Steamy Affairs(Erotica)

Having only been with Terry, it was the first time I had smelled or tasted another man; that tart flavor, the heady scent; sent my body into orbit.

“Oh fuck… baby… I’m going…” I grunted as my fingers plunged in and out of my leaking pussy.

“Put them on” Terry’s voice barked at me suddenly.

“Oh God…” I could only moan back.

“I want you to cum on my father” my husband husked at me.

I was gone, I mean totally gone. Just like when we made love, my body responded almost without my will. I scrambled between the IPad and pulling those damp panties up my thighs. Once they were in place, I propped the IPad on the coffee table, with a clear view down my thighs.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

I was never good at using this technology, but Terry had patiently taught me. It was our one form of communication these last eight months, and it had come to be my lifeline to him. I pressed setting buttons and brought up the small insert image of me, so I could know it was positioned properly.

This might sound strange, but I was actually very shy and reserved. It was Terry who had brought out parts of me I had never dreamed lived inside me. Masturbation, oral; missionary, doggie; all the things I had never thought of. Terry had been the only lover I had known; he had taken my virginity at twenty-two, and over the last four years had shown me things that shocked, amazed, and thrilled me.

The first time we had made love, it had hurt. He was patient and loving and eased me through it. While we dated he showed me the joys of sex, and I thought I was in heaven. Then, coming home late with him, my parents were due home anytime, but Terry had been horny.

He bent me over the back of my parents couch, and ravaged every inch of my body. Within fifteen minutes I was blabbering for him to cum inside me and dripping all over the living room floor while he pounded into me. Now, here I was stretched out on my couch, watching him stroke his fat hard cock, while I wore my panties sticky with his fathers’ cum.

“Fuck yeah” I heard him grunt.

“Is that what you wanted baby” I whimpered. “To see your wife’s pussy covered in your daddy’s cum” I husked.

“Oh fuck” I watched Terry’s body shudder.

I was so gone as my brain shut down; and my hormone driven whore came roaring to life. I reached down and peeled the gusset of those panties to the side, letting him see the crusty cum cling to my shaved lips. I slowly slid one finger inside as Terry watched raptly.

“I’m pushing it… inside” I moaned.

“Oh fuck… do it baby” Terry panted. “Take my fathers’ cum.”

“Cum in me baby” my voice was hoarse. “I want you cum inside me, with your father’s.” I told him as my body mounted.

“Oh my fucking GOD!” Terry almost screamed. His fist was a blur as he watched my slime coated fingers sliding in and out.

“Kara” I heard him softly grunt.

Oh God, it was deja vu. The same name, said the same way, with sheer raw lust. Watching his balls pulse as his seed erupted from the tip. It was like watching Mark all over again. I jammed two fingers deep and felt my belly light on fire.

“CUMMMINNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG” I screamed.

“Cumming on my husband… cumming on my father-in-law… cumminggg” I babbled as my body heaved and bounced on the couch.

It was one of the most mind blowing orgasms of my life; I had never squirted before, but hot juices boiled out of me as I soaked those panties. I heard Terry moaning through his own orgasm as my ears roared. God, just the mental thought of not one, but two men filling my hungry pussy was enough to make every sane thought melt out of my brain.

By the time I eased back down, Terry was reclining back in his chair, his belly soaked with his load.

“Fuck” he gasped. “Damn you are one perverted pixie” he smiled.

“Oh my God” I shuddered from the aftershocks.

“You’re going to fuck him, you perverted pixie” Terry chuckled.

“Oh God no” I gasped. Now that my brain was clearing, more of my normal shy self was returning. “I can’t… he’s your father… it would be…” I stuttered.

“If it happens it happens” Terry shrugged. “If we can share the business, we can share a woman” he smiled.

“Terry!” I was shocked at his suggestion.

“God I’d give my eye teeth to see that” I heard him sigh. Did he really mean that?

That night as I lay in bed, his words echoed in my mind. Maybe it was the horniness and the loneliness; maybe it was just the perverted pixie in me; I don’t know. I slid my cell phone out from under my pillow and sent off a quick text. I knew Terry would be still awake with the time difference.

“Did you really mean that?” I typed.

“Mean what?” Terry came back quickly.

“Your father… me” I typed in. Maybe being on text gave me a shelter, I’m not sure I could have asked that earlier on face time.

I waited in the darkness for his answer, it took a few minutes and I was worried I had upset him being so bold. When the phone pinged I opened up the messenger and got a shock. It wasn’t a text on my screen but the image of my husbands’ cock, and it was as hard as a steel pipe.

“I want to see it” his words followed.

It was a total role reversal for me; something so far out of my comfort zone it sent shivers down my spine. My tough as nails, soldier husband, wanted his wife to cuckold him; suddenly I was the one in command. Sliding the phone back under my pillow I drifted off to sleep literally leaking between my thighs.

The next day I waited until early afternoon, and then sent Mark a text. Being the heat of the day I knew he would confuse it, and that was exactly what I wanted. I positioned my phone on the small shelf of the laundry room between the detergent bottles and waited.

“I’m so hot” was all I had sent him.

I knew Mark would take it the air wasn’t working again, and that was my intent. When I heard the front door, I waited in the laundry room. I was wearing a light summer dress that buttoned up the front, and my panties were dripping in anticipation. When Mark poked his head into the room I thought I would faint from nervousness.

“Hey” he said as he stepped into the small room. “What’s wrong?” his question so innocent and yet so leading.

“I’m hot” I said back, hearing my voice quiver.

“The house feels fine” he looked confused.

“Not the house Mark” I said as I reached up and popped the first two buttons on my dress. “I’m hot” I husked.

“Kara…” Mark’s face looked so shocked I almost laughed. His mousy little daughter-in-law suddenly had the upper hand.

“It’s not every day I find my panties filled with my father-in-law’s cum” I said as more buttons came undone.

I had deliberately not worn a bra; and I watched his eyes pop out as my 34 C’s came into full view, capped with what were now rock hard nipples.

“Oh God… Kara… I’m so sorry…” he tried to apologize.

“You should be” I said as I stepped closer. “Now do it again.” I hissed at him as my brain turned to mush and hormones once again took control.

“Oh God… Kara…” Mark moaned.

“Come on baby” I cooed. “I want you to cum in my panties again.” I slid my hands down my taut belly and gripped the elastic waist of my panties. “These ones” I husked as I stretched the fabric out.

“Oh my fucking God” Mark gasped as my shaved mound came into view.

I could tell by the look in his eyes he wanted to refuse, but the sound of his zipper going down was all I needed to hear to know I had him. I held my panties straight out as my other hand reached between us. His cock sprang free, right into my grip.

“Mmmmm, so hard” I moaned softly.

“I bet those balls are so fucking full” I half growled.

“Oh shit… Kara” he grunted.

I looked up into eyes that devoured my body with lust. Only Terry had ever looked at me with that kind of naked desire. The fact I turned him on so much sent a shudder of lust through me. I looked up at where the camera phone was and hoped we were in center. This is for you baby, I thought; because right then I just wanted to fuck the shit out of him.

“That’s it Mark, give it to me” I whispered in my seductive voice as my hand began stroking his long cock.

“Oh shit… Kara… what are you doing?” Mark grunted as his hips moved in time to my hand.

“The same thing you did yesterday” I told him. “Jacking you off into my panties” I said.

“But you’re… you’re…” he struggled to say.

“Wearing them?” God I had never felt so wanton, and so in control; it was fantastic.

I could feel his cock throbbing in my grip, I knew he was close but he was fighting it.

“Cum for me Mark” I husked. “Cum on my pussy… Dad” I watched his eyes roll back at the last word.

That was the trigger, I realized. That not only was he going to cum; but that it was his daughter-in-law; the forbidden fruit. He reached out and gripped the washing machine to steady his shaking body as I felt his cock jerk in my grip. I looked down just in time to watch a thick rope of cream jet out of the tip and splatter just above my mound.

“Awwww fuuuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk” Mark groaned as a second jet erupted, splattering my lower belly.