Unknown - Daughter in Heat

"You loved every minute of it."

"Yeah, it was nice after Mom kissed my sore pussy and made my owie go away. She always did give good owie kisses, but a long, French owie kiss sure made me feel good in a hurry. Anyway, I owe them a surprise. Fuck it, I will invite them. They'll be good company for Sarah's folks.

They can play straight as well as any couple. What about your folks, Jack?"

"Yeah, right."

"No, I'm serious. I never planned to share this with you, but we have my folks and Sarah's folks.

We may as well bring yours in."

"Share what?"

"I fucked your dad, you know? I fuck him every chance I get. I've been fucking him from the second date on. I took my vows with your dad's cum running down my legs under my wedding dress."

"That doesn't surprise me.

Everyone else had you."

"He was first. It didn't surprise your mother, either. She let him into the bridal chamber and held the dress up while he put the sperm in my bridal twat."

"Good fantasy, Sue."

"This is no fantasy, Jack.

This is a confession I never thought I'd give. Please take me seriously."

"How can I take you seriously? My mother could never do that in a million years. Dad, yes; Mom, never."

"Damnit, Jack, look in my eyes.

This is serious, not fantasy, not bullshit, the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. This is a true confession. Take me seriously."

"All right, Sue. I'll give you the benefit of doubt and take you seriously, but if this is another fantasy, it'll be the last time. Go ahead."

"It began while we were dating.

I think it was after our second date at the start of our senior year. When I decided that you were my Mr. Right, I wanted to fuck your father and went after him. He was easy. I dropped by his workshop while you were at football practice. He was surprised to see me. We'd only met once. I didn't even say hi.

I stripped naked, dropped to my knees, got his dick out, and began sucking on it, got him hard, and sat on it. I gave him the best fuck I could with him sitting on a barstool, took his load, then sat and soaked in it with his dick up my snatch while he admired my titties. I told him I'd give him a fuck anytime he wanted one but for every ten fucks I gave him, we had to get caught by his wife and finish our fuck."

"Of course, he agreed to that deal."

"No, he wasn't even paying attention. He's a tit man and he was mesmerized by my titties.

I gave him ten fucks and he wanted another. That's when I reminded him of the deal. We had to get caught on the next fuck or there'd be no more, but if we got caught and was able to finish, there'd be ten more."

"So you got caught because he was hooked by then."

"Jack, you fucker. If you're mocking me, this confession is over. I told you I was serious."

"I'm sorry, Sue. I was mocking you, but I now realize you are serious and this is a confession.

Please, I want to hear more. I have always suspected that you and Dad were carrying on behind my back. There will be no more mocking."

Sue waited out a pregnant pause, then resumed. "He stalled for over a week, then set it up.

We got caught by your mother and she pitched a holy fit, threw things and cursed us, but we finished. He got ten more fucks but faced another get-caught fuck. This one was all set up. We got caught almost immediately, and your mother cried, threw something, and stormed out. It went like this for the next four or five months.

A get-caught fuck came along roughly once a month, and we were going steady by this time, talking marriage."

"Why were you doing this, Sue?"

"It was a fantasy. I wanted to have this dirty secret going into this marriage because I wanted to carry on a sexual affair with your father all through our marriage, and I wanted your mother to know and accept it while hiding it from you. This was the wearing down process, and she was wearing down and still hadn't told you, though she now knew we were talking marriage, my biggest hurdle on the road to the chapel. There was an even bigger hurdle at the chapel, but I had to get by this one, first, or that one didn't matter."

"So, you turned up the heat."

"No, that would have been dumb.

This was a delicate time, a time when she could go either way.

Things remained the same, and I kept my fingers crossed. Every tenth fuck was a get-caught fuck. About the eighth or ninth get-caught fuck, she didn't cry or throw anything. She watched for a while, then calmly walked away. The next time, she stayed longer. She and your dad had a heart to heart. He told her there were ten for every one she saw. It must have been a good talk, because she sat and watched the next get-caught fuck from foreplay to cigarette. She lit the cigarette and I laid there on her bed in the nude while I smoked, blew smoke her way, and let the cum leak out on her bedspread."

"Did she say anything?"

"No, this was my power play.

She was told to just sit and watch quietly. I was showing her that she didn't intimidate me in the least. I was laid out along the edge where she sat in a chair at bedside within reach of my hip. My hands were behind my head which was propped on two pillows, the cigarette hanging from my lips, allowing her husband to worship my youthful hard body, driving home the point that I was the superior female, the most desired fuck."

"You really know how to hurt a gal, don't you?"

"Hurting her wasn't the point.

Driving her to surrender was the point."

"She already surrendered. She quietly watched you fuck her husband."

"No, she granted permission and set the place, time, and date. She agreed to be quiet and just watch. That's not what I was after. Just wait. You'll see.

Your dad was on his side beside me, playing with my tits. He sucked on my nipple while I laid my drawn-up left leg flat to the mattress so she could see her husband's cum leaking out of my cunt and puddling on the bedspread. It was all very overt. While he played with my tits, she stared at my fucked cunt.

When I finished my smoke, I calmly got up and used her dress to wipe my cunt, grabbing the material near the hem where it rested between her knees, exposing her legs to the panties while I wiped."

"Jesus. That was some power play. I suppose she said nothing."

"That wasn't the power play.

While wiping my cunt, I was staring at her crotch. No words were spoken, but she knew I wanted to see if her crotch was wet. Her legs were together when I reached for the skirt, pressed together after I raised the skirt, but under my expectant stare, her legs slowly parted and kept getting wider until she sat with a wide spread and the crotch of her cotton panties were stretched tight across her cunt, showing a transparent wet crotch, soaked through and through."

"That's hard to imagine."

"Imagine this. With that admission and surrender, I stuffed the soggy wet dress material in her mouth, then joined your father to admire the wet beaver we made and she displayed by drawing her legs up to show how far the wetness extended.

The whole ass of her panties were wet from vaginal seepage. Though we discussed how pathetic she looked and was, she wallowed in it and got wetter."

"So, the power play was making her admit that she liked watching the fuck."

"That was it, and she understood what I wanted without me having to say a word.

She showed both of us how she really felt about us fucking under her nose.

After that, she not only watched, she'd masturbate to it and came prepared without panties."

"Funny, I could never picture my mother masturbating."

"She's a two-handed fuck-rubber."

"A what?"

"One hand fucks, one rubs the clit, a serious masturbator. She's not one of those timid bitches that uses one hand to rub in the slit with legs squeezed together while the other covers her eyes. A good two-handed fuck-rubber does it with both hands, legs wide, and she looks at what she's doing. Your mother is one of the best, a four-finger fucker that likes her thighs to be out in a straight line, sitting low in a curl so she can see her own asshole."