Beams of white light stretched in through the large picture windows of the cottage as the morning sun rose slowly over the lake. Everything was radiant as I shuffled my way down the hall and through the family room that, shrouded in the darkness of the previous night, had been a lurid playground for my wife and her father. The smell of fresh brewed coffee lingered in the air. I followed it, half asleep, into the kitchen.
Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I took in a sharp breath as my feet touched the cold tile. An out-of-place sound filled my ears. It was rhythmic and wet...slurpy. I slowly lowered my hand from my eyes and raised my head. Amy's dad, Don, had his back to me. He stood before the kitchen sink, legs a should width apart, with his boxer shorts bunched up around his ankles. His ass was clinched and his head was thrown back. Between Don and the sink, on her knees, was Nancy, Amy's mother. She was quietly moaning, working her mouth and hand down the full length of her husband's shaft. Only a few hours earlier I had seen Don's cock sliding in and out of his daughter's pussy.
Maybe my presence was sensed, or maybe they heard my reaction to the cold tile, but Don's head swiveled over his shoulder quickly as I entered the kitchen. "Whoa," he exclaimed backing out of Nancy's mouth.
All she managed was a shrill, "Ooo!"
Don had been blocking my view before, but as he moved away I could see that Nancy's robe was open. Her left breast was exposed. Her nipple was pink and hard just like Amy's got when she was excited. Unlike Amy, who was clean shaven, Nancy had a small tuft of pubic hair between her legs. She was slender. Her long silver hair was pulled tight behind her head. It was also plain to see were Amy got her long gorgeous legs.
Don and Amy were cloaked in shadow when I spied them the night before. In the full light of dawn, I caught my first full glimpse of Don. He was hard, long, and thick. It was easy to see why Amy enjoyed him so much. He must have been close because he was twitching as he turned. His tip and shaft were dripping with Nancy's saliva. I almost felt bad for interrupting.
"Oh my God! I am so sorry," I apologized as I quickly turned away. If I saw them then they definitely saw me. And, if they did, they both knew that seeing her with her mouth wrapped around him had really turned me on.
"Its alright...its alight," Don offered as I heard Nancy gathering herself up off of the floor. "Didn't know anyone would be up this early is all."
"Sorry," Nancy chimed in as her voice trailed out of the kitchen and up the stairs.
Don followed closely behind, "We'll, uh, be down in a second to make breakfast. Make yourself comfortable and enjoy some coffee."
I buried my face in my hands again. Before I could turn to make my way back to the bedroom, I felt a hand smack my ass. "Hey!"
"Shit!", I jumped. It was Amy.
"Good morning?" she intoned.
"Ah fuck," I exasperated.
"You ok? Whats going on?" she asked sounding concerned, but raising and eyebrow as she looked at the bulge in my pants.
Pointing over my shoulder, I began trying to explain, "I just...well, I was..." It was futile. "Never mind."
"Oooookay," she dismissed. "Want some coffee?"
"Uh, sure," I said.
Later that day, Amy's parents took us out on their boat. The fresh air was a welcome distraction to the war that was waging within. In less than 24-hours I had witnessed my wife fucking her own father and then her mother sucking him clean in the kitchen. I was caught between feeling like I should run for the hills and being more aroused than I had ever been in my life. As titillating as it was, I also felt terrible. What kind of person gets off by watching his wife fuck her own father? What kind of husband has lustful thoughts about his wife's mother?
The thoughts were inescapable and unrelenting. On the boat, I watched Amy sit in her dad's lap asking to steer. I imagined her kissing him over her shoulder while he pulls her bikini bottoms to the side before plunging his cock into her again. I would have to purposefully look away to keep from gawking, but every time I did I would see Nancy. She was sitting in the back of the boat, reading a book as it skipped across the water. She sat with her legs spread. I couldn't help but stare at the subtle crease between her legs. I was imagining her pussy...what it looked like...what it tasted like...what it felt like. More than once she caught me looking at her inappropriately.
By the time we came off the lake I felt like I was going to burst. I wanted to take Amy inside and fuck her brains out. I needed release. Everyone seemed to be getting action on this vacation but me. I was feeling drunk with passion. Before I could sneak away with her, however, Amy's mom asked for my help tying up and unloading the boat.
Amy and her dad walked up the stone path from the dock into the house. Amy whispered something into his ear before they disappeared out of view. Playing the good guest be damned, I was going to put a stop to this.
"I'm sorry, Nancy. I've got to run to the restroom. I'll be out to help finish in a minute," excusing myself as we finished tying off the boat.
I jogged up the path with an urgency that could have belied the fact that I really had to go, but that was actually driven by my hope to catch Amy and her father at it once again. I was not disappointed.
Bursting into the cottage, Amy and her dad were nowhere to be seen. Light footed, I checked our room and then Don and Nancy's. Just then, I heard the washing machine start. Carefully, I found my way to the laundry room. The door was left slightly ajar.
Peeking through I felt vindicated. There they were. I knew it! I was just about to shove the door open with an open palm, knowing that the smacking sound would startle them both. Before I could, I felt delicate fingers intertwine with my own. Looking down, I saw Nancy's hand. Running my eyes up then length of her arm, I drank in the sight of her fair skin while feeling the softness of her touch. She, however, was not looking at me. She was peering through the crack in the door at her daughter and her husband.
I turned to see what she was looking at having almost forgotten what I had just seen with my own eyes seconds earlier. Amy was bent slightly over the washing machine. She was standing on her tip toes with legs parted. Every muscle in her legs rippled as her ass quivered. Shoved down the back side of her bikini was Don's right hand. His left groped at his daughter's breasts, and he was delicately kissing her shoulder.
I could tell his fingers were already inside of her by the way that his hand was moving. Amy's knees bent slightly more as she threw her head full of long dark curly hair back. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the edges of the washing machine tightly. She was cumming and her swimsuit could not contain her. She began to drip and then splash onto the floor.
Don withdrew his fingers, moved behind her and then pulled her bikini bottoms down as he kneeled. Taking her ass cheeks into the palms of his hands, he spread them wide. Kissing first her lower back, he began to work down with his tongue until his whole face was buried in the gap he had created. He lapped and moaned. Amy loved having her ass licked. Her dad was plunging his tongue into her deep. She took her right hand off of the washing machine and began rubbing her clit violently.
Nancy's hand gripped mine tightly. She was breathing heavy. My erection was impossible to ignore through my swim shorts. Her eyes darted between it and the scene that was playing out before us.
"Nancy, you know about this?" I whispered. I couldn't believe it.
She looked at me with comforting eyes. "Come help me finish cleaning out the boat. I think there are somethings you need to understand."
