Pamela Davidson watched from the doorway as her husband, Vincent, drove off heading for work. It was eight thirty in the morning and he had his regular nine to five job that he had to be at. The thirty-eight mother of two then closed the door and turning around, balled her hands into fists and shook them in the air angrily. "Damn bastard," she muttered quietly.
She walked to the couch and looked again at the time. It should be safe, she thought. Her son, Matthew, had a class at the local college he attended that was supposed to last for three hours, and her daughter, Meghan, now in her senior year in high school, wouldn't be home until three thirty at the earliest. That left only her father, Harley, to worry about. But the fact that he was out until two thirty in the morning last night made it doubtful that he would wake.
She sat on the couch and let her robe fall open around her waist. She ran her fingers down through the hair of her pussy to her clit and began rubbing it. Fuck, that felt good, she thought. Damn Vincent for his shit ass job of fucking her. Her husband had thought it would be good to have a third child now that Matthew was twenty and Meghan eighteen. He had thrown away her birth control pills and took every chance he had to fill her pussy with cum. Last night after he came home from his card game night he had fucked her hard until he filled her hole, then gone to sleep, only to turn over and fuck her again the next morning, shoving his cock into her as deep as possible in the hopes that she would get pregnant. What he didn't know was that although he had thrown out her pills, she still had her diaphragm and she made sure that it was in place every time he fucked her.
She sat there as frustrated and horny as she had ever been, thinking of how to get some real relief. Who should she think of while frigging herself off? Maybe Nelson from next door? No. He seemed to be acting weird at the last party they were at. Almost creepy, even. Jack from Vincent's work, she decided. That would be much better. The young man would have to be full of pep not to mention lots of cum. She pictured the twenty three year old as having a very big thick dick as her fingers probed her cunt, looking for the release that had been denied her both last night and earlier that morning. She imagined his cock would smack against her cervix as he fucked her, her diaphragm now resting in its container in her bathroom vanity. She could almost feel the cock shoving in and pulling back out of her as she plunged four of her fingers in and out. "Fuck, yes," she moaned out loud feeling the pleasure of her pussy being filled and stretching it out slightly as the lubricating juices flowed, clinging to what was very quickly becoming her sodden bush.
"Ahem," she suddenly heard from her right.
"Fuck! Da-ad!" she exclaimed as she quickly drew out her fingers and threw the robe back closed around her legs. "I wasn't expecting you to be up."
"Obviously," Harley Richards answered as he stood there in his sweats and t-shirt. "Now, I'm up in more ways than one."
Pamela blushed and hid her face after a quick glance at his crotch, the baggy sweats hiding any evidence of what might be there. "I'm sorry, Dad. I'm just so frustrated and I needed some release from the stress."
"What's wrong, sweetie," the fifty five year old said as he sat next to her on the couch.
"Don't worry about it, Dad. I'm fine."
"You can talk to me, Pammy. What are fathers for if not to help their children when they need it."
"It's just Vincent. He wants another baby and he fucks me every time he can get it up. The thing is, he doesn't help take care of my needs at all. He just shoves his cock in me and pounds away at my cunt until he fills it with his cum. It's like wham, bam, thank you ma'am, and then it's done and over with until he's ready to try again. I'm just a cum bucket to him and my needs don't matter at all."
"So he's trying to use that old 'barefoot and pregnant rule?' I'm sorry to hear that, baby."
"Barefoot and pregnant?"
"You know. Keep the wife at home by keeping her pregnant in the summer and barefoot in the winter. That way she can't leave to find someone better."
"I've never given him any reason to doubt my faithfulness to him."
"I don't doubt it, honey. It's his insecurities that are the problem."
"Then, how do I deal with it? He's given me two wonderful children and I love them, but, I don't want another child from him. So, I've been using my diaphragm whenever he fucks me, now. And his performance is so lousy lately, I'm just about ready to fuck anything that has a cock and will use it to help me as well as himself. I remember how loud Mom got when you two were going at it. But it sure as fuck isn't that way for me and Vince. It just makes me so frustrated and leaves me so fucking horny that I'd almost even fucking jump your bones to get a good fuck. "
"Really? Don't you think that there are plenty of studs out there who'd be willing to give you a good fucking without resorting to your old man? I'm sure that there are plenty of guys in the neighborhood that would be willing to accommodate you."
"They're all married."
"Let me remind you that are you, too. If you're really thinking of having an affair, it would probably be best if it was with someone who is married, anyway. That way, they're not looking to invest anymore into the relationship than you are."
"Speaking from experience, Dad?"
"No. I never cheated on your mother, and as far as I know she never cheated on me. At least not from the time of our wedding up to the day she died."
"You mean there was something before the wedding?"
