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My brother-in-law was 69, he was a retired engineer, with a good pension, he was married to my younger sister, Lee, 65. I found out from my older sister Mary that Lee had tossed Jay out of the house for all of is drinking and messing around. Then she told me, "I can't sleep in bed with him." I had no idea what she meant by messing around, and I didn't want to pursue it. So I just let it drop.

He moved into a boarding house on the edge of town because it was cheap and he could take the bus to work. It just so happens that his bus route ran right past our new home.

Liz was a recovering nymphomaniac. In the early days as a married couple I got called up by the army and was sent to Korea.

I left Liz, my wife in really bad economic shape. So she felt compelled to take up her old ways and became involved as a slut with black guys who had buddies, and well, you can figure it out from there.

They started making 8mm film's of her fucking with black guys and then selling them through ads in porno magazines. I guess they divided the proceeds with her, with him keeping the larger share. A lot of photos were also taken and sold on the side. Back in those days women just didn't do things like that, so Liz was a very popular lady.

When I returned from the service, Liz told me that she needed help. She told me about some of her problems, but I never got the whole story. Nor did I get see the films or photos I just mentioned, not until about seven years after she had started to get help.

We found a therapist and after several visits he told me that my wife was like a recovering alcoholic. He said that she was a nymphomaniac that she thought of herself as a slut, and suffered from nymphomania. This meant that like an alcoholic she had to take it one day at a time. She could not get involved with certain types of men. Her therapist said that she shouldn't be with men who had a sob story to tell. The reason being that Liz was too sympathetic, overly affectionate and far too benevolent. What this meant -- with her strong sexual desire -- she would have sex with a guy who seemed to be in need or told her a good sob story.

Another thing I found out about Liz. The size of a man's equipment was very important to her. How a guy used it was even more important. The old saying that, bigger is better took on new meaning for me, making me think. I must be a real misfit in her eyes. I barely made six inches in length and I wasn't that great of a lover or very long lasting.

We'd decided it would be a good idea to move a little feather out of town so Liz wouldn't find it so easy to come in contact with or be confronted by the type of man that would cause a relapse. She so wanted to be the "good wife."

We found an old farm hose on five acres of land. So with my talent as an armature carpenter and the help of some friends and professional tradesmen we did a complete remodel on the old place and turned it into sort of our dream home.

Liz got three things she had always dreamed about. A mudroom off the kitchen, her own personal bathroom on the first floor, and a second floor that had two bathrooms one for the master bedroom and one in the hall for our kid and company. She also got a guestroom with its own small three-quarter bath out of our remodel in the basement.

Liz became involved with the ladies in town, the bible studies. She joined the quilting group at church and become active in the kid's school PTA, along with honing her skills as a baker and cook. Other than for an intermittent visit to her therapist. I truly felt that she had put her problem behind her and was the "good wife" she always wanted to be."

Things had been going smoothly for close to ten years. She'd been not just be a "good wife" but had become a model wife.

Liz asked me to clean up the attic some Saturday, to make room for more stuff. I came across the old cedar chest and I opened it and started to look at the stuff inside. Old blankets, sheets, and towels. Then I got to the bottom and found four neat stacks of photos all tied with string, and two film cans. I opened the film cans, inside of each can Liz had placed a hand written note. Layable Liz with B.J. In the second film can, the note read Layable Lady Liz with Albert. The photos were all dated on the backside from whoever did the photo processing. Thee mouth and then the years, 1965, 1966, some 1969 and the last stack 1972.

This told me one thing, she had regressed on several occasions in the last ten years. What struck me was the size of the men's cocks that she was with. All huge, bigger than I could ever hope to be. Then I came across a porn magazine. Looking in side, I discovered six photos of Liz very naked doing very dirty thing. She was all made up and looked as if she could easily be a slut.

When I finished cleaning, I took the films and the magazine down to our bedroom and put then up one a high shelf in the closet. I wanted to get a move projector so I could see what the films were all about.

It was then that I decided I had to find out if Liz was backsliding so I started to develop a plan. The first part of my plan was to get hold of some porn magazines, and put them in the house so she would find them. I thought the most logical place would be on a shelf in her bathroom.

I never said a word to her about my discovery. After a mouth I had managed to come up with half a dozen magazines. I put them on the shelf along with the one I had found with her in it, then waited for her to discover them. I waited for a few days and then one evening when she was out for a while I looked in her bathroom. The magazines had been looked at. The corners were dog-eared, and I could see where she had looked at a couple of them with greater interest than others.

That was as far as my plan had gotten, but I did know she was still enjoying porn photos, and stories that were in the magazine.

It was a Early cold in November Saturday, I had been out side working in the yard and garden most of the day getting the last of the mulching done and cover the last of the plants that weren't winter hardy with leaves. I looked at my watch, half past four. It was getting dark, and I had been out all day. I put my tools away and walked to the house wondering want I could find for a snack.

I was quite when I walked in as I usually was. I hung up my jacket, and took off my work boots, as I sat on the stool, I looked into the kitchen and say to coffee cups, I say that the coffee pot was empty and knew I would have to make some if I wanted a cup. There was a brown bag as will standing there, I looked in side, and it was a bottle of booze.

That's when then the sound of voices filtered in the room. I stood up and walked into the kitchen. No one there, then I walked into the hallway, I could see into the family room from there. I got the shock of my life. Their Liz was sitting on a chair, her panties down around her angles, her skirt up around her waist, her legs spread wide open in front of my brother-in-law. His pants were unzipped, his partly erect cock was hanging in Liz's face. He had one hand inside her blouse playing her tits, his other hand was on her pussy working it over real good.

It seamed as if they were arguing. Jay, this is all wrong, "We can't do this, I'm married!!" She yelled at him.

"So what, you're a damn good beautiful slut you're a fucken good whore, the kind I go for, besides being a married one, and you like it?" Then Jay said, "I've watched how you you've made eyes at me when our families get together, you don't kid me any, I've known for a long time you've wanted me to fuck you." Then he said, "You don't give a damn if you're married or not you're a slut and a damn good whore, and want me to fuck you, say it admit it."

"I'm not! Jay that's not true."

"Then why did you let me kiss you and pull down your panties and why have you been letting me shove my finger fuck into your fucken pussy for the past twenty minutes or so if it's not true, is because Howard can't satisfy you and you feel you just need some extra, is that why, or is it because you a slut and a good fucking whore?"

"No, no, it's just wrong were both married Jay and I don't want to get caught doing this with you."

Then Liz gave into her nymphomania. She reached up and took hold of Jays cock and started to cuddle it in her hand for just a minute then she put the fat cock head in her mouth and started sucking on it.

"Oh baby, do you ever suck cock good, whoever taught you how?"

Liz looked up at him and smiled and continued sucking and playing with Jay's nut sack.

"Ohoooooooooooooo, baby, baby your damn good, don't stop now."

Liz looked up and pulled her mouth off his cock just long enough to say, "You think I'm good, you really like it?"

"Liz, you're a fucken whore, only a whore would know how to suck a cock like you do."

I could hear Liz giggled, even though it was a suppressed giggles because Jay cock was in her mouth.

I was up set to say the least, my brain was having trouble putting the concept together of just what was going on. I wanted to bust Jays jaw, but some how managed to control my feelings, telling myself, it's her sickness. She's a sick woman. She brought this on. I had to somehow stop what was going on. Should I put a stop to it? Should I yell at him, tell him to get the hell out, and demand an explanation from Liz? Why was it I couldn't summon up all my anger and let it out at the two of them and bust Jays jaw? Why wasn't my anger boiling up in me? Why was the need to see what would happen stronger than my impulse to put an end to it? And why was being so intent on finding a place I could observe Liz and the Jay without being seen?

Finally after twenty minutes of watching them care on I walked to the back door, opened it and then gave it a good hard slam, at the same time I yelled out so they would hear me, "Damn it's cold out, is there any coffee, I could use a cup?"

Within a minute Liz was in the kitchen, she was messing with her bra strap, and trying to fix her blouse. Her hair was in disarray and the lipstick she had put on for Jay was mostly kissed off. She was smirking and doing her best to cover up what she had just been up to. I played dumb and let her get away with it.

"Who's been here?" I ask her.

"Oh Jay stopped by on his way home, he brought a bottle of whiskey and was hopping we would have a drink with him."

"Sounds like a good idea." That's when the idea popped into my head.

First I was going to get both of them just a little drunk, then. I would make a suggestion to each of them and see just how they both would respond.

When Jay walked into the kitchen, I treated him as If I had as if I had seen or heard nothing.

We made small talk and I thanked him for bringing the bottle, even though he didn't have to, he knew that I always had a good stock on hand.

"How about a drink?" I asked.

Liz piped up, "Sure that would be great."

I got down three eight once glasses, and opened the bottle. I poured both glasses about half full, then I added some ice and inquired, "Is Coke ok for mix." Both of them said yes. I placed their drinks on the table, mine being a much weaker drink and sat down to bid my time and wait for those drink to have some effect on them.

We sat and talked for close to two hours and two drinks, when Jay, ask for a third and Liz ask for a light one. I fixed them both the same, strong. I tossed an ice cube in mine and some mix.

It was then that Jay made a rather off handed remark. "I like women who wear white, crotch-less girdles. It's fun to watch them wiggle out of."

We all got a good laugh out of it, then Liz said, "Oh I bet you wouldn't like to see me wiggle out of mine."

Jay responded yeah you wouldn't want to bet on that?"

Liz never responded, but she did have a good laugh. Then she said, "Guys excuse you'll have to excuse me I need go to the bathroom." She got up and walked off leaving Jay and I alone. I took that time to say, "Jay, why not have dinner with us and spend the evening, it's late and cold out and I have a project in the work shop I've got to finish up. That would be more fun than going room on the bus." Then I got up and excused myself from the room, I walked to Liz's bathroom and knocked on the door.

"Liz, it's me, Howard, Jay, ask if he could have dinner with us, I thought you could entertain him this evening, are you ok with that?"

"I've got to do some work out in the barn I have to finishing my project, I didn't think you would mind?"

"No that's I guess that would ok." Then I walked back out to the kitchen and told Jay, "Liz just told me that she wouldn't mind your staying the night."

"Oh is that so, you're ok with that?"

"Sure you just make yourself at home."

"I have some magazines you might enjoy, I'll get a fire going in the fire place, Liz likes to set in front of it, naked." Jay just grinned but never said a word.

When Liz rejoined us, I suggested a pizza for dinner, she ok. I excused myself and when to Liz's bathroom to find the porn magazines when I found them they looked as if they had been through a war, they had been well l looked at. I gave her a band new on I had gotten and lift it on the vanity so she would find it. Before I walked out, I raised her bathroom window shade about two inches so I could see in from the out side. I felt she was drunk enough not to notice.

Taking the magazine's and went up stairs and found the two film cans that had the moves of Liz. With films and magazines in hand I walked back down to the family room where I placed everything on the coffee table, then I started a fire.

After dinner I ask if anybody wanted a drink before I want out to the barn. Liz said yes and Jay said, "Why not." I got three 6 once glasses opened a new bottle of Southern Comfort I had and filled they glasses, to near the top then and added some ice cube. Handing them their drink's I suggested that Jay go to the family room and make himself comfortable, Liz took a sip of her drink, "Wow this is strong stuff what is it."

I said, "Southern Comfort, don't you like it?"

"Oh yes, it's just a bit stronger that I'm use to." Then she said, "If you guys will excuse me I need to use the bathroom for a while."

I walked out to the garage for a smoke. When I felt, they had both lift the kitchen I walked back in, walking down the hall so I could see into the family room. Jay was setting on the sofa, he had found the porn magazines and was playing with himself as he looked through them.

I checked and the bathroom door, it was close. I got on my jacket on and walked out and around the house. Liz, had not discovered that the window shade was up so I looked in.

She was standing in front of the mirror, naked, smiling at herself and playing with her nipples. The new porn magazine was open in front of her on the vanity top, her drink next to it.

Was the witness to some kind of mystic, psychic or pagan, ritual some cleansing of the body that a slut went through in preparation for meeting the devil? Liz picked up her douche bag, held it to her lips, kissing the smooth rubber, it looked like when she held it up to her face that she inhaling the smell a smell that she loved and turned her on.

Sliding the bag down across her breast, she stroked the neck of the bag and placed it in the sink. Her eyes dreamy not focused on anything but what she was feeling. She cupped her breast in her fingertip, and smiled at the mirror. Then she spread open the top of the bag, holding it under the tap and watching it bulge then spill over the top.

Shutting off the tap, she adds a douching solution. Her nipples look so tender and large. Carrying the bag to the tube, she hangs the bag on a shower rod hook. Standing in the tub, in front of the mirror, she steps into the tube. Legs opening, knowing life begins there, between her open legs, her hips beginning to gyrate.

She grasps the big black nozzle, brings it to her lips, kissing it. Then she spreads her legs in welcome of the nozzle she will slip in. She stares in the mirror, seeing the nozzle sliding in sex. She slaps the slippery nozzle out, rubs it in the cleavage of her breast, and over her ever so hard nipples. She reinserts it into her sex.

Her fingers reach between her legs and against her mound, now wet with juices and watching in the mirror. Fingers reaching between her labia lips, spreading herself open.

With her other hand she holding the nozzle, so it won't slip out. She thinks she hears something outside the bathroom door but doesn't care.

The nozzle tip pushes through vaginal lips, the shaft disappears. Oh the images in her mind as it's held inside. She moans loud enough so I can hear her out side the closed bathroom window. The nozzle ejaculates deep inside. Waist, spills out and runs down her legs. Her vagina grows Then water spurts out she squats down now as her legs open. Finally almost sitting in the tub, her douche was finished.

Liz seemed to know she has to finish the job she started. She sits on the tubs edge and rests, eying the bag still hanging from its hook on the shower rod. Images running through her mind, I have no idea what they are. Her legs slowly opening. Slowly she stands. Takes down the bag. She fills the sink with hot water and picks up the bar of ivory soap. She holds it in her hand and then begins to rub her hands together in the hot water.

Slowly it turns milky with a bubbly suds. She keeps rubbing her hands. Then holding the bag up, she uses her drink glass to fill the bag from the sink. The bag is bulging, suds spill over the top of the bag as she tops it up. Hanging the bag from a towel rack, at the end of tub, I can hear her moans, knowing how it is going to feel.

Hand in her crotch again, fingers working, as she starts her own sex juice to flow again, she lubes her finger in her own sex juice, then reaches around and lubes her anus with her finger. Her moans increase, her body seams to shiver. She knelt down in the tub, bending over, her rear end up, legs spread. She slowly inserts the nozzle. I could her groaning.

Then she opened the clamp and smiled as she begins to feel the warmth of the enema developing inside. She looked over at the bathroom door, as if she heard something outside of the door, but ignored it, in exchange for her own pleasure. The bag drained and discharged the last of its contents into her. It took a long time for it to drain into her, filling her belly full. I could see a look of discomfort on her face as she strained to retain the soap solution, as she made for toilet.

After she finished with the enema, she sat on the edge of the toilet set sipping the last of her drink, her shower cap on, thumbing through some more of her porn magazine, when the bathroom door flew open. The devil Jay, walked in. I could hear his voice. What the hell is taking you so long, you little bitch?" Whatever Liz said brought a big grin to his face and he backed out the same way he came in leaving her to finish bathing.

I was so in hopes that Liz would have found the courage to tell Jay to go home, but whatever treason it seamed that she planned on going ahead.

When she got out of the shower, she dried off and started to put on make-up. I hadn't seen her wearing make-up for the past ten years, the closest she came was wearing lip-gloss. When she finished, she so transformed herself so I could hardly believe my eyes. False eyelashes, eyeliner, eye shadow, rouge, her hair beautiful done.

She looked like a painted lady, some very sensual, sexy, wonton women. Any guy who liked big, beautiful women would have killed to get in her panties then I watched her wiggle into some kind of girdle that just added to her over all sensual demeanor. I was absolutely flabbergasted.

When she sat down on the edge of the tube to slip on her nylons I took off and want back into the house and into the mudroom, hung up my jacket and carefully walked into the kitchen so I could watch and hear what would happen when she walked in on Jay.

Liz had gone back up to our bed room and put on a pair of spiked, bed room slippers with a looked to be 3 inch heels and a very feminine looking silky kimono over her girdle.

The things she was wearing I had never seen before, she looked real seductive and so irresistible, she had become a real nymph.

The first thing she asked "Jay to fix me a drink," but before Jay said yes he wanted to know about the two cans of movie film and demanded that Liz let him look at them.

She seamed very opposed to his seeing them, but then agreed to his wish if he would make her a drink.

When he returned with the drinks, Liz had the projector set up and the first film strung on and ready to run.

After starting the projector she sat down on the sofa next to Jay. He wasted no time putting his arm around her shoulder and pawing at her breast through her kimono as they watched the film, it was only a mater of minutes that he started to make an occasional lewd remark about he letting a black buck screw her. Liz shot right back and disclosing her feelings about having sex with black guys as the best sex, a white women could have.

Jay got rather bold and asked, "Liz, uhhhhhh... are you happy at home? I mean... do you make love with Howard a lot?"

She hesitated to answer at first, then she ask Jay, "Are we alone?"

"Uh, what do you mean alone?"

Well, have you seen Howard around?"

"Nah, he want someplace, when I fixed your drink he was no place to be found." Then she asked, "Jay how do I know I can trust you?"

"Well if you mean am I going to blab about being with you tonight, you don't have to worry, am not going to tell Lee or talk to Howard or an body as a matter of fact."

Then she responded, "Well, actually I'm... well... I wish we had a little more variety with sex, but Howard is such a poor sex partner.... I don't know, maybe I'm just getting a little curious from listening to a lady friend of mine. She seemed to have an interesting lifestyle."

"What are you looking for?" He asked.

"I'm kind of embarrassed to say. I've... I've never talked openly about sex to any guy before," she acknowledged.

"Don't be shy about it. I'd like to hear then I'll tell you mine because I'm a little frustrated at home too."

Liz was always sympatric to some guy with a hard luck story, it was a part of her problem that she struggled with.

"I've always wondered and fantasized about two guys having sex with at the same time, and filling both of my holes at once."

"You mean your mouth and pussy?"

"No you jerk, is that all guys think about a blow job, I mean my pussy and my ass."

"Are you talking about having..... anal and pussy sex at once sex?"

"Yes!" She, replied blushing then laughing.

"Liz how many black guys have you been screwed by, it's hard to believe that you let them screw you without using a condom?"

I don't know it's there been a lot o them over the years."

"Well what's a lot?"

"I don't know maybe 30 maybe 40."

"I was kind of drink when it happened, I can't remember a lot when I got fucked by them, I was drunk most of the time."

"Did a black guy ever knock you up?"

Yeah twice when Howard was in the army. I got knocked up twice by black guys."

"You're shiten me, no kidding?"

"Why should I do that? The first time I had a baby boy, I gave it up for adoption, the second time I had twins, a boy and a girl that I gave up."

That was all I could take for the moment, I had to leave, have a smoke out in the garage. I had never known, she had never told me that she had been pregnant and had a kid, three kids, it hit me like a ton of bricks.

Returning to my vantage point in the hallway about thirty minutes later there was Liz, setting on the very edge of the sofa, her kimono laying on the floor. Her leg spread wide apart. Jay was naked kneeling in front of her saying, "Show me all you're hot, nasty pussy, you dirty fucken, whore."

She was feverishly rubbing on her clit. The change in tone of his voice, his dirty talk, and her frantic rubbing, her own excitement, combined at once, driving her into a deep and shuddering orgasm. "Ohoooooooo" she cried out I can't I need to rest a minute."

"Keep playing he demanded, there's no rest for a whore like you, I'll finger fuck you while your doing it. It appeared as if he was playing with himself as he did this but my vantage point was so good as to tell for sure.

"I like the view from here," He said.

"I'll bet you do. Most men would give their left nut to be where you are." Her hands were working her clit real hard.

"This is a little embarrassing," Liz said with a nervous twinge in her voice.

"You weren't embarrassed when those black guys fucked you, you behaved just like the dirty whore you are. I got a real nice view from her keep doing it." Liz giggled nervously again. "That was a little different when, I had a nine inch in me and I was drunk."

"Would you like them to fuck you again, do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yeah, what a nice idea! I'd like you to do something else first."

"What's that?"

"Stick a finger in my butt, and three in my sex hole."

"Do you have some Vaseline, I need some to get in your ass?"

I had to scramble to hide, I returned to the garage for another smoke. When I returned there, Jay was in front of Liz, three fingers shoved up into her sex as far as possible and two fingers in her rear end just twisting and turning them for all her was worth. All the while Liz was fingering her clit. The grin on her face, along with her load moans, grunts and whimpers. This mixed with Jays calling her, a dirty slut, whore and the likes. Then he had the balls to ask her if he and another guy, could come over the next day and fuck her like she fantasized.

When I heard her, yelling "Yes, Yes! Ohooooooooo! I'd love it, come or please come over Howard is going to be gone all day. I'll be aloneeeeeee."

With that she lost control and started panting and groaning and muttering dirty things under her breath, then she really howled as another orgasm hit with great magnitude, leaving her gasping for air as she made and effort to squeeze her legs together around Jays hands in a lack luster effort to end Jays, harsh incursion into her private parts.

I couldn't believe the conversation and what my wife was telling Jay to do and I definitely couldn't believe how it could end up. I did know one thing for sure. I was going to watch Liz get it from a black guy I knew. I felt sure would have nine inches of fat cock to stuff up her sex.

Jay seized Liz's wrist and pulled her down on the floor, as he did he said, "Come on your fucken sweet ass, fucken little whore it's time you get fucked by your brother-in-law, don't you think so to?"

Liz let out a yell, Nooooooo it's all wrong," Jay yelled back, "Will it's to fucken late now slut."

"Oh shit Jay, at least let me put a condom on you?" "Go get one and let's get with it and bring some damn lube back with you." When Liz returned she brought the only thing we had in the house, a jay of Vaseline. "Oh shit sweet ass, that's not lube."

"Will it's all we have, in the house!" She yelled at him. Liz rolled the rubber on Jays cock and then put a huge glob of Vaseline on the end of the condom and then with another finger full greased the entire length of it massaging some onto his nuts and her pussy to use up the excise on her finger.

With that done jay yelled at her, "That's. Good enough, now get on fuck back and get your leg's up in the air so I can penetrate that sex hole, I've looked forward to fucking the shit out of you for a long time."

"Ok!" she snapped back taking her position on the floor in front of the cracking fire.

Liz looked scared and so she should have been no one in their right mind would smear Vaseline on a condom, that was a sure way for a women to get herself fertilized, I didn't know if Liz was knew that or not. I also didn't know if she was or could still be impregnate, I guess about then I didn't give a rat's ass, one way or the other.

He could almost smell the sweet pungency of her juices, "Show all that hot, nasty pussy, you fucken, whore, get your finger's down on your fucken cunt lips and spread yourself wide open for me or I'll bet your ass red!" Liz feverishly spread herself wide open as she was ordered, it was as if she liked being intimidated like this.

The change in Jay's tone of his voice, his dirty talk, was driving Liz on into a sexual frenzy. thrashing from side to side. She appeared totally oblivious, to her surroundings or the fact that I had now taken up a good vantage point so I could see. It was as if she were completely mesmerized by the sensations running through her.

From my new improving my vantage. The picture was delightful!

No!" She responded, in a desperate sounding voice, "Do it, just fuck me, let's get it over with you dirty bastard!" Jay started to wriggle his cock against her pussy lips, slowly started to penetrate her sex.

That's when she sank her fingernails into his back and let out a loud squeal of delight over what he was doing do her. She spread her legs as much as it seamed possible, I was sure she could and feel him slip completely into her. She started to pant, making deep throaty guttural sounds as he propelled her from one orgasm to another. Never respecting her pleads for a second to rest. It seamed as if wave after wave engulfed her in sexual pleasure, setting in motion the blazing release of weeks and mouths of pent-up sexual tension storied up within her mind and body.

He smacked her ass again and again as he fucked into her while she screamed out obscenities at him, feeling the constant banging of his balls of her ass, his finger working its way inside my asshole. His firm grip on her ass cheeks, keeping them spread wide. It was evident that she was in ecstasy, oblivious to the world around her as he kissed and sucked on her neck and alternately squeezed, kissed and sucked on her hard erect nipples.

I could see his cock's deep penetration. I was sure that she could feel him the mouth of my womb. She dug her nails into his back even harder. He keep spanking her ass as hard as he could and saying, "Tell me you don't like this you a fucken hot whore, tell me?" I'm a fucken, hot whore."

"Tell me that you'll make a house calls on me so I can fuck you?"

He spanked her a couple of more times and then she said it, "I'll come and see you at your place, and you can fuck me." Jay grunted, "I've wanted, you since the first night you and Howard came to see me and Lee and I knew you wanted me."

Then Jay started to make guttural sounds and telling her, "I can't hold it."

She let him know that it was ok that she was ready for him. What she wasn't ready for was the fact that the condom Jay had on had deteriorated, and it wasn't going to prevent his load from washing the splashing all over the mouth of her uterus. As he want limp I could see the white cum oozing from her sex.

Liz reached down between her legs and felt, "Oh god" she cried out, "I could have made you made you?"

"Pregnant?" she finished in a panicky sounding voice . "Well, if I'm regular and I usually am, I should be at my most fertile time." Then she yelled at Jay "You made me pregnant, you dirty S.O.B."

Jay just laughed at her, when he stopped laughing he replied to her cry of alarm, "Who better qualified to get the job done for you if your not going to let Howard do it, your brother-in-law?"

Then Jay grabbed her by the hair yelling, "Stand up" she did at once. He gave her ass a couple of real hard whacks, and said to her "Don't you ever call me a dirty S.O.B. again, you're nothing but a dirty fucken hot sleazy bag slut, that will fuck anything that wears pants!"

Liz just looked, down at the floor whimpering and said, "Sorry, I admit it, your right I know I am." Then Jay gave Liz a kiss and told her what a good fuck she made and how he had enjoyed himself. "I've always wondered how your titties would look if you were pregnant, now I can find out."

"Yeah you can see for yourself in nine mouths from now. That'll be fun, supposedly you'll even let me suck some milk out of them." Then he looked at her and said, "Well now, you won't have to worry about you getting pregnant any more, and I won't have to wear a condom will I? I can honestly say that I look forward to more good times with you and a house call."

Liz just giggled and whispered, "So am I, Jay. Now that the damage is done and I'm doubtlessly pregnant with your baby."

"What are you going to tell Howard?" he asked.

"I guess I'll have to get him to fuck me, then I can blame him."

My only thought was, "Like hell she will..."

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