteem.
Everyone is so worried these days about kids' self-esteem well what makes
a girl more self-confident and happy with herself as she is than to have
a dozen older men all at her complete beck and call for an entire
evening? Trust me, it's the girls running the show! The boys at that
age aren't exactly shy but overall they're still much more the followers.
With that we finished up our snacks and she begged off with another
house-showing appointment looking. I didn't blame her as the housing
market was still pretty weak overall and it wouldn't do for her to do
anything that might cause someone to seek out another agent.
I had to wait almost a week before hearing back from my aunt, Steve was
getting more impatient by the day for me to follow up on my promises so I
was more than relieved when she told me that everything was fine and that
Amanda was excited to be our "babysitter" for the evening. Of course
there would be no baby when she arrived - my aunt had already volunteered
for the true babysitter duties.
Steve was thrilled to get the news. Like duh, he wouldn't be? So
everything was in place. All we had to do now was wait for Saturday
night to arrive...
Chapter 5 - The Babysitter
==========================
Saturday FINALLY arrived. OMG, Steve had been like a little boy
impatiently waiting for Christmas all week! All I knew was I just hoped
the evening lived up to his expectations. My concern was that he had
fantasized about all this week for so long that it would be nearly
impossible for a real girl to live up to his expectations. It was sort
of like when I would sometimes meet up with a husband when he would be
cheating on his wife for the first time. Talk about pressure to perform!
Then again, if Amanda was anywhere near the way my aunt had described her
then I felt pretty confident that this would be a night Steve would
remember for the rest of his life!
We'd planned it out to be as realistic as possible. Steve would drive to
pick her, just as he did with our usual sitters. The only difference was
that rather than driving to her house we had arranged for her parents to
meet with him at an Eat-N-Park by the mall. They loved a couple of hours
away so there was no sense wasting half the night with him driving back
and forth. Although it was never stated, I was also pretty sure that her
parents probably wanted to meet Steve before handing their thirteen year-
old daughter over to a complete stranger for an evening of sex, no matter
how experienced she might already be.
After he left I stayed home and anxiously awaited their return. I had
briefly toyed with the idea of spending the night at my dad's with my
daughter and Aunt Linda. My aunt would have still taken care of my girl
as no doubt I would have spent the night with my dad but in the end I
decided against it. Even though the idea of my husband fucking a young
barely-teenage girl wasn't exactly a turn-on for me, at the same time I
knew me watching him WOULD be something that he would love and
appreciate. There was no way I was going to be getting involved, THAT
was one thing I was pretty well decided about, but then this was HIS
night, not mine. I never actually asked him one way or the other but I
knew my husband well enough that it wasn't necessary. If staying home
would make it even more memorable for him, then staying home is what I
would do.
One other thing I had debated and in this case decided against it was
whether or not to video the night or at least take a few photos. At the
parties cameras of any type were strictly forbidden but at the private
ones they were more or less considered standard. I was quite sure he
wouldn't mind and no doubt he'd share them with my aunt and dad but in
the end I told him that I thought this was something that he should just
enjoy and not worry about performing for the camera. It's like when
people go on vacation and spend all their time with their phone or camera
and never really take the opportunity to truly enjoy what's right in
front of them.
He was gone for less than an hour when I saw his truck pull up into the
driveway. I retreated from the living room where I'd been watching from
his return and headed for the kitchen. My idea was to make this seem as
natural and unrehearsed as possible.
The side door opened and in walked Steve and Amanda. My first thought I
swear was God, she's so small! Thirteen? Who was she fooling? Maybe
ten or eleven but that would be stretching it. My guess was maybe 4'6"
and 60-70 pounds?
Then I got a better look and thought differently. She was definitely
getting boobs (and definitely NOT wearing anything under her thin sheer
white tank top) and her hips were starting to round out a little although
her legs still had that thin coltish look of her pre-teen years. He hair
was auburn - Steve's favorite, and hung down her back straight almost to
her butt. Yes, she was small and that's what made my first estimate of
her age too low. Yeah, the more I looked and ignored her small frame the
more I could see a young teenager emerging.
"Hi Kelly, I'm Amanda!" she announced, practically skipping into the
kitchen, "It's OK if I call you Kelly, isn't it? Steve said to."
She looked back at my husband who just smiled. God, he looked like the
bird who had just eaten the canary!
I was more than curious as to how the meet and greet had gone with her
parents but neither of them seemed anxious to say anything. I guess
technically if she HAD been the babysitter no such meeting would have
even taken place so in the realm of "reality" there was no reason to
bring them up in the conversation. Maybe later he'd tell me?
Until then I had all these ideas about how we would role-play and I'd
pretend to give her all the rules and instructions and go over our
schedule for the evening. Things would of course soon progress but now I
found myself wondering why even bother with the crap? I was sure Steve
was as horny as a high school boy and from the looks of her she wasn't
exactly shy. Speaking of which, when my aunt had labeled her as
aggressive, she hadn't been kidding!
"So Kelly, you're gonna stay and watch him fuck me?"
OOOOOOOK, so much for role-playing. She was obviously ready to go and I
found myself caught slightly off balance at her forwardness. Well, I
wasn't about to let a girl less than half my age show me up in front of
my husband. At the same time, I wasn't anxious to be overly involved. My
plans were to observe, not participate.
"She's going to be a handful, are you ready for this?" I said, directing
my question to my husband who was grinning even wider now. It was more a
rhetorical question so I wasn't really expecting a response, nor did I
get one.
Turning to Amanda, I asked, "Would you like something to drink?"
"Got any wine?" she answered quickly, smiling hopefully.
I shook my head. "Sorry, I think you're a little too young to be
drinking wine, don't you? How about a soda? I drink Diet Coke, would
you like one?"
She frowned but nodded. Something told me she wasn't use to being told
no in these sort of circumstances.
I went to the refrigerator to get a couple of cans, taking the
opportunity to look over Amanda a little more carefully. God she was
cute! Again, her small size was deceiving as her face was definitely
more that of a tween or young teenager. She had sort of an olive
complexion and looked to maybe eastern European although I wasn't sure if
that accounted for her striking hair color. Then again, maybe it wasn't
her natural color, who knows these days? With that skin tone her legs,
even lacking any tan at this time of year, still looked great and with
her shorts cut so high she was showing off every inch of them - and half
her ass as well, especially when she sat on a stool by the counter and
crossed her legs. Her white top was so sheer that her nipples were
clearly visible. Even if it hadn't been they would have been quite
noticeable from the way they poked through the skin-tight thin material.
He stomach, peeking out under from where the top was pulled up, had
clearly lost all its baby fat and she looked to be in great shape - maybe
a gymnast or cheerleader?
"So Amanda, what grade are you in?" I asked, hoping to get to know her a
little while things were still relatively calm and quiet.
"Seventh," she responded quickly as if that made her all grown up.
"I teach eighth grade," I said in reply, not really sure what that had to
do with anything but it seemed to be the natural response.
"Cool, you look a lot hotter than any of my teachers!"
What a little suck-up! She knew who to please, didn't she? I understood
totally as I had also learned at a young age that of keep the wife happy
then the husband follow naturally.
"Do you have a boyfriend Amanda?" I asked.
"Noooooo, mom says I'm too young to go out on dates." I almost made some
retort about not being young to be fucked by their dads but held my
tongue.
"So I hear you like going to parties?" I said in a tone making it more a
question than a statement. She was pretty sharp and immediately
understood that I wasn't referring to those with her 7th grade friends.
"Oh yeah, I LOVE them!" she practically gushed. "Everyone's so nice to
me."
Oh I bet they were - especially the fathers!
"Do you mind me asking when you lost your virginity?"
We were definitely not role-playing the babysitter thing anymore but my
curiosity was getting the better of me. She wasn't shy, that was true!
"Oh I was eleven - my birthday. My mom and dad were so proud of me!"
Not as proud as she was telling me I bet! It was like telling me her
wedding date almost. I probably could have gone on but Steve was growing
impatient.
"Ummmmm Kelly... what was all that about just watching?"
Busted! OK, I got the hint. Feeling a little sheepish I took my drink
and moved back out of the way. Amanda spun around on her stool to face
Steve.
"Cool! Do you want me to suck your dick now Steve?"
It seemed pretty obvious it was what SHE wanted from the way her eyes
were fixated on his crotch where his erection was obvious.
Steve gave me a quick look almost like he wanted my permission but I just
shrugged and leaned back against the counter. If this was going to get
started in here then I would be getting a chair before long as standing
up for any length of time was NOT on my agenda.
Turning back to Amanda, Steve quickly undid his belt of his slacks as she
reached for his zipper and pulled it down before undoing the clasp at the
top. This wasn't her first rodeo, that was for sure! He held out his
hands as she pushed his slacks and underwear down until his stiff cock
flopped out. Oh yeah, he was ready, that was for sure!
"Mmmmmmm, you have a nice dick Steve," she complimented him as she took
it in both her small hands. Her tiny fingers barely wrapped around him
as she held it and looked it over. She knew all the right words, that
was for sure.
Dropping off the stool, she was so short she barely had to lean over to
take the tip of his cock in her mouth, giving it just as quick suck
before letting it noisily pop from her mouth. Steve was staring down at
her, not taking his eyes off her for even a second.
"I LOVE sucking men," she murmured as she licked the head of his cock,
running her tongue under the lip of his head and then over the tip, "I
think it's so cool they get so hard because of me."
She took one hand off and placed it on his hip to steady herself as she
twisted her head to lick the length of his shaft. Someone had taught
this girl well in the art of blow jobs. I admired her technique as she
expertly used her tongue to tease him along with brief kisses up and down
his erection. Damn, most older women weren't as attentive to a man's
shaft the way Amanda was at the age of just thirteen! Too many girls
just go straight for the sucking motions and ignored the foreplay that
men loved. Indeed, Steve was already starting to leak precum and she
hadn't even taken him entirely in her mouth yet!
Leaning back a bit, she looked up at Steve and their eyes met. Without
breaking away she went down on him, taking his stiff dick in her mouth
and swallowing over half of it before pausing. She was so small I
couldn't imagine her taking even that much so I was impressed to say the
least. Then I was REALLY impressed when she took a deep breath with him
still in her mouth and with a determined look on her face she looked down
and slid the rest of his dick down her throat. Holy crap! How the heck
was she doing it? Somebody must have had a lot of practice and I mean a
LOT!
"Oh my god!" Steve groaned as she let him out and then kissed the tip of
his shaft as she caught her breath. She didn't even gag once and even I
found myself doing that now and then so I was pretty impressed with the
little minx.
"Daddy says I deep throat better than mom," she proudly informed Steve.
Now what the heck did she mean by THAT? Was her dad saying that based on
first-hand knowledge or just what other men told him? Aunt Linda had
sworn that Amanda's parents had never had sex with her but I hadn't
thought to ask if that applied to oral sex as well. Technically a blow
job wasn't sex so she wouldn't have been lying to me but still, most
people lump it together with "real" sex when they are discussing incest.
Steve sighed. "Oh I'd agree with your father on that one, you're
incredible."
She was practically beaming from his compliment and went back to work in
my husband's dick. Seeing this little sexual creature sucking my husband
off in the middle of our kitchen was more erotic than what I had imagined
it would be, especially since she was still fully clothed and he hadn't
so far as much as laid a hand on her.
Well, he hadn't up until then at least. As Amanda did her magic on his
dick, Steve reached down and pulled up her top. She raised her arms up
so he could pull it up and over her head, dropping his dick from her
mouth just long enough for it to clear and then right back she was again.
When she had said she loved to suck dick she hadn't been exaggerating,
that much as for sure.
With her now topless I could see her budding breasts were a little bit
bigger than what I had thought when she had the top on. Maybe it was
because it had been so tight that it compressed them, I don't know.
Whatever the case she had what Steve would have called the perfect boobs
- barely a handful, or at least covered by his hand. Her nipples were
surprisingly large and deep brown in color. Judging from the way they
were poking out she was obviously excited as the kitchen wasn't nearly
that cold.
I knew Steve would have loved to have held those perfect little boobs in
his hands but that would have to wait until she was standing up straight
again at the very least. Meanwhile he seemed to be more than enjoying
her expert blow job and I was getting concerned that he was going to blow
in her mouth before things even had barely gotten started. Not that his
recovery time was likely to be short under the circumstances, but still
it was something that wouldn't hurt to wait for a while if you asked my
opinion.
Steve then proceeded to strip off his shirt and kicked off his pants and
underwear along with his shoes leaving him in just his socks - for the
moment at least. I gazed longingly at his naked body. Mmmmmmm, I wanted
him! Little Amanda had better appreciate what a hunk she was getting for
the night was all I could say!
"Fuck, I have GOT to taste your pussy," Steve suddenly blurted out.
My horny husband seemed terribly anxious to move things along but who
could blame him? Now I enjoy being with a woman under the right
circumstances even though I far prefer men most of the time. Still, as I
said, I like being with a WOMAN - not a young girl. Nothing against them
and I certainly can appreciate them but as a general rule I leave the
young girls to Steve. Still, Amanda was so damn cute and so petite that
I couldn't help but wonder myself how delicious she might taste.
Amanda dutifully dropped his dick from her mouth and stood up straight.
She quickly dropped her shorts but kept her sneakers and white ankle
socks on. Once again I found myself impressed by her maturity at such a
young age. Most girls like her would have stripped entirely but she
apparently know that it turned most men on for a woman to keep her shoes
on while her had sex with her, at least at first.
Steve took her by the waist with both hands and easily lifted her up onto
the kitchen table where she laid back on her and brought her feet up to
rest on the edge with her legs spread open wide for him. It was my first
glimpse at her tiny pussy and I saw she wasn't bare but instead was
covered by short fuzzy hair, more like peach fuzz than true hair I would
say though. It was the almost the exact same auburn shade as her hair
which made me a little suspicious - maybe she DID color it. Normally I
knew that Steve preferred his girls shave bare but there was something so
sexy about her having just this light bush. It wasn't like she had
shaved or trimmed it to this length which made it seem natural for her
current stage of development.
"I haven't started shaving yet, I hope you don't mind Steve," she said
softly, almost apologetically, "Daddy says I look cute with a fuzzy pussy
but Mom says I can start shaving when it gets fuller."
"Well you look just adorable Amanda," Steve managed to get out although
his voice seemed a little rough as he took in the view of the child
spread out obscenely in front of him on the table where we ate our
dinners.
She smiled as I would have expected. What girl doesn't love to be
complimented about her body? Again I found myself thinking about how
wrong I had been earlier on when I worried about girls such as this
engaging in sex with men like my husband. Talk about building up her ego
and self-esteem! At an age where so many girls are uncertain about their
body image and worrying what others thought when they looked at them,
Amanda had someone like Steve telling her how beautiful and sexy she was
instead! Sure my dad use to compliment me the same way at her age but
then he was my dad and that's what dad's do. It would have been a huge
help for me back then when I was the girl with the smallest boobs in her
class to have another father tell her how good she looked to him - and
then prove it by having sex with her.
Steve wasted no more time with chit chat as he rested his hands on the
table edge and plunged his face into her open crotch and began to lick at
her pussy like a cat with a bowl of milk. For the first time so far I
found myself a little jealous. I bet she tasted so sweet!
Amanda put her hands on her little boobs and squeezed her nipples as
Steve ate her out and then started toying with her pussy with his hand
and fingers. Soon one and then not long after a second finger pushed its
way into her wet pussy, bringing her to her first orgasm quickly.
Steve was like a man possessed. He licked her all over, touched her all
over, sucking on her nipples, kissing he and pushing his tongue into her
mouth and then back to her pussy again. I knew it wouldnÕt be long before
he couldn't contain himself further and as usual, I knew my husband!
Standing up, Steve gripped his rock-hard dick and approached AmandaÕs
open wet pussy. She knew it was time and wiggled her cute little bare
bottom up to the edge of the table.
"Fuck me Steve," was all she said and to her credit, she knew it was all
she needed to say. Those magic words every man wants to hear!
It was tempting for me to urge him on, to tell him to fuck the little
wench, to show me how his thick hard dick fit in her hairy little pussy
but somehow I kept quiet.
"Oh fuck, you're so big!" she moaned as she started to press himself into
her. I thought to myself maybe she could tone down on the script a
little but then in all fairness I had to guess that when your pussy is as
small as hers that he undoubtedly WAS big for her.
At first glance anyone watching would say that there was no way his
erection was going to fit into that tiny pussy. Like she was so damn
small! Oh sure I knew she was far from being a virgin and that no doubt
men larger than my average-sized husband had fucked her before, but it
still seemed all but an impossible task. She grunted as he pushed hard
and then the head disappeared. Once he had that much in her the rest
went in easily and he quickly bottomed out with his dick fully enveloped
now by her thirteen year-old pussy.
"Oh Steve, that feels SOOOOOOOO good," she moaned loudly as he started
his rhythm, stroking his erection in and out of her slowly at first, and
then gradually building up speed.
This was just the first of what I knew would be several times he would be
fucking her tonight and as such I would have guessed he would just fuck
her fast and hard and cum quick. Well, If I HAD placed a bet I would
have won! It was only a few minutes before Steve was ready to cum.
"Fuck I'm gonna cum!" he announced loudly as he stroked himself furiously
in and out of her.
"Stay in me Steve... cum inside of me," she begged him, trying to wrap
her short legs around him and instead gripping him like she was riding a
horse instead - at least if the horse had been on its back I guess. The
point being she wanted him to stay in her and he wasn't complaining.
"Oh fuck!" he groaned deeply as he thrust into her and held himself deep
inside of her. I could see his buttocks clench as he ejaculated deep
inside this tiny thirteen year-old as she closed her eyes and accepted
his sperm.
(By the way, I would have assumed she was on birth control being that was
the rule for all women at the parties but even if she wasn't it wouldn't
have mattered. Steve and I have agreed that this will be our last baby
so after I got pregnant he had gotten a vasectomy. There was always the
risk that something might happen and I'd lose the baby but after the
first one without a hitch we decided to get it done and over with since
it took a couple of months to be sure he was rid of all his little
soldiers. I'll probably always refer to his cum as his sperm but in
reality he's shooting blanks now.)
Steve was panting as he stood there with his dick still impaled in
Amanda's tiny pussy. For the first time since he started fucking her he
looked over at me and I just smiled. Really, I WAS happy for him and he
looked just so incredibly pleased with himself. This was indeed a first.
Never before had I allowed him to bring home a girl outside our family
for sex and to be honest, I doubted he would again, at least not if I was
home. Still, seeing my hunky husband in this position, naked in the
middle of our kitchen with his cock buried inside of the cutest little
thirteen year-old you can imagine who had obviously had loved being
fucked just as much as he had enjoyed doing her, was pretty damn erotic.
Amanda wasn't finished as no sooner had he pulled out of her than she
twisted around and stretched out on the table, taking his cum-covered
dick into her mouth and sucking him clean. Steve moaned with pleasure as
she licked and sucked his still hyper-sensitive dick.
"That was fun," Amanda exclaimed cheerfully as she finally finished and
sat up on the edge of the table. She looked over at me for the first
time and asked, "Sure you don't want to join us Kelly?"
It WAS tempting, even in my condition, but I'd sworn to myself that I
wouldn't cave in to such temptation. This had been all about Steve from
the start and I wasn't about to change direction now. Not saying I
wasn't close to giving in though!! God she was adorable. How her father
could go without fucking her was incomprehensible to me. Frankly, I
wasn't so sure we were hearing the whole story but then if they didn't
want people to know then we never would.
"Oh well, whatever," she said rather flippantly as the seventh grader in
her made an appearance. Yeah, she might suck cock and fuck like a girl
twice her age but she was still just another middle school princess at
heart!
"So you ready for more Steve? I am!" she giggled jumping off the table
and reaching for his now dwindling dick.
"Sure but let's go upstairs, ok?" he sighed, still trying to catch his
breath. I was rather amused to say the least. Awwwwww, my poor husband
wasn't a sixteen year-old stud anymore! Now he was twice that old and it
was starting to show. Granted he was still a long ways from needing
Viagra but it was taking him longer to recover these days than when he
could fuck me two or even three times with hardly a break in between.
Then again it's not like I'm no teenager myself either, especially now
when I look in the mirror.
Amanda giggled again and I once again saw the young girl come out. It
was like watching two sides to the same person - the sexy erotic slut and
the cute innocent seventh grader. It made me wonder what she was like in
school. I bet her teachers had their hands full with her!
Steve and Amanda disappeared up the stairs while I slowly followed. I
wasn't exactly hopping up the stairs these days! Eventually I made my
way to the bedroom where a Amanda (naked of course but still wearing her
sneakers) was laying between my husband's legs, sucking on his dick more
slowly now, nursing him to what was already about half an erection. At
least in the bedroom I had a nice overstuffed chair in the corner to
watch from which was a lot more comfortable than the kitchen furniture.
*****************
The next morning I woke to find them both in bed with her squeezed in
between us. I have to say the touch of her smooth warm bare skin against
me was tempting to say the least! Too tempting as I couldn't resist
getting at least one touch of that smooth olive skin. God, she felt like
warm velvet as I ran my fingertips along her stretched out legs and then
over her tight little butt.
After copping a quick feel of Amanda I left them still sound asleep. No
doubt they'd pick up where they left off when they awoke. In any case
Steve had sworn to me that she would be back with her parents before I
returned from church.
After getting dressed I stopped by my dad's place on the way to church
for our traditional father-daughter time together before the service. I
wasn't about to let an evening like the night before interfere with my
duties as his daughter! Of course Aunt Linda was anxious to hear all the
details - as was my dad since apparently she'd informed him of my plans.
We didn't have a lot of time before the service started so I quickly told
them how I'd watched little Amanda riding my husband and then how they'd
fucked in just about every position imaginable - and then some. Turns
out she WAS a gymnast and it was pretty amazing the way she could bend in
some really weird ways during sex! I wasn't really sure how many times
he actually fucked her as I'd gone to bed early and they moved off to
other parts of the house to leave me in peace.
Not surprisingly my dad was SOOOO turned on, so much so that we ended up
being a few minutes late to church as he couldn't go without fucking me
even in my condition after listening to my rendition of the events at our
house last night.
"So you told Steve that he could ask for anything, eh?" my dad asked on
our way to church.
I nodded warily as he continued, "So if your dear old dad asked for
anything, would you grant him his wish as well?"
I rolled my eyes as I could see where this was leading... looks like
Amanda's going to be getting another babysitting job!
THE END