Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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Author's note: some time ago, I wrote about "How I became a slut for my husband". Many of you asked for another chapter for these characters. I had fun researching, experimenting, and writing this, I hope you like it.
It had been several weeks since our visit to my father-in-law's for the weekend. Closing my eyes, I remembered my excitement as Jack watched his father fuck me.
My breathing became more labored as strange fingers cupped my boobs. His fingers pinched and pulled on my nipples, alternating between pulling them hard and softly caressing them driving me insane. My thoughts were a whirlpool of sensations as my mind returned to that weekend. Jack's father had taken me within five minutes of our arrival; fucking me hard while I was leaning up against our car while Jack watched.
Lying me face down on the hood of the car, Jack never even objected as his father took control. I can't even remember him kissing me first, one minute I was standing there, surprised that his father greeted us naked, and the next minute he was pounding my pussy with that wonderful cock.
That night I had certainly been ready for more sex thanks to the two cops who pulled us over earlier, and then when Jack fucked me after the cops agreed not to ticket him. Jack had wanted me to be naked all weekend and I smiled to myself that I spent the entire weekend with my legs spread or on my knees right up until it was time to go to work on Monday.
His father was just as large as him and his cock filled me completely. As the fourth person to fuck me that night, I was insatiable and was only too happy to submit to his dad. I remembered tilting my head up and seeing Jack smiling as his father plunged in and out of me from behind.
Right now, my body was responding to the fingers and hands of this stranger. Blindfolded, I could only hear his breathing, and my inability to see who it was brought my arousal to an entirely new level of excitement. Although the hands were large, rough, and calloused they knew their way around a woman's breasts.
The combination of being masturbated, being blindfolded, and replaying the memories of Jack's father made me lightheaded and completely compliant.
From the first time, I had met him Jack's father had always seemed to want to get into my pants. We hadn't even been married that first time I was barely nineteen, and I remember the look of lust in his eyes. I had seen that look many times since and my reaction was always the same; I wanted to be ravished. I had always felt guilty and restrained by what "a good girl" should be... I'm not like that anymore.
Jack's mother and a couple of Jack's aunts were sitting around the shore watching several of us swimming. The way Jack's father looked at me made me very wet. I might have been young, but I wasn't inexperienced. He wasn't overt but wearing my tiny red bikini, I could feel his gaze like it was a physical force.
Then, like now, I worked hard to stay in shape, and now Jack, like when we were first dating likes showing me off. Somehow in those middle years, he had changed. Back then, his "prudish" stage was in the future and Jack had suggested that I wear that bikini instead of the one-piece I had originally packed. Jack had said his family wouldn't mind and he knew I liked being on display; I was almost completely naked in that bikini.
The top was just two small triangles connected by a thin strip of fabric. It barely covered my nipples and when they inevitably became engorged, the material revealed the edges of my pinkish-brown areola. The tiny bottoms always stretched tight over my shaved crotch revealing the outline of my pussy and most times even the little bump of my clit. It was obvious to anyone who looked at me that I was turned on and horny.
I could barely keep my knees from shaking I could feel myself trembling and feeling the pre-orgasmic waves flowing through my body. The back was little more than a string that pulled snuggly against my ass that bit deliciously into my ass every time I moved. I still have that bikini and still feel the same way every time I put it on.
Jack's mom and aunts were not pleased and more than once voices mentioned the word "slut" when they were talking. Jack's uncles may have thought the same thing but their eyes seemed glued to my curves, my rock-hard nipples, and the way my little clit was poking into the bottoms.
A while later, I remember, I was in the water with several of his cousins, everyone was drinking and laughing, including Jack's dad. I had kept to the deeper water, hoping to secretly remove my bottoms and maybe my top without anyone noticing. Part of me was enjoying the stares and even the whispering. I loved being naked and being an exhibitionist... I smiled to myself, I likely was a slut.
Thinking back to how I was then, I was always amazed that I had given up that part of my personality for so long. The daily grind of working literally had made me forget how much I enjoyed that part of me. It almost cost Jack and me our marriage. Until that counselor and Jack had given me permission to reopen that part of my life. I shook my head and remembered what happened next.
The water was up to my neck when I felt his hands. He had swam up behind me, laughing and playing all innocent. I felt the thick fingers on my breasts, cupping them and pinching my nipples so hard, that I almost moaned. It had been unexpected and I almost screamed. I caught myself because I didn't want to embarrass Jack and his dad; besides I had my own daddy issues and feeling his fingers explore me was like a fantasy come true.
I felt lightheaded as Jack's father's hands moved and cupped my cheeks, firmly grasping my tight ass so tight I couldn't help but moan quietly. Fortunately, in all of the splashing and laughing, nobody noticed.
I felt those strong hands move and explore my curves and hidden places. After several minutes I felt one slip inside the thin fabric of my bottoms. To anyone on the shore, it seemed like his father and I was sharing a story, not a sexual encounter. Then as if Jack sensed the truth, he was in the water approaching us.
To my surprise, Jack's father didn't move at all. He and Jack talked about how sexy I was, almost as if I wasn't there, his father's hands still caressing my ass. Finally, when Jack's mom called, his father stopped and he swam to shore. Jack came to me and kissed me long and hard in front of his family. He whispered to me that he was going to fuck me long and hard right after supper. He did.
It wasn't the last time that Jack's dad Dean felt me up. Dean seemed to know that Jack would never object and for a while Dean would continue to touch me and fondle me every chance he got. Except for that difficult time with Jack, I got used to Dean's hands and fingers caressing me, often times he even penetrated me with those thick fingers. As Jack and I experienced some of our issues, I found myself even having dark fantasies about Dean. I think Dean was just as happy as me to learn about the counselor's advice. Surprisingly though, until that weekend, his cock had never been inside me.
Dean was built almost exactly like Jack, about 6.2 and 220 lbs of mostly muscle. He hadn't really changed in all of the years I had known him. His wife, Nancy, unfortunately, was about the same weight as him, was much shorter, and not nearly as attractive. She also never changed her mind, she had always thought I was a slut.
Whenever I spoke to Jack about Dean, Jack would make excuses and find ways to explain his dad. Just recently, Jack had told me that his parents hadn't had sex in forever. I wasn't surprised, but I figured Dean never let that stop him from having sex with someone.
"What are you saying, you want me to fuck your dad?" I had said to Jack when he told me that.
"No, but you know that he likes you, and I know that he could never seem to keep his hands off of you," he said in a voice that seemed to be very accepting of the situation. Then he added, "Well, do you think he is attractive?"
I waited several moments before answering, "Jack, remember the councilor saying for us to re-explore our sexuality?"
Jack nodded.
I continued, "And if you want me to fuck your dad, and you are okay with that, then I will, he's done everything but fuck me so far." I smiled knowingly at Jack.
"April, that's not what I'm saying, and besides he's told me every he's done to you," he said trying to backpedal but kind of implying that his dad fucking me would not be the worst thing in the world.
"Jack, your dad looks just like you, maybe a little heavier and a little greyer, but I think you are pretty attractive and so is your dad," I said, trying to appear as if I wasn't saying yes or no.
Then we took that drive, what a weekend!
I had not even brought any clothes and was naked the entire weekend. Things had gotten really got interesting when we were pulled over by those two cops. I let them fuck me silly so Jack wouldn't get charged. That had been so hot. Then Jack fucked me after they left.
Finally a few hours late we had arrived at our weekend escape only to find Jack's dad there alone, naked, and very ready to fuck me.
What followed that weekend had been a blur of sex with Dean, sex with Jack, sex with both of them, and then in something I hadn't expected to be as hot as it was, watching Dean suck his son's cock.