Eric Walker was driving home, he had had a quite satisfying Saturday, and it would have extended right through the night as it had it been intended. But it had been cut short because of stomach cramps would you believe, not him, but the young beauty he had been in bed with for most of the day. He had intended to stay all night, but being with a sick woman wasn't his idea of fun. Though neither he, nor she, was to know, that the stomach cramps were the onset of the pregnancy she was in.
The young beauty was the younger sister of his wife, her husband was working away somewhere, and he had gone over to keep her company. His wife knew of his whereabouts, and in fact condoned it. They had an open marriage and having different sexual partners wasn't a problem to them. The only stipulation had been honesty, no secret trysts and the like.
Mona was his second wife, his first had been tragically killed in a driving accident fifteen years ago caused by a drunk driver, he himself had been injured but not seriously. It had been Mona, he second wife, who had got him onto an open, some would say swinger's life. He had actually found it stimulating to have other women, and to recount his exploits with Mona, as she recounted hers to him.
Mona had been the one to get her sister interested in extra marital sex with Eric, after talking like close sisters do. She had told Mona of her husband's lack of virility in bed, his sex drive was low. And that her marriage was in danger, whether she loved him or not. Mona knowing what a rabid sex animal her own husband was, offered his services, on a trial basis if she wanted to. Caroline, her sister, after long talks finally agreed, and now Eric was a regular lover to her.
Caroline her sister, was as sexy as they came, a real wildcat in bed, an astonishing beauty, small, auburn haired, and perfect bodied. It was in stark contrast to her elder sister, who was a 5ft 9", auburn haired, statuesque voluptuous lovely. She was ten years younger than he was, Eric was 43, Mona was 33, Caroline was 27, Eric was fit as they came, very good looking, athletic, and with a magnetic appeal to most women.
This was what had attracted her to him in the first place. And there was one thing that he liked about Caroline above all others, it was her love of talking to her husband on the phone, while happily sucking him off. It thrilled her greatly to know he was talking, and she was sucking. It always spurred her on to finish him.
So Mona had snared him, and Eric found happiness once more, both were independently wealthy in their own right. Hers from her parents giant business. He was wealthy from sound investments from money bequeathed him from an Aunt, and a very handsome payout from the insurance company when his wife had been killed. Now they lived in a very exclusive estate of seven houses, it was in a leafy part of town. It was a cul de sac, 3 large separate houses on each side, while theirs, which was the biggest, and was set in 5 acres at the end of the grove, and facing right up it.
He had told Caroline not to call her sister and tell her he was on his way home, the reason? It was because, he had said, "I might not get there." Caroline had known what he was talking about, and agreed not to call her, laughing, and saying he was a lecherous dog! Now as he turned into the grove he immediately saw a car on their drive, a car that should not have been there without his knowledge. Unless of course something was seriously amiss, but, he thought, if that was the case I should have had a phone call about it.
Now he was suspicious, it was in his nature to be so, he wondered why it was there, what could be the reason? He thought long and hard, he almost called Mona to say he would be home in thirty minutes and see what happened. Instead he made another call. "Hello Kelly, it's Eric, Is Liam there please Kelly?" he asked.
"No he gone to see Aunty Gemma," she replied, "she's ill or something."
"Will he be long?"
"He called me an hour ago, and said he was staying the night, and he would call me in the morning."
"Okay no problem, I'll catch you later, bye" Now he knew something was awry. He decided to take a few photos of the car in his drive on his phone, making sure the date and time was right. He was formulating a plan of his own, one he was 99% certain would succeed.
He left his car and walked down the grove, up the drive and to the back door, there were no lights on in the house except for their own rear facing master bedroom. He unlocked the door with his key and entered into the darkness, he wanted to pee, he was kind of excited. He did so quietly in the downstairs loo.
He made his way upstairs, he could hear noises, and he knew it wasn't the TV. Stopping here and there to listen, he knew those noises. He had heard them countless times, and he had seen the action many many times too. Mona, his wife was having riotous sex. The door to the bedroom wasn't shut but slightly ajar, he gently moved it a few inches and peered through the crack.
He couldn't have said he was surprised because he already knew what was going on, but he just had to see for himself. There on the bed in full view, was his gorgeous 33 year old wife, her athleticism knew no bounds. She was naked, on her back, her full tits flattened and wobbling about, her feet high over head, her long legs spread. Her hands holding the headboard, "how many times have I seen that," he thought, "what a wonderful sight!"
It wasn't the fact that she was being thoroughly fucked, but that he hadn't known. She hadn't told him, it must have been arranged, he told himself, because she knew where he would be, bound up in her sisters arms while he screwed the night away with her. It was obvious he wasn't supposed to know either. Holding his phone to the crack in the door, he snapped three pictures, and a short video, he daren't do any more in case they heard it in between the gasping and the bed squeaking.
He left them to it, and hurried away, in his car he pondered his next move. And he checked the photos, one wasn't any good, it was too blurred, but the other two, and the video caught them perfectly. "Mona would be proud of them, perfect" he thought sardonically, "if perfect is the right term," he thought. Her face was a mask of pure pleasure as the man's cock thundered in and out, his body muscles were tensed as he drove at her.
"Kelly, I need to see you, can I come round?" he said, he was already halfway there.
"Yes Eric of course, what's wrong?"
"I'll tell you in ten minutes okay?" and he put the phone down. He had lusted after her from the moment he had met her, but because of who she was, he hadn't pursued her, or it. But now all bets were off, he was going after her. She knew of course that he was a lusty man. He had told her a few times that if she wasn't who she was, he would have chased her to the ends of the earth, seduced her, and taken her to bed. And Kelly had picked up a few tid bits in his, and Mona's company, to know he was a prime sexual beast.
Kelly had laughed, and joining in with him had said playfully, or not, he wasn't sure. "And I can assure you that if we weren't who we were, I would definitely chase you as well!" He had nearly been shocked by her answer, but it had stayed in his mind too, now he was intending to find out if she was 'game for a laugh or not?'
Kelly was the wife, of the man screwing his wife in his own bed. And the man screwing his wife, was his own son! Kelly was his son's one year old wife, a relatively new bride. She was of eastern origins from long ago, she was absolutely gorgeous in a soft feline way, with long flowing jet black hair. Eric had never made an effort with her because she was his son's wife, but now it was different. Eric Walker was in hunting mode, his predatory instincts were on full alert, and he was going after his son's wife, his daughter in law.
"After all," he said to himself in the car he was driving, "he's gone after mine, and succeeded admirably!" he thought ruefully. He tried to think back, why he hadn't seen any signs, "this can't have been the first time, that's impossible." But try as he might he couldn't. He arrived at his son's home, then made a call before he went in.
"Hi Mona, how are you?" he asked.
"Hi baby, I'm good thanks," she sounded a little breathless he smiled. "Is Caroline in good form Eric?"
"Couldn't be better," he told her, "What are you up to Mona?"
