I've always gotten along very well with my father-in-law. Frank and I have more of a buddy-buddy relationship than a typical in-law dynamic. At 52, he was divorced. My mother-in-law found him cheating once too often, with the last incident involving her sister.
She left and took their daughter Sophie, my now wife, with her. Because of that, Frank and Sophie had only begun rebuilding a relationship over the last few years.
Frank's reputation as a womanizer was legendary. He would often say, "I can't help it, Andre. I just love pussy, and pussy loves me!"
When Frank and I go out for drinks, he often nudges me to check out women passing by. He'll say things like, "I'm sure she loves a tongue in her ass," or "I bet that pussy is shaved clean."
Frank looked and acted much younger he was, and I often found myself laughing at his outrageous comments on women.
He was great at striking up conversations with random women and frequently ended up fucking one of them before the night was over. Often, he would leave me at the bar, exiting with a woman in hand. I never joined in his activities because my wife and I had a great relationship, and I didn't want to jeopardize it.
I had been married to Sophie for over three years. She had a figure that turned heads wherever she went. She had neat, perfectly shaped B-cup breasts and a round, curvy butt that really drew attention. It had a way of bouncing as she walked that made it hard not to look. Even now, I often stared at her myself.
It was the year Sophie and I got married when I first saw Frank fucking a woman in person. We were out for drinks, as we often did. That night, Frank spotted a college-aged girl at the bar, and I saw him up close using his charm to win her over.
I was doing the driving that evening, and Frank asked me to take him and the girl to his house, then wait to bring her back later. As I drove, they were going at it hot and heavy in the back seat; Frank had the girl's top completely off and was fingering her pussy with practiced motions.
When we arrived at his place, Frank tossed me the house keys to open up and followed me shortly after. I was about to step outside to give them some privacy, but Frank called out for me to stay. He said he wouldn't be long, so I settled into a chair nearby.
Frank fucked that woman right on the couch, with me sitting only feet away. He moved with an energy that belied his age. He had a practiced rhythm that clearly was doing nice things to her pussy.
Frank had what I can only describe as a heavy penis; it wasn't huge but very thick in the middle then tapering out slightly. And it was very effective apparently. When he was done, he asked if I wanted some pussy too, that Sophie would never know. I politely declined even as the girl beckoned me with a naughty look.
The next time I saw Frank, he didn't mention that night at all. To him, it was just another fuck - whether I was there or not. Since then, I've seen him with at least half a dozen women on that same couch. A couple times I sat and jacked off while watching.
I never mentioned any of this to Sophie because I didn't think she would handle it well. Sophie was used to Frank's crude remarks and just rolled her eyes at him when he made his degrading comments about women. But I doubt she knew of his many sexual exploits.
One Saturday, Frank came over to spend the afternoon with Sophie and me at our backyard pool. That day, he had already been drinking so his drunk personality was on full display. And he was as usual, his entertaining crude self.
Sophie came out wearing a black bikini that left little to the imagination. The fabric was thin enough that the bumps of her nipples pushed against it, and the bottoms were very skimpy, hugging her hips and buttocks tightly.
As we settled in, Frank's eyes immediately went to Sophie's body. Whenever Sophie walked by, his gaze would fix on her butt, ogling her whenever he had the chance. He stared at her breasts too, his eyes lingering on the way the fabric clung to her skin.
"I laughed and said, 'What the fuck, Frank? That's your daughter!"
He replied with a smirk, "I know, but all I'm seeing is a nice round butt in my face, I can't help it. You must have a good bit of fun with that, huh Andre?" I could only snicker at how ridiculous he was.
As we continued having our drinks and with Sophie nonchalantly sunbathing or walking past, Frank continued to up his comments as he became more and more drunk by the minute. When he's that way he takes it up a notch with the remarks. "What I would do to have something like that to come home to every day," he said, his eyes never leaving Sophie's body.
"You do her in the ass, Andre?" he asked, his gaze still fixed on her butt as she walked away" a butt like that is made for a good tonguing". I was by now used to Frank's outrageous comments. "Frank, what's going on with you? You sound like you want to fuck your own daughter," I said laughing.
"Any port in a storm" Frank chuckled, "Sorry Andre, I get a little crazy when pussy is around. No matter who it belongs to. And look how fat and round it's looking. "Sophie. remained oblivious to Frank's comments, too engrossed in her book to notice the conversation.
By this time, I was so used to Frank's crudeness that all I could do was laugh. "Time to go home Frank, you've had enough!" I smiled.
As I dropped him off, he looked at me and said "give her a good fuck tonight, Andre it looks like she needs it!"
At the time, Sophie and I were both in our mid-twenties and had a comfortable relationship. Our sex life was fantastic, and there was little she wasn't open to exploring.
One day, early in our marriage, Sophie complained that an obese delivery driver had been ogling her when he made a delivery. I smirked and said that it was because she looked hot and that she must have dressed that way just to turn him on. She laughed it off, saying "maybe I did".
Later that night, during a heavy session, Sophie was in a particularly horny mood. I jokingly suggested that maybe she was turned on because she was fantasizing about the delivery driver. She laughed again, but then I started detailing what the delivery driver might be doing to her.
"Imagine him coming inside," I said, my voice low, as I began to undress her. "He has only lust in his eyes. He grabs you roughly, pulling you close and kissing you hard, while you struggle to resist "I pulled her close, my tongue forcing its way into her mouth.
Sophie moaned, her body arching against mine.
"He bends you over the counter," I continued, "pulling down your pants and underwear." I mimicked the action, pulling down her pants and underwear. "He enters your pussy from behind, thrusting into you with a rough motion. You try to fight him off, but he's too strong." I entered her from behind, my hips slamming against her buttocks as I described it.
As I continued, I reached around and grasped her breasts roughly, my fingers pinching her nipples. "He's attacking your breasts, squeezing them hard, his fingers twisting your nipples," I described, my actions mirroring my words.
