Chapter 11
Tom had it all. A stunning wife, a sexy little cock-tease daughter, and a bit on the side in his son's girlfriend, all under the one roof, all gagging for his cock on a daily basis. Enough to keep any man satisfied, surely? Well, any man except Tom, that is. Sometimes he didn't know where he got his stamina from, and he had a hunger for pussy that was unquenchable. What was even more strange was that his appetite for sex only seemed to be increasing with each passing day.
Luckily, Tom lived in a world of endless possibilities when it came to sexual partners. So even though he had three beautiful, horny ladies at home waiting for him, he still managed to spare a load for a bit of fresh most days. And that's before we get to the other loves of Tom's life, his sister-in-law Emma, his wife's younger sister who he's had a thing for for as long as he's known her, and his boss Jean, a class A milf and one of the best fucks any man could ask for.
His wife Laura knew about Tom's extramarital love life, and she seemed OK with sharing him, once he fulfilled his sexual duties for her at home of course. She didn't even seem to mind too much when he screws around with her little sister. But that brings us to Tom's problem. Laura's acceptance of sharing him with Emma and Jean, even though she knows he has very strong feelings for both, has in many ways taken the thrill out of it.
What used to be a fully blown affair with Jean, has almost changed into a mundane chore. Sure he still fucks her regularly, and it's usually mind-blowing, she is a gorgeous woman after all. Plus she sits beside him in the office, so there is that added convenience. But it has lost it's buzz. Laura knows he fucks Jean on an almost daily basis, and honestly, she doesn't seem to give a shit.
Tom needs that feeling back. He realizes he needs the excitement that he can only get when he is doing something that maybe he shouldn't. When he's sneaking around behind his wife's back, he knows he's being a bit of a dick, but he likes it, and he needs it.
That brings us to Emma. Laura knows Tom has been with her sister on many occasions. While his wife acts like she doesn't care, he knows that deep down, it has to make Laura a little jealous, sibling rivalry and all that. So now when he calls in to Emma for some fun, he makes a point to keep it from his wife. If Emma tells her sister about his visits, then so be it. But it won't come from him. Pathetic and childish, sure, but it makes it feel a bit like cheating, and he loved that thrill.
Now lets get one thing straight, Emma is a filthy bitch. A woman who Tom once considered demure and downright uptight, which was a big part of her appeal for him, it turns out that's all a front. She's a kinky whore, and seems to love nothing more than getting used by Tom whenever he feels like it. At first, it was the pure thrill of nailing his wife's sister that attracted Tom, but as time has passed, he can't deny that he has developed real feelings for her.
The sexual appetite of everyone in general has been on the increase for the past number of years of course, and like most sane people, Tom is acutely aware that he needs to curtail his ever expanding sexual desires somewhat, otherwise life would be nothing more than one fuck after another. Endless sex sounds like bliss you might think, but it's important to have other things too. Work, hobbies, friends, a normal family life, they are all vitally important to hold on to. And as Tom has found, the normality of everyday life is a necessary balance. Otherwise, the sex loses it's appeal.
His visits to Emma's house have become more frequent over the past six months. Tom would probably hesitate to admit this to Emma, but it's not just sex he calls over for. He enjoys her company, being in her presence. In truth, Tom has very much fallen in love with his wife's sister. In fact, being with Emma has become some of the most important and cherished time of his week.
She has an air of snootiness, which is complimented by her classically beautiful looks, and that's what stirs Tom's loins. Emma has three kids with her husband Jack, who Tom used to be pretty close to until he found out Jack and his wife Laura had been fucking around behind his back, long before he and Emma got together. So whenever he pounds Emma in her and Jack's marital bed, it adds to his pleasure.
I wonder what Emma is doing right now, Tom thinks to himself as he hits send on an email to a client. It's Friday afternoon, and Tom is winding down from a long and stressful week at work. The past couple of months have been hectic, since the company he works for began the process of a merger with another firm. The extra work meant long hours in the office, and some tense exchanges with staff in the other company being a daily occurrence. Luckily, Jean would usually find a way to help, crawling under his desk and inhaling his cock down her throat until he blew his load being her most common stress relieving tactic. It worked a treat every time.
However, Jean's position in the company often meant she was tied up in senior management meetings, so a quick stroll around the office to find a willing girl to screw also offered a nice break away from his desk. Tom had a few "go to" women, Amber being a particular favorite of his, with her great legs always on display. She rarely wore panties to work anymore, unless it was her period, and she always seemed happy to see Tom approach, knowing full well what he had in mind.
Ever since he fucked her in a client's office while she sucked off their head of operations, Harry, Tom has made it his business to give one to Amber every week. She is too hot not to bust a nut in any less frequently. And that is exactly what Tom decided he would do right now.
Making his way down towards her desk, the butterflies at the prospect of sex with a very attractive woman is starting to kick in for him. I haven't seen her around the office today, I hope she's in, Tom thinks. But he need not have worried, he sees her wavy brown hair when he rounds the corner and looks directly where he expects her to be.
"Hey Amber, happy Friday," says Tom as he approaches her desk.
"Hi Tom, I know right, what a week. Thank God it's almost over," Amber says, swiveling around in her chair.
She's wearing a short black dress, tight fitting, and showing off her sexy legs which are crossed above the knee. Her eyes dart straight to Tom's crotch, which is growing rapidly.
"You OK for a fuck?" Tom says, getting to the point of this visit.
"Of course, I haven't had one all day, I need it too," she says as she gets to her feet, and pulls her tight dress up a little, but not all the way over her ass. Her hairless pussy is visible though. No panties as expected, good girl.
Tom takes Amber's place in her office chair, but not before unzipping and pulling out his monster cock.
"I'll never get used to seeing this thing," Amber says, taking it gently in her right hand as Tom sits down.
Amber spits into her left hand, and rubs it into her pussy.
"'I'm wet, but no amount of lube in the world prepares me for that weapon," she says, as she sticks her right leg into the convenient space under the armrest, and then does the same with her left, holding onto my shoulders for balance.
She drops herself down on my rigid pole. It's tight as usual, but she's wet like she said so it doesn't take her long to stretch to my size. Then she takes it nice and slow, giving me a great screw. She's turned into a really great lay, especially for a 22 year old. I hold onto her ass, which is still covered by her skirt, and she just keeps on gyrating her hips with my full 8 inches buried inside her.
I look into her eyes as we fuck, and then she leans down to kiss me. When her tongue enters my mouth it brings me to the next level and I feel that old familiar feeling in my balls and deep inside my core. I harden even more, and she feels it too.
"Oh God Tom, that's good. Cum inside me, OK, just shoot it into me," Amber says, and then returns to sticking her tongue down my throat.
She speeds up, then presses her forehead against mine as she releases a whimper from her lips, and a flood of juice from her cunt. I feel it running down around my balls and even into my ass crack. She's cumming first, she always does.
I squeeze her ass tight, and the feeling of complete bliss washes over me as I press her down hard on my root, then I silently fire off a huge load deep into this gorgeous young woman.
"Thank you, I needed that Tom," she says quietly.
She waits another minute, until my cock eventually stops twitching, then she climbs off. I notice a good chunk of my load gush from her slit, some dropping onto the floor, but most flows down her legs. She doesn't seem to give a shit, as she just pulls down her dress and straightens herself up.
"Don't be a stranger Tom, that fucking thing was made by God," she says as she looks at my softening prick disappear inside my pants.
"Don't worry honey, I'll see you next week," I say as I walk away.
When I get back to my desk I just switch off my laptop and head towards the elevator, I've had enough of this crap for one week. I'm not letting some asshole ruin the afterglow from a perfectly good fuck, which is what will inevitably happen if I check my inbox.
I arrive home at 4.30pm, and I need a nap.
"Daddy, you're home early," my daughter Claire squeals as she bounces into the kitchen to meet me. She's dressed in a short red skirt that covers her ass, just about, and a white top that's little more than a bra. In short, she's dressed like a hooker. But this is how Laura, Claire and Carla, my son Ben's girlfriend, dress around the house these days.
It's heaven on earth.
"Yeah, a tough week so I knocked off early. I'm so tired" I say, unable to hold back a
yawn.
"Aaahhh Dad, does that mean no sexy time this evening?" she says, pressing her forefinger on my chest and slowly dragging it down to my groin. She's an almost impossible minx to resist, but I'm just to wiped out I don't think I'm able. "I haven't had any all day, I'm horny as hell."
"As much as it kills me to say it, I just don't have the energy at the moment honey."
"Well how about you lie down on the sofa, get nice and comfy, and I'll be in to you in a minute to help you relax," she says, not giving up the fight!
"OK baby, that sounds nice," I say, too tired to argue anymore.
I take off my suit jacket and tie, kick off my shoes, and fall into the soft cushions, my whole body aching, but relieved to finally be able to take the weight off.
As promised, Claire joins me on the sofa, and doesn't say a word as she pulls down my zipper and draws out my soft cock. She's lying on her belly in between my legs, her head in my lap as I lay on my back, and has her knees bent with her bare feet up in the air behind her.
When she takes my flaccid cock into her mouth, I immediately start to stiffen of course. She's swirling her soft, wet tongue around my cock, and it's really helping me relax, I must say.
"Who have you been fucking?" she asks, as she momentarily takes her mouth off me to ask the question, then resumes her work before I even have time to answer.
"Just a girl from the office, Amber" I say, closing my eyes as I enjoy my daughter's special relaxation techniques.
"She tastes nice," Claire says, taking her face off my cock again, then immediately slurps me back into her mouth.
I just smile, before saying, "yes, yes she does," while keeping my eyes closed.
There's no more talking. Claire gives me the most magically slow, relaxing blowjob, and when I cum in her mouth, I don't even remember her getting up, I had already fallen fast asleep.
"Come up to bed Tom," my wife Laura says, as she gently rocks my shoulder rousing me from my sleep. "It's after midnight."
"Wha, eh yeah, sure, I'll be right up," I say, muttering through my words while still half asleep.
Laura has already climbed the first few steps of the stairs by the time my eyes come into focus. She's completely naked, her white blonde hair flowing behind her half way down her back.
I realize then that I need to take a piss, but once I've done that, I'm going to fuck my wife's brains out. After a quick sandwich, I'm starving!
When I climb into bed naked half an hour later, I move over behind my sleeping wife, and without any warning I shove my now rock hard cock in between her legs and into her permanently wet pussy, bottoming out before she even has a chance to wake up.
She wakes up a few seconds later, and lifts up her left leg, opening her hole a little more for me. I quickly get into a fast rhythm, and have Laura grunting as she comes in a matter of minutes. All the years I've been fucking Laura with my fat cock, she always feels tight whenever I enter her. She's 40 now, but her pussy feels like she's 20.
I keep fucking through her orgasm without missing a beat, and then a surge of energy fills me as I roll her over onto her front. Without leaving her pussy, I mount her, pressing my full weight down on top of her, and that's when I really start fucking. I ram into my wife like an animal, giving her as hard a pounding as I'm physically able. She screams into her pillow, yet another climax ripping through her sexy body.
When I pull out, I grab her by her hips and pull her onto all fours. I notice her back is glistening with sweat. I line my cockhead up with her snatch, and drive it in all the way, almost giving her whiplash. With one hand holding onto her waist, I grab her hair with the other and pull her head back. She has her eyes closed, and has a smile of pure lust on her face. While holding her back by her hair, I use my other hand to slap her firm ass hard.
This type of urge comes over me every so often, to really give my wife my best. She knows I can get pretty rough, and she loves it. There is a bead of sweat hanging from the tip of my nose now, but I keep slamming into Laura, my balls slapping her clit as I spank her now red ass cheeks over and over. And then I unload.
The hot shower spraying over my body is exactly what I need to start my Saturday. The restful sleep I had last night after finishing off in my wife has left me feeling like a new man, albeit a little grimy after two fucks and a suck yesterday.
Laura let me lie in this morning, and when I come downstairs I glance at the digital clock on the cooker and see it's already after 10am.
Carla is sitting on the sofa with her laptop in her knees. She's looking extremely beautiful as usual, pure perfection.
"Morning sleepy head," she says cheerfully, her smile beaming at me across the room.
I walk over and lean down, giving her a kiss on the lips.
"Morning to you too," I say. "You working on some college stuff?"
"Yeah, I have a report due next week. Laura and Claire are gone to a bake sale at the high school. Some fundraiser I think. Good chance for me to get this done with a quiet house," she says, dropping a subtle hint to make myself scarce.
"I'll get out of your hair," I say, smiling. Carla smiles back, letting me know that's exactly what she wants.
"Where's Ben?" I ask, as I make a coffee.
"He's gone over to see his "other Mommy" since 9am," she says making air quotes with her fingers and rolling her eyes, clearly not overly impressed.
That's what he calls Jean. My boss. Yeah, my 19 year old son is sleeping with her too. I don't blame him. If you seen this woman you would understand. I've learned to accept it, we'll leave it at that.
I decide to head down to the school to meet up with Laura and Claire. Laura is a teacher there, so I want to show my support. I say goodbye to Carla with another kiss, a deeper one this time. I'll never get tired kissing someone so beautiful, she's so hot she would make your eyes water.
It's just after 11am when I park up at the school and I see a sign in the parking lot for the bake sale, pointing towards the gym. There's a decent crowd here already, and I see some familiar faces from around town. Mostly other parents and students, and also some teachers. Laura and I both went to school here, so I'm no stranger to this place.
"Hey Dad, you came," Claire says, as she sneaks up on me from behind.
"Sure did honey, I love a nice cream pie, as you know," I say, adding a little wink.
Claire blushes, and doesn't say anything.
"Where's your Mom?" I ask.
"She's over there with some of the other teachers," Claire says, pointing to the far end of the gym, underneath one of the basketball hoops. "We got here before 8am. Mom wanted to come early to help set everything up."
"Have you had anything since breakfast?" I ask my daughter.
"Oh Dad, I'm so stuffed. I've had so many cookies I feel kinda sick," Claire tells me.
"Serves you right," I say, but she knows I'm only kidding.
I'm just about to walk over to Laura when Claire's friend Sara joins us. I can't help but give her the once over, she is wearing her cheerleader outfit after all. I've always been a sucker for the blue and yellow tank top and miniskirt when I was a student here, and obviously not much has changed. I knew Sara was on the cheer team, something that seems to eternally annoy Claire, she hates that bullshit as she constantly says. But she and Sara have been best friends for too long to let something like that get in the way of their friendship.
I've never actually seen Sara wear the outfit before, up close I mean. Sure I've seen the cheerleaders at Ben's games up until last year before he went to college, but I've always been too much into the game and Ben's performance to really pay attention. Now that Sara is standing in front of me, I like what I see.
"Hi Claire's Dad," the bubbly Sara says, flashing me her perfectly white teeth when she smiles.
"Hi Sara. It's Tom, for the hundredth time," I say, smiling and shaking my head.
"I didn't know you were coming today," Claire says to her friend.
"We just finished practice, and I was feeling a little peckish so I thought I'd come in and see what's on offer," Sara says.
As the two friends chat, I can't help but look Sara up and down again. She's a really pretty girl, her black hair tied back in a tight ponytail, and it contrasts so well with her lightly tanned complexion. Her skin is flawless I notice, her face looks so smooth. The joys of youth. She has a nice set of tits, not overly big, but definitely a handful. The outfit really shows them off. But of course I can't help looking down below her short skirt, I'm a sucker for a nice pair of legs. And Sara doesn't disappoint.
The three of us chat about school for the next few minutes, but my wandering eye can't help itself now that I'm in the zone. I want Sara, bad. I've never touched any of Claire's friends. Since they all turned 18 and became eligible, for want of a better word, I thought of them as off-limits as I didn't want to cause any awkwardness for Claire. I think we're probably past that stage considering what Claire and I get up to at home now.
I don't even want to know if her friends' Dads have been as considerate. If I'm honest with myself, I doubt they could resist a little hottie like Claire. But what I don't know doesn't hurt me.
I can feel my cock begin to grow as I look at Sara's petite body in that fucking outfit. She has surely noticed me staring at her. But then again, she is probably so used to guys leering that she has become oblivious.
"Claire, I think your Mom is calling you over," I say, trying to get Sara on her own so I can do my thing.
"Nah, don't think so Dad," Claire says, as she looks over in her mother's direction.
"No, I'm pretty sure she is," I persist.
"Really, what's wrong with her. Why can't she just come over here," Claire says, starting to get a little pissed off.
She's a super smart girl, but can be slow to pick up on a hint sometimes. Not Sara though. She knows exactly what's going on here.
"No, you're Dad's right Claire, I saw her trying to get your attention too. Just go over to her," Sara says, and she shoots me a quick look.
"Whatever, I'll be right back," Claire says, as she stomps off over to Laura.
"Come on, I know a place we can go," Sara says to me as soon as Claire is out of earshot. Then she walks off without waiting for an answer, leading the way with me following a few steps behind her, trying to be discreet.
She brings me outside, down a lane that runs between the gym and some classrooms, and then back inside into a corridor. This part of the school is deserted, everyone must be out in the gym at the fundraiser. She's still maybe ten steps ahead of me, and I can't peel my eyes off her ass and legs. I'm so fucking excited I feel like a schoolkid again, sneaking off to make out with a hot chick. Then suddenly, she pushes open a door to the right, and holds it for me. It's a storage closet, full of cleaning utensils, mops, all that sort of stuff. But it's surprisingly spacious, with more than enough room for the two of us.
The door is on a spring, and it closes shut behind me when Sara lets go. Then suddenly we're in complete darkness. I feel Sara come up really close to me, then a light overhead flashes and comes to life. She was reaching around me to hit the light switch. It's not her first time in here, she managed to find that switch very quick, even in the dark.
The light is very dim, but it's bright enough to see this perky young beauty here with me.
"So Claire's Dad, what did you want to get me all on my own for?" she asks, putting me on the spot. A cheeky grin appearing on her face as she stands with a hand on one of her hips as she leans her weight over on one leg. Here I am, a grown man more than twice her age, and I'm the one feeling insecure and speechless. That's the confidence of cheerleaders I guess.
"Em, you know," I mumble.
"What took you so long? I thought you would want to get into my panties as soon as I turned 18. I've seen how you look at me when I've over visiting Claire."
It's true, she has me.
"I didn't want to ruin your and Claire's friendship," I say honestly.
"Ha," she laughs, covering her mouth. "Oh god, you're serious," she says then, seeming to realize I'm serious.
"What's so funny about that?" I say.
"Well, Claire blows my Dad almost every time she calls over, and we're still friends. I think we'll be OK," she laughs again.
"I want more than a blowjob from you, little miss," I say, and I grab her by her waist. pulling her close. The pang of jealously hits me when I hear this about Claire. If Sara's Dad uses my little girl like that, then I'm going to take what I want here.
Sara puts her hands on my chest, and she seems so small now that I'm holding her close. She looks up at me with her big brown eyes, her lips parted. Fuck she's a little sexpot. I take a moment to just look at her, take in her beauty and appreciate how lucky I am at what I'm about to do, then I lean down and plant my lips on hers. The fruity taste of her lip gloss hits me immediately, and only adds to my horniness.
Her tongue enters my mouth first, then I push mine into hers. After a few seconds of our mutual urgency to explore each other, we settle into a long passionate kiss. I drop my hands from her waist down to feel her little tight ass, then I pull her in even closer against my rock hard cock that's seriously constricted in my jeans.
She breaks away first, turns around and grabs hold of a shelving unit, sticking her ass out towards me. Her intent is clear. I drop my jeans and boxers down around my ankles, my cock at full mast pointing at Sara's back. I reach up under her skirt and pull down her panties.
She hasn't even bothered to look at my cock, but she's presenting herself for me to take her anyway.
"What are you waiting for," she says back to me over her shoulder.
These young people. All this comes so easy to them, but I suppose they know no different. They've never lived a day of their adult lives in the world I grew up in. They've never really experienced the fear of rejection, nor the nervousness that comes with approaching someone you want to hook up with.
"You sure you're ready," I say, as I stroke my cock a few times while I squat down a little so I can get my cock in between her legs. I throw her skirt up on her back, and her pert ass is right there waiting for me.
"Come on, I'm horny, get on with it for crying out loud," she says.
OK honey, you asked for it. Don't say you weren't warned.
I stick a finger into her pussy to see if she's at least a bit wet, which she certainly is. I also notice she has a big black bush. I normally prefer bald or at least trimmed pussies, but this thick crop of hair really suits Sara for some reason. It's turning me on even more, if that's possible.
I stick the tip in, and she is very tight. But she seems OK with my large size so far, so I press ahead. But as soon as I push half my cock into her, the tightness intensifies, and she seems to realize I don't have the average cock she was probably expecting.
"Holy fucking shit man, stop, easy, easy," she gasps, and reaches her hand down between her legs to grab hold of the half of my shaft that still waiting to enter her. "What, there's more of it?" she exclaims loudly. "And how thick is this thing?"
"I did ask if you were ready?" I say defensively.
"It's OK, just give me a second. I'll stretch," Sara says, and she takes some deep breaths as she rests her forehead on a shelf between her hands.
I keep still, with half my cock in her vice like pussy. I can feel it throb inside her.
"OK, go slow," she eventually breaths.
She has loosened a little, so I pull out a bit and then back in. I keep doing this until I'm eventually fully inside her. She may be suffering for now, but if I'm truthful, I'm enjoying this feeling so much. Her tight teenage pussy feels amazing. These young people may think they have it all sown up with their confidence, but in reality girls like Sara have no experience in the grand scheme of things. She may have taken her share of needle dick teenagers in this closet and think she has it cracked, but when a real cock is shoved into her she is brought back down to earth.
Having said that, she is taking it like a champ now. I've picked up the pace and I'm giving her a right good seeing to. I have a firm grip on her waist as I hold her skirt up on her back out of the way with my thumbs, which gives me a great view of her gorgeous little ass.
"It's so big, oh Christ," she mumbles to herself. "I'm.... going.... to....," and then she trails off as her climax hits and she lets out a long moan.
She looks back at me when it passes and there are tears streaming down her face.
"Why haven't you fucked me before now" she says. "Fuck I needed this."
I ignore her. I'm getting close myself and I want to enjoy screwing this super tight pussy to the end.
Not long after, I feel my balls stir and I know I'm near.
"Where do you want it?" I ask, ever the polite guy.
"Inside me. I'm on the pill so it's safe," she says.
She doesn't need to tell me twice. Just as I'm about to cum, I reach up with one hand to grab her right tit, and it feels so good.
Then I fire what feels like an endless volley of cum ropes deep into this 18 year old, flooding her womb and coating her entire pussy with my semen.
When I pull out, she immediately spins around and reaches her hands up around my neck, pulling me down for a hungry kiss.
"Wow," she says, when she pulls her tongue from my mouth a minute or two later. "Just, wow."
I decide the best thing for me to do now is get out of here. I don't want to face Claire. She may have failed to get what was happening earlier, but I'm sure the penny has dropped by now. So leaving Sara behind to clean herself up, I go straight from the storage closet to the car park and make my escape. The only thought in my head after that fuck is I need to test drive a few more of Claire's friends.
You want to watch a movie tonight? I text Emma.
It's Sunday morning, and I'm just back from a nice long run. I texted Emma before jumping into the shower, and I see there's a massage on the screen as soon as I come back into the bedroom to find some clothes.
Sounds nice. Wanna come over around 8? Kids will all be in bed by then, she replies.
It's a date, I write back, and smile to myself.
I was up and out early this morning, and it's only 9am now. Laura is still asleep in our bed. She looks so peaceful and beautiful. But I love the kick I'm feeling from arranging to meet her sister tonight.
As I'm coming down the stairs I'm still a little turned on from texting Emma. 8pm is a long time away, I'm not sure I'll last that long. I don't want to disturb Laura, so I'll see who else is up.
Excellent, Carla is making breakfast when I come into the kitchen. She's hasn't dressed yet, so she's still wearing her usual bedtime attire, a t-shirt that stops just under her tits, and a pair of panties. Pink ones today. Her ass looks divine.
"Good morning," I say to her as I walk over to where she's standing at the counter.
"Hey," she replies. "You want me to make you some breakfast?"
"Sure, in a minute," I reply, and I take her by the hand and start to lead her over to the sofa. "Just need some relief first."
"Mmmm, someone's keen this morning," she says. "Did your wife not perform her duties?"
"She's asleep. Anyway, it's you I want now. Lie down," I say.
She pulls off her panties and gets on her back on the sofa. I pull down my shorts and climb on top of her, entering her in one fluid motion. Perfect pussy, dripping wet as usual, it amazes me every time even after fucking her several times a week for the last six months since she moved in.
"There you go, that's my man," Carla says into my ear as I hump her. "You use me anytime you want, OK baby. This pussy is all yours."
I cum into her with a grunt in less than a minute. That'll keep me going.
At 7.59pm, I swing the car into Emma's driveway. Jack answers the door.
"Hey Tom," he says with a smile. He knows I'm here for his wife, but he hides it well.
"Hey Jack, good to see you," I say, almost sincerely.
We've gotten over our bitterness towards each other, and we've even started to become close to being friends again. Except for when I want his wife that is. Laura told me he's still screwing her, which I can't really complain about given the circumstances. He doesn't come over to our house to do it, as far as I know anyway. And I don't bother asking Laura for the details. But at least he has the decency to leave me and Emma alone when I come over here.
"She's in the sitting room," he says, holding the door open for me.
He walks with me down the hall to where Emma is.
"Hey Em, I'm going to go over to Steve's place for a while. I'll see you later," Jack says from the doorway. Steve is his brother.
"OK, see you later," Emma says rather coldly to her husband. "Hey Tom, you're right on time. So I've added a few movies to my list that we can pick from. Now don't get annoyed but most of them are rom-coms," she says excitedly, rambling on, the contrast in how she speaks to me very noticeable after the exchange she just had with Jack.
We settle on a movie, well I just agree with Emma's first suggestion really, and we snuggle up on the sofa together. I throw my feet up on the foot stool, and Emma sits in as close to me as possible, resting her head on my shoulder. I love being with her like this.
The movie turns out to be more enjoyable than I was expecting. The usual romantic comedy where you can guess the outcome after seeing the first minute, but it was engaging and heart warming. Emma and I had several kisses and other little moments of closeness throughout the 90 minute long film, I would kiss the top of her head when she moved it over to the front of my shoulder, Emma would trace her finger along my palm as we hold hands. There's no doubt about it, I've fallen in love with this woman, and I don't care that she's my sister-in-law.
When the credits start to roll, Emma flicks off the TV and stands up. She smiles at me, and leaves the room. We've had our romantic evening, now it's time for fucking. The way things are at the moment, I'm not sure which I enjoy more. Good thing we get to have both.
Sometimes Emma likes to have intimate sex with me, when we leave her more kinky needs aside. Then other times she wants me to treat her like a piece of meat, and give her a brutal pounding, among other things, to satisfy her deepest carnal cravings. I've gotten pretty good at sensing what she wants. Practice makes perfect I guess. This evening I'm certain she wants to make love.
She's in the process of undressing in her dimly lit room when I get there. Her top is off, and she's wearing a plain black bra. He tits are not as big as they were when we started this affair, she's stopped breast feeding her youngest since then, and her size has reduced a little as a result. They're still a damn fine pair.
As I walk into her bedroom, she's peeling her black yoga pants down over her perfect ass. She unclasps her bra letting it fall to the floor, she pulls down her black thong and steps out of it, then she turns around to face me.
I undress too. My manhood is standing proudly, all 8 inches of the thickest hardness most women have ever seen. Nobody can fill Emma's pussy like me.
We just look at each other for a long time, but there is no awkwardness between us. We're simply enjoying looking at each other. I'm leaking precum already, a large drop is hanging on by a string from my piss hole.
Emma makes the first move, as she walks over to me and starts to kiss all over my chest. When we move over to the bed, we get in under the covers and I mount her while she lies on her back. As fat as my cock is, it easily slides into her. We go slow, kissing each other's faces, mouths, necks, anywhere we can reach. Sometimes slow intimate sex like this brings me to the boil quicker than a hard and fast fuck fest. So neither Emma nor I are surprised when I whisper "I'm going to cum."
She raises her legs and wraps them around me, taking me in even deeper. I don't speed up at the end, I just let my climax wash over me as my balls begin to tighten and my cum shoots out of my pulsating cock. This is a big load, and it's intense. Emma holds me as I empty myself into her, stroking the back of my head soothingly with one hand, her other is on my ass pulling me as deep inside her body as possible.
"Yes baby, give me that seed," she purrs, then sticks her tongue into my ear, which manages to draw out yet another rope of my cream.
Nobody on this earth can fuck me like Emma.
"Tom, I've got something to tell you," she says while I'm still on top of her, and still hard inside her.
She pauses, hesitating for a long time, then eventually speaks.
"Tom, I'm pregnant," she finally whispers.
I freeze, unable to speak, because I know what she's going to say next.
"It's yours," she whispers even more quietly.
To say I'm stunned would be the understatement of the year. I don't know if any sound would even come out if I tried to speak.
"Tom, say something," Emma says after the longest minute of my life.
"I.... I, love you, Emma," I manage to breath.
My stomach feels like it's after flipping upside down, and my head begins to spin. I can't believe this. This wasn't the plan, I mean, surely she's on birth control. I just assumed. How could this happen. But I immediately believe her when she says it's mine.
"I love you too, Tom," she says back, and I realize both of us really mean what we've just said. We've declared our love for each other in the most intimate way imaginable.
The initial shock begins to wear off, and I start to regain my senses. The first thing I notice is I'm fully hard again, my cock still inside Emma. And that's when nature takes control of my body and I start thrusting in and out of her already cum filled pussy. Somehow, hearing I've impregnated my sister-in-law has made me more aroused than I can ever remember being in my life.
I push my hands into the mattress either side of Emma's shoulders, leaning back so I can look her in the eye as we seal our love. I bring my face down to hers and we kiss passionately while we fuck at an ever increasing pace. I think I'm in some sort of shock after hearing that news, but right now all that matters is this sex.
The slopping sounds from my cock plunging into her overflowing cunt is filling the room. My stomach and balls are completely covered in our mixed juices, and so is Emma, but I continue to shaft her properly now. I've knocked up my sister-in-law, the woman I fantasized about for 20 years. Holy shit. I can't deny what I'm thinking deep down, I feel like a total fucking stud.
We roll around on the bed for the next half hour of sex, taking turns going on top. Emma fucks like a maniac when she gets her turn to ride me. Her dark brown hair is a mess as it flies all over place from her bouncing. Eventually, she brings me to orgasm again, I can't hold off any longer with the way she gyrates her body on mine. She came multiple times during this fuck, and rode her way through each one.
When Emma climbs off me, my still hard but spent cock finally springs free. We both lie naked side by side on the bed, the sheets in a pile on the floor.
"Do you believe me Tom, that it's yours?" Emma asks, after she has managed to catch her breath.
"Yes, of course I do Emma," I say, turning my head to look at her so she knows I mean it.
"I want to do a test, just so there is no doubt, but I know it has to be yours. I haven't let any other man ejaculate inside my since we started this thing we have. I've barely let Jack near me in months. I get used quite a bit when I go to the store or wherever, but I never let them finish in me. Plus, I always make them wear a rubber if they want my pussy," Emma tells me.
Hearing Emma talk about letting other men use her is so fucking hot.
"Are you not on oral birth control?" I ask.
"I want to be honest about everything Tom. So I have to own up to something else. I am on the pill, but sometimes things get so busy, with the kids, school, everything. I've missed a day or two, here and there over the last few months. And with the amount of sperm you put into me every week, well, in hindsight this was inevitable. Please don't be angry Tom, I know I'm a fucking idiot to let this happen," Emma says, her eyes filling up with tears.
"Emma, of course I'm not angry. We're in this together. I could never be angry with you. This is as much my fault as yours. As you said, you are hardly ever without a load of mine inside you. I can't get enough of you, I'm totally addicted to that pussy of yours," I say, and we both laugh, which is a nice moment to share as we process this massive change that's going to happen to all our lives.
"How far along are you?" I ask.
"Two months, I think. I'll know for sure next week, I have an appointment with my obstetrician," she tells me, hesitates, and then says, "do you want to come with me?"
"Absolutely, I'm all in Emma," I say, and I can see her physically relax a bit.
We sit and chat for the next hour, talking over everything, reassuring each other that this is going to be OK. I don't know how we're going to break the news to our spouses, especially Laura. I mean, this is big. Life changing. Fucking Emma is one thing, but getting her pregnant. Well that's on a whole other level. Will Laura leave me? It's all a bit too much to think about right now. I'm still processing the news myself. But there's no getting away from this, the truth will have to come out sooner or later.
The sound of the door closing downstairs snaps us both back to reality. Jack's home. I look at my phone to check the time and get a shock when I see it's almost 1am.
"OK, I better go home," I say to Emma, When I climb out of the bed I throw the sheets back to her, and she wraps them around herself. "We'll get through this Emma," I say. "I'm here with you every step of the way."
"Thanks Tom," she says, seeming a lot calmer than when we started to discuss things after our sex.
I get dressed and walk towards the door to leave. But before I turn the knob Emma speaks again.
"I love you Tom," she says, and I get an excited tingling feeling in my stomach hearing her say those words.
"I love you too," I say back, and we just smile at each other.
When I get home I go straight up the stairs but stop outside mine and Laura's room. I feel I need to avoid my wife tonight. I love her so much, and I've betrayed her in one of the worst ways possible.
So instead, I walk down the hallway to Claire's room, and quietly sneak in taking care not to make a sound when I close the door behind me. I strip off all my clothes and climb into bed beside my daughter. She's sound asleep, but she must sense I'm here as she scooches close to me, nuzzling her naked backside against my leg. I roll onto my side and get into a comfortable spooning position, ignoring my stiffening cock as it finds a home for the night in between my daughter's thighs.
I lie awake for a long time, staring into the pitch-black darkness of the room, too many thoughts and scenarios playing out in my head.
I sleep in Claire's room pretty regularly, but tonight it's her soft breathing and the warm feeling of her naked body in my arms that I'm finding comfort in. We usually just fuck each other for hours.
I don't know how long it took me to fall asleep, but it felt like I only closed my eyes when Claire's alarm wakes me. She's still in my arms, and my morning wood is throbbing between her legs.
"Mmmm, this is a nice surprise," she says sleepily as she reaches her hand down to my cock, and pushes the tip inside as I lay behind her. She loves getting fucked in the morning. Who doesn't I suppose.
Claire and I always have amazing sex, and this time is no different. The forbidden thrill of screwing my sexy daughter never, ever gets boring. But today, she's also helping distract me from the bombshell that comes crashing back to my thoughts seconds after waking up.
When we finish, I go take a shower in the en suite. Laura is up already so I have the bedroom to myself.
I arrive downstairs dressed for work. Laura, Claire, Ben and Carla are all sitting around the kitchen table eating breakfast, talking and laughing together. I have a home people can only imagine in their wildest dreams, and now I may have put all that in jeopardy.
The whole situation is suffocating and exciting in equal measure. One thing is for sure, there are some turbulent times ahead.
Luckily, Tom lived in a world of endless possibilities when it came to sexual partners. So even though he had three beautiful, horny ladies at home waiting for him, he still managed to spare a load for a bit of fresh most days. And that's before we get to the other loves of Tom's life, his sister-in-law Emma, his wife's younger sister who he's had a thing for for as long as he's known her, and his boss Jean, a class A milf and one of the best fucks any man could ask for.
His wife Laura knew about Tom's extramarital love life, and she seemed OK with sharing him, once he fulfilled his sexual duties for her at home of course. She didn't even seem to mind too much when he screws around with her little sister. But that brings us to Tom's problem. Laura's acceptance of sharing him with Emma and Jean, even though she knows he has very strong feelings for both, has in many ways taken the thrill out of it.
What used to be a fully blown affair with Jean, has almost changed into a mundane chore. Sure he still fucks her regularly, and it's usually mind-blowing, she is a gorgeous woman after all. Plus she sits beside him in the office, so there is that added convenience. But it has lost it's buzz. Laura knows he fucks Jean on an almost daily basis, and honestly, she doesn't seem to give a shit.
Tom needs that feeling back. He realizes he needs the excitement that he can only get when he is doing something that maybe he shouldn't. When he's sneaking around behind his wife's back, he knows he's being a bit of a dick, but he likes it, and he needs it.
That brings us to Emma. Laura knows Tom has been with her sister on many occasions. While his wife acts like she doesn't care, he knows that deep down, it has to make Laura a little jealous, sibling rivalry and all that. So now when he calls in to Emma for some fun, he makes a point to keep it from his wife. If Emma tells her sister about his visits, then so be it. But it won't come from him. Pathetic and childish, sure, but it makes it feel a bit like cheating, and he loved that thrill.
Now lets get one thing straight, Emma is a filthy bitch. A woman who Tom once considered demure and downright uptight, which was a big part of her appeal for him, it turns out that's all a front. She's a kinky whore, and seems to love nothing more than getting used by Tom whenever he feels like it. At first, it was the pure thrill of nailing his wife's sister that attracted Tom, but as time has passed, he can't deny that he has developed real feelings for her.
The sexual appetite of everyone in general has been on the increase for the past number of years of course, and like most sane people, Tom is acutely aware that he needs to curtail his ever expanding sexual desires somewhat, otherwise life would be nothing more than one fuck after another. Endless sex sounds like bliss you might think, but it's important to have other things too. Work, hobbies, friends, a normal family life, they are all vitally important to hold on to. And as Tom has found, the normality of everyday life is a necessary balance. Otherwise, the sex loses it's appeal.
His visits to Emma's house have become more frequent over the past six months. Tom would probably hesitate to admit this to Emma, but it's not just sex he calls over for. He enjoys her company, being in her presence. In truth, Tom has very much fallen in love with his wife's sister. In fact, being with Emma has become some of the most important and cherished time of his week.
She has an air of snootiness, which is complimented by her classically beautiful looks, and that's what stirs Tom's loins. Emma has three kids with her husband Jack, who Tom used to be pretty close to until he found out Jack and his wife Laura had been fucking around behind his back, long before he and Emma got together. So whenever he pounds Emma in her and Jack's marital bed, it adds to his pleasure.
I wonder what Emma is doing right now, Tom thinks to himself as he hits send on an email to a client. It's Friday afternoon, and Tom is winding down from a long and stressful week at work. The past couple of months have been hectic, since the company he works for began the process of a merger with another firm. The extra work meant long hours in the office, and some tense exchanges with staff in the other company being a daily occurrence. Luckily, Jean would usually find a way to help, crawling under his desk and inhaling his cock down her throat until he blew his load being her most common stress relieving tactic. It worked a treat every time.
However, Jean's position in the company often meant she was tied up in senior management meetings, so a quick stroll around the office to find a willing girl to screw also offered a nice break away from his desk. Tom had a few "go to" women, Amber being a particular favorite of his, with her great legs always on display. She rarely wore panties to work anymore, unless it was her period, and she always seemed happy to see Tom approach, knowing full well what he had in mind.
Ever since he fucked her in a client's office while she sucked off their head of operations, Harry, Tom has made it his business to give one to Amber every week. She is too hot not to bust a nut in any less frequently. And that is exactly what Tom decided he would do right now.
Making his way down towards her desk, the butterflies at the prospect of sex with a very attractive woman is starting to kick in for him. I haven't seen her around the office today, I hope she's in, Tom thinks. But he need not have worried, he sees her wavy brown hair when he rounds the corner and looks directly where he expects her to be.
"Hey Amber, happy Friday," says Tom as he approaches her desk.
"Hi Tom, I know right, what a week. Thank God it's almost over," Amber says, swiveling around in her chair.
She's wearing a short black dress, tight fitting, and showing off her sexy legs which are crossed above the knee. Her eyes dart straight to Tom's crotch, which is growing rapidly.
"You OK for a fuck?" Tom says, getting to the point of this visit.
"Of course, I haven't had one all day, I need it too," she says as she gets to her feet, and pulls her tight dress up a little, but not all the way over her ass. Her hairless pussy is visible though. No panties as expected, good girl.
Tom takes Amber's place in her office chair, but not before unzipping and pulling out his monster cock.
"I'll never get used to seeing this thing," Amber says, taking it gently in her right hand as Tom sits down.
Amber spits into her left hand, and rubs it into her pussy.
"'I'm wet, but no amount of lube in the world prepares me for that weapon," she says, as she sticks her right leg into the convenient space under the armrest, and then does the same with her left, holding onto my shoulders for balance.
She drops herself down on my rigid pole. It's tight as usual, but she's wet like she said so it doesn't take her long to stretch to my size. Then she takes it nice and slow, giving me a great screw. She's turned into a really great lay, especially for a 22 year old. I hold onto her ass, which is still covered by her skirt, and she just keeps on gyrating her hips with my full 8 inches buried inside her.
I look into her eyes as we fuck, and then she leans down to kiss me. When her tongue enters my mouth it brings me to the next level and I feel that old familiar feeling in my balls and deep inside my core. I harden even more, and she feels it too.
"Oh God Tom, that's good. Cum inside me, OK, just shoot it into me," Amber says, and then returns to sticking her tongue down my throat.
She speeds up, then presses her forehead against mine as she releases a whimper from her lips, and a flood of juice from her cunt. I feel it running down around my balls and even into my ass crack. She's cumming first, she always does.
I squeeze her ass tight, and the feeling of complete bliss washes over me as I press her down hard on my root, then I silently fire off a huge load deep into this gorgeous young woman.
"Thank you, I needed that Tom," she says quietly.
She waits another minute, until my cock eventually stops twitching, then she climbs off. I notice a good chunk of my load gush from her slit, some dropping onto the floor, but most flows down her legs. She doesn't seem to give a shit, as she just pulls down her dress and straightens herself up.
"Don't be a stranger Tom, that fucking thing was made by God," she says as she looks at my softening prick disappear inside my pants.
"Don't worry honey, I'll see you next week," I say as I walk away.
When I get back to my desk I just switch off my laptop and head towards the elevator, I've had enough of this crap for one week. I'm not letting some asshole ruin the afterglow from a perfectly good fuck, which is what will inevitably happen if I check my inbox.
I arrive home at 4.30pm, and I need a nap.
"Daddy, you're home early," my daughter Claire squeals as she bounces into the kitchen to meet me. She's dressed in a short red skirt that covers her ass, just about, and a white top that's little more than a bra. In short, she's dressed like a hooker. But this is how Laura, Claire and Carla, my son Ben's girlfriend, dress around the house these days.
It's heaven on earth.
"Yeah, a tough week so I knocked off early. I'm so tired" I say, unable to hold back a
yawn.
"Aaahhh Dad, does that mean no sexy time this evening?" she says, pressing her forefinger on my chest and slowly dragging it down to my groin. She's an almost impossible minx to resist, but I'm just to wiped out I don't think I'm able. "I haven't had any all day, I'm horny as hell."
"As much as it kills me to say it, I just don't have the energy at the moment honey."
"Well how about you lie down on the sofa, get nice and comfy, and I'll be in to you in a minute to help you relax," she says, not giving up the fight!
"OK baby, that sounds nice," I say, too tired to argue anymore.
I take off my suit jacket and tie, kick off my shoes, and fall into the soft cushions, my whole body aching, but relieved to finally be able to take the weight off.
As promised, Claire joins me on the sofa, and doesn't say a word as she pulls down my zipper and draws out my soft cock. She's lying on her belly in between my legs, her head in my lap as I lay on my back, and has her knees bent with her bare feet up in the air behind her.
When she takes my flaccid cock into her mouth, I immediately start to stiffen of course. She's swirling her soft, wet tongue around my cock, and it's really helping me relax, I must say.
"Who have you been fucking?" she asks, as she momentarily takes her mouth off me to ask the question, then resumes her work before I even have time to answer.
"Just a girl from the office, Amber" I say, closing my eyes as I enjoy my daughter's special relaxation techniques.
"She tastes nice," Claire says, taking her face off my cock again, then immediately slurps me back into her mouth.
I just smile, before saying, "yes, yes she does," while keeping my eyes closed.
There's no more talking. Claire gives me the most magically slow, relaxing blowjob, and when I cum in her mouth, I don't even remember her getting up, I had already fallen fast asleep.
"Come up to bed Tom," my wife Laura says, as she gently rocks my shoulder rousing me from my sleep. "It's after midnight."
"Wha, eh yeah, sure, I'll be right up," I say, muttering through my words while still half asleep.
Laura has already climbed the first few steps of the stairs by the time my eyes come into focus. She's completely naked, her white blonde hair flowing behind her half way down her back.
I realize then that I need to take a piss, but once I've done that, I'm going to fuck my wife's brains out. After a quick sandwich, I'm starving!
When I climb into bed naked half an hour later, I move over behind my sleeping wife, and without any warning I shove my now rock hard cock in between her legs and into her permanently wet pussy, bottoming out before she even has a chance to wake up.
She wakes up a few seconds later, and lifts up her left leg, opening her hole a little more for me. I quickly get into a fast rhythm, and have Laura grunting as she comes in a matter of minutes. All the years I've been fucking Laura with my fat cock, she always feels tight whenever I enter her. She's 40 now, but her pussy feels like she's 20.
I keep fucking through her orgasm without missing a beat, and then a surge of energy fills me as I roll her over onto her front. Without leaving her pussy, I mount her, pressing my full weight down on top of her, and that's when I really start fucking. I ram into my wife like an animal, giving her as hard a pounding as I'm physically able. She screams into her pillow, yet another climax ripping through her sexy body.
When I pull out, I grab her by her hips and pull her onto all fours. I notice her back is glistening with sweat. I line my cockhead up with her snatch, and drive it in all the way, almost giving her whiplash. With one hand holding onto her waist, I grab her hair with the other and pull her head back. She has her eyes closed, and has a smile of pure lust on her face. While holding her back by her hair, I use my other hand to slap her firm ass hard.
This type of urge comes over me every so often, to really give my wife my best. She knows I can get pretty rough, and she loves it. There is a bead of sweat hanging from the tip of my nose now, but I keep slamming into Laura, my balls slapping her clit as I spank her now red ass cheeks over and over. And then I unload.
The hot shower spraying over my body is exactly what I need to start my Saturday. The restful sleep I had last night after finishing off in my wife has left me feeling like a new man, albeit a little grimy after two fucks and a suck yesterday.
Laura let me lie in this morning, and when I come downstairs I glance at the digital clock on the cooker and see it's already after 10am.
Carla is sitting on the sofa with her laptop in her knees. She's looking extremely beautiful as usual, pure perfection.
"Morning sleepy head," she says cheerfully, her smile beaming at me across the room.
I walk over and lean down, giving her a kiss on the lips.
"Morning to you too," I say. "You working on some college stuff?"
"Yeah, I have a report due next week. Laura and Claire are gone to a bake sale at the high school. Some fundraiser I think. Good chance for me to get this done with a quiet house," she says, dropping a subtle hint to make myself scarce.
"I'll get out of your hair," I say, smiling. Carla smiles back, letting me know that's exactly what she wants.
"Where's Ben?" I ask, as I make a coffee.
"He's gone over to see his "other Mommy" since 9am," she says making air quotes with her fingers and rolling her eyes, clearly not overly impressed.
That's what he calls Jean. My boss. Yeah, my 19 year old son is sleeping with her too. I don't blame him. If you seen this woman you would understand. I've learned to accept it, we'll leave it at that.
I decide to head down to the school to meet up with Laura and Claire. Laura is a teacher there, so I want to show my support. I say goodbye to Carla with another kiss, a deeper one this time. I'll never get tired kissing someone so beautiful, she's so hot she would make your eyes water.
It's just after 11am when I park up at the school and I see a sign in the parking lot for the bake sale, pointing towards the gym. There's a decent crowd here already, and I see some familiar faces from around town. Mostly other parents and students, and also some teachers. Laura and I both went to school here, so I'm no stranger to this place.
"Hey Dad, you came," Claire says, as she sneaks up on me from behind.
"Sure did honey, I love a nice cream pie, as you know," I say, adding a little wink.
Claire blushes, and doesn't say anything.
"Where's your Mom?" I ask.
"She's over there with some of the other teachers," Claire says, pointing to the far end of the gym, underneath one of the basketball hoops. "We got here before 8am. Mom wanted to come early to help set everything up."
"Have you had anything since breakfast?" I ask my daughter.
"Oh Dad, I'm so stuffed. I've had so many cookies I feel kinda sick," Claire tells me.
"Serves you right," I say, but she knows I'm only kidding.
I'm just about to walk over to Laura when Claire's friend Sara joins us. I can't help but give her the once over, she is wearing her cheerleader outfit after all. I've always been a sucker for the blue and yellow tank top and miniskirt when I was a student here, and obviously not much has changed. I knew Sara was on the cheer team, something that seems to eternally annoy Claire, she hates that bullshit as she constantly says. But she and Sara have been best friends for too long to let something like that get in the way of their friendship.
I've never actually seen Sara wear the outfit before, up close I mean. Sure I've seen the cheerleaders at Ben's games up until last year before he went to college, but I've always been too much into the game and Ben's performance to really pay attention. Now that Sara is standing in front of me, I like what I see.
"Hi Claire's Dad," the bubbly Sara says, flashing me her perfectly white teeth when she smiles.
"Hi Sara. It's Tom, for the hundredth time," I say, smiling and shaking my head.
"I didn't know you were coming today," Claire says to her friend.
"We just finished practice, and I was feeling a little peckish so I thought I'd come in and see what's on offer," Sara says.
As the two friends chat, I can't help but look Sara up and down again. She's a really pretty girl, her black hair tied back in a tight ponytail, and it contrasts so well with her lightly tanned complexion. Her skin is flawless I notice, her face looks so smooth. The joys of youth. She has a nice set of tits, not overly big, but definitely a handful. The outfit really shows them off. But of course I can't help looking down below her short skirt, I'm a sucker for a nice pair of legs. And Sara doesn't disappoint.
The three of us chat about school for the next few minutes, but my wandering eye can't help itself now that I'm in the zone. I want Sara, bad. I've never touched any of Claire's friends. Since they all turned 18 and became eligible, for want of a better word, I thought of them as off-limits as I didn't want to cause any awkwardness for Claire. I think we're probably past that stage considering what Claire and I get up to at home now.
I don't even want to know if her friends' Dads have been as considerate. If I'm honest with myself, I doubt they could resist a little hottie like Claire. But what I don't know doesn't hurt me.
I can feel my cock begin to grow as I look at Sara's petite body in that fucking outfit. She has surely noticed me staring at her. But then again, she is probably so used to guys leering that she has become oblivious.
"Claire, I think your Mom is calling you over," I say, trying to get Sara on her own so I can do my thing.
"Nah, don't think so Dad," Claire says, as she looks over in her mother's direction.
"No, I'm pretty sure she is," I persist.
"Really, what's wrong with her. Why can't she just come over here," Claire says, starting to get a little pissed off.
She's a super smart girl, but can be slow to pick up on a hint sometimes. Not Sara though. She knows exactly what's going on here.
"No, you're Dad's right Claire, I saw her trying to get your attention too. Just go over to her," Sara says, and she shoots me a quick look.
"Whatever, I'll be right back," Claire says, as she stomps off over to Laura.
"Come on, I know a place we can go," Sara says to me as soon as Claire is out of earshot. Then she walks off without waiting for an answer, leading the way with me following a few steps behind her, trying to be discreet.
She brings me outside, down a lane that runs between the gym and some classrooms, and then back inside into a corridor. This part of the school is deserted, everyone must be out in the gym at the fundraiser. She's still maybe ten steps ahead of me, and I can't peel my eyes off her ass and legs. I'm so fucking excited I feel like a schoolkid again, sneaking off to make out with a hot chick. Then suddenly, she pushes open a door to the right, and holds it for me. It's a storage closet, full of cleaning utensils, mops, all that sort of stuff. But it's surprisingly spacious, with more than enough room for the two of us.
The door is on a spring, and it closes shut behind me when Sara lets go. Then suddenly we're in complete darkness. I feel Sara come up really close to me, then a light overhead flashes and comes to life. She was reaching around me to hit the light switch. It's not her first time in here, she managed to find that switch very quick, even in the dark.
The light is very dim, but it's bright enough to see this perky young beauty here with me.
"So Claire's Dad, what did you want to get me all on my own for?" she asks, putting me on the spot. A cheeky grin appearing on her face as she stands with a hand on one of her hips as she leans her weight over on one leg. Here I am, a grown man more than twice her age, and I'm the one feeling insecure and speechless. That's the confidence of cheerleaders I guess.
"Em, you know," I mumble.
"What took you so long? I thought you would want to get into my panties as soon as I turned 18. I've seen how you look at me when I've over visiting Claire."
It's true, she has me.
"I didn't want to ruin your and Claire's friendship," I say honestly.
"Ha," she laughs, covering her mouth. "Oh god, you're serious," she says then, seeming to realize I'm serious.
"What's so funny about that?" I say.
"Well, Claire blows my Dad almost every time she calls over, and we're still friends. I think we'll be OK," she laughs again.
"I want more than a blowjob from you, little miss," I say, and I grab her by her waist. pulling her close. The pang of jealously hits me when I hear this about Claire. If Sara's Dad uses my little girl like that, then I'm going to take what I want here.
Sara puts her hands on my chest, and she seems so small now that I'm holding her close. She looks up at me with her big brown eyes, her lips parted. Fuck she's a little sexpot. I take a moment to just look at her, take in her beauty and appreciate how lucky I am at what I'm about to do, then I lean down and plant my lips on hers. The fruity taste of her lip gloss hits me immediately, and only adds to my horniness.
Her tongue enters my mouth first, then I push mine into hers. After a few seconds of our mutual urgency to explore each other, we settle into a long passionate kiss. I drop my hands from her waist down to feel her little tight ass, then I pull her in even closer against my rock hard cock that's seriously constricted in my jeans.
She breaks away first, turns around and grabs hold of a shelving unit, sticking her ass out towards me. Her intent is clear. I drop my jeans and boxers down around my ankles, my cock at full mast pointing at Sara's back. I reach up under her skirt and pull down her panties.
She hasn't even bothered to look at my cock, but she's presenting herself for me to take her anyway.
"What are you waiting for," she says back to me over her shoulder.
These young people. All this comes so easy to them, but I suppose they know no different. They've never lived a day of their adult lives in the world I grew up in. They've never really experienced the fear of rejection, nor the nervousness that comes with approaching someone you want to hook up with.
"You sure you're ready," I say, as I stroke my cock a few times while I squat down a little so I can get my cock in between her legs. I throw her skirt up on her back, and her pert ass is right there waiting for me.
"Come on, I'm horny, get on with it for crying out loud," she says.
OK honey, you asked for it. Don't say you weren't warned.
I stick a finger into her pussy to see if she's at least a bit wet, which she certainly is. I also notice she has a big black bush. I normally prefer bald or at least trimmed pussies, but this thick crop of hair really suits Sara for some reason. It's turning me on even more, if that's possible.
I stick the tip in, and she is very tight. But she seems OK with my large size so far, so I press ahead. But as soon as I push half my cock into her, the tightness intensifies, and she seems to realize I don't have the average cock she was probably expecting.
"Holy fucking shit man, stop, easy, easy," she gasps, and reaches her hand down between her legs to grab hold of the half of my shaft that still waiting to enter her. "What, there's more of it?" she exclaims loudly. "And how thick is this thing?"
"I did ask if you were ready?" I say defensively.
"It's OK, just give me a second. I'll stretch," Sara says, and she takes some deep breaths as she rests her forehead on a shelf between her hands.
I keep still, with half my cock in her vice like pussy. I can feel it throb inside her.
"OK, go slow," she eventually breaths.
She has loosened a little, so I pull out a bit and then back in. I keep doing this until I'm eventually fully inside her. She may be suffering for now, but if I'm truthful, I'm enjoying this feeling so much. Her tight teenage pussy feels amazing. These young people may think they have it all sown up with their confidence, but in reality girls like Sara have no experience in the grand scheme of things. She may have taken her share of needle dick teenagers in this closet and think she has it cracked, but when a real cock is shoved into her she is brought back down to earth.
Having said that, she is taking it like a champ now. I've picked up the pace and I'm giving her a right good seeing to. I have a firm grip on her waist as I hold her skirt up on her back out of the way with my thumbs, which gives me a great view of her gorgeous little ass.
"It's so big, oh Christ," she mumbles to herself. "I'm.... going.... to....," and then she trails off as her climax hits and she lets out a long moan.
She looks back at me when it passes and there are tears streaming down her face.
"Why haven't you fucked me before now" she says. "Fuck I needed this."
I ignore her. I'm getting close myself and I want to enjoy screwing this super tight pussy to the end.
Not long after, I feel my balls stir and I know I'm near.
"Where do you want it?" I ask, ever the polite guy.
"Inside me. I'm on the pill so it's safe," she says.
She doesn't need to tell me twice. Just as I'm about to cum, I reach up with one hand to grab her right tit, and it feels so good.
Then I fire what feels like an endless volley of cum ropes deep into this 18 year old, flooding her womb and coating her entire pussy with my semen.
When I pull out, she immediately spins around and reaches her hands up around my neck, pulling me down for a hungry kiss.
"Wow," she says, when she pulls her tongue from my mouth a minute or two later. "Just, wow."
I decide the best thing for me to do now is get out of here. I don't want to face Claire. She may have failed to get what was happening earlier, but I'm sure the penny has dropped by now. So leaving Sara behind to clean herself up, I go straight from the storage closet to the car park and make my escape. The only thought in my head after that fuck is I need to test drive a few more of Claire's friends.
You want to watch a movie tonight? I text Emma.
It's Sunday morning, and I'm just back from a nice long run. I texted Emma before jumping into the shower, and I see there's a massage on the screen as soon as I come back into the bedroom to find some clothes.
Sounds nice. Wanna come over around 8? Kids will all be in bed by then, she replies.
It's a date, I write back, and smile to myself.
I was up and out early this morning, and it's only 9am now. Laura is still asleep in our bed. She looks so peaceful and beautiful. But I love the kick I'm feeling from arranging to meet her sister tonight.
As I'm coming down the stairs I'm still a little turned on from texting Emma. 8pm is a long time away, I'm not sure I'll last that long. I don't want to disturb Laura, so I'll see who else is up.
Excellent, Carla is making breakfast when I come into the kitchen. She's hasn't dressed yet, so she's still wearing her usual bedtime attire, a t-shirt that stops just under her tits, and a pair of panties. Pink ones today. Her ass looks divine.
"Good morning," I say to her as I walk over to where she's standing at the counter.
"Hey," she replies. "You want me to make you some breakfast?"
"Sure, in a minute," I reply, and I take her by the hand and start to lead her over to the sofa. "Just need some relief first."
"Mmmm, someone's keen this morning," she says. "Did your wife not perform her duties?"
"She's asleep. Anyway, it's you I want now. Lie down," I say.
She pulls off her panties and gets on her back on the sofa. I pull down my shorts and climb on top of her, entering her in one fluid motion. Perfect pussy, dripping wet as usual, it amazes me every time even after fucking her several times a week for the last six months since she moved in.
"There you go, that's my man," Carla says into my ear as I hump her. "You use me anytime you want, OK baby. This pussy is all yours."
I cum into her with a grunt in less than a minute. That'll keep me going.
At 7.59pm, I swing the car into Emma's driveway. Jack answers the door.
"Hey Tom," he says with a smile. He knows I'm here for his wife, but he hides it well.
"Hey Jack, good to see you," I say, almost sincerely.
We've gotten over our bitterness towards each other, and we've even started to become close to being friends again. Except for when I want his wife that is. Laura told me he's still screwing her, which I can't really complain about given the circumstances. He doesn't come over to our house to do it, as far as I know anyway. And I don't bother asking Laura for the details. But at least he has the decency to leave me and Emma alone when I come over here.
"She's in the sitting room," he says, holding the door open for me.
He walks with me down the hall to where Emma is.
"Hey Em, I'm going to go over to Steve's place for a while. I'll see you later," Jack says from the doorway. Steve is his brother.
"OK, see you later," Emma says rather coldly to her husband. "Hey Tom, you're right on time. So I've added a few movies to my list that we can pick from. Now don't get annoyed but most of them are rom-coms," she says excitedly, rambling on, the contrast in how she speaks to me very noticeable after the exchange she just had with Jack.
We settle on a movie, well I just agree with Emma's first suggestion really, and we snuggle up on the sofa together. I throw my feet up on the foot stool, and Emma sits in as close to me as possible, resting her head on my shoulder. I love being with her like this.
The movie turns out to be more enjoyable than I was expecting. The usual romantic comedy where you can guess the outcome after seeing the first minute, but it was engaging and heart warming. Emma and I had several kisses and other little moments of closeness throughout the 90 minute long film, I would kiss the top of her head when she moved it over to the front of my shoulder, Emma would trace her finger along my palm as we hold hands. There's no doubt about it, I've fallen in love with this woman, and I don't care that she's my sister-in-law.
When the credits start to roll, Emma flicks off the TV and stands up. She smiles at me, and leaves the room. We've had our romantic evening, now it's time for fucking. The way things are at the moment, I'm not sure which I enjoy more. Good thing we get to have both.
Sometimes Emma likes to have intimate sex with me, when we leave her more kinky needs aside. Then other times she wants me to treat her like a piece of meat, and give her a brutal pounding, among other things, to satisfy her deepest carnal cravings. I've gotten pretty good at sensing what she wants. Practice makes perfect I guess. This evening I'm certain she wants to make love.
She's in the process of undressing in her dimly lit room when I get there. Her top is off, and she's wearing a plain black bra. He tits are not as big as they were when we started this affair, she's stopped breast feeding her youngest since then, and her size has reduced a little as a result. They're still a damn fine pair.
As I walk into her bedroom, she's peeling her black yoga pants down over her perfect ass. She unclasps her bra letting it fall to the floor, she pulls down her black thong and steps out of it, then she turns around to face me.
I undress too. My manhood is standing proudly, all 8 inches of the thickest hardness most women have ever seen. Nobody can fill Emma's pussy like me.
We just look at each other for a long time, but there is no awkwardness between us. We're simply enjoying looking at each other. I'm leaking precum already, a large drop is hanging on by a string from my piss hole.
Emma makes the first move, as she walks over to me and starts to kiss all over my chest. When we move over to the bed, we get in under the covers and I mount her while she lies on her back. As fat as my cock is, it easily slides into her. We go slow, kissing each other's faces, mouths, necks, anywhere we can reach. Sometimes slow intimate sex like this brings me to the boil quicker than a hard and fast fuck fest. So neither Emma nor I are surprised when I whisper "I'm going to cum."
She raises her legs and wraps them around me, taking me in even deeper. I don't speed up at the end, I just let my climax wash over me as my balls begin to tighten and my cum shoots out of my pulsating cock. This is a big load, and it's intense. Emma holds me as I empty myself into her, stroking the back of my head soothingly with one hand, her other is on my ass pulling me as deep inside her body as possible.
"Yes baby, give me that seed," she purrs, then sticks her tongue into my ear, which manages to draw out yet another rope of my cream.
Nobody on this earth can fuck me like Emma.
"Tom, I've got something to tell you," she says while I'm still on top of her, and still hard inside her.
She pauses, hesitating for a long time, then eventually speaks.
"Tom, I'm pregnant," she finally whispers.
I freeze, unable to speak, because I know what she's going to say next.
"It's yours," she whispers even more quietly.
To say I'm stunned would be the understatement of the year. I don't know if any sound would even come out if I tried to speak.
"Tom, say something," Emma says after the longest minute of my life.
"I.... I, love you, Emma," I manage to breath.
My stomach feels like it's after flipping upside down, and my head begins to spin. I can't believe this. This wasn't the plan, I mean, surely she's on birth control. I just assumed. How could this happen. But I immediately believe her when she says it's mine.
"I love you too, Tom," she says back, and I realize both of us really mean what we've just said. We've declared our love for each other in the most intimate way imaginable.
The initial shock begins to wear off, and I start to regain my senses. The first thing I notice is I'm fully hard again, my cock still inside Emma. And that's when nature takes control of my body and I start thrusting in and out of her already cum filled pussy. Somehow, hearing I've impregnated my sister-in-law has made me more aroused than I can ever remember being in my life.
I push my hands into the mattress either side of Emma's shoulders, leaning back so I can look her in the eye as we seal our love. I bring my face down to hers and we kiss passionately while we fuck at an ever increasing pace. I think I'm in some sort of shock after hearing that news, but right now all that matters is this sex.
The slopping sounds from my cock plunging into her overflowing cunt is filling the room. My stomach and balls are completely covered in our mixed juices, and so is Emma, but I continue to shaft her properly now. I've knocked up my sister-in-law, the woman I fantasized about for 20 years. Holy shit. I can't deny what I'm thinking deep down, I feel like a total fucking stud.
We roll around on the bed for the next half hour of sex, taking turns going on top. Emma fucks like a maniac when she gets her turn to ride me. Her dark brown hair is a mess as it flies all over place from her bouncing. Eventually, she brings me to orgasm again, I can't hold off any longer with the way she gyrates her body on mine. She came multiple times during this fuck, and rode her way through each one.
When Emma climbs off me, my still hard but spent cock finally springs free. We both lie naked side by side on the bed, the sheets in a pile on the floor.
"Do you believe me Tom, that it's yours?" Emma asks, after she has managed to catch her breath.
"Yes, of course I do Emma," I say, turning my head to look at her so she knows I mean it.
"I want to do a test, just so there is no doubt, but I know it has to be yours. I haven't let any other man ejaculate inside my since we started this thing we have. I've barely let Jack near me in months. I get used quite a bit when I go to the store or wherever, but I never let them finish in me. Plus, I always make them wear a rubber if they want my pussy," Emma tells me.
Hearing Emma talk about letting other men use her is so fucking hot.
"Are you not on oral birth control?" I ask.
"I want to be honest about everything Tom. So I have to own up to something else. I am on the pill, but sometimes things get so busy, with the kids, school, everything. I've missed a day or two, here and there over the last few months. And with the amount of sperm you put into me every week, well, in hindsight this was inevitable. Please don't be angry Tom, I know I'm a fucking idiot to let this happen," Emma says, her eyes filling up with tears.
"Emma, of course I'm not angry. We're in this together. I could never be angry with you. This is as much my fault as yours. As you said, you are hardly ever without a load of mine inside you. I can't get enough of you, I'm totally addicted to that pussy of yours," I say, and we both laugh, which is a nice moment to share as we process this massive change that's going to happen to all our lives.
"How far along are you?" I ask.
"Two months, I think. I'll know for sure next week, I have an appointment with my obstetrician," she tells me, hesitates, and then says, "do you want to come with me?"
"Absolutely, I'm all in Emma," I say, and I can see her physically relax a bit.
We sit and chat for the next hour, talking over everything, reassuring each other that this is going to be OK. I don't know how we're going to break the news to our spouses, especially Laura. I mean, this is big. Life changing. Fucking Emma is one thing, but getting her pregnant. Well that's on a whole other level. Will Laura leave me? It's all a bit too much to think about right now. I'm still processing the news myself. But there's no getting away from this, the truth will have to come out sooner or later.
The sound of the door closing downstairs snaps us both back to reality. Jack's home. I look at my phone to check the time and get a shock when I see it's almost 1am.
"OK, I better go home," I say to Emma, When I climb out of the bed I throw the sheets back to her, and she wraps them around herself. "We'll get through this Emma," I say. "I'm here with you every step of the way."
"Thanks Tom," she says, seeming a lot calmer than when we started to discuss things after our sex.
I get dressed and walk towards the door to leave. But before I turn the knob Emma speaks again.
"I love you Tom," she says, and I get an excited tingling feeling in my stomach hearing her say those words.
"I love you too," I say back, and we just smile at each other.
When I get home I go straight up the stairs but stop outside mine and Laura's room. I feel I need to avoid my wife tonight. I love her so much, and I've betrayed her in one of the worst ways possible.
So instead, I walk down the hallway to Claire's room, and quietly sneak in taking care not to make a sound when I close the door behind me. I strip off all my clothes and climb into bed beside my daughter. She's sound asleep, but she must sense I'm here as she scooches close to me, nuzzling her naked backside against my leg. I roll onto my side and get into a comfortable spooning position, ignoring my stiffening cock as it finds a home for the night in between my daughter's thighs.
I lie awake for a long time, staring into the pitch-black darkness of the room, too many thoughts and scenarios playing out in my head.
I sleep in Claire's room pretty regularly, but tonight it's her soft breathing and the warm feeling of her naked body in my arms that I'm finding comfort in. We usually just fuck each other for hours.
I don't know how long it took me to fall asleep, but it felt like I only closed my eyes when Claire's alarm wakes me. She's still in my arms, and my morning wood is throbbing between her legs.
"Mmmm, this is a nice surprise," she says sleepily as she reaches her hand down to my cock, and pushes the tip inside as I lay behind her. She loves getting fucked in the morning. Who doesn't I suppose.
Claire and I always have amazing sex, and this time is no different. The forbidden thrill of screwing my sexy daughter never, ever gets boring. But today, she's also helping distract me from the bombshell that comes crashing back to my thoughts seconds after waking up.
When we finish, I go take a shower in the en suite. Laura is up already so I have the bedroom to myself.
I arrive downstairs dressed for work. Laura, Claire, Ben and Carla are all sitting around the kitchen table eating breakfast, talking and laughing together. I have a home people can only imagine in their wildest dreams, and now I may have put all that in jeopardy.
The whole situation is suffocating and exciting in equal measure. One thing is for sure, there are some turbulent times ahead.
- Next page: Chapter 12.1
- Previous page: Chapter 10.2
