“So what’s got my pixie so wound up?” Terry asked.
“Oh God…please baby” I almost whimpered.
“Tell me, I want to know” he gave that smile that set flames in my belly.
I actually did it, I confessed right there on my couch. I told him about the air conditioning; and his father coming to fix it. I haltingly told him about what I saw in the laundry room; and God help me I told him how I had watched.
“What did he look like?” Terry’s voice was husky.
“What?” my brain was half fuzzed from lust at this point.
“Describe it” he pushed my boundaries.
“Thick” I gasped as my fingers plunged deeper. “God he was thick” I moaned.
“I bet he would stretch that tight little pussy” Terry’s words burned at me.
“Oh fuck” I grunted as I added a third finger, imagining that thick cock sliding into me.
“How big” his voice continued to egg me on.
“About…eight inches…” I grunted. “Long…like you, with a crowned head” I half growled as I ground my heel into my clit.
I was so close to cumming, I knew it wouldn’t take much more. I glanced at the IPad and watched as Terry’s arm moved up and down.
“Are you…masturbating…?” I panted as I watched.
His screen shifted and I watched his fist pump up and down that thick hard cock I loved so much.
“Fuck yes” I grunted as my body shook.
“Go get them” the screen shifted back to his face.
“What…get them?” I was confused and right on the verge of a massive explosion.
“You heard me” I could see raw lust in his eyes.
I set the IPad on the couch and half walked half stumbled to the laundry room. I pulled the thin wad of cloth from the hamper and headed back to the couch. I could feel the stickiness in the cloth between my fingers; it had only been a few hours and hadn’t completely dried yet. Jesus, how much had he pumped into them, my mind wondered.
Sitting on the couch I dropped my feet on the coffee table, allowing me to rest the IPad on my knees. This left one hand free to slip back between my thighs, while the other held the cloth up to the camera for terry to see.
“Fuck” he grunted as he stared at the soaked thin cloth. “He fucking filled them” he husked.
I slid two fingers back into my drenched pussy and watched as my loving husband jerked off to the sight of my panties soiled by his father. This was so surreal, and so fucking hot I was losing it.
“Oh fuck baby, I watched his balls as he came” I told Terry.
“Shit” Terry grunted as his hand moved faster. “He used to do that to moms” he said. “God she hated that.” He grinned.
Terry’s parents were divorced. Not the nasty kind but they had actually parted as friends. After fifteen years they had finally come to the realization that getting married because you had knocked a girl up; was not the key to a long lasting relationship. They had parted ways, his mother since getting remarried; but his dad was good looking man, and as I now knew, more than well endowed. He had played the field for the last few years.
I was brought back to reality when Terry leaned toward the screen. “Smell them” he told me.
“Oh Jesus baby” I moaned.
“Shove them in your face you perverted woman” he husked.
Just like the image of being pinned under him as he pounded into me; my submissive nature surfaced; and then next thing I was inhaling deeply as I shoved the gusset of my panties at my nose.
I caught just the bare hint of my own scent; but it was over powered by the strong smell of sweat and male seed as it filled my nostrils. Just like I had seen Mark do, my tongue extended and slid across the sticky half dried cloth.
“Mmmmmmm” I moaned as his taste coated my tongue.
Having only been with Terry, it was the first time I had smelled or tasted another man; that tart flavor, the heady scent; sent my body into orbit.
“Oh fuck…baby…I’m going…” I grunted as my fingers plunged in and out of my leaking pussy.
“Put them on” Terry’s voice barked at me suddenly.
“Oh God…” I could only moan back.
“I want you to cum on my father” my husband husked at me.
I was gone, I mean totally gone. Just like when we made love, my body responded almost without my will. I scrambled between the IPad and pulling those damp panties up my thighs. Once they were in place, I propped the IPad on the coffee table, with a clear view down my thighs.
I was never good at using this technology, but Terry had patiently taught me. It was our one form of communication these last eight months, and it had come to be my lifeline to him. I pressed setting buttons and brought up the small insert image of me, so I could know it was positioned properly.
This might sound strange, but I was actually very shy and reserved. It was Terry who had brought out parts of me I had never dreamed lived inside me. Masturbation, oral; missionary, doggie; all the things I had never thought of. Terry had been the only lover I had known; he had taken my virginity at twenty-two, and over the last four years had shown me things that shocked, amazed, and thrilled me.
The first time we had made love, it had hurt. He was patient and loving and eased me through it. While we dated he showed me the joys of sex, and I thought I was in heaven. Then, coming home late with him, my parents were due home anytime, but Terry had been horny.
He bent me over the back of my parents couch, and ravaged every inch of my body. Within fifteen minutes I was blabbering for him to cum inside me and dripping all over the living room floor while he pounded into me. Now, here I was stretched out on my couch, watching him stroke his fat hard cock, while I wore my panties sticky with his fathers’ cum.
“Fuck yeah” I heard him grunt.
“Is that what you wanted baby” I whimpered. “To see your wife’s pussy covered in your daddy’s cum” I husked.
“Oh fuck” I watched Terry’s body shudder.
I was so gone as my brain shut down; and my hormone driven whore came roaring to life. I reached down and peeled the gusset of those panties to the side, letting him see the crusty cum cling to my shaved lips. I slowly slid one finger inside as Terry watched raptly.
“I’m pushing it…inside” I moaned.
“Oh fuck…do it baby” Terry panted. “Take my fathers’ cum.”
“Cum in me baby” my voice was hoarse. “I want you cum inside me, with your father’s.” I told him as my body mounted.
“Oh my fucking GOD!” Terry almost screamed. His fist was a blur as he watched my slime coated fingers sliding in and out.
“Kara” I heard him softly grunt.
Oh God, it was déjà vu. The same name, said the same way, with sheer raw lust. Watching his balls pulse as his seed erupted from the tip. It was like watching Mark all over again. I jammed two fingers deep and felt my belly light on fire.
“CUMMMINNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG” I screamed.
“Cumming on my husband…cumming on my father-in-law…cumminggg” I babbled as my body heaved and bounced on the couch.
It was one of the most mind blowing orgasms of my life; I had never squirted before, but hot juices boiled out of me as I soaked those panties. I heard Terry moaning through his own orgasm as my ears roared. God, just the mental thought of not one, but two men filling my hungry pussy was enough to make every sane thought melt out of my brain.