By the time I eased back down, Terry was reclining back in his chair, his belly soaked with his load.
“Fuck” he gasped. “Damn you are one perverted pixie” he smiled.
“Oh my God” I shuddered from the aftershocks.
“You’re going to fuck him, you perverted pixie” Terry chuckled.
“Oh God no” I gasped. Now that my brain was clearing, more of my normal shy self was returning. “I can’t…he’s your father…it would be…” I stuttered.
“If it happens it happens” Terry shrugged. “If we can share the business, we can share a woman” he smiled.
“Terry!” I was shocked at his suggestion.
“God I’d give my eye teeth to see that” I heard him sigh. Did he really mean that?
That night as I lay in bed, his words echoed in my mind. Maybe it was the horniness and the loneliness; maybe it was just the perverted pixie in me; I don’t know. I slid my cell phone out from under my pillow and sent off a quick text. I knew Terry would be still awake with the time difference.
“Did you really mean that?” I typed.
“Mean what?” Terry came back quickly.
“Your father…me” I typed in. Maybe being on text gave me a shelter, I’m not sure I could have asked that earlier on face time.
I waited in the darkness for his answer, it took a few minutes and I was worried I had upset him being so bold. When the phone pinged I opened up the messenger and got a shock. It wasn’t a text on my screen but the image of my husbands’ cock, and it was as hard as a steel pipe.
“I want to see it” his words followed.
It was a total role reversal for me; something so far out of my comfort zone it sent shivers down my spine. My tough as nails, soldier husband, wanted his wife to cuckold him; suddenly I was the one in command. Sliding the phone back under my pillow I drifted off to sleep literally leaking between my thighs.
The next day I waited until early afternoon, and then sent Mark a text. Being the heat of the day I knew he would confuse it, and that was exactly what I wanted. I positioned my phone on the small shelf of the laundry room between the detergent bottles and waited.
“I’m so hot” was all I had sent him.
I knew Mark would take it the air wasn’t working again, and that was my intent. When I heard the front door, I waited in the laundry room. I was wearing a light summer dress that buttoned up the front, and my panties were dripping in anticipation. When Mark poked his head into the room I thought I would faint from nervousness.
“Hey” he said as he stepped into the small room. “What’s wrong?” his question so innocent and yet so leading.
“I’m hot” I said back, hearing my voice quiver.
“The house feels fine” he looked confused.
“Not the house Mark” I said as I reached up and popped the first two buttons on my dress. “I’m hot” I husked.
“Kara…” Mark’s face looked so shocked I almost laughed. His mousy little daughter-in-law suddenly had the upper hand.
“It’s not every day I find my panties filled with my father-in-law’s cum” I said as more buttons came undone.
I had deliberately not worn a bra; and I watched his eyes pop out as my 34 C’s came into full view, capped with what were now rock hard nipples.
“Oh God…Kara…I’m so sorry…” he tried to apologize.
“You should be” I said as I stepped closer. “Now do it again.” I hissed at him as my brain turned to mush and hormones once again took control.
“Oh God…Kara…” Mark moaned.
“Come on baby” I cooed. “I want you to cum in my panties again.” I slid my hands down my taut belly and gripped the elastic waist of my panties. “These ones” I husked as I stretched the fabric out.
“Oh my fucking God” Mark gasped as my shaved mound came into view.
I could tell by the look in his eyes he wanted to refuse, but the sound of his zipper going down was all I needed to hear to know I had him. I held my panties straight out as my other hand reached between us. His cock sprang free, right into my grip.
“Mmmmm, so hard” I moaned softly.
“I bet those balls are so fucking full” I half growled.
“Oh shit…Kara” he grunted.
I looked up into eyes that devoured my body with lust. Only Terry had ever looked at me with that kind of naked desire. The fact I turned him on so much sent a shudder of lust through me. I looked up at where the camera phone was and hoped we were in center. This is for you baby, I thought; because right then I just wanted to fuck the shit out of him.
“That’s it Mark, give it to me” I whispered in my seductive voice as my hand began stroking his long cock.
“Oh shit…Kara…what are you doing?” Mark grunted as his hips moved in time to my hand.
“The same thing you did yesterday” I told him. “Jacking you off into my panties” I said.
“But you’re…you’re…” he struggled to say.
“Wearing them?” God I had never felt so wanton, and so in control; it was fantastic.
I could feel his cock throbbing in my grip, I knew he was close but he was fighting it.
“Cum for me Mark” I husked. “Cum on my pussy…Dad” I watched his eyes roll back at the last word.
That was the trigger, I realized. That not only was he going to cum; but that it was his daughter-in-law; the forbidden fruit. He reached out and gripped the washing machine to steady his shaking body as I felt his cock jerk in my grip. I looked down just in time to watch a thick rope of cream jet out of the tip and splatter just above my mound.
“Awwww fuuuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk” Mark groaned as a second jet erupted, splattering my lower belly.