When Stephen added how, on hearing his step, Kay had arched her back for him, parting her legs and sticking out her tongue, Karen, without any indication that she was about to do so, wrenched open the top of her housecoat revealing her bare breasts.
I nearly died! Poor Stephen nearly swallowed his own tongue!
Flushed, fanning herself with her tiny hand, she apologised to the both of us. “I… I can’t help it! It’s my hormones. They are out of control right now.” She bit her lip, looking earnestly up at Stephen. She made big puss-and-boots eyes. He stared at her breasts like a deer in head-lights. She stood up on her knees to give him a better look. “Look how hard my nipples are! Seriously! They’re like this all the fucking time!” and she pinched them hard, twisting them and rubbing them, enjoying his mesmerised expression.
My prick was solid in my trousers now, watching from the arm-chair.
Pleading, she said, “I’m horny all the fucking time. It’s such a pain. It’s just… picturing Kay like that…Please? Please let me do this! Is that okay? Can you just ignore me and go on.”
I offered no objection of course. Neither did Stephen. And no wonder. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. Nearly eight months’ pregnant, suffice it to say, Karen’s breasts have never looked so fucking delicious.
“She… she was wearing a leash. On her collar.” Stephen went on distractedly, after a very long time. He could not tear his eyes away from her.
What did you do?” Karen urged, saucily. “Did you put your cock in her mouth?”
“I… I… er.” Stephen stammered, “I… I was just about to. Yeah. I actually had my cock in my hand and was just about to say something when another man’s voice called out from the bathroom!”
“What! Oh my fucking gawd!!! There was actually… who was it? What did he say?”
“I… I don’t know who he was, I never saw him. He called out, “Little bird, you better not be playing with your pussy out there.”
Karen gasped.
“I’m not, Daddy. I’m just waiting patiently for Daddy to come and fuck my little mouth.”
“Good girl. I’ll be out in a moment. Just taking a piss.”
“You can piss on me Daddy, if you like. You can piss in my mouth if want to. I don’t mind. I’ll do anything Daddy wants because I’m Daddy’s little cum-rag!”
“Cum-rag!” Karen gasped and unbelievably, to our surprise, she reached climax! A mini-orgasm but strong enough to send a massive jolt through her followed by small spasms of pleasure. All from twisting her nipples!
Stephen was shocked and allowed her to force her way between his legs so she could collapse on his lap, her face on his belly and chest. He stroked her bare back tenderly and searching me for guidance. I approved with a reassuring nod.
After five minutes, Karen, still crumpled in his lap managed to ask, “What happened then? What did you do?”
“I…” Stephen looked ashamed. “I ran away before he came out. They… they never even knew I was there!”
Stephen’s prick solid now and in Karen’s hand when she sat back on her heels. She’d whipped it out of his boxers with the skill of a card shark and was wanking him gently like it was no big deal.
“And you don’t know who he was?” she inquired.
“I… I actually thought it was Tom.” he said looking at me.
“Me? Why on earth would you think that?”
“I don’t know. It all happened so fast and I had so much adrenaline going through me. It was his voice. I recognised it. I was sure it was… someone I knew well.”
“And that’s why you came here?” Karen grinned teasingly, still stroking his manhood. Her smile was so sexy it was captivating. “You thought my husband was fucking your wife, so you came here to… what? To fuck his wife? Were you going to take revenge and fuck me, Stephen?”
Stephen agonized, making Karen grin with delight. She closed her breasts around his shaft and worked gently up and down for several bliss-filled minutes before taking him in her mouth and giving him the blowjob to end all blowjobs.
My wife is fucking clever. I’ll give her that.
This was calculated.
Had been from the start.
Stephen was near to a nervous breakdown when he’d come shambling in out of the rain. Now, he was euphoric, so lust drunk on endorphins he was practically on cloud nine.
“Oh, baby, you feel so good in my mouth. Your cock is so fucking beautiful. I fucking love it.” Karen moaned and licked and kissed and sucked, maintaining eye-contact, driving Stephen insane. “I know who Kay is fucking, sweetheart. She’s fucking your father.”
She added this bombshell in the same sex-talk tone of voice, still licking his cock like a candy apple, so it took Stephen several long moments to hit home. It was fascinating to watch the truth sink in. But inevitably, it did.
The poor guy made a weird guttural moan and flinched like he’d just been slapped. He tried to get to his feet. Karen stopped him by standing on her knees and shoving his chest, letting her robe fall to the floor. “Hey, wait. Wait a second, honey.”
Stephen struggled. Taking hold of her shoulders he gently tried to push her away, watching her naked breasts jiggle at the same time but she slipped free and clamped around his waist like a wrestler.
“Karen… are you… you’re not serious, are you?” he pleaded. “This is a joke, right? My Dad wouldn’t…” he didn’t continue, thinking that his dad… would.
My wife held tight – there was no removing her. And she stayed that way, like a barnacle on a rock until he calmed down and sagged, defeated in the chair. She held him so long that his cock was totally soft and his pubic bush had left an imprint between her boobs. She caressed his cheek lovingly, kissing his chest and cuddling.
“It’s just naughty, dirty sex. He’s been fucking her for… well, for ages now! Months and months. Since the month he stayed at yours. When his house was being fixed up.” she told him.
Poor guy. He looked dumb-struck, like he wanted to yell or run away or cry all at the same time.
Karen hugged him and held him for a long time until he started to hug her back. She stroked his hair and made him hold her.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her bare ass as he held her – the robe pooled around her on the floor. I wanted him to touch her. I wanted to watch him caress that beautiful ass. Instantly, I felt like a fucking heel because he was sobbing.
“But Karen, that was nearly six months ago! You mean they’ve been at it all this time? My Dad? My own father? Are you sure?” But as he said it, he knew she was right. He had recognised the voice. “How… how did it start? And… and… oh God!”
“It started because he saw the picture of James in your bedroom.” Karen confided.
“Ah, not that fucking picture! I knew we should’ve taken it down but Kay wouldn’t let me.”
The picture she referred to, of course, was the close up of James Thompson’s massive cock stretching out Kay’s pink pussy while he held her in the degrading Full-Nelson position.
My wife Karen was the first to pose for the degrading, filthy portrait. It still hangs proudly in James’s apartment for everyone to see – no longer in the bedroom – it hangs pride of place in his sitting room! A gigantic framed photograph of my wife, impaled on his cock in a head-lock with her legs pinned back, feet up in the air and her pussy stretched obscenely around his thick glistening prick.