ATTENTION: In addition to the wife sharing in Part 1, Part 2 contains FATHER/DAUGHTER incest. All activity is consensual, and everything is 100% fictional! THIS IS FANTASY and is NOT TRUE! The author does not condone the activity described in this story and this is not meant to mirror real life. This is a story regarding a HOTWIFE and INCEST. Yes this is in the Incest collection, but it is also the second part of a story. If you liked the first part but don't like reading fantasies regarding incest please don't read any further.
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Brief summary from Part 1:
If you have read part one skip this summary and begin reading Chapter 5. If you have not read Part 1 it is highly recommend you stop reading this story and read Part 1 first. The story will make more sense if you take the time to do so.
In Part 1 we learned Paul arranges dates for his hotwife Lisa. He tells her when to be ready for her date to pick her up, but she does not know who her date is with until he arrives to pick her up. On Lisa's date with Carl she was dancing in the hotel club when she happened to run into her father. This led to Lisa confessing everything to him and learning for herself that her parents had been Swingers for many years. She was not sure, but thought they might still be active in the lifestyle.
In Part 2 Lisa learns more about her parents and why her father was mysteriously at the club without her mother. The identity of Lisa's next date is the biggest surprise of all the dates her husband has ever arranged. Lisa and her mother have a heart to heart talk and Lisa wonders why it took her so long to learn there was so much she didn't know about her parents.
NOTE: The name in the Chapter title is the name of the character narrating that chapter.
I hope you enjoy as the story continues...
The story resumes with Lisa telling her husband about running into her father while on the date her husband had arranged for her with another man.
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Chapter 5 - Always Something New (Lisa)
Surprised is one word to describe it and 'concerned' would be another equally descriptive. After Carl, my date for the evening, had left I told my husband he and I needed to talk about my father. Imagine my surprise when he said 'I know' as if he could read my mind and knew what was bothering me.
"What do you mean, you know?" I asked.
"Your Dad stopped by here late last night and had some questions for me. Evidently the three of you ran into each other last night at the hotel? What happened?"
I proceeded to tell him about Daddy cutting in and dancing with me. I told him how he and I went out of the club and talked. I told him what I had learned and how Daddy appeared to understand and accept what I was doing.
"Yea, that is almost exactly what he told me. He said he wanted to make sure I knew and was only concerned for your safety and the stability of our marriage."
"Did you reassure him, as far as we are concerned, nothing could be better between us than what it is now?"
"Absolutely. He did say something as he was leaving I have not been able to get out of my head. It was probably nothing."
"What was that?"
"It was very important to him, evidently given the sexually liberated life your mother and he have lived, for me to know he has never touched you in a sexual way."
"Well, he hasn't and that is the absolute truth."
"Honey, I don't doubt that one bit, but that was not what I have been thinking about. Maybe I am just reading more into it than I should, but after he assured me he hadn't touched you, he said he thinks you are, as he put it 'a sexy little thing.' If I remember correctly those were his exact words. I thought that was a strange way for a father to refer to his daughter. He seemed to be very sincere when he went on to say he would never touch a child. He was very clear on that point, but he then said his only interest is in adults. I don't know why, but I got the feeling, just by the way he said it and the whole vibe, that he may be looking at you or thinking differently about you now that you are an adult. Now that he knows what we are into, it just makes me wonder."
Paul paused a moment and I could see this was bothering him. He then said, "No, forget it, after thinking about it, I am sure it was just me and my imagination that seems to always be focused on sex."
Paul's comments made me think back to the conversation Daddy and I had. I was thinking specifically about when I was saying good-bye and starting to go back into the club where Carl was waiting. I remember what I had said and wondered if that might have given him ideas. He had told me to hurry back into the club before my date thought I had found a replacement for him. I remember telling him he would not be such a bad replacement.
After thinking about this, I told Paul about the verbal exchange. He said, "Maybe you are right. Maybe that did get him started thinking about you sexually."
I could see Paul thinking about what we had discussed and wanted to lighten the mood. I knew hearing all the details regarding my dates always excited him. I said, "Honey I have to tell you about my date. He was the nicest guy. He was such a gentleman and we had an absolutely wonderful dinner." I had already told Paul about the end of our time at the club, and I told him about Carl being a great dancer.
Paul and I were cuddling and kissing on the couch. I had unzipped his pants and taken his hard cock out. I was slowly and gently teasing and stroking it. I have always found cocks fascinating. Some have a curve to them. Paul's is as straight as a pipe. The glans has always been soft to the touch and I love the way the glans is shaped. The texture of the glans is also very unique. Nowhere else on a man's body is there flesh the same texture as that of the glans. The glans and skin covering the shaft are soft to the touch, but when aroused it is so hard under the skin. Sitting there stroking my husband's cock I thought of all the cocks that had penetrated me. Some were larger and some smaller. Some were absolutely wonderful, but as good as they all were none felt better inside me than my husband's. While stroking it I asked, "Honey, how many times did you cum while I was gone?"
He grinned then answered, "Baby, you know me."
"Indeed I do, that is why I asked. He looks a little red like you might have abused him a little more than normal."
"Okay if you really want to know, four."
"Four times? Wow you must have been thinking about me a lot. Did you watch your favorite DVD?"
"Yea. I wish I had some of you and your dates."
"That would be fun. Maybe one of these days we can make one."
Paul said, "Tell me what happened after you left the club."
As I continued stroking his cock I grinned and teased him saying, "Oh Honey that is the boring part. We just went back to the room and Carl had brought along a deck of cards, so we played cards most of the night."
"Damn you Lisa. You tease me like this every single time." He mashed his lips against mine so hard I thought he might even bruise them. When he pulled back he said, "Dammit tell me what happened or I am going to throw you over my shoulder and carry you into the bedroom where I will fuck your brains out."
"Oooooh Baby, that sounds like fun. Promise?" I gave his hard cock a squeeze then used my thumb to smear the pre-cum, covering his entire glans. "If you must know. He really does have a great cock, but you have already seen that for yourself in the shower at the gym. You did a really nice job picking him for me. I sucked his cock and he shot his cum directly down my throat and into my stomach. He then fucked my pussy then we went to sleep. This morning he fucked my ass really hard and I gave him another blow job in the shower. He does know how to make a girl happy with that cock. Honey he was almost as good as you, but not quite."
Having not worn anything under my skirt paid off on the ride home and now that I had my husband so aroused it was going to pay off once more. He pushed me back onto the couch and got between my spread legs as he pushed my skirt on up to my waist. I laid there on the couch watching him while he stood and dropped his pants. He seldom wears underwear, preferring to go commando, and wasn't wearing any now. He laid on top of me as I wrapped my legs around him and felt his hard manhood penetrate me. I always enjoyed the feeling of having my husband's familiar cock filling me.
My detailed account of the date had him filled with lust. He was pounding my pussy nice and hard. I was almost delirious with passion and his lust was consuming him to such a high level neither of us heard the knock on the door or the front door of our house being opened.
Our couch is maybe 20 feet from the front door. I was the first to look up and see my mother's face smiling with Daddy standing directly behind her. Paul was oblivious to what was happening, unaware of the audience we had, as he continued to hammer his cock into me.
Frantically I said, "Honey, Honey stop."
"I can't Baby, I am almost there."
"Honey please."
"Oh fuck I'm cumming!"
He pushed himself as deep into my pussy as possible just before his cum began filling me. I was so embarrassed my husband was filling my pussy with cum as my parents watched. Mom was grinning and put her finger to her lips silently indicating for me to not say anything. I was pretty sure it couldn't get any worse so trying to ignore my parents I focused on my husband; however, ignoring them was not an easy task.
Paul said, "Fuck Baby your pussy felt so damn good. This beats the hell out of jerking off."
That is when Mom spoke up saying, "That is what her father always tells me."
Paul's head jerked up to look over the back of the couch trying to see where the voice had come from. When he saw my parents standing there watching he looked back at me as if to ask why I hadn't told him. I said, "I tried to tell you to stop."
He jumped up from the couch and placed his hands in front of him in a feeble attempt to hide his swollen cock an balls. His cock was still hard cock as he hurried off to the bedroom. Mom yelled after him saying, "What a cute ass. You don't have to stop just because of us."
Paul didn't say a word as we watched his naked ass cheeks retreat down the hall. Moving as quickly as I could I sat up pulling my skirt back down. I realized it was a vain attempt at modesty, knowing both of my parents had very likely gotten a good look at my bald and now cum filled pussy.
