My wife being a bit of a whore turned out to be a gift. Lots of guys don't like wives fucking around on them, but Judith kept it discreet. I never once caught her in the act and never accused her of being unfaithful. If I were to guess how many times during our marriage she has cheated I'd guess at least fifty, probably twice that. There were dozens of times when she couldn't account for where she had been when I knew where she wasn't. And, there were some cream pies she just didn't get a chance to clean. Judith wasn't the kind to go any way other but bareback and some guys completely loaded her up.
I learned later from her father and some friends and family that Judith's mother was a master whore. She made no effort to hide that she would fuck anybody at any time. There was a black man that she would sneak away and fuck on her way to church that was rumored to be the father of Judith's little sister.
I started fucking Judith a couple of years before she divorced her second husband. The occasions of slipping away for her to fuck someone had gotten to him. Judith's a good-looking woman. Finding someone to fuck her was easy. All she needed was a time and a place. All I needed was enough stupidity to think that I was the only one she was fucking when I was fucking her. And, I was stupid enough to leave my first wife and marry her while letting her play the innocent maligned wife.
But, there was a reason for that. Once I had caught her too gooey or a little stretched from her daily activities it gave me the green light for some strange stuff myself. Not that I could match Judith on sexual activity. After all, women have the golden box, the magic triangle. That sweet hole that can get them fucked giving just a hint of a smile and sparkle in the eye.
My reward was that in later years a little bit of the whore gene, the loving of sex part, was passed down to her daughter.
Before the light goes on in your head that says, Hey, wait a minute. This is an incest story. This is a step-daughter story. I'm not fucking my kid.
Jennifer was just turning nine when her mom and I got married. I had been fucking her mom for two years, both before and after Jen's mom and dad divorced. I met her Dad several times as I always held back that inner smirk I'd get from looking at him and thinking, "Hey, I've been fucking your wife." Later on, when it was happening to me with dozens of others I went along with it. After all, I was married to the golden box.
One of Judith's passions was politics. She attended meetings, and rallies, and helped campaign for anyone who was a Democrat. Whether the man was local, state, or Congress if Judith met them she fucked them. That would leave me home a lot with both kids. Her son Thomas was the oldest. He was a pretty good kid and no trouble.
Little Jen was a real treat and was even closer to me than a real daughter.
At fourteen she had more of a figure than most grown women. I did the bra check in the laundry and found that her protruding knockers were at size 32 C-Cup and her ass was as round as an ass could be. Jennifer was really sweet and overly modest to the point of being almost prudish. She'd hang with the girls and talk to the boys, but never mentioned wanting to date. That is in complete contrast to most 14-year-old cock-crazy girls and Jennifer's "Fuck anyone interested" mother.
Reaching age sixteen Jennifer didn't have that rush to date. Her body had moved up to a 36 C-Cup bra and I'd had a couple of glances and down blouse views that showed that those boobies we still straight out pointing and puffy nipple banana tits. Still, all this time we were in that father/daughter relationship.
Eighteen sure got there fast. Jennifer had done the cheerleading, prom queen court thing. She didn't date much with just three boyfriends, one of them semi-serious with a guy I didn't like named Kenny. All this time her mom was fucking other guys on an even more regular basis. I don't think there was any mystery to Judith's daughter Jennifer, son Thomas, and myself that Momma was getting a lot of cock under the guise of her work for the Democrat party.
Turning eighteen was a big deal. Where Jennifer's parents lived when she started school a student had to be of age to attend before September 30th. With her birthday in early October, she was older than most of her Senior class being eighteen early. She was studying hard to be on the Honor Roll and was not dating. Time out with friends was mostly with girls with boys trying to horn in and constantly around our house trying to get her to go out which was mostly checking out a fantastic body. The boobs were still 36 C-Cup and majestically stood out like rockets ready to launch.
Her mom and I had planned a nice dinner out for her turning eighteen, a fancy upscale steak dinner. When the night came on her eighteenth birthday at the very last second her mom announced that she had to go to take care of an emergency for the Democrats. She suggested that Jennifer and I go ahead and that she would join us for dessert.
"Sorry, Honey," I told her. "Mom's got to go to headquarters for a while."
Jennifer didn't seem too upset. Not even surprised that her mom would do that to her.
"It's not an emergency." She spoke evenly. "It's that guy running for Congress that she is hanging on. The only dessert she is going to show up for is having that guy's cock shoved up in her cunt."
"Jennifer Lynn!"
"Dad... I know you aren't my real Dad, but with Thomas married and a hundred miles away you are all I've got. Mom has run after men's dicks since before I was born. I know you have to know it and I don't know how you stand it. Sometimes I think you hang around to see me get through school and now I'm eighteen and being alone scares me."
"I'm always here for you. Even if you go away you can always come home."
"What if Mom bails? Can I stay?"
"Why? What have you heard?"
"Well nothing, but she's acting now with that Congress candidate about like she was when she left Dad for you."
"Let's go eat. We can talk about this later, Sweetheart."
"I'll be right back." She went to her room.
Waiting at the door I was stunned when Jen returned. She had taken off her bra and those 36 C-Cups we pointing straight out with just a little bit of bounce. A hint of nipples were visible pressing against her blouse Her skirt above the knees showed off her calves in heels.
"Gosh Honey, you look great!"
It was almost a stammer. We both knew what I meant.
"My first night out on a date as an eighteen-year-old. I'm not anyone's little girl anymore."
"A date?" My voice gave a hint of a laugh
"Yes. Me... you. Man... woman. Going out together. I'd call it a date. Wouldn't you?"
I was all in. I rushed to open the car door for her in the garage. I had no idea that the skirt was that short. I saw a lot of thigh as one leg trailed leaving a view almost to her panties as she settled into the seat. Then as I started around the car I realized that I had seen far enough up her skirt that I should have seen panties. The darkness must have been her naked bush! I kind of missed a step in front of the car. When I got in and closed the door Jen laughed.
"You almost fell. I thought I might have to rescue you. What happened?"
"Oh, I thought I might have seen something there for a moment."
"Maybe you did."
The tone seemed ominous. Was this little girl I had been raising for the last ten years suddenly flirting with me? I thought hard before I started the car. Pussy! She had to have flashed me her pussy. And, the tits! There was no doubt they were swinging free and on display under her shirt for me to see. She had always been modest almost to being a prude about her body and anything sexual. Would Jen allow herself to go into a restaurant with me without and bra, and less detectible, nothing on below?
I asked for a table for two. As we started to be seated Jennifer surprised me with her statement.
"It's our first anniversary. Maybe something a little closer to the back."
"Sure. Would a booth be okay?"
As we walked I could see a couple of guys faces as they locked in on Jen's jiggling chest. As she followed the hostess I followed behind her. I could see a built-in wiggle that I had never seen on her before. Maybe now I was the one staring. I was imagining her naked cunt working under her skirt due to her total lack of underwear. Step-daughter or not, I was the proudest man in the place as we continued to draw attention.
