My name is ... well that doesn't matter. What does matter is that I am 30 years old, 6'2, 175 lbs. my wife is notable magazine editor, Melissa Frost. She is 17 years my senior. Our marriage was the result of Missy's mid-life crisis, after her 80 yr old husband died of heart failure; while in bed with his 55 yr old nurse. You see, although Missy had produced 3 children for the rich old fart, she was a cold fish in bed, motionless and mostly unresponsive. Missy certainly didn't wait very long for we married 6 months later.
I keep Missy happy by looking good on her arm, ensuring her children are cared for, and pretending we have a healthy sexual relationship; or any sexual relationship for that matter. In fact, I was encouraged to find a discrete mistress among the house staff. I found a willing participant in our dog walker Jane, who was straddling the revolving kitchen counter beneath me.
The house was empty save for me. Missy's children: Mitchell and Marcel were visiting an aunt on their father's side, & Melinda was off at boarding school. Her Frostiness was on a business trip to London for a conference. While she was probably drifting off to sleep in her suite at The Dorchester, I had our dog walker, her nipples on the cold granite countertop with 6 of my 11 inches buried in her ass.
Jane was the 23 yr old granddaughter of the aging heiress next door. With a pair of tits that looked fit to burst out of every top she'd wear, and the plumpest ass in the county, Jane Westland was perfect. She was young, flexible, she fucked like a 1st rate whore, and knew to keep quiet.
When I began to drill her asshole more vigorously, I thought I saw movement in the corner of my eye. I became distracted when the little whore squeezed my cock with her puckered hole. I immediately pulled out of her ass, spun her around and fed her my dick, fucking her throat before I spun her back around and filled her cunt with spunk. I groaned in ecstasy as spurt after spurt of my cum painted her walls. I gave Jane's ass a smack when the sassy bitch wiggled her ass on my sensitive cock. We both started when we heard a throat clear behind us.
My 18 year old stepdaughter Melinda and one of her friends from school were seated in the breakfast nook avidly watching as I spun around to look at them, my dick popping out of Jane audibly. Still clothed in the royal blue uniform of Halston Preparatory Academy, my lust-fogged brain noted the way perky strawberry blonde Melinda's curly golden hair spiraled down her shoulders and came to rest on her 36Cs. Melinda stared, smirking; while her little friend, Abbi if memory serves, sat with her jaw dropped. My dick jumped an inch when I thought about shoving it in her warm if barely legal, mouth.
"...Melinda. You're home a few months early."
"Now father is that any way to treat your favorite stepchild? Aren't you going to welcome me home?" She simpered.
"What have you done this time?" I responded noticing Jane had passed out in a puddle of her own cum.
"We were suspended."
"You know I have to tell your mother, right?"
"Couldn't you just forget to mention I've been suspended? If you do I won't tell her I found you giving the dog walker a thorough cavity search on the kitchen counter."
My conniving stepdaughter thought she had me. Her smirk died on her lips when I chuckled into her confused face.
"Nice try, young lady. Your mother is well aware of my... hobby. I'm far more interested in why my favorite stepdaughter has come home from school 5 months early."
