Family Ties Pt 03 2

Chapter Nine

"You know, he still hasn't shot his load," said Julia, with a sangfroid that might not be expected in a wife in such circumstances.

"Who knows what went on downstairs before they retired to the bedroom," said Collin.

"But you're onto something," he added. "For someone who you say has been desperate to get into Imelda's pants, he's been remarkably restrained."

"Not all men are like you," Julia laughed. "One flutter of her eyes (or was it her ass?) was all you needed to fuck your daughter-in-law!"

"Well, that was different. She'd been fucking my wife!"

"All this talk is making me horny," said Julia. "How about you take care of my special needs?"

Collin would never forget the first time Julia had asked him to fuck her in the ass. He'd never even thought about doing it with Imelda (she had always seemed too prudish to even brook the subject with!), so when Julia first suggested it he wondered if it was a test. Was he meant to politely decline? Would that show that he was a sensitive man who thought about the woman's needs as well as his own?

But Julia was absolutely in earnest. Tom wouldn't so much as kiss her ass cheeks, let alone lick her asshole, so she had given up on the idea as far as

he

was concerned. Collin took one more look at the screen, which showed Tom lying on the bed under Imelda, his cock still rampant and his head buried between her legs. Imelda had lowered herself a little so that he could gain better access to her cunt. Judging by the sounds that were coming from Imelda, the access Tom had gained was plenty good enough for Collin's wife.

Having nudged Julia and told her to check out her husband's latest maneuver, he proceeded to plant kisses on Julia's ass cheeks, using his teeth in a way he'd never done before. Julia could tell how turned on he was at the sight of his wife with another man.

"To hell with it!" she told herself. "I'm pretty darned turned on myself."

To a soundtrack of slurping noises and female moans, Collin moved to Julia's pretty anus, which always reminded him of a rosebud. He genuinely enjoyed using his tongue on it, as she liked, but nothing could compare to the feelings that overwhelmed him when he stuck his penis inside her. This evening, what with the sensory overload he was experiencing, he fancied it wouldn't be long before he was driving his tool into her tight back passage.

Tom was obviously excelling himself in the cunnilingus department, as Imelda started to cry out in the way he was familiar with, even if he couldn't recall the last time she had been so vocal at his hands - or tongue. Her orgasm seemed to go on forever - so long in fact that Collin was convinced she was faking it.

Julia, however, knew better. The new Imelda was a very sensuous woman. She would take her pleasure wherever she could find it. Hadn't she suggested to her sister that she took Dan's portraits because she knew her son was still a virgin and couldn't think of anyone better qualified to break him in? There was no way that she was going to let him get to college before he had experienced love with a woman. She'd overheard her sister tell Dan that he must remember to bring his Speedos, as well as his football gear, when he came over for the photography session. His portfolio needed to highlight his prowess as an athlete as well as his status as a scholar.

That nearly made Julia give away her presence with a laugh, "scholar" not being the word anyone would associate with her son. Julia was literally cupping her ears in the hall to hear how her son would respond to his aunt's instructions. The innocent way he stammered "M-my S-speedos?!" was just so cute. Julia cold only imagine the effect it would be having on her sister.

While Collin was rimming Julia's asshole with all the gusto he could muster, Tom - his penis still flagrantly erect - was busy kissing Imelda. Kissing her so passionately that his tongue must have been on speaking terms with her tonsils. At the same time, his hands were busy with her breasts, cupping them one minutes, squeezing them the next, then pinching her nipples until they stood out like miniature kegs of ale.

Collin understood that all of this ardour was typical of first-time sex, especially of the forbidden kind, but still he had to wonder if

he

had

ever

been this hot for Julia. Whatever the whys and wherefores, he knew he had to up his game if he was going to satisfy his sister-in-law. She had a kind of cerebral approach to sex (she even use the word coitus) and she would know if his mind wasn't on the job. Part of him wanted to turn the computer off, so he could focus better with no distractions, but he knew that Julia wouldn't want that. She was fascinated with the way Tom was, as she put it, "blossoming" under her sister's tutelage. Sometimes she had a way of being dispassionate to the point of coldness, Collin reckoned.

Collin had just finished rimming Julia's anus and was on the point of probing that opening with his penis when Julia gave a sudden scream, a scream which was swiftly followed by a fit of giggles. Collin's first reaction was to think he had done something wrong, but then he saw that Julia had her head turned in the direction of the screen.

"Well, you could knock me over with a feather!" exclaimed Collin.

Tom was rubbing Imelda's asshole with his finger. And Imelda was putting up no objection. Quite the contrary, she was as vocal as she had been all evening - vocal in her praise of Tom and vocal in her desire for more of the same.

"Oh, fuck, yeah, Tom! Collin never does this for me. Don't stop! Let me have a finger!"

Collin had now of course stopped his own ministrations. Mouth agape, he watched on as Imelda took Tom's finger (middle finger, to boot) in the place where she had told

him

she didn't like to be touched.

"Of all the doggone things..." Collin's voice trailed away, as Imelda begged Tom to fuck her in the ass. Yes, fuck her in the ass!

"He hasn't even fucked her in the cunt yet," Collin said forlornly.

"Don't beat yourself up, lover!" Julia said, without any overt sympathy for her brother-in-law. "He's never fucked me there either!"

While Collin's flagpole drooped to half-mast, Tom's appendage seemed to be growing like topsy.

"My god!" whistled Julia, as her husband's phallus appeared at centre stage poised above Imelda's generous orbs. "He must have grown an inch from somewhere!"

Collin felt utterly deflated. Not only would he be unable to perform for the foreseeable future, but he was going to have to suffer the indignity of seeing Tom - shy Tom, dithering Tom, no-hit-with-the ladies Tom - impale his wife's asshole and leave his seed inside it!

"Look at that, Collin!"

Julia had now taken up a position on the edge of the bed in order to get a better view of the events that were unfolding several state lines away. Collin had no choice but to tamp down the emotions he was feeling: frustration combined with an incandescent rage, which he knew to be irrational but which all the same he couldn't just wish away. If he betrayed his true feelings to Julia, he knew she would accuse him of petulance and worst of all, jealousy.

But he

was

jealous - not so much of the intimacy they were enjoying but of the intensity of their lovemaking. He was sure that his performance in bed hereafter would always be judged by the bar that Tom was setting. And by god was he setting the bar high!

And to make matters even worse, Tom wasn't even hurrying. He was clearly intent on making Imelda wait, on maximizing the pleasure that she would feel. How the hell had he come to be in a position of such control? And he hadn't even fucked her in the cunt yet!

"You'll promise me you'll tell me if it hurts?" Tom enquired of Imelda - sweetly and caringly, as if he were a doctor about to give her a flu jab.

"I'll only feel hurt if you withhold your gift from me," Imelda responded, like a ham actor speaking her lines in acting class.

"Isn't that amazing?" cooed Julia - Julia who was usually so cynical and difficult to impress.

"Yeah, amazing," muttered Collin, now sitting beside her.

"I can see what it's doing to you, lover boy," she continued, meeting his eyes briefly and glancing down at his member, which was once again nearly fully erect.

"Don't worry," she went on. "I'm wet too!"

"Aw, fuck! Yeah! Don't stop!"

Both Julia and Collin returned their gaze to the monitor. Tom had shelved, at least for now, his plans to plant his cock in Imelda's asshole, and had instead brought his tongue to her super-sensitive puckered bud. At the same time, one hand found her breast, while the other snaked its way inside her capacious vagina.

"No, Tom! Please no! Don't! Plea -" her voice trailed away as he deftly maneuvered his troops on all three fronts.

Suddenly it was his nose that was probing her sacred spot. Somehow he managed to anticipate the rhythms of her snakelike movements, driving Imelda crazy with his innovative massage.

"Yeah! God, yeah! Oh fuck!" she cried, sensing the orgasm welling up.

She so badly wanted this feeling to last forever, but Tom had other ideas for her, knowing that she needed relief. Deftly moving his index finger to her clitoris, he rubbed it with the most gossamer of touches. The effect was instantaneous. Imelda roared out and this time Tom had no option but to remove his face from her ass, if only to protect his nose from serious damage.

To prolong the orgasm, he subtly increased the pressure on her swollen bud. Julia (and Collin) could only look on in awe as Imelda experienced climax after climax after climax.

"How to top that?" Julia asked.

It was of course a rhetorical question, as they both knew exactly how Tom intended to follow up.

Aware that Collin was in need of a little TLC, Julia took his penis between her fingers and began to work it slowly and sensuously. She never thought that she'd be taking lessons in the art of sex from her husband, but she wasn't too proud to admit he had a thing or two to teach her.

The effect on Collin was electrifying. Soon they were kissing each other passionately, Collin running his hands through her hair, over her breasts and down to her sex. Yet something was holding them back, and they both knew what it was. They wanted to see Tom seal the deal with Imelda. Then, they knew they could turn the camera off and return, revivified, to their own lovemaking.

"Are you ready for me?" said Tom - utterly in control.

"I'm ready for anything you want to do to me," Imelda replied, in the sultriest of tones.

But in that tone there was not the least trace of dissimulation or flattery. She was yearning for Tom to enter her as she had not yearned since that day - months ago now - when she had seduced her son. For the first time in her life she was able to say - with total honesty - that size didn't matter.

Tom brought his pulsing, dripping cock to Imelda's sensational asshole and nudged it forward. As if there were a corresponding force drawing it in, his glans disappeared inside her tunnel without any apparent difficulty. It was not, though, as if she couldn't feel him. Far from it - the fit was perfect, the friction unbelievably arousing. The other thing that was missing was the rest of his fine specimen.

Gentle and caring as he was, Tom felt no need to check how Imelda was doing. Her body language told him all he needed to know. Corroboration came in the form of her verbal language.

"Deeper, Tom. All the way. Don't spare me!"

Something snapped inside Tom when he heard those last three words. His behaviour switched from human to bestial as if at the flick of a switch.

"Take that, then!" he called out, driving his pole deep inside her.

Julia and Collin were speechless. Each was holding the other's hand tightly, as if they were on a roller-coaster ride. Which in a way they were.

"You know I must punish you for being such a tease," Tom spoke with passion.

Imelda made no response, but he was obviously expecting one.

"Don't you?" he added, quite fiercely.

"Yes," she responded humbly.

"Sometimes I'm surprised Collin sticks with you," he added, underscoring the seriousness of the point he was making by pausing his pumping action.

Imelda had learned her lesson well, responding immediately.

"I know. I'm a very bad woman."

Tom thought about telling her that Julia and Collin were watching, but decided against it. There were some things which it was better she didn't know, he reckoned.

"You're not merely a bad woman, you're a whore!" he continued, really hitting his stride.

"I am," she replied meekly.

But it wasn't enough for Tom.

"You fucked your daughter-in-law and - "

"Please, don't torture me!"

"Hear me out! And you plan to seduce our son!"

A wave of relief swept over Imelda when she realized that her relationship with her son had been kept from one person at least.

"Yes?!" growled Tom, unhappy that she had made no response to the last accusation.

'I, well, you know, at Julia's suggestion, I did offer to take some portraits for his college portfolio."

"College portfolio be damned!" raged Tom. "You want to see how well his fills out his Speedos, don't you?"

"Julia wanted me to highlight his athletic prowess, but his football gear would probably suff- "

"Liar! She heard you telling him to bring his Speedos."

Silence.

"Well, didn't you?!"

"Look, I might have," Imelda concurred, aware of the way in which her coyness was arousing her partner.

"Might have!" roared Tom, his penis still lodged inside Imelda's rectum. "I really don't know what to do with you."

Imelda wanted to say "Punish me, perhaps," but she didn't want to stick her oar in now that Tom was getting up quite a head of steam.

"What if?" Tom broke off, scarcely able to put his thoughts into words.

"What if you told the boy to fuck you in the ass?"

Tom felt a whole lot better now that he'd got it out.

Imelda had to think fast. Did Tom want her to tell him that this was part of her plans for her session with Dan, or did he want her to deny it. Perhaps, she thought, it would be better to play for time.

"I hardly think that's likely to happen," she ventured, as calmly as she could.

"Really?!" bellowed Tom, who was working himself up to fever pitch, just as Imelda had been hoping.

Both of them knew it wasn't really about Dan; it was about taking Tom's libido to hitherto unexplored places. And it was working.

"There's only one thing for it," said Tom, a tremor in his voice - a tremor not of apprehension or hesitation, but of sheer, unadulterated lust.

"I must satisfy you lusts in such a way that you won't go looking for your pleasures elsewhere."

Tom couldn't see it, but Julia and Collin could. Imelda had a broad grin on her face. Ironically, she was grinning because she knew that her grin was about to be erased.

Tom adjusted his position slightly then drew his penis back and drove it forward with tremendous force. Imelda grunted and scrunched up the bedsheets with her fists. Tom grunted in response and was soon into his work, pummelling her tight tunnel for all he was worth. Incredibly, he hadn't yet ejaculated, despite the state into which he had worked himself up. His self-discipline was truly remarkable, Collin reflected. Or maybe that was just the way he was made.

Of course, he couldn't hold out forever. But what he

was

able to do (and it was mighty impressive as far as Julia and Collin were concerned - not to mention, Imelda) was to wait until the first signs of Imelda's orgasm were manifested. It was only at that point that, with a low groan like the bellowing of a cow, he delivered not one, not two, but three ropes of semen into Imelda's grateful rectum.

Chapter Ten

Remarkably, Tom was up for more. He finally got round to "fucking Imelda in the cunt," as Collin so charmingly put it. Julia coaxed one more effort out of Collin too, even though she could tell his mind wasn't really on the job. His confidence had been badly shaken by Tom's extraordinary performance. He was beginning to have second thoughts about this wife-swapping lark. He should have accepted the status quo ante, he decided. There was much to be said for having your cake and eating it too.

The next step towards knitting the family together more tightly was to make a woman of Melanie. After discussing things with her sister (who of course gave no inkling of knowing what Imelda had got up to with Tom - and since he was a new man in the sack now, why should she?) Imelda decided to hold a hen evening in the week before Christmas. Julia would drop out at the last minute with "the flu", leaving Melanie at the disposal of Imelda and Cindy.

Cindy concocted a story about an online womenswear company who had approached her about testing their spring collection, and managed to convince Melanie to spend at least part of the evening trying on different outfits. There was even an arrangement that they would be able to keeps some of the items. Of course, the reality was that Cindy went shopping with Imelda and bought a bunch of sexy things in Melanie's size. To keep up the pretense, they had to purchase some things for themselves, but after all that wasn't much of a sacrifice.

When the big day came, Collin had of course been sent away, taking advantage of the opportunity to make a flying visit to his flaky sister who lived in a kind of commune in Oregon. As far as he was concerned, it really was going to be an innocent get-together. Frankly, the idea never crossed his mind that his wife had "plans" for Melanie. After all, she was her niece -

not

her daughter-in-law. That was a different thing entirely. Obviously.

Imelda had told Melanie to come round at 7, but had mentioned nothing about dinner. She seemed terribly excited about the chance to dress up, which her niece found rather amusing in a woman of her age. Melanie decided to have something to eat before leaving the house, checking in on her mother before driving the short distance in the car her parents had given her as an early 21

st

birthday gift.

Imelda and Cindy can hardly be said to have been idle that afternoon. They had to decide in which order they would get Melanie to try on the various outfits. There was some heated discussion between the two women, with Imelda preferring to go straight for the jugular, as it were, getting the girl to change at once into a frilly lace bar and panty set with matching stockings and garter belt. Cindy thought this was a preposterous idea, given that she'd probably never worn such underwear before. A more subtle approach was required, she said. They could start with tank tops and tailored jeans. She could change in the privacy of the bathroom. (The fittings would take place in Imelda's bedroom.)

"Softly, softly, catchee monkey!" Cindy said, in a weird sort of accent, which Imelda took to be her attempt at something Oriental.

"Okay, honey - you sold me," she replied, leaning in to kiss her on the lips.

Cindy brushed her off with a laugh.

"There'll be plenty of time for that later," she said. "Right now I need to make a few calls."

Cindy had persuaded her property developer boss to give her the afternoon off but only on the condition that she checked in from time to time. All things considered, he was a pretty good boss, even if he was a bit of a throwback. He was a great believer in using the phone (smartphones he tolerated, but he still used a landline in the office), as well as in face-to-face meetings. During the COVID pandemic, he had been compelled to use Facetime or Zoom, but as soon as the "hysterical overreaction" (as he called it) was over he had reverted to physical meetings. He refused to let staff work from home once restrictions had been lifted, saying they spent enough time there anyway and worked better in the dynamic setting of an office. Although Imelda wasn't sure if she could trust her to be telling the truth, according to Cindy he had never made any advances on her. "Must be gay," thought the older woman.