Subject:     Indulging My Husband 
Story Codes: MF Mf Mg incest oral exhib 
Diary Date:  October 1, 2011 
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary:

I've always contended that when you agree to marry someone that youd better 
know who exactly they are and accept them for being just that way and not 
assume that youll somehow fix them after the ceremony.  In my humble 
opinion, if there are any major issues that you can't live with before 
marriage, then it's better not to marry him in the first place as youll have 
to deal with them after marriage where your options are much more limited.

Table of Contents:  Background  
   Background
   Chapter 1 - Husband vs. Father  
   Chapter 2 - How Does This Happen?  
   Chapter 3 - Setting the Stage  
   Chapter 4 - Steve's Wish Comes True


Background
==========

Like anyone else, I'm sure there are things about me that my new husband 
would like to change.  For instance, he simply cant comprehend why I love 
watching Dancing With the Stars and then theres my annoying habit if 
stealing his favorite dress shirts for use as evening wear.  More seriously, 
I know Steves not all that comfortable with me having sex with my dad.  
Fortunately he understands that I do it out of love for my father as a means 
of fulfilling my obligations and duties as his daughter.  As such theres no 
threat to our marriage or need for him to ever be jealous as I am most 
certainly NOT my father's "lover".  Still, I cant help but feel at times 
that if he ever discovered a magic lamp with a genie bottled up inside that 
one of his three wishes wouldnt be for me to not have sex with my dad ever 
again.

In return, there are things Ive had to accept about Steve that I wouldve 
rather not had I been given a choice.  Why he can't throw away a pair of 
sneakers before they fall off his feet confounds me.  Mixing ketchup with 
mayonnaise for his French fries gets to be a pain at times.  Still, overall I 
love him enough that I can see past those little "warts.  Perhaps the one 
thing about Steve that was the hardest for me to accept was his deep desires 
for young girls.  In a way Im lucky in that I'd already had to deal with 
that very same issue with another man I love - my father, so I knew that this 
was NOT something I could ever wish away or ever expect to change.   When a 
man has such an addiction, the psychiatrists all agree that there is no 
cure.  In the case of sexual predators we can isolate them and try to 
prevent them from acting out but those desires will always be there under the 
surface, waiting to break through at the slightest sign of weakness.

So just as Steve permits me to attend to my duties as a daughter, so I have 
agreed to allow him to indulge in his own fantasies.  Well, I guess 
technically they arent fantasies since he actually DOES them but you get the 
idea.  That doesn't mean either of us has to be involved in the other's 
activities, but we do support each other and isn't that was marriage is all 
about in the end?


Chapter 1 - Husband vs. Father
==============================
Cmon Kelly... you promised.

I did no such thing... Not ever.

Oh give me a fucking break.  You know damn well that you agreed that if I 
went along with what you wanted for our first swap then youd let me pick who 
we did it with for the next one.

Well EXCUSE me mister if I assumed that meant the next COUPLE.

Well it IS... sort of.

Yeah right, now YOU give ME a break.

It was five weeks into our marriage and Steve and I were having our first 
real fight.   Well, argument maybe.  Actually I guess thats a pretty long 
time for two people not use to living with one another to go without 
something boiling over.  A week ago wed gone out on our first swapping date 
as a married couple.  Despite his revisionist version of history, Steve had 
actually been the one to find the other couple on our swapping group web 
site.  Granted, he knew what my expectations were for our first swap and yes, 
they DID fit exactly as to what I had wanted for our first time being 
married.  Still, there remained the fact that HE was the one getting the 
better end of this deal.  After all, who got to fuck a young newlywed wife 
whod never had sex with anyone besides her husband... until then at least.  
Sure, I got to have her husband who also claimed he never had sex with anyone 
but his wife but somehow that just didn't seem as erotic - and Steve even 
agreed afterwards.

There was no doubt in my mind that under the circumstances no jury of my 
peers (does that mean a jury of twelve sluts, LOL) would convict me for 
assuming that when he picked the next couple for us to swap with that 
regardless of their idiosyncrasies that they would be just that - another 
couple.  Call me naive or whatever but it simply never entered my mind that 
he might find something like this! When I think couple, I tend to imagine 
two people either engaged or married.  Who in their right mind refers to a 
brother and sister as a couple anyway, especially at this age?

Knowing it was useless to argue further with him when he got this bullheaded, 
I stormed out of the room and headed straight for our bedroom, slammed the 
door behind me and threw myself down on the bed where I lay face down with my 
head buried in the pillow.  As my heart rate eventually slowed down I was 
able to think things through more rationally.  Although I wasn't about to 
admit it to him yet, its not like all of this should have come as any great 
surprise to me... After all, hadnt I lived with a man almost just like him 
for most of my life?

*******************

Every girl wants to marry a man like her father.

Like any generalization or stereotype, this is not true for everyone, not by 
a long shot.  Like what girl wants another abusive father in her life? What 
about the drunks and fat and lazy dads? Still, Id like to think of those as 
the exception to the rule rather than the norm.  At the same time, while I 
grew up loving my father and wanting nothing more than to please him and make 
him happy, I can't say I ever recall sitting down and imagining him twenty 
years younger proposing to me.  Like just because you have sex with your own 
father doesnt make him your lover.  Quite the opposite in fact - it just 
meant that I was being a proper, respectful daughter doing what every good 
daughter should.

So if that was the case, then how the heck did I end up marrying my dad? I 
mean that figuratively course.  The last thing I ever would do is marry my 
father.  People have asked me if I would ever bear his child.  Its not a 
question that I can even comprehend, let alone respond.  I know there are 
people out there who do such things and if it works for them, more power to 
them but NOT me.  I am not a proponent of abortion but that would be the one 
case where I would make an exception.

To most people who know them I would think my father and husband appear quite 
dissimilar.  They have totally different builds, personalities, occupations, 
religions and political views.  Rather its the things that most people dont 
see where they are virtual clones.  Heck, even I wasn't aware of some of 
their similarities until after Steve proposed to me.  It was a bit eye-
opening to find out that the man you accepted a proposal from could have such 
secrets but then again, its not like he kept them hidden from me.  Had I 
even been looking for them? Who would blame me for missing the signs?

As for my father and husband being alike, first and most importantly they 
both love me.  Of course its a different type of love, just as they both 
love pizza but I would like to think their feelings for me are different than 
for a meat-lovers pizza with thick crust and extra cheese.  My dad loves me 
just as most fathers love their daughter.  His is a paternal love borne of 
respect and out of duty as my parent, guardian and mentor.  On the other 
hand, I am Steves mate and LOVER.  Steve is the only man in the world ever 
to make love to me and I fully expect that he will always BE the only man in 
the world to do so. 

Another similarity between them shows in their mutual desire to have sex me.  
I dont mean the way men want me when Im sitting down with my legs crossed 
showing off half my ass or flaunting myself by the pool in a skimpy bikini.  
Thats just pure sexual lust where I may as well be a sex toy doll for all 
they care about me personally.   Not to say my dad and husband dont lust for 
me - as I surely would hope they do.   Its just that its a different form 
of sexual lust.  Its hard to explain but its just more intimate and 
personal with them than anything a stranger can feel for me.   Simply put, 
they both want to fuck ME, not just my vagina or this fantasy girl.  Sure 
they also want other girls but I like to think when they lust for me thats 
its something special for them.  It certainly is for me!

Speaking of lust, my dad had been wanting me at least since I was eight, even 
though he never actually did anything until I was past my sixteenth birthday.  
Although he had should have had a head start, to my dads consternation it 
was Steve who actually got to have me two years before him, taking my 
virginity at the ripe old age of fourteen.  For years I had this angst over 
not giving myself to my father first.   Now Im torn in that at least I gave 
myself to my husband first and theres something to be said for that as well.

As an interesting side note, as much as they both want to do me neither of 
them wants to do it with the other around.  Now if someone else wants to fuck 
me then theyre more than ready to stand around and watch but they both draw 
the line when it comes to watching the other with me so regardless of what 
seem people seem to think, there arent any father-husband threesomes for me.  
Maybe its because each of them are so close to me and so intimate that they 
cant just stand there and watch.  I dont really understand it and theyre 
both too macho to talk about it.  Still, whatever it is at least both of the 
men who are closest to my heart love showing me how much they love me! Cant 
ask for much more than that, can I?

The next similarity is that each of them qualifies as a certifiable porn 
addict.  I guess that makes them like a lot of other guys in the world if you 
believe some of the statistics about porn on the Internet.  They both have 
extensive porn collections consisting of hundreds of gigabytes of videos, 
photos and erotic stories they keep on various DVDs, portable hard drives and 
such for safe keeping, well away from prying eyes.  In fact, I think this is 
one of the things that bonded them from the start - comparing their 
collections and sharing them with each other.  It was like a instant free 
upgrade for them both! My father looked at porn all the time when I was 
growing up, masturbating frequently.  Steve does much the same, although he 
doesnt tend to do it so openly since if Im around he prefers me to the porn 
stars.  Like my mom, I dont see any harm in their little fantasies although 
sometimes it seems an incredible waste of time.

That sort of leads to their next common trait - neither of them is a one 
girl type of guy.  I mean sexually, not when it comes to marriage and family 
relationships.   All through their marriage my dad was faithful to my mother 
and I have no doubt whatsoever that Steve will be same with me.  Still, both 
of them have wandering eyes and desires which can only be fulfilled by 
enjoying other women.  For my dad, his urges were satisfied mostly with my 
moms sister and then eventually his nieces when they got old enough.  
Because of my moms definition of adultery, his options were limited as there 
could be no sex outside of their marriage.  Fortunately my mom considered 
their entire family as part of their marriage so incest was not viewed as 
adultery.  With Steve and me, the definition of adultery has been modernized 
to include the intent clause meaning that so long as there was no intent to 
cheat on your spouse then sex outside of marriage is OK.  Hence the swapping 
group wed joined shortly after getting engaged and to which we still 
remained active members after marriage.

Perhaps the hardest commonality between them for me to deal with is that both 
of my guys are certified, card-carrying pedophiles.  I dont mean this term 
as a slur or to pass judgment, its just stating the facts.  They are both 
turned on by young girls which technically and legally makes them pedophiles.  
I mentioned that my father had lusted for me since I was eight which was when 
I first gave him a hand job.  At the time it was under the close supervision 
of my mother who used it as a teaching tool so I would better understand 
about men.  Well my father wanted a lot more than that, something I didn't 
realize at the time, but my mother expressly forbade any such thing until 
eight years later, almost two years after I started on my journey towards 
becoming the class slut.

To be clear, just because a man is a pedophile doesnt mean he actually DOES 
anything with real girls, it just describes his feelings and desires.  These 
feelings and desires are things he cant control so those around him have to 
learn to deal with them.  For instance, my dad never touched an underage girl 
in a sexual way while married to my mom except for my cousin Tammy at the age 
of fourteen and my other cousin Kristi when she was sixteen.  Given they were 
his nieces and by then he was fucking me, my mom was more tolerant of his 
desires.  That didn't mean he didn't lust for other girls as proven by his 
extensive collection of child pornography which would land him in most likely 
in a jail cell if the authorities ever found it.   Growing up I would see him 
playing videos of young girls having sex on his computer or TV as he 
masturbated but they never really turned me on.  If anything, I was more 
curious about why they would do such things with such old guys! I mean when 
youre barely a teenager, anyone over thirty looks the same age - old.

After my parents divorce a couple of years ago my Aunt Linda (my moms 
younger sister) moved in with my dad.  Theyd been fooling around since she 
was in eighth grade but it was never more than just sex as he never felt the 
type of love for her that he did for her older sister.  Once she was 
established in his house, Aunt Linda then helped my dad get introduced to 
various local sex clubs that she belonged to where family sex was 
encouraged.  Needless to say my dad was in heaven.  At long last he was able 
to actually act out on the desires and feelings hed been forced to keep 
bottled up so many years.

Knowing my personal feelings about the matter he kept me mostly in the dark 
about it but there were a couple times when he asked me to go with him.  
These type of parties had strict security as you might imagine so he was 
required to bring his own daughter as part of the admission requirements.  
I guess the idea was that a policeman on a sting wouldn't bring his own 
daughter to share.  I can't say I was exactly thrilled when he told me what I 
would be required to do but then he was my father so I really had no choice 
but to go along with it.  OK, I not going to try to say I didn't enjoy it but 
that didn't mean I didn't have some pretty major misgivings about it 
afterwards.

When I was first dating Steve I was just fourteen but then he was only 
sixteen so it wasn't like he could be accused of having sex with underage 
girls.  It wasn't until he moved back to Pittsburgh at the age of 27 that I 
learned that his penchant for young girls had never gone away as he grew up.  
You could say he grew older physically but his desires didn't age with him, 
sort of like a sexy Peter Pan.  Like she had with my dad, my Aunt Linda 
learned of his desires and arranged for him to join in on some parties where 
he was finally able to do the things hed only masturbated about for so many 
years, just as my dad had done.  The only difference - and a major one at 
that, is that he didn't ask me to join him like my dad had.  Then again, he 
didn't need to as he would go as my Aunts son.  It may have been pushing the 
limits a bit as there is only a fifteen year gap between them but apparently 
it all worked out.

Over time I reached agreements with both my dad and Steve.  Basically I 
agreed to look the other way when it came to their pedophile desires and 
activities so long as they didn't get me involved unnecessarily.  It wasn't 
that I was being like my mother and firmly opposed to the practice.  Indeed, 
I was going to repeat her mistake which helped contribute to their eventual 
divorce.  Instead, I was more than a little afraid that if I went along with 
them too many times that I might get hooked as well and there was a proven 
basis behind my fears.  The last time my father had invited me to a family 
party Id left feeling really good about myself and for a time I even 
considered getting actively involved myself.  But once the sexual rush passed 
common sense returned.  You can get away with a lot these days but as a 
teacher the one unforgivable sin is to have any involvement with underage 
sex.  It simply wasn't worth the risk.

So given that background, I guess what Im trying to say is that if I was 
being honest then it shouldnt have come as any big shock to me that by 
giving Steve full control over our next swap that he would pick a family with 
couple of young kids.   For now I didn't know much more than that but what 
more did I NEED to know? The question for me was would I stand by my promise? 
Sure Id tried arguing that Id never said such a thing but I knew that I had 
- and he knew it as well.  My problem was that I just hadnt realized to what 
extent he would take advantage of the open- ended opportunity.

Just to be clear, Im not bothered that my husband wanted to fuck a young 
girl.  If anything THAT was completely understandable as I think the vast 
majority of men have those feelings, even if they won't admit to them or act 
on them.  Tell me what man doesnt steal a glance at that tribe of young 
teenager or even preteen girls passes by in the mall? Even for those who are 
honest about their feelings I would say at least 99.9% or more never act on 
their fantasies.  Ive always maintained that ANYTHING is OK when it comes to 
fantasies as its what you DO that matters, not what you think.  So go ahead 
guys, stare at them and go home and masturbate about them, just think twice 
before you approach them... or maybe three or four times.

So now I was faced with a dilemma.  From past experience I knew that once you 
started down a path like this there was no turning back.  It was like being 
on a roller coaster as it crested the first hill and you know there is 
absolutely nothing that can stop you from going down the upcoming incline.  
Even if it starts out small, it grows. Its like men watching porn.  They 
start out with Playboys but it escalates from there as they need an ever 
increasing dose of perversion to get them off.  When my dad first invited me 
it was just for me to watch him and my aunt with a couple of kids.  I didn't 
do anything but watch.  Then the next time I was expected to participate and 
after that it required ever increasing involvement.

The reason I was tormenting myself so over this was that the stakes were 
incredibly high.  This was a major turning point in our young marriage which 
would set the stage for our future irrevocably.  If I went along with Steve 
this time I would never be able to say no again.  Yet if I said no would that 
create an unrepeatable rift in our marriage, a permanent entry point for 
doubt and distrust to enter where it could grow, expand and eventually lead 
to a divorce?

I could debate it all I wanted but in my heart I also know that it wasn't 
like I had a real choice about the matter.  No, I dont mean that Im some 
sort of sex slave who has to bow to the wishes of my master.  If anything I 
was bound more by my own sense of ethics and morals than anything being 
forced on me by someone else.  It was like when my father asks me to join him 
at his parties.  As his daughter I believe that I have an obligation to 
please him and obey him so I agreed to go despite my reservations.  As my 
father, he never abused my trust and I knew he would have loved to have me 
participate more often but he only came to me when he really needed me.   So 
it was now that I was married.  As Steves wife I had a similar obligation to 
please my husband.  He wasn't asking me to murder someone or to do anything 
to harm anyone so there was no basis for me to say no.

As you might imagine, Steve was thrilled when I went back to him, kissed him 
and apologized, telling him I would do anything he asked.  Yes... anything! 
He didn't waste any time taking advantage of that promise.


Chapter 2 - How Does This Happen?
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Ive described in previous diary entries how our swapping group works so I 
wont  repeat all the details here again.  The key points are the group is 
local, VERY private and VERY exclusive.  You can't just get on-line and sign 
up from anywhere in the country, or the world for that matter.  Before youre 
accepted there are interviews, security and credit checks, as well as 
personal reference checks.  It was a real pain but at least now when we 
search the profiles we know everyone is real and that our personal 
information is being kept private.

Steve normally handles all the details when it comes to the group.  He signed 
us up shortly after we got engaged using my Aunt Linda as a reference which 
was pretty powerful in that shed been a member for over fifteen years, 
starting when my cousin was nine.  It was reassuring knowing that my Aunt and 
cousin were involved and had no real problems over the years.  After dealing 
with silly sites like Adult Friend Finder (AFF) where nearly everyone was 
someone other than who they said they were, I was soon thankful for all the 
security and verification checks.  On the other hand, it was those same 
checks and privacy that bothered me as I wasn't accustomed to allowing nude 
photos of me to be posted for strangers to see.  Granted the general profiles 
only showed fully dressed photos and you had to make a conscious effort to 
allow people to see your more personal albums, but after all the bad 
experiences Id had in the past eight years or so I was remained a bit 
skeptical.

Now and then I would look through the profiles, more out of curiosity than 
anything else.  You could filter based on peoples expectations of what they 
were looking for so I tended to steer clear of the weird ones although at 
times it was fun to check them out just because they could get so far out 
there.  You could find people interested in animals, orgies, public sex, 
bondage, and just about any perversion imaginable but the one category that 
was NOT available was anything to do with underage children.  Steve had asked 
about that during one of our entry interviews and he was informed rather 
stiffly that such activity was illegal and as such the group did not promote 
or encourage it.  I guess it was OK to fuck a horse but not a preteen girl.  
Go figure...

As I didn't want to be involved, my Aunt Linda took care of Steve, 
periodically inviting him along with her as her son even though that put 
him at the far outer edges of the ages of most sons at the family parties.  
How she learned about these parties was just something she didn't talk about.  
It was sort of a dont ask, dont tell sort of thing.  What I didn't know 
was that after our wedding shed given Steve a special wedding present - the 
access code to the area of our groups site that wasnt open to most members.

Steve hadnt told me about his new privileges until now, after wed enjoyed 
our first swap as a married couple with Leon and Tamara.  Even then, all hed 
done was tell me about it without showing me but it was enough to precipitate 
our first fight and I felt really bad about my bitchy behavior.  Still, had 
he warned me ahead of time and not just surprised me like he had then maybe I 
might have had time to absorb it all and avoided the instinctive reaction 
that had overtaken me before I realized fully what I was doing.

So now that I was on board, Steve showed me what hed been looking at.  
Seeing the people and reading their profiles, I finally understood where my 
aunt had found the families she had for Steve and my dad.  Indeed, I even 
recognized several of the families from the parties Id been to in the past.  
Hmmmmmm, was this what Steve wanted? Did he want to take me with him to a 
family party? If so it would have really surprised me; not because I would 
have been shocked by his desires but more so that they would even allow us to 
attend.  A cardinal rule had always seemed to be that these were for 
FAMILIES, not for pedophiles who just were looking for an opportunity to fuck 
young kids.  This was why my dad had asked me to come with him as he needed 
to bring his own daughter if he wanted to be with someone else's.  Its not 
like Steve and I had any kids.

Then Steve opened up the profile that he had saved as one of his favorites.  
My eyes widened and I almost gasped before I caught myself just in time.  
Holy crap, I knew them! Way back in the spring of last year my dad had 
invited me to be part of something for the first time.  I only watched but it 
was the first time Id ever witnessed my dad and aunt having sex with a 
couple of young kids while their parents watched.  It was shocking but 
incredibly erotic and now there in front of me was a family photo, like one 
of those you have taken at Sears, of the four of them.  Their profile was 
titled, We Like to Watch and the description went like this...

  Were proud of our kids and we love to share in their activities be it   
sports, theater or Scouting.  But just as we watch from the stands as Mark   
plays basketball while Elisa cheers on the sidelines, so we also enjoy   
watching when they have sex.  Theyre both great kids and they love to show   
off so if youre interested in spending some quality time with them and dont   
mind their parents watching while you do, give us a poke.

The most vivid memories came flooding back and my pussy immediately began to 
tingle.   Wow, that had probably been one of the most surreal episodes Id 
ever been involved in up to the time.  I was sitting off in the corner while 
my dad and my Aunt Linda did it with the two kids and indeed, true to their 
word their parents just sat there fully clothed watching everything.  
According to the mom theyd never had sex with their kids themselves but they 
certainly encouraged them to enjoy themselves and I remembered how cute they 
looked together after my aunt and dad had finished with them.  Wow, so this 
must have been how she found them.  Id always wondered where she contacted 
such people.

So what do you think? Steve asked, a huge grin on his face - not to mention 
the raging hard-on I could see poking out of his boxers.  I loved seeing him 
when he was turned on.

Now what? Well, I had to tell him.  I mean, if we ever did actually meet them 
then they would probably recognize me and Steve would find out anyway so 
better to be up front now and get it over with.  Steve took the news 
remarkably well, actually a bit TOO well and then it was his time to confess.

Yeah, your Aunt told me about all that already which is why I looked for 
them. The whole thing sounded really hot, didn't you think so at the time?

We talked a while about it.  I gave him the full account from my perspective 
which seemed to go along with what my aunt had said as well so at east she 
hadnt exaggerated anything much from what I could tell.  As I got more 
detailed I could tell her was really getting turned on and when it got to 
where the two kids had started having sex that he finally couldn't stop from 
stroking himself.  Damn, that is SOOOOO hot, he said softly as pulled his 
shorts off to make it easier for him to jerk off.  I was sitting on the bed 
next to him and it was tempting to give him a hand, so to speak, but instead 
I just continued on to finish the story.   Besides, I always loved watching 
him masturbate.

So tell me Kelly... did you wish Mark had fucked you too? he asked when I 
was done.

I hesitated for a second.  I knew what he WANTED to hear but was that what I 
wanted to tell him? Again, the truth almost always works out best in the long 
term so I shook my head.

Honestly Steve, not really.  Oh sure it was erotic and all but I was so 
flustered at the time that I didn't know what I really wanted.

But I KNOW you like young boys, he smirked, Your Aunt has told me all 
about how you get into it.

Well what could I say? Of course Id enjoyed it, like what red-blooded woman 
wouldnt have? Thats like asking a man if he enjoyed fucking a young girl.  
What normal male would say no so why should it be any different for me? What 
woman hasnt dreamed of having a young man take her at the start of his 
budding sexuality? In all cases Im not talking about what some people would 
call extreme pedophilia, that is sex with prepubescent boys and girls.  
That is a complete perversion.  It also doesnt mean in either case that they 
felt it was right or that they didn't regret it.  Just because something 
feels good doesnt make it good.

Seeing me hesitate, Steve pushed forward.  So do you regret now NOT fucking 
Mark?

It was an interesting question.  It sort of went along with something Ive 
said for years when people ask me if I have ever regretted any of the things 
Ive done sexually.  My standard answer is theres nothing that I have 
regretted that I have DONE.  Its the things I have NOT done that regret.  
Still, when it came to that time with Mark I wouldnt say I REGRET anything.  
It was more like something I fantasized about.  I tried to explain it to 
Steve but he seemed to have a hard time understanding me.

OK, lets try this, I said, seeking another approach, Just because you had 
an opportunity doesnt mean it was something you would change now of you 
could.  For instance, your sister always wanted you to fuck her so you had 
THAT opportunity.  Do you regret not taking advantage of it?

The moment I said it I wanted to take my words back.  Some things are better 
left unsaid and when it came to his sister Steve was more than just a little 
sensitive.  I knew hed never harbored those type of feelings for his sister 
and now that I knew that his younger brother and her were living together and 
even considering getting married I should have known better than to tweak him 
on it.

Sorry, bad example, I hurriedly said as I saw his face flush with fury.  
So anyway, whats next?

Fortunately he went along with my attempt to change the subject but I could 
tell from his tense posture that he wouldnt be forgetting what I said quite 
so quickly.

Well, I guess we give them a poke and see what happens.

With that he went back to the computer and clicked the mouse.  That was all 
we could do for the time being as we had to wait for a response from them 
before anything changed.  Technically that was when you would learn their 
first names but in this case I already knew them.  I think Steve was anxious 
to see their private profile because they normally included nudes.  It made 
me wonder if they would actually post nude photos of the kids on the web 
site.  Even if they werent sexual the legal line was pretty fuzzy when it 
came to naked photos of children on-line under any circumstances.  Oh well, 
wed just have to wait and see.  In the meantime, I had to make things up 
with Steve... As horny as he was it didn't take much effort!

***************

Most times when we tried to poke someone in the past it took days, even weeks 
to get a response.  Thus you can imagine our surprise when we were barely 
finished having sex that the computer dinged, signaling a new message.  I was 
laying alongside Steve, one leg and arm draped over his sweating nude body, 
rubbing my freshly fucked pussy up against his hip.  My mouth still tasted 
like cum as I hadnt brushed my teeth yet after letting him finish in my 
mouth, pretending to be little Elisa for him.  Then again, its not like it 
was the worst taste to have lingering in your mouth...

Steve started to sit up but I groaned and whined, trying to keep him down.  
My pussy was still throbbing from being filled with his wonderful hard dick 
not just a few minutes earlier and I loved to lay like this afterwards and 
just press it up against him.  The feel of my husband and lovers warm nude 
body against mine, my boobs pressing against his aide as my head rested on 
his shoulder with his arm around me was like heaven on earth.

Dont go... fuck me again, I pleaded softly.

Damn girl, so twice wasn't enough? he laughed, dropping his head back down 
on the pillow.

I dont EVER get enough, I teased him.  Then again, it was more than a 
tease - it was the truth.

Well, give me a minute and Ill see what I can do about my nympho wife, he 
said with a grin as he gently moved out from under me.  I watched as my 
handsome naked husband walked over to the computer and leaned over to check 
out the screen.

Hey, they already answered back! he called out as he sat down to check 
things out.

Now he had my attention so I rolled off the bed and went to the bathroom to 
get a glass of water to rinse out my mouth.  Fresh cum tastes good but it 
doesnt age well.

Whoa! I heard Steve gasp as he clicked away on the mouse.  My guess was he 
was already looking at their private photo album and when I got in behind him 
with my hands on his bare broad shoulders I could see that was indeed the 
case.  Sure enough, there were the kids seated together on a couch - fully 
nude.  They both had grown up a bit in the sixteen months or so since Id 
last seen them but there was no mistaking them. 

Mark looked even cuter than before.  To be honest, he was a bit young for me 
back then so now that he was a little older he turned me on more.  Back then 
Id guessed him to be maybe fifteen or so but their parents never told us 
their ages.  Now the profile put him at 15 but he might be closer to his 
sixteenth birthday.  He still had that thick black hair which looked like it 
never met a comb.  His dark hair enhanced what seemed to be an olive 
complexion which he must have inherited from his mother judging by the 
photos.

Back when I first saw Elisa I had wondered if she was even a teenager yet. I 
was guessing thirteen or fourteen at most and that assumed she was immature 
for her age.   Its so hard with some girls at that age to guess how old they 
are so I wouldn't have been surprised if she had really been just twelve.  
Well, if the profile was to be believed, and they were always true in the 
past, she was just twelve now so she must have been only eleven back when my 
dad fucked her! No wonder he had been so turned on as no doubt he knew her 
real age at the time.

Unlike her brother, Elisa was actually a little mature for her age.  Her 
boobs has barely been an A-cup when I last saw her and while they hadnt 
exactly exploded, they werent bad for a girl her age.  I certainly would 
have killed for them back when I was twelve! Her long blonde hair, taking 
from her father it seemed, was no longer in ponytails but rather hung over 
her shoulders now well past her bust line.  She was still quite petite but 
must have gone through a growth spurt as she was listed as being 51 whereas 
last year she was well under the five foot mark - another big turn- on at the 
time for my dad who liked his girls small and skinny.

What surprised me was the number of nude photos they had posted of the kids, 
obviously taken at various times judging by the differences in hair and 
location.   Elisa wasn't shaving yet, not that she had all that much to deal 
with.  Mark on the other hand, had grown even hairier around his crotch in 
the past year and no longer had that little boy appearance down there.  He 
looked to be taller as well, which was confirmed by the profile as being 58.  
Well, if he actually did play basketball then he wasn't the center.

We got to the last set of photos and my heart rate suddenly shot up.  Holy 
crap, they had posted photos of their kids having sex together! In this day 
and age I was amazed that anyone would take such a risk.  Granted only people 
to whom they gave explicit permission could see them, but to even have them 
on the internet at all was incredulous.  One thing Id learned with my own 
web site was that there are people out there who collect every web site and 
store them and it doesnt matter if they are visible or not.  Even if you 
delete the web site those copies continue to exist for what could be an 
eternity.  Lesson learned - if youre going to post something then you have 
to be prepared that it will be out of your hands forever afterwards.

As shocked as I was, I was even more turned on.  Normally Im not one for 
porn so naked photos of people having sex dont usually get me off.  To me 
theyre just actors performing for money.  Without a personal connection they 
mean nothing to me.   I get far more turned on when a guy sends me photos of 
his daughter in her bikini with her friends, or his wife dressing when she 
doesnt know he has the camera, than by porn.  It doesnt matter what they 
look like that turns me on so much as the fact that he is sharing them with 
me, something they would never forgive him for if they ever found out. Its 
the act that turns me on, not the photo itself.  Its no different than why 
being fucked by a married man is so erotic - its the act of him committing 
adultery that gets me off, not just the sex (OK, I like that too but you get 
the idea).

With these photos it was different because I DID have that personal 
connection.   Heck, Id watched my own father and aunt have sex with the very 
same kids that were in various positions on the screen in front of us.  There 
was nothing discreet or teasing, these were explicit photos taken by someone 
who knew what they were doing in such a way you could see everything.  It was 
almost as if theyd gone to a professional porn photographer and then again, 
maybe they had?

These are incredible, Steve said softly under his breath and I saw that his 
dick was at full mast again even after having just fucked me twice.  Then 
again, knowing him if these didn't get him hard no matter how many times hed 
cum then Id have been worried.

The key to me in looking through the dozens of photos they had posted was 
that it wasn't like the child porn that my dad use to watch where you felt 
like the girl was just going through the motions to please someone.  There 
was an obvious bond between the brother and sister, much more so than just 
two siblings.  You could see it in her eyes when she was looking at her 
brother while he was on top of her, almost a look of adoration or do I even 
dare say it... love?

For a moment I thought again about Steves brother and sister and I wondered 
if this was how it was with them when they had been fooling around back as 
young teens.   Sharon had never told me about what she did with her younger 
brother, only about her desires for the one that was dating me.  I started to 
say something to Steve but then remembered his earlier reaction and kept my 
big mouth shut for once.

Without even asking me Steve clicked on the button that would tell them we 
wanted to meet.  Turning to me, he stood up and grabbed me and pulled me 
tightly against him.   I could feel his rigid dick poking me in the belly 
like a hard steel rod.  I loved it... God, he was soooooo turned on!

You asked for it, now Im ready, he practically growled.

Well, if Id learned one thing it was how to get Steve as hot and bothered as 
ever.   This time around made our earlier session look like teenage petting 
time.  As he fucked me hard I knew what was driving him and it wasn't me.  
Some girls less secure about themselves and their relationship might have 
been put off knowing the guy fucking them was fantasizing about someone else 
while he was doing her.  Indeed, I had no doubt that Steve was fantasizing 
about Elisa the entire time he was doing me but hey, if it worked for both of 
us then why not? It had been a while since hed cum four times in under two 
hours so I certainly wasn't about to complain!

Afterwards Steve made sure to download all the photos.  I was sure they would 
become a treasured addition to his collection and I wondered if he would 
share them with my dad.  They both kept everything on memory sticks so 
nothing was actually on his computer which made me feel a little better but 
it still worried me that he kept such images around.  It scares me a little, 
just as my dad had scared my mom, as just the act of downloading photos such 
as those was a felony.  I guess thats why I was so easy to talk into when it 
came to joining the swap group - anything that increased our security was 
better than nothing.

I had to say one thing, the folks we were in contact with were punctual.  
Once again I was laying next to Steve but this time it was with a pussy full 
of cum.  OK, so I could have gone another round but for all practical 
purposes I was finally satisfied.   Steve was out of it though, practically 
passing out as soon as his head hit the pillow.  I reached down and flipped 
his dick with my finger.  Yep, he was finished!  The poor thing just lay 
there limp and exhausted.  Well, one good about them was it wouldnt be long 
before it was ready for action again, even if its owner wasn't.

As I was starting to say, the folks were punctual in that just as I was about 
to pull up the covers over us the little ding went off again.  Wow, could 
they really have responded back that quickly? I would have thought they would 
be deluged with people trying to contact them so it wouldnt have surprised 
me one bit had they not responded even for a few days, let alone minutes.

Leaving my sleeping hubby in bed, I grabbed a nightshirt and pulled it on as 
I made my way to the computer on the desk.  The t-shirt didn't do much for 
covering my bottom as I sat down on the cool wooden seat but at least it 
covered my boobs.  If Steve had been with me I would have stayed nude as he 
would have me naked 24/7 if he had anything to say about it! Having his woman 
barefoot in the kitchen wasn't enough for him - he wanted me completely bare 
everywhere.

Sure enough, it WAS from them.  Theyd accepted our invitation and with it 
came a phone number.  I could tell from the area code that it was a phone 
similar to the one wed bought for such purposes, a simple throw-away from 
Wal-Mart. At least they were more cautious than Leon and Tamara had been the 
week before.  I started to call them but then thought about it some more.  
This was really something I should let Steve take care of.  After all, it was 
all about his fantasies and desires, not mine.  Sure I was excited but I also 
knew what I felt was nothing compared to how Steve would feel once he read 
their response.

Leaving it for the moment, I headed back to bed, dropping the night shirt 
along the way. This time I pulled up the covers over us and fell asleep 
snuggled up against my wonderful husband.



Chapter 3 - Setting the Stage
=============================
It had been less than 48 hours since the arrangements had been made and here 
we were, sitting in Steves truck about to get out and walk into the hotel.  
Nothing like a little motivation to get a guy to take action fast.  Steve had 
called Simon, the father of the family wed been exchanging invitation with, 
and in less than ten minutes the guys had everything worked out.  Neither 
side of the conversation was willing to give out any more personal 
information than necessary so meeting at their house was off the table.  The 
same went with our apartment although that was more a question of logistics 
as our single bedroom with one bed would have made things a bit cramped.  The 
easiest compromise was to meet at a hotel where Simon volunteered to book the 
room.  He then emailed Steve the name of the hotel and just a few minutes 
before Steve had received a text message with the room number which meant 
they were checked in and waiting for us.

Now look me in the eye and tell me... are you sure you want to do this? he 
asked me as he unlocked the doors.  Yeah, like now was a good time to be 
asking this.  It was more a rhetorical question anyway as he didn't wait for 
an answer but instead quickly got out which allowed me to slide out behind 
him.

The hotel was a rather upscale Marriott so at least Simon wasn't a 
cheapskate.  We walked through the front entrance, bypassed the check-in 
counter and quickly located the elevators.  As the doors closed behind us I 
took one last look at myself in the mirrored back wall.

For goodness sake, quit worrying so much, you look great! Steve encouraged 
me.

Yeah, easy for him to say.  A quick shower, shave, a few strokes with a comb, 
some deodorant (hopefully) and dash of cologne and he was finished in the 
bathroom.   Following that his socks, boxers, a pair of jeans and a dress 
shirt and he was ready to go.  Sometimes men make me jealous! I also took a 
shower but in the process I had to wash my hair and shave a lot more real 
estate than he did.  Unless I wanted my hair to be totally flat there was the 
blow drier and curling iron to contend with followed by fifteen minutes at 
least applying makeup.  Id been debating from the start on what I should 
wear but then did it really matter? I had little doubt that no matter what I 
chose I wouldn't be in it for long.  Still, first impressions are lasting 
impressions so I didn't want to look like a cheap whore or just your average 
housewife either.  Something to catch the eye but not look like I was trying 
too hard to do so.

If nothing else, the clerk behind the desk had validated my choice.  I 
couldn't help but smile to myself when he stole a glance at my ass which was 
clearly outlined in the tight skirt Id chosen.  Id considered going for one 
of my tighter jeans to give the same effect but that wouldve left too many 
marks when I undressed, not the sexiest thing in the world.  The skirt wasn't 
the shortest one in my wardrobe by any means but it was suitable for the 
general public without raising too many eyebrows.   I had on a light jacket 
so the white blouse I was wearing wasn't visible.  The blouse was rather 
sheer so Id decided to wear a bra rather than have my nipples show though 
which would have been a little over the top for a family affair.  Actually 
the harder decision was what color bra to wear as it would be visible.  Black 
was the automatic choice but I decided to go with a bright red one instead 
along with a matching thong.

That bra looks pretty sharp on you, Steve observed as I opened up my jacket 
to check everything out. Maybe you should wear one more often.

I turned and gave him an odd look.  Was he serious? Steve couldn't help but 
laugh at himself, OK, OK. So Im just kidding... dont get any strange 
ideas.

The door opened just then and we stepped out into the hallway.  My heel 
caught on the elevator floor where it was open between the elevator and the 
hallway but Steve was there to grab me before I twisted something, or worse.

Why do girls have to wear heels THAT high? he teased me.

Because guys want our asses and legs to look tight, thats why, was my curt 
response.  Sheesh, do guys think we wear them for comfort? Again, there was a 
little jealousy in that Steve was wearing brown loafers with flat bottoms.  
No tripping on floors for him and he could have walked home without being 
crippled in the process.

According the numbering on the doors, the room was about half-way down the 
hall.   Just as Steve was about to knock I turned to him and said, Are you 
SURE about this?  We can still turn back.

Steve looked at me like he thought I was joking. Indeed, that was exactly 
what he said.

Are you joking?

Some things are better left unsaid so I giggled like an idiot and pretended 
that was indeed exactly what I was doing.  I knew my husband well enough that 
when he had that wild look in his eye I could see right then that there was 
no talking him out of something.

Steve knocked and in a few seconds the door opened and there was a sight I 
hadnt seen in almost a year and a half  Simon standing there greeting us.

Steve?... Kelly?... good to finally meet you, he greeted us and ushered us 
inside.   My mind was racing and I had to wonder what he meant by finally 
meet you? It had been like less than 48 hours since wed first made contact 
so it wasn't like wed been trading e-mails for a year.

Steve... Kelly... Id like you to meet my family... My wife Raie, son Mark 
and daughter Elisa.

Like we needed to be told.  Steve had spent enough time staring at their 
profile the last two days that he probably knew their names better than his 
relatives. Sitting down in the room were the three of them, looking exactly 
like they had on their profile. If anything, Id have said the profile photos 
had been taken within the last week as even the haircuts and hair styles 
looked exactly the same.  The only difference was while the parents were 
actively engaging us, the kids were on the couch fooling with their phones.  
Well, so what else was new! We had to ban them at my school (or at least they 
had to turn them in during classes) as even kids that young were glued to the 
things these days.

Once inside I quickly did a quick survey of the room.  It was pretty standard 
issue upscale hotel style with two queen sized beds, a large desk, a bureau 
with a big flat-screen TV mounted on top of it, along with a small couch and 
two stuffed chairs.   As we entered I noted a bathroom to the side.  The 
light over the sink was on and I could see it contained a large bath tub 
which looked to be a Jacuzzi style as well as a stand-up shower stall.  The 
towels looked to be extra large unlike the napkins you get at the cheap 
hotels.  Interestingly there was nothing laid out.  Overall it was a very 
nice room if somewhat sterile.  We could have been in any city in the country 
for all you could tell from the generic room dcor.

Then there were the rooms occupants which were NOT generic by any means.  
Even so, if Id met them under different circumstances I probably wouldve 
categorized them as the stereotypical American family - mom, dad, older 
brother and younger sister.   Heck, about all that that was missing was the 
family dog and I wouldn't have been surprised to find out theyd left it at 
home.  Simon and Raie would have been right at home at the local PTA meeting 
with Simon in faded jeans and a Steelers polo shirt (making him an instant 
pal of mine).  Raie was wearing plain khaki pants, simple brown sandals with 
pale blue blouse that hung loosely but still fit her well at the same time.  
A true soccer mom and her office-dwelling middle-management husband right 
down to the obvious tanning salon results for the mom and gold chain around 
the neck of the husband.

Oh yeah, then there were the kids.  At the mall or school they wouldnt have 
stood out as anything unusual or different, certainly nothing in their 
appearance or demeanor would lead you to think they were actively involved in 
some pretty unusual sexual activities, at least unusual for someone their 
age.  I couldn't even picture my parents doing something like this when me 
when I was Elisas age.  Heck, I wasn't even having sex when I was her age! 
At twelve years old I was just learning the finer points of masturbation, let 
alone toying with older men.  I had absolutely no thoughts of sex with my 
parents back then nor could I imagine performing in front of them.

Speaking of which, Elisa was looking cute in her tight white shorts that 
covered her butt and little else.  Despite being a few weeks past the warm 
days of summer, the white cloth emphasized her tanned legs which I noted had 
filled out considerably since Id last seen her making them more shapely than 
coltish.  A white halter top revealed a black bra underneath although there 
wasn't all that much for it to support yet but a lot more than I had when I 
was her age.  The bra straps were actually wider than the halter top as seems 
to be the style these days.  Her blonde hair lay loose, no ponytail or 
pigtails this time around, and she had it pulled to one side so that it 
draped down over her shoulder just down to the bottom of her bust.  She 
looked cute and would have grabbed the attention of any guy at church or 
school but not anything special.

As for Mark, what could I say? He was a fifteen year-old teenage boy so 
fashion was the last thing on his mind.  A pair of jeans, sneakers and plain 
black t-shirt was all he needed.  No doubt hed spent maybe all of five 
seconds worrying about what to wear today.

Both kids just sat there, each one leaning into their corner of the couch 
with their feet tucked up under them, glancing up occasionally as the adults 
introduced themselves.  Steve and I shook hands with their parents and then 
took a seat on the edge of the bed facing them as Simon sat back in the 
remaining chair.

Been a while, eh Kelly? Simon said, the first to break the awkward silence.

Yeah... quite a surprise actually.

Well your aunt has kept us up on things.  Congrats on your marriage by the 
way.   Steve, youve got quite a catch there.

Steve just smiled and put his arm around me.  I still had my jacket on and so 
he helped me take it off and laid to on the bed next to him.  I was pleased 
to see Simons gaze drop down to my boobs.  He certainly wasn't self-
conscious about openly staring at them.

I suppose you guys have some questions before we get started, Simon said.  
Like talk about the understatement of the day! Feel free to ask us anything.  
I realize that this is probably something new for you guys.

Steve kept glancing over at Elisa.  I had a pretty good idea that the only 
question in his mind was when was he going to get to fuck her! As for me, I 
DID have a few things I wanted to straighten out before we did anything more 
to commit ourselves.

So do you guys do this a lot? I asked.

Simon looked at his wife, reaching across to hold her hand.  You mean watch 
other people fuck our kids? No, not really, at least not like this.  In fact, 
this is only the third time.  You dad and aunt were the second by the way in 
case youre interested so that should tell you something.

Tell me what? In any case I knew what I wanted to ask but no matter how I 
thought it out I couldn't come up with the right words.  This time it was 
Raie who spoke up.

Thats OK Kelly, I think I know what youre trying to say, she said 
soothingly, almost like she was my mother, You want to know why, right? Why 
would we let strangers have sex with our kids?

Well... yeah, I agreed with her, And then just watch? Not exactly your 
everyday family activity, you know?

Raie looked at Simon, maybe to see if he was going to pick this one up but 
when he just shrugged she kept the ball.

Well first of all, Simon and I have been swingers since before we were 
married. In fact, thats how we met.  I guess you could say we did things 
opposite what most couples would do in that we had sex first and THEN got 
introduced, she said, smiling broadly at her husband before continuing.

As for the kids, long story short we really had no intention of any of this 
happening.  We always kept our fun separate from the kids and we werent 
nudists or any of that open family crap  and still arent.  Still, with 
all the stuff on TV and the Internet these days kids learn about things at 
much younger ages than we did.

She looked over at her kids who seemed to be not all that interested.  
Indeed, Elisa looked like she was texting on her phone while Mark was just 
staring out the window.

With the kids being almost three years apart, Mark was the one who started 
to ask more questions.  We had tried watching him on the computer but you 
cant stop them from doing everything and then you have friends at school and 
one thing leads to another.  Simon had the talk with him when I started 
finding his underwear stained soon after he turned twelve.

Raie sighed and looked at her daughter.  I suppose its partially my fault 
as I allowed her to buy some clothes and swimming suits that were way too old 
for her but all her friends were wearing them so what could I say? I guess it 
really hit home for me when I saw Mark with an erection one day by the pool 
when Elisa and her friends were swimming, all of them wearing bikinis that my 
mother would have never let me even look at, let alone buy at their age.  
They were all just nine or ten but then Mark was only twelve himself so I 
didn't see anything wrong but at the same time I probably shouldve taken it 
as a warning.

She paused and Simon picked up the narrative...

Meanwhile we were getting older and found ourselves more into swapping than 
the general party stuff.  We had one couple we enjoyed being with and so one 
time while we were just hanging around the subject of kids came up.  They 
also had a boy and girl around the same ages as Mark and Elisa so I asked how 
they handled things.  As you might imagine, we were a little shocked when 
they said that they were already having sex with them both.  It was our first 
exposure to real people and incest.  I mean Id seen videos and read stories 
but that was never real.

Raie and I talked later but neither of us could see ourselves ever doing 
that with our own kids.  I guess its something you either like or not.  I 
mean, the thought of our friends doing their kids was a turn-on for me but I 
couldn't imagine doing it with my own.  One of those things where its fine 
to do HIS daughter but not with my own if you get my drift.

Simon then handed over the reins over to Raie who picked up the narrative.  
It was almost like they had rehearsed this and who knows, maybe they had.

I was the one to see it first.  Id left the kids home alone while I went to 
the grocery store but was half-way there and realized that Id forgotten my 
list.  When I came back I thought I heard something funny from upstairs so I 
went up to find my little girl giving her big brother a blowjob.  Well, even 
though I about freaked out I somehow managed to back away before they knew I 
was there.  Later I discussed it with Simon and we decided to each take care 
of one of them so he took Mark aside while I talked to Elisa.

Turns out I was the one at fault, Simon said, holding up his hands like he 
was surrendering, Apparently Mark was more advanced on the computer than Id 
realized and hed found our private, or so we thought, photo collection which 
he then showed to his sister.  Apparently it gave them ideas...

Simon once again looked at Raie and smiled.  We decided that what was done 
was done and that anything we did or said would just make things worse so 
better to just let nature run its course.  I dont think either of us really 
expected it to go any further than that though.

Raie interjected then.  It was actually a bit humorous.  Kelly, youre a 
teacher so you should know what I mean.  Kids think theyre keeping something 
secret from their parents but they have no idea how obvious theyre being.  I 
remember finding magazines under Marks mattress like THAT was some secret 
hiding place where a mom would never look.

She looked at Mark who evidently was listening as he shrugged his shoulders 
and frowned, maybe a little embarrassed at his mother telling such things, 
who knows.  In any case, it didn't stop his mother from continuing...

At first it seemed like wed made the right decision as after the initial 
surge when it was all new to them, it seemed to start to calm down.  From 
what we could tell it stayed at just the oral sex level between them.  If 
anything more was happening we just assumed it was with their friends.

This time it was my turn to make the discovery, Simon took over.  As time 
went on and we didn't say anything it was like they thought we were clueless 
so they got bolder.  Typical kids, always pushing the boundaries.  We both 
woke up one night and we could hear them in their bedroom.  Raie told me to 
go check on them so I looked in carefully and lo and behold, there was Elisa 
riding her brother like a bronco and it was pretty obvious that this wasn't 
their first rodeo.

Raie laughed at that.  God, he came back to be with the biggest hard-on hed 
had in ages.  I asked him what was going on but he practically attacked me.  
It wasn't until later he finally told me what hed seen.

So what could we do? Simon asked rhetorically, Thats one genie that 
wasn't going to go back in the bottle and we couldn't go on acting like 
nothing was going on.  We finally decided to bring it up at dinner where we 
told them we knew what they were doing.  Poor Elisa, she looked like she was 
going to cry but mark didn't seem concerned at all.  If anything, I was a 
little concerned about the way he was looking at his mom!

He paused, took a breath, and then, We told them it was OK with us but they 
had to keep it at home and Elisa needed to get on birth control - which her 
mom here took care of pronto.

Raie sighed, My damn gyno was soooooo difficult about it but I told her 
either give my daughter the pills or Id just find someone else. We 
eventually changed to someone different who wasn't so judgmental.

Back to Simon... Really nothing changed.  It wasn't like we started having 
family sex or anything like that.  Raie and I just arent into that sort of 
thing on so many different levels.  The kids did their thing, we did ours.  
The next time we met with our friends we gave them an update.  That was when 
they brought up the subject of family sex parties, something Id never heard 
about before and frankly, was a bit shocked.  Neither Raie or I wanted 
anything to do with that sort of thing and we werent thrilled about the idea 
of our kids being used by other parents either.  They were cool about it 
though and asked wed be interested in just getting together and let the kids 
do their thing while the adults did theirs.

Simon took a break to catch his breath and continued.  That didn't sound so 
bad and if anything, Raie and I were concerned about our kids doing it with 
other kids who might say something so this sounded like a good opportunity.  
We brought it up with them and they thought it would be fun so we figured why 
not try it once and see how it worked out.

So that was how we got started the first time, Raie said. We went to their 
house and things got started with our kids all getting together.

Simon cut back in, Raie and I had expected that the other couple and us 
would leave them to their own devices but the other couple insisted that we 
stay and watch.   It was a little strange for me to see my daughter having 
sex with another boy.   Actually, Id never really seen her and Mark together 
other than just a peek through the door.  It was more erotic than I had 
expected to be honest.

Raie sighed.  It started to get a little out of hand when the other couple 
joined the kids.  They started with their own which was the first time Id 
witnessed a real couple having sex with their own kids but as hot as it was, 
it didn't make me want to do my own son. 

Now THAT, I have to admit, really did turn me on, Simon interjected 
excitedly.  I mean, you hear about fathers and daughters and such but Id 
never actually SEEN it in real life.  His daughter was maybe a year older 
than Elisa but looked two or three years older.  And then the son did his mom 
which I think got Raies teapot boiling, didn't it dear?

Raie grinned.  What can I say?

Simon just flashed her a toothy grin and went on... Then they did our kids.  
At first I was pretty apprehensive - she IS my little girl after all.  Even 
after seeing her with her brother and the other boy, I wasn't really prepared 
to see a guy my own age doing her.  Yeah, I felt a little jealousy but it 
wasnt sexual, more the way Elisa looked at him while he was doing her.  She 
had never looked at me THAT way, Ill tell you that.

Raie nodded her head in agreement.  I was sort of the same way.  I knew Mark 
looked at me THAT way sometimes and I have to admit I sort of encouraged him 
at times but it never went anywhere - and never has.  But seeing him do 
another mom instead of me was a bit difficult to swallow the first time.

So anyway, that was the first time we did anything like that, Simon 
concluded,  Later at a party they must have told your aunt about it because 
she approached us and asked if we would like to do something similar with her 
and your dad.  We hadnt really expected to do that sort of thing again - I 
mean once was more than enough for me.  Still, the kids were all for it, 
especially Mark.  I guess you could say he was afflicted with the classic 
MILF syndrome.

Raie brought it to a close with, Nonetheless, that was the last time wed 
done anything like that.  It was erotic of course but neither Simon or I 
thought it was something we wanted to get too much more deeply involved in.  
Its one thing for the kids to have fun with other kids but when it comes to 
other adults then it starts getting risky.  Still, when your Aunt Linda 
approached us and mentioned you were now married and explained how Steve here 
shared many of your fathers interests and thought we might be a good way for 
the two of you to break the ice, so to speak.   Kelly, I hear youve been to 
a few family parties so you know how crazy those can be.   So we set up a 
profile just for you guys and the rest is history.

It was quiet for a moment and then it hit me like a ton of bricks.  Just for 
you guys????? So the whole thing was a setup? But for that to work then 
Steve would have to either be incredibly lucky to find them or...

You set me up! I accused him.  I wasn't really mad, just surprised.  Damn, 
talk about being blonde and clueless!!! How could I have fallen for this so 
easily?

Well, would you have agreed to this otherwise? he said defensively.

He had a point but that still didn't mitigate what hed done.  That also 
explained some of the other questions I had like concerns about them posting 
underage sex photos.  No doubt they were erased as soon as Steve showed them 
to me.  No wonder he was in such a hurry to download them for himself.

Well, at least now all the cards were out on the table.  Now I had a much 
better idea of the situation and why everyone was doing what they were doing 
which made me more comfortable about everything.  Yes, I felt a little 
foolish and a bit peeved at being deceived but I could understand why they 
had done what they had.

So how does this work? I asked.

Raie seemed happy to let Simon handle this one.

Well, remember its not like this is something we do a lot so its as much 
up to you guys as us, he explained.  I mean, we can get right down to it, 
talk some more, visit the pool and hot tub a bit... whatever you want.  We 
brought their swimsuits.

While the pool and hot tub sounded great I hadnt brought a suit and its not 
like you can go skinny dipping in the hotel pool without drawing attention. 
Besides, I didn't feel like dealing with wet hair and while I was pretty sure 
the bathroom would have a blow drier, why bother?

Please just remember one thing, Raie interjected, As I hope youve gotten 
clear by now, Simon and I do not believe in parent-child incest and we do our 
swinging on our own time so were just here to watch.  I know it must sound a 
little kinky but we really do enjoy watching them. 

She paused to see if there were any comments.  There being none, she 
continued.   Kelly, your rep for hunting down married men precedes you but 
Simon stays off-limits  OK? I mean at least for today.  Now if you and Steve 
want to swap sometime Id love to get my hands on your hunk of a husband but 
not with the kids around.

She smiled as I nodded my agreement and then focused briefly on Steve. I 
guess we all know where Steves attention is so theres no need for me to say 
this but I will anyway.  As I just said Id love to get down and dirty with 
you but thats NOT going to happen in front of my kids, ok?

Raie rubbed the alms of her hands together as if she was trying to warm up.  
OK, so what do you say we quit yapping and get things started, ok?


Chapter 4 - Steve's Wish Comes True
===================================
There was another awkward silence that lasted for several seconds.  I 
certainly wasn't sure how to proceed.  I tried to remember how things got 
started when they were at my dads place but my mind was like mush.  
Fortunately there were others with more experience in this sort of thing than 
me.

Elisa... why dont you get on the bed with Steve there? Raie said, more a 
direction than a question.

Elisa nodded, putting her phone on the small table in front of the couch and 
then she looked over at Steve and then at me.  For the first time since wed 
come in she smiled as our eyes met.  It was more like a watch me lady while 
I do your husband sort of smile, not the sort of thing you expect to see 
from a girl her age.  Damn, for being so young she knew how to turn it on.

As she moved towards Steve I stood up and took her place on the couch, 
crossing my legs such that both Mark and his father got a good view of my 
bare upper thigh as my skirt pulled up.  I didn't bother to tug it down as 
that was the whole point in crossing my legs! Simon might be off limits 
according to Raie but then a girl cant be blamed for trying.  To be 
perfectly honest, at that moment Id rather have him fuck me than his aloof 
son.  I wasnt blaming Mark, he was behaving no different than any other boys 
his age.  At the same time, BEING a boy his age I also knew that once I got 
his attention then I wouldn't have to worry about it anymore.

For the moment all eyes were on Steve and Elisa, well all the adult eyes 
anyway.  I could tell from even a few feet away that Steves breathing had 
picked up the pace and I could only imagine what his heart rate was doing 
about now.  It wasn't like this was the first time hed had a young girl but 
it WAS the first time Id seen him with one so I was feeling a little 
anxious.

Elisa, youre not being very nice to our guest.  Take those clothes off.  
Im sure he wants to see whats underneath them, dont you Steve?

Steve didn't say anything in response to Raies coaching of her daughter but 
the look on his face told us everything, not to mention the huge bulge in his 
jeans.  He stared as Elisa got off the bed and without much fanfare, just 
undressed until she was standing there naked in front of him.  No strip 
tease, no show, just as if she was undressing in the privacy of her bedroom 
yet somehow the simplicity and openness was as erotic as if shed been on 
stage.

Well, what do you think of my daughter Steve? Simon asked.  Shes pretty 
hot if I do say so myself. For a father who claimed not to have any sexual 
interest in his daughter, he seemed to be pretty proud of her and I couldn't 
help but notice he was already sporting some pretty good wood himself.  
Somehow I wasn't buying the not interested in my daughter thing quite so 
much.

As I was almost with arms reach of Raie at this point I casually asked, So 
how many men has she been with so far?

From her reaction I might as well have been asking how many pairs of shoes 
she had.   Without hesitating Raie answered, Steve will be her sixth. She 
didn't elaborate on WHO they had been so I let it go.

And Mark? I asked.

Hmmmmmm, youll have to ask him because he doesnt always tell his mother 
everything, she said with an obvious dig at her son, So far as I know I 
think its nine or ten but like I said, he doesnt tell me as much as he use 
to.

I couldn't help but smile as it may not have appeared that he was listening 
but evidently looks were deceiving. 

Hell of lot more than THAT! he mumbled under his breath, never turning his 
head.

Boys! his mother huffed before turning her attention back to her daughter.  
Elisa, what are you waiting for?

Elisa was still standing in front of Steve but its not like he was 
complaining.   Indeed, he was staring at her like she was an alien from outer 
space, his eyes moving up and down her petite nude preteen body like he was 
trying to permanently imprint her image in his brain.

Its OK mom, I told her to stand there for a moment, Steve assured her.  
Then he looked at the girl and smiled sweetly.  Youre really very pretty 
but then I bet you know that, dont you?

Elisa put her fingers to her mouth and appeared to be embarrassed for a 
moment.   Somehow I got the idea she wasnt embarrassed at all but was 
knowingly wrapping my husband around her little finger.  If so, she was 
having great success.

I never would have thought he could keep her hands off her this long, I 
confided in Raie in a soft voice.  She just smiled and nodded towards her 
daughter.  The message was clear - watch this.

I want to suck your dick, Elisa said without a hint of hesitation.  There 
was something about the way she emphasized want that made it clear it was 
not a request but a demand.

For whatever reason Steve looked over at me.  I just rolled my eyes and said, 
Since when do you ask ME for permission for a girl to blow you?

Steve grinned and started to undo his jeans and for a moment I thought he was 
just going to pull them down far enough to get his dick out but then it was 
like he had second thoughts and he dropped them along with his boxers to the 
floor, pulling off each pant leg with its corresponding sock and shoe.  With 
his pants off the shirt was next and in a matter of seconds he was as naked 
at the girl less than half his age in front of him.  Oh yeah, he was turned 
on!

Hmmm, not a bad cock, Raie observed in a whisper to me, You guys really 
need to send us an invite... soon.

I was tempted to tell her she could join her daughter but that would have 
been disrespectful as she had made it pretty darn clear from the beginning as 
to how she felt about having sex with us with their kids.  Still, it just 
seemed weird.  I mean, what was the big deal anyway? Its not like her 
daughter hadnt seen her mom with other men before.  I guess maybe the party 
atmosphere was less intimate than doing it right in front of them one-to-one 
with another man besides their father.  Was that the reason? Who knew.

You have a nice dick Mr. Steve, the little minx said matter-of-factly as 
she moved in closer to him.  I must say that I had to agree with her 
wholeheartedly on THAT assessment.

Reaching down without a bit of hesitation, she grabbed Steves erection with 
both hands.  They were so small she could barely get her fingers around his 
shaft and even with both hands on him there was still room for another and 
its not like Steve is overly endowed.  I mean hes more than adequate but 
theres no looming career in porn for him.

Leaning over, she took him in her mouth and started to suck his dick.  As 
short as she was she didn't have to get down on her knees to comfortably 
reach his dick.  It also had the effect of providing those behind her with an 
excellent view of her tight young ass and pussy peeking out between her legs. 

Not hard to see why men want her, I said to her mom who seemed to be 
practically glowing with pride in her daughter.

Yeah, dont you just wish you could be that young again and have such a 
tight little ass? Raie said wistfully.  Maybe the tight ass would BE ok but 
you couldn't pay me enough to be twelve again! Puberty was hell the first 
time and I had no desire to repeat the experience.

I couldnt resist... So you dont want that for yourself? I asked her 
father.

Simon raised his eyebrows and shook his head.  Im never going to sit here 
and say shes not cute and sexy, its just I like my women like I like my 
steak - well done.   I dont blame guys like you hubby there for wanting her 
but its just not my cup of tea.  But like Raie said earlier, you guys really 
do need to invite us sometime.

He deliberately stared at my exposed thigh and then looked up at me and 
winked.   Again I felt this sense of disorientation.  He obviously wanted to 
fuck me so why not do it now and get it over with?

Meanwhile my husband was in heaven.  He had his hands on Elisas head, 
pushing her down on his dick until her face was buried in his hairy crotch 
and his dick was pushing down her throat.  The girl was doing pretty darn 
good, especially for someone her age.  I dont think I could have ever taken 
a full-sized cock down my throat at her age, not even close.

Shes good, isnt she, her proud mother bragged to me.

I take it she gets lots of practice?

Raie just smiled at me.  Out it this way... I have a fifteen year-old 
perpetually horny son who shares a bedroom with his sister... what do you 
think? The only thing I worry about is keeping her mouth off of him when 
were out and about.  Its crazy... at only twelve shes already more of a 
cock hound than her mother ever was.

Steve was starting to moan louder and I could see he as getting close.  Damn, 
thats the problem with getting TOO horny.  Now had it been me I could have 
detected the early signs and adjusted to keep him from cumming but as good as 
Elisa was at sucking cock, she hadnt yet learned the finer details of true 
cocksucking.  Heck, it was easy to get a guy to shoot off, the trick was in 
how to delay it until you were both ready for it.

Dont worry, hes good for two or three times at least, I comforted Raie in 
case she might be worried that things might end prematurely.

Well, he had BETTER be because Elisa had his shaft with both hands again and 
was holding his about an inch from her mouth, catching his shooting cum as 
Steve reached his orgasm.

Ive got to admit, Ive never been much for the taste myself but she seems 
to love it, her mother observed.

Indeed, she was aiming him carefully, taking each load on her tongue or 
towards the back of her mouth, keeping herself and the surroundings free of 
flying cum. Once he was finished she turned her head to her mom as if to show 
off like she was a little girl coming home from school with a painting to 
hang on the refrigerator.

Thats my girl, Raie said smiling at her foxy little daughter.  Elisa 
turned back to Steve and I could see her swallowing down his cum, then 
opening her mouth to show that it was all down like she had been given a pill 
and now had to prove shed swallowed it.

Steve grabbed her by her thin waist and easily lifted her up and onto her 
back on the couch.  For the time being, he ran his hands all over her, 
caressed every inch of her body with special attention to her budding boobs 
and fuzzy pussy. 

Arent you going to get some for yourself Kelly? Raie asked, nodding her 
head towards her son, Hes trying to act all cool and pretend hes not horny 
but trust me, he wants to screw you.

Mom! he whined, once again demonstrating he was listening to every word.

Why dont you treat Kelly like a woman? his mom suggested although from the 
tone it was a little more than just a suggestion.

It only took one look into his eyes to know his mother had her son pegged.  
Yeah, he may have been putting on a show but one look at those big blue eyes 
and I just knew he wanted me.

So what do you say Mark, you want to fuck me this time or would you rather 
do my aunt again?

Mark lifted one side of his mouth in some sort of grin and I wasn't quite 
sure if he was smiling or leering at me.

Yeah, I remember her, she was pretty hot.

Mark! his mother corrected him and rightly so.  One thing a guy should 
never do to his date and that is to say another woman was a good fuck before 
he fucks his date.

But youre even hotter, he lamely tried to fix his error.  It was clumsy 
but I had to give him credit for at least trying.

If thats true, then why dont you show me proof? I teased him gently.

Mark grinned again but this time it was more on the leering side for sure.

OK, was all he said as he undid his belt and then unsnapped his jeans.  He 
stood up and pulled them down, revealing a lack of underwear.

Oh Mark, how many times do I have to tell you, his mother complained but he 
just ignored her.  I got the feeling that wasn't the first time theyd had 
this argument.   So far as I was concerned, mom could lay off the motherly 
crap for a while but then that was why she claimed she was there - to 
supervise.  I had to admit she had never said she just wanted to watch.

What can I say? I had a stud of a fifteen year-old boy standing there in 
nothing but a t-shirt which didn't come anywhere close to where his hairy 
cock was poking out.   Damn, he was so stiff it was like it was quivering.  
He pulled the t-shirt up and over his head leaving him naked just a foot or 
so away from me.  Anybody who says they would NOT be turned on at this moment 
is a flat out liar. It didn't matter what age he was, this was a guy with all 
the equipment ready to go.

Go ahead Kelly, you know you want it, Raie urged me on.  My pride wanted me 
to pretend I wasn't turned on, to push him away and wait to see how Steve did 
with Elisa.  So much for pride, my desires broke through that dam like it 
wasn't even there.

Reaching out with one hand, I put my fingers around his stiff shaft, 
marveling at how hard it was yet at the same enjoying the smooth feeling of 
his dick as my thumb worked over the head.  How Id dreamed of this moment 
since the first time Id seen him strip at my dads house so long ago.

I heard Elisa cry out and at first I thought something was wrong so I turned 
my head and there was Steve, kneeling behind her on top of the bed, driving 
his cock into her impossibly small pussy.  Whatever that sound was about, she 
wasnt protesting, that was for sure.  If anything she was fucking Steve as 
he all he had to do was kneel and hold still as she rocked back and forth, 
driving his dick in and out of her without hardly any action on his part. He 
had his hands on her waist and it was almost like he could put them 
completely around her petite form as he pushed and pulled her back and forth.

I just stroked Marks cock as all eyes in the room were riveted on the little 
girl on the bed as she begged Steve to fuck her harder.  Her hair was flying 
as she moaned and sighed like a woman twice her age.  How her father could 
just sit there and not stroke that erection that was so painfully obvious was 
beyond me and the same went for her mom.  Damn, how could they NOT be turned 
on by such a sight?

Suck it, I heard from behind me.  I turned to see mark looking at me, 
licking his dry lips as he enjoyed the hand job I was giving him but 
obviously he wanted more.  I tugged at his cock, pulling him away from the 
couch and more in front of me so I could keep an eye on my husband while I 
descended on this wonderful hard dick.

As I took his dick in my mouth I couldn't help but think to myself how this 
was really the first time in my entire life that Id sucked a cock this young 
with such intimacy.  Sure Id had them a lot younger at the family parties 
but that was so surreal and impersonal it didn't really count if you asked 
me.  OK, so I was still being watched but it wasnt like I was sucking him 
off in a crowded room full of people, most of whom I had no idea who they 
were. Indeed, quite the opposite as it was his own mother that was keeping 
close tabs on me.  His dad was more interested in the happenings on the bed 
but I could tell where his mothers true interests lay  with her son.  So 
much for all this not interested in my children crap.

Poor Elisa had fallen down to the bed as Steve continued to drill her pussy 
from behind.  He reached around her, pulling her up against him as he flipped 
over, bringing her over and on top of him, facing away from him such that she 
was in a direct line of sight with her father. She knew what to do, I had to 
say that for her, as she started humping his cock. 

Poor Mark, he was only getting maybe half my attention, or less.  I may have 
had his dick in my mouth but it wasn't like I was working it the way I 
normally would have.   He didnt seem to mind though but then he was just 
fifteen so I suppose ANY blowjob was a good one to him.  I looked up, 
expecting to see him watching his sister being fucked but to my surprise, our 
eyes instantly met as he had been staring down to watch him suck his dick.

If anyone had ever tried to tell me that I could be distracted while sucking 
a fifteen year-old dick I probably would have laughed at them.. Yeah right, 
like THAT was ever going to happen.  Well, it did so what can I say? It was 
the first time Id seen my husband fucking a girl that age if you ignore 
seeing myself in the mirror when we were teenagers.  Raie had her eyes on him 
now as well and I was so proud of him!

Steve groaned and I knew what was about to happen.  With Steve there usually 
wasn't much to worry about as to when he was going to cum as he pretty much 
did everything but hold up a bullhorn to announce it.  Another cry out and I 
saw his butt cheeks clench as he lifted himself up off the bed while Elisa 
dropped down on him.  At first she started to pull herself off, realizing 
what was about to happen but Steve would have none of THAT. He pulled her 
down onto him, driving his cock deep inside her tight little preteen pussy.  
How it all fit was one of those mysteries of the universe but in he was and 
then he started to cum in her. 

Hmmm, guess I had him pegged more for the facial stuff, Raie mused as we 
watched my husband filling her daughter with cum.  I would have told her that 
THAT would probably happen the next time fucked her but my mouth was too full 
of teenage dick to say anything and I really didn't want to let it go.  It 
was bad enough I was paying more attention to the scene on the bed than this 
dick!

After he had finished he released his death grip on her and Elisa fell back 
on her back on the bed.  Like a miniature porn star she spread her legs and 
planted her feet on the bed, lifting her butt just off the bed as she worked 
her pussy until she managed to force Steves cum to emerge.  It dripped down 
past her ass and then onto the bedspread.  And people wonder why I refuse to 
ever lie on a motel bedspread!

I started to turn my attention back to Mark but Raie whispered to me, Wait a 
minute... she knows were watching...

I wasn't sure where this was leading but another minute wasn't going to 
impact our trip.  The four of us watched as little Elisa reached down between 
her legs, scooping the com from her pussy and then bringing it to her open 
mouth.  Her tongue reached out and licked her fingers clean as she swallowed 
down his cum. 

Told you, she cant seem to get enough of it, Raie bragged.

Indeed, she even motioned for Steve to move over and she took his dick in her 
mouth, licking off the last vestiges of his cum.  I could just imagine how 
his dick tasted with the mixture of their juices covering him.  But then it 
wasnt like I didn't have my own cock to deal with.  Poor Mark had to be 
getting frustrated so I tried my best to make it up to him. 

I worked Marks dick while Elisa sucked Steve back to an erection, not that 
it took all that much work.  Meanwhile I could tell that Steves youth and 
inexperience was starting to show as he quickly arrived at his first climax. 

Look out, he loves facials, his mother encouraged me as it became obvious 
he was about to blow. Oh well, why not? Even though I would have greatly 
preferred that he cum in my pussy or mouth, what the heck, it was all for 
show anyway.

Thats it, all over her, Raie encouraged her son as he took his dick in his 
hand and started to shoot his cum.  Damn, it was like getting hit from a 
garden hose! The boy certainly carried an incredible load of sperm with him. 
He got both my cheeks, my forehead and barely missed my right eye. One went 
high and IO could imagine it in my hair, coagulating into a knot as it dried. 
Oh the price we girls pay for our men... or boy in this case.

I wasn't quite sure what to do right then.  Head for the bathroom or use 
something around me to wipe it off.  I really didn't want it to appear like I 
was running away from him but at the same time, there wasn't much around me 
in terms of a wash cloth which limited my options.  Or should I say, limited 
what I THOUGHT were my options.   Elisa had a better imagination as things 
turned out.

I saw Simon grinning and I turned to see what the big deal was only to find 
that Elisa had gotten off the bed.  I didn't take me long to realize what her 
plans were as she approached, licking her lips seductively. 

Mmmmmmm, was all she said as she licked her brothers cum from my face.  I 
would have loved to kiss her as well but she was focused on collecting as 
much of his cum as possible and once finished, stood up to go.

For a brief moment I thought something magical might happen as she looked at 
her dad and smiled.  It was not the smile of an ordinary twelve year-old for 
her dad, I can tell you that.  I looked at her father and then it hit me.  
Forget all the crap about not fucking his daughter.  There was only one 
reason she would look at her father the way she had, or for him to respond 
for a brief moment the way he had.  The only question in my mind was, did her 
mother know? Could she really be that clueless? Well, if that was the game 
they wanted to play then I wasn't going to spoil it for them.

Something wrong Kelly? 

My mind was drifting with this new revelation so it was no wonder Raie was 
asking me.  I put aside the thoughts about Elisa and her dad and focused more 
on Mark and his mother.

Oh no... just enjoying the moment.

Raie smiled and I saw her look at her son.  Unlike what had transpired 
between Elisa and her father, this was more a look of pride and happiness 
more so than anything sexual.  Well, whatever it was I was pretty sure 
nothing was going on between the two of them. 

Elisa was already back in bed with Steve who was more than ready for round 
#2.  I felt a little guilty as I hadnt even gotten undressed yet for Mark, 
still wearing everything Id worn in while the others were naked except for 
the parents.  Mark didn't seem to mind though and I marveled at the patience 
he displayed.  For being only fifteen he was remarkably mature for his age.

Steve mounted Elisa in a classic missionary position as I contemplated 
whether or not to let Mark fuck me.  Until now I had just assumed it would 
happen but now I was wondering if it was necessary.  It wasn't like it was 
necessary as Steve was getting what he wanted.  When I had let the younger 
boys fuck me at the parties it had been for my dads sake as it was more or 
less required that I do so if he was going to fuck the girls.  Even now it 
felt more like an obligation to let mark fuck me for what Elisa had done with 
Steve than a drive within me that I would feel when I was really horny for 
someone.

It was just a thought though.  The reality was I WANTED him to fuck me.  I 
WANTED this young stud to drill me with that young hard dick.  I WANTED to 
feel him cum inside of me as his mother watched.  I could rationale things 
and try to say to was for Steves sake but while that may have been true a 
couple of hours earlier, there was no denying my feelings at this moment, my 
lust and desire for this boy. 

Later I would look back at this very moment and mark it down as exactly why I 
needed to stay away from these sort of circumstances.  Intellectually I knew 
it was wrong.   Not so much that it was wrong to allow a fifteen year-old boy 
to fuck me.  He wasnt THAT young, not nearly as young as the boys at the 
family party had been.  Heck, he could have passed for eighteen if he dressed 
right so I didn't feel like I was exactly robbing the cradle.  What was WONRG 
was for me to jeopardize my entire career for what  a few minutes of illicit 
sex with a boy just over half my age?

In a perverse sort of way, wasn't this what turned me on so much to be with a 
married guy? To know he was jeopardizing everything for just a few minutes of 
pleasure with me? Was Mark maybe feeling a little the same, knowing I was 
putting so much at risk just to feel him inside of me? Hell, did it matter? I 
just wanted him to fuck me.

Fuck me Mark, I whispered huskily to him as I laid back on the couch.  I 
pulled up my skirt, letting him see I wasn't wearing anything underneath but 
a shave.

Do him Mark... fuck her, I heard Raie say softly, Show momma how you can 
fuck her. I looked at her and expected to see that look of a women in lust 
yet it was something different.  Once again I was convinced that she wasn't 
indeed having sex with him.  Heck, maybe she really didn't know about her 
daughter and husband if she was in such control over her feelings for her 
son.  Instead there was that look again of pride, of a mother anxious to see 
her son excel and make her proud of him.

He did her proud.

On the way home I told Steve all about it as I dont think he actually saw 
Mark fucking me as he was too occupied with Elisa.  If anything though, I 
think he was more turned on listening to me tell him about it than actually 
watching me.  It didn't hurt I was playing with myself the whole way home as 
I filled him in on every detail.

So he came in you? Steve asked as I finished detailing how Mark had pumped 
me like a oil rig going for a gusher.  In this case though it was the driller 
that gushed at the end rather than the well.  Sure I had cum too but if 
anything, I would have sworn that his second load was even bigger than the 
first! 

And youre sure he doesnt fuck his mom? Steve questioned me after I had 
detailed Marks explosion inside of me. 

Oh Im quite sure, I answered confidently. After Mark had pulled out I had 
look at Raie, waiting to see if she would at least lick his cum from me but 
she didn't show any signs of being interested in that at all.  Indeed, once 
he had cum her attention immediately shifted to her daughter again, as if now 
that her son was finished she no longer was concerned about us.

But you really think her dad fucks her?

Oh yeah, you can take that to the bank? I laughed.  It wasn't that I 
thought it was funny but more that they had put on such a show about that NOT 
happening when it was painfully obvious to anyone what the real story was.  
Well, maybe obvious to everyone but her mother.  I wondered how she was going 
to react when she found out someday  as I was sure would happen sooner or 
later and probably sooner than later.

**************

That night in bed as we had sex it was a little different.  Usually anytime 
we had sex with another couple the follow-up sex was hot as we both attacked 
the other. This time thought it felt a little strange.  My mind was on mark 
and I had a pretty good idea from the far-away look in Steves eyes as he 
fucked me that I wasn't the girl he was thinking about but rather some little 
twelve year-old who as probably at home taking care of her horny dads needs 
while her mother watched TVG, clueless about what was going on right under 
her nose. 

Afterwards as I snuggled up against him I had to wonder if this was something 
we wanted to ever do again.  Forget the fact I wasn't in favor of it in the 
first place but was it the right thing for our marriage.  I loved swapping 
and what kept it from being anything I felt guilt about was knowing that when 
all was said and done we would fuck and show our true feelings for one 
another.  Maybe tonight was a wakeup call.  I knew Steve would sleep right 
through it so it was up to me. 

There are many things I have done sexually in my life and I Can honestly say 
I dont regret having done any of them.  Certainly there are those that I 
wont repeat but to regret having the experience just wouldn't be right.  
Being fucked by a dog is something Ill never do again.  Taking on dozens of 
men in a hotel suite is another.   As I fell asleep I mentally added another 
to the list  no more young boys for me.   If you cant control yourself then 
you shouldn't be doing it and I most certainly had proved this was something 
I couldn't control.

That said I turned back and laid on my back as Steve slept.  My hands went 
between my legs as I masturbated, dreaming about how I loved being fucked by 
Mark.  My pussy ached for his hard dick, for that unrelenting erection that 
never seemed to go down.   His desire for me was almost animal-like in its 
intensity.  I was just something for him to fuck, nothing more, nothing less.  
And god did he fuck me good...

After Id cum the feelings of guilt washed over me like a tsunami. Yet again 
I swore to myself that I would never do this again.

My hand crept back between my legs and all my resolve faded away once 
again...

THE END
