Subject: Valentine's Day Reunion
Story Codes: MF MMFF exhibitionism adultery incest father-daughter
Diary Date: February 14, 2016
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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Not your typical reunion in that it didn't involve schoolmates or the
like. When my long-time BFF proposed it I was more than a little
skeptical - especially when she wanted to do it on Valentine's Day. Then
again, what better way to express my love for my husband than to be
fucked by other men right in front of him?
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - Oh to Be Young and Single Again
Chapter 2 - BFFs Unite
Chapter 3 - Kicking Things Off
Chapter 4 - Back in the Swing of Things
Chapter 5 - The Aftermath
Chapter 6 - Final Thoughts
Chapter 1 - Oh to Be Young and Single Again
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First, let me make one thing clear... I LOVE being married, I LOVE being
a mother, and I can't ever imagine returning to the angst-filled days of
my youth.
OK, with that said, I think everyone fantasizes about the past and what
it would be like to go back and relive it, particularly if we could keep
the knowledge and maturity we have today. Like who hasn't thought, "Boy,
if I just could do that over," or even just wished they could repeat it
just the way it happened all over again?
If there's one thing I've always maintained though, it's that there are
very few things in my life that I regret actually doing. So that pretty
much eliminates the "wish I could go back and NOT do that" sort of stuff.
However, what digs at my soul are the things that I have NOT done when I
had the chance. Of course number one on that list would have to be how I
failed to give my dad my virginity. Yeah I understand that in all
fairness it was HIS fault more than mine but that doesn't erase the
guilt. In my defense, it's not that I ever consciously made a decision
to NOT have sex with my dad first, it's more like the concept never even
occurred to me. Really, how many girls grow up thinking that their dad
might want to fuck them, especially for her first time? Oh sure I was
well aware that I aroused him - I wasn't THAT na‹ve! Having his erection
poking my bottom when I would sit naked on his lap in the hot tub made it
pretty obvious. Still, my mom would always remind me that even fathers
were still men and that's what happens to guys when they see a naked girl
- even if she is his own daughter.
All my dad would've had to do was just TELL me, or even just do it, and I
would never have protested. If there was one thing I always wanted while
growing up to it was to please my daddy and make him happy. So you can
imagine how heartbroken I was when two years after my boyfriend
deflowered me that I finally learned about my father's past feelings and
desires for me! It's a bit of a guilt trip I ride to this day. Still,
there's a silver lining in that while my dad didn't get to do me first,
my husband DID! Not a bad second choice as how many married women today
can make that claim?
Other than that, even the seemingly "bad" things that have happened to me
aren't necessarily on a list of things I wish had never happened.
Instead, I tend to view most of those times as the things that made me
who I am today. Without those experiences - the good and the "bad", who
knows what type of women I might have become! A good example is when I
tried being an escort back in college and was raped early in my new
"career" which caused me to quit. Who knows, without that one time would
I have become a whore like my cousin? As much as I hate to admit it,
I've had sex with a dog (twice in fact but the second time didn't really
count). Would I ever do it again - NEVER! Do I regret doing it - no.
It was an "experience", to say the least, and it gave me a perspective
towards such things I would never have today without having done it
myself.
I've been blessed in many ways throughout my life. My parents have been
as supportive and loving as anyone could ask. Finances have never been a
huge issue (OK, maybe more so now than when I was growing up). I've got
a career that I always dreamed of being a middle-school teacher. Yes,
I'm currently just substituting so I can spend more time with my young
daughters, but in a few years I plan to return to full time. Then of
course there's been my sex life where I have absolutely no complaints.
Please don't think of me as being conceited, but I think it's fair to say
that God has blessed me with a sexy body that attracts most men, and I've
made good use of what He has given me.
Actually, if I had access to a time machine it would be my dream to go
back and simply relive many of the sexual experiences I've been so
fortunate to have had. Many of these simply can't be repeated with an
obvious example being the day I gave my first blowjob and then shortly
afterwards, my virginity. Needless to say, it's the "first times" I
think about the most as they can't be repeated even if I tried. Of
course the one "first time" that sits at the top of the list would have
to be the first time I had submitted and had sex with my dad. Other than
the day I gave myself to the Lord, I would say that was the most
important event in my life as it changed virtually everything. I have so
many special memories of that day and have masturbated probably thousands
of times thinking about it so to be able to go back and relive it would
be the most fantastic wish to be granted me ever. Of course I wouldn't
want a single thing to change - I'd want to repeat it exactly the way it
happened - over and over and over again.
Anyone who reads my diary should realize how many things I have available
to me think about in terms of wishing I could repeat them. The ones most
relevant to the events of this Valentine's Day would be the sex parties
my BFF Beth use to invite me to attend.
Beth and I have been BFFs since as long as I can remember. In some ways
we're a lot alike but I think that most people would also say we're
opposites in many ways. For instance, back in the sixth grade she was
already wearing a "real" bra while my mother had diplomatically bought me
a trainer even I didn't even need even that until almost the eighth
grade. I was always the thin petite one (nice words for being scrawny)
while Beth, while not fat by any stretch of the imagination, always has a
little more "meat on her bones" as my dad would describe her. We both
LOVE sex but in different ways. She was the first to lose her virginity
when we were both thirteen but then with her boobs she drew the high
school boys like bears to honey. I've always leaned more towards
intimacy and 1-1 sex while she's the party girl. Sure, I enjoy partying
too but nothing like Beth. Again, that was probably because early on she
was invited to all the wild parties even though she was usually the
youngest girl there.
One area where we differed perhaps the most was in our family
relationships. While I became involved in an incestual relationship with
my father and other in my family in my mid-teens, Beth never even came
close to such relationships in her own family. She was so lucky to have
a brother and it sort of bugged me that she never took advantage of him -
what a waste in my view. As for her father - THAT was never going to
happen.
I didn't tell anyone, not even Beth or my cousin Kristi, when I first
started having sex with my dad. It wasn't until some years later that
Beth learned the truth but even that didn't happen until my dad had
already fucked her earlier. Yes, if you didn't catch that my dad
actually fucked someone outside our family which was as much as shock to
me as anyone given my mother's strict interpretation of adultery. I
guess because Beth and I were so close that it was almost like she a
member of our family that my Mom reluctantly went along with it.
However, while Beth was more than OK with fucking MY dad, she wasn't
nearly as thrilled when I seduced (he would say tricked) HER dad. Yeah,
it was just the one time but it strained our friendship more than
anything ever had before... or since. It was a little rough for a few
weeks but we managed through it and like everything else, I think the
experience was worth it even if it was never repeated.
But back to the parties...
Somehow or another Beth became involved with a group of singles who would
periodically get together for what was basically an orgy - no other way
to diplomatically describe it. The rules were pretty simple - you had to
be single (no dating couples could attend, at least not the same time),
under 30 but at least 18, and willing to have sex with multiple people.
The last was sort of obvious I guess but then you might be surprised how
many people want to attend such things just to watch.
One of my most vivid memories of those days was the very first party I
attended with her where I learned Beth hadn't exactly forewarned me about
everything. She'd conveniently left out the part about the "initiation"
where the new person had to have sex with the party host or hostess in
front of the entire group to kick the night off. Not that I really
cared, mind you, but it would've been nice to have been told ahead of
time!
While I never got into the orgy scene anywhere near Beth's level of
interest, it was a pleasant diversion at times so I might pretend to
protest when she invited me but in the end I always accepted. For the
most part I enjoyed myself as the people there were always respectful and
I never felt pressured to do anything I didn't like. There was only one
party that I remember as being one of those "how did I ever agree to
THAT?" moments where I ended up volunteering to substitute for another
girl so she wouldn't have to have sex with a dog (long story... it's in
my diary). It was something I'd done ONCE before and had solemnly sworn
never to do again but sometimes you just have to bite the bullet and do
things to help others which is why I really don't count that in my
"resume". It's not something I'm proud of and frankly, still grosses me
out a little when I think about what I did - even though I can't say I
didn't enjoy it a little at the time.
Since the rule was that you couldn't bring a boyfriend or significant
other with you, I pretty much stopped going once I started dating Steve
again. Of course after he had proposed to me I became ineligible so that
put a complete stop to it even if I had wanted to go. Steve never did
attend one and I've never really told him all that much about the ones I
did. While Steve and I don't hide anything about our pasts from each
other, we don't exactly go out of our way to through in the other's face
either. If he had ever asked me I would've gladly told me anything he
wanted to know but as he never seemed all that interested I just never
bothered.
My how things change... Now Beth and I are both in our early thirties,
married with kids although she has two darling boys whereas I have my two
wonderful daughters. We both tease each other that now instead of being
school sluts we're the neighborhood MILFs but I think she secretly enjoys
her current status just as much as I do. We've swapped since she got
married but only a couple of times. Growing up we both enjoyed other
girls but somehow or another we never had sex with each other all that
much. It was like we were such close friends that we didn't need it - it
was a little awkward even. Now that we're older and married, the same
mindset seems to have continued. Whatever I guess... I can't really
explain it, it's just the way it is.
So you can imagine my surprise when out of the blue one day, my BFF made
a proposal to me that she hadn't made in a LONG time!
Chapter 2 - BFFs Unite
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"You're joking, right? Ha, ha, not funny."
It was the first thing that came to my mind as I sipped on my morning
coffee sitting at Beth's kitchen table. Me and the kids had stopped over
for a brief visit and now with the rug rats occupied, we enjoyed those
few cherished quiet moments moms never seem to get enough of.
"Dead serious," Beth responded crisply, grinning at me naughtily.
"But I thought those were history now... Like how many years since the
last one?"
Beth looked up in thought as if the answer was painted on the ceiling and
then looked at me saying, "I don't know... five or six now? But like I
was telling you, it's not the same thing now. We've all... let's just
say we've all matured a bit since those days."
"I don't know... I'd have to ask Steve."
Beth leaned back and waved her hand at me. "Don't give me that crap
Kelly. I know Steve better than that - and you too. He'll go in a
heartbeat."
What could I say? If anyone knew me, Beth did, maybe even better than I
knew myself. As for Steve, same thing. Heck, Beth was having sex with
Steve before I even started dating him. Even though she was just barely
in seventh grade, those boobs drew his attention and he had a rep to
maintain so no way was he going to pass those up. It wasn't like she was
exactly shy about showing them off either.
"So who's going to be there?"
Beth started counting names off on her fingers. It was actually a little
moot as I didn't recognize hardly any of them. Even back when I was
attending the parties I didn't know the names of most of the guys who
fucked me so it wasn't like I was about to remember them now.
"So whose idea was this?" I asked, more curious now.
"It was Tyler actually - remember the guy who fucked you the first night?
He was always the main organizer and I guess he just figured it was time
to get the band back together, so to speak, for a reunion of sorts."
"He knows you're married now though, right?"
Beth giggled. "Of course - he is too. Some foreign babe from what I
hear. Matter of fact, he's only inviting the ones who ARE married which
is why the new rule is you have to bring your spouse. Sort of ironic I
guess considering the old rules."
"Hmmm, we haven't been to a group party though in ages," I mused. I
didn't say it but in truth we had, it just wasn't the sort of groups Beth
hung around with.
Beth smiled wryly at me. "Well, PLEASE don't take this wrong but I don't
think it would hurt one bit to get Steve away from those little girls for
a day and meet up with some women his own age. Really, I sometimes
wonder why you put up with it girlfriend. If Spencer ever told me he
wanted to screw some twelve year-old girl I'd cut his dick off."
"OK, that's enough, we've been here before," I said to put a stop before
it went any further. Beth and I were as close as any two girlfriends
could be but there was one thing that we never agreed on - underage sex.
"Whatever... just saying," she added, determined to get in the last word
as usual.
Before I could interrupt Kylie started crying so I had to leave the
kitchen for a bit to calm her down from whatever the heck was bothering
her. Ugh! As much as I love babies, I have to say I can't wait for her
to grow up a little more so she can better communicate her needs!
When I return I found Beth leaned over the table staring into her coffee
mug. She seemed startled when I sat down so I asked her what she'd been
thinking about. She looked a little sheepish - not a norm for her.
"Oh sorry... I was just thinking back to the good old days."
"Good old days?"
She cracked a smile saying, "Just that all this talk about parties, your
husband... brings back old memories. Did you know he was only the third
guy I had sex with?"
I couldn't help myself, I had to laugh. Like she hadn't told me a
thousand times before. Beth never seemed to grow tired of reminding me
how she'd had my husband before I did.
"Oh a few times," I responded instead, trying to be a little diplomatic.
"I hated you back then... well, I hated your boobs."
Beth grinned and hefted her breasts with both hands. "Yeah, the girls
certainly were popular. I don't think most of them even knew what my
hair color was!"
We both laughed and she continued, "You know, I still can't believe he
even asked you out. Like, every girl he'd ever dated before you was at
least a B-cup. The boy loved his boobies!"
"Well, you know I was as shocked as anyone," I confessed even though she
knew the story full well herself.
"Not as shocked as half the girls at school," she teased me. "Everyone
figured you must have been giving some of the best blowjobs in his life!"
"Well..." I grinned, "I think I did pretty good even back then."
Beth sat silent for a moment and then turned to me and said more softly,
"You know, I really AM looking forward to him fucking me again. I mean
like Spencer is great - not complaining mind you, but I've always had a
thing for Steve." She paused and grinned wider, "Well, at least I do for
his dick!"
We both chuckled at that. I wasn't sure what was with her this morning
as we hadn't talked about my husband, at least in this way, in ages.
"Hey, everything OK with you and Spencer?" I asked softly.
Beth just nodded. "Sure, like I said - no complaints. But tell me
Kelly... don't you miss those days sometimes?"
"Those days?"
"Yeah, back when we were single and could do anything. I don't know,
maybe it's just the reminder of those parties but lately I've been
feeling like I'm locked in this house. You know how it is... the kids,
money, keeping your husband happy."
Honestly, I DIDN'T know how it was as for me as married life has been the
best thing to ever happen to me. Oh sure we all pine for the past now
and then but really, why would I want to go back to those painful days in
high school when it seemed all I did was try to prove myself to everyone?
Still, it wasn't like I could say that to my best friend.
"So how does Spencer feel about this party?" I asked, trying to change
the subject.
"He's a guy, what ELSE would he say?" Beth laughed, her mood swinging
rapidly.
There was a sharp cry from the bedroom. Oh great, now what? We both
rushed up and that pretty much brought an end to our discussion as our
kids consumed the rest of the time we were there. When I left I gave
Beth a nice long kiss - it had been ages since we shared one, and smiled
at her.
"You know I love you," I told her as our eyes met.
Beth hugged me tight and whispered in my ear, "I love you too Kelly."
And so I left with the girls. When I looked back Beth was waving
goodbye. As I walked to the car I thought how the next time I saw her
would most likely be at the party. Hmmmmmm, why procrastinate? Maybe it
was time the two of us had some fun again together?
Chapter 3 - Kicking Things Off
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"So how does all this get started?" Steve spoke as he was driving towards
the address Beth had texted me.
"What do you mean?" I asked, "It's just a party."
"Not quite 'just' a party and you know it," Steve smiled glancing over at
me. "C'mon, I never got to go to one of Beth's shindigs so clue me in."
"The number one rule about sex parties is you don't talk about sex
parties," I teased.
"Nice line," he shot back smiling, "I know better so spill it."
To be honest, I wasn't sure myself so I didn't know what to tell him so I
kept stalling until we pulled up to the house. It was huge! Wow,
somebody was doping pretty good for themselves. There was a big circular
driveway which already was almost full with other cars.
"See, I told you we wouldn't be early."
Steve just rolled his eyes, "OK, you know you don't have to tell me you
told me so."
Steve, ever the gentleman, rushed over to my door after he'd parked and
held it open for me. So much for being a gentleman though as from where
his eyes were focused I knew he had ulterior motives.
"Something wrong with my skirt?" I asked innocently as I slowly lifted my
leg up and out. I knew the answer of course as the skirt was so short
most of my upper thigh had been exposed while just sitting in the seat.
As I didn't make any attempt to tug it down as I exited, it just rode up
even higher.
"Skirt? What skirt?" he said jokingly, "I don't see one."
Standing up on my heels, I did reach down and tug it a down little - more
to straighten it out than anything else.
"Awwwwww, now why did you have to go and do that?" Steve whined like a
little boy.
"Don't worry horny toad, I doubt it will be on for long anyways," I
answered grinning at him.
While I hadn't been given all that much information from Beth, if this
party was like the ones she use to bring me to then that was an
understatement. Typically most people stripped immediately after the
initiation ceremony or if there wasn't going to be one, then right after
they walked in the door although now and then some of the girls would
keep on some of their lingerie - at least to get things started.
As we approached the house, I thought about how Steve had been a little
disappointed when I told him that this was an all-adult affair and that
no kids would be joining. Then, as now, I couldn't help but be reminded
of Beth's brief commentary. Yes, maybe it WAS good for us to be with a
large group of grown-ups for once. It seemed lately we pretty much did
the swap scene and left the parties to the family events - most of which
I didn't attend these days in the first place. It had been ages since I
got to show off in front of Steve by having sex with multiple men our age
or older. Too bad as I loved it when he watched me - and so did he!
"Welcome!" we were greeted at the door. I had to look twice but then I
recognized the face.
"Tyler?"
I was rewarded with a smile as he held the door open.
"Hi Kelly, been a long time," he said to me as I passed. Boy was he
right! Wow, did I look that much older as well? Not that he looked bad,
not at all. If anything the added years gave him a look of maturity that
I find quite attractive in a man.
After stepping in, Tyler took our coats and hung them in the closet. He
turned back and gave me the once over - twice, as Steve watched.
"Damn girl, nice outfit," he complimented me. He then turned to Steve
and shook his hand. After introducing himself he added, "You're a lucky
man Steve!"
Steve put his arm around me and hugged me tight into him. Wow! He
wasn't usually this protective of me, at least when it came to other men
eyeballing me.
"Indeed I am!" he responded with a hint of pride in his voice - at least
that's how I heard it.
The doorbell rang and Tyler went to greet the next guests as we made our
way into the living room. Well, at least that's what they probably
called it although in comparison to our little space at home this was
more like a convention hall.
"Kelly!" I was greeted as Beth rose from the couch where she'd been
seated next to her husband.
We hugged and she turned to Steve, "Hey big boy, I've been SO looking
forward to seeing you today."
Whoa, she wasn't wasting any time! But then that was Beth for you. She
was in her element, that was for sure.
"C'mon, you guys can sit next to us, I've been saving a spot," she said
as she took my hand and led me to the couch. The two of us sat together
with our husbands flanking us.
"Seems like old times already, eh?" she gushed as I took in the
surroundings. There looked to be about a dozen or so other couples, most
of them still milling about talking to one another. I was having a hard
time trying to remember who I'd met before and who was new. Like, it had
been quite a few years so who could blame me?
Tyler came in then and clapped his hands loudly in what at first was a
futile attempt to get everyone's attention. It took a few more tries
but finally the room was relatively quiet.
"OK... I'd like to welcome everyone to our little reunion," he started,
"But first I want to introduce my wife Brianna."
A dark-skinned woman moved in next to him and smiled at everyone, not
saying a word. She was dressed in an outfit more appropriate for summer
than the middle of winter but then I guess that didn't matter. Wow, talk
about legs! She was wearing super tight white denim shorts with a tight
tank top that left nothing to the imagination - no bra by any means.
Steve's mouth dropped open like a fish out of water.
"You'll have to bear with us, Brianna's English is a little limited but
don't worry guys, that's about all that will be limited for her today!"
Everyone laughed politely and he continued, "I know that for a lot of you
this is your first time at one of our little events but hopefully your
husband or wife has filled you in on most of the details. So let's get
started... my hope was to run this like the good old days, OK?"
Like who was going to debate with him? There was a low murmur but nobody
had anything to add.
"Great, then I don't see any reason to delay things. I'm sure none of
you came here to listen to my speeches."
That brought a louder chorus of laughter and then he continued, "So in
keeping with the spirit of those days, what do you say we start out with
an initiation ceremony? I know we have a lot of first timers today but
to keep things moving let's keep it to one person. Soooooo, any
volunteers?"
I felt Steve stir next to me. As I hadn't told him anything about the
initiation ceremonies he was probably wondering what this all meant but I
just kept quiet, looking around wondering who would volunteer. This was
slightly different from the past in that typically the person didn't get
a choice - that was half the fun, surprising them in front of everyone.
Volunteering sort of took away the charm but I could see why as maybe
half the people here were new.
While I kept my mouth shut, Beth quickly spoke up. "I would like to
volunteer someone!"
I looked over at Spencer, who seemed as surprised as anyone at his wife's
announcement. He must have been wondering what the heck she was doing!
As things turned out though, he needed have worried.
"Steve here is new... I volunteer HIM."
I almost choked. Not that I was upset, just surprised, although not
nearly as much as Steve.
"Wait a minute... what's this all about?" Steve whispered to me. Then he
looked at Tyler with a flustered expression asking, "And what if I don't
WANT to volunteer?"
That only drew a chorus of laughter from a number of people - most likely
the ones with past experience here as I doubt they would've told their
spouse just in case something like this happened.
Tyler looked around with his arms out. "Well everyone, what do you say?"
"He's gotta do it," a guy from across the room called out. "Yeah, no
copouts," a woman standing up near Tyler chimed in.
Tyler walked over to Steve. "So I'm assuming Kelly didn't tell you about
the initiation process we have here." Steve shook his head, looking at
me accusingly. "Well never you worry. Trust me, SHE did great with
hers... and I ought to know."
Steve looked at me again questioningly but then Tyler explained to
everyone how the initiation worked. It was pretty straight-forward. All
the new person had to do was fuck the host in front of everyone to kick
things off. Once that was done then the party got started for everyone
else.
"Don't worry Steve, when your wife did it I got to have the honors but
you don't get me," Tyler told him although he was looking at me.
Everyone laughed.. silly joke but still, for a full-blown homophobic like
Steve I knew such a concern probably came to mind instantly. "Nope, you
get the pleasure of my wife Brianna."
Brianna was smiling from the middle of the room where she'd remained.
Steve suddenly didn't seem so unhappy!
"So let me get this straight... I HAVE to fuck you wife, right now, here
in front of everyone?"
Well, he didn't have to grin quite so broadly! Oh well, I was happy for
him anyways. Steve looked over at Beth and grinned. "Thanks Beth!
First time I think I've ever been so happy somebody volunteered me for
something!"
Steve leaned over, gave me a quick kiss - a VERY quick one, and stood up
before heading for his prize. I couldn't help but think to myself that
this was sort of a role reversal for us. While Steve had never been one
to be shy, it's not like he was an exhibitionist - certainly nothing in
my league. If people happened to be watching, so be it, but it's not
like he went out of his way to be the center of attention. Me, on the
other hand, well I LOVED to be the focus of attention and I knew Steve
loved it just as much when I was - he was so proud to be my husband!
Meanwhile, Brianna wasn't wasting any time. With a hand from her
husband, she was already half out of her shorts by the time Steve got to
her. Taking the cue, without so much as a glance back at me Steve
quickly shucked his clothes until everyone was treated to the same sight
I so loved - my naked husband!
"So now we just do it?" I heard him ask Tyler, "Right here?"
"Yep. Like I said, my wife's English is a bit limited so don't worry
about any small talk," Tyler told him, "Besides, everyone here has to
wait for you guys to finish before they can get started so trust me, this
is NOT the time to take your time."
By then Brianna was naked, even dropping her heels leaving her barefoot.
Tyler had brought in a thick floor mat which he obviously meant for them
to use. I was impressed - she was stunning, everything I knew Steve
fantasized about, well at least for one out of middle school. Big firm
boobs (they looked real though), dark complexion, GREAT figure with legs
I'd kill for, and long jet black straight hair that draped down her back
almost to her ass. In short, she was Miss Universe beautiful.
No sooner than she was undressed than Brianna dropped to her knees and
took Steve's semi-hard dick in her hand, stroking him as she stared up
into his eyes. Spitting on his cock, she stroked him a few times before
taking him in her mouth again, quickly engulfing him until her face was
pressing tight into his thick hairy pubic hair. Damn, the girl was good!
Steve was oblivious to the watching crowd as he looked down at this
gorgeous woman sucking on his dick, quickly hardening until he fully
erect. I was so proud of him! Then I felt a hand on my thigh as Beth
put her hand on me and started to slowly rub me.
"Pretty good, isn't she?" Beth whispered to me, "Wow, it sure didn't take
long to get him to full mast!"
"Well what do you want? She's beautiful!" I replied softly. Indeed, I
wouldn't have minded had she "initiated" me.
Tyler had stepped back just a few feet, keeping a close eye on his model
wife. Then he looked around and shrugged his shoulders.
"Hey folks, since this is the first time we've had couples at one of
these, don't you think the initiation should be with a couple as well?"
It figured, why was I surprised? Now I assumed the question would be
which of the new women was to join Steve in the process. Evidently my
thought process was a little too constricting as it turned out.
Since nobody seemed to disagree (big surprise!), Tyler then turned to ME!
"So Kelly, get up here and join your husband."
I turned to Beth who just shrugged her shoulders. So now what, a
threesome? Yet again I wasn't thinking of all the possibilities. So
what the heck? It wasn't like it would be the first time Tyler had
fucked me by a long shot. Smiling at the watching audience, I stood up
and headed towards where Brianna was still doing quite the number on my
horny husband.
"Where you going Kelly?" Tyler called out. I turned and saw he had
dropped his pants - no underwear by the way. It didn't take a rocket
scientist to figure this one out.
"You know, you were my favorite initiation," he told me as I neared him.
I heard a cough from the couch. Beth had once told me that Tyler had
done her initiation as well so she obviously wasn't all that pleased to
be number two.
"So let's do it then," I said simply, slipping my skirt off and dropping
my blouse. Unlike his wife, I chose to leave my heels on, at least for
this part given the watching audience. Other than the heels, a gold
ankle bracelet (a gift from my dad) and my diamond cross I usually wore
around my neck, I was quickly naked in front of them all.
Tyler stood next to Steve and so I got down on my knees next to Brianna
and went to work on Tyler's cock. Brianna had a head start on me but it
didn't take long for her husband's cock to reach the same status as my
husband's.
"So what do you think Steve... great way to kick this off, don't you
agree?" I heard Tyler say to my husband.
"Well frankly, I'm ready to fuck yours," Steve replied and I saw his
hands reach down to Brianna's head and lift her off his cock. He twirled
his finger and she got the message, spinning around so her butt was
facing him while she leaned forward on her elbows. She rubbed her pussy
and pushed her fingers inside, drawing out her wetness and lubricating
herself for him. Steve's dick slid in her easily as I tried to watch out
of the corner of my eye while I sucked off Tyler.
"Looks like your husband likes my wife," Tyler said to me as he lifted my
head and spun me around, "Why don't you just lean over so you can watch
too as I do you."
Frankly, I would've been just as happy to focus on Tyler. It's not that
it bothers me to watch my husband fuck another woman. Heck, if I had
THAT sort of hang-up then we'd have been divorced a long time ago!
Seeing he was enjoying himself why would that be an issue for me? After
all, it wasn't like he loved her. Heck, they hadn't even spoken two
words to each other and here he was, drilling her in front of everyone.
In the end, it just didn't do anything for me. So my husband was having
sex with another wife... so what else was new?
I reflexively let out a little grunt as Tyler penetrated me from behind.
Not taking his time, that was for sure! Then again, it wasn't like this
was supposed to be the epitome of intimacy.
"Damn, I can't believe you have two kids," Tyler said between thrusts,
"How the hell do you keep so tight?"
What could I say? Mother Nature may have been a bit unfair with me
growing up but she did bless me with a pussy for which most guys still
compliment me. Oh sure I know some of them probably say the same thing
to every girl, just as I tend to compliment most guys on their dick.
Then again, I DO like most guy's dicks so I'll take it that they feel the
same way about pussies.
One thing I could say though about watching Steve - I was so proud of
him! In my unbiased opinion he looks even more handsome today than when
we were married and seeing him nude in front of all these people all I
could think about was how lucky I am. Loving husband, caring father,
doting son... he was the whole package!
And speaking of packages... if there was one thing that DID turn me on
watching him fuck Brianna, it was the sight of his wonderfully hard cock
as it appeared and then disappeared into her dark pussy. Of all the
dicks in the world, his was the one I loved the most! So even with
another guy's inside of me right then, I was still thinking about Steve's
and how much I adored him and wanted to make love with him. The best
part was that even though I knew at this moment his male mind was zeroed
in on Brianna's pussy, when he was done it would be MY pussy he'd want!
Surprisingly, it was Tyler who came first. I felt him pull out and
groan, followed by the warm sensation as his cum spurt out onto my butt
and back. Crap. I mean, why make such a mess when I would've been
perfectly satisfied to have him cum inside of me? Was it just for the
show or was this his sort of thing?
Well, speaking of shows... not to be outdone Steve pulled out of Brianna
and moved to where his dick was in front of her face. She kept her lips
pursed tightly shut as he spewed his cum all over her face and boobs. My
first thoughts were I was happy that at least Tyler hadn't done that to
me but Brianna seemed OK with it, even if she evidently didn't like the
taste of cum.
Everyone erupted in cheers and clapping - whether it was for the
performances or the fact that now they could finally strip down and get
things going was debatable. In any case, it didn't take long for
everyone to get naked and the party to begin in earnest.
Chapter 4 - Back in the Swing of Things
=======================================
For the first few minutes Steve played the loving husband, leaving
Brianna and leading me over to the couch where Beth was kind enough to
have already gotten a towel to wipe the mess off of me. Then she was off
with a big grin.
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" she said cheerfully as she gave me a
quick kiss and took off. Yeah, like THAT put any limitations on me.
"Well, now THAT was interesting," Steve said as we sat down on the couch
next to each other and he put his arm around me, clasping his hand over
my boob in the process - his favorite resting place. "So... you couldn't
have at least warned me?"
He tried to look so seriousness but the veneer quickly cracked and we
both laughed.
"Oh sure, like you were really upset that you got to fuck that gorgeous
woman."
"Well...." he teased, "She wasn't so bad."
"I was surprised she didn't take it in her mouth," I commented, "Pretty
lame, especially in front of everyone."
Steve laughed again and squeezed my boob. "I was surprised you didn't
say anything about him pulling out."
I just shrugged, it wasn't something I wanted to dwell on.
"So now what?" Steve asked as we looked around. Most of the people had
paired off with some of them leaving for what looked like to be the
kitchen. In the past the rule was you were supposed to stay in view of
everyone making the bedrooms off limits but I didn't know what, if any,
rules applied to this day.
"Well, I don't mean to tie you down... have fun!" I encouraged him.
"You sure you're ok with that?"
I sighed and rolled my eyes. OMG, after all the parties and swapping he
was worried about leaving me alone to have sex with other men?
"Go for it stud," I replied with a seductive wink, "Just remember - I get
it last."
It was the one rule we had when going out. No matter who else we did,
before we went to sleep that night we would make love, even if it was
just a quickie. It was like renewing our vows and showing our true love
and commitment to one another.
Steve kissed me and then kissed me again. With a quick pat on my crotch
he was off. I looked around, trying to decide where to best fit in - or
should I say who to best fit in me!
For better or worse, the rest of the time we spent at the party was what
I would call relatively routine. OK, so maybe not so "routine" as for
most people but given our past experiences it wasn't all that special in
general. Don't get me wrong, I thoroughly enjoyed myself - like who
wouldn't like being with a half dozen or so guys you either never met or
haven't seen in years? The best part about such parties is the lack of
any connections or expectations. You go, enjoy yourself, and then leave
with no commitment, no regrets. True, it also lacks any sense of
intimacy or personal satisfaction (other than pure physical), but then
that's the tradeoff I guess.
The one thing I DID enjoy though was when Beth challenged me to a blowjob
competition. We hadn't done anything like that in ages and once our
husbands heard about it they wouldn't let the matter drop until I
accepted. Of course they weren't eligible to participate due to their
obvious bias, but both of them seemed more than anxious to have a front-
row seat in the spectator gallery, so to speak.
The rules were simple, first one to get all three of our assigned guys to
cum was the winner. The reason for having three was to even out the
individual tendencies. I mean like some guys can cum in a heartbeat
while others will hold out for what like seems forever! So with three,
that just made it more fair. The other requirement was that each could
not have cum for at least the last hour. It's not like they were all
young guys anymore!
We lined the guys up shoulder to shoulder, my three facing Beth's three
with us in the middle on our knees working our way down the line. I felt
pretty confident going in - Beth had never beaten me before after all.
Back in high school this was something we did a lot more as having sex in
front of their friends wasn't something guys that age tend to go for.
Yeah, they love to TALK about it but show their dicks so blatantly in
front of other guys.... yeah right, LOL.
In the end it was a closer finish than I'd expected. In fact, Beth had
her first guy off in a matter of minutes! We had to swallow, again to
keep things fair, but that didn't slow her one bit. Thankfully the last
guy she had saved me. He had the biggest dick of them all and seemingly
the hardest time getting it good and hard. It wasn't a big surprise to
me - I've never really been a fan of huge dicks. Maybe in porn they work
but in my experience performance gets traded for size, not to mention
it's a lot harder to suck them!
Steve was so proud of me when the last came filled my mouth with cum! He
was cheering me along the entire time - as always my biggest fan. I went
to kiss him but he pulled back just as I knew he would. My husband is
one of the most homophobic men I've ever known! It's like to him sperm
is toxic waste. Funny in that he has no problem with his wife swallowing
it down by the gallon but he doesn't even like to get it on him, let
alone touch it and heaven forbid taste it! And that's his own cum -
don't even think about anyone else's!
By the time things wound down I was pretty tired and poor Steve - he
looked exhausted! We thanked those that were still there, especially
Tyler and Brianna, got ourselves cleaned up enough to drive home and left
for home.
Chapter 5 - The Aftermath
=========================
We got home about thirty minutes later where I was pleased that the
babysitter had the girls already in bed. She was a new one for us, a
cute fifteen year-old one of our friends had recently recommended to us.
Good sitters are so hard to find! Steve was infatuated with her of
course, his babysitter fantasies immediately kicking into high gear, but
after a glare from me he behaved himself. Yes, despite how he felt life
SHOULD be, not every teenage babysitter was hot to fuck him! She seemed
very sweet and given her accomplishments with the girls I was sure we'd
be hiring her again so I didn't need my husband freaking her out by
exposing himself to her or whatever on the drive home. While he was out
I check and found that the refrigerator hadn't even been touched - the
girl was a goldmine in a world where decent sitters are so hard to find!
As soon as Steve returned we immediately hit the shower. I was feeling
all itchy from dried cum and my hair was a disaster - why can't guys aim?
Hopefully the sitter noticed, she probably just figured I needed my hair
washed.
"Well, THAT wasn't such a bad party," Steve commented as he washed me
down. Of course he seemed to think I especially needed it between my
legs and on my chest but what else would you expect? Heck, I'll freely
admit that I made a big deal about getting his dick all scrubbed up!
"Mommy?" I suddenly heard. Pulling back the shower curtain, who else but
our dear three year-old daughter Mia. I guess she hadn't been so sound
asleep as we thought! Of course she was wearing her Frozen nightshirt (I
SO wish she would grow out of that phase) looking cute as a button as
always. Not that I'm biased of course.
"I can't sleep," she complained, rubbing her eyes in direct contradiction
to her statement.
I tried to explain to her mommy and daddy would be out in a minute and
we'd help her then. Reasoning with a three year-old is never easy but
she finally agreed to sit on the toilet and wait. I was anxious to get
her back to bed so we quickly rinsed off and stepped out of the shower.
It wasn't like Mia hadn't seen us both naked before. I'd decided from
the outset to treat nudity the same as my mom had - something not to be
ashamed of but at the same time, not to be flaunted. Along those lines
getting out of the shower nude was natural. Running around the house
naked unnecessarily was not.
Toweling myself down, I wrapped my hair up in another towel and hustled
her back to bed where she insisted I rub her back. Sitting nest her in
bed, I gently rubbed her for a while as slowly her eyes drifted shut and
finally closed. Once she was out I quickly made my exit to rejoin my
husband.
"Out?" Steve asked as I climbed into our bed beside him.
"Like a light," I assured him rubbing my clean naked body up against his.
Mmmmmmm, after the shower he smelled so good!
"You looked incredible tonight," he complimented me as we kissed, "I was
so proud of you!"
"As I was with you," I responded, my hand moving down to his crotch.
People always ask me why I use the word "fuck" so much. It's not a curse
word when I do, it's just a way to describe sex. Basically anytime I
have sex, we're fucking. It's entirely different from making love in
that there's only one man in the world I ever have, or ever will, make
love with - my husband. Not even sex with my father qualifies. It's
something I only do with the man I married, the man I give myself over to
totally and unconditionally, the father of my daughters.
I was laying on my side with Steve spooning me from behind, feeling his
dick as it slowly moved in and out of my pussy. There was no rush, no
sense of urgency, just the thrill of being joined with my husband, our
bodies merging together as one, sharing each other through the unique
intimacy of sex. I felt so content, so happy! Nothing at the party
compared to this.
"Mommy!"
Oh crap.
Wouldn't you just know it... a little blonde almost four year-old head
appeared over the edge of our bed. Steve just ignored her, continuing to
fuck me as if nothing changed. Having our kids watch us having sex was
another thing, like nudity, that I'd given a lot thought and finally
decided that when it came to raising kids, my parents hadn't always set
the best example. For example, my mom and dad never had sex in front of
me when I was growing up. They claimed it was something that should be
just between them and not shared with their daughter. As a result of
this line of thinking, it wasn't until I was sixteen and spied on them
from my second floor bedroom window as they did it in the hot tub on the
deck below that I finally understood what "making love" was really all
about. It was one of those singular moments in my life when I first
realized I wanted that sort of relationship with my father as well.
After that, the rest was history so they say.
One thing I know is that I don't want my daughters growing up that way.
Unlike my mom, I believe that just like nudity, sex is not to be flaunted
at home but then again that doesn't mean it has to be treated as
something to be hidden, much less taboo. It's really no different than
masturbation. I was always a little confused growing up as to why it was
OK for us to masturbate in view of each other but not for them to have
sex in front of me. Even more so when my dad liked to peek in on me when
I had boys over sending me the message it was OK for him to watch ME but
not the other way around. So Steve and I have agreed that while we won't
make a conscious effort to have sex in front of our kids, if they happen
to see us... then they see us.
I know... sounds nice and maybe a little optimistic, perhaps some might
say even a bit naive but I don't care - it's not THEIR kids. And for
full disclosure it's more MY view than Steve's and at times like this the
differences in our approach were all the more evident. Given my
druthers, I would've tried to convince Mia to go back to bed and then
mommy would come in layer to check on her. In contrast, Steve was still
fucking me and I knew he was even more turned on having our daughter
watch. It's not like it was anything SHE understood, but HE certainly
did. While I do my best to try and understand men as best I can, there
are some things that can only be described as "that's the way it is"
without trying to make sense out of it.
The bed bounced a little as Mia scampered up. Her nightshirt pulled up
in the process, revealing she was once again mimicking her mommy by not
wearing panties. Steve always got a kick of her trying to ditch her
panties but then he didn't have to worry about being the one having to
explain it to other parents or school teachers! Soon she was snuggled up
against me, her back against me with her now exposed little bare butt
pushed up against my stomach. I carefully repositioned her to face me
with her head buried against my breasts. It felt so good to have my
little girl there again!
At least Steve was making an effort to be more careful and not bounce so
much as he continued to fuck me - yes, this was now fucking instead of
making love so far as I was concerned. It's sort of hard to feel the
same sense of intimacy with your husband when your young daughter is
cradled in your arms. For our efforts we were rewarded with her finally
drifting off to sleep once and for all - only now I knew from past
experience she would be with us for the rest of the night.
"Someday...," Steve whispered in my ear.
I knew what he meant and it made me glow inside to hear him say it. I'd
been so concerned for years that Steve might not want to have an
incestual relationship with his daughter, depriving her of what I knew to
be one of the most wonderful things a daughter can experience - sex with
her own father. Thankfully Steve has gradually allowed his true feelings
to emerge, even finally having sex with his own mother - something I was
starting to think would never happen. It was almost more relief than
anything else after they finally put an end to that weird thing they had
going between them.
Steve abruptly withdrew his dick from me and then got out of bed, getting
in again but this time on the opposite side of Mia. He snuggled up
against her, reaching down and positioning his dick so it rested against
her exposed butt, nestled between her cute little cheeks like it had been
made to fit there.
"Careful, don't wake her!" I hissed as quietly as I could.
Steve just smiled and nodded but his instincts couldn't be so easily
tamed. I watched closely as he slowly but firmly moved his hips causing
his erection to rub up and down his daughter's bare little bottom.
"You're such a pervert!" I chided him softly but he knew I was just
teasing him. We'd discussed this after he'd done it before and I'd
reluctantly agreed that so long as that was ALL he did then I wasn't
going to make any protest. It was harmless so far as I was concerned as
after all, she was sound asleep and even if she wasn't, at her age she'd
have no clue as to what he was really doing. So far as she was concerned
having daddy's dick rubbing against her would be just another way for him
to rub her back and besides, Steve was always groping her bottom anyways.
Now if he had rubbed himself on her face or mouth then yeah, THAT would
have been a lot different and I would've definitely had something to say
about it. Steve may be my husband and yes, I submit to him as a proper
Christian wife should, but marriage is still a mutual relationship and he
usually listens to me when it comes to raising our two daughters.
Poor Steve, he was so horny! You would think after all we'd done today
that his lust would be satisfied for at least the night but no... he
wanted even more. I just rolled my eyes when he reached down and grabbed
his cock with his fist, stroking his dick and rubbing the head against
the incredibly smooth and soft skin of his daughter's exposed bottom.
Even so I felt a little conflicted. Was this wrong? As I did every time
he'd done this before, I debated whether I should say something or
encourage him. The problem for me wasn't his current actions but more
worry as to how far would I allow him to go if he tried? Sure, he was
just rubbing himself on her now but what if he wanted more? Was this a
plateau for him to enjoy until she was older or a ride down a slippery
slope that once started, couldn't be stopped?
Only one problem - no matter what I might be trying to rationalize, my
body was betraying me. Oh my, I was feeling SOOOOOO horny watching them!
My husband's thick dick looked so big as it rubbed up and down our
daughter's tiny butt crack. In the heat of the moment I found myself
asking how anything so erotic and loving could be wrong? My hand slipped
down between my own thighs and I began to rub myself as Steve slowly
masturbated against our daughter's tiny little ass.
While focusing on Mia's butt, Steve still managed to catch me
masturbating and smiled at me. Then he reached over and pulled my hand
from my pussy. I looked at him, wondering what he wanted, and then he
pulled it over and placed my hand on Mia's bottom. Wow, he'd never done
this before! I gasped as sudden jolt of sexual passion filled me. Oh my
god, she was so smooth, so warm! Oh sure I'd felt her bottom countless
times before but not in this context. Steve grinned at me and then
pushed my hand slowly around her bottom until I took over on my own which
brought an even bigger smile to his face!
Caressing my daughter's tight little bottom, I could feel it moving as
Steve's dick rubbed against it. My fingers stretched out over his dick,
rubbing over it as he slid his cock against our little Mia. I was biting
my lower lip so hard it almost bled as I gripped his firm erection in my
hand and started to rub him against her.
"Does this feel better?" I whispered huskily to him.
Steve's eyes widened but he was too consumed to do more than just nod.
He was looking more and more determined as he focused his every thought
on his stiff dick and my hand as I stroked him off against Mia. I felt
so naughty yet at the same time I couldn't help but be thrilled seeing
what joy I was bringing to my husband. My thoughts drifted even further,
envisioning the day (years from now of course) when I would direct my
husband's incestuous dick down between our daughter's open legs and help
him enter her virgin pussy.
"Ohhhhhh!" Steve sighed as he finally ejaculated. My husband's body
jerked uncontrollably as he erupted, his incestuous cum spilling out onto
Mia's bare butt. I used his dick like a squeegee to spread it, coating
her bottom with the symbol of her father's love. I couldn't help but
think that somebody was going to need a good washing in the morning!
"God I love you!" he whispered to me, his face flush with lust as he
tried to catch his breath.
What could I say at a moment like this? I love my husband and I knew my
actions told him more than any words could express.
As we drifting off to sleep, I dreamed of how hopefully someday I'll get
to watch as he does a lot more than just masturbate on his daughter!
Chapter 6 - Final Thoughts
==========================
I have to admit that after writing it I questioned whether or not I
should include the last chapter, My worries were that people would
get the wrong impression about my husband and me. My worries were
confirmed by the volume of e-mails I have since received by perverts
wanting to know if my husband has had anal sex with Mia, whether she has
sucked his dick, etc. You can imagine what some of them have said!
Let me be perfectly clear - I will NOT allow my husband to have any
sexual intimacy with our daughters until they are old enough to be mature
enough to understand what they're doing. Despite the depictions in so
many porn fiction stories, that's NOT when a child is three years old or
even twice that age. Neither Steve or I get off from molesting children
and I have always contended that child molesters are the worst scum of
the earth.
Yes, my husband lusts for young teens but in a healthy way that is
supportive of their needs and desires. That can only happen when they
are old enough to be fully aware of their sexuality.
I do believe it's OK for children to watch their parents having sex.
After all, they should be comfortable seeing their parents expressing
their love for one another. Still, that requires parental supervision
and in any case does NOT include anything where our daughters would be
physically involved, not even holding his cock.
I just wanted to make this clear before anyone goes off the deep end
thinking I would ever permit anything more! PLEASE, do NOT contact me
and ask stupid questions that only reveal what a pervert you are!
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