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
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I've always contended that when you agree to marry someone that you’d 
better know who exactly they are and accept them for being just that way 
and not assume that you’ll 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 
you’ll have to deal with them after marriage where your options are much 
more limited.

Table of Contents
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   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 can’t comprehend why I 
love watching Dancing With the Stars and then there’s my “annoying” habit 
if stealing his favorite dress shirts for use as evening wear.  More 
seriously, I know Steve’s 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 there’s 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 
can’t 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 wouldn’t be for me 
to not have sex with my dad ever again.

In return, there are things I’ve had to accept about Steve that I 
would’ve 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 I’m 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 aren’t 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
==============================

“C’mon 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 you’d 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 that’s a pretty 
long time for two people not use to living with one another to go without 
something boiling over.  A week ago we’d 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 who’d 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, it’s not 
like all of this should have come as any great surprise to me... After 
all, hadn’t 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, I’d 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 doesn’t 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.  
It’s 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 it’s the things that 
most people don’t 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, it’s 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 it’s 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-lover’s 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 Steve’s 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 don’t mean the way men want me when I’m sitting down with my legs 
crossed showing off half my ass or flaunting myself by the pool in a 
skimpy bikini.  That’s 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 don’t lust for me - as I surely would hope they do.   It’s just 
that it’s a different form of sexual lust.  It’s hard to explain but it’s 
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 that’s it’s 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 dad’s 
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 I’m torn 
in that at least I gave myself to my husband first and there’s 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 they’re 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 aren’t any father-
husband threesomes for me.  Maybe it’s because each of them are so close 
to me and so intimate that they can’t just stand there and watch.  I 
don’t really understand it and they’re 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! Can’t 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 an 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 doesn’t tend to do it so openly since if I’m around 
he prefers me to the porn stars.  Like my mom, I don’t 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 mom’s sister and then eventually his nieces when they got 
old enough.  Because of my mom’s 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 we’d 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 don’t mean 
this term as a slur or to pass judgment, it’s 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 doesn’t mean he actually 
DOES anything with real girls, it just describes his feelings and 
desires.  These feelings and desires are things he can’t 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 you’re 
barely a teenager, anyone over thirty looks the same age - old.

After my parents’ divorce a couple of years ago my Aunt Linda (my mom’s 
younger sister) moved in with my dad.  They’d 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 he’d 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 he’d 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 
Aunt’s 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 I’d 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 I’m trying to say is that if I was 
being honest then it shouldn’t 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 I’d tried arguing that I’d never said such a thing 
but I knew that I had - and he knew it as well.  My problem was that I 
just hadn’t realized to what extent he would take advantage of the open- 
ended opportunity.

Just to be clear, I’m 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 doesn’t 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.  I’ve always maintained that ANYTHING 
is OK when it comes to fantasies as it’s 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. It’s 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 don’t mean that I’m 
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 Steve’s 
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?
=================================

I’ve described in previous diary entries how our swapping group works so 
I won’t  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 you’re 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 she’d 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 I’d 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 people’s 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 “don’t ask, don’t tell” sort of 
thing.  What I didn't know was that after our wedding she’d given Steve a 
special wedding present - the access code to the area of our group’s site 
that wasn’t open to most members.

Steve hadn’t told me about his new privileges until now, after we’d 
enjoyed our first swap as a married couple with Leon and Tamara.  Even 
then, all he’d 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 he’d 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 I’d 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.  It’s 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 I’d 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 Sear’s, of the four of 
them.  Their profile was titled, “We Like to Watch” and the description 
went like this...

“We’re 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.  They’re both great kids and they 
love to show   off so if you’re interested in spending some quality time 
with them and don’t   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 
I’d 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 they’d 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.  I’d 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 hadn’t 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 I’d enjoyed it, like what red-blooded 
woman wouldn’t have? That’s 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 hasn’t dreamed of having a young man take 
her at the start of his budding sexuality? In all cases I’m 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 
doesn’t mean in either case that they felt it was right or that they 
didn't regret it.  Just because something feels good doesn’t 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 
I’ve said for years when people ask me if I have ever regretted any of 
the things I’ve done sexually.  My standard answer is there’s nothing 
that I have regretted that I have DONE.  It’s the things I have NOT done 
that regret.  Still, when it came to that time with Mark I wouldn’t 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, let’s try this,” I said, seeking another approach, “Just because you 
had an opportunity doesn’t 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 he’d 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, what’s next?”

Fortunately he went along with my attempt to change the subject but I 
could tell from his tense posture that he wouldn’t 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 weren’t sexual the legal line was 
pretty fuzzy when it came to naked photos of children on-line under any 
circumstances.  Oh well, we’d 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 hadn’t brushed my teeth yet after 
letting him finish in my mouth, pretending to be little Elisa for him.  
Then again, it’s 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 
lover’s 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.

“Don’t 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 don’t EVER get enough,” I teased him.  Then again, it was more than a 
tease - it was the truth.

“Well, give me a minute and I’ll 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 doesn’t 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 I’d 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 I’d 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.   It’s 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 hadn’t 
exactly exploded, they weren’t 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 5’1 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 5’8.  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 
I’d learned with my own web site was that there are people out there who 
collect every web site and store them and it doesn’t 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 you’re 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 I’m not one for 
porn so naked photos of people having sex don’t usually get me off.  To 
me they’re 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 doesn’t know he has the camera, than by porn.  It 
doesn’t 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. It’s the act that turns me on, not the photo 
itself.  It’s no different than why being fucked by a married man is so 
erotic - it’s 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, I’d 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 they’d 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 he’d cum then I’d 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 Steve’s 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 I’m ready,” he practically growled.

Well, if I’d 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 he’d 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 that’s 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 lying 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 wouldn’t be long before it was ready for action again, even if 
it’s 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 
wouldn’t 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.  They’d 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 we’d 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 Steve’s 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 we’d 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.  I’d 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 I’d chosen.  I’d considered going 
for one of my tighter jeans to give the same effect but that would’ve 
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 I’d 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 I’m just kidding... don’t 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, that’s 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 hadn’t 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 we’d first 
made contact so it wasn't like we’d been trading e-mails for a year.

“Steve... Kelly... I’d 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, I’d 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 
décor.

Then there were the room’s occupants which were NOT generic by any means.  
Even so, if I’d met them under different circumstances I probably 
would’ve 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 
they’d 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 wouldn’t 
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 Elisa’s 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 I’d 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 he’d 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, you’ve 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 Simon’s 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 you’re 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.

“That’s OK Kelly, I think I know what you’re 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, that’s 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 
weren’t nudists or any of that ‘open family’ crap – and still aren’t.  
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 can’t 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 it’s 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 should’ve 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 
I’d 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 it’s 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 
it’s 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.  I’d left the kids home alone while I 
went to the grocery store but was half-way there and realized that I’d 
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 I’d realized and he’d 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 don’t think either 
of us really expected it to go any further than that though.”

Raie interjected then.  “It was actually a bit humorous.  Kelly, you’re a 
teacher so you should know what I mean.  Kids think they’re keeping 
something secret from their parents but they have no idea how obvious 
they’re being.  I remember finding magazines under Mark’s 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 we’d 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 
he’d 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 he’d seen.”

“So what could we do?” Simon asked rhetorically, “That’s 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 I’d 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 aren’t 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 I’d 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 weren’t thrilled about the idea of our kids being used by other 
parents either.  They were cool about it though and asked we’d 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, I’d 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 I’d 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 I’d 
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 Raie’s 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 wasn’t sexual, more the way Elisa looked at him while he 
was doing her.  She had never looked at me THAT way, I’ll 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 hadn’t 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 
we’d 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.  It’s 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 father’s interests and 
thought we might be a good way for the two of you to break the ice, so to 
speak.   Kelly, I hear you’ve 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 he’d 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 it’s not like this is something we do a lot so it’s 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 hadn’t brought a suit and it’s 
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 you’ve 
gotten clear by now, Simon and I do not believe in parent-child incest 
and we do our swinging on our own time so we’re 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 I’d 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 Steve’s attention is so there’s no need for me to 
say this but I will anyway.  As I just said I’d love to get down and 
dirty with you but that’s 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 dad’s place but my mind was like mush.  
Fortunately there were others with more experience in this sort of thing 
than me.

“Elisa... why don’t 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 we’d 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 can’t be blamed for trying.  To 
be perfectly honest, at that moment I’d rather have him fuck me than his 
aloof son.  I wasn’t 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 Steve’s 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 he’d had a young 
girl but it WAS the first time I’d seen him with one so I was feeling a 
little anxious.

“Elisa, you’re not being very nice to our guest.  Take those clothes off.  
I’m sure he wants to see what’s underneath them, don’t you Steve?”

Steve didn't say anything in response to Raie’s 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 she’d been on stage.

“Well, what do you think of my daughter Steve?” Simon asked.  “She’s 
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 arm’s 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, you’ll have to ask him because he doesn’t always tell his 
mother everything,” she said with an obvious dig at her son, “So far as I 
know I think it’s nine or ten but like I said, he doesn’t 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 it’s 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.

“It’s OK mom, I told her to stand there for a moment,” Steve assured her.  
Then he looked at the girl and smiled sweetly.  “You’re really very 
pretty but then I bet you know that, don’t you?”

Elisa put her fingers to her mouth and appeared to be embarrassed for a 
moment.   Somehow I got the idea she wasn’t 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? It’s 
not like her daughter hadn’t 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 Steve’s 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 it’s not like Steve is overly endowed.  I mean he’s more than 
adequate but there’s 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, don’t 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 couldn’t resist... “So you don’t want that for yourself?” I asked her 
father.

Simon raised his eyebrows and shook his head.  “I’m never going to sit 
here and say she’s not cute and sexy, it’s just I like my women like I 
like my steak - well done.   I don’t blame guys like you hubby there for 
wanting her but it’s 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 Elisa’s 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 don’t think I could 
have ever taken a full-sized cock down my throat at her age, not even 
close.

“She’s good, isn’t she,” her proud mother bragged to me.

“I take it she gets lots of practice?”

Raie just smiled at me.  “Put 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 
we’re out and about.  It’s crazy... at only twelve she’s 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, that’s 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 hadn’t 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.

“Don’t worry, he’s 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.

“I’ve got to admit, I’ve 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.

“That’s 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 she’d 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. 

“Aren’t you going to get some for yourself Kelly?” Raie asked, nodding 
her head towards her son, “He’s trying to act all cool and pretend he’s 
not horny but trust me, he wants to screw you.”

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

“Why don’t 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 you’re even hotter,” he lamely tried to fix his error.  It was 
clumsy but I had to give him credit for at least trying.

“If that’s true, then why don’t 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 
they’d 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 I’d dreamed of this 
moment since the first time I’d seen him strip at my dad’s 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 wasn’t 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 Mark’s 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 I’d sucked a cock 
this young with such intimacy.  Sure I’d 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 wasn’t 
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 mother’s 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 didn’t 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 I’d 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 Steve’s 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 we’re 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 can’t 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 wasn’t 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 Mark’s dick while Elisa sucked Steve back to an erection, not 
that it took all that much work.  Meanwhile I could tell that Steve’s 
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.

“That’s 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 brother’s 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 hadn’t even gotten undressed yet 
for Mark, still wearing everything I’d 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 dad’s 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 Steve’s 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 wasn’t 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 don’t 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 an 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 you’re sure he doesn’t fuck his mom?” Steve questioned me after I 
had detailed Mark’s explosion inside of me. 

“Oh I’m 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 
Steve’s 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 dad’s 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 don’t regret having done any of them.  Certainly there are those 
that I won’t repeat but to regret having the experience just wouldn't be 
right.  Being fucked by a dog is something I’ll 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 
can’t 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 I’d 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


  
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