Chapter One
"Daddy, we'll be a little late, but we are on the way," my youngest daughter, Lindsay, all of nineteen years of age and getting ready for her sophomore year in a decent state university, warned me regarding the annual family reunion.
"Okay, sweetie, just let us know when you're closer, so we can make sure to set a place for y'all at the table, depending on which meal it is. I mean, hell, if it's going to be dessert or movie snack time first, definitely give us fair warning of that, so we can plan for it! I mean, you know how your mother is about that kind of thing. She wants to do you justice, well, you and your new boyfriend, what's his name again?" I half-teased, half-reminded "Linds," as we called her at times.
"It won't be that late, Daddy, and his name is Michael, but everyone calls him 'Mickey.' Don't ask me why. He told me that everyone has always called him that and he's just never had a say in the matter. He's used to it by now and seems happy enough to be called it. He's a senior this coming term, so there is a little age gap, but that also means that he can legally drink in this state, which helps at times. Besides, you know me and older guys, right? They're my Kryptonite, Daddy. Especially when they know how to score some fantastic weed," Linds hinted at a possible benefit to the whole family from Mickey's connections to pot dealers and such.
"That's always a plus in this family, you know that, princess. Nothing wrong with a few shots of the best bourbon, several bottles of a craft brew, and a nice bong hit or joint passed around from a fine dime or quarter bag. They go great with some pizza, fish and chips, or Polish sausage. As for the older guys, I'm almost surprised that you didn't bring home a professor or dean!" I teased Linds a little more, knowing her love for older men.
"Maybe next time I will!" Linds teased me back as she hung up, "Love you, Daddy."
"Love you, too, pumpkin," I told her, just before hearing my wife clear her throat.
"So, is this the year that you're gonna do it?" Jessica licked her soft, sweet lips and winked at me as she inquired about our fantasy.
"Do what, dear? I haven't the foggiest notion of what you mean," I winked back at my wife as I feigned ignorance.
"You know very well what I mean. Linds is sexually active, has been for quite some time. She has a boyfriend and she badly wants to cheat on him with you. It's the whole thrill of the secret, forbidden love affair. Trust me, she's been ready for some Daddy dick for a good while now. I, for one, am ready to go as far as it takes to distract the guy while you plow our daughter's front and back fields. I'll tease him, give him an accidental kiss to stir him up a bit, fondle him, bend over in front of him, sit on his lap, even fuck and suck him if necessary, though I can't promise to like the guy.
"She tends to find these guys that she wants to cheat on, I know it for a fact. Designated cuckolds, I call them, guys that she doesn't mind cheating on at all. It amuses her to get them all hot and bothered while screwing around on them. Sometimes, they're married, some may have other girlfriends, they're often at least a little older, as you said, and whatever happens with them, she'll bounce back pretty fast.
"Cool, fun guys, good in bed, sometimes even exciting, but she mostly wants them to hump her when she's not with other dudes or even babes. She enjoys cheating on them most of all, not because she dislikes them, just because she can and she likes the extra kick of sneaking around," Jessica told me with a deep tongue kiss, her hands feeling me up.
"Watch out, he's bouncing back, you know," I cautioned the missus with a devilish smile.
"And showing signs of life just half an hour after boning my sister. Impressive, sir. I think that I know of at least one reason why she's cheated on Dickie so long, so often with you, with my husband. Stamina, quick recovery, the way that your body neglected to give you a normal male refractory period. A porn stud's ease of coming back and balling us both with a vengeance!
"Not to mention the thick cock...a nice, fat dick that's meant to stretch a slut and make her know that you've been pounding her, make her sore and cause her to walk funny. Miriam needs it, so do I, so don't you dare break it off with her, mister. Ever! My sister needs the D just like me. Dickie barely whets her appetite, comes in seconds, asks her if she's fine, she lies to him to get him off her or out from under her, and she rushes to your bed to get her satisfaction.
"That's why Miriam and I wanted Dickie to move into the family home instead of keeping a different household. Well, that and the fact that you can be around your nieces and nephews who might really be sons and daughters. I just love knowing that you've got the horns so firmly planted on him that he'd need surgery to remove them from his head. I never liked him, though I've grudge-fucked him now and then, at least partly to lull him into complacency, but also to divert him when he might catch you two together.
"See? I'm still the perfect wife for you, quite eager to distract any man when you want to screw his wife or girlfriend. Hell, if Junior or Jesse ever married and you wanted to hump his wife, I'd ride him in a heartbeat! I know what this family is like. We don't talk about it, but I love that I married into such a damn close family. I know that you fuck Monica whenever you or she drop by or it's a reunion and you both want to share that special sibling bond," my wife declared openly some things that we both already knew.
"So, then, you know that Adam, Eve, and Lilith could be mine, right? I could have bred my sister thrice now, though it's never been tested. Their fathers could be also be some of those various boyfriends," I told Jessie, which just made my wife laugh.
"Honey, I'd be somewhat disappointed if they're not yours, as I love the idea of you knocking women up! Including Linds someday, I hope," Jessie ran her tongue across her lips to show that she meant business about her voyeuristic desire to know that I'd impregnated other women.
I began easing down her pajama bottoms to expose her white cotton panties that contrasted well with her tanned flesh. Jessica shivered more than a little as she felt me slide those undies down, too, baring her sweet ass to my hands. She moved her neck to turn her head just a little and steal a kiss while I eased into her juicy twat. I began aggressively humping my lovely bride of twenty years, my thrusts in and out of her sweet snatch only slowed down by the desire to do her justice. This was my beloved wife, after all, mother of at least some of my children. I wanted to always do the right thing by her.
"Oh, damn, honey, so...fucking deep!" Jessie exclaimed as I pushed in and out of my sultry wife.
"Well, what else would it be, babe? I'm not exactly small down there, you know. In twenty years, I'd think that you'd realize that," I teased Jessie a little as we screwed frantically, waiting for some company to arrive.
"Trust me, babe, I know that!" Jessie snickered, taking me as far inside herself as imaginable, he whole body responding as she creamed herself while I bottomed out in her twat from behind.
"Damn, lover, I'm gonna cum soon, just warning you!" I cautioned Jessie, who then rushed to make it happen, giggling the whole time.
I spent myself for probably the millionth time in my life inside Jessica, my saucy bride of two decades, mother of my known children, even as the doorbell rang. She didn't even hesitate to answer the door, not caring that it could be any of our kith and kin. Then again, our relatives all knew that the spice had never left our marriage, that we were still prone to fucking like bunnies, so the sight of my half-naked, freshly fucked wife smelling of my cum shouldn't exactly surprise anyone who knew us. Newcomers needed to know that as we hosted this reunion, it would be on our terms, anyway.
"Damn, Jess, there's no question of what you've been doing, is there?" Tina, one of my other sisters, now teased Jessie about her obvious signs of having been fucked just before she answered the door.
"Nope. Well, you know me and what I'm like by now, don't you?" Jessie teased her back, just as Tina's husband, Jake, walked inside the house.
"Oh, that I do," Tina snickered a bit at that comment, being very familiar with Jessie's wanton nature.
"Me, too. And I know Tina as well. There's a reason that these things are adults only, isn't that so? After twenty years of marriage, I should know what Tina loves...and who she loves. We've been married about as long as the two of you, haven't we? It's cool. I know what I am. I know what Tina is. It took me a little while to understand the truth, to accept the facts, but I'm cool with it now. I like to fish, hunt, golf, ski, and do other outdoors things. I'm a jock and a redneck and I like athletic stuff. Tina's a slut and loves to get boned and good!" Jake chuckled as he slapped my sister on the butt, making that MILF blush and punch him softly in feigned chagrin.
It was interesting that Jake didn't specify by whom Tina liked to get rogered, showing that he was clever enough to leave the extent of his knowledge vague and mysterious. It was also revealing that Tina neither denied nor objected in principle to the label of "slut" given to her by her husband and the presumed father of her children. She had three: Frederick, Lou, and Salome, two sons and a daughter. Given how often I fucked Tina, it was quite possible that at least one of them, maybe more, were actually mine.
