Bryan woke up the next morning, lying naked on his hotel bed. Was he hungover, still drunk, coming down, aroused? He never bothered to clean off the cum that had now dried on his hand and belly.
Then there was the image coursing through his mind-- his wife Jenni, riding his father to a powerful orgasm. As the fantasy came back to him, he found himself getting hard again. What was it? Why did the idea of his wife having sex with another man, his father, in fact, turn him on?
But, maybe, most important of all, should he care? It's best not to examine and explain sexual kinks and fantasies, they say, and he does enjoy the idea. At times, his wife's sexual drive felt like a hurricane, raging and unable to control. Even at his best, there was little to do to tame it. But what if her desires could be fulfilled? What if she released all her passion with another man, and what if Bryan could manage? It's fun, Jenni likes it, too; so, why care what others think? He's not weak, less of a man, out of control, to admit what he likes.
Bryan was relieved to finally have this all out in the open. He had years of the fantasy, watching the porn, reading online stories, of men sharing their partners, but kept it all to himself. When Jenni would ask what his deepest fantasies were, he usually demurred and admitted something inconsequential. Maybe that's why their sex life was in a bit of a doldrum. He was not being completely honest and, at times, felt threatened by her open and aggressive sexuality. Could they now be fully open with each other?
But what exactly did they fantasize about last night-- did he really order his father to cum inside her? Then he began to wonder, could he actually go through it when the time came? Thinking about indulging in the fantasy got him even harder. Maybe he could go through with it. Maybe he had gone through with it already. What if his dad actually fucked her last night? His dick was now-fully engorged, begging to be touched.
He reached for the hotel lotion and began stroking himself. In his lust, he texted Jenni, "is your pussy sore from his big dick last night?" He imagined her screaming for his father's cock, talking about how big it was, with him watching from the side. As he got closer, his phone dinged with a text from Jenni.
"Yes but so worth it. His cum is still leaking out, even his loads are bigger."
He whacked himself off one last time, picturing his father railing his wife doggie style.
Jenni was dealing with a whole separate mix of emotions. In reality, she had cheated, been unfaithful, in perhaps the most taboo manner-- with her husband's own father. In fact, she was still lying with him in their marriage bed, having drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. While engaging in this illicit affair, Jenni pushed the guilt to the back of her mind, hoping that with time and distance, and letting it be the darkest secret she would take to her grave, there would be no consequences. But Bryan's actions threw that whole plan into doubt. Did he actually wish for Jenni to sleep with his father, would he want to be present when it happened? How does one even broach the subject? And what was that text about? Did he suspect-- and approve?
She looked over. Douglass's large cock was stiff, while he remained peacefully asleep. As Jenni pondered the impact of all that had transpired, she subconsciously reached out and started stroking his dick. Wakefulness slowly returned to Douglass.
"Morning," he said, still in his sleepy state.
"Morning to you, too," she replied.
"I've missed waking up with someone."
Jenni had to admit how sweet he was. Absent all the sexual taboo of the last few days, he was still a lonely man, feeling the embrace of another. Slowly, she moved her hand up his body and began tracing the outline of his chest, dancing her fingers across his body.
"I'm glad we've had this time...but..." she said, pausing before dropping the melancholy news. "Bryan will be back tonight."
"Do you think we should put on some clothes when he arrives?" Douglass asked.
"No, Bryan knows we're like this. I don't want him to get suspicious."
The word 'suspicious' put everything into stark relief. No longer could this be an innocent fling, but duplicity was now required.
"Right, right, the elephant in the room," Douglass said.
"So that's what you call your cock?" Jenni replied, through a giggle.
Douglass let out a loud laugh. "Not just the sex, but I am gonna miss your dirty sense of humor."
"It was fun, and you're such an amazing lover, but maybe it's about time you go out and find someone," she replied.
He looked at her with real love and affection. "You're amazing in your own right, you've shown me things I didn't know were possible. Can't imagine another woman could compete with that."
The exclusivity of his desire was charming, but a part of her wished he could keep exploring his newfound sexual side. "Maybe later we can get up to something, but a little break couldn't hurt."
He now wrapped his arm around her naked form, breathing her in, letting them melt together, one last time. She was so smooth, sexual, full-figured yet athletic and fit. Could this really be the last time they're together like this? Then Douglass recalled the events of the past evening, and the devil awoke in him.
"Do you think...Bryan actually wants to share you?" he asked, with a matter-of-fact yet devilish tone.
Jenni reflected. She'd been wondering the same, too. Bryan wasn't doing some light playing or teasing, he was asking for a deep and intense hotwife scenario. And there was no hesitation from him, his fantasy got more and more detailed as the night wore on.
"I really don't know, it was a powerful moment, huh? But reality is different from fantasy. Why? Do you think you could perform like that?" she replied.
A slight smile crept up in Douglass. "I'm a little ashamed how fun it felt."
"I know the feeling," she said, also with a light chuckle.
They lay there, both fantasizing the same thing, without speaking a word to each other.
Instinctively again, Jenni reached down and grabbed his firm erection. "Hey, this was fun, but I think we both know."
"It may not happen again," Douglass finished the thought.
Jenni nodded.
"At least I can keep seeing you like this, and remember," Douglass said.
"Me, too," she replied.
And whether it was guilt, or the sadness of losing such a lover, Jenni teared up slightly.
"Whaddaya say, one blowjob for the road?" she asked.
Douglass smiled, and kissed her deeply. As his tongue explored her mouth, she stroked his cock.
She slid her form down his body, and lightly kissed the tip of his dick. She traced her tongue up and down his powerful shaft, reveling in each inch to the last. The ease at which she could manipulate this oversized member, surprised even her. She proceeded to give him a tender, loving, blowjob, letting him finish in her mouth. She swallowed his cum and kissed him for maybe the last time.
It was early evening by the time Bryan was driving back from the airport. He was unsure if both his father, Douglass, and Jenni would be naked on his arrival, still indulging in a nudist lifestyle together. Part of him wished that would not be the case. Maybe it would be best for everyone to be clothed, to have some normal family interactions, and see where everything is in a few days. But...what if they were naked? What if they were cuddling innocently on the couch, and his father's penis started to grow...no, banish the thought. Perhaps the best course of action would be to tamp down all sexual talk and activities, and let their lives return to normal.
Jenni and Douglass were on the couch, naked, when Bryan arrived. At the first sound of the door opening, she bounded up to greet him.
She embraced him. "It's good to have you home."
"Good to be home. You know, this nudist thing is still new to me, but what a way to be greeted."
