Her long, soft, warm fingers pulled at the rubber that had sheathed my cock, pulling the condom off of my slowly shrinking cock. She tied the end of it, not wanting to make a mess with my cum. Then she got up from our bed where we had just had the most intimate, ferocious and powerful love making session in our marriage.
She walked over to the bathroom and dropped the cum filled rubber into the bin. Oh yes, our most exciting love making session had been with me wearing a condom, not even able to cum inside the woman I am married to. By the order from my father, the man who got to enjoy my wife's pussy without a condom, whenever he wanted.
Whilst I had to ask his permission for it, and with the added factor of my cock being condom covered as well.
She then sauntered over to our bed, naked as she was when I came in the condom inside of her, sweat glistening on her skin from our love making and got back into our bed lying next to me. She turned to face me. I lay tired, orgasm finished and breathing slowly.
'How was that?' I asked her.
She smiled and spoke slowly. 'That, was nice.'
'Nice...' I repeated.
'Well I definitely would have preferred you not wearing a condom.' She said, 'But Daddy said use protection like good kids, so we have to behave don't we?'
'Yes.'
'That's my good boy, I do love how you're becoming just how I imagined you were when you were younger.'
'Oh yeah? What do you mean by that?'
'Being a good boy and listening to your father.' Emily said, still smiling at me.
'Right.' I mumbled.
'Nice...' I repeated to myself again, out loud.
'You said that already.' She commented.
'I did.'
'You're thinking about him aren't you?' Emily asked me.
I was indeed thinking about my father. I couldn't get him out of my head. The same image replayed over and over in my mind, a blurred image of him. Slightly muscular, hairy, naked and sweaty. Holding my wife's legs apart as he thrust his cock into her.
Unsheathed by a condom like I had just been, on his order. Emily's moans, distant. Full of pleasure and her thinking of nothing other than the cock of the man who had been fucking pussy's since before either of us were born. The same cock that had made her husband, me. Who now didn't have the luxury of pleasuring her without his father's permission.
'Tell me what you're thinking about baby.' Emily said as she moved a hand up to stroke my cheek.
'I can't get him out of my head. All I see is him...' I fell off.
'Him fucking me.' Emily knew where I had been going with that. 'What position?' She asked.
'You, on your back, he's holding your legs up by his shoulders and, thrusting into you.' I said.
'Hmmm, that's hot baby. Is he wearing a condom? Oh who am I kidding he isn't is he? You're the only one who wears condoms in this house, isn't that right baby?'
I whimpered.
'So do you want to watch?' She asked.
My eyes went wide. She smiled. Could I actually watch my father fuck my wife? The cock that had made me all those years ago, fucking the young, youthful pussy I had married. Could I?
'I could get him to buy you one of those chastity cage things, we could find one that fits your hmmmm...proportions.' She said as the hand that had been stroking my cheek moved underneath the bed covers and wrapped itself around my growing cock. 'Then I could get you to strip and sit in the cuck chair over there as your father claims me in our bed, whilst you could do nothing but watch the chain with the key to your cage dangle around his neck as he thrusts his fat, throbbing cock in and out of me.' She smiled devilishly.
'In and out, in and out. Of His pussy.' She added, reconfirming who the dominant man in this relationship now was.
My cock was hard now. Or harder anyway.
'Someone seems to find that idea fun. I'll have to tell him to do some research into those chastity thingys. Then he can own not only your house, your woman but your cock as well...' Emily said as she pulled the bed covers over her head and moved down in the bed until I felt the warm, wet sensation of her mouth enclosing around my cock.
She sucked me till I came. Filling her mouth. Swallowing.
She came back up out of the bed covers, licking her lips. I lay still, panting and moaning quietly, riding the short wave of pleasure she had blessed me with. 'Hmm, you taste different to him.' She giggled. 'It's been so long since I went down on you I almost forgot how you tasted.'
I whimpered, again. I seemed to be doing that more and more recently.
'I'll get in trouble for doing that.' Emily said.
'You don't have to tell him.' I whispered.
'I don't Have to tell him anything. But it does make it more exciting that I really want to tell him everything we do in the bedroom together doesn't it? Like I'm making sure that it was allowed and who knows maybe if one of us goes too far...' She paused. 'He might punish us. Me, for being a bad girl or you, for being a bad boy.'
'A bad boy?' I asked.
'His exact words.' She replied.
'What's he going to do? Put me in the time out corner?' I joked.
'Well let's see, he's already taken your woman, not just in your mind and fantasies but in the real world. He's fucked me, his cock, his thick, fat, pulsing, throbbing, big cock went into my pussy. And out, then back in, and so on, and on and on...Oh baby he fucked me soooo good. I can't wait to feel it again, you have no idea.' Emily moaned as she continued to slowly stroke my cock under the covers.
'Oops, hehe sorry hehe I got distracted thinking of his...length,' She paused. 'And girth hehe. Where was I? Ah yes, he is the one who decided that you now need to wear a condom to fuck me. Oh and he's also the one who has those condoms so if you do want to fuck me, which you'll need his permission for you have to go and ask him for one of those condoms. He also get's to fuck me, your wife whenever HE wants to, and without a condom at that. Who do we think is in control of this house now hmm mister?'
I didn't have any words. But I knew she was right.
'It turns you on doesn't it?' She asked.
'Which part are you referring to?' I asked back.
'Well I know you love all of it, don't even try to deny it but I was referring to the part where you're now your Daddy's little boy again. His house, his rules.' I felt my cock twitch, so did Emily. 'Ah see, someone just twitched a little at being Daddy's little boy, just like the old day's. Let all your worries go, let Daddy take control, let Daddy have his woman.'
'You know this isn't permanent right?' I asked Emily.
'Yes I know. But I'm going to enjoy this for as long as it lasts. I know Daddy is still looking for a house to move into but that whole process could take years, can you imagine? Me being his woman for years...so many condoms.' She teased.
There was a buzz on Emily's bedside table and she turned over to pick up her phone, not letting go of my cock which she had slowly been jerking off as we'd been talking.
