There are hundreds, if not thousands of naked photos of my wife and I. I have asked for countless inappropriate selfies. I have taken more than my share of her naked and sucking my cock. I've walked in on her while she was texting men her naked flesh. I've also shared her photos with other people, jacking off in bed when I was alone and horny with them. She has also texted me from other men's bedrooms. Smartphones, high sex drives and sometimes some poor choices made this all fairly inevitable. So it's not like we were necessarily adverse to being on camera. What we had managed to avoid up to that point, with some luck involved, was our intimate moments not being shared with the world. No leaked sex photos. Nothing uploaded to where they shouldn't be. The risk was there. The thrill was too. But our openness somehow remained relatively private.
But the feeling one gets in the pit of their stomach. The feeling that is more often right than wrong. Well, it was overwhelming at that moment. I could only imagine the view the man at the door had. My ass, straddling over top this tiny little tattooed girl. My cock, half hard and draped over her wet cunt. Her little face and mine both looking backwards, sex and cum both glistening off our mouths, fresh from feeding off the taboo in front of us. Our eyes wide, like deer in the headlights. And a brother and sister still slowly having anal sex. Perhaps unaware of our new visitor, or her brother Mike, just intending to keep his horse cock hard inside his big sisters, big ass. He kept a slow, rhythmic pace. Amy, with her shock presumable worn off, went back to licking her man's cock as it penetrated my wife.
"Of all the pussy in the world, you still insist on fucking your sister?" He laughed, dick still in hand.
"For fuck's sake, close the door." Mike replied. "And keep your voice down.".
While still very confused and feeling somewhat vulnerable, I couldn't help but snicker at the comment about his voice being too loud. Anyone half paying attention more than likely heard what was happening. Perhaps not the incest. Who would imagine such a thing? But definitely people hooking up in the basement. He had walked over to the bed at this point, still recording or taking photos. I felt his hand grab my cock and smack my ass. I flinched. He was very boldly milking my cock from behind, and gently rubbing it on Amy's pussy lips.
"Is this the husband?" He asked, again out loud.
Amy giggled. "That's Ryan. He was going to be our threesome tonight, until all of this happened.".
Ryan? Ryan? Ryan! That name was indeed familiar. A school friend, I believe. And someone else who clearly knew their secret. And I am guessing, had a piece of my wife once upon a time as well. He was handsome, dark haired and very, very tall. He had taken his shirt off, and I admired his stomach, if not what followed down below.
