Subject: Celebrating a Milestone
Story Codes: MF MFF oral incest cousins aunt niece
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com
Diary Date: April 13, 2013
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Summary
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It's the birthday milestone everyone dreads - the big 3-0. Yes, my husband
was turning 30 which officially moves him into the "middle-age" bracket, no
longer a "twenty-something" and yet another step removed from his teenage
years. While for some people such a day is marked with dark humor and black
balloons, I chose to celebrate my husband's transition in a way he wouldn't
forget!
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - Getting Old?
Chapter 2 - Brainstorming With My Cousin
Chapter 3 - An Intimate Beginning
Chapter 4 - A Quick Visit With Steve’s Mom
Chapter 5 - My Aunt Linda Gets Things Started
Chapter 6 - My Cousin Kristi Joins In
Chapter 7 - My Best Friend Provides the Finale
Chapter 8 - A Fitting Ending
Chapter 1 - Getting Old?
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There was a time, not that long ago it seems, when anyone over the age of 29
was OLD. I recently celebrated my 28th birthday so that barrier is beginning
to loom closer but I still have one more birthday before having to deal with
THAT trauma. However, my husband wasn't so fortunate this year. Yep, my
dearest darling Steve was turning thirty! While on the one hand it was easy
to laugh at his sad predicament, on the other it also served as a sharp
reminder of what someone once told me. “I don't mind being a grandfather.
No, it’s being married to a grandmother that makes me feel old.”
On the positive side, I’ve always preferred older married men when it comes
to what some people might call “recreational” sex which in the past meant
having to go out and find one. Well, now I had one at my beck and call every
day of the week! As you might imagine, Steve was NOT the least bit amused
when I made this observation to him.
Actually for an old man Steve was taking things rather well - a LOT better
than I probably will when my time comes. Heck, I can still remember back
when I turned twenty. Like, I moped and sulked for the entire week leading
up to that terrifying birthday. The mere thought that I would soon no longer
be a teenager and was becoming an “adult” in the eyes of the world was enough
to bring tears to my eyes.
Indeed, it wasn't my fertile imagination either. Once I started listed my
age starting with a “2” I immediately noticed a difference even in the
letters and chats I had with people. For one, the number of chat requests
dropped off significantly. I guess guys aren't as turned on sharing their
fantasies and desires with an “older” girl. I guess I could’ve lied about my
age but by then I had so much already posted in my diary that people knew my
correct age so I would’ve had to start all over again with a whole new
persona - a concept I’d abandoned years earlier. If there was one thing I
learned early on, being a fake (or at least a convincing one) wasn’t all that
easy. I found that it was pain to maintain a lie for any length of time,
practically impossible for that matter,.
One good thing about my wonderful husband is that even though he’s getting
older he hasn’t allowed himself to gain weight or become less active.
Granted, his job requires him to work out and maintain his stamina but still,
frankly some of his friends haven’t been so diligent, Seeing their expanding
waist lines just makes me appreciate my husband all the more.
At the same time I took great pride that I was still at my wedding weight
over a year and a half later (Well, within a couple of pounds). The last
thing I wanted was for Steve to be with another woman and complain to her
about how his wife had let herself go once she got the ring.
Another checkmark on the plus side was that keeping trim also made him look a
few years younger than most guys his age. Knowing how much I appreciate his
efforts, I’ve done the same and I’m proud to say I’m within a few pounds of
my weight on my wedding day!
Thanks to the unrelenting commercials, for many guys the biggest source of
anxiety when crossing the thirty-something milestone is performance. By
that, in case you didn't already figure it out, I mean sexual performance.
God, I remember back when we first dated and he could go practically all
night and never lose his erection, or at least keep it long enough that I was
more than satisfied myself. OK, so Steve may not be sixteen anymore but he
still does pretty well. I can usually get him hard again rather quickly
after the first time while the third time usually takes a little more
diligence on my part. Fortunately sucking a guy’s soft dick until it grows
into a stiff rod really turns me on so there’s an added benefit in it as well
for me.
In the end, a birthday really is just another day but that didn't mean I
couldn’t use it as an excuse to plan something fun for my husband!
Chapter 2 - Brainstorming With My Cousin
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Talk about being stuck! Dang it anyways, I really had no freakin’ idea what
to get my perfect husband for his thirtieth birthday. Steve was so good to
me and so I wanted it to be something uplifting and memorable, nothing that
made fun of him or otherwise embarrassed him. It was the memorable criteria
that had me stumped. I’ve done so many things for him in the past that were
pretty amazing (if I say so myself), what could I do that would put this
occasion at the top of the list?
In talking to as many horny and lonesome men as I do on-line, over the years
I’ve acquired a pretty good idea of what men fantasize about and desire. For
99% of the guys, that’s all it ever is - fantasy. Still, they give me lots
of ideas, some of which I’ve already done with Steve.
So what were some of the options I considered based on the most prolific and
crazy fantasies that men tell me?
Mother-Daughter Threesome - The general threesome category is probably one of
the most fantasized about events for all men but having a mother and her
daughter at the same time seems to be the ultimate combination, even more
than sisters although twins seems to do pretty well. Well, Steve’s already
had me and my mom so it wouldn't be anything new for him. There was also the
problem of my mom being thousands of miles away.
Mother-in-Law - This of course completely depends on how attractive his
wife’s mom is unless the guy’s really into some wacky stuff. For most guys I
think it’s more about the naughtiness and taboo than the actual sex as almost
invariably they say they want to do it behind their wife’s back. Again,
Steve has had sex with my mom a number of times - starting the morning of our
wedding while my dad was doing me for the last time as a single daughter. So
even if my mom WAS available it wouldn't be something new for him. Still,
it’s not like he wouldn't jump at the chance! Indeed, sometimes I think my
mom is his favorite woman to have sex with (except for me of course). Just
goes to prove what I always say - sex is 80% mental and only 20% physical.
Wife Swapping - This was one of the first things Steve changed about me after
we got married so I know it’s something he really desires. before then I’d
always assumed that once I got married that I would be faithful to my husband
and never commit adultery. Well, I may have had to modify my definition of
adultery somewhat in order to submit to my husband’s needs, but I can’t say I
don't enjoy it as well. It’s something we generally do about once a month so
bringing in another couple on his birthday wouldn't be special. Fun yes, but
not special.
Watching Another Man Fuck His Wife - Now THIS is definitely a guy thing. I
don't know another woman who says she really enjoys watching her husband
having sex with someone else unless it’s incestual. Not saying that women
are jealous or wish their hubby wouldn't, it’s just that they don’t get off
on it the way men seem to when it comes to seeing their wife with another
man. Steve absolutely LOVES watching me getting fucked by other men - the
more the better. Given I about as exhibitionist as they come I love pleasing
him! Still, it’s too common for it to be a consideration for his birthday.
Committing Adultery - By this I mean having sex with someone not in your
family behind your spouse’s back. Even then, adultery isn’t necessarily
committed by having sex with a woman outside of your marriage family. No,
it’s doing it without the consent and approval of your spouse that pushes it
over the line into adultery. Given that Steve knows he has my full approval
and agreement for him to indulge himself at any time with any woman this
simply isn’t an option for his birthday.
Sex With an Underage Girl - This is one of those universal fantasies shared
by virtually every man. Oh sure some guys try to tell me that they don’t get
off from young girls but sooner or later almost all of them confess. I would
say that for many they truly would never do it, even if the legal issues cold
someone be skirted. No matter, that doesn’t mean they don't masturbate
thinking about it! In my situation, without going into the details (read my
diary for examples) my husband has opportunities that most men don’t and
after one of my recent “presents” to him I can’t imagine topping that.
Public Sex - This is one area where Steve and I are pretty much on the same
page. We both love sex in public places but the idea is not to have people
watch us - that gets you into trouble. Rather we like situations where
people COULD see us if they knew where to look and when but as it is, they
have no idea what happening right under their noses. A simple example would
be me sitting on his lap in a park at a picnic table with his dick inside of
me but my dress hiding it from view. One time I especially remember was
being fucked in a lake right in the middle of the family swimming area with
kids and their parents all around but without any idea what Steve was doing
to me from behind as I leaned over a float. This was actually my first
choice for a while as the possibilities are almost endless and I was sure I
could come up with something daring.
So as you can see, this wasn't an easy decision. In the end it was my slutty
cousin who helped me out. If you knew my cousin Kristi or have read about
her and me in my diary then that shouldn't be a surprise. After earning a
remarkable sum of money as a high-end prostitute over the course of just a
few years, Kristi also had a wealth of experience now to draw on. Although
she “retired” from the business a couple of years ago to join her mom in the
realty business, she still used her “talents” at times when a client needed
an extra “incentive” to close a deal. Speaking of which, it was also a great
time to put into practice the mother-daughter fantasy I mentioned earlier.
It was now just a couple of weeks before Steve’s birthday, about a week or so
since our last swap, and I was panicking. What was I going to do? Time was
running out fast. Kristi was over in our apartment visiting me while Steve
was at work. It had been a while since we’d gotten together as between my
teaching career and her property sales our schedules never seemed to mesh
much anymore. Actually it was HER schedule that was usually the constraint.
It seemed crazy to me the hours she had to put in sometimes to satisfy her
demanding clients, especially the ones who demanded a “special incentive” to
sign the bottom line.
Sitting across from em at the kitchen table, Kristi was telling me about her
latest sale to a single guy in his mid-forties, some high-powered executive
married to his job. He was being transferred to the Pittsburgh area from
Boston and loved the housing prices in the area compared to where he was
coming from. Indeed, he was looking at quite an upgrade! The commission from
the sale would be quite substantial and even though my Aunt Linda and Kristi
had to split it between them, they were both looking at making more from one
house sale than I would in a year at my teaching position.
“Yeah, it pays almost as good as hooking,” she giggled when I pointed that
out to her, “and without all the drama.”
“So let me guess... he wanted you both?” I asked but I already knew the
answer.
As I knew she would, Kristi nodded. “Yeah. At first he was pushing my mom
pretty hard, even had her blowing him at each home she showed him. He’s
pretty arrogant actually. Then he started backing off and threatening to use
another agency so she called me in.”
I couldn't help but roll my eyes. I wondered what their national agency
would say if they knew the lengths to which my aunt was willing to go for a
sale?
Apparently the offer of a mother-daughter threesome (see my reference above
when it comes to the priorities of male fantasies) was what he was driving
for. The home he was looking to buy still had furniture in it from the
previous owners to help out the sale. I doubt they expected it to be used
for what my aunt and cousin had in store for their client!
“So what do you have planned for Steve’s birthday?” Kristi asked, “This is
the big one, isn’t it?”
I couldn't help but laugh and nodded. I explained to her my dilemma and for
a few moments she just put her hand to her mouth and got that thoughtful look
on her face she gets whenever concentrating on something. Kristi may have
inherited her mom’s youthful looks and love of sex but when it came to what
was in her pretty head, let’s just say when God was handing out brains Kristi
was taking a nap. Still, while her schoolwork may have been dismal, if there
was one thing she excelled at it would have to be dreaming up new and
different sexual ideas. It was probably one of the reasons she was so
successful as a whore.
“What if we role-played that he was buying a house but was VERY demanding
buyer?” she offered.
She started to expand on her idea but I put my hand to stop her saying, “He’s
already fucked you both together so that wouldn't be anything new. Maybe
doing it in a stranger’s house would help though...”
My voice trailed off as I tried to imagine the possibilities. Yeah, there
was a little hope but it didn't immediately set off fireworks so I knew it
wasn't the answer I was looking for.
Kristi got up from the kitchen table chair she was sitting on and moved over
behind me. She put her hands on my shoulders and started to rub them.
Mmmmmmm, felt so good!
“You know cuz, I know a way we could be better inspired,” she said in a soft
tone as her hands worked their way down my front until she was cupping my
firm boobs through my tight tank top.
I probably should’ve stopped her as it was obvious where she was heading with
this. Then again, why? It wasn't like I had anything better to do at the
moment and it had been like ages since she and I had gotten it on with one
another. When we were teenagers in high school it seemed like we were always
doing something or another, usually with other boys but a lot of the time it
was just the two of us.
“OK then, let’s go to my bedroom,” I said, starting to get up from my chair.
Kristi had other ideas as she quickly pushed down on my shoulders to keep me
seated.
“What’s wrong with right here?” she said with a smirk, “God, you’re becoming
so domesticated!”
THAT hit the mark. Wow, maybe I was! Come to think of it, I DID seem to do
a lot more in my bed lately than around the house.
Kristi pulled down her jeans - I couldn’t help but notice the lack of panties
but I would have been surprised had there been a pair on her. I mean like I
don't even think she OWNS a pair if you didn't count the sexy ones she wore
for teasing. With her bottom bared my horny cousin sat down in the chair
next to me, lifting one leg up and resting it on the table while the other
was at her side with her foot on the floor for balance. Now with her bare
pussy was there right in front of me I felt a smile automatically come to my
face as I recalled how it felt to put my face between those perfect smooth
legs.
“Well, are you just gonna watch or what?” she teased me as she started to
slowly rub her pussy.
I was just wearing my tank top so it wasn't like I needed to undress further.
Typically I wear something a little longer around the house so when I sit
down my bare ass isn’t directly on the furniture for no other reason than
good hygiene. Well today’s nice weather was enough of an excuse to go with
just a short tank. If nothing else the cool wood of our kitchen chairs felt
good against my bare butt.
Keeping my eyes between her legs I scooted myself up until my butt was at the
front edge of my chair and then leaned back with my legs spread obscenely
wide apart. With my cousin already in full masturbation mode I didn't need
any more encouragement so my hand went straight for my crotch. God, I was
already soaking wet!
“Mmmmmmm, you look hot like that,” Kristi asked me with a mischievous grin,
“Remember back when we first did this together?”
Like duh, how could I ever forget? We were playing around in the hayloft at
my grandparents farm and one thing led to another. Back then we were too
intimidated to touch each other so each of us just watched one another. No
matter as at the time it was the most erotic moments of my life. I’d never
watched anyone else masturbate before other than my parents and then it
wasn't like they put on a show for me the way my cousin was. Similarly, my
parents had seen my doing myself countless times but in the same way it was
more they happened to see me, not that I sat in a chair opposite my dad and
spread my legs for him to watch me. That time in the hayloft led to many
more such encounters which became much more intimate but I’ll never forget
our first time.
As we both masturbated, more or less quietly although we each let out the
occasional gasp or loud breath when things were feeling especially good, I
couldn't tear my eyes off my pretty cousin. God she was so much more than
pretty - she was hot! Little wonder she was the school slut having
dethroning me once she moved up into high school. Even though Kristi was
married now, you would never know it as she behaved the same as she ever did
before her rather odd marriage.
For a moment I started to lean forward, tempted by the beautiful woman in
front of me who was so obviously enjoying herself yet not the least bit
intimidated at having her older cousin watch. Then again it’s not she ever
was shy. A cutie since she was a young girl, she knew exactly what she had
to offer and she worked it like the pro she was. Her motto was more or less
along the lines of why be shy when you can use what you have to get almost
anything you want?
As much as I would’ve loved to kneel between those shapely legs and kiss what
appeared to be a freshly shaved pussy right there in front of me, I held
myself in check, trying to enjoy the moment as it brought so many memories
back, flooding me with erotic thoughts and sexual feelings. Back then when
we were in that dusty hay loft it was the first time I saw masturbation as
something sexual between two people. Before then it was always a personal,
private affair. Well, personal and private in that I didn't openly invite
anyone to help out or watch. You don't have to lock yourself in your bedroom
to make something private. It’s all in the way everyone involved handles the
situation.
My thoughts were interrupted as Kristi started to orgasm, her breathing
becoming fast and shallow as she moaned and closed her eyes tightly. I
wondered what she was imagining in her mind as came? Was it about her
husband or was she fantasizing about another man? For that matter, maybe
another woman? Was it just one person or a group or even an audience? God
only knows what experiences she has stored in that cute head of hers. Sure
she’s shared many of them with me but sometimes I get the distinct feeling
that she doesn’t tell me everything.
A smile came to my face as I rubbed my wet and swollen clit slowly, enjoying
the demonstration of sexual lust in front of me. OK, even though she had cum
first it wasn't like we were having a contest or anything like that. I guess
maybe someone should have told Kristi though. Wow, how many times over the
year had we competed to see who could cum the fastest? I mean like it was an
honor system but then again, I was pretty good at recognizing the real thing
when it came to Kristi and even her mom. I think I “won” the majority of the
time and actually we hadn't had a true contest in years. In this case I
hadn't really tried to beat her to the punch but rather was happy to see her
enjoy herself in such a close and personal time.
God my pussy was so incredibly wet and sensitive! It was like my clit had
grown into a massive erection of its own and damn, talk about being hyper-
sensitive! I could easily slip one and then two fingers inside of me but
generally I preferred to rub the outside and my clit. Typically I would only
push a finger in to get it wet so I could lubricate the rest of me. That is,
if I was by myself. If a guy was watching then it was just the opposite with
at least one finger buried in my pussy .
Oh yeah, now THIS was the way to spend the afternoon! I closed my eyes
tightly and dreamed of my sexy husband. I tried to remember the very first
time we had sex, how it felt when he first entered me. Then it hit me. Wow,
at the time I was only half the age I am now! I remembered how at the time
how insecure I was about my immature body. It seemed all the other girls my
age were into real bras while I barely qualified for a trainer. Then to have
a junior boy want to fuck me for the first time, and one of the hunkiest guys
in school at that, well it was like a dream come true!
I felt a shiver run through me as my pussy responded to my touch as I thought
about of how it felt the first time his dick forced its way inside. Although
I did play with some of my mom’s dildos before then, I was always careful not
to get too carried away and ruin myself for my first guy. So while it stung
(to put it mildly) when Steve’s erection tore through my hymen, it wasn't a
totally foreign experience either.
With my eyes still closed tightly and my mind so focused on my memories as I
fingered my wet pussy, I guess it was little wonder that I never noticed my
cousin as she got from her chair and knelt before me. Well, maybe not that
but there was no denying she got my attention when her tongue reached out to
lick me!
“Oh God!” I gasped as I looked down to see her blonde head between my thighs.
Kristi put her hands on my hips, working them under my bare butt as she
nuzzled her nose against my clit. In doing so it seemed to give her better
balance as she pushed her face into me, driving her tongue into my pussy as
far as she could and wiggling it inside of me like a squirming worm.
As I moaned loudly but she didn't say a word, keeping her lips and tongue on
me the entire time. Oh my God she knew how to lick pussy!
“I cumming!” I tried to cry out but it ended up more a whimper as my orgasm
took my breath away. I felt myself gushing onto her face, covering her with
my cum as she eagerly licked it up.
“Bring back some old memories?” she finally said with a naughty grin once my
orgasm had peaked and started to fade.
My cousin leaned back on her heels, running her hands over the inside of my
thighs as I reached down to cup my crotch with mine. Damn, I felt like a
furnace - a soaking wet furnace!
Memories? I wasn't quite sure what she meant. Actually as often as we
masturbated together during high school, we never actually DID anything
together. In fact, I didn't have any sexual contact with a girl until I was
sixteen. It was shortly after my dad started fucking me that me and my mom
became intimate. She was the first girl to lick me and hers was the first
pussy I tasted other than my own. Soon after that her sister became number
two. Then it wasn't until I went to college that I met my lesbian roommate
(well, lesbian at the time which changed when it came to her brother later on
- in no small part thanks to me).
While we masturbated a lot together, Kristi and I didn't have sex until the
summer after my freshman year. It wasn't until the 4th of July that I even
learned my dad had been doing her almost from the day after I left for
college, sort of acting as a substitute for me being gone. After watching
the and my dad, it was during the ensuing family “orgy” (I hate using that
word for it but it gets the point across) that I first tasted Kristi.
So back to memories... was she referring to the first time Steve ate me out?
Maybe when my dad did? Maybe she WAS referring to our first time together
while my parents and her mom watched. Not being entirely sure, I chose to
dodge the question.
“God you really know how to make me cum so hard,” I complimented her.
Kristi just gave me her patented naughty girl smile in return saying, “Well
you know what they say... practice makes perfect.”
I was feeling hot and sweaty, not to mention incredibly horny. Kristi pretty
much looked the same as she stood up and used one of the kitchen towels to
wipe off her face and pussy. I smiled to myself wondering if I should toss it
in the laundry later or leave it for Steve to discover. THAT decision could
be made later. For now I had bigger questions to be answered...
With that out of our systems (or at least partially satiated - can you EVER
masturbate too much?), we got down to business and started throwing out ideas
for Steve’s big birthday that was looming closer every day. Of course her
initial thoughts were insane and totally unworkable but it got the ideas
rolling. One thing I rejected totally was anything to do with other families
or his other dealings with young girls that were being facilitated by Kristi
and her mom. It was one thing for me to look the other way when he went off
with them under normal circumstances but I wasn't going to base my party for
him on such things.
She DID have some good ideas but for one reason or another I had to drop
them, most simply because of the impossible logistics. There was also the
issue that Steve might rationalize to himself that he is OK with me and my
dad having sex, he would be furious with me if I included my dad in any
“special” events for his birthday. I tried to explain this to Kristi for
what must have been the hundredth time but it was like she never could quite
grasp the concept. To be perfectly fair to my airhead cousin, I also had a
difficult time trying to figure out why a man who LOVES to watch his wife
being fucked by other men can be so freaked out when the other man is her
father - especially when I see how many men chat with me on line and seem to
get off from wishing they could watch!
I also had to weed out anything involving his mother. This was something
Kristi was constantly pestering me about, her mother as well. Both of them
thought it was simply crazy that Steve could be fooling around so much with
his mother yet drew a line at actual physical contact or sex. Indeed, if it
was up to them I think they would’ve invited them both over, blindfolded them
and then had them do it without knowing who the other was until it was too
late.
Well, I could never do that to my husband. As crazy as it made me to watch
them cuddle, kiss and grope one another, I also respected their unspoken
agreement that the hands never went under the clothes and nudity while
playing together was out of bounds. Still, I have to admit that if I COULD
have figured out a means to convince his mother to let him fuck her on his
30th birthday it would’ve been as much as present for me as for him.
While I hate to admit it, in the end we came to the conclusion that a safer
route would be the best. A third decade birthday party only comes once in
your life and there was no sense taking any more risk than necessary that it
might implode. Besides, while none of our plans was exactly original, the
way we choreographed the day promised to make it a birthday he would never
forget. It just went to show that you can use several “been there, done
that” ideas and come up with an original composition.
Chapter 3 - An Intimate Beginning
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Finally the day arrived... Saturday, April 13, 2013. It was thirty years ago
that my Steve had emerged from his mother’s womb. Who would have ever
imagined the path he would take over the next thirty laps around the sun?
Until our marriage I’d only been a part of that journey but now our lives
moved in sync. Although less than half his life had been spent in contact
with me, if I had anything to say about it that percentage would increase
every year until the day we left this earth. When we said our wedding vows
we included the traditional, “till death do us part” and I meant it when I
swore it before God and our families.
Poor Steve had been working the evening shift all the past week so he
wouldn't get home until well after midnight. As was usually the case, he
arrived home horny so it wasn't until almost 3:00 AM that we finally went to
bed AND fell asleep. Although I didn’t even hint at what I was thinking,
when my man erupted deep inside of me I couldn't help but wonder if he
should’ve been saving it up for the events to follow before the day was over.
It wasn't like I could say anything as that would’ve spoiled my surprise and
besides, it wasn’t like his hairy balls didn't seem to be able to produce a
ridiculous amount of sperm in a short time. To be sure not quite what seemed
at times like gallons when he was a teenager but it was still more than
enough for me.
As tired as he’d been when he got home, not to mention the ferocity of which
he’d just fucked me, it was little wonder that my perfect man fell asleep
almost instantly once he’d shot his load up in my pussy. At the time I was
riding him cowgirl, facing him so he could play with my boobs as I rode his
wonderful dick.
Resting now with my weight on his crotch, I loved the intimacy of feeling him
still inside of me as he laid there under me sound asleep. Oh wow, he looked
so handsome and content!!! My heart felt like it would leap from my chest as
I squeezed my pussy down on his spent cock. God I was so lucky to have him
as my husband. Who else could love me as much as he did. Sure my father
loved me but then I was his daughter so he basically didn't have any other
options. I don't mean diminish what he does to me - indeed, how many fathers
demonstrate their love to their daughter so intimately and deeply as my
father did to me when he fucked me? What I’m trying to say is that Steve
didn’t HAVE to love me and fuck me like a father does his daughter. No, he
did because he wanted to have sex with me more than with any other girl in
the world. Now if that’s not romantic than what is?
Finally my own exhaustion won out and I leaned forward, laying on my
husband’s hairy chest with his dick barely in me as I fell asleep. It was
one of my favorite things to do with my husband, followed closely by waking
up to feeling him already in me (NOT all that easy to do as he usually finds
out, LOL).
When I awoke the room was bright with the sun shining through the window.
Steve was still sound asleep which didn't surprise me in the least. Sometime
during the night I must have rolled off of him as I awoke with my back
pressed against his side. My first instinct was to wiggle my bottom against
him and I was rewarded with the feel of his hip against my butt. Another
time and I might have considered rolling over and enjoying a morning snack
but there were too many things on the agenda.
Steve didn't even twitch as I carefully slipped out of bed and headed quickly
for the bathroom. God, I had to pee so bad! Once that urgent need had been
addressed it was shower time followed by my usual battle of the hair. God I
envy those girls with the curls and perfect hair! These days I was wearing
it a little shorter than was typical for me in the past which helped a little
as it didn't look so straight as when it was longer. Still, was LITTLE
natural curl really too much to ask for?
Everything Kristi and I had been planned was to take place at my dad’s place
so there wasn't anything I needed to do around our house. Actually Kristi
and I had debated endlessly as to where to do it. I definitely didn't want
it in our apartment as that would have been impossible to conceal. With
Kristi being married now and living with her husband, that pretty much ruled
out her place as her husband wasn't included in the plans for the day. If
there was one thing Steve was not it was gay. Even when he fucked me with
other guys it was like watching a dance to see him make sure his cock never
touched another one.
I suppose we could’ve gone off to a hotel or B&B but those have their
problems too when it comes to this sort of thing, especially when it comes to
noise and privacy. It’s one thing to sneak in a quickie alone in a hotel hot
tub, quite another to do it multiple times with other people watching.
That left us with just one logical place - my dad’s house. I call it his
because he’d bought out my mom’s share as part of the divorce settlement so
now it was all his - lock, stock and barrel. Well, in a manner of speaking
it was his AND my Aunt Linda’s home but since she was only living in sin with
him it didn't seem quite fair to credit it to her as well.
For once I was glad that my dad was going to be spending the day at the
office. It seemed back when I was growing up that he worked six days a week
as a norm with the seventh day being optional as more often than not he spent
part of the day at work after church. At least with him gone for the day the
place was ours to do with as we wanted and I didn't have to worry about
Steve’s silly quirks about me and my dad having sex.
Feeling nervous, I was tempted to give my aunt a call to make sure everything
was ready but as I started to touch the numbers on my iPhone I changed my
mind and pressed the red END. My Aunt Linda was about twenty years older
than me so who was I to be calling her to check on her? As a realtor she was
pretty organized and to be fair, she’d always pulled through whenever anyone
gave her something to do. It’s not like there was all that much anyway - the
cake was the biggest thing and it had been put on order days ago. All she
had to do was pick it up. Now if my air-head cousin had been given that
responsibility... enough said.
Before heading to the kitchen I threw on one of Steve’s shirts but didn't
bother buttoning it. It’s not that I wore it to hide anything, just that I
prefer not to run around totally nude. For whatever reason, even wearing a
bra or bikini top makes me feel better than being totally naked. In
contrast, I DO love the feeling of being bottomless. There’s just something
about feeling the cool air against my butt that makes me shiver sometimes.
before I left the room I took a quick glance at Steve to confirm that he was
still passed out. Oh God I love him! Seeing him stretched out on his side
all naked in bed, dead asleep with his incredible cock hanging down so limp,
it was something I could stare at all day! My husband is so handsome! When
we dated back in high school I loved the way the other girls looked at me
when he would walk alongside me. I knew they were so jealous of me and I
took a sort of perverse pride in knowing they probably couldn't understand
why he would want me when every hot girl in school was practically throwing
herself at him. It was then that I recognized the power of sex when it came
to getting what I wanted from a man - especially if you had a natural talent
for it as I appeared to have. My mom use to tease me it was in the genes.
Any other day and as horny as I was suddenly feeling my mouth would have had
that soft dick inside in seconds. Mmmmmmm, I love the feeling of a man
growing in my mouth, responding to what I was doing, knowing that I was
solely responsible for this miraculous transformation. Imagine if a woman’s
boobs were normally small and then swelled up when a man (woman?) fondled and
sucked on them. Not that I would ever WANT that to be the case, but it was
the closest way I could relate to how a man’s dick reacted when properly
stimulated. One thing I did know was that it must a pain sometimes to have a
part of your body grow like that uncontrollably every time you got horny!
While nobody has ever accused me of being a good cook - or even a willing
one, it WAS my husband’s birthday so I felt a little responsibility to be
domesticated a little bit. It had been ages since I’d made breakfast - Steve
was usually the morning person in our marriage and thus the one to deal with
so much unnecessary work that early in the morning. Thankfully there were
eggs and bacon available in the refrigerator as I’d forgotten to check
earlier. Somehow cold cereal in bed just doesn’t sound all that romantic.
As the bacon cooked it splattered a little and I was thankful to have Steve’s
shirt on. Yep, as a general rule it was usually good to have something on
around the house. I even managed to fix his eggs without breaking the yolks
- quite the accomplishment for me. Some toast and orange juice completed the
menu. Steve had bought a tray with legs that was made just for eating in bed
a while back when he tried to do his own version of a romantic breakfast in
bed. The only problem was he served it totally nude so what I ate didn't end
up being what he’d cooked!
Looking at my achievement I felt pretty proud of myself. So much for all the
smart aleck remarks by my parents and even my husband about my cooking skills
- or lack of them. This looked like it came right out of a restaurant
kitchen even if I say so myself. A couple of pretty napkins, silverware (the
real stuff, not the plastic we usually used - washing dishes is even lower on
my list than cooking) and I was ready to surprise my lover and best friend.
Just as I was about to head back to the bedroom I stopped in my tracks,
almost spilling everything. Like dang it, how could I forget? I went
quickly to my purse, grabbed the ridiculously expensive Hallmark card I’d
bought for him the day before, and quickly signed it and sealed the envelope.
Having placed it under the silverware and napkin, NOW I was ready to go.
Stepping into the bedroom I halted yet again and then quickly backed out,
setting the tray down on the bathroom sink. Looking in the mirror, I figured
what the heck and dropped the shirt to the floor, kicking it over by the
bathtub. I knew that Steve loved nothing more than to see me nude. Heck,
sometimes I swear that if he had his way I would drop my clothes at the door
and stay that way until I left again! My little fetish about wearing
something on top was one of the thing I don't think he still quite
understands but he quickly learned I was dead serious about it. Well, this
was one day I was willing to satisfy his desires - in more ways than one.
FINALLY I was ready. Taking a deep breath, I stood by the side of the bed
and nudged him. As he rolled over to see what was going on, I smiled broadly
and cried out, “Happy Birthday!”
He was still groggy and I don't think at first he realized what I was holding
but then he rubbed his eyes and focused.
“Holy crap! Well will you look at this... you actually cooked something!”
Any other day and I might’ve dumped the entire tray on him bare lap and
stormed out. Oh well, it WAS birthday so I held my emotions in check and
instead just smiled sweetly.
“Oh now stop it silly,” I said, pretending to tease him even though I wanted
to smack him. Not hard, just enough to get his attention. Guys need that
now and then. You have to keep them trained!
Steve pushed a couple of pillows behind him for support and sat up.
Reluctantly I set the tray down on his lap. I say reluctantly because it hid
his dick and it looked SO much more appetizing than the meal I’d cooked.
“Wow, you went all out... real silverware?” he teased me some more, holding
up a fork. “You DO know these aren't suppose to be thrown away, right?”
OK, so the silverware was one of those wedding gifts that hadn't seen a lot
of use. Could I help it that I hated doing dishes? My mom had made me do
them after every meal back when I was growing up and I’d sworn when I was on
my own that I would never do them again unless absolutely necessary.
Ignoring his jibes, I stood back and crossed my arms, waiting for him to
partake of my hard work. Still, Steve seemed to have other things on his
mind.
“You know, the one time you go topless and you cross your arms in front of
your tits,” he sighed, “Not fair.”
OK, so I couldn't help but laugh at that one. Rolling my eyes, I uncrossed
my arms and held my hands behind my back which also had the added benefit of
causing my boobs to lift and push out further.
Steve smile. “Oh yeah, now THAT’s the way a good wife should always be at
home - naked. God I love those puppies.”
Steve was always complimenting me whether it be my boobs, my butt or legs.
Sometimes even my hair! Still, it never grew old and I loved it when he told
me how pretty and sexy I was. I mean like, what girl wouldn't?
Steve started to eat his breakfast, grabbing a piece of bacon first and then
attacking his eggs with a piece of toast to break the yolk and then soak it
up. As he ate he kept staring at me like I was on display - which I guess in
a manner of speaking I was. I couldn't help but notice that he seemed
particularly fascinated with my crotch whereas usually he was a T&A man.
“Ummmmm,” he started to say but his mouth was full so just a grunt came out.
Then he swallowed and pointed at my pussy with a piece of toast in his hand.
“What’s going on down there anyway?”
I wanted to say that it was nothing that hadn't been in progress for the past
couple of weeks of he had bothered to notice but kept my tongue - birthday
again. Instead I ran my hand down between my legs, feeling the short hair
that was starting to grow right above my pussy. It wasn't like I was going
back to nature or anything quite like that. With the type of outfits I like
to wear, especially with summer approaching, a full bush was totally out of
the question. Still, I’d been shaving my pussy for so long now I’d almost
forgotten what it was like to have pubic hair, even if it was just a little
triangle above my slit.
“So you like?” I asked, rubbing myself a little.
“Different,” was his response. I gave him one of my “what the hell?” looks
and he finished saying, “So what’s your plan for summer landscaping this
year?”
Well, that was one way to put it I guess. I just shrugged and answered,
“Don’t really know... just thought I’d try something different.”
Come to think of it, Steve had never seen me with pubic hair except back when
we first dated fourteen years ago. At that age I was proud to have it and
the last thing I would have done was shave it off! It was sort of funny that
while my boobs were barely making their entrance my pussy was already filled
out and becoming bushy.
“Well, I think it looks hot,” Steve said to my surprise, “To be honest, I
think a little pussy hair on a girl is sexy. Really, I don't know why you
all decided to shave it all off in the first place. Was there some sort of
vote?”
I laughed as he went back to his meal. By now he was almost done - he never
was one to take his time with a meal. I waited impatiently as he got serious
about eating and finally finished it off. Setting the tray to the side, his
dick popped up like the lid of a Jack-in-the-Box had just opened. Mmmmmmm,
he sure wasn’t soft anymore! Damn he looked so hot sitting in bed naked with
his erection poking up out of the thick bed of pubic hair that filled his
crotch!
“So how’s the service in this establishment?” he asked with a sly grin.
It didn't take much imagination to figure out what type of service he was
hoping for. Any other day and I would’ve been on that dick like a bee on a
flower. Thus it must’ve surprised him when I hesitated for a moment,
wondering if this was such a good idea given what I knew would be the demands
on that dick not too much longer from now.
“Now THIS is a first,” he said in a joking manner yet at the same time the
look in his eyes said otherwise, “Since when does the Kelly I know have to be
asked twice to suck a dick?”
That was all it took to change my mind. In any case, the answer to his
question was something like, “A hell of a long time ago” or maybe even,
“Never.” Ever since the first time I’d taken his swollen cock in my mouth
that night in the dark movie theater, it was like I could never get enough of
one. For sure I LOVED to be fucked but sucking cock was something totally
unique, like nothing else I’d ever done. Everything about it - the way it
swelled and grew, how it moved and twitched, then how it would spew out one
load of cum after another and suddenly dwindle, yes I loved everything when
it came to sucking dick. Heck, I usually didn't have to be asked ONCE, let
alone twice.
To protect my reputation I wanted to explain to him why I’d hesitated but
that would spoil the rest of my birthday surprise so instead I simply did
what cam natural - I leaned over and took it in my mouth. Like, isn’t that
what any girl would want to do when presented such a wonderful offering?
Steve reached under me to fondle my hanging boobs as I bobbed and licked his
shaft. Then his hand moved back to my butt, reaching from behind and between
my legs until his finger was exploring my pussy hole.
“I’d say someone’s pretty horny,” he chuckled as he pushed it in.
Yeah, like there was any other option when I had his stiff cock in my mouth?
LOL
“Here, get on up here. I need some dessert,” he instructed me as he pulled
on me to get on top of him.
Keeping his cock in my mouth the entire time, I straddled his face and
lowered my pussy down until I felt his tongue on me. Steve used both hands
to spread my ass cheeks apart to get a better view of my wet crotch.
“Fuck, your pussy’s beautiful,” he sighed and then ran his tongue from my
pussy hole, up my slit, and then around my clit, “And it tastes great too!”
Beautiful? I guess that’s all in the eyes of the beholder. Up close I have
to say a pussy is sort of gross but as for taste, now there I fully agreed
with him. Indeed, as much as I enjoy licking another girl, the pussy I’ve
always loved to taste the most has been my own. OK, so I’m a little biased.
It was the first one I ever tasted of course and not a day goes by that I
don't get at least a little.
We 69’d for what seemed like forever. Somehow Steve was holding back his
orgasm as usually he would have cum by now, especially this early in the
morning. Not that I was disappointed. I knew he would sooner or later - all
men do. In the meantime I got to enjoy his engorged shaft all the more than
usual.
“Turn around,” he finally gasped as I could feel his breath on my ass.
I started to get back into the same position, more or less, that we’d ended
earlier in the morning but just as I was reaching down to guide him in me he
sat up more, taking his dick out of play. I gave him an odd look to which he
responded, “You know, this IS my 30th birthday.”
I cocked my head the way my dog does when it seems to be trying to understand
me.
“Oh is it? I’d totally forgotten.”
He wasn’t buying it, that was clear, but he didn't challenge me. Instead, he
continued to his destination, where I had no clue.
“So do I get to ask for something special?”
Oh if he only knew what something special he already had waiting for him!
“What do you mean?” I asked, intent on not spoiling his surprise. At the
same time I began to wonder where he WAS going with this so I rubbed his dick
against my cheek as I waited for him to finish.
“You know, like something we don't normally do but since it’s my 30th
birthday we can.”
Warning Will Smith!
My Spidey senses were tingling. Where the heck was he going? Still, it WAS
his 30th birthday and I WAS going to spring a huge surprise on him but then
he didn't know it. If I was going to keep MY surprise a secret, then I
pretty much had to go along now with his.
“OK, I’ll bite,” I started but then he cut me off laughingly saying,
“Oh no! No biting!”
It was silly but it helped to lighten the mood. I waited, licking his dick
gently with the tip of my tongue. It was like I couldn't control myself when
a dick was this close to my face. I HAD to do something.
“I’m gonna fuck you in the ass.”
A few words led to a thousand thoughts in a blur. Like wow! I mean WOW!
Yes, I knew Steve loved anal sex and that he often got it from my aunt and
her daughter, even my mom. Well, this was one thing that was NOT in my genes
from my mom.
The whole concept of anal sex grosses me out. My asshole is strictly a one
way street - out only. All I can think about anytime I’m near an asshole is
what came out of it recently. OK, so I HAVE allowed some men to fuck my butt
in the past, but I’ve always drawn the line at touching one with my mouth.
Even when I have done allowed a dick up my poop chute it was for something
special - like allowing my Uncle Jim to fuck me in the ass so he would let my
dad fuck his young daughter. It was NEVER for me, always for someone else.
To set the record straight, for all those people who tell me to do it and
then I’ll love it.... you’re 100% wrong! It felt wrong from the start, felt
wrong while I was doing it, and then felt even more wrong later when I
thought about it.
Steve knew full well my feelings about anal sex. It was one of the things
that endeared me so to him. Sure, I knew how much he wanted to fuck me in
the ass. Yes, as his Christian wife I would submit to anything he told me do
- including anal sex. The thing that made him so wonderful was even though
he KNEW he could do it anytime he asked, he loved me and respected me enough
to never take advantage of his position of authority. To me, such love and
respect is the centerpiece of a Christian marriage where a wife submits
totally to her husband. It’s not that she becomes his slave, its more HIS
responsibility to use his position wisely and lovingly.
Steve had never fucked me in the ass, never even asked once I’d explained to
him how I felt about it. How many times had I bragged to people about how
much he respected me to not ask me to do anything I didn't like? Yet here he
was, telling me that he about to do one of the few sexual acts that went
totally against my every sense of ethics and morality. Still, he was my
husband and I was his wife so I didn't have a choice.
“All I can say is that you had better have a LOT of lube,” was my response,
thus agreeing to let him do it. He grinned even more than when I’d dropped
his shirt earlier.
Resigned to my fate, I kneeled on the bed on all fours, spreading my legs
apart to give him the best possible access. Meanwhile Steve had run to the
bathroom where he snatched some lotion and hurried back before I changed my
mind - something I was VERY close to doing.
“I love you so much baby,” he whispered in my ear as he leaned over to kiss
me. Mmmmmmm, he tasted like pussy! Well, hopefully he wasn't planning on
licking my asshole as that would be the last thing he’d be kissing he got
until his mouth was thoroughly disinfected.
As Steve lubed up his dick I waited anxiously. As I said, it wasn't like I’d
never done this before but the last time was years ago and never with Steve.
I looked back over my shoulder where Steve was rubbing the lotion on his
dick.
“Looks like you’re enjoying yourself,” I said in a sarcastic tone.
Steve grinned and now he was deliberately stroking himself.
“You know you like to watch.”
Sorry but given my aversion to anal sex I’d rather not go into the details of
what happened. I mean like it’s not like anyone doesn’t know how it works.
Did I have a choice? Technically yes (I’m not a slave) but practically no (I
AM his wife). Did it hurt? A little but nothing all that horrible. Did I
enjoy it? Not really but I did my best to make it good for him. Do I want
to do it again? NO! Finally, did I please my husband? A definite YES.
As a proper Christian wife the final “yes” trumps everything prior so I can’t
say I regret it. All I will say is that I love my husband very much, I’m
thrilled to be his wife, and it makes proud to submit to him knowing he loves
me and respects me for doing so.
By the way... Steve promised me immediately afterwards that he will NEVER
demand that I do anal again and I believe him. Of course he left the door
open to me offering my ass to him again in the future but I don't see THAT
happening anytime soon!
Chapter 4 - A Quick Visit With Steve’s Mom
==========================================
Somehow I got the idea that Steve was assuming that I’d given him my birthday
present (including one I hadn’t intended) and that the remainder of the day
would be relatively quiet. That was more or less how things had gone last
year with the biggest thing being I spent the entire day naked just for him.
That may not sound like a big deal but it also included driving around town
for a bit of fun as well. Well, if things went as planned then this year was
going be more memorable than just me masturbating naked in downtown
traffic...
Now that Steve had gotten himself off his horniness had subsided - for a
little while at least. Without another word he headed for the bathroom and
started the shower, leaving me laying on the bed with a rather sore butt.
For a brief moment I contemplating joining him the shower. It’s not like I
didn't need one! Then again, it wasn't like he wouldn't be getting enough
sex the rest of the day; it’s just he didn't know it yet. Considering my
plans for his dick, it was probably best that I NOT let him fuck me again...
at least for this morning.
Laying still in the quiet of our bedroom, I could feel his cum dripping out
of my ass which felt sort of weird - not something I was accustomed to as you
might imagine. Dang, I think the last time I’d felt anything similar was
back when I let my uncle do me in the butt so he’d let me dad fuck my cousin.
I mean like the things you as a daughter do for your father sometimes! I
guess it’s no different now as a wife. The title may change but the
obligations remain the same.
When Steve finally came out he was naked with a towel over his head as he
vigorously rubbed it to dry his hair. It wasn't like he had all that much as
he preferred keeping it short so it wasn't a hassle while working with
patients in the ambulance. I couldn't help but smile as I admired his trim
nude body, especially his sexy dick as it hung down flaccid from his hairy
clean crotch.
“See something you like?” he teased me after dropping the towel and catching
me staring at his dick. He grabbed his cock and flopping it up and down as
if to taunt me.
That little trick might work for him sometimes but I wasn't going to blow him
now. Instead I just grinned at him as I got up to take my turn in the
shower. As I walked by him I reached over and gave his dick a playful little
tug. I bit my lip, willing myself to let it go. God it was SOOOOOO
tempting!
It’s not like he didn't already know how much his dick (well, ANY dick for
that matter) fascinated me. There’s not a dildo in the world that can
properly substitute for a dick which I suppose is why my personal collection
is so small compared to most women I know. Heck, my mom must have had at
least a dozen different models in the drawer next to her bed when I was
growing up. She offered them to me but I’ve always been more a finger girl
unless I’m playing with a friend and then a double dildo becomes my favorite.
In response to he smacked me on my bare butt as I tried to jump out of the
way but not entirely wholeheartedly. It smarted a little as I hadn't expected
him to hit me quite THAT hard!
“Hey guy, haven’t you abused my poor ass enough for one day?”
Of course he just ignored me so I went off and got myself cleaned up. The
shower felt great as it washed off the sweat and cum, leaving me all clean
and smelling fresh again.
“So I guess you’re probably wondering what I’ve got planned for the rest of
the day,” I started as I walked out with nothing on but a towel wrapped
around my hair.
Steve had dressed while I was in the shower, wearing some jeans and a plain
blue shirt. Not exactly dressing up I noticed.
“I don't know... last year wasn't so bad,” he said grinning, “Damn you look
great. I’d be happy if you just stayed naked all day again. Make that EVERY
day.”
I undid the towel and flicked it at him. He dodged it easily but then it
wasn't like I was really trying to hit him.
“Guess you should have married a nudist then,” I came back as I twirled in
front of him, “But I can be bare-ass for you anytime so there’s got to be
something else you’d rather do on your birthday.”
Steve shrugged but then his eyes lit up and I think he must have thought he’d
figured out my plans. “So when are they coming over?”
Poor Steve. He obviously was now assuming he’d be getting a more traditional
birthday party where friends and relatives stopped in for cake and other
boring crap like that. Well, in case he hadn't noticed there was no cake
anywhere in the house but it also reminded me of one substantial flaw in my
plans that somehow I’d overlooked - his mother. Dang it! Like how could I
have forgotten her?
Making matters worse, there was no way I could include her in my plans as she
would positively freak if she saw her son fucking the women I had lined up
for him. Not that she didn’t enjoy watching him having sex but that was when
he did me.
“Ummmmm, Earth to Kelly,” Steve prompted me as I’d become lost in thought.
People have always teased me that when I think too hard it’s like I shut off
everything and everybody around me. Still, it’s a trait that has always
helped me to focus so I’ve never worried about changing anything.
Hmmmmmm, this was going to require some last minute adjustments. Dang, I’d
been so distracted all week that I never even thought about Marlene. It
didn't help that she hadn't called me either so maybe she was just expecting
us to drop by at some point. Then my heart jumped. OMG, what if she was
planning on surprising her son and was on her way over now? The odds were
pretty low but still, it wouldn't be the first time she’d popped in
unannounced.
“Be right back,” I said hurriedly to Steve as I grabbed my phone and all but
ran to the kitchen. I hit the speed dial for his mother and thankfully she
answered. She still had a hard line phone to her place (we never had one
activated, preferring to just use our cell phones) so I knew she was home.
“Hey Mom!” I greeted her.
It had taken me a while to get use to calling her that, especially with my
own mother out of the picture now as much as she was. Still, I knew Marlene
appreciated it when I called her that. In fact she’d often told me I was
like her second daughter. Given her own daughter’s recent “engagement” to
her own brother, I think I’m also her favorite “daughter” these days.
Putting all that aside, I quickly explained to her that Steve and I would be
over in a short while and apologized profusely for not telling her sooner.
“Oh you’re no bother ever Kelly,” she assured me, “I know how busy you were
and besides, I knew there’s no way my oldest boy wouldn't come by to see his
own mother on his birthday so I wasn't worried.”
There are times I’m really thankful phones don't have video yet and this was
one of them. My eyes rolled as I fought the impulse to tell her that her
“boy” was now thirty years old and trust me, he was no “boy” anymore. Still,
sometimes the less said the better although all too often I don't follow my
own advice. We exchanged a little small talk and she assured me that she
would be ready by the time we got there. Hanging up the phone, I started to
walk back to the bedroom only to meet Steve in the hallway half-way there.
“So what’s my sexy wife cooking up that’s so secret?” he asked with a twinkle
in his eyes.
Rather than bluff I told him the truth - at least so far as about going to
visit his mom. The only stretch was I told him I was calling just to be sure
she was ready. he didn't need to know that it was all a last minute thing.
“Yeah, mom’s always made a big thing about birthdays,” Steve said, “She use
to serve me breakfast in bed too come to think of it.”
I couldn’t help but think to myself that while his mother may have served him
breakfast, I was willing to bet big money that Steve enjoyed my version more
than hers.
“I’ll be ready in twenty,” I said over my shoulder as I passed him and headed
back into the bedroom, wiggling my bare butt a little extra just for him as I
knew without checking that he was looking.
Now that we were going to his mother’s place first it sort of threw off my
plans on what to wear. It wasn't as warm as I’d hoped it would be but for
the few minutes I’d be outside wearing anything I figured that I could deal
with it so I had picked out a short yellow sundress - very short indeed.
Aside from some matching pumps and jewelry that was ALL I’d planned to wear.
So much for plans...
Yeah, I suppose that technically I could’ve still dressed that way as it
wasn't like his mom would be seeing anything she hadn't already. Then again,
I’d always tried to dress a little south of slutty when I was with her so she
wouldn’t ever suspect the things that we’d never told her about me. It was
one thing for her to see me naked having sex with her son - that was
expected. It was quite another for me to expose my bare bottom when I was
wearing an outfit that I supposedly considered fit for public consumption.
At first I debated on another outfit but I really liked this one. My best
friend Beth had gone shopping with me when I’d picked it out and she said it
looked great on me when I tried it on in the Macy’s dressing room. What the
heck, it wouldn't kill me to wear a thong under it while we were at his mom’s
place. Scrounging through my dresser drawer I remembered that I didn't have
a yellow one that matched the dress which set me off on an entirely different
decision tree.
In the end I chose a bright red version which went against my usual dress
code. Deciding what to wear in terms of lingerie and what color can get
pretty complicated. basically it depends a lot on what I’m wearing with it,
where I’ll be seen and by who. At work it’s an easy choice - whatever’s most
comfortable which means typically a white bra (unfortunately the school
policy requires one) and granny cotton panties. It’s not like I’m trying to
impress my students or turn them, if anything just the opposite. In today’s
school environments the last thing you want is a reputation for dressing to
satisfy a fourteen year-old’s fantasies.
Then there’s the formal occasions where some modesty is appropriate like
going to church. Going back to when I was a little girl, Sunday mornings I
ALWAYS wear a dress. As I said, it’s just something I’ve always done since I
was a little girl not to mention it comes in sort of handy when I stop by my
dad’s place on the way. Normally I choose panties that match so as not to be
so visible, especially if the dress I’m wearing is a little sheer or short
(or both). Unlike school, I can't even remember the last time I wore a bra
to church though. It was probably back when I was a young teenager and proud
that I was developed enough to need one. Well, THAT stage didn't last very
long!
For most other occasion when I wear underwear, it’s generally a thong without
a bra. I don’t mean those nasty ones which are nothing but strings and a
triangle that feel like a constant wedgie. No, more the type that ride high
on my hips and provide just enough material to cover the crack of my ass. My
favorite color for all lingerie is black although at times I might wear a
different color just to change things up, especially if I anticipate someone
seeing it.
Of course there are times when I WANT to wear a bra and panties. Just as
guys get turned on by strippers who start out dressed and hint at what’s to
show later, the same goes with wearing lingerie to tease a guy. Like why let
him see everything right from the start? So at parties and other “night out”
type of activities I usually choose something that contrasts with whatever
else I’m wearing. Like under a sheer white blouse I would go for a black
bra.
Finally, there are times when lingerie is ALL I wear. This is typically when
I want to get the attention of my husband but lately it’s become more common
when we swap with other couples. It’s interesting that most men are actually
more turned on when I wear sexy lingerie than just standing there in front of
them nude. That’s when the rainbow effect happens by which I mean I try to
wear something BESIDES white or black. Red is a favorite of mine but I’ve
acquired quite a collection of various colors and shades over the years. It
doesn’t hurt that my husband and father love buying it for me as well.
So anyway... I decided to go with a red bra and thong because we’d be
visiting his mom and I knew she’d most likely be dressed to kill given it was
her favorite son’s birthday. She never wore anything with him that was so
revealing as to actually expose herself but some of her outfits came pretty
darn close. For instance, when the two of them would fool around on the
couch and she had on a robe with just a bra and panties on underneath, it’s
not like there was a whole lot between them especially when his hand could
cup her barely covered crotch. Still, there ALWAYS was SOMETHING in between
which seemed to satisfy the unwritten rules of the odd little game they
played.
Did I say “odd”? Make that downright weird! LOL
Checking myself in the mirror, I frowned. Something was missing...
Yes! I had it. Rummaging through my drawers I found what I was looking for
- a pair of white hose that came up to about mid-thigh. The sundress barely
came down that far so as I walked or moved anyone could see the elastic bands
at the top and what remained of my bare upper thigh above it. I frowned a
little at my pale skin. Well, hopefully things would warm up and my tan
would be back. Another thing about the hose was that somehow I felt that it
made me look younger while at the same time just a little more sexy.
“Shit, you’re wearing THAT to Mom’s?”
I spun around to see Steve standing in the doorway ogling me. OK, so maybe
it wasn't my sexiest outfit but anything that draws the attention of my
husband was always a good sign.
“What?” I replied as if I had no idea what he was talking about.
Steve just smiled at waved me off saying, “Oh nothing.”
Well, it was obvious from the way his eyes were looking me over and the grin
on his face what he was thinking so I turned back around to put on my watch
and some jewelry. As I stood in front of my dresser I saw Steve approach me
from behind.
“Do you really have to wear THIS,” he murmured in my right ear as his hand
reached under my skirt and tugged on my thong.
“Well it IS your mother you know,” I huffed.
What I wanted to add was “and if you would ever get over your hang-ups and
just fuck her and get it over with then I wouldn't have to wear it” but I
knew that was one direction to take the conversation that would only end in
disaster. Steve was not exactly a fan of incest, to put it mildly, at least
when it came to boy-girl sex. As with his mom, it didn't help that his
younger brother and sister were living together out on the west coast under
the guise of being engaged. Steve had spurned his sister’s advances back
when we were all in high school and I guess knowing his brother was fucking
her now sort of pissed him off. Not that he regretted not doing her when he
had the chance, he didn't like that they were doing it in the first place.
I suppose he wasn't all that different from most men in his views toward
incest. Steve was fine with seeing me together with other women like my
mother or cousin. I mean like doesn’t every guy have that sort of fantasy?
It was me having sex with my dad that things got sticky (no pun intended).
Indeed, Steve has only seen me and my dad having sex once and that was way
back when I knew he was about to propose and so I told him about my incestual
life. No matter how much I loved Steve, I couldn’t marry him if it meant
betraying my responsibilities as a daughter. It was sort of funny in that he
didn't believe me at first, taking it as some sort of practical joke and a
poor one at that. Once I proved it to him, that was enough for him and he
never watched us again.
So as a general rule, Steve wasn't in favor of incest. I think he
rationalized what I did with the female members of my family as sex between
two women more so than sex between family members. While drawing the line at
incest, it’s not like he’s some sort of prude when it comes to family. Thus
fooling around with his mother was OK so long as nothing went under the
clothes, as little of them as there might be. It was the principle that
mattered more than anything else.
We were both finally ready to hit the road. Fastening my seatbelt, I glanced
at my watch. Wow, we wouldn't have much time to visit with his mom which was
probably a good thing. based on past experience it was like we either stayed
for fifteen or twenty minutes or for a few hours without much in between.
This was especially true after we got married and he moved out. Before then
I would visit and sometimes stay the night which meant she could watch us.
Now it seemed if whenever she knew we’d be staying a while it was almost like
she pushed us into the bedroom! Another day and time that wouldn't be so bad
but I had other plans.
Given how things had gone so far this morning, naturally instead of the usual
half hour drive it took to get to his mom’s place it took us almost forty
five minutes thanks to a detour for some sort of construction. Then again,
if you live in Pittsburgh then road construction is a way of life. It was a
little frustrating but finally we made it.
“Happy Birthday!” his mother greeted Steve as we walked in. She gave me a
brief hug first and then quickly turned to her son and planted a messy kiss
on his lips.
I left them in the entrance to do their thing and headed for the living room
where I took off my coat and took a seat in one of the overstuffed chairs.
After a few minutes I glanced back towards the door where I saw they were
still kissing only now she had her arms wrapped around his neck while he had
both hands under her robe, cupping his mom’s ass in his hands and pulling her
tightly into him.
As I’d expected, Marlene was indeed dressed for the occasion - or should I
say underdressed. She was in what I’d come to know as her favorite outfit,
or at least her favorite when her son was visiting. The first thing I
noticed was the light cotton robe which barely came down to the bottom of her
butt when she was standing, let alone stretching up on her toes as she was
now. Even from my distant viewpoint I could see the white high-cut panties
underneath although Steve’s hands were now hiding most of them from view.
The black heels contrasted somewhat with the robe but her legs looked good
when she wore them. So far the robe as still tied closed but I would be
shocked if that was the case for much longer given their past history.
The two of them kept at it a few more minutes before finally they broke apart
and I heard Marlene gasp as she caught her breath.
“Now THAT is what I call a birthday kiss,” Steve exclaimed as he looked over
at me and smiled.
Marlene led Steve into the living room, planting him down on the couch
opposite of me. It had become our usual seating arrangement - the two of
them on the couch with me across the room in the chair. If Steve and I had
sex it was almost always in his old bedroom rather than out in the living
room. Once again, it was all part of their unwritten code. It was OK for
her to stand in the doorway of the bedroom and watch us having sex in bed but
not if we did it on the couch in the living room. Like really, did the
doorway have some sort of force field that the chair in the living room
didn't? If anything, the door was closer to the bed than the chair was to
the couch!
It had taken me a good while to come to grips with Steve’s unusual
relationship with his mother. True, they DID have sex but that was only
once, a long time ago when we were first dating. Back then things had gotten
a little out of control on everybody’s part to say the least. Nowadays it
was like they both knew there were lines that could be pushed but never
crossed. Unfortunately in the years when they lived out in California they
seemed to work out all these complicated rule and it’s not like they wrote up
a list of rules for me to understand them. Instead I just had to figure it
out on my own. The one cardinal rule I learned VERY quickly when we first
dated was that to even mention them having sex again was one of the worst
things I could say.
“Wait here,” she said excitedly as she hustled off to her bedroom or
somewhere else down the hallway.
With her out of the room, I leaned forward towards Steve.
“She seems awfully excited today. What was with that kiss at the door
anyway? Like that was a little over the top, even for her.”
Steve just shrugged and waved his hand at me as if to tell me not to worry.
I gave him one of my wide eye looks and he just grinned and finally said,
“It’s sort of a birthday thing I guess. I don’t know how it got started but
it seems to get a longer every year. Guess by the time I’m fifty we’ll be at
the half-hour mark!”
OK, chalk up one more to the continuing strange but true saga of Steve and
his mom! For the thousandth time I wondered why they just didn't say the
heck with it and just do it. It’s not like Steve didn't appreciate older
women. Oh sure he loved fucking young girls but what normal man wouldn't
given the right opportunity. No, Steve loved doing older women like my mom
and aunt, not to mention the couples we swapped with. So what was the big
deal about doing his mom? Heck, most guys tell me they would love to fuck
their moms but they never got the chance so what made Steve so different.
Like I couldn't begin to believe that she would resist him if he tried.
My thoughts were interrupted by her return. Marlene was carrying a large
present wrapped in red paper with a white bow. I had NO idea what was in it
and my mind was already running through a dozen possibilities by the time he
started opening it.
“Wow! Just what I was hoping for!” he said as he looked inside after taking
his sweet time unwrapping it. I still couldn't see and I fought back the
impulse to go over and take a look for myself.
“Oh wow,” he gushed again, “Oh mom, you’re the best!”
He set the box down without taking whatever was in it out and turned to his
mother who was positively beaming. This time the robe didn’t stay closed and
I saw she had on a matching white lace bra underneath which left very little
to the imagination, especially being as sheer as it was. It was cut so low
her nipples almost popped out and the support it gave her made her boobs look
great, especially for a woman almost twice my age!
Frustrated, I sat back with my legs crossed wondering if I should just wait
them out or take a peek. Judging from the way they were going at it, this
could be a while so finally I stood up and walked over to find out for
myself. Neither of them seemed to even notice me as I leaned over the box
and looked inside.
“Wow” had been the least he could say. OMG, I was so jealous! It was just
what I’d been pestering my dad to get me for the past year. Funny how a
father who indulged just about my every wish drew the line when it came to
computers. All my life I’ been forced to struggle with his hand-me-downs
which often led to no end of frustration when I would lose files, get dropped
while chatting and such.
So now Steve was the proud owner of a brand spanking new MacBook Air. It was
still in the box but I had dreamed of exactly this one since they first came
out so I knew what was inside. Dang it, now my old clunker at home seemed
even more out of date than ever!
Judging from the way he was “thanking” his mom Steve was as thrilled as I
would’ve been had it been given to me for my birthday. Shaking my head, I
didn't know which of them looked to be hornier - Steve with his hand cupping
her crotch or Marlene rubbing on her son’s erection through her jeans. My
bet was on her judging from the darkness that was spreading between her legs
as her panties soaked up her wetness. Steve can get hard from just about
anything so having an erection wasn't a good indicator of much of anything.
Back to the computer... Well, maybe he would let me use it. If nothing else
I was already planning on how I might use his mother’s gift to help push my
dad to buying me one for myself. I’d tried everything so far and none of my
usual tricks had worked. It seems the days when I could talk him into
anything with just a BJ were long gone. Oh to be sixteen again!
While the two of them were occupied I pulled out my phone and texted my Aunt
Linda, letting her know that we would be running a few minutes late. Well,
more than a few as there was no sign of a letup over on the couch. I really
couldn’t say anything since it had been a couple weeks since we’d last come
over. Still, sometimes I felt like a fifth wheel when they got into things
this hot and heavy. Usually the intense stuff only lasted for a short time
and from there it just went to groping and fondling when at least they would
hold a conversation with me.
Theoretically I guess that I could have masturbated, my typical reaction when
I’m bored. Yet for whatever odd reason I wasn’t all that much in the mood.
Frankly, seeing my husband and his mom fooling around on the couch like two
middle school kids wasn't that much of a turn-on as it was downright
frustrating. Plus it was killing me that his mom, who wasn't poor by any
means but still didn't earn anywhere near what my did, would buy him such an
expensive birthday gift when my father wouldn’t do the same for his favorite
(and only) daughter.
I turned to my phone to keep me busy, texting and checking my mail and
updating FaceBook. The affair on the couch had been going on over thirty
minutes now and I was starting to become exasperated. Like I had other plans
for him which should excite him a lot more than being teased by his mother.
True, I hadn't told him about them yet but why should I have to? He could
stop over and see her any time he wanted without me tagging along.
My frustration only elevated when she twisted in the couch and straddled his
lap, grinding her panty-clad pussy on his hard dick still hidden away under
his jeans. She put her hands on the back of the couch and leaned forward,
pressing her cleavage into his face. His hands were back to cupping her
bared buttocks, just as they had during their initial kiss at the entrance.
Crap, we were never going to leave at this rate!
Suddenly it was like someone turned off the switch and she slid down his legs
onto the floor. Leaning over to kiss him, I imagine he got quite a view of
her impressive boobs.
“Well, I think that’s enough for one birthday, don't you son?” she gasped.
Seeing how flushed and out of breath she was I couldn’t help but wonder if
she had been on the edge of an orgasm and that was why she had quit so
suddenly - before things went too far. It seemed to be one of those lines
they wouldn't cross in that neither of them ever orgasmed when they played
together. I guess then they could claim they weren’t being sexual. Hey,
I’ve heard crazier rationalizations by other people for even more bizarre
behaviors.
“Sorry honey but I didn't make a cake,” she apologized, tying her robe
loosely back together and running her hands through her tussled dark hair.
Steve was already working on removing his new toy from its wrapping. He
looked thrilled and so he should’ve been. I think that he must have bought
his old Compaq laptop back in California before moving back to Pittsburgh
with his mom so who knows how old it was. It was running Windows Vista if
that’s any indication - and not very well I might add.
“Ummmmm Steve-O, maybe you should wait until we get home to do that.” I
gently prodded, nodding towards my watch when his mom was looking away.
The downcast look on his face suddenly made him look like a little boy who
was told he couldn’t play with his new toy more so than a thirty year-old
man. Then again, is there really that big a difference? Fortunately his mom
stepped in to support me.
“It’s OK baby, Kelly’s right. If you get started now you’ll never leave,”
she soothed him as she glanced at me and winked.
Why did I get the idea that she somehow knew I had further plans for him.
Well, maybe she didn't know the specifics but I guess it was a stretch for
her to assume that I would.
Steve reluctantly closed the lid and set the box to the side on the couch.
Standing up, he leaned forward to kiss his mom and for a moment my heart
seemed to stop. Crap, not again I was thinking!
Thankfully this time it was more what most people would call a “normal”
mother-son kiss - a peck on her cheek with no tongue action or groping.
Steve thanked his mom yet again and then scooped up his present, holding it
tight to his chest. I put my jacket back on again and with Steve leading the
way we headed for the entrance.
Steve was already out the door when Marlene pulled me to the side, checked to
see that Steve wasn’t close enough to hear, and then whispered in a
conspiratorial tone, “So what DO you have planned for my baby, my naughty
little daughter-in-law?”
I tried to act as if I didn't have a clue as to what she was talking about
but she didn't buy it for a moment.
“C’mon, you didn't dress like that just to come visit me. And oh by the way,
you DO look extremely hot.”
Should I tell her? For a brief moment I debated with myself. Would it
really matter of she knew? Wasn't it about time she did anyway? After all,
it wasn't like I would be fucking my dad and some people would argue that sex
with a cousin wasn't really incest in the first place.
“I thought we’d head to the casino and see what trouble we can get in,” I
said, lying through my teeth. Either I’m a pretty good liar or she was
clueless as it seemed she bought it.
“It’s pretty early for that, isn’t it?” she questioned me. Then her face
brightened and she added, “You know, the two of you could hang out here for a
while if you wanted. I just changed the sheets on the spare bed.”
Yeah like THAT was a coincidence.
It was obvious what she wanted - to watch us get it on but frankly, if she
wanted to see that sort of thing then she should have come along with us and
see what I had in store for her son. of course I wouldn’t have allowed her
just to watch...
“Well, OK then, I get the message,” she said in a sulking voice.
This time it was my lips that kissed her cheek. Funny, while her son did
about everything with her a guy could do when it came to kissing, our lips
had never touched.
“Oh mom, you know we both love you,” I assured her.
She tried to put on a smile but I could tell she was still disappointed. Oh
well, life happens. A few minutes later I was back with Steve as we drove to
my dad’s home. He’d looked at me a little strange when I gave him the
destination but other than that not a word. No doubt he knew better than to
ask me in the first place.
Back in the car, the first thing I did before even putting on my seatbelt was
to reach under my sundress and pull down that irritating thong to my ankles
and take it off. The coolness of the bench seat pressed against my bare
butt. Even though it may have been all in my head as there hadn't been much
material there in the first place, it still felt better.
“Feel better now?” Steve teased me as he started the engine.
“Oh sure, like you don't it better when I take them off,” I retorted
playfully as I tossed them in his lap.
Steve reached down to pick up my thong and then held the crotch up to his
nose and took in a deep breath.
“Mmmmmmm, LOVE that scent,” he sighed as he put the truck in gear.
One more quick sniff and then he hung them up around the rear-view mirror
like a trophy. It joined a couple of others which he liked to keep handy.
Now and then I’d leave a “fresh” pair, fresh at least from the standpoint of
my pussy smell on them. Really, what would be the point of putting them up
there otherwise?
As his mom’s place disappeared in the rear view mirror, I took the
opportunity to relax for a few moments. Whew, dodged THAT bullet! Now with
our obligation to Steve’s mom fulfilled that meant getting back on track with
my original plans.
Chapter 5 - My Aunt Linda Gets Things Started
=============================================
On the way to my dad’s house I called my Aunt Linda. She must have seen me
on caller ID as she answered with, “Hey girl, where the FUCK are you?”
Yeah, my aunt isn't exactly the most subtle one in the family.
I explained to her that we were on our way but I didn't say anything that
might give Steve a clue as to what was awaiting him. Still, now he knew that
at least my aunt was going to be there. I figured I could at least put one
worry that I knew must have been going through his head.
“Ah Steve... just in case you’re wondering, my dad’s working at his downtown
office all day and won’t be home until after 7:00 PM at the earliest.”
“And that’s important because...?” he teased me, trying to draw me out. He
knew full why it was so important. Then again, with my aunt being there it
wasn't like he wouldn't have something to do if I WAS going to do it with my
dad. Actually that’s usually what happened when he tagged along with me.
My husband wasn't going to break me that easily. Instead I sat there and
just crossed my arms and kept quiet, leaving him to wonder what the real
story was going to be. I noticed that this time Steve avoiding the
construction traffic by taking a different route which normally was a little
longer but with the traffic getting heavier as the door wore on it would
probably be significantly shorter in the end. When we hit some lighter
traffic he looked over at me and smiled.
“Kelly... you’re not mad that my mom bought that Mac for me, are you?”
Like DUH! Then I explained that I wasn't mad so much as jealous which only
made him grin all the more.
“You know, maybe we could work something out...” he started to say. I
waited, wondering where this was leading. Then it hit me. Oh crap...
“Don't EVEN think about it,” I said sharply before he could say anything else
that would only get him in trouble.
Not always one to take a hint, Steve started to protest saying I was being
unfair as I didn't even know what he was going to ask. Yeah, like I didn't
have a pretty darn good idea how the mind of a horny man works. True, I may
not understand the internal process but I certainly know the results as well
as how to manipulate a guy to get whatever I wanted. As Chris Rock is
notorious for saying, all men care about is food, sex and silence. “Feed me,
fuck me, shut the fuck up” I believe is pretty close quoting one of my
husband’s favorite comedians. That’s OK, it’s what makes women superior to
me - we’re not as predictable and thus easy to manipulate.
“I’m warning you Steve... I love you but don't even THINK about going there.”
He huffed as if he was being misunderstood but I knew I had to put a line in
the sand if I wasn’t going to have a sore ass again in the future. It’s a
very fine line between submitting to your husband and standing up for
yourself, one that took me a while to understand after our wedding. Like
many sins and temptations, I learned early on in our marriage that the best
way to deal with this sort of problem was to avoid it in the first place.
Like if he didn't even get the chance to ask me to let him fuck my ass then I
wouldn't be put in the position of having to submit to him (another
unintended pun... sorry!).
We both sat there quietly for the next couple of miles as my thoughts
swirled. I love Steve. I mean like OMG I REALLY love him! As his wife I
would do ANYTHING he asked me but that didn't mean I had to like it or that I
couldn't try to avoid it. I mean like this was dealing with one of my most
fundamental beliefs, right up there with some of my most deeply held
religious convictions. Growing up I was taught from my earliest childhood to
respect my parents and elders and I guess you could say it stuck.
Of course I wasn't perfect - just ask them! Still, when push came to shove,
especially as I grew older and could better understand my duties and
responsibilities as a daughter, I generally did my best to obey them.
Fortunately when I started having sex with my father I was old enough and
mature enough that I knew exactly what I was doing and what it meant,
something that I just can’t see happening with people who claim to have sex
with their kids at significantly younger ages. Thanks to my mother’s
teaching and guidance, at sixteen I clearly understood the importance of
submission and made a conscious and deliberate decision to follow my
Christian beliefs which meant pleasing my father in whatever manner he
required.
Those same principles now apply to my role as a Christian wife. I don’t care
what new-Age teachings and other such crap may say, according to the Bible my
husband is the head of our household. In the end it’s his decisions that are
final and it’s my duty to submit to him and his right to expect it. At the
same time, as my husband he has just as much responsibility to love me - in
fact the same as Christ loves his Church which is a pretty high standard I
would say! Finally, just because I’m charged to submit to him doesn’t give
him the right to abuse that privilege.
Still, we’re all human and it’s only natural that we fail at times. What
Steve did earlier had surprised me more than anything because it was the
first time I could ever remember when he purposely asked me to do something
sexually to which he KNEW I was opposed. Sure he’s asked me such things
before but this was the first time he played his “head of the household”
trump card. Because I DO love him I understood that this was something
unusual which is why I was now helping him to avoid a repeat performance.
Knowing how much Steve loved and respected me, I was sure that later when he
looked back at our discussion that he would be happy that I had kept him from
crossing the line again.
As things turned out, it didn't take as long as I thought...
“Baby, I’m really sorry,” he apologized. For a moment I thought he was going
to tear up but he kept his emotions under control as he went on to apologize
for what he’d done to me and begged for my forgiveness, swearing he would
never do such a thing again.
Well, I knew better than THAT - he was human after all and thus subject to
temptation. Still, I wasn't going to quibble and instead snuggled up next to
him and put my head on his shoulder while he wrapped his arm around me.
Finally we arrived at my dad’s house. Funny I guess in that I always refer
to it as his house even though he now shares it with my Aunt Linda. I guess
I’m correct from a legal perspective as it’s just his name on the deed (he’d
bought out my mom’s share as part of their divorce settlement). So far as
the rest of our family was concerned I knew that my two other aunts on my
dad’s side were aghast when Aunt Linda moved in practically on the heels of
my mother’s departure and I’m sure their tongues wagged incessantly. Not
that Aunt Linda ever seemed to care.
Steve parked at the bottom of the driveway which sloped from the front of the
lot down one story until it was level with the garage which had been added to
the back side of the basement. The deck was built above it and only
accessible from the kitchen upstairs which made it quite private - especially
given the privacy fence that surrounded it and protected it from prying
neighbors.
Aunt Linda must have been watching out for us on the security cameras as I
didn't see he in any of the windows as we drove up because she greeted us at
the basement door just as soon as I entered the code into the garage door
opener and we stepped into the garage.
“Hey! Happy birthday you old man!” she greeted us with open arms.
She was also totally nude which didn't surprise me in the least. While my
aunt may vehemently protest that she isn't a nudist, she does like to run
around the house nude whenever possible so in my book that made her one. It
was also a distinct difference between her and her older sister (my mom) in
that while Linda even enjoyed doing housework while naked, my mom was always
a bra and panties gal.
Interestingly, their daughters each grew up somewhat in between but with
different results. Kristi, for instance, was a topless girl. She was never
more happy then running around with nothing on top while she almost always
wore at least some sort of thong or panties. It could be something skimpier
than a stripper’s so long as she wore something. I was similar in principle
but in my case it was all about going bottomless. In the same manner as my
cousin, I really didn't care how much coverage my top provided just so long
as something was up there be it a T-shirt, a guy shirt, bikini top or in a
pinch, even a bra.
Poor Steve! It had taken quite a bit of an adjustment on his part at first
when we would visit my dad and aunt and she would be nude the whole time. I
guess growing up with it sort had desensitized me so it never even really
phased me. On the other hand, for Steve to see a naked MILF (and my aunt WAS
the very definition of a MILF), well it took quite a while before he didn't
get an instant erection. Not that my aunt minded. Indeed, she seemed to
take it as a compliment, even going out of her way to encourage him.
One thing was a little different though. Rather than going barefoot (rarely)
or wearing sneakers or flip flops (much more common), she was standing in a
pair of black pumps which elevated her almost to his height. One thing was
for sure, they certainly firmed up her legs and ass!
Neither of us made any mention of her lack of clothing - what would be the
point? Instead we entered the basement, made out way past the family room
and then up the stairs to the kitchen hallway and into the kitchen where we
all just stood and waited to see who would talk first.
“So Stevie, how’s your big day been so far?” my aunt asked, “How many times
have you screwed my slutty niece so far?
As I said earlier, subtlety must have been out of stock the day my Aunt Linda
was made.
She knew better than to ask such questions so I just assumed she was doing
her best to make conversation in her own unique manner. I glanced down at my
watch. Damn, we were running over an hour behind schedule. I excused myself
to the upstairs restroom where I quickly made a few calls. Didn't want his
next surprise to walk in too soon.
I was only gone maybe less than two or three minutes but evidently that had
been plenty of time for my aunt to do her thing. I walked back in the
kitchen and she was already squatting down with her butt resting on her
heels, my husband’s lovely dick in her mouth as it poked out over his pants
and underwear that had only been dropped low enough to free his already
impressive erection.
“Really?” I sighed. Sheesh, they couldn't wait just a few minutes for me to
finish?
Steve just twisted towards me and lifted his hand, palms up and shrugged.
“Hey, YOU try telling her no,” he said jokingly. Somehow I doubted he’d even
tried.
I hurriedly put my purse on the counter and reached inside to get my iPhone.
I needed to take at least a few pics of them for posterity. After all, it’s
not every day a guy turns thirty and gets blown by his wife’s favorite aunt.
Back at his mom’s I’d kept the phone tucked away in my purse as his mother
would never have allowed any recording of her making out with her son. Here
it was just the opposite. If anything I knew my aunt would insist on me
sending her copies!
It wasn't even five minutes before Steve came, squirting his cum all over my
aunt’s face and boobs which she then eagerly scooped up with her fingers and
licked them off with her tongue. Wow, he must have been REALLY horny to cum
that fast! Although I knew he would never admit it and would deny it
violently, the time he spent with his mom must have really gotten him horny.
He was always trying to minimize everything, saying they weren’t doing
anything any other mother and son would do but whenever he tried that line on
me I just rolled my eyes with an “Oh yeah, right” under my breath.
Even my aunt was a little surprised. I mean like it wasn't as if the two of
them didn't have a history. In all my family Steve fucked my aunt the most
and by a wide margin. That shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone as Steve loves
fucking MILFs and other than my mom, who would be the most sought-after MILF
but her sister? Actually I think... no make that I KNOW, that my guy loves
fucking older woman like my aunt even more than he does the little girls at
the family parties she takes him to. Sure there’s that sense of taboo and
sheer naughtiness that come with a twelve year-old girl eagerly bouncing on
his dick but for overall satisfaction, nothing beats an older woman. Well,
maybe an older teenage slut but then what normal man wouldn't say such as
girl was his ultimate fantasy?
“Damn Stevie, what got you all so touchy? That was one of the quickest times
I’ve ever seen you come other than with that cutie Jessie.”
Jessie? Now that was a name I wasn't familiar with so I assumed it must have
been one of the younger girls at some party or another which turned out to be
the case.
“God yes, now SHE was something else,” Steve sighed leaning his head back and
staring at the ceiling while his cock drooped, a small bead of cum hanging on
at the tip, “I think she could suck a guy’s head off if she wanted to. Which
reminds me, she ever start having sex yet?”
“Nope, believe it or not her parents still think she’s too young,” my aunt
replied, “Frankly I don't get it myself. It’s true that she’s small for her
age but she’s still ten years old for heaven’s sake. I mean really, why keep
putting off the inevitable? Hell, the Packers have let their Andrea loose
and she’s at least six months younger than Jessie - and smaller too.”
OK, so that was enough for me and I coughed into my hand to signal my
annoyance. My aunt wasn’t the only one who could lack subtlety at times.
My aunt turned to me and shook her head. “Sorry Kelly, didn't mean to get
going down that path in front of you but it IS your husband’s birthday after
all so a little compromise wouldn't hurt, would it?”
Sheesh, talk about a day of ups and downs. For just a moment I was about to
retort with something about how I was always the one doing the compromising
and that compromise technically took BOTH sides to give in a little. Instead
it seemed like I was the one doing all the compromising when it came to their
family parties and such. Then again, she was right. It WAS Steve’s birthday
so I could be a little less bitchy.
“Hey, just forget about me...,” I encouraged them as I snapped a quick one of
my aunt’s face, capturing the remains of my husband’s cum on her face that
she had missed.
“Gladly,” she came back with a grin and then looked at Steve and pointed at
him saying, “Fuck! Jesus Christ Steve, what the hell are you still doing
dressed? Just because your wife’s watching doesn’t mean you have to get all
shy.”
Yeah, like my husband was ever shy about showing off his body. Then again,
he was a stud so why not? It was one of the things that made me so proud to
date him back in high school. I don't mean in that muscle-beach type of look
but more like a guy from the LL Bean catalog - ruggedly handsome!
As for that crack about me watching, what she meant was that probably at
least nine times out of ten (and that’s being conservative) I never am there
to watch them have sex. Typically he fucks her one of two different times -
when he’s with me when I visit my dad or when they go as a couple to various
family parties. Steve doesn’t like seeing me and my dad together like that
so while my dad takes me to the bedroom or hot tub, Steve and my aunt head
for my old bedroom or the family room to do their thing out of sight from us.
Given that these days I rarely go with when they party with other families, I
also miss out on seeing them together. I don't mean AT the party - incest
(even if not blood-line) isn’t allowed as a rule so usually they enjoy a
“nightcap” afterwards.
So for the next hour or so that’s exactly what they did - ignore me. Well,
not totally as a few times while he was fucking my aunt, Steve would turn for
me as if posing for a shot like some porn star. Once in a while he’d even
twist his muscled torso such that I could get a good shot of his dick halfway
in her hairy pussy, just like the pros. Later when we were back home and
looking though them he told me that having me there taking pics made it all
the better. Yep, not a shy bone in his firm strong body.
One good thing about Steve cumming so quick - he held out for a long time
before the next. He was even able to give me plenty of warning such that I
got the perfect video of his dick pulling out of her, squirting cum as it
did. He timed it just right so the first shot went off in her and then he
was pulling out just as the second one erupted. Damn, I should be a film
director!
“Now don't forget that I want copies of everything,” my aunt barely got out
as she laid there in the middle of the formal living room, her legs spread
wide with my husband’s cum covering her bush and lower stomach. For a moment
I almost got down to help clean her off but decided to hold off and let this
be totally Steve’s moment.
Then I remembered that actually she already had them. Oh the wonders of
modern technology and Steve Jobs! Since I was at my dad’s house my phone was
tied in to his network and whatever I had on my phone was shared with him.
You’ve just gotta love Apple!
Note - It wasn't until before church the next day when I stopped by
for our traditional pre-service fuck that my dad told me he was
able to watch everything from work as well as I took the pics!
Not sure how he did it but he seemed quite pleased with
himself.
“I need a shower,” Steve declared and he headed up the stairs for the
bathroom leaving the two of us behind in the living room.
Once he was upstairs and I heard the shower running, I sat down on the floor
next to my aunt who was still panting. Well, given the way the two of them
had been going at it without so much as a break, I had to give the old lady
credit!
“So when’s she getting here?” she asked me.
I checked my watch for the umpteenth time. “Any time now. She had to pick
up the cake - that was pretty dirty pawning that off on your dumb daughter
you know.”
“Hey, what good is it having kids if you can’t take advantage of them now and
then?” she joked, or at least I thought she was joking.
Chapter 6 - My Cousin Kristi Joins In
=====================================
I peeked through the front curtains just in time to see my cousin’s car
pulling up to the curb. Kristi got out and ran around to the driver’s door
to give her husband a kiss. Then he popped the trunk and she reached in and
brought out the cake. I gasped when she almost stumbled on the curve but
thankfully she held her balance and made it to the door where I was waiting,
holding it open for her.
“Sheesh Kristi, trying to give me a heart attack?” I teased her.
“Hey, YOU try maneuvering with this thing!” she retorted as she hurried to
the kitchen where she placed the cake on the center of the table.
“Now I know why my mom dumped this on me,” she whined, “Crap, what did they
make this out of, cement?”
She took off her jacket and tossed it over the back of one of the chairs.
“So where’s the birthday boy?” she asked eagerly, “All I know is he better be
already naked.”
I explained to her about how we were running late and that he’d just finished
with her mom and was now upstairs showering.
“Hmmmmmm, so he has no idea about me?”
I shook my head and then she asked why we were so far behind schedule. I
made a rather oblique reference to being delayed at his mother’s place to
which she grinned. I’d explained to her before the rather “unique”
relationship between Steve and his mom and Kristi was even more perplexed
than I was about it.
“You know, that’s just plain bizarre,” she giggled, “Then again, I’d LOVE to
watch them some time. Do you think they’d mind an audience?”
I punched her playfully. She knew the answer to that full well. She ASLO
knew better than to even ask it in the first place.
“Whatever,” she sighed melodramatically, “I just don't understand why the
hell he just doesn’t do her and get it over with. You SURE they just don't
wait until you’re not watching and this whole things is like some cruel
practical joke on you?”
Then she got that nasty grin she always gets when she’s thinking of something
sexual - which is most of the time when it comes to my cousin. People claim
that men are obsessed with sex more than women. Maybe in general but I’d put
up my cousin against any guy. When it came to Kristi, I think it would be a
lot easy to measure how much time she does NOT think about sex.
“Actually, if I was his mom I’d of been all over that a long time ago!”
We both laughed at that just as her mom walked in, wiping herself off with a
dishtowel she’d borrowed from the kitchen.
“Your turn my dearest daughter,” she said with a grin as she high-fived
Kristi like a tag team match, “That is, if the poor guy has anything left
after me. Really, when was the last he fucked you anyway? Seems like ages
ago unless you just haven’t told me about it.”
As Kristi put her finger to her lips in a classic “I’m thinking” pose, I
found myself wondering the same thing. Like when I was dating Steve as a
teenager it seemed he was also hot for her, even if he didn’t fuck her. Ever
since he moved back and we got married it was more her mom’s tail he was
chasing. Personally, although I never had told Kristi about this, I think it
was more her “career choices” than anything. Steve certainly didn't mind a
girl with some “history” (thank god for me) but Kristi’s prostitution days
were a total turn-off for him. It’s like in his rule book it’s OK for a girl
to fuck a dozen guys at a party just so long as she isn’t being paid for it.
Personally I thought he was being a little hypocritical but if that’s the
worse trait I ever find in him, I can live with that.
“Whatever, it doesn’t matter,” she finally blurted out. Then she looked up
at the ceiling where we could still hear the shower running. “What the fuck
anyway, how long does your husband need to shower? Mine would have been out
of there long ago.”
I just shrugged. With Steve that was impossible to answer. Sometimes it was
two minutes, another time it was an hour - assuming the hot water held out.
No doubt he thought he was finished with sex for the day, or at least for a
while having just exhausted my aunt. So if that was the case, why be in a
hurry?
“You know, screw it, I’m heading up there,” Kristi declared. Neither her mom
or I protested nor do I think it would have mattered if we had. When Kristi
gets that airheaded mind of hers set on something, especially when it had
anything to do with sex, you needed dynamite to change it.
I almost said something about waiting for the cake as that had been the
original plan but then I guess it really didn't matter what order we took
things in so I just watched as she made her way quickly up the stairs with me
and her mom close behind.
Outside the bathroom door, which Steve had partially closed but left a crack
open for whatever reason, Kristi quickly stripped, leaving a small pile of
clothes by the door. She’d only been wearing a pair of shorts and a cami
other than her heels. Sometimes I had to wonder if she even owned any
underwear!
Aunt Linda and I crowded together at the door, watching as my cousin opened
the shower curtain and stepped in the tub without saying a word. I did
manage to get off one shot of her half way in and out but that was about it
for the moment so long as the shower was running and the curtain stayed shut.
“Whoa!” I heard Steve exclaim.
Smiling, I knew he would never have been expecting Kristi, especially since
it had been so long since he’d last fucked her. Come to think of it, this
would be only the third time since she got married. Not that her husband
would care. Heck, he was a client of hers back when she was whoring - and he
was married at the time as well. Thankfully there had been no kids to make
things messy when he told his wife he was leaving her for a prostitute.
Steve stuck his head out of the curtain and grinned at me saying, “Holy crap
Kelly, you trying to kill me now that I’m thirty?”
“Just shut up and fuck my cousin,” I threw back at him, laughing so hard I
had a hard time holding my phone still to snap a photo of him.
“Well if you insist,” he replied. Yeah, as if THAT was such a chore.
I heard the shower stop and then Kristi pulled open the shower curtain to
give her mom and me a view. Yeah, she was still a pro and when it came to
putting on a sex show there was none better in Pittsburgh - just ask her old
agent.
They were both soaked with Kristi’s hair wet and pulled back. She wasted no
time squatting down to get to work on Steve’s dick which was not exactly
rising to the occasion as fast as usual. Well, if anyone could come close to
my cock-sucking skills I would have to give that to my cousin. In fact,
Kristi was the only girl I knew that had sucked more dicks than me, or even
come close for that matter!
Steve’s wet pubic hair was mashed down to his crotch, making his dick appear
even longer than usual. Kristi was working him alright, playing with his
balls and using her tongue like a maestro. I had to say that I don't usually
get all that excited watching Steve having sex with another girl but seeing
him with my aunt had been HOT and now seeing him with her only daughter was
even hotter. The family relationship also added an extra bit of flavor to
the mix. Whatever the reason, I was feeling soaking wet watching her do my
guy. Had my aunt started touching me I think I might have orgasmed right
then and there but she was just as mesmerized watching her daughter doing
Steve as I was.
Steve might have turned thirty today but he was also saying that he wasn't
ready for the purple pills yet. Yes indeed, THAT boast was confirmed as his
dick swelled in her mouth and hand as she stroked him and sucked on the
bulbous head. Slowly but steadily his shaft grew thicker and longer until
finally she could hold it with her entire hand and still have plenty to put
in her mouth.
Finally Kristi seemed happy that Steve’s dick was ready although I think in
his mind he’d been ready long before. She pulled her mouth off of him and
said the two words EVERY man wants to hear - fuck me.
She didn't have to ask twice. Steve lifted Kristi up by her upper arms and
twisted her around to face the tiled wall opposite the shower head. As for
Kristi, she needed no prompting or direction. She leaned forward with her
palms against the tile, shifting her feet back towards Steve, spreading them
apart as far as the tub would allow and then lifting her ridiculously hot ass
to show off her ready and willing shaved pussy.
“Fuck her... come on, fuck her,” my aunt whispered under her breath so low
that I could barely hear her and her head was right next to mine.
Steve didn't hear her of course and in any case to my surprise he had his own
idea of what to do next and it didn't, at least for the moment, include
fucking my cousin. Instead, he kneeled down on the rubber shower mat and
used both hands to spread her dripping wet ass even further apart before
burying his face in her tight butt.
“God... yesssssss!” Kristi moaned loudly as his talented tongue flickered
against her asshole.
Steve wasn't allowed to do that with me, or at least not unless he wanted to
wait until he disinfected his face before kissing me again, so why not take
advantage of the one girl in our family who liked anal more than anyone?
Full Disclosure in that I was the only one amongst the four of us that Steve
usually fucked in my family that didn't like it but Kristi was the without
question one who seemed to appreciate it the most.
As Steve licked her hole he pushed in one and then two fingers into her wet
pussy, stroking them in and out as he teased her asshole with his
outstretched tongue. Kristi was humping her butt so hard I don't know how he
kept his face in there!
“OK, that’s enough of that, fuck the little bitch,” my aunt practically
hissed next to my ear, evidently becoming impatient with the slow pace of my
husband.
I should be clear, my aunt was always calling Kristi some name or another so
I took the “B” word with a grain of salt. It just showed her level of
horniness as in general the hotter she got the coarser her language became.
Actually, “bitch” was pretty mild compared to some other pet names she kept
on hand for her only daughter.
“Finally!” she sighed, this time a little louder. The bathroom echoed
terribly - as I’d learned way back when I was a little girl and started
masturbating in the shower, totally unaware of how the sounds carried out to
my amused parents.
“Hey, quite worrying mom, I’m getting there!” Steve called back over his
shoulder as he stood and held his still stiff dick in his hand right up next
to Kristi’s butt. The grin on his face and the light tone of voice served to
reveal the amusement he seemed to be feeling teasing my aunt. Yeah,
sometimes guys really do know the right buttons to push as well.
Indeed, my incredible husband seemed determined to tease all three of us as
much as possible. He already had my aunt on edge, waiting for him to drill
her daughter. It was nothing new as she’d started handing Kristi over to
other men as soon as she thought Kristi could take their dicks without being
injured. Now, almost twenty years later, she still seemed to get as much
excitement and pleasure from watching her daughter being fucked sex as ever.
It wasn't just my aunt that Steve was teasing. Poor Kristi must have been
going nuts wondering which hole he was going to use. Steve was gripping his
dick by the base, directing the tip first against her asshole, then against
her pussy hole. Steve was missing back and forth between them, sometimes
even giving a little push until the tip was barely inside. I had to give my
husband a lot of credit for his self-restraint as I figured he’d never go so
long without pushing it all the way - whichever one he chose.
Then there was me. I decided to get a little more comfortable so took
advantage of the opportunity to move inside the bathroom and take a seat on
the toilet (the lid was closed). It gave me a ringside seat to the bathtub
across from me where Steve was no posing as I took first a shot of him
pushing into her asshole and then another of the same with her pussy. I knew
what he was doing even if the other two didn’t have a clue as to what had
transpired earlier this morning. God, it was like days ago, not just less
than twelve hours away!
“Well?” he asked me as both he and Kristi turned to look at me. I knew what
he wanted - for me to tell him where to fuck her first. I say first because
there was all likelihood that he wouldn't be happy until he’d done both so it
was just a question of which one first.
If there was one thing that repulsed me more than anal sex, it was having
vaginal sex immediately afterward. I know some people don't seem to mind but
to me it’s an incredibly unsanitary practice. I knew that Kristi didn't care
but it would likely spoil everything for me if her did that to her so I took
advantage of his offer to choose.
“Her cunt... fuck her cunt first.”
If there’s one word I hate when it comes to describing my pussy, it’s “cunt”.
I don’t know why, just do. I guess it’s like saying “fuck” in that it’s not
the word that’s bad but the meaning behind it. I say fuck all the time but
it’s not to curse but rather to describe a sex act so I don't feel I’m
swearing when I say it. When it some to the word cunt though, it only has
one meaning and it’s always bad. Still, for whatever reason I knew both my
aunt and my cousin seemed to get off talking dirty so I used it for her sake
even though I felt a little dirty saying it - and not in a good way
Aunt Linda had come in and was standing next to me as the moment she’d been
waiting for had arrived.
“Get a close-up,” she urged me, pushing me in the middle of my back towards
the tub.
I leaned forward until I was as close as I could get and still have an idea
of what I was looking at. Steve took that as his cue and just as I asked, he
slipped his rigid dick into my cousin’s welcoming pussy.
Two moans and one groan emerged as Steve pushed it hard into her until he was
buried in her all the way to the base of his cock. The groan of course was
from my husband as my cousin’s pussy enveloped his cock. While not as tight
as mine (she was much more into large toys than me and those take their toll
over time), she was still only 26 and as such had a good grip on him. The
moans came almost simultaneously as Kristi’s head lifted back more and more
as Steve rammed his dick in her while her mom started to masturbate and moan
watching her “little girl” getting laid.
Steve fucked Kristi for just a few minutes that way which was plenty for me
to get some pretty good shots. Then, just as I’d expected, he switched to
her asshole. I’m sure he loved fucking her pussy but that ass must have been
driving him insane knowing Kristi wanted him in it as much as he did.
Aunt Linda was leaning against the sink now, one hand between her legs
masturbating while the other was cupping her boob and toying with her
nipples. I turned and got off a couple shots knowing that Steve would likely
be masturbating to them sometime in the near future. Then I thought better
and switched it to video, alternating between my aunt masturbating and my
husband fucking her daughter’s ass. I smiled to myself knowing that THIS
would get him stroking tomorrow!
“Why not join in?” I suggested to her.
At first I didn't think she could hear me the way her attention seemed
totally focused on the sex act in front of her. Then she seemed to come out
of her trance and moved towards the tub without saying a word. Kristi, seeing
her mom approach, lifted up and let my aunt move in between her and the wall.
Steve didn't stop his stroking but did somehow manage to move back in sync
with Kristi.
Kristi leaned back towards her mom, sucking on her breasts and taking her
mom’s nipples into her mouth, gripping them with her teeth and tugging - not
always that gentle either. Aunt Linda seemed to love it!
“Harder,” she gasped as Kristi pulled on her nipple with her teeth.
At the same time she put one hand between her mom’s legs, pushing a finger up
into her hairy pussy. It was a scene so hot I almost forgot about my iPhone
and I quickly snapped a few before I missed it. God, what would my dad say
if he saw this pic with Kristi in the middle as my husband fucked her ass
while she fingered her mother’s pussy?
Kristi was cumming - hard. She had her eyes tightly shut while resting her
head against her mother’s stomach. Both hands were on her mom’s hips as she
used her mother for support as Steve kept banging away on her.
“That’s it baby girl, cum... cum for your mommy,” Aunt Linda encouraged her
as she held Kristi by the head with both hands.
Whether it was Kristi cumming, listening to her mother, the act of Steve
fucking my cousin’s ass, or a combination of everything, Steve was on the
verge as well. He pulled out of her ass suddenly and started stroking his
rock hard cock vigorously.
“Fuck yeah!” he groaned as yet another load of sperm erupted.
Oh my God, I was so proud of my husband! Like how many men his age could
even cum again after all he’d been through, let alone shoot his first load
all the way to the back of Kristi’s head! The following ones didn't have
quite the distance but landed a respectable ways onto her back and then her
ass.
“A little shampoo?” my aunt laughed as she smeared his cum into Kristi’s wet
hair. Well, if nothing else she was going to need some REAL shampoo now. As
hot as it may have looked on the video later, having a load of cum in your
hair is NOT all that much fun later on when you’re trying to wash it out.
Kristi staggered to her feet, her face beet red. “Oh Wow!” was all she could
get out as she stumbled and Steve had to grab her before she collapsed.
My aunt stood up and let out a deep breath. “Damn, now THAT was good!”
I had to agree with her and if anyone were to later disagree, well I had the
whole finale on video to prove it!
Everyone eventually got their wits about them. The three of them had to all
shower again but this time without the extracurricular activities. We ended
up in the bedroom, the four of us laying about on the king-sized bed. It was
a little odd being the only one dressed but in a way that seemed more
appropriate. I hadn't brought Steve here to have sex with me after all.
“I have to hand it to you Kelly, this was the most incredible birthday party
I’ve ever had,” Steve congratulated me, leaning over to give me a kiss as he
tweaked my boob teasingly.
“What, you think that’s all?” I replied, trying to act shocked as if how
could he say such a thing.
For just a moment Steve looked perplexed but then a broad grin broke out.
You’ve GOT to be kidding me,” he groaned. “God Kelly, I’m not sixteen
anymore you know.”
Then he perked up, or at least his eyebrows did. His poor dick was pretty
flaccid at the moment.
“Oh god... it wouldn't be Tammy, would it?”
Now there were actually two Tammy’s he might be talking about but I knew
which one he meant. The first Tammy that came to mind was my mom’s best
friend. She lived out in Oregon which is why my mom moved out there after
the divorce. Happily married with a couple of handsome sons, she’d never had
sex with another man (I mean NO other man) until she was visiting us and did
it with my dad. Similarly, the two if us had sex a few times as well which
constituted most of her lesbian experiences other than with my mom. She even
eventually learned about me having sex with dad and while she would never
entertain such thoughts about her own sons, she seemed to accept what we did
better than I’d thought she would and even watched my dad fuck me a couple of
times.
No, the Tammy that Steve was started to actually get hard about again (just
to show what she meant to him) was my cousin Tammy, the youngest daughter of
my father’s younger brother. Thanks in no small part to me, Tammy had lost
her virginity to my father back when she was fourteen and then did it later
with her own dad and brother. Throughout high school she was a bit of a slut
(nowhere in my league but adequate in her own way) choosing primarily to play
with her brother and his friends. Then she went off to college and met a
really nice guy which seemed to settle her down. Once she started having sex
with her boyfriend she stopped with the incestual sex so by the time Steve
got back in the picture she would tease him but that was about it. It was
one of Steve’s dreams to fuck her and no doubt he thought his dream was about
to come true.
Unfortunately it wasn't.
“You silly goose,” I said as I playfully slapped at his dick which was
noticeably larger, “Haven’t I provided you with enough pussy for one day?”
Unsaid of course was that he’d had the opportunity for yet another but hadn't
taken advantage of it.
Poor Steve. In like an instant he went from perky and alert to deflated and
slumped over.
“Hey, don't look so sad,” I said, trying to make him feel better, “I DO have
another surprise for you though.”
I jumped off the bed and rushed downstairs. The it hit me - where the heck
were the candles? When it came to keeping house, my mom and her sister
couldn't be more different so when I looked in the drawers where such things
had been kept most of my life, nothing to be found. Oh well, he would just
have to go without.
Crap! Where was my head at. Half way up the stairs I realized I didn't have
anything to cut it or eat it with so back down the stairs again. This time
the options were fewer so I didn't have any problems finding what I wanted.
“Happy Birthday honey!” I cried out as I finally entered the room with his
cake.
If anyone had anything to say about the lack of candles at least they kept it
to themselves. We enjoyed the cake, making a bit of a mess on the bed but
then that was my aunt’s problem to deal with later. Just then my phone
dinged - someone had just texted me.
“Really Kelly, can’t you live without that thing for just an hour?” Aunt
Linda sighed deeply.
I just glared at her but then we both broke out in laughter. It was a
running joke between us so I knew that nothing was meant bad by any of her
comments.
Steve tried to lean over to see what the message was but I pulled the phone
back like Lucy yanking the football out from under Charlie Brown.
“Hey, you know better buster,” I admonished him. Indeed, if there was one
thing I kept private, it was my phone.
I excused myself, saying I had to use the restroom but I don't think any of
them believed me but then so what? I wanted to be alone and it accomplished
my purpose.
The text had simply - “ready”. It was the “who” that made it interesting.
Whether or not Steve would have figured out what was meant by the message was
debatable. Most likely he would be suspicious but I doubted he would
recognize the addy. However, he WOULD certainly recognize the face that
popped up on my phone that was associated with the caller... my very best
friend in the entire world.
Beth.
Chapter 7 - My Best Friend Provides the Finale
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With the bathroom door closed I quickly dialed and Beth immediately answered.
“All set?” I asked cryptically in case Steve was listening.
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” I heard her giggle on the other end, “No rush
though, I could do this all night.”
I cracked open the door to the bathroom to be sure nobody could see me and
then hustled across the hallway to my old bedroom, praying the old wood
floors wouldn’t squeak and give me away. Moving over to the back window I
looked down at the deck below me and sure enough, the hot tub was running and
who was in it but none other than Beth!
She was laying back in the corner of the tub facing away from me so she
didn't see me peeking out. Suddenly I felt a twinge between my legs as vivid
memories of that night so many years ago, almost twelve now if that was
possible, when I’d come home unexpectedly early from a party only to find
myself play Peeping Tom while my parents were making love in the very same
place that Beth was now relaxing. Well, my dad had replaced the tub since
then but the general location was the same.
People ask me all the time what changed such that I started having sex with
my dad. Most people seem to assume he’d done something similar to what my
grandfather had done with his two daughters. He’d taken my mom first in her
bed one night when he was too horny to think straight. She was fourteen at
the time but her younger sister Linda was taken by him shortly after even
though she was just twelve at the time. Unlike me and my dad, it wasn't like
they had a lot of say in the matter either.
Well, in my case it was a LOT different. Even though I learned later that my
dad had been dying to fuck me for years, he never pushed me into doing
anything. Yes, the opportunities were provided. In fact, some people would
call what they did “grooming” but that sounds way too manipulative to me. In
any case, they left it up to me to open the door. As a result, although I’d
been engaged in a rather active sex life for two years by then, the idea of
me doing it with my dad never once crossed my mind until that moment at my
bedroom window.
Some people find this hard to believe but it was the first time I’d ever seen
my parents making love. Oh sure, they masturbated with the door open but it
was always shut when they had sex. So what happened that night to me was
what some people would call a paradigm shift (watch The Big Bang Theory if
you don’t know what that means). Sure, I’d been having sex with all sorts of
boys by then but it was just for fun and to feel good, not to mention a great
way to be popular. Now I saw another side of sex, something totally
different - a most intimate demonstration of the love and respect someone has
for another. My dad wasn't fucking my mom, he was making love to her.
I loved my dad. I respected him as much as anyone else in the world. But at
that moment my heart burst as I realized I’d never truly SHOWN him just how
much I loved and respected him. Oh sure I tried to be a good daughter (most
of the time) and tell him how I felt about him, but now I saw how I could go
so far beyond all that and SHOW him. I wanted to give him the most sacred
and intimate gift of all - ME.
Well, without going on about all that any more, that was what led to me
having sex with my dad not too long after that. Seeing Beth there also
reminded me of the first time my dad fucked her, again almost in that exact
same spot. It was more significant than most people might imagine as to the
best of my knowledge Beth was the first girl he’d had sex with since marrying
my mom (that was not part of our family).
OK, so that particular spot in the hot tub had a lot of memories for me, not
to mention God only knows how many times I’d had sex there or even just spent
the evening masturbating. I felt the excitement grow as I knew before long,
yet another memory would be added...
“OK, so what was all THAT about?” Steve inquired when I finally re-entered
the bedroom.
Looking past him, I saw that Kristi had instinctively nestled up against her
mom who was lovingly fondling her with her fingertips. I suppose it just
came natural considering they’d shared the same bed from the time her father
had left when she was two. Still, I always thought it was a little hot just
in the way they seemed to get into this sort of thing with what seemed to be
no real thought or effort - it just happened.
Rather than answer I put one knee up on the bed and reached out for his dick.
Steve didn't make any effort to push me away or move out of reach but then
why would he? I suppose it didn't hurt that my sundress rode up to expose
my bare bottom. Tugging on it gently, I grinned at him and I think he
realized at that moment that his birthday party wasn't quite over yet.
“Oh fuck Kelly, NOW who do you have for me?” he groaned suspiciously loud.
Yeah, like he was really worried.
“Well, rather than tell you, why not go out back on the deck and find out for
yourself?” I said teasingly.
Both Kristi and her mom were smiling - they knew my plans. Steve, on the
other hand, didn't have a clue. So far I think he could’ve somewhat
predicted the events, or at least the people involved. Not so with Beth in
that he’d NEVER have guessed that she would be involved, at least not today.
It wasn't that Beth was a prude or that she and Steve didn't have any
history. Oh no, quite the opposite in fact. Beth was having sex with Steve
long before me, aided by her early budding breasts that drew the high school
boys like moths to a flame. Interestingly enough, one of those boys happened
to be my current husband! It was a point she never let me forget once I
started dating Steve and having sex with him and then so many years later
marrying him. Yes, she’d had him first but sometimes she could get a little
annoying about it.
When Steve returned to Pittsburgh a few years back with his mom, one of the
first girls he’d fucked after me had been Beth. Beth and I had been friends
since I could remember so it wasn't unusual for us to be having sex with the
same guys, sometimes even at the same time. Interestingly, she didn't seem
to have the same rep as I did in high school for being a total slut but I
guess that was because she didn't flaunt herself quite as much. Yeah, she
loved showing off those boobs but with hers she could do that in a
sweatshirt!
Another key difference between us is that while I don't mind a good gang-bang
now and then, my real preference is for one-to-one sex. On the other hand,
Beth has always been more into the party and orgy scene, rarely going out
with a guy alone for sex. She’s pulled me into a number of her sex parties
over the years and while they have been fun at times, usually I would look
back afterwards and realize how empty they left me feeling when compared to
having a guy focus just on me all night.
I mentioned that Beth was the first girl my dad fucked outside of marriage,
technically committing adultery but my mom managed to rationalize it somehow
since she was watching from my bedroom window while my dad did Beth in front
of me in the hot tub. At the time he didn't do me and Beth had no idea he
had been. It wasn't later until after I’d seduced her father (a one-time
thing) that I revealed to her the truth by having her do a repeat performance
in the hot tub, only this time my dad did me as well. So Beth was fully
aware these days about everything I did which made life a lot easier.
Beth had also gotten married recently, about six months after I did. Steve
and I have swapped with her and her husband just a couple of times but it
wasn't something we pushed. Being my best friend, Beth was actually the one
close girlfriend that I was the least sexually involved with while growing
up. We didn't even masturbate together all that much, certainly nowhere near
as much as I did with Kristi. It was like our friendship was so tight that
to bring in sex was something we both were worried might ruin what we had. I
know, sounds silly now and we probably wasted a lot of good opportunities,
but that’s how it was with us.
So Steve was now heading for the deck with no idea who was waiting for him
but I could imagine he had some ideas. I only hoped that he still wasn't
hoping that it would be little cousin Tammy (although not so little anymore
as a college girl) and didn't let Beth see any disappointment on his face
when he saw who it was.
Well, as it turned out I need not have worried. I tried to keep up with him
but he was faster than me and was out on the deck before I got to the kitchen
door. Damn, I missed his initial reaction! Oh well, regardless he seemed
quite pleased at my next surprise for him. Steve didn’t hesitate for a
moment but got in the hot water as fast as he could to take a seat next to my
naked best friend.
“Well?” was all I said as I stepped out, crossing my arms as I waited for an
answer. It wasn't like he didn't know what I was asking about.
“Fuck Kelly, you’re too much sometimes,” he laughed and then turned to Beth
to add, “You DO know what she’s all had planned out so far I hope?”
Beth just nodded, not having said a word yet, or at least not with me there.
Steve was already fondling her large natural breasts. God, it was like they
had some sort of magnetic force over a guy’s hands whenever she was next to
one.
“OK then, I’ll do my best but Little Steve hasn’t been asked to perform like
this in a longgggg time!”
Oh crap, again I wondered where my head was at! I’d left my phone upstairs!
Then I looked up to my bedroom window and who did I see but my aunt and
cousin looking down. My Aunt Linda held up my phone and I saw that she was
already taking matters into her own hands. I breathed a sigh of relief as
one of the final presents I wanted to give Steve was a DVD filled with the
events of his 30th birthday.
Beth looked over at me and waved as I took a seat on one of the deck chairs
to watch.
“What’s the matter Kelly, not going to join in?” she called over to me.
I’d considered this earlier when planning everything and had decided from the
start that I was going to wait until everything was said and done and Steve
and I returned home before I had sex with him again. All this was just
something I wanted to give to him and let HIM be the focus of attention. I
feared that if I got too involved that it wouldn’t be all about him anymore.
Sad to say, it would probably be ME that drove it that way as I didn’t trust
myself in such situations.
So I just waved back and called back, telling her to enjoy herself. As I
watched them get started, I wondered how often she’d done something like this
after her marriage. So far as she’d told me, she’d stayed loyal to her new
husband except for parties and even then they both always went together. I
knew Steve held a special place in her heart and while I was never really
jealous of her, I knew when he looked at her he saw something different than
he did in any other girl but me. Indeed, it was telling in how quickly he
was able to regain his erection!
Steve was sitting now on the edge of the tub, his feet and most of his legs
underwater but his dick was well above the water line and looked to be
amazingly hard yet again. Damn, I was once again so proud of my husband! I
know a lot of women even at my age that would kill to have a husband with his
kind of recovery. Of course today was a little special and I imagine that
didn't hurt but still, it was pretty incredible.
Beth soon started rubbing Steve’s dick between her large boobs, pushing them
together with her hands such that they completed surrounded his dick as she
moved them up and down his shaft. While I must say that these days I’m quite
satisfied with mine, seeing how Steve was getting off from it made me wish
mine could be a little bigger for just a little while so I could do it to him
like she was. Yeah, I tried with mine and Steve was kind enough not to
compare, but there was nothing I could do with mine to measure up to Beth’s
at the moment.
As Steve leaned back and let her go to work, Beth lowered her head and took
the head of his dick in her mouth while she pushed her boobs down on the
shaft, letting it go in and out between her lips as she stroked his dick.
From the way Steve was moaning, he was loving it!
Looking back up at my bedroom window, I noticed it was empty again. Oh well,
I guess they must have gotten bored watching and decided to get back in bed
together. I enjoyed sex with my mom but it wasn’t something we ever did a
lot. Kristi, on the other hand, seemed to be constantly doing it with her
mother but then she didn't have a dad growing up so I guess that was a large
part of it. My dad had tried to help out when she was older after I left for
college but by then it was too late to change her habits.
Before long they’d switched places and Steve was eating her pussy. Hmmm, she
was a lot hairier than I’d ever seen her before! I was going to have to ask
her about that afterwards to see what the story was. With the water from the
hot tub matting it down I wasn't sure how much was really there. Oh well,
something to talk about later I guess. My guess it was probably something
her husband had pressed as I knew that not every guy liked the bald pussy
look. Even Steve now and then would watch some porn from the eighties and
comment how hot it was to see a hairy bush.
For the most part, the next half hour or so was what I would call “routine”,
if watching your husband fuck your married best friend could ever be called
that. Granted, sex in a hot tub can be hot at times (no pun intended) but
it DOES somewhat limit what you can do, at least without drowning. Steve
mostly did her from behind while she leaned over the edge looking at me. I
loved seeing the look in my friend’s face as she orgasmed and then came again
thanks to my husband’s cock in her.
When Steve eventually did cum Beth was quick to twist around and take it on
her face and boobs. That was the one concession she made to marriage - she
didn't let guys cum in her anymore, or at least if she could help it. I had
to give her credit as that wasn't something I could ever limit myself to.
Heck, for me THAT was one of the best parts of having sex!
Steve didn't exactly have his usual output but then who could blame him after
all the sperm he’d already pumped out today. It was still respectable, as
much as some guys squirt the first time, so she seemed satisfied. They
quickly kissed while she washed off the sperm in the hot water and then they
both got out with Steve giving her a hand as she still seemed a little
wobbly.
“Thanks babe,” she said to him as they approached me. Steve just smiled and
leaned over to kiss her briefly as he squeezed her bottom with one hand.
“So tell me honey, did I do good today?” I asked sweetly.
Steve rolled his eyes, puffed his cheeks and then blew out a big breath.
“All I can say is this had better be it, I don't think I can cum again for a
week!”
Beth turned and grabbed his now already flaccid dick. Damn, he shrunk fast!
“Oh???? Is that a challenge?” she asked, tugging gently on him and licking
her lips. She was just teasing - I hoped.
“Well he better be wrong,” I heard coming from the kitchen and then my aunt
walked out. She was still nude - and would be I was sure until she had to
leave the house. Kristi was behind her, naked as well but then that didn't
shock me either. I couldn't help but smirk. Now it was THREE naked girls,
one naked husband, and me still dressed.
We all looked at my aunt as she came out with her phone in her hand.
“OK guy, your wife may be through with you but now your mine!” she said
saucily, “Get that damn fine ass dressed ‘cause we’re heading out in ten
minutes. The party starts in less than an hour and you know I like to be
there when it begins.”
What the hell? She’d never even hinted at this with me. I looked over at
Kristi who had to know this was coming but she just shrugged and tried to
play like she was as surprised as I was. Poor Steve, I knew he wanted to go
to the party - he would ALWAYS accept such an invitation regardless of the
notice given, Still, he looked at me and I knew he was afraid that I might
be upset at him leaving for the rest of his birthday.
Yes, I DID have plans for an evening together after a full day of outrageous
sex. Yes, it sort of pissed me off my aunt would plan this behind my back,
knowing I wouldn’t want to go with them. But then I guess that’s what comes
with the territory when you marry a sexual guy like Steve. No matter how it
made me feel, the last thing I was going to do was tell him I was
disappointed and make him have to turn down the invitation.
My aunt and Steve hustled back to the house to get cleaned up and dressed,
leaving me with my best friend and hot cousin. They each took a towel and
spread it out on one of the other chairs and took a seat at the round glass
patio table with me.
“So now you have to tell me, how did things go today?” Beth asked, acting as
thought nothing had just happened.
Well, maybe that was for the best as for the next couple of hours we talked
about everything that had happened and then moved on to an evening of
reminiscing about our high school years. I even had a little wine, something
I rarely indulge in. We’d quickly moved back in the house as it was chilly
outside. Kristi put on her usual panties while Beth grabbed one of my dad’s
shirts.
Interestingly I don't think any of us ever even considered having sex. It
was more like three close friends spending an evening together sharing mutual
experiences and a few new stories were even confessed.
Chapter 8 - A Fitting Ending
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Later that night I was sleeping in bed when my husband slipped in under the
sheets next to me. He stunk of sex so I guess he hadn't bothered showering
but it wasn't all that bad. If anything he smelled sexy.
“Have a good night honey?” I asked sleepily.
I couldn't see his face in the dark but I could hear the joy in his voice.
“Yeah, I had a good time. Do you remember Jill, the little blonde with the
short hair?”
I knew where this was going so I just reached up and put a finger to his
sleeps, indicating that he really didn't need to tell me. Yes, I DID
remember the young girl he was referring to. Another time and I might have
even giggled as I thought about what a crush he had on her from the moment he
first laid eyes on her. Her father was pretty protective, keeping a close
eye on her at all times, but then who could blame him for being concerned
about his daughter who couldn't have been older than ten or eleven at the
time.
“Please... not now honey,” I whispered.
Although he seemed quite chipper, it only took a minute or so before I heard
him starting to snore lightly. Well, he deserved his sleep after all he’d
done (or should I say all WHO he’d done) today.
Now I felt wide awake all of a sudden and here he was sound asleep next to
me. I got up and turned on the hall light and left the door cracked so there
would be just enough light to see by. Steve had rolled over onto his back
and was laying there nude, his well-used dick laying there looking so small
and helpless.
God I loved my husband! I laid there on my side, stroking the tips of my
fingers over his muscled body and then lightly over his soft cock. As I did
I started to masturbate, remembering everything I’d watched during what had
been an incredible day. There was so much to turn me on. As I gently played
with his dick I remembered how it had looked as he fucked my Aunt and then
her daughter, glistening with their pussy juices as it stroked so powerfully
in and out of them. God I wanted him to fuck me with it!
It wasn't until I’d cum twice that I was finally able to go back to sleep. I
laid there with my head in his lap, his dick against my cheek and the musky
odor of his crotch thick in my nose.
As my eyes closed and my mind drifted off to sleep, I was dreaming of how
good he would fuck me the next day... and the day after that... and the day
after that!
Yes, I’m married to the best husband in the world!
THE END