Old&Young My widowed father in law - Part 2
Part 2
Secretly it was a crazy, but also kind of tingling thought, I thought. "What do you think I should wear?" I replied to my husband. He just shrugged his shoulders and said I should just come up with something. "What do you think of the black and white skirt, a pair of nice stockings and the white silk blouse" I helped him out of his embarrassment. He got up and came around the table and hugged me. "I love you, more than you can ever imagine," he whispered in my ear. Then he went to work and I went upstairs to the bedroom to pick out a suitable outfit. When I left the house at 8:30 a.m., I looked again briefly in the mirror. "Hmm", I thought to myself, "you can really be seen": an already very short, black and white checked skirt, black hold-up stockings with silver threads, the ends of which you could see when I bent down. The white, slightly transparent silk blouse with the cleavage that is actually much too deep, which I had bought once, but was cut too low for me and therefore had never been worn. Pushing my thumb on the bell of my father-in-law, I now had a somewhat queasy feeling in the stomach area because I couldn't judge how and whether he would react to it. What if he resented me for dressing like this? What if he calls me a bitch? What if......? He opened the door and I greeted him with a "Hello Georg", gave him a hug and, as always, gave him a peck on the cheek ... "Ohhh, you look very chic today, do you have anything else to do"? he asked me in astonishment. "No," I answered him. "I might want to go shopping in town later". We went together into the living room, where I put my handbag. "What do you think I could clean the large living room window and dust the closet today" My father-in-law sat in an armchair and said I could assess what had to be done much better. He wouldn't disturb me and read the newspaper in peace. So Georg sat down on the couch with his newspaper, I took the little stepladder and put it behind the sofa so I could clean the window. Georg was sitting to the side of me and it was clear to me that he could see my legs in stockings when I climbed the ladder. I felt a slight vibration in my loin area as I took the rag and bucket and climbed onto the top rung.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see that Georg was looking at me and that he swallowed when I stretched to reach the upper window frame. "Be careful that you don't fall down," he said in a husky voice. I assumed he was looking at my bum while doing it. Slowly I started to enjoy it, somehow it tempted me to provoke my father-in-law. "No no, don't worry, I'll be careful. And if you can catch me," I grinned and stretched myself up a little more. I stood on tiptoe with one leg and lifted the other a little. Georg saw my bottom with certainty. I was sure that he should see my panties that way too. A bit of horniness spread in me ...... I nervously wiped the frame, always tried to pose so that I believed that he got enough to see. Georg started a casual conversation with me, but I noticed that he could hardly concentrate on our conversation. "It's actually a nice sight to watch you cleaning your windows," he said suddenly. "Such an attractive woman on the ladder. I don't think anyone has such an attractive cleaning lady like me, with such beautiful legs, in such beautiful stockings". I noticed that my face was blushing and quickly climbed off the ladder again. Well wait, I thought to myself: I stood next to him and bent over to wash the chamois in the bucket. Now he had to have an unobstructed view of my blouse, which was cut too low. And I granted it to him. Several times I dipped the rag into the water and wringed it out again. I could feel his eyes looking deep into the neckline, and I have to admit, I enjoyed that he was looking there. Last time I was so "clumsy" because of the tension that I wet the whole blouse in the front. "Damn," I scolded, but I had to laugh inside. "Now I'm soaking wet". Georg stared spellbound at the now completely transparent blouse. "Wait a minute, I'll get you a towel," he said. "Oh well, that's no use to me either. She's soaking wet," I replied to him. My heart was pounding with excitement when I asked him "I just have to throw them in the dryer? I can't walk around like that". I was aware that Georg would consider my idea to be a very "good" one. "Come on," he said and led me into the bathroom. Once there, I unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it off my shoulders. Now I was just standing in front of my husband's father in my bra. An unusual, for many a "perverse" situation. But I have to admit that I liked it at that moment, even excited me. I turned around and looked at Georg. "You look nice," he said as he handed me the towel.
A little embarrassed, I answered with a quiet "Thank you" and threw my blouse in the dryer. My father-in-law said it would take a good half an hour for the blouse to dry and asked if he should give me something else to wear. "If you don't mind that I'm just walking around in front of you in my bra, then I don't need anything, you've seen me in a bikini before". I looked at him with a mischievous grin. "No, it doesn't bother me, on the contrary. You don't have to look the other way," he replied with a slight grin and gently stroked my cheek with the back of his hand. That touch was almost like an electric shock. it flashed hot through my entire body. I had to wonder about myself. We went back into the living room, and when he wanted to get past me, his hand brushed my bottom, then my stomach. He looked at me questioningly, but I just smiled and winked at him. "Come on, otherwise I won't be able to cope with the closet" I said and went ahead. I took the stepladder again and put it in front of the large living room cupboard and asked my father-in-law to fetch me some fresh water. When he came back I was already upstairs and took the bucket. I held out my bum provocatively as I washed up the closet. I liked this game and I got the idea of telling my husband about today's events. He could see my thighs, the neck of the hold ups. My legs started shaking, I was so excited. When I tried to bend down to wet the rag with fresh water, I almost fell off the ladder. I could just hold on to the closet. Georg got up and came to me, stopped next to the little ladder and said a little mischievously: "I think I'd rather hold you tight. Not that you will fall here and break your bones." "he added with a smile. The right hand was on my bum, the left he put the front of my stockinged legs and held me like that. I purposely moved more intensely back and forth so that I could feel his hands as they were on me "That feels almost as if you are not wearing any underwear ..." said Georg a little stretched out. "Just say, I'm right"? I felt his thumb in my notch as I turned to the side and looked at him from above. "You know what I'm wearing, or do you want to tell me that you haven't seen it yet," I countered with a trembling voice. "You already saw my panties" I added again and pressed my butt a little more towards him. "Yes, I thought so, only I couldn't really see him," answered me my father-in-law bold. His right hand was now resting exactly on the hem of my skirt, and I felt a finger slip under the skirt. I asked him with a dry throat what we could do about it. He swallowed twice in excitement before whispering almost inaudibly "Then show me your panties again". I looked at him startled, but with trembling fingers, nervous as a teenager, I just pulled my skirt up over my bottom. Oh god, it shot in my head, what was I doing? I could hear him take a hiss of air. "God is exciting," he said softly and stroked my bare bottom with his right hand. It felt so velvety, I barely felt the touch. I closed my eyes, leaned my head back and felt his caressing hand. With his fingertips he traced the contours of my body. From the tailbone down to almost my already wet pussy, and back up again. His left hand also started moving, traced the fabric edge of my thong on the inside of my thighs, scurried over the front of my panties. With my mouth half open I stood on the ladder and enjoyed the touch of my father-in-law on my ass and my almost dripping pussy. I saw the big bump in his blue trousers and could only guess what kind of device was hidden underneath. Georg played in the meantime with his right hand on my buttocks, stroking my rosette again and again. The thumb of the other hand was directly on my clit, which he began to massage lightly all around. I felt the juice starting to pour out of my cunt into my panties, which he should also notice right away. Then he took two fingers and pressed them together with the silk string lightly into my cunt. I groaned and tried a little more to spread my legs on the ladder. Georg had probably now felt that my panties were already very wet, and stroked my thumb harder over my clit while the other hand massaged my butt. I melted ..... Suddenly the dryer hummed. We both woke up from our lust. "You're crazy," he grinned at me, and gave me a light pat on my bottom. I ran the back of my hand over his bulge in his pants. "And you're pretty cheeky for your age," I replied boldly. I went into the bathroom to the still humming dryer and turned it off. When I bent down to take my blouse out of the dryer, I noticed that Georg must have followed, already standing right behind me. I felt his left hand on my bum as the other made its way forward over my stomach to mine
Breasts made. "You don't need that under your blouse, do you"? he left cheeky. I turned to my father-in-law and, for whatever reason, reached back to open the bra. I just let him fall on the floor, and now stood in front of him with bare breasts. "Do you like what you see"? I asked him and put his hand on my tits. My old father-in-law stroked my bosom with a tenderness that gave me goose bumps and my nipples suddenly stood up stiff and firm. I shuddered with pleasure and strange desire filled me. Georg moistened his thumb and forefinger with saliva and gently circled my hard nipples. I began to breathe faster again, my hand looking for the bulge in his pants, found it and started rubbing it through his pants. Just to guess what a big part had to hide there let my juices flow again. I was so wet it almost felt like I had peed in my panties. In the meantime Georg was also breathing audibly in and out. He caressed my tits, twirled my nipples gently and gently ran the other hand through my column, rubbed the string between my labia, and made my knees sway. I squeezed and massaged his now really stiff penis through his pants, while he had pushed my thong to the side and was massaging my pussy. In my merciless lust I forgot that it was my husband's father who fingered me. He was hugging me now, his hand had pushed my panties almost completely to the side and he pushed me first two, then three fingers into me. Fortunately, Georg held me tight, otherwise I would probably have sunk to the ground out of sheer delight.
When the doorbell rang all of a sudden, my heart almost stopped in shock, and if my cunt had been able to, it would have screamed NO as he withdrew and went to the door. "Sorry," he said. "This is definitely the post, I am expecting an urgent registered letter". When Georg came back, I was just fastening the last button on my blouse. He took me in his arms and pressed another tender kiss on my lips. "I'm looking forward to the next time," he breathed. "But I still have one for you, please", he added with a smile, almost shyly, "The wet panties, do you really want to take them with you"? I laughed at him, took off the soggy thong and gave it to my father-in-law. He took it, squeezed it, and buried his nose in it. He blushed when I looked at him. "You smell so heavenly," he whispered. "Have fun with it, I'll be back soon". Then I kissed his mouth again and went to the door. When he went out, he briefly grabbed my bottom again. "Yes, see you soon" he said goodbye to me. I drove home excited, confused, confused. What did I do? To let my father-in-law touch me, to have provoked him, and also to grab his tail ... Was that still normal? I was very curious what my husband would say about this morning. As I sat in the car and drove home, a thousand things were buzzing through my head. When I finally got home I tried to distract myself, did my housework, tried to read a book and and and and. But I just couldn't get the action with my father-in-law out of my head. I was still horny, like seldom, but at the same time very confused. It was evening at last and it wouldn't be long before my husband got home. I was standing in the kitchen preparing dinner. He came over to me, hugged me from behind, and kissed my cheek. "Hello my darling, how was your day today"? he asked me. "Fine, as always," I replied. Marcus noticed that I wasn't wearing a bra under the silk blouse, which I was still wearing, and that my nipples were standing up cheekily and promptly again. He took my breasts in his hands and held them tight. "Oh, yes," he said excitedly, "how was it with my father today" and pressed himself close to me. Marcus started caressing my chest when I told him about it. He caressed my whole body when I told him that I only dusted the large living room cupboard on the ladder today. I noticed his growing horniness. When he pulled me under my skirt, he happily remarked "Ohhh no panties, I think that's great" "He's still with your father," I breathed. The thought that my father-in-law has my soaked panties in front of his nose and the digging hand of my husband on and in my cunt made me overflow again in seconds. Marcus asked me how it came about that his father had one of my panties and pulled my skirt up over my bum. I clearly noticed how he fiddled with his pants, pulled his already hard cock out of his pants. "He grabbed my skirt when I was standing on the ladder," I gasped as Marcus put on his hard strap. "Aha, and then"? he asked and at the same time thrust his hard cock deep and firm into my dripping grotto. "He touched my pussy, yes he fingered it, pushed my panties aside, and pushed his fingers into my wet pussy," I replied and pressed my butt against him more. "You little horny bitch," my husband moaned and began to fuck me powerfully, wildly and violently. "Yeah," I moaned loudly. "I am not one horny family slut? Come on, fuck me, you little bastard, yes, fuck me really hard. "Marcus raised his hand and clapped my ass hard. I screamed with lust, wanted to be fucked hard and hard." And you, "he asked panting, "Did you have his cock?" Gossip !! Another slap on my ass. My knees went weak, my first orgasm for today rolled through my pelvis. Then the wave collapsed over me. "Yeah," I screamed, "I have had it in my hand. Oh god damn yeah, I jerked off your father's old cock. "Marcus, still standing behind me and pounding his cock in my cunt, screamed for him to come too. He clung to my breasts, chasing his hard thing a few more times deep inside me. He howled like a dog, then I felt how he shot his sperm into my pussy. Just the feeling of feeling it splash inside me, caused my pussy to contract again spasmodically the short but violent quickie we stood sweaty and out of breath in the kitchen. He turned me around and kissed me. "I love you" he said and took me in his arms. "What I've just told you is the truth," I said to Marcus, a little uncertain. "Yes, I know, but I don't mind. Quite the opposite," he replied. Then he lifted my head and added, grinning, "I've never injected so fast. You made me really hot." I smiled at him, "come on, let's eat first," I said and put the things on the table. Over dinner I asked Marcus, embarrassed, if he really didn't mind. He assured me again that it would just make him horny. We talked for a very long time about what I could imagine, why and what makes him horny about it and how far we could go. That night my husband gave me countless orgasms. We had a very fulfilling sex life, but I hadn't seen him so potent, horny and persistent in a long time. I just had to mention his father's name and he kicked off like a bull. Shortly before we fell asleep together, we talked about how far his father would go and that we should invite him over to us soon, since he is always alone.
Hope you like also the 2nd Part - Hope to read your meanings and your comments !
Lovely Yours Julia
Secretly it was a crazy, but also kind of tingling thought, I thought. "What do you think I should wear?" I replied to my husband. He just shrugged his shoulders and said I should just come up with something. "What do you think of the black and white skirt, a pair of nice stockings and the white silk blouse" I helped him out of his embarrassment. He got up and came around the table and hugged me. "I love you, more than you can ever imagine," he whispered in my ear. Then he went to work and I went upstairs to the bedroom to pick out a suitable outfit. When I left the house at 8:30 a.m., I looked again briefly in the mirror. "Hmm", I thought to myself, "you can really be seen": an already very short, black and white checked skirt, black hold-up stockings with silver threads, the ends of which you could see when I bent down. The white, slightly transparent silk blouse with the cleavage that is actually much too deep, which I had bought once, but was cut too low for me and therefore had never been worn. Pushing my thumb on the bell of my father-in-law, I now had a somewhat queasy feeling in the stomach area because I couldn't judge how and whether he would react to it. What if he resented me for dressing like this? What if he calls me a bitch? What if......? He opened the door and I greeted him with a "Hello Georg", gave him a hug and, as always, gave him a peck on the cheek ... "Ohhh, you look very chic today, do you have anything else to do"? he asked me in astonishment. "No," I answered him. "I might want to go shopping in town later". We went together into the living room, where I put my handbag. "What do you think I could clean the large living room window and dust the closet today" My father-in-law sat in an armchair and said I could assess what had to be done much better. He wouldn't disturb me and read the newspaper in peace. So Georg sat down on the couch with his newspaper, I took the little stepladder and put it behind the sofa so I could clean the window. Georg was sitting to the side of me and it was clear to me that he could see my legs in stockings when I climbed the ladder. I felt a slight vibration in my loin area as I took the rag and bucket and climbed onto the top rung.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see that Georg was looking at me and that he swallowed when I stretched to reach the upper window frame. "Be careful that you don't fall down," he said in a husky voice. I assumed he was looking at my bum while doing it. Slowly I started to enjoy it, somehow it tempted me to provoke my father-in-law. "No no, don't worry, I'll be careful. And if you can catch me," I grinned and stretched myself up a little more. I stood on tiptoe with one leg and lifted the other a little. Georg saw my bottom with certainty. I was sure that he should see my panties that way too. A bit of horniness spread in me ...... I nervously wiped the frame, always tried to pose so that I believed that he got enough to see. Georg started a casual conversation with me, but I noticed that he could hardly concentrate on our conversation. "It's actually a nice sight to watch you cleaning your windows," he said suddenly. "Such an attractive woman on the ladder. I don't think anyone has such an attractive cleaning lady like me, with such beautiful legs, in such beautiful stockings". I noticed that my face was blushing and quickly climbed off the ladder again. Well wait, I thought to myself: I stood next to him and bent over to wash the chamois in the bucket. Now he had to have an unobstructed view of my blouse, which was cut too low. And I granted it to him. Several times I dipped the rag into the water and wringed it out again. I could feel his eyes looking deep into the neckline, and I have to admit, I enjoyed that he was looking there. Last time I was so "clumsy" because of the tension that I wet the whole blouse in the front. "Damn," I scolded, but I had to laugh inside. "Now I'm soaking wet". Georg stared spellbound at the now completely transparent blouse. "Wait a minute, I'll get you a towel," he said. "Oh well, that's no use to me either. She's soaking wet," I replied to him. My heart was pounding with excitement when I asked him "I just have to throw them in the dryer? I can't walk around like that". I was aware that Georg would consider my idea to be a very "good" one. "Come on," he said and led me into the bathroom. Once there, I unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it off my shoulders. Now I was just standing in front of my husband's father in my bra. An unusual, for many a "perverse" situation. But I have to admit that I liked it at that moment, even excited me. I turned around and looked at Georg. "You look nice," he said as he handed me the towel.
A little embarrassed, I answered with a quiet "Thank you" and threw my blouse in the dryer. My father-in-law said it would take a good half an hour for the blouse to dry and asked if he should give me something else to wear. "If you don't mind that I'm just walking around in front of you in my bra, then I don't need anything, you've seen me in a bikini before". I looked at him with a mischievous grin. "No, it doesn't bother me, on the contrary. You don't have to look the other way," he replied with a slight grin and gently stroked my cheek with the back of his hand. That touch was almost like an electric shock. it flashed hot through my entire body. I had to wonder about myself. We went back into the living room, and when he wanted to get past me, his hand brushed my bottom, then my stomach. He looked at me questioningly, but I just smiled and winked at him. "Come on, otherwise I won't be able to cope with the closet" I said and went ahead. I took the stepladder again and put it in front of the large living room cupboard and asked my father-in-law to fetch me some fresh water. When he came back I was already upstairs and took the bucket. I held out my bum provocatively as I washed up the closet. I liked this game and I got the idea of telling my husband about today's events. He could see my thighs, the neck of the hold ups. My legs started shaking, I was so excited. When I tried to bend down to wet the rag with fresh water, I almost fell off the ladder. I could just hold on to the closet. Georg got up and came to me, stopped next to the little ladder and said a little mischievously: "I think I'd rather hold you tight. Not that you will fall here and break your bones." "he added with a smile. The right hand was on my bum, the left he put the front of my stockinged legs and held me like that. I purposely moved more intensely back and forth so that I could feel his hands as they were on me "That feels almost as if you are not wearing any underwear ..." said Georg a little stretched out. "Just say, I'm right"? I felt his thumb in my notch as I turned to the side and looked at him from above. "You know what I'm wearing, or do you want to tell me that you haven't seen it yet," I countered with a trembling voice. "You already saw my panties" I added again and pressed my butt a little more towards him. "Yes, I thought so, only I couldn't really see him," answered me my father-in-law bold. His right hand was now resting exactly on the hem of my skirt, and I felt a finger slip under the skirt. I asked him with a dry throat what we could do about it. He swallowed twice in excitement before whispering almost inaudibly "Then show me your panties again". I looked at him startled, but with trembling fingers, nervous as a teenager, I just pulled my skirt up over my bottom. Oh god, it shot in my head, what was I doing? I could hear him take a hiss of air. "God is exciting," he said softly and stroked my bare bottom with his right hand. It felt so velvety, I barely felt the touch. I closed my eyes, leaned my head back and felt his caressing hand. With his fingertips he traced the contours of my body. From the tailbone down to almost my already wet pussy, and back up again. His left hand also started moving, traced the fabric edge of my thong on the inside of my thighs, scurried over the front of my panties. With my mouth half open I stood on the ladder and enjoyed the touch of my father-in-law on my ass and my almost dripping pussy. I saw the big bump in his blue trousers and could only guess what kind of device was hidden underneath. Georg played in the meantime with his right hand on my buttocks, stroking my rosette again and again. The thumb of the other hand was directly on my clit, which he began to massage lightly all around. I felt the juice starting to pour out of my cunt into my panties, which he should also notice right away. Then he took two fingers and pressed them together with the silk string lightly into my cunt. I groaned and tried a little more to spread my legs on the ladder. Georg had probably now felt that my panties were already very wet, and stroked my thumb harder over my clit while the other hand massaged my butt. I melted ..... Suddenly the dryer hummed. We both woke up from our lust. "You're crazy," he grinned at me, and gave me a light pat on my bottom. I ran the back of my hand over his bulge in his pants. "And you're pretty cheeky for your age," I replied boldly. I went into the bathroom to the still humming dryer and turned it off. When I bent down to take my blouse out of the dryer, I noticed that Georg must have followed, already standing right behind me. I felt his left hand on my bum as the other made its way forward over my stomach to mine
Breasts made. "You don't need that under your blouse, do you"? he left cheeky. I turned to my father-in-law and, for whatever reason, reached back to open the bra. I just let him fall on the floor, and now stood in front of him with bare breasts. "Do you like what you see"? I asked him and put his hand on my tits. My old father-in-law stroked my bosom with a tenderness that gave me goose bumps and my nipples suddenly stood up stiff and firm. I shuddered with pleasure and strange desire filled me. Georg moistened his thumb and forefinger with saliva and gently circled my hard nipples. I began to breathe faster again, my hand looking for the bulge in his pants, found it and started rubbing it through his pants. Just to guess what a big part had to hide there let my juices flow again. I was so wet it almost felt like I had peed in my panties. In the meantime Georg was also breathing audibly in and out. He caressed my tits, twirled my nipples gently and gently ran the other hand through my column, rubbed the string between my labia, and made my knees sway. I squeezed and massaged his now really stiff penis through his pants, while he had pushed my thong to the side and was massaging my pussy. In my merciless lust I forgot that it was my husband's father who fingered me. He was hugging me now, his hand had pushed my panties almost completely to the side and he pushed me first two, then three fingers into me. Fortunately, Georg held me tight, otherwise I would probably have sunk to the ground out of sheer delight.
When the doorbell rang all of a sudden, my heart almost stopped in shock, and if my cunt had been able to, it would have screamed NO as he withdrew and went to the door. "Sorry," he said. "This is definitely the post, I am expecting an urgent registered letter". When Georg came back, I was just fastening the last button on my blouse. He took me in his arms and pressed another tender kiss on my lips. "I'm looking forward to the next time," he breathed. "But I still have one for you, please", he added with a smile, almost shyly, "The wet panties, do you really want to take them with you"? I laughed at him, took off the soggy thong and gave it to my father-in-law. He took it, squeezed it, and buried his nose in it. He blushed when I looked at him. "You smell so heavenly," he whispered. "Have fun with it, I'll be back soon". Then I kissed his mouth again and went to the door. When he went out, he briefly grabbed my bottom again. "Yes, see you soon" he said goodbye to me. I drove home excited, confused, confused. What did I do? To let my father-in-law touch me, to have provoked him, and also to grab his tail ... Was that still normal? I was very curious what my husband would say about this morning. As I sat in the car and drove home, a thousand things were buzzing through my head. When I finally got home I tried to distract myself, did my housework, tried to read a book and and and and. But I just couldn't get the action with my father-in-law out of my head. I was still horny, like seldom, but at the same time very confused. It was evening at last and it wouldn't be long before my husband got home. I was standing in the kitchen preparing dinner. He came over to me, hugged me from behind, and kissed my cheek. "Hello my darling, how was your day today"? he asked me. "Fine, as always," I replied. Marcus noticed that I wasn't wearing a bra under the silk blouse, which I was still wearing, and that my nipples were standing up cheekily and promptly again. He took my breasts in his hands and held them tight. "Oh, yes," he said excitedly, "how was it with my father today" and pressed himself close to me. Marcus started caressing my chest when I told him about it. He caressed my whole body when I told him that I only dusted the large living room cupboard on the ladder today. I noticed his growing horniness. When he pulled me under my skirt, he happily remarked "Ohhh no panties, I think that's great" "He's still with your father," I breathed. The thought that my father-in-law has my soaked panties in front of his nose and the digging hand of my husband on and in my cunt made me overflow again in seconds. Marcus asked me how it came about that his father had one of my panties and pulled my skirt up over my bum. I clearly noticed how he fiddled with his pants, pulled his already hard cock out of his pants. "He grabbed my skirt when I was standing on the ladder," I gasped as Marcus put on his hard strap. "Aha, and then"? he asked and at the same time thrust his hard cock deep and firm into my dripping grotto. "He touched my pussy, yes he fingered it, pushed my panties aside, and pushed his fingers into my wet pussy," I replied and pressed my butt against him more. "You little horny bitch," my husband moaned and began to fuck me powerfully, wildly and violently. "Yeah," I moaned loudly. "I am not one horny family slut? Come on, fuck me, you little bastard, yes, fuck me really hard. "Marcus raised his hand and clapped my ass hard. I screamed with lust, wanted to be fucked hard and hard." And you, "he asked panting, "Did you have his cock?" Gossip !! Another slap on my ass. My knees went weak, my first orgasm for today rolled through my pelvis. Then the wave collapsed over me. "Yeah," I screamed, "I have had it in my hand. Oh god damn yeah, I jerked off your father's old cock. "Marcus, still standing behind me and pounding his cock in my cunt, screamed for him to come too. He clung to my breasts, chasing his hard thing a few more times deep inside me. He howled like a dog, then I felt how he shot his sperm into my pussy. Just the feeling of feeling it splash inside me, caused my pussy to contract again spasmodically the short but violent quickie we stood sweaty and out of breath in the kitchen. He turned me around and kissed me. "I love you" he said and took me in his arms. "What I've just told you is the truth," I said to Marcus, a little uncertain. "Yes, I know, but I don't mind. Quite the opposite," he replied. Then he lifted my head and added, grinning, "I've never injected so fast. You made me really hot." I smiled at him, "come on, let's eat first," I said and put the things on the table. Over dinner I asked Marcus, embarrassed, if he really didn't mind. He assured me again that it would just make him horny. We talked for a very long time about what I could imagine, why and what makes him horny about it and how far we could go. That night my husband gave me countless orgasms. We had a very fulfilling sex life, but I hadn't seen him so potent, horny and persistent in a long time. I just had to mention his father's name and he kicked off like a bull. Shortly before we fell asleep together, we talked about how far his father would go and that we should invite him over to us soon, since he is always alone.
Hope you like also the 2nd Part - Hope to read your meanings and your comments !
Lovely Yours Julia
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