This is the second part of the story. I won't go over the first part to keep from repeating myself, but you can probably surmise what has happened.
I was laying there naked next to my dad after he had just given me the best fucking of my 35-year-old life, my big breasts rising and falling as I tried to catch my breath.
My legs remained open, cum dripping out. My tits heaved with each breath.
"Oh my gawd," I finally said. "Never have I ... fuck."
We laid there for a few minutes, letting what happened sink in.
I was the first to talk.
"Well, how did it feel to have someone new?" I laughed. My mom and dad were high school sweethearts and she said they never were with anyone else. At least, that's what mom told me.
"Someone new?'
"Yeah, you've never been with anyone else, have you dad?"
My 58-year-old father looked at me, his big cock was now flaccid, our juices drying after he fucked me hard and deep, powerfucking my married pussy.
"Well, not until about 10 years ago ..."
"Seriously? You cheated on mom after 25 years?" I asked incredulously. I know affairs can happen, but I couldn't believe my dad was admitting it to me.
"No, no, it wasn't like that," he said, his mouth pursing as he tried to explain. "We got into the lifestyle ... do you know what I mean?"
"Swinging? The swinging lifestyle?" I almost laughed. Cheating was hard to believe. My parents swinging was out of the question. I mean, they were both very attractive. Dad is 6-3 and muscular and mom was a petite beauty, but I couldn't right then imagine them as swingers.
"Yes," he said matter-of-factly. "We both got into it, though we didn't do it very often. Only on vacation ... and well, with one other couple here in town. And, they only did it with us, too."
"OMG, how did it happen? Who with? Wow, I don't know what question to ask first."
"The who was Bradley Roberts and his wife, Tiffany. The how ... well, it just happened with a lot of liquor and risqué talk and the hot tub."
I was surprised and intrigued. Honestly, I had thought how fun it would be to be swingers and to enjoy the hands and cock of another man. Now, I find out my parents were more adventurous than I am. Well, if you take away the fact that I just fucked my dad's brains out.
I turned to him, my big tits rolling with me, and said, "Actually, that sounds very fun, daddy."
"It was quite the adventure, but things changed when Bradley and Tiffany got divorced. Your mother still wanted to see him, so it changed from swinging to more of a cuckold experience."
"Ooooh," I said. "Were you ok with that?"
"Actually, baby, it became even hotter like that. It was unreal how sexy it was to watch them fuck. It became a game. Sometimes your mom would text me a photo or video of them together while I was at work. It was the sexiest thing to come home and know that she had been fucked hard and deep."
"Dad," I said, "I doubt he got deeper than you." I reached over and grabbed his cock and was surprised that it was starting to harden. Obviously, reliving the cuckolding experience was a huge turn on for him.
"Bradley got deeper," daddy said. "He's a full inch longer and thicker. As little as your mom was, she loved the feeling of being stretched even more. And there's something about fucking someone who is not your spouse. You can be hard, brutal even. It's incredibly sexy."
Daddy's cock was hardening in my little hand, so I started moving it up and down his thick shaft. Turning him on was turning me on.
"I willingly let him do whatever they wanted. He fucked her so hard and with such intensity that I loved it as much as she did. I loved what she was feeling."
Just 15 minutes after daddy had given me the fucking of my life, his thick cock was getting hard again, and I wasn't going to let it go to waste.
I leaned over and kissed him deeply, our tongues swirling together. His hands reached up and cupped my big tits, his thumbs finding my nipples and brushing against them.
His 8 1/2 inch cock was thickening, lengthening in his daughter's hand. We tongue fucked intensely as his cock reached its full hardness. My hand stroked it up and down. I broke our kiss so I could watch myself jack off my daddy.
My fingers almost touched, but not quite. I couldn't believe how much more manly his cock was than my husband. I could see the veins running up and down his shaft, the head so big and bulbous. My little hand pushed and pulled on his cock, stopping at the top so I could run my thumb over the slit. Daddy sighed and moaned. His hands were squeezing my DDs, giving them the mauling that he had wanted to for 20 years. My brown nipples absolutely responded under this touch. They were hard and erect, spurring me to grip his cock even more tightly, trying in vain for my fingers to touch.
Meanwhile, his hands were massaging and groping my tits and pinching my nipples.
