Cum-Slut Dreams

CUM-SLUT DREAMS by Andrew1968

This is a cuckolding/hot-wife themed story. Please be aware of that. This piece of writing features one man’s dream, to see a second man conceive a child, with the first man’s wife. Please be aware that this is a theme in this story. You’ve been warned…

The characters in this tale are:

Amy: Ray’s wife

Ray: Amy’s husband, Jon’s son and Dan’s brother

Jon: Ray’s father and Amy’s lover

Dan: Ray’s brother and Amy’s lover

I will delete any rude/nasty comments on a regular basis and routinely discard any rude/nasty emails. I hope those who like cuckolding/hot-wife themed stories enjoy this. Sometimes your wildest dreams do come true.

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My wife Amy came bouncing into the kitchen at 2pm. I turned and looked at her. She was wearing my father Jon’s t-shirt, her glasses and nothing else. Amy is 5 feet, 8 inches tall, but my lanky father’s t-shirt fit her like a short dress. She looked too cute as she pranced around the kitchen, her bare brown feet softly slapping against the floor. Amy’s long blonde hair was a glossy mess. Amy’s neck and her exposed shoulder were peppered with love bites. My wife had a big silly grin on her face and her blue eyes sparkled in the early afternoon light.

“You’re up at last,” I said, watching my beautiful wife as she pulled the fridge door open, peered inside, wrinkled her button nose and adjusted her glasses with her index finger. “You look pretty damned pleased with yourself. How’s it going up there?”

My wife turned her head and flashed her bright smile at me. She softly laughed. She turned back to the fridge. She was still smiling. She was swinging her sexy hips. She was pulling my father’s t-shirt up and over her exposed shoulder, but the t-shirt just slipped back down again.

“You have ears, don’t you, babe,” Amy finally said, “can’t you hear your dad and I at it up there? We’re having a ball.”

“Uh huh,” I said, picking up a tea towel and drying my hands. “You and my father do make a racket when you make love together.”

“Oh yeah, we’re having a great time together.”

“Yeah, sounds like it’s going well.”

“Uh huh, we’re both so hungry,” Amy said, tapping her fingertips on the fridge door as she batted her long eyelashes and scanned the food options, “we both just woke up. We’re taking a food break and then it’s right back to it, mister.”

I grinned at Amy. I really loved my girl. She abruptly reached into the fridge and started pulling things out. She began humming. I watched as she turned and dumped stuff on the kitchen counter. She took out bacon, eggs, sausages, butter and milk. I grimaced.

“Don’t look at me like that, Ray,” my wife said to me. “I’m just blowing my healthy eating plan for this weekend only and that’s it. I won’t put on weight anyway. I’m working real hard in the bedroom, day and night, with your old man. I’m burning through a lot of calories.”

I gasped. I laughed at my sexy wife. She laughed back. Her beautiful face flushed. She slammed the fridge door closed. Her eyes grew wide.

“Oh my God,” Amy said, looking at me with a smile, “I didn’t mean to shut it that hard.”

“Violent thing,” I said.

Amy turned to me and laughed. She stuck her tongue out and rolled her eyes at me. I laughed again at how silly and pretty she looked. I picked up a glass, turned on the tap and filled it with water. My wife was clearly in a fun mood. She was having a great time in bed with my dad.

“Babe, can you please get out the potatoes and a grater,” Amy asked, while beginning to open the packet of bacon. “Can you help me cook? It will make it easier and faster if you do. I want to get back to your dad.”

“Sure,” I said, putting my glass of water down on the kitchen counter, walking across and into the pantry.

I pulled out the potatoes. I opened the kitchen drawer, took out the grater, the chopping board and started making hash browns. Amy meanwhile had opened and prepared the strips of fatty bacon and sausages. The bacon and sausages lay spread out in a neat row on the kitchen counter. She took out a large fry pan and set it on the stovetop. She started the gas burner underneath to get the fry pan hot.

A minute later I took out more utensils as Amy coated the hot pan with butter and placed the sausages and bacon in.

“Oh, babe,” Amy said, over the sound of the sizzling pan, turning to me, “can you get the mushrooms out and chop them up?”

“Sure,” I said, passing her the grated potato to add to the pan.

“And get the cherry tomatoes.”

“Yep, will do.”

I pulled out a small brown paper bag filled with mushrooms. I poured a few out onto the chopping board and cut them up. They were soon added to the hot spitting fry pan. I grabbed the cherry tomatoes.

I was about to talk with Amy, but I heard footsteps from behind me. Amy and I turned towards the sound. I quickly looked back at my wife. She was beaming, her eyes were sparkling, and her spectacles were spotted with fat from the meal she was making. Sure enough my father Jon wandered into the kitchen. He was wearing my dressing gown and nothing else under it. He was tall, slim and barefoot. My dad was a good looking older guy. The girls just loved him.

My father and I shook hands. We mutually assessed each other with a smile. He looked confident and triumphant. I expected no less, given the circumstances. I was happy for him and for Amy and for myself.

“Morning, Ray,” my father greeted me.

“Morning, dad,” I said, letting go of his hand a moment after that.

My father turned to my wife. Amy was moving bacon about in the pan and then she flipped the hash browns. She was facing the stove, her back was to my father, but she was wearing a large grin. I could see Amy was excited and anxious. My dad sure had an effect on my wife. My father turned back to me. He winked at me. I smiled at him and nodded. He turned back to Amy. He walked across to my wife and slowly wrapped his arms around her from behind. I heard my wife softly sigh. She closed her eyes for a long moment. I smiled and felt my cock stir and straighten in my pants. I loved watching the two of them together.

“How’s it going, beautiful,” my father whispered, pressing his body against Amy, carefully smoothing her hair back with his fingers, pushing his lips against her scalp and then into her exposed ear, “almost ready?”

“Almost, baby,” Amy purred at my father. “I’m so hungry, I’m starving.”

“Me too,” my dad said, “but not so much for a late breakfast.”

“Oh, you don’t want any,” Amy asked him with a grin.

“No, I want some, baby,” my father said, “but you’re the one I’m starving for. I’m hungry for your sexy body.”

Amy softly giggled like a little girl. My dad laughed.

“I’m going to eat this food off you, when it’s ready, mate,” Amy whispered back at him.

“Do you have any honey and cream in this house,” my dad asked.

“Sure,” my wife said to my father, “there’s some in the pantry and fridge.”

“Well get it out and bring it upstairs with you, Amy. You can pour it on my ‘you know what’ and then lick it all off. You can lick it clean.”

Amy and I gasped and then the two of us broke into long laughter. My father turned his head and grinned at me over his shoulder.

My wife licked her lips with the tip of her tongue. She carefully placed the spatula down on the bench next to the stovetop. I watched as my wife slowly closed her eyes and gently breathed as my dad crudely seduced her, just 6 feet away from me, in my own kitchen.

“Ray, can you please take the honey and the cream out and put them on the kitchen counter,” Amy whispered, turning her head.

“Gladly,” I softly said, my hard dick tingling in my pants.

I walked to the fridge and opened the fridge door. I reached in and took the cream out. I closed the fridge door and put the cream down on the kitchen counter. I went to the pantry, picked up the honey and carried it back to the kitchen counter. I put it down there as well.

“Cold runny cream poured all over your hard cock and balls,” Amy whispered with a grin. “That’ll be a shock to your system, old man.”

“But your warm mouth and tongue will save me from pneumonia, Amy.”

My wife softly laughed.

My heart thumped in my chest. I watched my father push his cock against my wife’s beautiful body from behind. I watched him run his arms around her belly and then watched him pull his arms free and then slide the palm of his hands over her shoulders and down her arms. All the time he was whispering in my wife’s ear.

“I hope this cooking won’t take too long. I’m missing you already,” my dad said to Amy. “We’ve still got some unfinished business upstairs. You know what I mean?”

“Yes, I know what you mean, Jon,” Amy whispered. “We’ll get back to it, once we’ve eaten. We’ve got plenty of unfinished business to work through.”

“Absolutely, honey,” Jon said. “There are more than a few dirty things I still want to do with you.”

My wife laughed. She picked up the spatula again and went back to cooking. I grinned and tried to adjust the rock hard bulge in my pants. My dad was all over my wife.

“Still more dirty things you want to do? I thought we had done it all, Jon?”

“There sure are, honey,” my father whispered, pushing his cock in harder against Amy. “I’ve got all sorts of naughty ideas.”

My wife laughed. She put down the spatula. She picked up an egg from the carton, cracked it and dropped the contents into the pan. She did another egg. She dropped the empty shells on the bench.

“You really like dirty, degrading sex, don’t you, Jon,” Amy said, watching the eggs bubble, spit and begin to cook.

“I sure do, Amy,” my dad said, “especially with my own pretty daughter — in — law.”

Amy laughed. She looked at me out of the corner of her eye for a second. My dad slowly ran his hands back down Amy and then he took the edges of the t-shirt Amy was wearing in his fingertips. Amy dropped the spatula and screamed as my father carefully pulled the t-shirt up, over and off my wife. Amy was now naked. My wife was laughing.

“Dirty old man,” Amy whispered as my dad tossed his warm t-shirt to me.

Amy turned to face my father. She took him in her arms. She looked up at my father with her sparkling blue eyes. Amy grinned up at my dad.

“You want to turn me into some sort of cum-slut, don’t you,” Amy softly asked my father, with the hint of an inviting smile on her red lips.

I was surprised by Amy’s language. I had never heard her use those sorts of words before. My father reached out and carefully removed my wife’s glasses. Amy blinked, turned her head and watched him place the glasses on the bench next to the stovetop. He turned back to her. He reached in, smoothing her long blonde hair back and running his palm along her tanned jaw as he went. My wife licked her lips. He leant in and down. My wife went up onto her tippy toes and cupped the sides of his face in her hands. Their lips met in a soft, deep kiss, in front of me. I listened to their lips smack. I listened to their ragged breathing — his low and deep and hers high and sweet. They broke the kiss after a long moment.

“Well,” Amy prompted my dad, “do you want to turn me into your personal cum-slut or not?”

“Absolutely, Amy,” my dad answered, “but you’re already my cum-slut. You’re my dirty slut of a daughter — in – law. I get to do whatever I want with you and all with my son’s approval.”

My wife softly laughed. She beamed up at him. She caressed the side of his face with her fingers. He held her beautiful naked body in his arms.

“Creep, you only have one job to do here,” my wife whispered up at him with a smile. “You know that, I know that and my husband knows that. Once it’s done, then we’re done. Your son and I just want a baby and we want you to be the daddy and that’s all.”

“Don’t worry, beautiful,” Jon said, “I’ll give you what you want, but whether it’s over between you and I, after that, I’m not so sure of. I love beautiful young sluts and I don’t give them up easily and without a big fight.”

“You’re so sleazy, Jon,” Amy whispered with a grin.

“Well, you are my gorgeous daughter — in — law.”

“Creep.”

My father grinned and Amy softly laughed. Amy quickly looked at me with a flushed face. She shot me an inquisitive look. For a second, Amy seemed to be waiting for me to do something or say something. I grinned at her. I had no intention of doing or saying anything. I didn’t really think anything needed to be said or done. My dad was silently waiting. Amy gently shook her head and rolled her eyes at me. She looked at me like I was stupid. She looked back up at my dad. She slowly ran her fingertips inside the gown he was wearing and then tickled his bare chest. She dropped her eyes and then looked up at him again. Her eyes went to his lips.

“Wait, do you actually think you’re going to move in here permanently after we’ve conceived a child together? That’s not the deal, Jon. That’s not how this was supposed to work. You’re supposed to be our temporary stud and that’s all.”

“Why not let me stay for a while longer,” my father softly said, “there are still so many dirty things we can do together in bed. You’re my cum-slut, remember?”

“I remember you sleazy creep,” Amy whispered with sparkling eyes and a smile. You like treating me like shit in front of my own husband, don’t you.”

“You love it, Amy. You want my son to see. You love it when I treat you like my own personal whore and order you around in front of Ray. He loves it as well.”

My wife grinned. She burst into soft laughter. She stared at my father’s eyes and mouth.

“I don’t like it.”

“Yes, you do, Amy.”

“No I don’t, Jon. I don’t like it.”

“Yes, you do, Amy.”

My wife stared at my father. The two of them kissed again in front of me a second later. It was a deep passionate noisy kiss. I could see their lips roll and run together and occasionally I could see their tongues moving and colliding. Amy grabbed the edges of the gown my dad was wearing. She pulled it off his shoulders. The gown slipped to the kitchen floor. My dad was now naked. They broke their kiss with a crisp smack a few moments later. My father slowly ran his fingers through Amy’s hair while she looked up at him hypnotized.

“Tell me you love my cock,” my dad whispered down at Amy, while the food began to burn in the fry pan. “Tell me it’s the most important thing in your life.”

Amy laughed. She was breathing hard. She caressed my dad’s face with her fingers. She looked down at my dad’s large dick. She looked back up at him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, mate.”

“Yeah, you do, Amy,” my father said. “Now be honest.”

The two of them kissed again. I loved the way my father squeezed my wife’s body. I could see him running his large hands over Amy’s beautiful frame. He was grabbing her. I loved the way he cupped and cradled the back of Amy’s blonde head in the palm of his head as he fucked her mouth with his tongue. They broke again.

“Tell me, Amy.”

My wife bit her bottom lip. She looked at me out of the corner of her eye again. She looked overwhelmed and yet a touch exasperated. She looked horny though. Her features were flushed with desire. Amy seemed to be gently trying to fight my father off and yet she was demanding more of him at the same time. I loved watching my dad make my Amy his. I enjoyed watching him overcome and break down her resistance in front of me. My father was wearing her body. He was groping her body. I smiled back at her. It was an intense moment. My dad really was trying to overpower my wife and win her for himself right in front of me. I knew Amy was ultimately mine. I knew she would never give me up for my father. I had no real worries right then.

“Tell me, Amy.”

“Oh my God, you’re a fucking creep.”

“C’mon, baby.”

“Okay, okay, yes, I love it,” Amy finally burst out with some emotion in her voice, “I love your cock, Jon. I love your cock so much. I just want to worship it. Your cock’s the most important thing in my life. There, are you happy now?”

I gasped and grinned. My wife looked across at me. She looked red faced and overcome with emotion. My father gently kissed her scalp. My dad spoke without looking at me.

“Did you hear that, Ray?”

“Yes, dad,” I replied, feeling like coming in my underwear, “I heard it. I love you, Amy.”

My wife looked at me with a mild expression of shock on her face. She turned back to Jon as he spoke.

“Good girl, and…,” my dad continued, talking to Amy, smoothing my wife’s hair back and softly rubbing her lips with his thumb.

There was a silent pause as Amy looked at me and then at my father again.

“Amy,” my dad softly prompted.

“I’m your dirty cum-slut, Jon,” Amy said softly, her eyes down, before she suddenly looked up at him. “I’m your dirty slut. I love it when you treat me like shit, Jon.”

“Good girl.”

My dad leant in and kissed my wife’s lips again. She opened her mouth and held him tight. It was a long noisy moment. Then they broke.

“I’m going upstairs,” my father whispered down at her, “don’t be too long with the food. Don’t forget the honey and the cream either. I want you stripped down, back in bed and ready to go ASAP.”

“Okay, Jon,” Amy answered obediently.

“You can call me dad from now on,” my father said. “You’re married to my son and are hence my daughter — in — law, after all.”

Amy looked at me again. She turned back to my father.

“Oh my God, okay dad.”

“Good girl,” my father said, releasing her body, turning and then walking out of the kitchen naked and with a large swinging hard on.

Amy stood there stunned for a moment. I watched her. I was about to speak, but she came back to earth and whirled about. She picked up the spatula and began turning, flipping and moving food about in the fry pan.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Amy hissed, red faced, “everything’s fucking burning!”

I came forward and stood next to my wife. Amy reached out and quickly picked up her glasses. She put them back on. The hash brown, bacon and sausages were all overdone.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“Are you okay,” I asked my wife.

“Get me a plate, Ray, so I can serve this up. Your father’s going to be angry at me. Everything’s burnt. I’m such a klutz sometimes. I’m so stupid. God, I’m so hopeless, Ray.”

I was surprised by what my wife said. Normally, Amy was strong and never put herself down. She had never referred to herself as a klutz, or as stupid, or as hopeless before. She looked upset. She looked confused and overwhelmed. She looked completely passive. My dad was really doing a mind job on her. I liked seeing my father dominate my beautiful young wife, but I suddenly began having second thoughts about having him there in our house, engaged in this unusual arrangement. It seemed to be affecting Amy in a negative way.

I quickly went to the kitchen cupboard and picked out two plates. I went to Amy. I held out each plate and she used a pair of tongs to transfer the food from the frying pan across to the two plates. She finally put the tongs down on the bench and switched off the gas. I carried the full plates to the kitchen counter.

“Are you okay,” I asked my wife again.

Amy looked at me. She took a step towards me. I reached out and took her in my arms. We didn’t speak for a moment. She felt so good against me. I softly kissed her cheek.

“Are you okay,” I asked my wife yet again.

“I don’t know,” Amy whispered. “I just didn’t expect it to be like this, Ray. I mean you and I really discussed it at length and we both agreed. I mean I wanted you to be happy and I didn’t really mind.”

“Yes, I…”

“Frankly Ray, I’m really attracted to your father, as you know, so it really wasn’t a huge deal for me in the end. I mean I wanted to give you what you craved anyway. I want it as well. I just didn’t think I would…”

“I know” I said interrupting her, “I’m so grateful to you, Amy. I’m so happy you agreed to do this. I’m not so sure about it now though. I mean I’m starting to think…”

“Ray, please let me…”

“I love you so much, Amy.”

“I know Ray, but can you please just shut up for a second, so I can talk.”

“Of course,” I said, before Amy shot me a look.

“I mean I’m really happy to sleep with dad and have him be the father of our first child, Ray. I’m giving you what you want and what I want as well. I mean it took me a while to understand the way you tick and accept you as you are. Frankly, it’s fucking weird, but I’m okay with it.”

I went to speak, but my wife held her finger to her lips. I closed my mouth. She continued to talk.

“Now we’re all finally here — dad and I are sleeping together and trying to conceive and you’re all perfectly fine with it all. I mean everyone’s getting what they want. It’s just…”

“What is it, Amy?”

My wife broke away from me. She went to the kettle and checked it. She switched on the kettle to boil water for the coffee. She busied herself. She didn’t look at me.

“What is it, Amy?”

My wife looked at me as she prepared the coffee.

“Can’t you see what’s happening here, Ray? Can’t you see what dad’s doing to me?”

I went to my wife again. I took her in my arms.

“Amy, tell me,” I whispered in her ear.

“You heard him. You heard me. I’m his dirty cum-slut. I’m in love with his penis. I do dirty and degrading things with him, in our bed, when we have sex, and now I have to call him dad,” Amy whispered.

I inhaled and exhaled hard. I held my wife close to me. Amy smiled and shook her head. She softly slapped my arm. I rubbed my hard cock against her.

“You just love this, don’t you,” Amy whispered.

“I do,” I whispered back, “but only if it doesn’t harm or hurt you. I love you. I think it’s not a good idea any…”

“I like you as well, but you’re really just a creep, like he is,” my wife continued. “You’re much worse though. You just want to listen at the door while he does me all night.”

“Oh boy,” I whispered, close to coming in my pants. “I’m still hoping to watch you…”

Amy rolled her eyes.

“Forget it, mate,” Amy stated. “I’ve told you a million times, I’m not going to let you watch us together.”

I grumbled. My wife continued talking.

“That man has the biggest libido of any male I’ve ever gone to bed with,” my wife softly said. “There’s no end to his desire. There’s no end to the sex. There are just pauses and that’s all. He can’t get enough of me. I swear I’m fucking trapped in that bedroom with him.”

“Yes, I hear you at it, day and night. You’re trying to get pregnant.”

“Oh baby, it’s never ending, Ray,” Amy whispered. “It’s so good. I love it, I just love it, but I’m afraid of what it’s doing to me, doing to us as a married couple. Your dad and I are locked in that damned bedroom together all the time. We’re like two caged animals in there. It’s so hot and sweaty in there. It’s so smelly and stuffy in there.”

“I’m a bit worried too. I think we should..,” I said, before Amy cut me off.

“Ray, dad’s sort of breaking down my resistance, piece by piece. He’s breaking down my sense of self when we’re in the bedroom. I feel like I’m losing my moral compass. I feel like I’m losing my identity. Dad’s so overwhelming and he can get me to do so much. He really is my man. You just stand around and listen to us, like some sort of fool.”

“Wow,” I said, dropping my eyes as Amy’s gaze bore into me. “You two are trying to conceive. I guess that’s what it’s like between a man and a woman, when they’re trying to…”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to say no to him, if he really wants me permanently, like he said,” My wife whispered. “I don’t think I want to say no to him either. I can’t say no to him.”

I grew more worried. The idea of my father moving in and living here, after my father and my wife had conceived, had been raised by my dad this afternoon. I really wasn’t sure it was a good idea, the more I reflected on it.

“Do you want me to ask him to leave,” I said to my wife, surprised by her words. “I mean we can go back to the way we were.”

Amy laughed at me, gently pushing me away. The kettle finished boiling and snapped off. My wife went to the kitchen bench, picked up the kettle and poured steaming hot water into the two cups. I went back to Amy. I held her from behind.

“I think it’s a good idea my dad leaves and then we can get back to normal around here.”

Amy laughed and shook her head. I felt confused. I felt off centre.

“There’s no going back to normal, mister. How could we do that? We’ve made the decision and taken the steps. Dad’s not going anywhere – at least not until I’m pregnant.”

I gasped. My head spun. My face flushed.

“Well, then maybe we should call off the whole Jon and Amy conceives our firstborn together plan.”

My beautiful wife looked at me like I was a simpleton.

“Didn’t you just hear what I said,” Amy said, turning and pushing me back.

“Yes, but I..,” I managed to say before Amy cut in again.

“Oh my God, you still don’t get it, Ray. I think I’m falling in love with your father. I desperately want Jon to father my child. I certainly don’t want you to do it. I honestly don’t know if I want dad to move out or not when the deed is done. I’m thinking about kicking you out of the master bedroom and moving him in permanently, mate.”

I gasped. My face flushed. I felt my world slowly upend – top was suddenly bottom, and bottom was suddenly top. I was horny. I was confused. I was cut all at the same time. My wife read my eyes. A smile spread slowly across her face.

“You just love this, don’t you, honey,” Amy said. “You just revel in the turmoil and stewing in your own desires. You like watching others getting touched, but not getting touched yourself.”

“But, we’re married to each other,” I said desperately, before my wife cut in again.

“Oh my God, Ray,” Amy said, shaking her head and looking at me as if I was a fool. “I did tell you that something like this might happen. I did tell you. I warned you, remember?”

“But, but…,” I spluttered, before Amy cut me off.

“You said go ahead with it anyway,” my wife continued. “You said don’t worry. That won’t happen to us. You won’t fall in love with dad. Our marriage and our love is so strong, blah, blah, blah, remember all that crap you said? This is entirely your fault, mister. You’ve fucked up our marriage, not me. You pushed me into daddy’s arms, even when I told you, even when I warned…”

“But, but…,” I spluttered, cutting Amy off, before Amy cut me off again.

“Am I worshipping your cock with my fingers, with my tongue, with my lips and my mouth, Ray? Am I being your dirty cum-slut? Are you ejaculating on my body? Are you letting loose on my face, with an almighty bull’s roar, while I squeal and laugh at you, like a silly brainless girl? Well am I, Ray? Am I?”

I didn’t say anything. I was speechless.

“This is all your fault, Ray.”

I still didn’t say anything. I really was speechless.

“Here, make yourself useful, Ray,” Amy said. “Grab a plate and a cup of coffee and follow me upstairs. I’m sure it’s all probably cold by now. At least the cream will be warmed up.”

My wife picked up a plate of food, a cup of coffee, the honey and the cream. She turned and walked out of the kitchen. I stared down at the burnt looking meal, sitting there on the oily looking plate, mocking me. What was I going to do?

I was still holding the t-shirt Amy had been wearing. The gown my father was wearing lay in a pile on the kitchen floor. I picked up the gown, stormed out of the kitchen and dumped both the gown and the t-shirt in the laundry basket, as if I were in a nightmare. I returned to the kitchen. I suddenly snapped out of my dark dream. I automatically reached out and grabbed the plate and the cup of coffee.

Amy had already climbed the stairs, walked down the corridor and entered the master bedroom by the time I got there. I poked my head around the corner and peered into my own bedroom. Amy had placed the plate, the cup, the honey and the cream she was carrying down on my desk. My father was lying naked on the bed my wife and I usually shared together. My wife was slowly drinking him in. Her eyes were roving over my father’s large hard cock.

“It’s so beautiful, dad,” Amy whispered, while my father smiled up at her. “I love it. I love it so much, daddy.”

“Then come and get it, Amy honey,” my father whispered back. “Come here and kiss it.”

My wife softly laughed.

“We have to eat first, Jon honey,” Amy said, “to keep our strength up for the next round.”

I cleared my throat. Amy abruptly turned to me. She came across and took the plate and cup from me. She turned and walked back inside. She put the plate and cup I had carried upstairs down on the desk next to her plate and cup. I stood there at the door.

Amy turned back to my father. She softly smiled down at him. I cleared my throat. Amy turned back to me again. She sighed impatiently. She strode towards me.

“Thanks for helping me carry the food upstairs, Ray,” My wife rushed out, with a tight smile, placing her hand on my shoulder and directing me to leave. “Now buzz off – your dad and I have a ton of unfinished business to take care of and we certainly don’t need you around. Go jerk off somewhere else.”

I grinned sheepishly. My father laughed. Amy closed the bedroom door in my face. I stood there like a fool.

“I’m going to eat this burnt oily mess off your body, old man,” I heard my wife say in a muffled tone, as I stood outside the bedroom door.

“And then,” I heard my father ask.

“And then, I’m going to squeeze that goddamned honey on the tip of your cock, pour that cream over your shaft and balls and then give you the best damned blowjob you’ve ever had, daddy. God, I’m going to make you throb and ache before the end. You’ll be begging me for release before the end, I promise you that, old man.”

“Good girl, Amy.”

I turned away from the bedroom door. My heart was thumping and I knew I was going to cum in my pants. I walked down the hall as their soft muffled laughter floated and lingered in the air behind me. I actually shot my load in my underwear as I paced the corridor. I reached out and put my hand on the wall to steady myself as I trembled and gasped.

Amy burst into cruel sounding laughter behind me. My father gasped loudly.

“There you go, daddy – breakfast is served,” Amy declared in a muffled tone of voice through the bedroom door.

I realized what my wife must have done, though I couldn’t see it: Amy had surely picked up a plate of food, carried it to the bed and up-ended its contents over my dad’s naked body.

“Now, time to eat it off you, mate,” my beautiful wife stated loudly, no doubt wanting me to hear her.

I fired semen in my pants. My wife and her daddy burst into more laughter, before the silence and the sighs began.

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I was surely immersed in a dream state.

I remember: I had extinguished the light, shed my clothes, pulled the covers back, slipped into my single bed, fallen asleep and begun to dream. However, in reality, it seemed I had just come awake with a start in the middle of the night covered in sweat, had stirred from my bed, pulled on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, and then left my bedroom.

I expected to hear my wife and my father having sex in the next room. The muffled cries of their explosive orgasms always drifted to me, through the wall dividing the master bedroom and my sleeping space. Their joy always woke me up.

I turned and looked at the bedroom, which Amy and my dad shared together. The door was open. The bedroom was dark. I approached the entrance and peered inside. The queen sized bed was un-slept in. The sheets were a tangled mess. The room was empty.

Did the oppressive summer heat wake me up? Did something else rouse me? I thought I should turn and go back into my bedroom and try to sleep, but for some reason I wanted to find my wife and my father first.

I wasn’t a hundred percent certain, but intuitively I believed Amy and my dad were having sex together. I was sure my wife and my father were doing it somewhere. They were always fucking. That’s all they ever did. And all I ever did was listen to them and move from one mundane task to the next like a pre-programmed automaton.

My hands began to tremble – I started inhaling and exhaling hard – the anxiety and the desire returned once again as it always did. The sexual frustration coursed through me. I felt my cock stir and thicken in my shorts as I took each dreamlike step along the second story corridor in my dark home.

I descended the staircase in complete silence, carefully proceeding, trying to move without a sound, lest I alert my wife and my father to my presence. I felt tense. I was gasping. I was fuming. I was starving for sex.

The ground floor of my home was deafeningly silent. The house itself seemed to be brooding and sullen. It seemed my dark residence was watching me as if I was an intruder.

I stood there at the bottom of the staircase, in the middle of the night, all by myself. I suddenly heard a cracking sound above my head and jumped. My heart began to pound. I quickly realized the sound was the house settling in the hot night. It was the movement of the structure as the temperature slowly changed.

“Oh my God, I’m so horny,” I whispered desperately. “How could you do this to me, Amy? How could you leave me like this?”

I finally began my dream-like walk through the shadows again. I passed through the quiet lounge room. I floated along the corridor and out into the back room on my right. I paced past Amy’s dark exercise equipment. I approached the very end of the house. I was closing in on the sliding doors, which led out onto the back porch, and then down towards the heated pool and the hot tub after the lawn.

I knew where my wife and my father must be, before I even reached the sliding doors and looked out. Where else could they be? My Amy and my dad were in the tub together.

“Oh my God, Amy,” I whined desperately, as I crossed the room.

I arrived at the sliding doors. I peered out into the dark back yard. I ran my eyes across the wooden, moonlight caressed, porch. My gaze wandered down the wide timber stairs and out to the tub. Sure enough, I saw the two of them there.

“Oh my God,” I whispered, placing my hot hand on the warm glass before me and pushing my other hand inside my shorts, so I could stroke myself, while I watched them.

My father was just sitting there. He was perched on the edge of the tub. His head was bowed and he was looking down between his open legs. My beautiful wife was there as well. She was in the tub. She was on her knees in the bubbling water. She was kneeling between my father’s thighs. Her slick blonde head was rising and falling slowly and rhythmically over his lap. My dad had reached out and placed his hand on her wet shoulder. One of Amy’s hands was cupped around my father’s balls and her other hand was resting on his hip.

“Oh my God, Amy, you bitch,” I whispered.

I stood there, hypnotized by what I saw. I was 30 feet away from them and the yard was dark, but I could see what the two of them were up to. I was watching them from side on. I could see my gorgeous young wife pleasuring my male parent. I could see Amy’s head rising and falling. I watched as Amy twisted her head and pulled at my dad’s cock with her snug lips. I could see my father caress my wife’s shoulder, then lift his hand and place it on the back of her head as she aggressively sucked his cock.

“Suck it, Amy,” I urged, before pulling my hand out of my shorts, spitting into my palm, shoving my hand back inside my shorts and jerking off again, “fucking sexy bitch!”

My wife let my dad’s cock go. My father’s dick was so hard. It popped out of her mouth and bounced against her face. Amy burst into laughter and then grinned up at him. She reached out and took the base in her hand. She dropped her head and I watched her pepper the point of his cock with kiss after kiss after kiss. I then saw Amy slip her tongue out and run the tip of her tongue over and around his knob.

“Yes, tease him, my darling,” I whispered, watching Amy play with my father’s dick, as I masturbated at the sliding door.

My dad wanted her to swallow his prick. I could see him. He still had his hand on the back of my wife’s head. He was applying pressure. She grinned up at him. She lashed his knob with her tongue. She kissed the top of his dick and then she lunged at his balls and ate them. I could see her lips against his nuts. His balls were in her mouth. My father meanwhile grinned and gritted his teeth. He closed his eyes. Finally Amy released his testes and then she rose up. She was poised right there above his penis. She took his cock back in her mouth and began sucking him again.

“Oh Jesus Christ, honey,” I whispered at my wife. “How long have you been teasing him like that?”

I desperately wanted to go out there, but once again I remembered my wife’s rules: Amy didn’t want me to watch. She had never allowed me to watch my dad and her have sex together. She had become really cruel about it as well. She certainly didn’t consider my feelings when she dismissed the idea.

Amy flatly refused to extend an invitation. I had asked her often enough, but she said no every time. I tried cajoling her and joking about it, but she just crossed her arms, put her foot down and shook her head. I had even begged my wife to let me watch, but she still said no. This was the first time I had ever seen them together. I couldn’t stop myself. I had to see them close up.

I carefully pulled the sliding door open. I stepped out onto the back porch. It was cooler outside than inside the hot stuffy house. I slowly dragged the sliding door shut. I turned and looked out at the hot tub. My wife and my father were unaware of my presence. They were so wrapped up in each other.

I stepped forward. I crossed the porch. I dropped down as I navigated each of the stairs. My bare feet met warm grass. I stopped and looked at the tub. My father’s head was still bowed, as if he was engaged in a solemn prayer, to my Goddess of a wife. His eyes were closed with pleasure. I watched as his jaw slowly dropped open. I saw him open his eyes again and move his hand. His gentle palm came to rest on the back of Amy’s slender, wet and moving neck. I could see the side of my wife’s face. I could see her hand, forearm and upper arm slowly moving as she stroked him.

I moved quickly. I crossed the grass with determined steps. I actually arrived at the edge of the hot tub without either of them noticing me. I was 8 feet away from my father. I was on his left side. I just stood there and stared. My wife was blowing my dad with swift deep strokes. She was bobbing up and down. She was twisting her wet head. I could hear her slurping on my father’s cock. I could hear him sighing and softly groaning. I could see Amy’s fingers. She was gently stroking his balls with her fingertips. I couldn’t help myself. I reached into my shorts again and took hold of my dick. I jerked myself.

Amy let my father’s cock go with a wet pop. She looked up at him with a soft smile. Her hand was smoothly working his shaft and his blunt turgid looking knob. Her slender silver fist was moving softly and swiftly.

“Do you like that, daddy,” Amy whispered. “Do you like it when I adore your cock?”

“I love it, baby,” my father softly said, as she smiled up at him.

“I love it too, daddy,” Amy said with a soft seductive expression on her beautiful wet face.

Suddenly Amy saw me out of the corner of her eye. She turned to me. Her eyes grew wide. I saw her jump in shock. Then her eyes narrowed and she scrutinized me coldly and critically. Her gaze dropped to my crotch. She could see I had my hand in my shorts and was jerking myself off. She took her hand off my dad’s dick and rose up between his legs. He took her in his arms. She ran her hands around my father.

“Raymond,” my wife firmly said, glaring at me as my dad kissed her neck, “what are you doing out here?”

“Watching us, evidently,” my father said, turning his head and looking up at me. “He’s desperate to see us at it, so he can abuse himself.”

“Obviously, dad,” Amy said to my father, before turning back to me. “Well, you can just fucking turn around and go back inside, mate,” Amy hissed at me.

“Please let me watch, Amy,” I whined, imploring my wife, before addressing my father. “Dad, please tell her I’m allowed to watch.”

“Go back inside, Ray,” my wife insisted. “You can jerk off in your bedroom by yourself. You have photos of me on your phone. You have plenty of photos of me to masturbate with.”

“Amy,” I whined.

“Oh my God, you’re so pathetic, Ray,” Amy hissed, while my dad softly kissed her ear and her head, “just fuck off.”

I jerked off. I stamped my feet. Amy ran her hands around my father’s neck. She leant in and kissed his lips. My dad ran his hands up and down her spine. They kissed noisily in front of me for a long moment.

“Dad, please tell her. I’m desperate. I need to watch. Please tell her, dad.”

Amy broke the kiss.

“Just piss off, Ray,” my wife muttered, looking up as she ran her fingers through my dad’s damp hair.

“How about we let him watch, just this once, honey,” my dad said to my wife, after considering me for a moment in silence. “It’s too cruel not to.”

“Daddy,” Amy whined, turning and looking at him with wide eyes “I don’t want him to watch us together and play with himself in front of me. I don’t want him to enjoy himself, like some sort of sleazy creep. He’s just a peeping Tom.”

“C’mon, honey,” my dad said, insisting. “I don’t think we can be that cruel to him.”

“Yes, we can. I like being cruel to him, daddy. It turns me on.”

“C’mon, Amy, I insist,” my father firmly said.

My wife pouted. My wife stewed. She was silent. She looked at my father. We waited.

“Oh my God, very well, Raymond,” Amy whispered with a cold tone in her voice and a steely look in her light eyes.

I sighed.

“Thank you, Amy,” I softly said and then I pulled my t-shirt off over my head and dropped it on the grass.

I stepped down into the bubbling water. I sat down and the churning water came up to my chest. I peeled my shorts off. I let them go. I took my cock in my hand.

There was silence for a moment.

“Your father and I have been playing a little game,” Amy softly said, after a moment, looking up at my dad and not even casting a sideways glance at me. “It’s something we do all the time. It’s all about control, isn’t it daddy.”

My father softly laughed. Amy grinned at him. She ran her fingers through his hair. She cupped his face in her palms and kissed him with a loud smack. They settled down into a long lingering kiss a second later.

“What sort of game, Amy,” I asked.

My wife broke the kiss. She actually turned her head and looked at me.

“It’s an endurance game, Ray,” my wife whispered. “I work on daddy’s cock. I edge him. I blow him. I jerk him. I push him to the limit and keep him there.”

My wife turned back to my dad. She continued talking. He looked at her with a smile. I jerked off.

“We’ve been at it for the last hour or two, haven’t we, Jon. You’re a bit of an all round mess – aren’t you, old man.”

“I’m fine,” my father said, “your wife’s exaggerating, son.”

“Oh really, I’m exaggerating, am I,” Amy whispered with a grin. “Just you watch this, Ray.”

I sat back. The water rumbled and churned. My beautiful wife ran her hands down my father’s arms. She leant in and kissed his neck. She pressed her lips against one spot after another, running her kisses along a meandering line from his jaw to his collarbone. It was all so soft. The hot lingering pecks were so tender and considered.

My father gently held the back of Amy’s head in his large hand as she kissed the other side of his neck with a soft continuous touch of her lips. I watched her slim brown hands rub his broad chest and then float over his nipples. A moment later Amy took her palms away, dropped her head, and then took first one and then the other nipple between her lips and then gently tormented them in turn.

“Good girl,” my father softly said, while I squeezed and stroked the head of my dick, beneath the choppy waterline.

“You like that, do you daddy?”

“Yes, my scrumptious daughter-in-law, I do.”

My wife giggled. She dropped her head. Amy tortured my dad’s points. I saw him close his eyes. I saw him shudder with sensation as she pulled at him and nibbled at him. He sighed. He cradled her head. He whined.

“Goddamn it, naughty girl,” he whispered. “Stop that now.”

My wife laughed. My wife refused to stop. She was sucking his nipples hard and he was twitching.

I was gaining a deeper understanding of their little sex game. Amy was trying to exert the most delicious type of control over him and he was being indulgent with her because she was his toy. It must have been getting to him though having to deal with that much stimulation from so much teasing and game playing.

“Amy,” my dad hissed, “c’mon, you know that drives me crazy, oh my God, Amy!”

My wife broke contact.

“I know it drives you batty, you old fossil,” my wife whispered up at him, before laughing. “I know you can’t take it, that’s why I’m doing it.”

I laughed. I jerked off. It felt good. Amy slowly dropped down in the water. She was smiling up at my father. She kissed his belly. She stroked his thighs. His cock stood straight up.

“Are you jealous, Ray,” my wife asked me, without looking at me, “do you wish it was you, I was doing this to?”

“Of course, he does,” my father whispered down at her, his eyes on my wife’s beautiful facial features as she sank down into the water before him.

“Too bad, I’m never ever going to do this to you, Ray. Your father’s the only one who gets this sort of treatment around here. You get nothing.”

“He has his hand,” my dad softly said, “that will have to suffice.”

“Absolutely,” Amy whispered, “that’s all he has, though I’m thinking of denying him even that.”

My wife and my father softly laughed.

“Oh, that is cruel,” my dad whispered.

I felt a sense of fear curl through my spine for a second. I didn’t say anything. I put my worries out of my mind though. I watched wide eyed and excited while Amy took my dad’s large hard cock between her breasts. She gently squeezed her boobs together. She moved up and down in the water so my dad’s dick slipped up and down against her soft tanned skin, between her tits. She started racing up and down. She was laughing. Her eyes were sparkling in the moonlight.

“How does that feel, daddy,” Amy whispered, softly smiling up at him, before reaching in and tickling the base of his balls with her fingertips as she rose and fell.

“Nice, baby,” my dad replied.

Amy suddenly released him. She continued to tickle his balls with her fingers. My wife dropped again. She grinned up at him. She looked down. My father’s hard cock was in front of her wide eyes. Then the tip was before my wife’s smile.

“Ready for more kisses, daddy,” Amy asked him, looking up.

“Uh huh,” my father said.

Amy reached up. She took her fingers off my father’s balls and slowly wrapped them around the base of his thick shaft. I saw my wife crush his erection in her fist.

“Like what you’re seeing, darling,” she asked me.

Yes, it’s beautiful,” I whispered, mesmerized. “You’re beautiful, Amy.”

“I am glad you’re here to see this, Ray,” Amy whispered. “I guess I do like an audience, even if you are a creep.”

I smiled. My wife dropped her head. She planted a soft kiss on my dad’s knob. She did it again. I could see her running her thumb around and around the underside. I watched her fist slowly slip up and down. She kissed the head again and again. They were soft careful touches. I swore I could see my father’s penis grow even harder and more engorged.

“Suck it, Amy,” I whispered, completely engrossed in what she was doing.

My wife laughed. I grinned. She poked her tongue out and swiped at the underside of his knob. I watched my wife run her tongue all over him. She was dropping her head and sliding her tongue up and down.

“I love you, Amy,” I muttered, stroking myself quickly. I abruptly moaned out. “I love what you’re doing to my dad.”

My wife laughed.

“Fucking wimpy, cuck,” Amy said with a smile. “I’m gonna lock your cock up and teach you a big fucking lesson, Ray.”

“Oh my God, Amy,” I hissed. Amy laughed.

“How will you be able to jerk off and get any relief if I do that?”

I gasped. I almost came. I had to take my hand off it for a moment. Amy laughed.

My wife placed her lips over the head of my dad’s dick. He reached in and put the palm of his hand on the back of her head. Her head dropped. She filled her mouth with his dick. She dropped a few inches and then dropped again. She stopped. She slowly twisted her hand around his base. Her head rose. I could hear her softly slurping.

“She a good one, son,” my dad whispered at me, without looking at me. “She makes me feel so good. Your wife’s a keeper, Ray. Life’s too short; I’m going to keep her for myself.”

“Yeah, dad.”

“She gives the best blowjob, son.”

“Yes, Amy’s amazing,” I whispered.

We both nodded. Amy was rising and falling smoothly. I watched her head swiftly move. I could see my dad’s cock vanishing, between her lips, inside her mouth and then re-emerging. I could hear my wife gagging on it as she drove down, twisting and grinding her slick wet head. I could hear my wife squeaking on it as she withdrew, sucking my dad so sweetly.

“Oh suck it, Amy, you bitch,” my dad whispered, closing his eyes and dropping his head. “Suck my cock, my darling daughter.”

My beautiful wife didn’t respond. She was too busy giving my dad head to speak. Her form flashed. Dick appeared and then was gone.

My father suddenly groaned. It was a soft groan. Amy instantly stopped. His dick emerged from her mouth. She looked up at him and broke into laughter. He sighed.

“How much longer are you going to rile me up like this, woman?”

“I don’t know, daddy,” Amy said, with a grin, before she dropped her head and started kissing my father’s oozing tip again and running her tongue over him endlessly.

It went on and on. Amy took him back in her mouth a few minutes later and sucked him relentlessly and crisply. My father moved forward. He stood up in the hot tub. My wife adjusted herself. She was sucking him fiercely. She was using her hand and her mouth together. I was sure she was going to keep going and make him cum, but she stopped again when she heard him moan. She withdrew. A fine stream of pre-cum and saliva came with her as she retreated. It stretched between her bottom lip and his tip. It glowed like a silvery web in the moonlight and then it broke.

Amy laughed. My father moaned. He clutched the back of my wife’s head.

“How are you, old man,” my wife asked with a grin, before blowing hot air on his bloated seeping knob.

My father couldn’t take it anymore. I could imagine his cock twitching and throbbing in the night. My dad pulled Amy in closer. She gasped. I gasped. She quickly tilted her head back, closed her eyes and opened her mouth. He cradled the back of Amy’s head with one hand and took his cock in his other hand.

“Enough of this, you teasing bitch,” my father hissed, “my slutty daughter-in-law.”

“Oh, do it, daddy,” my wife quietly whined, before breaking into laughter.

I burst into orgasm just an instant before my father did. I shook hard. I groaned. I fired semen into my hand, below the waterline.

“God, I love you Amy,” I whined, trying not to wake the neighbors with my pleasure.

“Pathetic, Ray,” my wife whispered without looking at me, “really pathetic.”

A second later my dad let go. His cock just erupted. I watched my father through half closed eyes. I couldn’t believe my dad was actually shooting his load over my wife’s face. Amy told me he did that sort of thing with her, but I hadn’t seen it before. It was so dirty.

I watched as my dad’s cock fired cum. The semen leapt from the tip of his dick. A fine silvery arc burst from the point of his penis. It was caught in the moonlight before landing in a long streak on Amy’s beautiful wet facial features and her slick blonde hair. My dad jerked his penis quickly. He grunted and groaned. He stepped forward on shaky legs and let her have it point blank. My wife was softly screeching. She was flinching with each hot shot he delivered.

“Oh my God, Amy, I Love you. You’re such a cum-slut, Amy. You’re such a slut. You’ve made her so grubby, dad. You made her so dirty, dad. I love you so much, Amy.”

My wife laughed. My father hit her with shots of semen.

“You’re so hopeless, Ray,” Amy fiercely whispered, between squeals and screams. “You’re such a loser, mate.”

“Like that, baby,” my dad groaned out, while my wife laughed.

“Of course, daddy — I love it. Oh my God, Jon, it’s in my eye and nose,” Amy fiercely whispered.

“Best daughter-in-law a man ever had!”

“You’re just a hopeless creep, Jon!”

“Damn, right I am!”

My wife was laughing hysterically. It was over. I was gently stroking myself. I was shaking, my cum was in the bubbling water. My dad reached his shuddering conclusion and sighed. Amy’s face was streaked in webs of semen.

“Oh my God,” Amy softly exclaimed, between laughter.

Then a second later my wife pinched her nostrils between her finger and thumb. She dropped below the waterline. She was underwater. A second later she burst forth from the frenzied water, her face was clean and water was streaming down her features and through her drenched hair.

***

It was later. It was the early morning. The three of us were back inside the hot, stuffy house. The three of us were in the master bedroom together. I was sitting in the corner. I was ignored and I was anonymous. I was like a plain old houseplant.

A few scented candles slowly burnt at various places around the bedroom – the soft flickering of the candlelight drenched the scene before me in warm fiery hues. My wife and my dad were putting on another x-rated show in front of me, after our time together in the pool. The fireworks in the bedroom had been going for a couple of hours so far. Amy had cum more than a few times and my father had shot his load inside Amy once and then once more again.

It had been an incredible night from my point of view, but was a fairly standard one for my wife and my father. They usually had sex all night. My relentless and fired up Amy could apparently coax four or more orgasms from my old man and enjoy a similar number herself per night. My wife was trying to get pregnant, so doing it that often and coming that much made sense.

My lucky stolid father was lying, stretched out on his back, on the bed. My father was naked, his body shone with sweat. The drops of perspiration beaded and ran on his skin. My beautiful wife Amy was on top of my dad. She was completely nude. Her long blonde hair was wet. Her hair fell about her hot face. It fell in front of her eyes. Her hair was stringy; she wore a dripping stringy fringe. It was glued to her wet back. Her tanned skin leaked. For some reason she was wearing her glasses. Her spectacles had almost slipped off her nose.

“You’re so beautiful, Amy,” I whispered at my gorgeous wife.

Amy turned her head and grinned at me. She was breathing hard. She was really nailing my father. She was trying to provoke yet another orgasm from him and searching for her own.

“You’re still jerking off, Ray,” Amy asked, watching me play with my hard dick as she hammered my father with a thump, a gasp and a groan. “I thought you were well and truly done, mate.”

“Watching you turns me on, Amy. I’m never done when you’re around.”

My wife burst into laughter. She stopped pummeling my dad for a moment. His cock was buried inside her pussy. She was grinding and rubbing. She was rolling back and forth. She was blissfully impaled on his big thing. My father softly groaned and closed his eyes. My wife looked down at him and grinned.

“You close, old man, are you,” Amy said, trying to catch her breath.

“I love you, Amy,” I whispered.

“I don’t know why I’m so cruel to you sometimes, Ray,” my wife whispered, gasping for oxygen, before turning back to look down at my father again. “You’re such a sweet guy, most of the time.”

“I think I like it when you’re cruel to me,” I whispered. “It turns me on.”

“Oh really,” Amy said, “but shouldn’t I be more nice to you, my darling hubby.”

“You just like riding my cock more than being nice to him, don’t you, honey,” my dad said, running the palm of his hands over Amy’s moving hips. “You’re my dirty cum-slut.”

My wife burst into more laugher. She wiped her sweaty brow. She ran her fingers through her hair. She pushed her glasses back onto her face with her index finger. She grinned.

“Damn right I do, daddy,” Amy said with a sigh. “I ride you all night, every night, like a cowgirl on a bull.”

“You’re my dirty cum-slut, aren’t you, baby?”

“Sure am, daddy. C’mon, enough talk, let’s fuck. I want you to cum inside me again.”

Amy moved deliberately and forcefully. Her gorgeous wet body rolled and swayed slowly at first and then she moved faster and faster as she picked up speed. She was sitting upright at first, but then she leant forwards. Her hands were planted on my father’s shoulders.

“I love your tits, Amy,” my dad whispered, taking his hands off her hips, reaching out and taking the tips of my wife’s breasts in his fingers and then caressing them. She grinned and closed her eyes. Amy’s beautiful candlelit form swung forwards and backwards, exposing a few inches of my father’s dick to the outside air, before slamming back inside my wife, with a soft thud of body against body, as she moved powerfully against him.

My father groaned again. He slowly turned his head from side to side. He inhaled deeply. My wife looked down at him. She laughed at him through her wild wet hair. Her spectacles slid right down to the end of her nose, finally fell off and hit my dad’s chest.

“You close are you, daddy, huh,” Amy whispered.

“Oh my God, Amy,” my father muttered, “you make me feel so good. I love you girl. I want you to be married to me.”

“You hear that, Ray,” my wife asked me, breathing hard between her words.

I was about to speak, but my wife cut in and continued talking.

“I’m going to make you cum so hard, old man,” Amy whispered. “I’m going to leave you shaking.”

I sighed. I was stroking my penis by hand and I was hard. It felt so good.

“Oh my God, Amy,” I whispered.

My wife ignored me. She was getting set to extract more semen from my father. I had never seen my wife behave like this before. My father was groaning. He was tense. His body was rigid and stimulated just like his penis was, judging by the way he was curling his toes and clenched his muscles.

“Oh my God, you’re my beautiful slut.”

“I am daddy, now c’mon,” my wife urged him, bursting into more laughter, her eyes sparkling.

Then I heard my wife groan. Then she did it again. A sweet, high pitched cry carried around the bedroom as my wife erupted with feminine sound. My wife was there as well. And then I was there. I couldn’t believe it — were all three of us going to cum together?

“Oh my God, daddy!”

Amy just wouldn’t stop moving for even a second. She abruptly sat up. My dad drove his head into the pillow. He lightly held my wife’s hips. Amy pounded up and down. Her breasts bounced. She threw her head back. She closed her eyes tight.

“AAAAWWWW MMMMYYYY GGGGOOOODDDD DDDDAAAADDDDDDDDYYYY,” Amy exploded, her wet tanned body trembling uncontrollably and her saturated blonde hair flying about. She bowed her head. Her jaw dropped and she just crackled and broke apart as the pleasure tore her deliciously into pieces.