My daughter Molly was a mini version of her mom, dark, sultry features, nicely shaped stunner like my wife, Catherine. She was about to turn 19 and asked if two of her friends could stay over after a pre-celebratory meal. I didn't get involved and my wife agreed.
Catherine in her pink silk pajamas and I had a few drinks, watching a movie while waiting for Molly and her two friends to arrive. Her partly open button up top showed her cleavage off perfectly, and she'd just had her nails done a sparkly blue. With her hand on my leg and bulge I gazed her feet framed by her pink PJs. I loved to shoot my creamy cum over those cute toes as often as I could.
"Who is staying over?" I asked.
"Ava and Molly's new friend Jamie."
Being stupid or old fashioned I didn't realise one of Molly's friends Jamie was a man. My wife, explained, "they're like that, nothing in it, boys and girls mates," etc. I wasn't completely comfortable with the situation, and my cock deflated. Due to the dynamics I decided to pullout the cream sofa bed in the lounge for the two friends to sleep in. Then Molly could sleep in her own room, or on one of the chairs if she was desperate to stay with them and chat.
When they arrived on opening the door Molly's friend Ava gave me kiss me on the cheek. I have to admit I had a soft spot for her and my cock stirred a little. She'd grown into a fine young woman, sandy blonde shoulder length hair, toned and very pretty. She wore a tight fitting black bust and short silver skirt with strappy matching heels. A young guy with pompadour dark hair, clean shaven, wore white shirt and jeans, said hello and introduced himself as Jamie, and followed them in. He seemed a little camp, but confident, most young guys were these days. Molly had on a shimmering short pink dress and designer trainers.
Thankfully they were all pretty sober and I left it to Cath to get them settled. Time was getting on, so tired I said good night, and my wife said she'd follow me up to bed shortly. Not long after Molly and Ava came the stairs to change. As I went to the toilet with her door ajar I could see that Molly had got changed into her PJs, stylishly childish fluffy white unicorned themed. Then coming back from the toliet, I spotted Ava's discarded shoes and could see Ava in her black bra and panties putting on one of Molly's lilac night shirts. It came down to her thighs, but not as far as her knees. I hoped she hadn't seen me gawping at her perfect shape and red pedicured toes as I went past.
I got into bed and with a semi-hard-on, I played with my cock a little thinking about young 18 year-old Ava sitting on my old prick and her strappy silver shoes, that I'd shot my load over when she'd stayed in the past.
I thought the girls had gone back down stairs, hearing my wife talking, cupboards and cans opening and sounds of clinking glasses. Drifting in and out of sleep, I nodded off and when I awoke (there was no sign of my wife) I checked the time again - it was 1am! I could still her my wife talking, and thought, why doesn't she leave the three of them alone and come to bed.
Annoyed in my boxer shorts (hoping to give Ava a look at my average physique) I walked slowly down the stairs, I could make out my wife's voice, "That's it, good boy, a little slower," she husked, and through the crack of the door, I could see her on all fours on the sprung sofa bed, her round ass hanging out of her pj bottoms, with this young prick Jamie on his knees, jeans bunched around his carves and shins fucking my wife from behind!
I saw red and was about to beat the shit out of this punk. But only in my shorts I hesitated. I got hard seeing her getting fucked hearing my dirty, slutty, disrespectful wife of 20 faithful years getting screwed by a pretty boy. I took stock, and after a while I let out a fake loud cough, and they abruptly stopped, adjusting themselves, pulling up their bottoms pretending to watch TV.
"What the fuck are you doing Cath?" I seethed in the doorway, eyes blazing the sweating young man, with white shirt buttons open showing his smooth chest.
"Nothing just watching TV, " she said flustered.
"I thought you were talking to the girls? You said you'd be coming to bed... it's now after one!" I said in a controlled raged.
"Oh I didn't realise the time." She said getting off the bed, a damp patch in her crotch area, her cleavage bouncing the pyjama shirt as she walked towards the door way.
