David Ingram - Hot bed family

"Kiss it, Anne. Show me you love it," he said.

"Ed! No, no, it's filthy."

"No, Anne, it's not filthy. Kiss it."

Anne turned her face away, her eyes clamped shut. "No!" she cried.

Ed ran his fingers through her blonde hair, then took a handful and jerked her face back around. "I said kiss it, you Goddamned bitch. Kiss it or I'll pull your hair out by the roots."

Anne whimpered with fear, her eyes filled with tears, then she kissed the end of his cock. It was sticky and wet. She grimaced. Ed took his cock in his fingers and smeared the end around on her lips.

"Open your mouth, Anne," he said gently.

When she opened her mouth to protest, he pushed his cock inside. She almost gagged.

"Now suck it, Anne. You'll enjoy it."

Anne wanted to gag, to retch, but she sucked his fat cock. She sucked until the strange taste was gone, and then she sucked some more. The thick stem grew in her mouth.

"I'm getting hard again, Anne. I want you to suck me off, suck me until I spend."

She kept sucking. Ed was surprised at how quickly she was bringing him up. She looked so beautiful with his cock in her lips. She was so revolted at the idea of his prick in her mouth. He started pumping gently while she sucked. It would be a quick one, and it would be a good one.

"I'm going to come, Anne. I'm going to come in your mouth. You have to swallow it."

Anne didn't struggle; she kept sucking at his pecker. And then it was in her mouth, the awful stuff was squirting in her mouth. She tried to retch, but he held her throat, held her lips tight around his squirting prick. He wouldn't let her throw up. She swallowed, her eyes watering, her stomach heaving, and the thick, hot stuff slid down her throat.

When he was through coming, he pulled his cock from her mouth and looked down at her, "That was wonderful, Anne. I loved it. Did you love it?"

"Kiss me," she said softly.

The big man lay on top of her and kissed her. Then he got out of the car and pushed his sagging penis into his pants and zipped up. Anne got out behind him and quickly smoothed her wrinkled skirt down, then slowly buttoned up the front. Ed reached back in the car and took her panties from the floor.

"May I keep these until next time?" he said, holding them to his nose.

"Yes," she said.

"There will be a next time. Won't there?"

"Yes," she said again.

"Where?"

"At home, in my own bed."

Ed liked that. He had never liked her husband. He was too pompous, too better than thou. It had been good to fuck his wife, it would be better to fuck her in her husband's bed.

"Call me tomorrow," he said.

"All right," Anne said, and turned and ran back into the church.

When she got to the bathroom, she felt sick to her stomach. She could feel his slick goo leaking from her cunt and sliding down her thigh. And to make matters worse, she went to the commode and threw up. She washed her face with cold water and felt better. When she stepped from the bathroom, her husband stood waiting for her.

"Where have you been?" he said.

"I felt sick. I've been sitting in there." She jerked her thumb to the john. "I threw up."

"Go home and go to bed if you're sick," he said.

"Yes, dear," Anne answered.

The wedding was over. Linda and Bill were gone. The guests were gone. Only Helen, Dan, and the best man were left in the church basement, and it was letdown time.

"What's on your schedule now, Tom?" Dan asked.

"Probably go back to the motel and get my stuff. I might cruise up to Chicago. My mother lives in Chicago."

"You can do all that tomorrow. Let's all go to a bar and have a couple of drinks. I have the blahs."

Tom looked at Helen, who was already feeling pretty good.

"Sounds great," she said.

"Okay," Tom said.

They went to one of the hotel bars downtown. It was always dimly lighted.

They had finished their first round when Dan pushed back his chair. "Hey, that was Ed Reeves that just came in, I need to talk to him. Order another round and I'll be right back." He got up from the table and went over to the bar.

Helen looked at Tom and Tom looked at Helen. "Let's dance," Tom said. They went to the floor and he took her in his arms, glancing at the bar. Dan had his back turned to them. Tom kissed her hard; she responded.

Ed Reeves was facing Dan and he could see the dance floor. He had never considered Helen Palmer for a possible affair. Now he decided it was time to reconsider the situation. He had seen them kiss, and now they were dancing; well, sort of dancing. The young stud had his knee pushed well between her legs and she was all but riding on his well-muscled thigh.

When Dan glanced at the dance floor, he saw his wife humping Tom Henderson's leg. He felt instant anger, then a surge of excitement in his nuts. When Tom started to turn his head, Dan turned back to the bar. He saw that Ed Reeves was looking at him and knew that he had seen them, too. He hoped no one else was looking.

"Your wife dances well." Ed said.

"Yes, she does," Dan snapped.

"They're kissing now."

"Mind your own business, Ed," Dan said, his voice a low growl.

Ed Reeves chuckled and looked at his watch. "I have to be going, Dan," he said, then he was gone.

Dan stood at the bar for a minute before he looked around again. She had her arms around his neck and, Jesus, they were all but fucking. Dan stood at the bar until the music stopped, then turned and went back to the table. His cock was as stiff as a board.

Helen and Tom came back and sat down. Helen looked radiant.

"You look happy, Helen," Dan said.

"I'm drunk," Helen said.

"Let's go home," Dan said.

"Let's finish our drinks first. We just got here."

"Sure. I meant you too, Tom."

"Really, I…" Tom stammered.

"Yes, Tom, come with us. We can dance at home and get drunk and…" She didn't know what they could do with Dan along, but she didn't want to let go yet. She didn't realize that Dan had been watching them.

On the drive home, Dan could sense Tom's uneasiness. It surprised him how cool Helen was, but of course she was pretty well looped.

Tom sat on the couch and Helen sat beside him while Dan went to the stereo and slipped in a cassette. "Why don't you two dance while I go in the den and mix some drinks," Dan said.

When Dan returned, he stood just outside the door and peeked in. The light in the room was dim, but he could see they were dancing very close. Helen had her arms around his neck and her head on his chest. Tom was clutching her buttocks, pulling her tightly against him. Dan entered the room.

They sat on the couch and drank their drinks. Dan put his hand on her thigh. "You look flushed, Helen. It's too hot in here for that jacket. I never did like a woman in a suit, anyway."

He unbuttoned the jacket and pushed it down off her shoulders. Helen's blouse was very sheer, and she wore no bra. Her tits were round and full, hanging loose, and her nipples looked like big, brown marbles pressing against the thin blouse.

"When did you start going without a bra?" Dan asked.

"Oh, I – well, I'm not sure, but I often don't wear one when I wear a coat. A bra makes me sweat."

"Hey, honey, I like it. Looks great. She's got great tits, doesn't she, Tom?"

"Uh, yeah, yeah," Tom stammered.

"Listen, why don't you two dance again; the music is great. I'll get some more booze. Helen loves to dance, but I hate it."

Dan lied; he loved to dance. Helen knew he was lying and wondered what he was up to, but all of a sudden she didn't care. She wanted to have fun, be loose and uninhibited.

She got to her feet. "Come on, honey," she said, reaching out for Tom. "The master has spoken." She pulled him in tight the minute he got up. "Go mix more drinks, Dan. I want to be alone with my young stud."