Part 1 of this story related how my husband Jim's dad came to stay with us for a few weeks in the summer. Jim Senior had lost his wife Edith a year or so earlier and hadn't adapted well to being without her. He was listless and didn't exhibit the will to live. However, he perked up when he had come to visit with us. Being around his son was certainly part of it, but seeing me really seemed to catch his interest and improve his disposition. My husband told me that his dad liked seeing me move around. In short, Daddy liked his daughter-in-law's body. We had a routine where we would gather for breakfast before Jim went off to work. I was usually 'informally' dressed, wearing my nightgown or shorts, sometimes without a bra. When I heard about his dad's reaction to me from my husband, I said I would dress more conservatively, but Jim told me not to. He said it was doing wonders for his dad's disposition. I figured that if he wanted to look at me and it made him feel good, let him look.
Well, it didn't end with just him looking, ogling my tits through my nightgowns and my ass cheeks under my shorts. One day, he boldly came up behind me and grabbed my tits, first through my shirt, but then the next day, he reached under my clothes and fondled my bare breasts. I could feel his hard dick pressing against my butt when he held me. Well, the following day, he fucked me, sliding his dick between my thighs in the kitchen. I enjoyed it and we ended up in bed all day. Things continued with Jim Senior fucking me every day, sometimes twice. My husband knew about all this. I told him and he was okay with the old goat fucking his son's wife. Jim would do me again at night. I had never gotten so much sex and was thoroughly enjoying fucking Jim and his daddy.
Dad was an amateur painter and convinced me to pose for a nude painting. I spent a few hours lying nude while he captured my body on canvas.
We were having a wonderful time, but his time with us was coming to an end. Jim's brother Martin and wife Felicia were going to have dad visit them next. Felicia came to visit a few days before her husband.
Dad and Jim were golfing (not fishing as I had thought) the first day of Felicia's visit. She and I got into some wine and THC gummies. One thing led to another, and we ended up in bed together. I had suspected that Felicia liked women in addition to her husband. It was true. We spent the afternoon in bed, eating each other's pussies.
She had seen my nude painting and I had confided to her that I had been having sex with my husband's father. She told me that Jim Senior had come-on to her too, during a previous visit. He had told both of us that we reminded him of his wife Edith. It had been impossible for me to refuse his advances when he said that having his cock in my pussy reminded him of being in his wife's pussy. He'd said the same things to Felicia. She and I laughed about how we had fallen for his line of BS.
Well, the previous chapter related what had happened after Felica and I had been in bed all afternoon. We took a shower together. We'd lost track of time and my husband Jim came home and walked into our bathroom to find Felicia and I, both naked. He'd never seen her naked before and was pleasantly amazed at the sight of her sensuous body. She was aroused from having sex with me and consuming the gummies. She knelt before my husband and sucked his cock. We continued with Felicia joining me and Jim in bed. Jim fucked her.
When we were in bed that night, I watched in the dim light, as my husband fucked his sister-in-law. They were beautiful, with my husband mounted between her legs, pumping his hips with his cock buried in her pussy. He nibbled on her pretty tits and they kissed tenderly while they made love. I knew I would be obligated to screw Felicia's husband, Jim's brother, Martin. The prospect excited me; Martin was a very attractive man. I'd only had sex with Jim before his dad had become my first extramarital partner; I was expanding my roster of sexual companions.
I watched Jim and Felicia and I got hornier with each stroke of my husband's cock. When he finally finished and rolled off his brother's wife, I wanted to sample the remnants of their love-making. I went to my husband's pelvis and found his limp, soggy dick lying against his hip. I nuzzled it, then took it into my mouth, sucking their combined juices from my man's penis. I tasted and smelled her cunt on him.
Then I moved to her. My husband's semen was dripping out of her. I had the unique and rare pleasure of licking my husband's cum from another woman's cunt. How many of you readers can say you've done that? Her pubic hair was matted with the stuff and a stream of semen had dribbled down into her ass crack. I licked her perineum, the little space between her asshole and her vagina, then swirled my tongue around the rim of her vagina, tasting my husband's cum mixed with her juices. I inhaled the scent of sex from her crotch.
We spent the night with him wedged between two naked women. He seemed to be quite content in his sleep. His dreams couldn't have been better than when he was awake.
I woke first in the morning and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. I deliberately wore only a thin short nightgown that came to mid-thigh, no panties. I heard Jim moving around in the bathroom. I went in to see Felicia and offered to let her to wear one of my housecoats. When she started to put her underwear on, I suggested she leave them off. I lifted my nightgown and showed her my bare pussy.
Jim ate breakfast. There was silence between he and Felicia. They both were being careful not to say too much with his father there. Jim picked up his briefcase and went to the door. I kissed him goodbye and he lifted the back of my nightie, exposing my bare ass to his father and sister-in-law. He said, "Save some for me." and left for work. He planned to pick-up his brother Martin at the airport in the afternoon. Martin was flying in after a business trip.
That left Felicia and me with Daddy. We were both flouncing around, our bodies wiggling under our meager clothing. Daddy was sitting at the table in our small kitchen watching intently.
I said to him, "I understand you used the line on Felicia of how she reminded you of Edith. You're pretty slick for an old guy."
He said, "I was young once. I meant it, you both remind me of Edith."
Felicia said, "How? We both had tits and pussies, is that it?"
He smiled and said to me, "Yes, but you felt the same as she did when my dick was inside you."
Felicia acted surprised and said, "You old goat. You fucked your son's wife. What a nasty old man."
He said, "Maybe you'd like a little too."
Felicia laughed at him and asked, "Show me what you've got down there."
Jim Senior stood and opened his pajama bottoms, showing her his hard dick.
Felicia moved over and took it in her hand and said, "Now this reminds me of my husband."
She continued to fondle his dick and balls. I walked up behind her and grabbed the front of the housecoat. It had snaps all the way up the front so when I pulled on it, all the snaps popped free and her entire frontal anatomy was exposed. Daddy admired her lean, soft body. He put his face between her grapefruit-sized tits and nuzzled her nipples. His fingers touched the soft tuft of hair that formed a triangle at the top of her pussy. She reached down into his lap and gripped his penis. Without saying a word, she pulled him by his prick and he rose to his feet. She kept her grip on the hard cock and led him down the hall to the bedrooms. I followed.
When they reached the bedroom, Felicia sat on the bed and pulled Senior to her. She let his shorts drop to the floor and took his hard cock into her mouth.
She looked up at him and asked, "Did Mamma ever do this for you?"
He nodded that she did.
Felicia sucked his dick into her mouth, coating it with her saliva. Her hands played with his balls.
I approached and pulled his shirt off his shoulders, then stripped off my nightgown. I kissed him while Felicia focused on his dick.
He said, "You girls remind me a lot of Edith."
We laughed at his line of bullshit, although he'd said his wife did suck his cock.
He detected our skepticism and said, "Edith had a little sister." He left the rest of the sentence to our imagination, implying that at one time, he'd had two women at once.
