'This really does turn you on doesn't it?' Emily asked.
I stood naked before her, one of her arms resting on my shoulders, her other hand attached to my erect, pointing cock, moving.
Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth.
'Yes.' I said simply, unable to deny the fact.
Emily removed her arm from my shoulders, turned and still with her hand on my cock walked us both to our bed. 'Lie down.' Command, her dominant role in our kinky game was out once more.
I lay on the bed, my back resting against the pillows and headboard. Emily crawled onto the bed. Slipped 2 fingers into her black sports bra and lifted it over her head. Threw it away. Her round breasts dropped and revealed the 2 pointing pink buds that were her hard nipples. She then slipped 2 fingers into her tight black leggings and slowly slipped them down her legs leaving her in nothing but a black thong.
'Did you not just get dressed?' I asked.
'It's the weekend, that's the time to be naked,' She paused. 'And the time for sex.'
She flung her arms at me, wrapped them around me, engulfed my mouth in a kiss. Her legs caught up with the rest of her body and she straddled me, my erect cock rubbed against the material of her thong as she humped my legs slowly. She was getting pleasure from humping my leg, I was getting aroused and teased by my cock rubbing against her thong. Our tongues collided in each other's mouth's.
My hands went down to slide her thong to the side which she allowed me but as I went to grab her hips to lift them up so I could push myself into her she broke our kiss. 'Wait.' She said.
The room went too silence other than our breathing.
Me who had been teased and edged last night and then teased and edged this morning and teased and edged again right now. Me who was on the edge of an orgasm, was so horny. I was so close to feeling my wife Emily's warm, tight pussy engrossed around my hard, throbbing cock groaned.
'Babyyy.' I moaned fiercely, primal.
'If I asked you to pick between 2 options would you hear me out?' She asked.
I was still breathing heavily, my orgasm slowly drifting further and further away it seemed. 'Yes.' I breathed.
'I'll let you fuck me, right here, right now. I know you'd want that anyway but after last night? I know you neeeed it, you need me, my pussy, our sex, you must be wild right baby? I know you, you need my pussy. So you can have it, or, I'll get off you right now and go and see your father.'
My eyes went wide.
'Pick.' She said.
I opened my mouth to say; 'I want you, I need you.' But what came out was; 'My father.' It sounded more like a question.
Emily kissed me.
'Good boy.' And like that she was off me, walked around the bed, her perfect ass swaying as she walked away from me. Without turning to look back at me on the bed, she was gone.
I was alone.
My orgasm seemed so close yet so far, my cock stood pointing upwards, slowly shrinking and yet, my wife had been on top of me. We had been kissing and I could have had her, had her body connected to mine in the most intimate thing a man and woman can do, she had offered herself up to me. Yet she had asked me to pick between myself or my father.
I chose my father, and she'd gone without a second thought.
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'How far do you see this going?' I asked.
Emily lay in bed next to me, black thong and silk night top on.
She had returned from I assumed my fathers bedroom about an hour after I'd told her to go to him. She walked into our bedroom, straight to her dresser and pulled on the silk night top, hiding most of her nakedness from me. Whilst the top was thin enough to not cover her aroused nipples it went down lower than her black thong, thus it covered her perfect round ass from my view.
That only turned me on more as I was already still incredibly horny having been left by myself, orgasm at the tips of my toes whilst my wife had gone to see another man and do...god only knows what. Every kinky idea popped into my head though. Neither of us said anything about where Emily had been or about what she might have done with Jim, my father. But Emily turned on her side to look at me. Thought about her words to answer my question.
'You mean, me and your father.'
'Yes, you and my father.'
'Say his name for me, please.' Emily asked, throwing my thoughts off slightly.
'Jim.'
'Hmm, so much respect in the way you say it.' She smiled at me. 'Is that the right question you should be asking though?' She asked.
'What... what do you mean?' I asked, still thinking about why she had asked me to say my fathers name.
Emily rolled over onto her front, her round voluptuous breasts almost falling out of her silk top. 'Well.' She said. 'How far do you think we've gone?' A smile spread across her rosy lips, she loved to tease me and this tease was her greatest yet and she knew it.
'Is that a rhetorical question?'
'No.' Simply said, leading. 'Do you think, hmmmm I'm not sure. I've gone into his bedroom and danced around like a ballerina in nothing but a black thong for him? My breasts even more on show for him than they are for you right now...' Saying that she pulled her black night top up to cover her lovely cleavage which she'd seen I'd had my eyes glued to. Acted like nothing was different as my eyes looked away.
'Do you think I've been into his room, walked up to his bed. Pulled his covers back, lay myself on him and put his big, thick, veiny, hard cock into my mouth, sucked it till my face was dirty with his mess? Or,' She paused. 'Do you think I've entered his bedroom, opened my legs for him, showed him the pussy of a married woman. Your married woman, on the bed in his son's house. Your house, and let him impale his big, thick, pulsing cock in me.'
'So you've seen his cock?' I asked, I couldn't help it but the way she had described it in such detail and more than once...
