Author's notes and disclaimers;
this is the first story I've submitted. It is an original work and has a strong incest theme. If this offends, feel free to read something else. All characters are 18 years or older.
Thanks are given to both teknight and andrea4328 for taking the time to edit this, especially teknight, whose comments I consider invaluable.
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Sheryl loved her new Prius. He'd been lavish with his gifts lately, so she suspected he was having an affair with one of his pretty young assistants, again. Sheryl sighed. It had been her suggestion that he take a lover years ago. He had been so insatiable in his desire for her, and she so sore and tired from what seemed like non-stop sex, that she finally admitted she couldn't keep up. "Baby, you need to find a second woman so my poor pussy has some time off to recuperate." Bill had been surprised, hurt, and reluctant. In the end she'd gotten him to agree, with a few conditions. Sheryl would fuck her husband at least four nights a week. Any gifts given to any of his mistresses or girlfriends would be matched by a gift for his wife, of greater or equal value. The affairs had to remain discrete, especially for the sake of their two children. And he wasn't to ever ignore or sacrifice time away from his family for whoever the fuck of the month was.
It worked out surprisingly well. Bill continued to be a wonderful and considerate lover, husband & father. Sheryl's pussy got the R&R time she needed and a nice collection of expensive jewelry. Lately she'd begun getting turned on at the notion of Bill's big dick stretching out some pretty twenty-something's cunt. Actually this was her current masturbation fantasy, something she'd been doing a lot more of as her sex drive had ramped up when she had hit her mid thirties. In fact, she wanted to watch her husband fuck one of his pretty little sluts while she was in the room, but kept losing her nerve every time she thought about bringing it up. She had never been sexually adventurous, and felt more than a little shame about wanting to explore. Sheryl pulled into the driveway, the Prius's electric motor stopping silently behind Bill's sedan.
"I wonder what he's doing home so early." Sheryl thought to herself. Her original plans for the day had fallen through. Neither her husband nor children would expect her home until dinner. Jimmy and a couple of his friends had decided to go to a MLB game that afternoon and wouldn't be home until late in the evening. Tiffany would be hanging out with her friends and rarely was home before dinner. Jimmy and Tiffany were 'Irish Twins' born eight months apart. Tiffany had been a premature birth, after which Sheryl had, had her tubes tied. Bill rarely worked late on Fridays, but was almost never home this early on a Friday either.
"Maybe he's fucking some young thing right now," Sheryl thought, the images of her husband's oversized tool pistoning in and out of some girl's cunt sent a thrill through her body, her nipples hardening and a warm moistness suffusing her sex. Avoiding the garage, Sheryl crept around to the back yard and quietly unlocked the patio door, letting herself in. She found her stealth unnecessary. As soon as she opened the door, the sounds of a girl being fucked good and hard washed over her. The loud moans, gasps and cries turned the moistness of her sex into a flood of wetness dripping into her panties, which were rapidly becoming soaked. Her nipple now so engorges that the lacy material of her bra felt rough, pleasurable to the point of pain that further flamed her arousal.
Sheryl quickly stepped out of her shoes, pulled off her wet panties, and unclasped her bra, letting the silken fabric of her shirt free to move over her large (34DD) breasts, sending more jolts of pleasure directly to her now throbbing clit. Silently she stole down the hall, tracking the sounds to their source. Unexpectedly, they were emanating, not from the master bedroom, but from Tiffany's bedroom, the door of which was wide open.
"Playing at some father daughter fantasy with his newest assistant, what's her name, Ashley," Sheryl chuckled to herself as the screams of "Fuck me daddy, fuck me with your horse cock, make me cum, fuck me hard daddy," streamed out with increasing intensity and volume. Creeping toward the open door, so as not to be seen, she saw the two copulating on her daughter's bed.
Her husband Bill was buck naked, sitting on the bed facing the full length mirror on their daughter's closet door. Her nude daughter, scarcely eighteen, was sitting impaled on her father's cock also facing the mirror. Bill had his hands under the crook of his daughter's knees, holding her legs up and apart, and using his well muscled arms to lift his daughter's body and slam her cunt on his towering tool. Tiffany had her arms over her head, draped around her father's neck. Her cries of pleasure suddenly silenced when her father let loose her legs, wrapped one arm around her and used his other hand to grab a lock of her long brown hair, bringing her mouth to his in a long, passionate kiss.
The kiss ended and Bill used his control of Tiffany's head to force her to look directly into the mirror, meeting his own reflection, so they were looking into each other's eyes.
