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 Subject: Indulging My Husband (MF, Mf, Mg, incest, oral, exhib)
   Diary Date: October 1, 2011 Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
  
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which may include depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex
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   Although I wrote this to stand on its own as much as possible, it might
help to understand things better if you read my previous diary entries at
https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Kelly85/.  The "About Me" directory also
has a
   lot more information about me as well if you're interested.
   Summary ========= 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:
   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 a instant free upgrade for them both!  My father looked at porn all
the time when I was growing up, masturbating frequently.  Steve does much
the same, although he 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 openended
opportunity.
   Just to be clear, I as 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 al 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
turnon 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 ore 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 laying next to Steve but this time it was with a pussy
full of cum.  OK, so I could have gone another round but for all practical
purposes I was finally satisfied.  Steve was out of it though, practically
passing out as soon as his head hit the pillow.  I reached down and flipped
his dick with my finger.  Yep, he was finished!  The poor thing just lay
there limp and exhausted.  Well, one good about them was it 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 d�cor.
   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 eh 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.  "Out it this way...  I have a fifteen year-old
perpetually horny son who shares a bedroom with his sister...  what do you
think?  The only thing I worry about is keeping her mouth off of him when
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 a oil rig going for a gusher.  In this case though it was
the driller that gushed at the end rather than the well.  Sure I had cum
too but if anything, I would have sworn that his second load was even
bigger than the first!
   "And 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...
  
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