The Rotty and the Hotty

By Tank
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Part 2…

I came home from work for the second night in a row and ate dinner with my family. We then watched TV for a bit before calling it a night. We both have to be in bed a little early and up a little early. I noticed that again, she had a set of fresh scratches on her sides and our bedroom smelled….odd. I couldn’t put my finger on it but something was different. The sheets and covers had been washed but there was another smell in combination with the scratches got me thinking.

I’m pretty open about everything with my wife, I wasn’t about to let this be any different.

“Honey, what happened again today? You have fresh scratch marks on your sides?” I asked.

“I don’t know, I think I might be allergic to something.” She answered.

We had been married for close to 20 years. Lauren could successfully lie to her friends, her boss, other family, but we had been together for too long and gone through too much for a lie to get past me. I knew all of her tricks.

“All this time no allergy and all of a sudden? Did you buy something new? I’ll make a Dr. appointment for you, you should probably have that checked out.” I said.

“You don’t have to worry about me babe, I’ll be fine.” She answered. With that we changed the subject and the night went on.

What worried me over the next few days was that she seemed okay, but the scratches never healed and there were signs of new ones. She was clearly hiding something but I didn’t know what. The lack of sex was also starting to bother me. The next week she seemed to give in and decided to have sex with me. It was the weirdest feeling in all my years. Her pussy felt overly moist. Her juice was thicker than usual. It like the other signs, felt weird.

I began noticing other things. There were damp spots on the sheets in some places. Like someone had dropped water or soda and it wouldn’t totally dry. Our bedroom had a strange daily smell every night I couldn’t quite put my finger on and she wasn’t telling me anything. Other signs faded though, the scratches started to heal on her sides. But something was up. I loved my wife very much, I had laughed off the idea she was cheating on me. She wouldn’t be so bold as to cheat on me. Who would she cheat with anyway? In our own bedroom no less? I thought to myself it was crazy talk.

I spent the next few weeks prodding her. It was almost summer now. Jessica was getting ready for her senior prom. I guess some guy asked her and she said yes. Some weekends, I began to notice a frequent visitor to our front yard. A large rottweiler would come and lay in the shade for a long while. I went outside to pet him and he seemed very friendly. I didn’t have any pets growing up, so having a part time pet was a lot of fun for me in my spare time. I even decided to leave it a bowl of water on the weekends when I saw it out there. He always showed up in the afternoon around 230 to 3. Would hang out until about 5 or 6 on the days I’d see him and go home. Some days, I’d look at the clock while at the office and wonder if he was sitting in my front yard.

I told Lauren about the dog and she just said “That’s cute” and patted my head like nothing had happened. Our sex life was still suffering and enough time had passed where I was becoming genuinely worried. We’d have sex on occasion but something was different. Lauren’s pussy felt different. In addition to the strange fluid in her pussy she didn’t feel as tight. What kind of suicide mission would it have been for me to bring this up to her? I thought long and hard about what to do. I then realised, there was no real easy way to confront my wife so on a Saturday night Jessica had gone out with some friends and I decided it was now or never.

“Lauren, what’s been going on?”

“Nothin, what do ya mean?” She answered.

I explained my observations to her and asked nicely for an explanation. Arguing and shouting never accomplished anything in a good relationship. She hesitated before answering and I knew she was trying to make something up.

“Honey, I love you. No matter what you tell me, I will still love you. Now what is going on? I can’t believe I’m having this conversation with my wife and she won’t be straight with me”.

“How is your friend?” She asked me after a bit.

“Who?”

“Your friend. The one who sits in our front yard on weekends.”

“Why are you changing the subject again?” I asked.

“I’m not.” She said.

I gave her a puzzled look. I didn’t understand. How many people in that position would have? It’s not something you consider every day. “He’s good. Keeps drinking his water like a good boy.”

She tried to play it off and ran her hand to her hear and casually said while turning away to see how I would react and said “He fucks me – almost every day.”

I started to laugh. She must have been joking. The reaction must have made Lauren feel a bit more comfortable because she smiled a bit embarrassed. In between my laughter I said, “That’s a good one L. Now will you tell me what’s really going on?”

She got a bit more serious while still trying to remain half hearted with a bit of a smile, “He… fucks… me… almost… every… day!” She said.

“Stop messing around Lauren.”

She then poured it all out and connected the pieces, “Look, he sits there in the afternoon because he knows when it’s the females of this house come home. The sheets have been clean and new every night because I’ve had to wash them every day so you wouldn’t find out. His cum gets everywhere. That weird feeling you keep talking about in my pussy is because those days we’ve already fucked and he cums in me for a long time.

I’m also looser because he had this ball looking thing at that happens at the base of his dick and it stays in me until he’s done. It’s why our bedroom smells weird, it smells like him, like his cum, like his cum and my cum mixed, and just of fucking in general. I had scratch marks on my sides because it’s where he’d grab onto me with his paws – it hurt like hell.

I tried to stop it at first but I couldn’t. It feels pretty good and he hits spots in my pussy no man can. The scratches healed up and nothing else did because I got smart and I started putting socks on him. He’s so calm now here because he fucks me and gets water from you.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I was initially disgusted. The thought of me getting sloppy seconds on my own wife from another man would have been bad enough – to be getting them from a beast would far worse. I refused to believe what I was hearing. I refused to believe it so much, that I decided in those moments to let denial take over and the best thing to do was call her on it.

“That’s impossible and bullshit L. I want to see it. Make it happen.” I said.

“Fine, just wait for tomorrow afternoon. Do what I say when he comes around.” She said.

The next day came. Lauren wore a robe most of the day with nothing underneath. The afternoon came and there he was. She looked at me instantly and said, “I’ll go get him.”

She opened the door and the moment the dog saw her he did what I had seen a million dogs before do when they were over excited to see new people. He hopped up on her, licked her, the whole nine. She was able to get him side and upstairs to our bedroom with relatively little effort. It was like this beast had been here before.

She took off her robe and was able to put socks on his paws and the realisation started to sink in to me in the pit on my stomach this was actually going to happen. Lauren noticed the look on my face and said “I told you so”.

She hopped up onto the bed and he followed her. She looked incredibly sexy bent over with her ass and pussy facing the air and her upper body bent down in the typical doggy style position. The dog kept looking at me unsure what to do. He seem perplexed by the presence of another person in the room.

“Oh ya L he really wants to fuck you.” I said sarcastically. But there was little doubt in my mind this was an elaborate scheme. Lauren kept patting her hand on her ass and her pussy. Almost anticlimactically the dog started to lick Lauren’s pussy and my wife was clearly in ecstasy. I felt disgusted and small. A dog was clearly pleasuring my wife better than I had since I could remember and I was powerless to stop it.

“Okay, you’ve made your point, I believe you.” I wanted to have my wife right there and then and I got naked. I tried to grab the dog’s collar to get his head away from my wife’s pussy but was unsuccessful. He turned around and growled at me.

“It’s too late now, he’s going to need to fuck me before he calms down.”

I quickly got behind my wife and put my cock against her pussy where the dog has been licking. He did not like this and started showing his teeth to me and barking angrily. He was making sure I knew he was the dominant male in the room and that he was going to mate. I jumped back off the bed and just watched in shock.

The dog had balls, big balls. From there protruded a thick cock of colours and veins I can’t describe. My wife kept egging him on. He put his front paws on her back and started to fuck away. I had a bit of hope none of it was going to work in this moment and I could clearly see his dick wasn’t in my wife yet. He kept humping away missing. I could see the cum spraying from his member and now I understood how things had gotten so dirty.

My wife’s pussy lips were swollen and red. They both had had enough of the foreplay. She turned to look at me and said again, “I told you so.” She reached down and grabbed a hold of the dog’s dick. Rather than stick it in she did the single most sexiest and disgusting thing I had seen all day. She quickly rolled over and grabbed the dog’s cock again and brought it to her mouth and started to feverishly suck on it. A few seconds later, she turned over again perfectly into position. He was prancing around on my marital bed excited as a teenage boy getting his first fuck. She positioned his cock at the proper place for her pussy and he instantly humped faster than I had ever seen before.

The slurping noise of cock on pussy between my wife’s loud moans were all that could be heard. She didn’t move but a bit of rocking her ass and pussy back toward his cock. After 3 or 4 minutes of this the cum started to leak down the back of her legs and I knew what I had been feeling the last few weeks. He then suddenly stopped humping and I had expect it to end. But it didn’t, it just kept going and going for almost 20 minutes he was locked into my wife not moving. All I could see in sequence was spurt of cum after cum pour down my wife’s leg. I seriously wanted to cry but I couldn’t. She had proved her point – and I now wish she hadn’t.

*****

My husband had been exposed to my mating with the dog out of his lack of belief that it was even possible and that I was doing it. I have to admit it was extremely weird with him in the room while I was being mated. I was even more surprised he had himself taken a secondary position to the dog. I don’t know myself what was more unreal about what happened in that respect, that the dog had growled at him or that he willingly backed off.

After I let the dog back out the front, I had to explain to him the larger implications of what had just happened what felt like a million times. Any time the dog was around and so was he and sex was involved, he would need to allow the alpha male to fuck me first. By him not challenging the dog the first time, he signalled to the dog that he was the alpha male of the pack I guess you could call it and would have to fuck me first.

It had been hard on him enough that he had to live with the knowledge that his wife was having sex with a dog, but now he was second fiddle to it in the bedroom officially. He was at first extremely disgusted by what he had seen but as the weeks went on he became unwillingly reserved. It had almost become routine. He would come home to me being tied or playing around with the dog. Sometimes he would stay and watch and sometimes not. Sometimes he would join in himself after and other times he wouldn’t. His emotions would wildly vary, he was pretty upset about it all sometimes. He eventually even got around to asking how it all began and that’s when I had to explain the whole story.

“It started with Jessica.” I said. His eyes opened wider in shock. Before he could even say a word I added, “She was having sex with him first. I followed her from school one day and found her being raped in the front yard by him. When I tried to help her everything went wrong. He was going to bite or maul either one of us if not both we thought. I never wanted this then. I didn’t even know what to do. I tried to get away but it was all too much. I needed Jess’ help to get it all started.”

My husband was speechless.

“I was so scared, he was so big and aggressive. Jess did some things. Please don’t be mad at her or at me. She had to help me.”

Even I was pretty weirded out by explaining the next parts of it to my husband. It sounds so wrong, dirty, and immoral after the fact but what needed to be done, needed to be done. “She didn’t want me to get hurt and I was dry so she licked me a few times to get me going”

His face made a visceral disgusted look. The thought of his daughter licking her mother’s pussy sickened him.

“Then she helped him guide his cock into my pussy. I know this is a lot to take in, but it’s what happened.” After more awkward silence, “He hasn’t been as aggressive or having sex with her since I started.”

Jess knew I was still having sex with him, I wasn’t completely sure what was going on with her. I kind of figured it had ended as far as that was all concerned. It had become the elephant in the room we never talked about.

*****

The dog’s behaviour then began to take on a change. He became comfortable at our home. He was there more often than not. He would be well behaved most of the time but would still initiate mating me almost every day. Then one day our doorbell rang. It was the elderly couple who I instantly recognised as the dog’s owners. We invited them in. My heart was racing, why were they here? Did they know what went on here? I led their dog out into the backyard and we sat down with some coffee.

“The wall is back up now. But we noticed he doesn’t like living much at our place anymore. Max spends a lot more time here and he seems happier here. Plus, after the repairs and some medical issues, I don’t know if we can afford to keep him any more. Would you both mind looking after him full time at least for a while?” They asked.

My husband stewed in his chair and looked at me. This would present oh so many problems. But they were problems we were already facing with the current situation. I should have consulted my husband, I should have said we’ll think about it, I should have done or said anything other than what I uncontrollably blurted out it seemed. “I’m sorry to hear of your issues. Sure, we’ll look after him for a while.” I had never known the dog’s name until now. Max. I guess it fit. We talked for a while longer and the neighbours returned home while Max stayed.

“WHAT THE FUCK, LAUREN!?” My husband yelled as soon as the door was closed. “How can you let him stay here!? Should I call the divorce lawyer now or should have I done that yesterday?”

“Relax. We’ll be fine. I’ll keep him in the backyard and garage only.” I replied.

“Oh Really? And what about when he wants to fuck my wife? What then? What about me? What about Jess?” He said.

It took every ounce on my wiles to calm him down and convince him it wasn’t going to be any different or worse than the current situation. I added in that if things didn’t go well, I would find another owner for him. I of course had no clue how if it came to that but I was at least buying time. Jessica came home that night and also decided to have a screaming match with me about all of it. The night winded down and I let Max into the garage to sleep.

About a half hour passed when the silence of the house was broken by Jessica’s voice. Both my husband and I ran to her room to see what was wrong. I knew what was happening before I ever got there. Max. “Max, NO! Max, STAY!” Is what she kept sternly saying to him. Max getting used to the surroundings of the house and was exploring her room. He was sniffing everything. Jessica was hopped onto her bed in an oversize t-shirt of some band I didn’t recognise. Max started sniffing at the sheets. It was a distant departure from what he was used to with Jessica. No dirt, no open air, or plants.

“Do something Lauren!!” My husband snapped. I took a step toward the door.

Max turned his head to the door and saw me and my husband both standing there. I was pretty sure this would get him to come to me. At worst case scenario this would end up back in my room with Max behind or on top of me and my husband watching I figured. Instead of any of that happening, Max appeared to just ignore me. He continued to sniff around Jessica’s room.

Jessica saw me standing there in my pink camisole and sarcastically lashed, “Thanks mom!”.

I walked to Jess’ bed and sat down on it next to her and Max. Jessica’s bedroom was like most teenage girls. She had a queen size bed with light blue covers that had pattern on them. The walls had posters of all sorts of things. A night stand next to her bed which had the ever in use telephone on it along with her cell and make up products scattered messily. A TV across was perched on a stand across the room.

The room smelled of young girl’s perfume and hair products. Her window overlooked the backyard of the house. Max started to shove his nose between Jessica’s legs. “You aren’t wearing any underwear?” I asked.

“No I never do to bed” She replied, pushing him away.

Max was in an unfamiliar setting, but with familiar people. I had grown accustomed to Max’s train of thought. If he wanted to mate, he was in a setting with 2 of his willing bitches and another male would not challenge him. After Jessica’s rejection of his advance he quickly put his snout between my legs but in an attempt to calm the situation especially with my husband watching I also closed my knees together and pushed him away.

He put his paws on my thighs then Jessica’s thighs. I could only imagine how angry this was making my husband. He knew what this meant. Max wanted to have sex and it was now just a matter of picking which pussy he wanted to mate with that remained. Max leaned his head again between Jessica’s thighs and when she closed more he licked her legs and then hopped on with his front paws again.

Jessica’s stroked her blonde hair with her hand and nonchalantly said, “I guess he wants to fuck me”.

She rolled over onto her knees on the bed and pulled her shirt up. Max hopped on the bed and shoved his cold snout at her pussy to which she jumped forward. “This is your fault mom, I can’t believe you took this dog in after what he’s done.” She said half heartedly. “You owe me for what I did out there for you and this is how you repay me?”

While he was still licking Jessica’s pussy, I began to play with Max’s sheath and his cock started to come out. He looked back and saw me and continued. The sight, smell, and taste of Jessica’s pussy had aroused him. Still sitting on the edge of the bed, I instinctively took a look back at my husband, who was embarrassingly trying to hide a raging hard on what he was seeing. I was sure he felt ashamed but his cock clearly liked what he was seeing.

Jessica then surprisingly looked over her shoulder at me and with her left arm snapped her fingers and pointed at her pussy/ass. I was lost by what she asking. Jessica snapped her fingers again and said “You owe me, eat my pussy”. Max’s cock was out only a little so I put my mouth around his developing cock and got a lot of hair in my mouth. I then moved my head toward my daughter’s pussy and I buried my face and mouth next to Max’s licking her. Max stopped licking her. I reached back and was barely able to reach his dick which I started to stroke while still eating Jessica’s pussy.

I had never licked a pussy before and it tasted gross. It was a mix of her pussy, sticky cum, and Max’s slobber which I never really liked. I spent the next few minutes alternating between sucking on the top of Max’s cock and licking Jessica’s pussy. I even caught some of Max’s precum in my mouth and spit it back into Jessica’s pussy. I then took two fingers of my right hand and fingered Max’s cum into her pussy.

Max started to prance and put his forepaws around her waist. I took another fleeting two bobs with my mouth around his cock and he by himself buried it into Jessica’s swollen pussy. Max was fucking her the hardest I had ever seen. Jessica was moaning and bit her head down into her pillow. I slid myself underneath the entire scene and stuck my tongue out. I was licking Jessica’s pussy and Max’s cock as it feverishly pumped my daughter.

I suddenly felt something spread my legs at the front of the bed. My husband could no longer take what he was seeing any longer and he plunged his cock into my pussy. There was the entire scene. My daughter bent doggy-style with her ass in the air getting pounded by Max. Me underneath them licking both of their juices. And my husband now fucking me like a jack-hammer. We were all lost in our ecstasy and we didn’t care what we were doing or who we were doing.

Jessica continued to moan, I was moaning, and my husband was fucking me like never before. Max’s cum started to leak out of Jessica’s pussy and in my lost state I tried to catch it all in my mouth. Jessica was breathing extremely hard and finally Max started to only slowly bucked his hips. He had tied with her. My husband did not last long and shot his cum into me and then wiping the last few drops above my shaven pussy. Jessica pulled her head up while still tied. Max had simply continued to cum. After 15 minutes or so, Max pulled away with a plop and Jessica fell exhausted.

The entire room smelled of cum, all kinds. We stayed up for the next hour or so talking about what happened and then we went to bed.

*****

It’s been a big change for me in my sex life. Lauren allowing that dog to live with us has effected everything. He has sex with her once a day at least and more than that seems to know when I’m around and in the mood because every time I am he makes me wait.

How would you feel if every time you wanted to be intimate with your wife you’d be greeted either by a constant barking noise at your bedroom door or a barge in and play by your pet? Max had always been a sexual predator I’ve come to learn but his need for attention is too intense even for me. Lauren would tell you I don’t mind because I am rock hard during these times, but what am I supposed to do? It’s my wife being fucked by another…I can’t say man, thing. I guess in a way it’s better that it’s not another person for my sake and a lot of other reasons.

Nonetheless, my sexual frustration was ever growing. Then there was the night I had to watch Max fuck my baby Jessica. That was so weird, so gross, I didn’t want that to ever happen again but my sexual needs have gotten the best of me. It’s a mix of frustration, anger, and need the story I am about to tell you. I feel so guilty, I guess I got fed up with Max being able to choose to have sex with not one but two of the most important women in my life. I don’t know if I can call it being seduced or what exactly but it happened and I’m not sure how Lauren is going to feel or how she should feel really. I don’t know if she can be angry with me. Apart of me doesn’t care.

I had a day off from work but was still checking in constantly for the goings on at work on my phone and laptop. It was the middle of the day and Jessica and I were the only ones home. Lauren was at work. It was an impossibly hot day here, one the day that really hit home that summer was really in season. 100+. No matter though with the air conditioning on full blast. I was downstairs in the living room watching TV just lounging around in some basketball shorts and a t-shirt and I guess at the time Jessica was in her bedroom doing what she was always doing what teenagers do I guess?

I was working on my laptop and the battery was about to die while I was still working on an important email back to the boss. I went upstairs to grab the charger. As a parent you always check on your kids, it’s just second nature. I knocked on Jessica’s door and didn’t get a reply. Maybe she was taking a nap or something I figured. I grabbed the charger from my room and went back to slowly open the door and check on her.

Much like a common sight I was being treated to these days she was bent over fully naked on the floor again with Max’s weight hanging over her body. With all the fur I couldn’t get an exact view of what was going on, but by the lack of motion in Max’s body he was cumming, had shoved the base of his cock into her pussy and was cumming, or both. Max was first to turn around and just gave me a look like, “What?”. Jessica shrieked at me to get out of her room but I didn’t. She told me she was embarrassed and that being caught by mom was one thing, especially now that she was too fucking Max but being caught by me was different.

Before I could even ask why, she turned around and said, “Eww dad, are you hard!?” I hadn’t even realised it. I looked down and like a tent in the forest I was. I was incredibly embarrassed. “It’s okay dad, I know things have been a little different with mom lately, if you want to jack off to this it’s okay.” I was incredibly hard and my balls did hurt but I wasn’t about to jack off to my daughter and Max, no way, no how. Jessica seemed to note my apprehension. “Go on, it’s okay, I know you must be very sexually frustrated. Go ahead and take it out.”

“No Jessica, that’s a million ways wrong.” I said and walked out as fast as I could.

I rushed downstairs with my heart beating a mile a minute. What do I do now? Pretend nothing happened, excuse myself to the bathroom to rub one out, what should I do? I got a glass of water and started watching TV again. Anticlimactic I know. My balls had become ocean blue. I hadn’t had this feeling since my early 20s.

A half hour later Jessica came downstairs still without any clothes on with Max in tow. It was like she was egging me on. She was heading for the laundry room and in passing she asked, “Did you finish?”.

“Very funny Jessica,” I replied.

My own daughter was trying to sexually screw with me now. She came out still naked and stood in front of me. “You’re gonna go crazy if you don’t let it out.”

I looked at her body with nothing to say. Her blonde hair was messy but pulled back. You could see Max’s hair everywhere on her. I had to snap out of it. I had to snap out of it.

She reached over and grabbed my cock through my shorts with her right hand and started to massage it. I was almost going to cum immediately. She took her left hand and lowered the top of my shorts just to the base of my balls so my shaft would stick out and she started playing with my bare cock in her hand. The culmination of the past few weeks and the frustration I was feeling completely clouded my judgement and I let it happen.

I didn’t care anymore. I wanted to cum no matter what it was going to take. Jessica swung her legs around my waist and continued to play with me while sitting down. Her pussy ever so close to my cock. She was grinding her hips against my legs while giving me a hand job. The entire scene was so wrong, I had hoped for an earthquake to stop it, something, anything.

She then picked herself up and I could feel my cock start to slide into her pussy. It felt so warm and good but that’s where the line had been crossed and I pulled her off and I said, “We can’t. We can’t. Thanks for the help, really, but we can’t.”

Max had come over and began to stick his tongue out at my cock. I hadn’t really considered it before and it felt gross. But there are too many things that feel too good when you’re hard and horny. His tongue was hitting pretty much a lot of my cock shaft . Jessica commented that it was hot. She hopped on me again with Max licking my shaft and slid her pussy next to my cock so Max was getting his tongue to hit both of us.

Max began to lick more, he had clearly enjoyed Jessica’s pussy taste more than mine. Maybe the smell of her pussy on my dick was what led him to it in the first place. Jessica got on me again and started to fuck me. Max continued to lick and hit both of us with each stroke of his tongue. About a minute into it though I had to stop, this was too disgusting and I moved her again.

She got on all fours on the floor and Max did not need any cue and mounted her from behind again. At seeing this I could take no more. I took my cock out and starting stroking it. Jessica looked up at me and asked me to bring it close to her face but I refused.

There was enough taboo in it for me at the sight of Jessica getting fucked again by Max right in our living room to provide me the relief I had been seeking. Given the changes in sexual nature at the house I’d be lying if I had said I didn’t think about Jessica passingly in a sexual way. But I am pretty sure everyone understands the lines between fantasy and reality and I was sure I wasn’t going to cross it.

Max was humping Jessica feverishly, Jessica didn’t bother humping back. I’m not sure any human female could match the fever pace of a dog humping a human pussy. She did look like she was in ecstasy though and she locked her eyes on me and my hard cock while getting fucked. I was savouring every stroke taking in the scene. It was the best masturbating had felt, since well, I probably discovered masturbation.

In my horny and greedy state however, I did not want to waste the scene on my hand. I tentatively made a move toward Jessica a little embarrassed, not sure how she would respond. She quickly told me, “It’s okay, come closer”. I did. I got down on my own knees and put my cock close to her body. She bent down further with Max now locked in her and started rubbing my hard penis on her face, teasing me.

She then started to flick out her tongue and lick the tip of my head. In a moment of total weakness I said, “Please suck it”. Jessica completely obliged and opened her mouth and took the full head of my cock into it and started to suck and rub it all over with her tongue.

The line had been crossed and I didn’t care. The entire scene took maybe 30 minutes total but it felt like hours. With the feeling that there was probably no line she wouldn’t cross at this point, I got bolder and moved her upper body more upright so she was on her hands and knees fully again. I position my body in a 69 position and started licking the exposed part of her pussy and clit that wasn’t being filled by Max’s cock. She immediately moaned and put her mouth again over my cock and started to suck on it extremely hard.

I was doing the best I could to avoid getting Max’s cum in my mouth and tasting mostly pussy. It was all very strange as it was. Max’s cum was leaking out of her all over the place and given the heat of a moment we didn’t have towels or other clean up items in place like my wife normally had. I simply could not take it any more and I began to cum. Hard and everywhere.

Jessica felt my cock spasm and must have taken the first shot in the mouth but after that lifted her mouth off as fast as she could. She grabbed my cock with her right hand and started feverishly jerking it while I cummed all over myself and the floor. She giggled and said, “There. See, that wasn’t so bad. I’m glad you got relief dad.”

The last word stung a lot. What had I done? What would Lauren say when she found this out?

I quickly went to get a towel and put it under Jessica’s pussy so that when Max finally pulled out the cum would mostly spill onto the towel. While Max was still filling her, she turned and said, “I don’t want you to worry dad. Next time if you’re feeling horny and mom isn’t around and I’m in the mood you can fuck me. I think it’d be kinda fun.”

I knew by her actions earlier she had meant what she said. She had already tried to fuck me, she had fucked me shortly, but I couldn’t do it. A HJ, a BJ, those were one thing, but having full on intercourse with her was something else.

I was embarrassed and a bit repulsed at the whole thing when it was over. A bit of orgasm regret I guess. I quickly went upstairs and decided to take a shower and I suggested to Jessica she do the same. She had Max’s hair on her back and I am pretty sure everywhere else. I still could not believe Jessica helped me cum. It was the weirdest feeling in the world.

 

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