Subject: My Husband's Girlfriends
Story Codes: Mfg Ffg fg oral inc father daughter
Diary Date: August 18, 2012
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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How many wives can say their husband has a girlfriend AND be happy about it?
I don't mean a girl that’s a friend, I mean a fuckbuddy type of girlfriend,
FWB (friend with benefits), or whatever you want to call it. Well, how about
TWO girlfriends then - and sisters at that! To make it even more
interesting, what if they were just twelve and thirteen years old?
While this sort of thing wouldn't work for most marriages, in my case it all
works which just goes to prove what a solid and loving relationship I have
with my husband.
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 – My Ever-Changing Views About Marriage
Chapter 2 – Recognizing the Needs of Men
Chapter 3 - Steve's Infatuation
Chapter 4 – Convincing The Dad
Chapter 5 – Meeting at the Mall
Chapter 6 – Apartment Complex Pool
Chapter 7 – A Different Kind of Sleepover
Chapter 1 – My Ever-Changing Views About Marriage
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I've been married for almost a year now so the "newlywed" label has pretty
much faded. When I think back to just a few years ago and what I assumed
back then my marriage would be like, and then compare those assumptions to
what has actually happened, it's hard to believe things could be so
different.
Growing up my parents instilled in me certain core values and ethics, just as
all parents do with their children whether they realize it or not. While
your typical teenager rebels against such things, if the parents have done
their job eventually their teachings will have some effect.
I can’t say that I was particularly rebellious as my parents really never
gave me anything to rebel against. Curfew too early? I never had one. Save
yourself for marriage? My parents ENCOURAGED me to have enjoy myself,
sexually or otherwise. Just say no? Drugs and alcohol never appealed to me.
Don’t you dare wear THAT bikini in public? Heck, my dad was buying me thongs
before I was even a teenager.
So basically I approached my impending marriage with virtually the same
principles and ethics as my parents, more so my mother though. The only
thing I had not anticipated was the effect of submitting myself to my
husband. Not submittal in the BSDM sense of the word but rather the giving
over of myself to my husband for the purpose of establishing the proper
boundaries of our marriage.
I’ve heard it said that women tend to marry their fathers. Of course that’s
not meant literally (at least most of the time) but in my case it was scary
close. Outwardly my dad and my husband are two very different people in
almost every way - looks, professions or political views. Even when it comes
to incest they aren’t on the same page. My dad is unusual in that he
PRACTICES incest while Steve just gets off SEEING it in porn like most men.
No... it’s the inner part of them, the secret part, the side that nobody ever
sees but me that makes them so similar, at least when it comes to me.
First, they both love me - totally and unconditionally. Of course each is a
different form of love but that’s a no-brainer as one is my father while the
other is my lover. Either way, when they express their love for me in the
most personal and intimate way possible by joining their body with mine, all
I know is either way I feel complete in a way I can’t properly describe in
words.
As I said, each has a different form of love for me. My father loves me as
his daughter. Dad has needs that only I can satisfy because I’m his only
daughter. I love it when I see the burning lust in his eyes, the smoldering
craving for me that tells me he sees more than as just a daughter but as a
sexual being that he wants more than any other woman. It makes me feel
special in a way almost nothing else can. When my FATHER penetrates me and
cums in me, filling me with his incestuous love, I know at that very moment
with all certainty that I mean everything to him.
In contrast, when my husband makes love to me it’s entirely different but
even so, it’s just as special in its own way. When I am with Steve I feel my
LOVER penetrating me. I can feel our bodies joined in a union that can be
formed only by a husband and wife. When he cums inside of me I feel like I
am fulfilling my purpose in life as he takes me as his mate - just as the
male has taken the female throughout human history. Sometimes after we make
love it’s like I wish we could stay coupled together forever as every thought
and feeling is focused on my lover’s dick deep inside of me.
Chapter 2 – Recognizing the Needs of Men
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I prefaced my comparison of my father and husband’s love for me as the
“first” thing they had in common. The other common bond they share is
something most men share - the NEED for sex. I don't mean the type of sex
that they have with me which is based on love and respect. No, I’m talking
about the purest form of sex - the pure lust and instinctive craving that men
have of women for their own selfish gratification.
When I use to dream about being married I fully expected that I’d be faithful
to my husband forever after we said our vows. What I mean by that is that
I’d forsake having sex with any man outside of my marriage. Understand that
for me and my family that takes on a bit of a different meaning than most
families we consider incest as sex within marriage. This is a very important
distinction as it means being married doesn’t preclude me from having sex
with my father or other men in the family (women don't have dicks so the
issue of sex with women is moot).
One other factor in my favor is that one of my favorite “hobbies” - blowjobs,
is technically and legally not “sex” because a dick doesn’t penetrates my
pussy. Thus it’s OK even after marriage to have oral “sex” with anyone
provided, of course, my husband approves.
For a woman to commit herself to a single man is rooted in biology and
genetics, just as it’s instinctive for a male to desire multiple partners.
Think about it... you never hear of women having multiple husbands but plenty
about men with more than one wife. As much as I LOVE sex, I was ready to
take my vows with my husband and be his mate, just as my mother had done for
over twenty five years with my father.
I’ve often said that whether or not a man is faithful to his wife is
dependent on his options. It’s easy to claim fidelity when you’re too afraid
to do anything because of the consequences. The REAL measure of marital
fidelity is what you do when you HAVE the opportunities.
Well, as it turns out I was thinking too much about MY side of the marriage
and not my husband’s. As I said, it’s simply not in a man’s DNA to limit his
seed to one woman. Like all men, my father craved sex with other women but
his love for my mother kept him in check for over a quarter of a century,
just as it does for most married men. Still, as time went by and he saw his
youth fading and opportunities diminishing it eventually became too much for
him to keep inside. This became one of the factors in their divorce - my
dad’s insistence that my mother agree to sex with other people and not just
family. Unfortunately for their marriage my mother refused to compromise her
principles.
Seeing the impact of my mother’s stubborn position on adultery on my parent’s
marriage, when Steve confessed to me that he expected me to allow him to have
sex with other women after we got married I knew I had only one choice. The
real question was how to reconcile my submittal to my husband’s demands with
my own core beliefs and morals?
After much discussion and prayer, I finally came to the decision that so long
as it was done with the consent of your spouse, having sex with people
outside of marriage is not “real” adultery as that implies cheating. If
you’re not cheating, then it’s not adultery. Coming to that conclusion made
it much easier for me to accept Steve’s expectations.
So much for what my husband and father share with other men. What separates
the two most important men in my life from most men is their open recognition
and acceptance of their true sexual desires. Based strictly on my own
limited experience I think these same feelings are imbedded in ALL men.
However, thanks to our society’s unreasonable norms and teachings most men
are psychologically unable to acknowledge such feelings, let alone act on
them. Even if they do make the choice to do something, the feelings of guilt
and remorse created as a result keep them from truly enjoying it.
The feelings I’m describing are the natural craving of a male for a young
girl. I don't mean anything weird or perverted like toddlers but girls on
the edge of puberty as they start the transition from being a little girl to
a young woman. Thousands of years of evolution have bred into men the
instinctive desire to mate with a young and virile girl. Ask any man and if
he’s honest he’ll admit to feeling such desires. I’ve always maintained that
when it comes to fantasies, ANYTHING is permissible. The key is what people
DO about those fantasies and the feelings they create.
Basically there are three options for most men when it comes to these
feelings:
1. Suppress them - This is the most common means for men to handle the
thoughts and feelings that they are raised from early childhood to
have when they think about sex with young girls. While they may look
and even occasionally masturbate about having sex with some young
cutie, they never do anything to physically act on their feelings.
2. Act them out as a pervert - This is the perv who acts them out without
regard to the feelings or health of the girl. It’s just about
dealing with the needs that build up in THEM until they can no longer
control themselves and so they go out and do something rash and/or
stupid. At best this would be like flashing girls or peeping. At
worst it can lead to child abuse, rape, and permanent harm to the
girl physically and/or psychologically. These are the creeps that you
read about in the newspapers.
3. Act them out in a controlled and safe manner - This is probably the
smallest group as it requires a lot of various situations to come
together simultaneously. The most common means for achieving this is
through incest as a family support structure is in place. Also, who
better for a young girl to have sex with than her own father? Much
less common would be through families getting together and allowing
the men in each family to have a broader range of options.
My father and husband are a couple of the lucky ones in that they have
“Option 3” available to them. For that they have my Aunt Linda to thank. My
aunt was divorced a couple of years after giving birth to my cousin because
her husband couldn't handle her insistence that she continue an incestuous
relationship with her father and sister’s husband. (I learned a lot from her
experience and made sure my husband was on board before I he proposed to me.)
After her divorce my aunt continued to engage in incest but now that she was
single again she got involved with a number of men and became a fixture in
the local sex party scene. Once Kristi was old enough and started being with
her mom’s boyfriends the two of them were invited to a very private club
where families meet to have sex. Over the next twenty years or so my aunt
became one of the leaders of the group. Given my mother’s stance against
underage sex and knowing her influence on me, this was something I wasn't
aware of until my parents divorced and I learned the whole truth about my
family’s dealings.
I knew growing up that my dad was a pedophile although the label wasn't
attached until I was older. Even without knowing what it was, I knew my dad
liked underage porn as his private collection was filled with it and her
often masturbated using it. What I didn’t know until it was explained to me
after the divorce was that he always wanted to get involved in the real thing
but my mother refused to allow it. Eventually, just as the swinging issues
grew to the point of being uncontrollable, so did his lust for underage sex.
It was really the combination of the two that led to my mother leaving my
dad.
After the divorce Aunt Linda moved in with my dad - a little TOO quickly
according to my mother but it wasn't her call once she signed the divorce
decree. Given my father was no longer restrained by my mother’s morals my
aunt quickly introduced him to her “special” group. As a charter member and
leader she was able to get an exemption for him so far as having to have his
own daughter with him. Normally singles were never allowed, primarily for
security reasons as you might imagine. The idea was that if you bring your
own kids then the odds of you being a cop or informant dropped pretty
dramatically! There were a few times when my cousin Kristi would go along as
his “daughter”. While most people knew she was just his niece they went
along with it.
Eventually my dad asked me to go along as his real daughter. My first
reaction was mixed - it sounded somewhat exciting but then so do most taboo
acts. Just because they SOUND exciting doesn’t make the right though. At
the same time, I wasn't sure if it was something I really wanted to get
involved with in the first place.
As his daughter the debate was rather moot. Simply put, my dad had asked me
to go with him so what choice did I have? Even though I wasn’t feeling
particularly good about it at first, everything worked out pretty well at the
first family party. In fact, it all worked out so well that were soon he and
I were invited to a father-daughter only get-together at a local hotel. Four
daughter (the others all being around half my age) and four fathers - it was
definitely a “unique” experience.
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While I knew Steve wanted to have sex with other women after marriage, what I
didn’t know was that my husband was also a pedophile at heart, same as my
dad. It was my aunt who first learned of his feelings while they were having
sex and he asked her to role-play as a young girl for him. Knowing my aunt
it didn’t surprise me to find out that she quickly took matters into her own
hands and invited him to a family party.
Like with my dad, when my husband “asked” me to go to the next one with him I
was left with little choice but to submit to his position of authority in our
marriage and obey. Being now somewhat accustomed to everything after
attending the parties with my dad it worked out just fine. One thing led to
another and we’ve since attended several more including a couple of private
meetings.
Without going into the details, there are a number of rules and such for
these things to make sure everyone’s privacy is protected such as no personal
information is shared - real names, ages, addresses, phone numbers and such.
Also, the rule against photos or videos is strictly enforced and is
considered cause for being banned on the first offense.
I have to admit at times I’m really curious as to just how old some of them
are as it can be really hard at those ages to be sure. Is that girl who
looks to be fourteen really an overdeveloped eleven year-old? I know from
teaching elementary school that a thirteen year-old can look just twelve
based on her genes and how she wears her hair. Heck, I’ve known more than a
few fourteen year-olds that could easily pass for eighteen!
Another rule is that if you want to meet with someone privately it has to be
done through the group exchange system, sort of like trading a time share I
guess you could say. Requests are submitted privately and only after the
other party accepts is contact information exchanged. In addition, further
and more thorough background checks are made in addition to the already nosey
ones done back when you applied for the group in the first place. Steve and
I have been involved in such private exchanges a few times and they’ve all
worked out well. In fact, I’ve found that I prefer the intimacy of such get-
togethers more than the party scene.
One thing that is highly discouraged but I know sometimes is done anyway is
the development of any personal relationship between the people that attend.
The overall group is large enough and the party attendance kept small enough
such that the mix is usually quite different each time by design. Thus while
you may see the same people now and then, typically most of the crowd is new
faces, at least for people like me and Steve who don't go to them regularly.
Chapter 3 - Steve's Infatuation
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As I mentioned, personal relationships are discouraged but we’re talking
human beings here so it’s inevitable that you tend to favor some people over
others. There are those who I’m glad to see again while others who I’d be
just as happy if we never met again. While I may have reconciled myself to
these sort of activities and even come to look forward to them, I also know
that theoretically I could meet any of these kids at school as a teacher - or
even their own teacher, so I try to keep things on a pure sexual basis
without developing any close ties.
For the most part the same goes with Steve although there are two girls he’s
become quite smitten with. They also happen to be sisters so naturally when
one’s around, so is the other. They used various pseudonyms at the party
but I eventually learned their real names.
Phoebe was a thirteen year-old cheerleader for the middle school varsity
team. Her long dark hair hung almost to her butt when she let it out of the
ponytail she seemed to wear perpetually. Phoebe was maybe 5’3” and had the
body of exactly what you would picture for a cheerleader - perky boobs,
impossibly thin waist but with an apple-bottom butt and legs that I would
have died for at her age. Again, the cheerleader stereotype held true as she
was always grinning and bouncing around as if nothing in the world concerned
her. I also got the impression that she wasn't all that bright but it
could’ve just been part of the act for all I knew. She wouldn't be the first
girl to act dumb to attract the boys!
Phoebe’s littler sister’s real name was Rebekah (using the biblical spelling)
although she preferred Becky. Becky was just barely twelve having had her
birthday just a few months earlier. Seeing the two of them together, if
someone hadn’t told me they were sisters I never would’ve guessed. Where
Phoebe had the long straight black hair, Becky had a mess of natural curly
blonde hair - almost platinum. Phoebe was the perky cheerleader, Becky the
bookworm complete with cute little wireframe glasses. Whereas Phoebe was if
anything ahead of the curve so far as physical development went, her younger
sister was riding the curve or slightly behind it with budding boobs and just
the hint of a figure beginning to make its appearance.
Becky always seemed to be shy, almost painfully so. While her sister
practically jumped on one of the father’s dicks as soon as she was done with
the last one, Becky would stand around and wait to be asked. Even then she
seemed to remain the passive one while her sister was just the opposite. The
good thing was that once Becky got started with a guy then everything went
well. When I saw her riding on Steve’s cock she certainly doesn’t need any
encouragement at that point!
I’m not sure why these two caught Steve’s eye the way they did. All I DO
know is that just the sight of them gets my husband stiffer than a steel rod!
Given all the other cute little girls to choose from, he goes out of his way
to get at least one of them with him as much as possible. That said, having
them both at the same time drives him nuts!
One other thing I know is that Steve has approached their dad several times
and asked if he would ever allow him get together with the two girls in a
more private setting. Much to Steve’s annoyance he’s always been turned down
flat without a good reason being given. Oh the rejection was gracious to be
sure but still a solid NO.
So far my husband’s fucked them both at two different parties and I know that
he always enters into a new one hoping they’ll be there as well.
One nice thing about having your husband fawning over two young girls like a
schoolboy with his first crush is that you don't have to worry about being
jealous. Like I mean be real. It’s not like he’d ever want them more than
me or leave me for them. It’s all just good innocent fun so what’s the harm
in me letting him indulge?
At our last party I took a break and just watched while Steve was having fun
with his two favorite playmates. Typically I don’t usually get off watching
Steve fucking other women. Sure, he seems to love watching his wife getting
it from other men but the feeling isn’t all that mutual. It’s not that I’m
jealous or anything silly like that. I KNOW Steve loves me unconditionally
and that him fucking other women is not the same as making love to me. I
just don't get a rush watching other people having sex. OK, so it’s not
nearly as bad watching it live as compared to a porn video but it’s still not
my cup of tea.
For whatever reason, seeing these two young girls anxiously approaching my
husband and teaming up on him like they had it all planned ahead of time was
just plain erotic. Becky seems to be more into blowjobs than her sister
while I think if Phoebe had her choice she would have a dick inside of her
from start to finish. I may not have had that right based on the limited
times I’d seen them in action but they definitely DO know how to tease based.
I couldn't help but smile seeing how they played with each other in front of
Steve, making him even hornier if that were possible. When they would lick
each other’s pussy and rub themselves against each other I could see it
wasn't just a show they were putting on for my husband but rather something
they seemed to truly enjoy.
Maybe it’s the sheer joy in Steve’s face that makes this more enjoyable for
me to watch. Usually when he’s having sex it’s like all business - serious
work with a mission to achieve. With Becky and Phoebe it’s like he’s having
FUN. When he first cums he always tries to give each of them a little which
only seems fair since they act as a pretty darn good team.
I don’t doubt that if I were to approach them that Steve would mind if I
joined in but so far I’ve never so much as touched either of them. They know
I watch and they glance my way, especially when Steve is cumming in one of
them, grinning from ear to ear as if to tease me that they were getting it
and not me.
I think that’s when I had my idea - as I watched Steve close his eyes and
moan loudly as he was cumming in little Becky’s fuzzy pussy. I knew I had to
do something that would make my husband the happiest man on earth - as if
being married to ME hadn’t already done that. LOL
Chapter 4 – Convincing The Dad
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Unbeknownst to Steve, my aunt and I had been talking about his little crush
on Phoebe and Becky. When I first brought it up, Aunt Linda just smiled and
shook her head.
“Yeah, they seem to have that effect on most of the men here. And to think,
they aren’t even twins!”
We both chuckled at that stereotype. Like what man hasn’t fantasized about
having twin sisters - at any age for that matter but in their young teens
years it would be heaven on earth for most men.
I mentioned him striking out with their father and she just smiled wryly.
“Yeah, he’s not the first to ask and I’m sure not the last. Their dad is
very protective though. I think the only reason he allows them to have sex
with other men is so he can do the same with other daughters. You know, I’ve
heard it rumored that he doesn’t fuck them - never has for that matter. Can
you believe that?!”
It WAS a little surprising. I’d heard it rumored that many of the families
who came didn't engage in incest at home, leaving that sort of thing to the
parties and not mixing it up in their personal lives. Still, this was the
first time I’d encountered an actual living case.
“Have you tried asking him?” my aunt asked thoughtfully.
“Huh? Me?” I stammered, unsure of where she was going with this line of
thought.
“Well, the problem as I see it is that Steve hasn’t anything to offer him in
exchange for his daughters seeing as how the two of you have yet to even get
pregnant!” she said pointedly, a not so subtle hint at the fact I was past
the age of 27 now and still no baby. At this rate I’d be nearing fifty
before the kid leaves for college!
“He could offer me, couldn’t he?”
Aunt Linda rolled her eyes and looked at me like I was asking the dumbest
question ever.
“Kelly, I hate to be the one to tell you this but have you looked in the
mirror lately?” she said gently, “You’re not exactly a seventh grader anymore
you know.”
Ouch, that one hurt. Still, I knew what she was alluding to. While I may
technically be a daughter when my dad is in attendance, with Steve I was more
a mother than a daughter. Indeed, there were some mothers about my age As it
was! God, suddenly I felt SOOOOOO old!
Aunt Linda was reading my face like an open book and laughed saying, “Oh give
me a break Kelly; wait until you’re approaching fifty and THEN you can put on
the sad eyes about getting old.”
“So what do you propose I do?” I asked, perplexed now.
She just stood there looking at me like I was suppose to already know the
answer but I was clueless. Finally she huffed slightly and said,
“You’re not thinking like a man Kelly,” she said more seriously now, “You’re
forgetting what you already know all too well for yourself - that a man loves
the taboo more than anything. Take that away and you take away most of the
fun for him. Just like you love doing married men, imagine men with the same
ideas except directed at the wife instead of the husband.”
Like duh! Of course, it made perfect sense to me now. I DID have something
to offer their father that Steve didn’t - ME. I don’t mean just me in that
he would do me with Steve’s permission. No, it would be for him to fuck me
knowing that Steve had no idea about what we were doing. Of course the same
would go for me - HIS wife couldn’t know either.
My aunt went to her phone and checked her contact list.
“Here, I’m sending you his personal cell phone number so be discrete, OK? We
could both get kicked off if anyone knew I was giving this to you so you
better be convincing.”
I meant to write about my husband and what happened to him so I won’t go into
all the details. Besides, if anything this was rather quick and to the
point...
I did call him but rather than trying to explain things to him by phone where
it would be easy for him to blow me off, I asked him to meet me in the
parking lot of a local restaurant. When he arrived I quickly got in the
front seat and started to talk to him about my plans. When I first explained
what my intentions were his immediate reaction was to start to say no but
before he could do anything I was leaning over the console and pulling out
his dick to suck him. You might say he realized I was serious!
That eventually led to a quickie at my apartment as Steve was at work where I
promised him that I wouldn't tell Steve so long as he didn't tell HIS wife
AND so long as he was OK with his daughters meeting up with Steve.
The only catch was that in order to NOT tell his wife about our little
escapade, he couldn't exactly tell her that it was OK for the girls to go out
with someone as she would suspect something in a heartbeat. What he DID
promise was that if his wife asked him if was Ok that he wouldn’t oppose it
as he always had in the past.
Well, that was good enough for me. Now the question was how to pull this
off?
Chapter 5 – Meeting at the Mall
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My Aunt Linda has told me everyone’s real names by now, including the mother
who was 35 year-old Dawn. With her husband out of the way, now I had to get
Dawn on board with my scheme...
It’s one thing to imagine doing such things with a couple of young teenagers
but quite another when it comes going to their mother and asking of
permission. I really didn't mind asking their dad as he was a man and men
just think with their little heads when it comes to sex. Mom’s are an
entirely different matter though.
The major factor in my favor was I wasn't going cold to her and asking for
something crazy out of the blue. This was a mother who was OK with
unleashing her two daughters on any number of strange men so they could have
their way with them. She’d undoubtedly seen Steve fucking them both so it
wasn't like I was going to be asking for anything all that unique.
This time I decided to do it by phone as I didn't trust my face to not expose
my eagerness and excitement and maybe scare her off a bit. So I called her
and introduced myself. At first she seemed a little surprised that I even
had her number; let alone her real name, but once I started my pitch she
seemed more assured. By the time I’d finished explaining my intentions, if
anything I think she was as excited about the scheme as I was.
Now to just make it happen...
If there’s one thing that Steve hates to do with me, it’s to go shopping.
Men just seem to be able to understand that a girl simply can’t buy the first
dress that fits her! The only time I can lure him into a store is when it’s
with the promise of something naughty - like blowing him behind a clothing
rack or letting him fuck me in the change room.
The promise of change room sex worked this time... like it ALWAYS does. LOL!
The best places for such things is in one of the larger department stores
with lots of rooms so people aren’t waiting for the only change room to open
up. You also have to find one with decent size rooms and doors that came
down low enough to hide what was going on inside. Finally, it had to be a
place fathers and husbands frequented as well so Steve wouldn't stick out
like a sore thumb.
Macy’s was my favorite locally. The dressing rooms were HUGE and they had
like a half dozen or more so there usually wasn't a long line, if any. While
not so many in number, at least one or two bored husbands also tended to be
hanging around to return outfits and such.
The other thing that made Macy’s perfect was the fact the women and girls
sections were close enough that when the girl’s dressing rooms were
overflowing they would move down to the women’s - perfect so far as my plans
concerned.
It was nearing 2:00 and I was getting nervous - no sign of Dawn or her
daughters. Of course that was the way it was SUPPOSE to be at this point but
that still didn't make me feel any better. I was mad at myself for not
making some sort of signal between us so that I would know for sure that they
were hanging around. Oh well, if they didn't show we’d still have fun!
Steve helped me pick out a couple of bikinis to try out - naturally the ones
he chose had the least amount of material. He seemed to judge them more by
weight and cross-sectional area than style! We made our way to the dressing
rooms where Steve stayed behind while I tried on the bikinis first. This was
typical for us in such situations where I would try to give Steve and any
other men hanging around a little “motivation” before he slipped in to fuck
me.
Changing quickly into the thong and bikini top - God, it was REALLY small on
me!, I stepped out into the hallway and looked for Steve. At first I didn’t
see him so I moved out away from the change room and to the entrance to the
change area where I found him - sitting on one of the man-chairs with two
girls on each side of him, grinning from ear to ear.
“Hey Kelly, look who else is shopping today!” he said admiringly as he looked
back and forth between Becky and Phoebe.
Meanwhile, I was standing there all but naked in the skimpiest of bikinis and
not a word was being said! Oh sure the sixty year-old guy was drilling
holes though whatever little material was hiding my crotch but other than
that everyone else was focused on the girls.
I glance around quickly but didn't see any sign of their mother. Again, that
was all according to plan - the idea was to get Steve turned on first. Well,
that wasn't going to be too difficult based on what I saw the girls holding
in their hands.
“So you guys trying on swim suits?” I asked smiling as best as I could.
“Yeah, you guys wanna tell us how we look?” Phoebe said, taking the lead as
usual while little Becky let her sister do the talking.
Steve nodded and that was all they needed - my opinion didn't matter it
seemed so they went laughing and giggling to the change room.
“Earth to Steve!” I teased him as he stared after them, still all but
ignoring me, “So what do you think of MY swim suit?”
Steve looked at me and then quickly glanced around. He leaned over and
whispered to me, “Judging from the stares you’re getting I would say it’s
about perfect!”
Amazingly, the girls were back in a matter of minutes. Then again, it wasn't
like they had all that much to take off having worn just shorts and tank tops
with flip flops - standard teenage girl uniforms for summer these days.
“What do you think Steve?” sexy little Phoebe asked, twirling about.
Phoebe and Becky had on matching suits, at least matching patterns. What
little was on top was definitely filled out more by the older sister but both
were displaying almost completely bare asses in the string things they were
wearing. I didn’t even know Macy carried such things in their sizes and I
suspected they had brought them with them just for this purpose.
Even though Steve had seen both of them totally nude before - heck he had
even fucked them both several times, it was like he was seeing them for the
first time. I suppose it’s like what the trippers say - it’s what you DON’T
show that gets them excited. Granted, there wasn't much not showing but it
was just enough to get the creative juices flowing - and more than that
judging from the tent pole rising in his shorts.
“Girls! Behave yourselves!” I heard their mom admonish them as she made her
appearance.
I turned and Dawn gave me a wink.
“Ah mommmmmm!” Phoebe whined, pouting.
I had no doubt it was all an act and while I’m sure it worked with their dad,
the performance had little effect on mom.
“Stop showing yourselves off in public and get dressed,” she said sternly.
From the way her voice was strained I got the idea it was all she could do to
kept from breaking out in laughter but she did her best to maintain a stern
composure.
The two of them headed back but I noticed they were wiggling their butts
provocatively at Steve as they did. Just before reaching their room another
mom and her daughter stepped out of one of the changing rooms. The look on
that mother’s face when she saw what they were wearing was priceless!
“Sorry guys, they can be a handful sometimes,” Dawn sighed, taking a seat in
the empty chair next to Steve. “It’s like sometimes you just need a break
from them.”
That was my cue...
“Well, they could spend the night with us if that would help,” I offered.
I cringed inwardly. Running though my lines beforehand it seemed like such
an easy thing to say but now in the real world it seemed so contrived and
artificial that I couldn’t believe Steve was going to buy it. Well, I didn't
take into account the fact that the head Steve was thinking with now wasn’t
all that discerning when it came to such things.
“Wow, would you really want to that?” Dawn asked.
Again, it sounded SOOOOO fake but that was how I heard it. Steve must have
been listening to a different version.
I turned to Steve and asked, “What do you think honey, would you mind if the
girls spent the night? It could be like a sleepover”
Later when we looked back at these events I asked Steve if he was just
playing dumb or if he really didn’t have any idea what game was being played.
He swears that he was taken totally by surprise but somehow I just don’t
believe. Maybe it’s more I just don't WANT to believe my husband can be this
ridiculously gullible but then again, he IS a guy so who knows, maybe he’s
telling me the truth!
The girls were each grabbing one of Steve’s arm, pleading with him to say it
was OK. Yeah, like there was any chance he would refuse! When he finally
said it was fine with him, they both jumped up and down and giggled like
little girls. Then again, they WERE little girls.
Dawn and I quickly ran through the logistics although it was more a show for
Steve as we’d already discussed everything earlier by phone. We decided the
girls didn’t need to bring anything with them as having extra clothes and
such would have been way over the line so far as trying to sell this as a
coincidence to Steve. It’s not that we had to fool him, I just wanted it to
be more special for him when her remembered it later. Besides, it wasn't
like they would be needing much in the lines of clothes if things went the
way I expected.
Just as I was congratulating myself on a plan well done, Dawn threw me a
curve.
“You know Kelly, here’s an idea... how about I drive the girls to your place
and help you get them settled in?”
Now what she meant by “get them settled in” I had no idea, all I DID know was
she was making some flimsy excuse I an obvious move to come over to our house
with her girls. Dawn was one of those parents who spent most of her time
watching at the parties, having just enough sex with some of the boys to
satisfy the rules but no more. It was like one quick fuck or BJ and then she
sat back and watched her girls for the rest of the night. Was this just her
way of being overprotective or what?
Well, what was I going to say? It wasn’t like I was in a position to
negotiate as to refuse would probably bring an end to everything. I tried to
put on a happy face and told he that of course it would be just fine for her
to stop by for a while - with emphasis on the “for a while”.
On the way home Steve was practically giddy with anticipation. I tried to
reach over and grab his dick but he actually pushed me away!
“Now Kelly, I need to save myself for the my girls,” he teased me.
My husband might be 29 now and not quite as virile as he was thirteen years
ago when we first started having sex, but he was no old man yet either and he
definitely didn't need any Viagra. He was just teasing me and again I found
myself wondering if he was just playing along and using this as part of the
game.
Chapter 6 – Apartment Complex Pool
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Dawn followed us to our apartment complex and she and the girls were right
behind us as we made our way to our little home. We passed by the pool and
they both looked at their mom and then at us, pleading to use the pool.
Apparently they didn’t get to go to a pool often and since they had their
bikinis they wanted to have some fun.
Dawn just shrugged and Steve didn't seem to mind. Sheesh, was I the only one
who remembered what their bikinis looked like? This wasn’t a private party
and for girls their age to wear bikinis as revealing as these would certainly
draw some attention - and not necessarily the right kind of attention. I
mean, they may as well be naked if you looked at them from behind and even
from the front there wasn't a lot that wasn't exposed.
Once in the apartment the girls immediately stripped down in the middle of
the living room and donned their thongs and bikini tops. Yet again I
couldn't help but roll my eyes. God, if I tried wearing anything like that
they would surely toss me out but maybe at their age it would be considered
“cute” and they could get away with it. Come to think about it, there were
lots of things I use to be able to get away with when I was a teen than now
as an adult I have to be more careful about.
Personally, I didn’t want to get my hair all wet and I didn't figure we’d be
down at the pool for long anyway so I decided not to change. Dawn didn’t
bring anything with her and given she was quite a bit bigger than me there
was nothing I had that would come close to fitting her.
Steve declared that someone had to be in the a suit in case the girls needed
help in the pool (there were no lifeguards). Yeah, like he was really taking
one on the chin for the team! His suit was really large baggy shorts like
most guys wear now which helped hide a lot at times as I knew from personal
experience.
Stopping in the kitchen quickly, I grabbed a couple of drinks from the
refrigerator for us and we all headed down to the pool. As we drew closer I
was reminded of why we seldom came down here as the din of little kids
screaming and making noise got louder and louder as we approached. There WAS
an hour in the late evening reserved for adults and sometime we would come
down for that but as a rule, the pool was one benefit at the apartment that
we seldom used.
The sun was still pretty bright and hot so I felt fortunate that there was
still a table open with a canopy. The three of us took seats while the girls
shed their towels and headed for the water. I nudged Steve and tilted my
head toward some of the other parents around the pool. No sooner had the
girls left their towels behind than I saw the looks and conversations hidden
behind hands begin. Dawn was smiling too as she noticed the reactions.
“I think my girls are a hit,” she said proudly.
Oh they were, that was for sure, but not in the way I think she meant, or
then again, maybe so. While I couldn't hear what was being said, the
expressions and head shaking told the story. Oh well, screw ‘em if they
couldn't deal with it.
Both of them jumped in and started to swim around. I turned to Steve and
asked, “Well, aren't you going to join them?”
Steve hesitated and I knew why instantly.
“If nothing else, the cold water might help with that,” I taunted him,
nodding towards his crotch where I had no doubt a raging erection was in
place.
Steve just frowned at me but he did get up and jumped in after the girls.
Soon he was holding both of them up out of the water, one hand under each
bare butt. I glanced over at the other moms and saw them all talking and
glaring at the scene in the pool. It wasn't anything technically obscene.
Well, it wouldn't have been had they normal bikini bottoms on. The fact he
had his hand on their bare butts made all the difference.
As much as they seemed to be making a scene about everything, nobody actually
did or say anything which relieved me. I kept waiting for someone to either
get on their cell phone or leave to get a manager but nothing like that
happened.
The one thing I DID see was a lone guy sitting off to the side with his cell
phone out as if he was talking on the speakerphone. He wasn't fooling anyone
as I could see from the position of his hands and the movement of his fingers
that he was taking as many photos as he could of Becky and Phoebe. He
abandoned any pretext of a phone call and just starting to take photos openly
when the girls emerged from the pool.
Wow, talk about a pedophile dream come true, the two of them looked so
incredibly sexy it was hard to believe that their combined ages was less than
mine. Both were dripping wet with their suits soaked and tight against their
bodies. Both girls had obvious camel toes and nipples poking through,
especially Phoebe with her bigger boobs. Their wet suit clung to their small
bodies like Saran Wrap. Becky had only wisps of fuzzy pubic hair so her
bottom clung tightly to her, pulling tight up into her pussy. Just a little
more and it would disappear between her pussy lips altogether.
Phoebe, with a couple years advantage on her sister, had a thicker patch of
pubic hair. I suppose it wouldn't be too much longer before she was shaving
it off but for now I knew how she felt - proud to finally have a bushy crotch
that showed she wasn't a little girl anymore. The thin wet material of her
bottoms were plastered tightly into her crotch, emphasizing the hairy patch
underneath. She did trim it but when she first got out I noticed it had
pulled to one side, exposing her hairline. She quickly repositioned it but I
knew anyone else watching must have gotten the same view as I had.
Becky hadn’t yet developed much in terms of a bustline but what little she
had seemed to be magnified by the small triangles of wet cloth plastered over
them. Phoebe, with almost a B-cup already at her young age to show off, also
had much larger nipples than her little sister. The tiny bikini top wasn’t
quite large enough to fit under her boobs so the bottoms were exposed. I
also saw that now that the material was wet, it had become semitransparent as
well, allowing the outline of her hard nipples to appear. Was it the cool
water or was she horny - or both?
“I hope you don’t think badly of me Kelly,” Dawn sighed as the two of us
watched the show in front of us.
“Why would you say that?”
“I mean letting my daughters flaunt their bodies like this, letting men have
sex with them, that sort of thing.”
“Well, why DO you do it?” I asked.
Dawn just shrugged and smiled, “I guess because I love seeing the reaction of
other people around them. It turns me on to watch them with strangers.
Maybe someday you’ll understand when you have kids.”
Suddenly at that moment I had a thought. Maybe this was the same way Steve’s
mom feels when she is watching me and Steve have sex. Like Dawn, Marlene
only watched and never joined in. While I’ve learned to accept this odd
behavior, I’ve never quite understood why she does it. Now here was Dawn in
a similar situation. She never had sex with her daughters but yet she loved
seeing them flaunting themselves and allowing other men to do whatever they
wanted with them. Was the something along the same lines?
I would have loved to dig into this more but not in such a public place and
besides, now that they were cooled off the girls and Steve were ready to head
back to the apartment where I had no doubt things would be heating up pretty
quickly!
Chapter 7 – A Different Kind of Sleepover
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Once we were back the girls quickly stripped off their wet suits and tried
off. I showed them my blow drier so they could dry their hair and went in to
the bedroom to see how Steve was doing.
“Well, what do you think?” I asked as he stripped down and dried himself.
“What do you mean?” he responded, “You talking about the girls?”
“Well duh!”
Steve grinned. “It’s a little insane but hey, I’m not complaining.”
I peeked out into the hallway to make sure nobody was listening. Turning
back to Steve I whispered, “What do you think the deal is with their mom?”
Steve just shrugged. “No idea... she’s a strange one.” Then a big grin
appeared and he continued, “But hey, so long as she lets me fuck her
daughter’s I’m not complaining.”
Spoken like a true man, LOL.
“Hey Steve, watch doin’,” a pair of voices chimed in from the hall,
effectively ending our conversation, at least for the moment.
We both turned to face the door where two cute young sisters were standing
with their arms around each other, stark naked and grinning from ear to ear.
“Kelly, can Steve fuck us now?” Phoebe said with a naughty look.
“Now girls...,” her mother said, stepping in behind them. She was still
fully clothed, which didn’t surprise me a bit.
“Sorry, it’s my fault, I might have given them a few hints on how to get
things started,” Dawn said with just a hint of a smile but her eyes told so
much more.
I looked at the girls and then back at my husband. Steve was hard as a steel
pipe already so it was obvious what he wanted. Then I turned my attention to
Dawn.
“Well mom, I guess the two of us should leave the three alone for a while.
Let’s go to the kitchen. Do you like white wine?”
With that I kissed Steve, gripping his hard dick in my hand and tugging on it
gently. Mmmmmmm, I would have loved to kneel down and suck it!
I started to head for the door but Dawn once again surprised me.
“Actually I was thinking we could all go out to the living room,” she
suggested although it I could tell it really wasn't a suggestion. The
implications were clear - “you want to fuck my daughters, you have to do it
in front of me.”
Why this surprised me I don't know, I should have seen it coming. No wonder
her husband had caved in so easily. I felt like an idiot for being played so
well by the two of them but there wasn’t time for self-incrimination.
Besides, the results were basically what I’d been shooting for, albeit with a
bit of a twist, so why beat myself up over nothing?
I turned to Steve who just shrugged his shoulders. It’s not like he was shy
about having sex in front of people. In his mind I’m sure he
444444444couldn't have cared less if Dawn watched. He was just thinking
about one thing at this point - how his dick would feel inside the two hot
little pussies that were waiting anxiously for him.
Just a typical man!
Steve stepped past me and took one hand of each girl and led them down the
hall to the living room while Dawn and I followed. The living room was
really just an open area next to the kitchen. The kitchen area, which
included a small dining table, was tiled and then it turned to carpeting
where the living room theoretically began but that was all to separate the
two.
The trio ahead of us headed for the couch while Dawn took a seat at the table
and I went to the refrigerator to pour a couple of glasses of wine. It was
just boxed wince but then I don't drink a lot of wine usually and Steve tends
to favor beer so there was no sense in us stocking up on expensive wine. I
filled two large wine glasses almost to the brim - I had a feeling this was
one of those times when a Diet Coke just wasn't going to cut it, and handed
one to Dawn who smiled appreciatively.
“This is the part I really like,” she said softly as she leaned over the
table on one elbow while sipping on the wine, “Don't you think it’s hot to
watch them getting started? It’s like watching your favorite movie for the
umpteenth time. Sure you know what’s going to happen but you can't wait to
see it again.”
Well, it wasn’t like there was a lot to wait for as no sooner than Steve had
taken a seat on the couch than Phoebe jumped up next to him and leaned over
to start sucking on his super-hard erection. Becky kneeled so she could
reach him better and they started to kiss while her sister enjoyed my
husband’s cock.
“Phoebe’s always been a little cock hound,” Dawn said as she stared at her
daughter’s and my husband, “Never seen a girl who loved a dick as much as
her.”
My first thought was that she obviously didn't know a lot about ME but I
wasn't going to argue the point. However, it DID provide me with the opening
I was looking for.
“So when did she start?”
Dawn took her eyes off her daughters long enough to turn to me and smile. “I
suppose if I were in your shoes I’d be wondering the same thing.”
She turned her attention back to the scene in front of us. For being just
thirteen Phoebe certainly was talented. She easily took half of Steve’s dick
in her mouth and when she tried, just over three-quarters. She also seemed
as infatuated with his balls as his cock, holding Steve’s dick up and out of
the way while she put her head between his legs to lick them.
I was starting to wonder if that was all she was going to say and just leave
me hanging but then Dawn sipped some more wine and continued.
“Actually it’s only been about a year now... we wanted to wait until both
girls were old enough to participate together and I really didn’t
want Becky having sex before her twelfth birthday - just didn’t seem right to
me, you know?”
I waited patiently as she sipped more wine. Damn, she was already half-way
through her glass and it wasn’t one of those little glasses either.
“Stuart and I had been swapping for years and we were talking to a couple one
night about our families and such. Stuart made some comment about their kids
looking nice - they had a boy and an older girl, and they hinted that we
might be interested in a special group they belonged to. We started asking
around and learned about this one.”
She paused and I asked, “So had they been having sex with you guys already
or what?”
Dawn sat up more and shook her head. “Oh goodness sakes no. I would never
let Stuart do anything like that with his own daughters. I mean I know lots
of fathers do that sort of thing but I think it makes it easier around the
house if they don’t.”
“Why is that?” I asked, curious as to what she meant.
“Well, it’s one thing for them to run around with not much on or to sit on
their dad’s lap while he gropes them but once you cross that line then
everything becomes about sex. I just don't want to have to deal with that
all the time.”
“So were they doing it before all this?”
Dawn nodded, “It’s not the fifties you know, kids get started much earlier
these days. Phoebe first did it when she was fourteen and when Becky found
it, it wasn’t like I was going to stop her from trying to emulate her older
sister.”
She was so casual about it! It was like we were swapping recipes or
whatever.
Meanwhile Becky had joined her sister and the two of them were sharing
Steve’s dick, alternating it back and forth between them. Steve looked like
he was in heaven, grinning like the cat who got the canary as he looked over
at his audience. He had one hand rubbing each girl’s pussy as they kneeled
and leaned over his swollen dick.
“So why this?” I asked.
“You mean letting older men have them?” she replied. “Well, I think you know
the answer to that one already Kelly. Just look at your husband over there.
You think he’s the only guy who wants to screw girls like mine?”
I just smiled wryly and she continued, “Once Stuart found out about this
group he kept pestering me to join but that meant we would have to bring the
girls. I was afraid it would be just a bunch of pervs so I agreed to go
along with the application process but I figured we could always back out if
things weren't what I approved of.”
Then she shook her head and sighed, “God, I couldn't BELIEVE the application
process. Well, you know what I’m talking about Kelly but still, it was like
ridiculous. And then there were the videos which I still am not comfortable
about.”
I knew what she was talking about and agreed. The final part of the
application process was to more or less prove you weren’t am undercover cop
or someone trying to infiltrate the group. The concept was that if they had
videos of you doing underage sex then you weren’t going to be turning anyone
else in to the authorities. This was one area where Steve and I had been
lucky to have my aunt’s help in that we didn’t have kids so they let us in
anyway.
Then a thought hit me...
“But I thought you said you didn’t let your husband fuck the girls?” I asked,
“So how did you make the video?”
Dawn didn't answer right away as her attention was focused on Phoebe as she
was straddling my husband’s lap while Becky held his dick in position. Damn,
the girl was a pro! She ever so slowly lowered herself down on Steve’s dick,
grinding her hips as she took him inside of her inch by inch until she was
sitting on his lap, my husband’s dick fully engulfed by her horny little
pussy.
“Oh my god, I never get tired of seeing her do that,” Dawn sighed. Then she
answered my question.
“Well, put it this way... that was the only time and I only allowed it
because it was the only one to get accepted.”
Dawn then rolled her eyes and added, “The bastard sure didn’t seem to mind
fucking his own daughters though, even with some guy with a video camera
watching. If anything it just made me all the more convinced that I was
right about not doing it at home. As it was the next couple of days I had to
lay down the law.”
Dawn started to add something but suddenly she reached over and put her hand
on mine. At first I wondered where these was going but then I realized she
was just reacting to what we both were watching.
“Oh look... isn’t she something?”
What Dawn was referring to was her youngest daughter Becky. Phoebe had
relinquished Steve’s dick and now Becky was laying on her back with her head
up against the arm of the couch. Her legs were spread apart almost obscenely
as she reached her arms out to Steve. Phoebe had moved off the couch to the
side where she was reaching over the arm and rubbing her sister’s tiny boobs
as she watched my husband holding his dick in one hand as he moved in closer
to Becky’s waiting pussy.
“She was soooooo shy at first - she never would have acted so willing when
she started having sex with Phoebe’s boyfriends.” Dawn sort of giggled as
she continued, “She made them do her under the sheets at first so nobody
could see.”
“So you watched her having sex with the boys?”
“Well, yes... I AM her mother after all but the boys don’t know. We have
cameras hidden in both of their bedrooms that record everything.”
Dawn let out her breath as Steve began to push his dick into her youngest
daughter.
“It’s hard to believe that little thing can take him, isn’t it?” she asked
although I think it was more rhetorical than an actual question to me.
Indeed, Steve’s dick seemed impossibly huge compared to Becky’s fuzzy little
pussy but she didn’t seem to have any problems as his head disappeared
inside. Soon his entire shaft was buried inside of her and I heard him groan
with pleasure as her tight twelve year-old pussy gripped him.
“It’s so much hotter to see a man like Steve doing her than those boys from
school,” Dawn observed, “You can see how much he appreciates her unlike those
horny young boys who have no idea what they’re doing.”
At that I just had to ask the burning question in my head. “So tell me
Dawn... why do you enjoy watching your girls having sex with strange men?”
Dawn looked at me like she thought I was joking but then she realized I was
serious.
“Didn’t your mother ever watch you when you had sex?”
I nodded and waited.
“I mean, what sort of mother would NOT want to watch?” she challenged me.
“It’s beautiful to watch your own daughter being taken. I’m so proud of them
both for the way they handle themselves. I mean I could watch them all
day...”
She paused again as the girls changed positions. This time they both were
kneeling on the couch facing the back with their butts up in the air to give
Steve the perfect view of their wet pussies. Steve stepped up behind Phoebe
first, plunging his dick into her. After a few strokes he switched over to
her sister, fucking Becky for a few moments before returning back to Phoebe.
“Wait until you have kids someday Kelly,” Dawn sighed, “I think you’ll
understand better when it’s you own daughter with someone else’s husband.”
Once again I thought of Steve’s mother. Was this how Marlene felt when she
watched her son fucking me? When my mom watched I know it turned her on
because she would often masturbate and in some cases even join in. However
when it came to Marlene and Dawn while both seemed obviously thrilled to
watch, neither of them even hinted at wanting to do anything, not even
masturbate.
For the next ten minutes or so Dawn and I kept quiet and enjoyed the show.
Indeed, it WAS like a show as all three of them would periodically look over
at us and smile as if they wanted to be sure we were watching. Becky in
particular seemed to be keeping one eye on her mother most of the time, as if
she needed her mom’s constant approval.
The couch eventually became too restrictive so Steve tossed a couple of
cushions on the carpet and they moved to the floor. The girls more or less
took over, acting like a team. Well, I guess they’d had plenty of practice!
Steve was told to lay on his back with his head under a cushion while Phoebe
mounted his cock yet again but this time Becky straddled his face, facing her
sister who was rocking back and forth on the hard cock inside of her.
“They make a pretty good team, don’t they?” Dawn observed, obviously
thinking along the same lines as myself, “I was worried at first that one
might be jealous of the other but I’d say they’re closer now than ever.
It wasn’t the first time I’d heard something like that before. A number of
parents have related to me that letting their kids have sex with each other
was the best thing they’d ever done so far as them getting along. I guess
it’s hard for a brother and sister to be mad at each other for long if they
have sex later that day!
We watched silently as the girls traded places to allow Becky to enjoy
Steve’s dick for a while. I noted that while they both seemed anxious to
suck him at the start, once they started fucking it was like that was all
they wanted from then on. I’m sure Steve wasn't complaining as his dick
seemed to be always inside one of the other of them, being exposed only for
as long as it took for them to trade places.
Again, that didn’t really surprise me. I had picked up on that from the very
first party that Steve and I had gone to. It was like the younger the girl,
the more she just wanted to have sex. As they got older then it seemed the
desire to suck cock began to become stronger. It may also have had something
to do with the simple fact it was easier to fit in their mouth as they got
older but then who knows?
I could tell that Steve was getting close. You don’t have sex with the same
guy as much as I have with Steve and not know all the signs. The only
question was who would get it? It was sort of like playing musical chairs as
the girls traded off riding him.
“Oh look... he’s cumming,” Dawn gushed.
Not like she needed to say anything as it was obvious. As it turned out it
was the younger sister who got his cum in her. Once she felt him begin to
spurt, she sat down hard on his crotch to drive him into her as far as she
could take him. Poor Phoebe. She looked so disappointed that she hadn’t
been the lucky one.
“Just think about it Kelly,” she whispered in a hushed tone as if not wanting
to disturb the moment, “Your husband is filling my baby with his sperm. Now
does that turn you ion o what!”
Of course it did but I don’t think for me it was the same as for her. I was
thrilled that my husband was able to fulfill his fantasy and have sex with
two teenage girls at the same time. On the other hand Phoebe seemed more
taken by the fact that her daughter’s were being little sluts. I guess to
each her own!
Just a note... later I asked Dawn about birth control since Steve
hadn’t used a condom with either of her daughters. She told me both
were on birth control although she said it had been a real pain to get
her doctor to go along with it, especially Becky as she was only
twelve at the time.
When Steve had finished it was Phoebe who said something to her sister but I
couldn't quite make out what she said but Dawn seemed to know.
“Now be sure to watch this Kelly... it’s really special.”
As Steve watched, Becky lifted herself off his spent cock and laid on the
floor next to him, her head on his shoulder while he put his arm around her
and rubbed her all but flat chest. Dawn immediately made her way between
her sister and started to lick out Steve’s cum as it drained from Becky’s
freshly fucked pussy.
Dawn laughed softly as if something had come to mind. “You know, once they
discovered oral sex it was impossible to keep them in separate beds. For a
while until they lost their virginity I was afraid they were going to be
lesbians!”
Becky certainly seemed to be enjoying herself and she suddenly cried out and
closed her eyes as she came. Phoebe was watching intently and had to admit
it WAS an erotic sight to see a twelve year-old girl having an orgasm thanks
to her thirteen year-old sister licking out the cum of a stranger from her
pussy. God, it was like straight from some porn novel!
That was all for the moment as once everyone had caught their breath the
girls got up and come over to their mother while Steve stayed behind, totally
wiped out.
“Did we do good mom?” Becky asked. She may be the shy one but it was obvious
she was the one most in need of her mother’s support and approval.
Dawn told them both they had done a great job and then looked at me
expectantly. I took the cue and also told them both they were extremely sexy
and how much I loved watching what they did with my husband.
At that point Dawn stood up and leaned over to kiss both of her naked
girls. It was just a peck like any mother would give her teenage daughters.
“Well, I guess I’d better get home and let your dad know how things are
going,” she said, making her exit.
I walked Dawn to the door and thanked her for everything. Her eyes
twinkled as she replied, “Oh the pleasure was all mine Kelly! Hope to see
you again soon.”
With that she left. I got the girls some drinks - no wine as while they
might be old enough for sex, I wasn't about to serve a minor! In the
meantime Steve had managed to make his way over to me and gave me a big hug
and kiss.
“Well, did you enjoy yourself?” I teased him as I reached down and held his
half-erect cock. Then I quickly bent my knees and took him in my mouth.
Mmmmmmm, I could still taste Becky’s sweet pussy on him!
“You want to join in?” Steve offered.
God, it WAS tempting but this had suppose to be for Steve from the beginning
so I wanted to go back to it being that way. I looked over at the girls who
were sitting at the table chatting away like any pair of teenage sisters. If
not for the fact they were naked and I’d just seen them both being fucked by
my husband you would have never known the truth about them.
In the end I decided to leave him with them for the night and spend the night
with my dad. Later that night as he was fucking me my thoughts wandered to
Becky and Phoebe and their father. God, how could he fuck them just once and
then not want to do it again. Well, I guess based on Dawn’s remarks he DID
want to do them but because of her he never did again. Wow, I couldn't even
imagine my mom telling my dad not to fuck me again after the first time!
The next morning when I returned I found Phoebe in the kitchen eating some
cereal. Of course she was nude but I got the idea that was normal for her
around the house. I asked her where her sister was and she just grinned,
nodding towards our bedroom.
I had a pretty good idea of what was going on judging from the occasional
moan coming down the hallway so for a moment I took a seat next to Phoebe and
poured myself a bowl. I could still taste my dad’s cum in mouth from sucking
him off before he went to work earlier so the milk and cereal served to wash
some of that away.
“Did you have fun last night?” I asked her.
Phoebe giggled. “Oh yeah, Your husband is really great! He fucked me twice
and Becky once more... well twice now I guess,” she added with a wicked grin
as I heard what sounded like Steve cumming.
It was probably none of my business but I couldn't resist the opportunity as
he mother was due to be over to pick them up at any moment.
“So tell me Phoebe, do you wish your daddy would have sex with you?”
Gen seemed to hesitate, as if she wasn’t sure how to answer.
“It’s OK Phoebe, I just had sex with my daddy so I know how it makes you
feel.”
“We only did it once though,” she said with a frown, “and that was just for
that creep and his camera.”
“Have you told him that you want him to do you?” I asked as tenderly as I
could.
“Yeah, we both did after that interview thing but Mom said we can’t. We
started to do it once and she caught us and boy was she mad!”
I reached over and held her hand in mine. “So how do you feel about your
parents taking you to these parties?”
At that she brightened up replying, “Oh I LOVE it! All the men there tell me
I’m so sexy. It makes me feel good that they all want to do me.” Then she
seemed almost as she added, “And I feel good in other ways too.”
“And Becky?”
Phoebe shrugged her shoulders. “Oh she’s fine with it now. The first couple
of times she was really shy because she doesn’t have any boobs or much pussy
hair. But you know, I think some of the guys like her better than me.”
Quite observant for a thirteen year-old.
“She’s always been daddy’s favorite and I think she wishes more than me that
mom wasn't so strict with us.”
She started to say more but the doorbell rang signaling her mother had
arrived. Mom and daughter hugged and then Dawn looked around for her other
daughter.
“Oh they just finished,” Phoebe informed her.
Dawn raised her eyes to the ceiling and let out a deep breath. “Figures,” was
all she said but I had a good idea what she was thinking.
Just then Becky came running out from the bedroom and hugged her mom.
“So have you two had enough of Kelly’s husband?” Dawn teased them, reaching
in a bad for some fresh clothes for them to wear.
Both of the looked at each other and then giggled like the little girls they
were. Without another word they grabbed the shorts and tank tops and quickly
dressed.
“Well, I imagine poor Steve is pretty worn out if I know these two,” Dawn
said as they headed for the door, “Tell him thanks for being good to my girls
and he’s always welcome if he wants more.”
Something told me that Steve would be taking her up on her offer...
THE END
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