"OK, everybody," stammered Dave, standing in his running shorts and, presumably, some kind of men's underwear under it. I admired my husband. Standing there in the heat and in "the heat of the moment," sweat lightly trickling down his hairy chest. God, I loved his furry chest - when I'd get to lay my head on it while we were watching TV or when I got to twine my fingers into it while he was fucking me. Oh. Oh! I guess my mind is still on the erotic scene unfolded before me - particularly since it had been so very long since Dave and I had gotten to synchronize our libido's and our schedules so that we *could* fuck. God. I love the word. Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!!
I shook my head a little to bring myself back to reality. The reality of my husband, shirtless, a bit of a beer belly, trying to call at least a brief pause in our little Party. To talk about being responsible. About being sensible. About not having a night that would lead to a life of regret.
"OK," he tried again, "Fun and games are all well and good, but we don't have to go to extremes to have fun. We can just... ohhhhhh."
The "ohhhh" had been prompted by our daughter, Brittany, quietly sidling up behind her father and expertly running her hands up his back - his bare skin - right to "those spots" that tightened up when Dave was getting tense. I guess that Brit had watched *me* know just where to rub - over all of these years - when Dave's back started to lock up and hurt. Because Brittany's hands, very innocently, I guess, found the 2 "spots" that released the knots. I just watched Dave's shoulders instantly drop - the tightness melting.
"Look, Daddy," Brittany softly coaxed, "you're just getting all worked up over nothing. We're all consenting adults, we're all just having fun. No harm, no foul here. Close your eyes and just breathe, Daddy. Just breathe."
Dave's respiration slowed and he "ohhhh"ed periodically as Brit worked her massage magic and peeked out from behind my husband and winked at us. Uhhh... winked at us? OK. I'll just go with the flow here - like everybody else seemed willing - or maybe even anxious - to do.
The sound of the wind and rain were actually kind of soothing as Brittany continued to rub her Dad's back... and... seemed... to be slowly working her hands around to his chest. Though I couldn't see Brittany, I reminded myself that my brat daughter was wearing only a little shorty top and, I supposed, a bra. Totally naked from belly down. And it seemed from Dave's response that Brittany was very-quietly reminding her father of that - by rubbing her bare skin on his back - as her hands worked lower on his front.
At this point, my husband seemed lost in the massage. Breathing slowly and deeply and forgetting all of the rest of us. I suppose, again, that alcohol was helping him lose focus on the assemblage and just lose himself.
Brittany peeked around at us all and winked again. Winked? What was that about? Hands still busy rubbing her father's chest. Well... more like his belly at this point. Welll... more like... now WHAT was my Brittany up to? Her hands kept brushing Dave's waistband and were slowly inching his shorts down. Lower and lower.
Lower and lower yet.
To where his pubic hair made an appearance above the waistband.
Oh. Soooo... my husband had chosen comfort over protocol and seemed to be nude under his shorts. No boxers. No briefs. Just "Dave."
And he seemed entirely unaware that his man-parts were slowly being revealed - as his daughter's hands continued to rub his belly. His chest. His abdomen.
... his cock.
His COCK?
Yes, Brittany had worked Dave's shorts down to where his cock slid into full view. Standing at the table with his mostly-naked daughter behind him.
It occurred to me that I ought to DO something. Stop it... or something... but I glanced at Marla and she seemed to be enjoying the slow strip tease that my husband was performing - albeit unintentionally. And Missy seemed to be rapt - though her hand was seeking her brother's lap. And. Well. It was far too infrequent that I got to really enjoy the sight of my husband's cock. His DICK. His dong. His "pussy flashlight." I licked my lips and looked at his yummy "hairow" - that little trail of man-fuzz that leads from his belly-button - pointing right down to his cock. His COCK. A little "hair arrow" showing me the way to my man's pecker. Yummmmm...
So. I... just watched the show and unconsciously pulled up my hem and played with my own pubic hair. Gently stimulating my pussy while I enjoyed the show.
I didn't notice that somebody else was also enjoying *my* show. Eric's eyes were glued to my pussy - and my hand rubbing and teasing it, while Brittany continued her seduction.
Our daughter deftly pushed Dave's shorts far enough off that they gave up any attempt to cover him, and just slid down his legs, fully exposing his penis. And his balls. And his furr. So male. So masculine, my out-of-shape middle-aged MAN. *MY* out-of-shape middle-aged man.
I smiled and continued to explore my own furr and Brittany deftly manipulated her father's cock - and it began to rise. To thicken. To lengthen. To wake up. It occurred to me that it was rare that I got to really *watch* Dave come erect. To just enjoy the process. Watch the skin stretch. Watch the veins change position. Watch his balls wobble and roll a little.
And watch his cock head finally clear itself of his foreskin as his manhood came fully to attention and brushed against his belly. As our daughter's hands continued to touch. Caress. Stroke. Coax. Tease. Her father's "magic wand."
Slowly, Brittany coaxed Dave to sit back down. Now fully stripped. Fully erect. Fully relaxed in the rest of his body. Breathing deeply.
Rain sounds. Heavy breathing sounds from the rest of us.
Slurping sounds? Hmmm... seemed to be coming from Brittany. She slid around to stand in front of her father - and she was copiously licking her hand and rubbing it on her pussy? Again. Lick and rub. Again. Lick a lot and rub a lot.
Then Brittany flashed an evil smile at us all and in one quick move, she spread her legs and just plopped down on her father's lap. Well. To be more accurate, my daughter flung her thighs open and, facing Dave, impaled herself on her father's hard cock. Just *bang* - balls deep. Stabbing her lubricated cunt with her father's hard cock!!
My brain still didn't register the import of what was happening. I knew, viscerally, that it was erotic to watch this couple in front of me - have coitus - but it didn't hit me that "My daughter is FUCKING her Father - my husband!!"
I mean full-on FUCKING him right there with the other 6 of us watching. Oh my GOD!
I glanced around the table and the universal reaction - including my own - was lust. Pure lust. No judgement. No horror. No, "Oh, my god that shouldn't be happening right here at a kitchen table while a Hurricane is outside." Just... lust.
Brit seemed quite good at what she was doing. Dave was still in an alcohol/massage trance even though his cock was buried in his daughter's naked pussy. Brittany just gently rocked, while pulling her father's hands to her still-covered breasts, helping him massage her full tits.
And we all just watched.
Breathing harder and, in half of the onlookers, getting harder.
Dave started breathing more rapidly and more shallowly as his daughter's pussy worked its magic on his cock.
His eyes fluttered, but Brittany leaned in and pushed my husband's mouth open with her tongue - engaging her father in a very wet, sloppy, make-out session - which naturally lead him to close his eyes again: standard make-out procedure: you don't kiss with your eyes open.
And we watched.
And it just got to be too much for me. Just too hot. Too erotic. Too real. And my little pussy-voice took over.
I stripped my dress off over my head and threw it - somewhere, then spread my legs and found the nearest cock that was available. No lubrication needed, thank you, there was plenty between my lips already.
My eyes were glued to my copulating husband and daughter and I *needed* a hard cock in my own hungry pussy and I found one, hugged the owner, sitting in a chair, naked, and I kept staring at the fuck scene across the table - while I slowly slid my pussy down onto this beautiful, sweet cock. This COCK I'd found. This stiff, rubbery, thick-enough COCK. And I matched my daughter's lewd show: slowly sliding up and down, then just rocking back and forth. Enjoying every moment. Reaching back to release the catch on my bra and throwing my bra to follow my dress. Feeling my partner's hands tentatively grab my now-naked tits and knead and massage them. Feeling his lips find my nipples and gently suck and less-gently pinch. Feeling my pussy purr that, once again, it was being very very very naughty.
Because I was fucking my son.
