Jen goes home to tell Tom about her affair with her neice
Okay, I know that I was rationalizing. I know it’s illegal to have sex with a 16 year-old girl, boy, or gorilla. Was it immoral? This young girl was hurting, and I felt I could help. I’m not in favor of 25 year-old persons seducing kids. She seduced me. I don’t think I’m rationalizing that. Does that make any difference? I don’t know. I certainly had misgivings about it, and it was certainly my desires and not hers that tipped the scales. Anyway, I did it. I continued to do it. At the time I thought it was the right thing to do, and I still do. Back to the story.
Katie and I had sex again that first Saturday. Sunday morning I got Carolyn her breakfast, and her morning pain pill, and she drifted off to sleep watching TV, as before. When we went back to Katie’s room after breakfast, and took off our clothes, we began feeling each other. She said, “do you like to use the vibrator?”
“Yes,” I replied, “do you?”
“I’ve never used one,” she told me.
“Would you like to try?” I asked.
“I’m not sure. I would like to see you use it – maybe use it on you,” she replied.
I went to my bedroom and retrieved the case which had two vibrators: a small one and a larger one. I opened the case and brought them out, showing them to Katie. “What do you like?” I asked.
She looked at both of them and took the larger one. “Let me see you use this one,” she said. I took it out and lay back on the bed spread-eagled so that she could easily see. I started with the vibrator on my breast, and moved it slowly around until the nipple was rock hard, then I moved to the other one. Katie moved her hand to the first breast and played with it. Since this was the first sex of the day, and I couldn’t get enough of Katie, I got really horny, really fast. Soon, I slid the vibrator down the middle of my stomach until it was right above my clit, and then moved it all around the outside of my pussy, feeling it vibrate the lips and my clit. Katie was engrossed, and now had both of my breasts occupied. I took my free hand and placed it in her lap, which caused her legs to part immediately. I placed my hand on her pussy and one finger slipped into her vagina up to the middle knuckle. I moved my palm lightly over her clit. She was breathing harder and I could see the sweat glistening on her skin, as her pussy became wetter and wetter.
I was beginning to get beyond seeing and feeling her, though. I moved the vibrator into my opening just an inch or so, and I could feel the vibrations throughout my mound. Suddenly, Katie reached down and grasped the vibrator and eased it slowly inside me. She threw her leg over me, and slapped her dripping pussy right on my mouth, as she leaned down and moved the vibrator slowly in and out of me. She clamped her lips on my clit, and sucked in rhythm to the pace of the vibrator. It was over soon for me. I sucked on that clit as wave after wave of warm pleasure rolled through me. Katie increased her rhythm to a furious pace until I relaxed completely and reached down to hold her hand still. “Did I do it okay?” She asked, moving off of me.
“You were wonderful,” I said.
I could tell she hadn’t come, and I asked if she wanted me to do it to her. “Don’t put it in me, please?” she asked. I promised I wouldn’t. She was lying on her back with her feet a few inches apart, but the tops of her thighs touching. I got the smaller vibrator, and began with it on her breasts. Her “mmmmm,” indicated she liked it. I spent some time, making sure she was completely relaxed, and then moved slowly down her stomach to her hips, and then down the front of her thighs. I moved it to the inside of her thighs, and then began to move it up until I felt her stiffen slightly. “It’s not going in, baby,” I assured her. She relaxed.
I drug it slowly up the insides of her thighs, until it just touched her pubic hairs, and her legs slowly parted leaving the vibrator on her mound, an inch from her clit. At that, she pushed her hips up to meet it, and I slid it down to barely part her lips. It slid easily in her passion juice, and I began to slide it up and down in her folds. She trusted me completely, now, and began to mover her hips up and down, to meet my thrusts. With the vibrator now fully slippery, I slid it up to touch her clit, and she reached down to grab my hand and hold it there for a few seconds before she relaxed her grip and I slid it back down into her folds. Back up slowly to her clit it came, and this time, her hand reached for my sex. I moved my hips, and she grasped my mons, inserting two fingers as she did.
My earlier orgasm had left me temporarily satisfied, and able to concentrate on her, but feeling her rising passion, and her hand on my pussy, had me getting hot again, and I pushed my hips back into her hand. I didn’t forget what I was about, though, and I began moving the vibrator up and down, onto her clit, into the outer part of her pussy, but being careful not to enter into that soft passage that my fingers had earlier been able to explore without objection. Katie was used to masturbation, but not to hundreds of cycles per second, and in only a few seconds, she grabbed my hand with her free hand and held the vibrator tightly against her clit, moving it side to side as she let a squeal that caused me to look to the monitor to see if Carolyn heard it. Carolyn was asleep, with the TV keeping her company.
Katie still had her hand on my mound, with her fingers in me, but all activity had ceased. I didn’t care. It felt so good, and I felt so contented that I was happy to just lie there. I switched the vibrator off, and put my hand back on her mound, and she put her hand on my hand, holding it tightly against her. Probably a half hour went by before I felt Katie’s fingers slide easily up my pleasure ramp to lightly squeeze my clit. I tentatively slid two fingers into her, one at a time and returned the favor. We proceeded slowly, and after many minutes each of us was licking and sucking and fingering the other so that we finally came within seconds of each other and fell back tired and satisfied.
Two giant orgasms into a Sunday morning had us tired, and we lay there holding each other for sometime, after which I told her she could stay there, that I was going to look in on Carolyn. I went to Carolyn’s room, and heard Katie walking to the kitchen. Obviously, Carolyn was fine, and I went to the kitchen to find Katie doing the morning dishes. When I was growing up, Carolyn wouldn’t have done the dishes without a gun to her head, and although I was better, I would never have done them without Mom asking. Katie had slipped a nightgown on, and I just sat at the table admiring her beautiful, slim round ass. A feeling of dread gripped me.
I was so happy having sex with Katie. I knew when the novelty of it wore off, some of the excitement would wane, but I knew for sure, it wasn’t going away. I was leaving in a month, and I couldn’t bear the thought of leaving her. I also couldn’t bear the thought of turning her back to Carolyn’s unreasonably demanding authority. Katie had decided she wasn’t going to put up with it, and I didn’t see anything good coming from it. Oh yeah, and five more days and I’d be telling Tom about this thing and trying to get my marriage through it.
And, what if we got caught? Would Katie come see me in prison? Would Tom? Mom? Carolyn certainly wouldn’t. I would be done with nursing for sure, and I loved it. Obviously, I didn’t expect to get caught, but the fear still buried itself in the back of my mind. I was going to tell Tom, and I couldn’t imagine he would turn me in, but I also really couldn’t imagine what he was going to do. What was done was done, and there was no use ruminating over it, I told myself, but I couldn’t get it completely out of my head.
Over the next five days, I pushed these thoughts back far enough to have one of the most wonderful weeks of my life. It wasn’t just the sex, although there was certainly a strong undercurrent of that. Katie was smart, and witty, and loving, and charming far beyond her years. She and I clicked. Whatever her failings, Carolyn had done something right.
Friday afternoon at 4:00, Katie drove me to the airport to catch my 5:42 flight. I got checked in, and we squeezed hands and talked until it was time for me to board. I felt so silly as we both had tears in our eyes. We were going to be apart for all of two days, and I missed her as soon as I lost sight of her. We took off right on time, and landed just after 11:30. As soon as I saw Tom, my spirits improved. Even though I dreaded telling him, seeing him caused me to hunger again to have his cock filling me. I had rehearsed the conversation, and had decided that the only right thing to do was to tell him as soon as we got home. Now that I saw him, I was very tempted to wait until after our first fucking to fill him in. I ran to his arms as soon as I could get to him, and fell against him, pressing my body against his and lifting my lips up to meet his. My breasts felt so good against his chest, and my pussy tingled thinking about his cock which I could feel hardening under his pants.
On the ride home, I told him about Carolyn’s condition and described Katie to him, in as glowing terms as I could muster. I wanted to prepare him as well as I could. When he got a word in, her said, “Jen, are you okay?” I knew I couldn’t hide anything from him.
“I’m fine,” I said. “I do have something I need to talk to you about, though.”
“Well...” he answered.
“Well, let’s get home and then we can talk,” I said. Tom didn’t say anything, and I could tell he was suddenly very concerned.
We got to the house, and Tom said, “well, what do we need to talk about?”
“Let’s get ready for bed, and then we can talk,” I told him. He gave me a quizzical look, but took my bag to the bedroom, and stripped down to his underwear. I went into the bathroom and put on the nightie I had purchased when I had Katie take me to Victoria’s Secret in Phoenix and came out and sat on the bed. I could tell that seeing the nightie made him feel some better. I wanted to try to turn him on telling about Katie, and so I described our actions just about like I have written them in this narrative, but I was very nervous. At the start, Tom’s underwear showed only the bulge of the flaccid penis, but I wasn’t far into the story before I saw him begin to grow, and by the time Katie’s and my clothes were off, he reached into the shorts and rearranged himself so that he was beginning to peek out the top of the waistband.
I described every detail and feeling, and when I got to my first orgasm, Tom pulled me off the bed and removed my top, then yanked my bottoms down and sat me back on the side of the bed and buried his face in my pussy. His tongue found first my hole, then slurped up to my clit. I wrapped my legs around his head, and pulled my hips up to meet his tongue. As he sucked on my clit, I felt him reach down to remove his shorts. Then he stood up with my legs still locked around his head and laid me lengthwise on the bed. A few more licks and he pulled my legs off, and quickly brought his torso up to meet mine.
His cock, dripping with precum, was poised at the entrance, and he shoved into my waiting hole, until I could feel his pulsing head pressed hard against my cervix. God, I hadn’t realized how much I had missed this. I guess because of the tension I had been under, I came almost immediately, rocked with the orgasm I could only reach when filled with his cock. This was different from Katie. Hers was soft and gentle and kind and giving. This was hard and primal and accepting. My tunnel grasped and pulled. My muscles contracted on that gigantic, rock-hard pillar, and it rewarded me jetting its steamy liquid over the inside of my golden vessel. Again and again I could feel that wondrous bull spitting his seed into me. As the spurting began to subside, he held himself fully buried within me, and I could feel the last of his jets squeezing out between his cum hole and the back of my vagina.
I could barely breathe. I couldn’t talk. I lay there trembling with sated passion. Tom was still inside me, his pubis pressed hard against mine, leaning on his outstretched arms as if he was trying to push completely through me. He was the master, and I was his. He ground himself into my clit as if to say, “see if your little sixteen year-old girl can do that for you.”
When I could finally breathe, I said, “so I guess you’re okay with it?”
“With what?” He quipped, and we both laughed, until we cried. Tom was still buried in me and showed no signs of retreating. He was still firm, if not as rigid as he had been. He still filled me and made me want more. “I love you, Jen. I’ve never loved you more. I would do anything and endure anything for you. If that makes you happy, then it makes me happy. It also makes me hot as hell, thinking about it. The thought of you, having her clit between your lips... rubbing your clits together... God, I’d love to see that.” At that, I could feel his cock begin to stiffen again. “You sucking her pussy juices, while she licks you...” He was moving now. His cock was fully hard again, and he was beginning to thrust in and out. This time he was slower, but he still pushed in as far as each thrust would go. “You ate her pussy,” he said, as he rammed into me. “She ate yours.” He was banging me hard and faster, now. “Tell me again,” he said. “Tell me how her pussy tasted.”
“It was sweet and delicious,” I said, warming to this game. “It smelled like pussy. Young pussy. Tight pussy. She had a beautiful clit. As big as mine.” He was churning and sweating and panting. His cock crashed against my cervix again and again, sending spikes of pleasure through my body. “Bigger – her clit was bigger than mine, and her pussy was so tight. I could barely get one finger in her. And when she came, I could feel that tight little hole squeezing and pulling and craving more and more, and I sucked her clit, and smelled her pussy, until she begged.”
Tom’s cock exploded into me again, and my body exploded back at him. My Kegel muscles clamped and pulled over and over, milking the last drop of that sweet semen from his glorious fucking engine. Finally, Tom pulled his member out of me and lay back on the bed beside me sweat dripping from both our bodies.
“You really understand? This doesn’t change us?” I asked.
“Understand? I don’t know. I understand the attraction for a woman. I actually experienced that myself once.” He said with his dry wit. “What you want to know is if I feel like you cheated on me. I really don’t. I’m not sure why. You want to know if I’m appalled that you had sex with another female. Obviously, I’m not: I’m intrigued by it. I’m excited by it. I’m enthralled with it. Does it change us? Not for the worse; not as far as I’m concerned. That is the most exciting sex we’ve had in a really long time. I feel really good about that. I’ll be ready for some more in a few minutes. Does it concern me that I might lose you to another woman? A bit. Might I?”
“You could never lose me to anyone,” I replied. I was really worried that you wouldn’t be able to get past this. I’m going back after the weekend, you know, and there’s going to be more of the same.”
“Give me a few minutes, and then tell me all about what’s going to happen,” Tom said, and in a few minutes I did, and we fucked again and then we fucked again. In the morning we fucked again. And we fucked again that night. Sunday we did it twice before it was time to go to the airport. He really was okay with it. He was more than okay, and I had a really big load off of my mind.