David Crane: Daughter_s hot orgy

Peggy Robinson, that errant wife, came home at midnight.

Peggy was a beautiful woman. She looked very much like her daughter, soft and curvaceous and sexy. A lot of lucky men had discovered how sexy she was during the last two weeks. Peggy, in her quest to discover who she was, had been a very naughty woman. But now she had tired of her promiscuity. She missed her husband and she had come home.

She felt guilty and ashamed of herself and she entered the apartment quietly. She didn't want to awaken Debby. She wanted to have a chance to talk things over with Bill, to confess her sins and to see if he wanted her back. She felt foolish, too, for although she'd screwed dozens of men, none of them could hold a candle – let alone a cock – to her husband.

She was terrified that Bill might no longer want her. She couldn't blame him. She had been awfully silly.

The apartment was dark.

She figured that Bill was asleep. It gave her an idea. She decided to take her clothing off and slip into bed with him. She figured that he must be terribly horny by this time and if she were naked beside him he would be more inclined to be forgiving – even if only to get a piece of ass. And once they had made love, his mood would probably be better.

Peggy stripped naked.

She went into the dark bedroom silently. She could just make out the outline of her husband in bed and she drew the covers back and slipped in beside him. She thought that she might go down on him while he was still asleep. If he woke up with his prick in her mouth, he would certainly be inclined to be loving.

But then he stirred.

"Who?" he muttered.

He reached out. His hand touched her tit.

"It's me, darling – I've come home," Peggy whispered.

"Peggy? Oh, Christ," he said.

Peggy winced. He didn't seem happy to see her at all. There was something else in his tone as well. It was hard to say what it was. He sounded almost embarrassed or guilty, she thought. But that was silly. He had no reason to feel that way. It was she who was to blame. She snuggled against him. He stiffened.

"Will you take me back, Bill?" she asked.

"I suppose."

"Bill, I've been awfully bad," she told him. She felt that she had to confess, to be completely honest with him – that she could not come back under false pretenses.

"It's all right," he said, still sounding strange.

"Bill, I have to tell you – I've slept with a lot of men. I took a room in a hotel downtown and made a point of getting picked up in the bar. The first time – the night I left – I was shy about it. But then I let a man come up to my room and I blew him, Bill. Then he fucked me. After that, it was easy. It was one right after the other, every day. I blew some of them. They all fucked me."

"All right," Bill said.

"You don't hate me?"

"No," he said.

"I did another bad thing, too," she said.

"What was that?" His voice was distant, his body stiff.

"Last night. There was a woman at the bar, alone. A very sexy woman. She kept looking at me and I started talking to her. Bill, she was a lesbian. She came right out and told me so and I wanted her, Bill. I invited her up to my room and we made love."

"How?" Bill asked, and his voice had changed now.

"She ate my cunt, darling, and I ate her, too."

Amazingly enough, Bill chuckled.

"And then we picked up a man, both of us, we brought this man back to the room and let him watch while we sucked each other off, then we both sucked him and sucked him and…"

Bill was laughing aloud now.

Peggy couldn't understand it at all. Why on earth should he think that was funny?

"Why are you laughing, Bill?" she asked, puzzled.

"You've just solved a big problem, honey," he said. "I'm glad you told me about that – about the woman and sharing the guy."

Peggy wondered what on earth he was talking about.

She was snuggled up against him and now she ran her hand down his flat belly, intending to start fondling his prick as a prelude to making love. But she couldn't fondle his prick.

His prick was buried in a mouth. Peggy's fingers traced around the lips that were clamped over the head of her husband's cock and she gave a little gasp.

"Bill – you have a woman in bed!"

"A girl," he said.

Peggy hesitated for a moment. Then she said, "I don't blame you, darling – I did run off and leave you so I don't mind you having a girl but what about Debby? Does she know?"

"She sure does," said Bill, chuckling again. "Oh, dear – well, I suppose that she's old enough to understand."

"Yeah, Peggy, she's old enough."

The mouth on Bill's prick had begun to suck, the head rising and falling rhythmically. It made Peggy envious, if not jealous.

"Are you going to come in her mouth?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said.

"I hope you'll have some left for me, darling. I've missed your big prick so much."

Suddenly the mystery girl at the foot of the bed shifted. Peggy gave a little gasp. The girl had started to tongue her cunt!

"Bill! She's bi-sexual!" Peggy gasped.

"Isn't that convenient?" said Bill.

Peggy clung to Bill, kissing him passionately.

Her pussy creamed in that unknown, talented mouth.

The girl returned to Bill's prick to finish that delayed job.

Peggy heard his cum bubble out.

The three of them clustered together. It wasn't until some time later that, wondering what the girl looked like, Peggy turned on the light. When she saw that it was Debby, she cried out in astonishment. But her shock didn't last. It was far better to cry out in passion.

In the morning, Rebecca joined them.