Eep It in the Family

Author's Note:  Now David is talking.

Emily and I had a lengthy conversation a couple weeks after our separation.

She and I met up at our home, and tried to speak on why she cheated, and what led me to subsequently doing the same.

It was simple.

"You're great in bed," she told me, but that's where it stops.

"So why cheat," I asked.

"Sherman was good, too, but he came with so much more."

She put that out there and didn't flinch, confident on where she stood with our incompatibility. I didn't dare speak on real tryst at the gym, only stating I was "locked in" with a lady from our church.

"You sent Anna off with a bang, literally," she said as she assumed it was one of our deacons she suspected.

She couldn't know I liked to bottom and so I felt more comfortable leaving the lie where it was, protecting the both of us. She would however correct herself to say that I was a great listener, and I in exchange gave her kudos for her baked ziti before we burst into laughter.

"So this marriage was based off of small things, vice substance," I asked.

"I guess so," she said, and we nodded in agreement that we needed to go our separate ways.

That same evening we laid out finances between us, from vehicles, to our two rental properties down in Florida, and tried to decide final disposition.

"The houses to be honest, you can have completely, for I don't want any proceeds from them," she said.

I pledged silently that she would still get a cut, for I might've purchased the Treasure Island houses with my own money, but she took the time solely maintaining the properties on her own, guiding renovations and maintenance, or just flying down to inspect.   We shook hands, kissed and hugged as we made it official that we would part, and six months later we were in front of a judge with all settled documentation between us, allowing the lady to smack her gavel for finalization. A week later, our home was sold, and a couple days after I would fly down to Tampa International to seal the deal on the other properties for a lucrative pay day.

We both would make out quite well, but I still had some damage control to tend to.

"Hey, I know its been awhile, but how are you," I texted to Adrian.

After the first encounter between us, we had a fuck and suck ritual every Wednesday or Friday as he would tamper with me until he filled me up (orally or anally).  We did it for maybe three months, then the divorce made me scarce, as did his job for him as he had an uptick in clients.

"I'm wasn't neglecting you," I told him.

"I know.  But we've all been busy," he messaged back as he, too, missed our flings.

"Not too busy to suck that cock of yours," I added. "I want it when I touchdown."

He didn't respond, as it was late evening and I was naked in my hotel, stroking myself to the thought of him.  Adrian was my son-in-law, for by society's standards he was beyond sexually off-limits, but he performed double duty as my lover as he gave me what I'd been desiring.  The "gym buddy" might've inducted me into bottomhood, but Adrian kept me there with his hurricane tongue and deadly stroke of that fat cock.  It was even more absurd to think I once thought of Adrian as a derelict, someone who fell well short of what my daughter needed in a partner, and here I was, savoring the flavor of his cum and the deep vibration of his cock.  For sure I was the negative aspect in our dealings, as he handled his responsibilities and loved on his family, but made specific time to properly punch near my sphincter.  I pumped out a good load that evening to the thought of this man, and the next morning, just 24 hours before my return I would text him again, as I was more horny than before.

"Will you pick me up from the airport," I asked him.

"I can do that, or I'll have Mel get you before she leaves," he told me.

I'd forgotten Melanie was going to D.C. for a work-related conference.

"The kids are with my parents for the week as they're giving me a break," he told me as he added to my jolly.

I shouldn't have been as excited as I was, but that meant the house would be completely empty, and I could give him butt whenever he required.

"Mel can grab you and we see her off together.  The kids are already gone," he added.

I could admit I loved my grands, but "paw paw's" needs were far greater than me baking two racks of my infamous chocolate chip cookies.  The only dessert I wanted to deal with was Adrian's curved pickle, for I wanted to taste it and feel it ricocheting off my prostate to make my hole drool.  I'd bust another load before carrying on with the beautiful day, just going down to the beach for a swim, and gathering a good breakfast at Foxy's after. I finished all that before my retreat to the hotel, and I began to feel frisky again before I remained naked the remainder of the day, into night.  The next morning in the wee hours I was texting both my daughter and son-in-law to remind them of my pick up.

"Mel's got you.  She's gonna do a drive by of picking you up, then dropping you off before she hits the road," he told me.

I took a hot shower, and cleaned up thoroughly before bidding adieu to the Gulf town three hours later, wheels up with me having a twitching hole en route to Norfolk International.  Two hours later the plane landed on a wet tarmac as rain blanketed Hampton Roads, increasing my mood to "dance" with Adrian.

"Welcome home, dad," my beloved daughter messaged, as she was waiting outside in a driving rain.

The airport seemed sleepy on this Saturday morning as I would receive my bag expeditiously, then a warm hug from my little girl minutes later once I entered her SUV.  We talked, discussing the trip, the divorce, and what life would look like with the changes while I had a lump in my throat. Despite her being a full adult, I always had separation anxiety with her, but I also thought about how I was going to incubate her husband's cock with my throat while she was gone.

"Dad, while I'm gone, can you keep an eye on Adrian," she asked.

She didn't get into specifics, but my guilt trap was overflowing as I figured her intuitions were boiling.

"John and Rhonda are watching the kids for us this week so Adrian can have a full break," she told me. "You two will behave as you're on your own."

I simply nodded and caught goosebumps as we rolled down the interstate, my stomach slightly turning knowing her husband would crack me open in a few hours.  I was a no good bastard for what I was doing, but Adrian wasn't no better, for he was playing both of us. In a way, I was still turned on that I had this "forbidden fruit" to get me off the same.

"I love you.  Tell Adrian I'll call once I get halfway," she said as she stopped in front of the house.

I hugged and kissed her, and she started to drive off when a shirtless Adrian would come out of the house. He was wearing gray sweatpants, and a devious smile as he came to the driver's side. I got out of the car and grabbed my bag.

"Sooooo, now you wanna show off as I'm leaving," I heard her say.

I started to sweat for it felt like he was flaunting in front of her, trying to appease and tease me right under her nose. I saw that dickprint as it drooped between his thighs, and so I quickly retreated to the house to keep from blowing my own cover.

They remained outside long enough for me to head to my room, and take a quick shower, and while I dried off, I heard his footsteps.

"You rushed off pretty quick," he said, as those sweatpants were left elsewhere.

He came into the room with that gorgeous prick swinging sideways before he laid on the mattress.  I would join him by crawling between his legs to reunite my face to his cock, and ultimately regain my warranted position.

"You missed this dick," he asked.

"You miss daddy sucking this dick," I asked as we made eye contact.

I missed that sweetness of his thick precum, and his natural scent aligned with his cologne. I closed my eyes and wrapped my lips around the tip, going slow to focus and truly enjoy the girthy member that he was blessed with.

"Daddy does miss that dick," he said while I'd give tongue detail to the lips of the slit, then the rim under the tip before my mouth widened as I went lower on his stiffness.

I kept my mouth locked on his prick as I went from top to bottom, and would breathe through my nose while using my neck for lever back and forth.  I wouldn't miss an inch of that black dick as I was rewarded by hearing his moans, and the feeling of his hands rubbing my bald skull.

"You got it, David," he said as that made me love on that cock more.

"Slow down, baby."

I started whipping my head harder after giving more pressure, hyped from his reaction as well as how hard he'd become with my help.

"You gon' put it in my ass," I asked him as I tried to restraint a little.

"You don't gotta ask that question, just assume the position," he said to me.

I was ripe for a good fucking, but wanted to taste him some more, for I knew once he entered my pussy it was ball game.  I would turn my head to lick his thighs, starting with the inner left one, before moving my face to the right and running my tongue inward to the area between his thigh and balls.  I went up and down in that area while his hairs ticked my mouth, then I turned my head to the right as I tried to run my tongue across the route of the follicles.  His legs spread further as he gave me full disclosure once more to devour him, and I chose simply to tease his skin with the tip of my tongue.

"Jeez David," he whispered.

I let my tongue flutter side to side on that balls sack, then I took his left nut in my mouth to make him groan before he pushed my head away for me to stop.

"I don't wanna cum yet," he said.

"I wanna taste it," I said while becoming aggressive.

He pushed me away again and I got up from between his legs, crawling over to his left side, then turning my body towards the side of the bed.  I rolled to my back, and spread my legs to show I was ready for him, wanting him to take that fat cock and push it inside me once more. He in turn got up and walked over to my dresser nearby as he opened the top to the lube, and I'd hear him squeeze out a substantial amount.  He came over to me, and I raised my legs higher before he rubbed on my hole.

"Feel that," he asked after he pushed two fingers inside.

The pressure initially made me cringe, but he knew how to "feel around" as he was spreading the liquid, trying to loosen me up.  He had one hand inside me, and the other on that fat cock as I'd hear him stroking to fully lubricate it.

"You ready for some dick," he asked.

"Yes baby," I told him as I was far from the guilt trip earlier.

He stopped fingering me and rubbing himself to grab that massive poker at the base, and rub it against my ass hole.

"Don't tease me," I told him.

"Don't tease you," he asked before he forced it inside me, and caused me to scream.  "So who's really calling the shots?"

"You are.  You are," I wailed as it felt like he was taking my virginity again.

I felt that pulsating, sweet meat as he pushed in slowly with no pause, giving me all the dick until his hips pressed against mine.  I looked up at him as he had this devilish grin, with all of his natural penis resting firmly against my walls, just docked inside me.   It almost felt as if he grew since the last time we played, or perhaps I just "sealed up" from the break we had in between.  His curve made my hole shiver, and he would reach up to my chest, and lightly twist my nipples to spice things up even more. He giggled, as he was amused by my facial and verbal reactions, and calling me a "dirty trick," and a whore.

"You sumbitch," I said before I started giggling, as his words turned me on.

He would pull out suddenly while biting his bottom lip, and causing my hole to violently twitch. He plugged it again and I screamed, not in pain, but in ecstasy as he hammered it directly on my spot, reminding me just how much I missed his cock.

"Guess I still got it, huh," he asked.

I couldn't respond as he began the rhythm of going in and out, starting off shallow, letting that tip mush against my prostate to instantly cause me to cream.  His back and forth movements were heavenly, that knub of his going in, and coming out completely in almost slow motion.  I was embarrassed by all the moaning I exhibited, and me grabbing his strong arms for I felt like I was going to jump out of my skin.  Adrian fucked not only my cunt, but my mind, body and soul as he aimlessly made me feel special, almost as if I was top tier compared to Melanie.

"Can't believe how wet you get," he whispered as he went deeper, still maintaining the back and forth strokes, but hitting yet another gear.

He punched in the right way as he penetrated harder, but not for the sake of force, but to angle throughout my hole as it shifted on his shaft.  He covered my mouth as I was so vocal and he didn't want to cum too soon.

"Been too long, baby," he said to me as he removed his hand, and would instead begin to stroke my cock with the same hand.

"Oh man. Now you're gonna make me cum," I told him in trying to make him stop.

"Oh really? Well, let's see you cum, too," he said as he pounded me harder, and rubbed me faster as I felt like we were on the home stretch.

"But I don't wanna cum yet, Adrian," I cried out as that dick, and him stroking mine felt wonderful.

That dick carved deeper than what I remembered and it felt like his cock head was pulling at my walls. I couldn't stop the moaning and breathing hard as Adrian just seemed to have my number when fucking me.

"Go ahead and bust that nut," he said while jamming away.

My ankles were at his shoulders for he was that deep, and I would feel his balls slapping against my hole as he plowed away.  He kept beating my cock while reaching down to tongue kiss, as his pounding turned into grinding. I aas wondering how this man, with all this dick was able to explore my hole and find what seemed like "new spots" within me, as he pushed that dick at yet another angle and had me exerting happy tears. We stopped kissing, and he raised up to focus on stroking and fucking as he reverted to pounding me.

"I'm getting close, honey," I whimpered.

"Good, let's cum together," he asked.

He was grinding side to side in my hole, then tapping me again before he started shaking, and would grunt and wince as he would spill his seed deep into my hole.  I, too, would cum upon feeling his hot baby wax shoot at my prostate, triggering me to scream as my cum shot across my chest and belly. This would be the most intense climax I'd ever dreamed of, and when I finished, he wiped my belly clean and fed me with my own spunk.

"I guess I need to go on travel more often," I said before we both started laughing.

He would lay to the side after, and I turned to him, as we didn't say a word, just looking at each other.  We both knew we were wrong as a feeling of guilt passed us both, but we couldn't turn this off, for we were at a minimum, sexually compatible in such a way that was inexplicable.   I couldn't account for the feelings that grew for my son-in-law, once again a shocker considering how things started between us.  We'd end up falling in sleep in bed, with him spooning me when his phone went off.

It was Melanie.

I handed him the phone and had to get out of the bed and head elsewhere, for the guilt reared its head again.  They chatted for a bit on speaker, and I would hear Melanie state that he "sounded different."

"You okay," she asked.

"I'm fine, babe....just........just missing you," he said.

They'd hang up and I shook my head, knowing that he missed my daughter, but that he also found a sexual fill in her absence.  She certainly couldn't know about this, and things had to "remain normal" while we all lived under the same roof.

All in all, I was hooked, and not looking to unhook any time soon.