Disclaimer
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental.
All fictional characters participating in any fictional sexual activity are 18 years of age or older.
This story will span several chapters and will eventually involve wife swapping, cheating, and incest themes. Be warned.
I have no editor, so all grammar errors are mine, and I apologize in advance. If you want to be an editor, let me know.
MMMMMMF, MF, FF, Orgy, Swinging, Wife, bdsm, Exhibitionism, Voyeur, Incest Themes
Chapter 2
The smell of bacon woke me up. Usually it's a pleasant experience, but this morning it was accompanied by the shrill squeal of the smoke alarm, and it certainly didn't smell tasty. I ran out of my room to find the kitchen immersed in smoke to the point I couldn't see to the other side. The light of flames from the stove burned through the haze and I grabbed a dishtowel and snatched the pan from the stove and set it on a trivet and covered it with a pizza pan. I turned off the burner and started walking toward the window when I ran into someone.
"OW!"
"Raine? What are you doing?" I reached out and found her arm in the smoke. I directed her toward the window and reached down to open it.
"I'm sorry, Grampa. I was trying to fix you breakfast." She wouldn't look me in the eye and cowered as though I was about to scold her.
I snatched the smoke alarm from the ceiling and took the battery out as the smoke began to thin. I could see Raine standing there, wearing only a nightshirt that barely came to her crotch. If she were to raise her arms, all would be revealed. If that weren't enough, she had cut the arms off and widened the neck so that it revealed much of her chest. Plenty of side boob showed through the armholes and more than enough cleavage in the neck. Really, the only thing it covered was her nipples and belly.
"Well, I appreciate the thought sweetie, but have you ever cooked bacon before?"
"Of course, I have. But I'm not used to a gas stove. It got hot so fast."
"Kind of like me," I said with a wink. "That's what I like about it."
She giggled. "Grampa!"
"Hey, are we on fire?" My grandsons Graham and Ash both made their way into the kitchen.
"Not anymore." I answered without taking my eyes from Raine. Even in the smoke, she was beautiful, and I felt my cock react. Unfortunately, I was still wearing the boxers I filled last night, and the dried cum was pulling the hairs out of my skin. I needed to get cleaned up. "Get dressed. We're going to Waffle House."
The boys squealed and ran back toward their room, but Raine lingered. "But I wanted to surprise you."
"Oh, you did," in more ways than one I finished in my mind. "It's the thought that counts. I really appreciate the effort. Of course, you'll be cleaning this up when we get back. Now go get dressed. You can't expect the cooks to do their job if you show up dressed like that."
"Grampa!" She swatted at me before she wrapped her arms around me, drawing me into a hug, and forcing her breasts to flatten against my stomach. "I love you, Grampa."
"I love you, too, sweetie." I leaned down to kiss her forehead, but she lifted her face at the last moment, planting her lips against mine. It was just a brief kiss, but I'd never kissed her lips before. She'd "give me sugar" on my cheek, and I would kiss her cheek and forehead. Her lips were soft and pliant. Moist and warm. She didn't pucker up, but neither did she open her mouth. It was a chaste kiss, but it made me want more. I pulled back instead. She refused to let me go, instead she just looked up at me for a forever moment.
"Well," I cleared my throat, "let's, ah, get ready to go. Those waffles aren't going to eat themselves."
"Oh, but if they could, you know they would." The joke was bright in her eyes.
We both laughed before we separated and headed for our respective rooms.
Where did Raine get that video of me and Shelly? That question refused to leave my head all morning. In fact, it was only the burned bacon that kept me from thinking about it when I first awoke. The last time I saw that tape was before my divorce. In fact, I thought I had destroyed all the videos Shelly and I made before the divorce. We got the idea to record ourselves after we watched a particularly bad porno movie we rented. I made the off-hand comment that I could make a better movie than this one. Shelly looked at me for a moment.
"Why don't we?"
"What?"
"Why don't we make our own? We can shoot at the next party. You know the Blases would be on board. So would the Williamses." She looked like she'd given this some thought.
"You wouldn't mind?"
"Oh, honey, it would be hot. And we could watch it as many times as we want. Besides, camcorder prices are real cheap now. It makes sense."
So we bought a VHS camcorder and several boxes of tapes. We practiced filming each other, but quickly got bored with that. We tried a tripod, but with only one stationary camera angle, the resulting video wasn't worth watching. We needed to tape someone or have someone tape us.
We had joined a swinger club in the city and had been to a couple of parties, making friends with several couples. We called Bill and Cindy Williams and invited them over for a party. After dinner and conversation, we asked them if they had ever taped themselves and they hadn't, but they liked the idea. It helped that we were friends and they trusted us.
In short order, Cindy and Shelly were on the bed making out and touching and caressing each other. Bill was sitting in a chair at the foot of the bed, and I was working the camera. Shelly trailed kisses down Cindy's neck to her chest, lingering at her large breasts. Cindy had the largest breast I have ever seen, much less touched. A solid 48EEE of all natural, still firm tit-flesh begging to be suckled and squeezed, and I was always happy to oblige. As was Shelly. Even though, at 34B, Shelly had nothing to be ashamed about in the chest department, she learned to love playing with large breasts and didn't feel inferior at all. We often wrestled with who got to suck on which nipple. Cindy loved it.
I was zooming in on how she worked Cindy's nipples with her tongue, alternating between that and biting and pulling. Shelly used both hands to scoop up as much of Cindy's breast as she could--one hand could not contain them--as she feasted. Meanwhile Shelly's right thigh was grinding on Cindy's pantie-covered crotch. I pulled back and panned down Shelly's back, following the contours of her tight muscles, until I saw the strap of her thong dipping between her ass-cheeks. The light caught it just right to highlight the darkness of the soaked fabric over her leaking pussy. As I moved to the other side of the bed, Bill got up and began stroking Shelly's tight ass with his hands. She purred into Cindy's breast and pushed her ass against his hand, urging him on.
Suddenly, he pulled his hand back and smacked her right cheek, making the flesh jiggle and redden. Shelly yelped in surprise, but then she groaned, enticing Bill to do it again. Another smack made her groan louder, and she cried out at the third one. "God, yes. Spank me!"
I never knew she like spankings. She never told me or indicated she wanted me to. I mean, we had our High-Five thing, but that was just play, not S&M. But she seemed to really enjoy Bill's spanking. He let his fingers linger on her ass between swats, stroking the moist skin between her cheeks, pushing the damp fabric of her thong into her pussy. I focused the lens of the camera on that action, temporarily forgetting the tit sucking happening at the other end of the bed. I think Shelly was forgetting that, too.
Cindy was not, however. She grabbed Shelly's head with one hand and slapped her face with one of her tits before jamming the nipple back into Shelly's mouth. "That's it. Suck my tit," she commanded. "Bite it. Harder!"
Cindy gathered both of her breasts in her hands and held them together, alternating feeding each nipple to my wife who eagerly suckled whichever one was closest. After a few moments of this, Cindy trapped Shelly's face between them, holding her there like she was trying to suffocate her until Shelly started jerking her head back and forth between those tits, causing ripples to cascade across each one. I'd heard of motorboating, but this was the first time I'd ever witnessed it.
