My girlfriend likes incest, and I like hotwifing (2) [MFM]

PART TWO

(I **strongly** suggest reading [Part One](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ohrlp3/my_girlfriend_likes_incest_and_i_like_hotwifing/) first)

I studied my Dad as he stood from his end of the couch and began to unbuckle his belt. My girlfriend Anastasia had, after all, just bid him to do so; she watched with total focus, her green eyes almost comically wide on the television screen which the Skype video call was displayed on. He unzipped himself and undid the button, hands shaking slightly as he pulled down his boxers to free his fully erect and fairly stout cock.

Anastasia nearly cooed in delight. “That is so perfect! I adore him, Nick! And it looks like he needs some attention, pronto.” She started to remove the remainder of her shirt with a shy expression, before stopping abruptly. “But I’m so far away! What do you think we should do, Jake?” she asked, here eyes flicking over to me.

“You’re what, 45 seconds away by car?”

“Well, 37 seconds if I speed,” she said with a half-smile. “See you fellas in a minute.” Her eyes went back to my Dad, who seemed to be about to protest. Anastasia held up a single finger to stop him in his tracks. “Nick, don’t worry, I’m not going to touch you anywhere without your permission. But, Nick…” and she bit her lower lip, tugging on her exposed brown nipples for us again, eyes burning as she finally said, “You can touch me anywhere you want with anything you like. You got that?” Without waiting for a response, she killed the call.

My Dad fell back into his seat as if released by a spell. After a moment and a steadying breath he turned his head toward me, his eyes locking with mine. Slowly, he said, “Son… what’s about to happen, exactly?”

I shrugged at length. “That’s up to you. If you’re asking what could happen the answer is ‘very nearly anything you could think of.’” Seeing his confusion, I continued, “What I mean is… you can take this some of the way, a lot of the way, or even all of the way. Make sense, Dad?”

I swear I saw his cock twitch when I mentioned “all of the way,” but it seemed Dad himself was very conflicted. “Listen,” he said, “I’m married to your mother who I happen to love even if we have our… *challenges* these days with her working non-stop. And yes, Anastasia is stunning and… I want her. I want her right now. Which you seem to be almost eerily OK with.”

He paused, and I nodded at him to continue. When he seemed to struggle anyway, I said quietly, “Go ahead, Dad. You can say literally anything to me.”

Dad’s response came at once. “I will not betray my vows to your mother!”

I wasn’t surprised to hear him say that, but something about that suddenly passionate statement didn’t sit well with me, so I prodded. “That’s what you were struggling to say? Come on, Dad.”

My Dad sighed. “Jake… if you give her me today, what’s to stop me from having her again tomorrow? Or the next day? Or every day? You think I’d take a day off? Because believe me, I wouldn’t want to.” He rubbed his eyes with his palms, saying, “You would get sick of your Dad fucking your girlfriend eventually, and then I’d be back to square one. So why risk everything just to get back to the beginning?”

I shifted in my own seat on the sofa, pivoting one leg up on to the cushions and leaving the other to dangle off to the opposite side, effectively exposing my covered crotch to his direct line of sight as I leaned my back against the armrest. I gestured towards my lap, giving my Dad his first view of how erect I was through my thin athletic shorts. “There’s what I think about you fucking Anastasia every day you want.”

He was adamant. “I will not betray – “

And then, a rapid knock on the front door. Anastasia had arrived!

I jumped up and raced to the door before my Dad could register what was happening, tearing it open and beginning to usher in Anastasia until she pushed past me with a giggle and sprinted towards the living room, ponytail flying. I could see she had the same denim button-down shirt and short khaki shorts from earlier. With a grin, I pursued her.

Rounding the corner just after Anastasia, I saw her jump into my father playfully where he sat on the couch, his pants still pooled around his ankles and his face the picture of uncertainty. She nevertheless cuddled up to his side, both hands resting on his upper bare thigh as she looked at him with unconcealed glee.

*We’ve got to tread carefully*, I thought, concerned my Dad might call the whole thing off. *Slow it down, and get back to basics*.

“Anastasia,” I said, “Why don’t you tell Dad what you’re willing to do, and we can see how far he’s comfortable taking this.” As they both glanced over to me, I continued, “I think Dad needs a little clarity right now.”

She sat up on her knees, maneuvering to straddle Dad’s nude lap with his cock still engorged. She knelt down lower until her ass rested on his thighs, placing one hand on either shoulder so as to look him in the eye. His dick rested against her covered crotch. “So, baby,” she said softly, “I’m willing to go as far as you want, whenever you want. I’ll respect any boundaries you set. You tell me… what do you want to happen today?”

My Dad swallowed before replying. “I can’t touch you anywhere that isn’t PG, and you have to do the same for me. Other than that… I can be flexible.”

Anastasia smiled. “That leaves us a lot of options, doesn’t it?” She stroked his face with a hand gently, almost hesitantly. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course, Anastasia.”

“Does… does daddy – that is, do you want a kiss?”

My Dad’s eyebrows shot up. “Have a pet name for me, do you?” he teased gently.

Anastasia’s cheeks reddened. “Is that OK?”

My Dad nodded. “Of course. And, yes, daddy wants a kiss very much.”

I held my breath from my seat across them on the couch as Anastasia leaned in for their first real kiss, her soft lips making contact with his as my cock spasmed with excitement. She moaned almost imperceptibly as they held for several seconds before separating. Anastasia pulled back just far enough to breathe, “Would daddy like another?”

In response, my dad’s hand circled around to cup the back of her head, and he pulled her face back in for more. They kissed tenderly and passionately for minutes, and then Anastasia opened her mouth to accept his tongue while her hands caressed his face again and again.

My Dad’s cock was pushing firmly against my girlfriend’s crotch as she began to grind ever so slowly against him. *Not exactly PG anymore, are we?* I mused. I wanted more. I decided to reach across the sofa and start undoing her shirt, and before long her bare, bra-less breasts were exposed again for Dad’s personal inspection.

Anastasia began to kiss more forcefully, more passionately now that she was half nude. My Dad gladly returned her heat, so much so I decided to reach in again and deftly unsnap the top button of her shorts.

She got the message. Pulling herself away from him, Anastasia hopped up to her feet with a grin to wriggle out of them. Her tits jiggled wildly within arm’s reach of my father, whose eyes never drifted from her as she revealed tight purple boy shorts underwear that clung to an obviously wet pussy. Anastasia resumed her former position, and this time his prick was separated from her cunt by incredibly thin fabric.

Her grinding became more obvious, more deliberate. She rubbed her increasingly soaked pussy up and down his shaft in a steadily increasing tempo. I imagined what it must be like for him to feel her wetness sliding against his rigid member.

Dad groaned in pleasure, and started lifting his hips slightly in time with her.
He stroked her hair, allowing his hands to travel down as far as her bare collarbone while his thumbs circled lower, brushing the top of her breasts. He seemed to be toying with boundaries as much as she was, taking himself a little closer to his limit.

I slid my hand in my shorts and started jacking myself slowly, careful not to disturb them. Watching my Dad’s hip movements increase and watching my girlfriend’s juicy cunt begin to try and rub him off in earnest, I’d never been harder in my life!

Anastasia started kissing his neck as her hands found his chest, fingers kneading his pecs while his own hands wrapped around her waist. Anastasia was bucking her hips much more rapidly now, breasts bouncing. Dad seemed to be drawing her in harder with every thrust of his own. Precum dribbled out of him, and Anastasia took note.

“Daddy,” she murmured seductively, still humping his dick, “You’re leaking. Would you like to feed me a little?”

His eyes were enormous as he processed the offer. “You want my cum?”

Anastasia stopped gyrating long enough to slide a hand inside her panties and come back at once with three extremely wet fingers. “Only if you’ll have some of mine, too.”

My Dad took the wrist of her offered hand and guided it to his lips, sucking my girlfriend’s vaginal juices up with so little hesitation I could hardly believe it. After he savored her unique flavor, he said quietly, “I want more. Now.”

Anastasia stood up again in a flash, peeling her underwear down to reveal her neat, trimmed patch of pubic hair and puffy labia which were clearly sopping with her cum. As she again resumed her spot on his thighs, this time she leaned back slightly and inserted two fingers smoothly inside her pussy for three long, languid thrusts before offering him her glistening digits once more.

Dad sucked them clean and nodded for her to do it again. And again… and again. My girlfriend was fingering herself and intermittently feeding my Dad her cum while he began pumping his cock with one hand and rubbing her upper thigh with the other, squeezing the tanned flesh repeatedly.

Anastasia’s voice was pure sex. “You like tasting my pussy, daddy?” Her unoccupied hand wrapped around a breast, squeezing it while she frigged herself before yet again serving him more of her cream. “You can have it any time you want it. You just tell me when you’re hungry for it. You can have me anytime you want, however you want.” She accentuated the point by kissing him hungrily again for a few moments before parting long enough to say, “But I need to taste you. *Now*.”

Dad’s jerking off slowed until his hand pumped once more all the way down and all the way up until his foreskin reached the crown of his cock. A fat bead of his sperm began to tickle out and he swiped it up with a finger, offering it to Anastasia.

She looked at the glob of cum, then her eyes flicked up to him as she said, “Oh, no. Nuh-uh. You’re gonna have to give me a lot more than that.” She slid off his lap, pivoting onto the couch cushions on all fours until her pussy was facing me and her face was level with my father’s. Anastasia leaned in for a kiss, then whispered softly, “Cum on my face, daddy.”

Dad stood just long enough to kneel back down on the cushions, his dick pointing straight at her face no more than a couple of inches away. He braced one arm against the side of the sofa for balance, and with his free hand began stroking himself once more.

As Dad milked his cock in front of her face, Anastasia wiggled her ass in my direction. That was an invitation if ever there was one.

I slid my shorts down to release my aching prick, slick with precum, and scooted over behind her until I was in position. I placed my hands on her hips and sunk my cock inside her incredibly wet pussy in a single, fluid motion.

Anastasia’s heat and wetness were unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. As I started slowly pistoning in and out of her slit, I was amazed to see her cum coating my prick and starting to dribble out of her hole with every stroke. Before long, I was fucking her in earnest as my hips slapped against her ass while I buried myself inside her. The sound of sex filled the room.

Anastasia moaned, eyes locked with my father. “You like this Daddy?” she breathed raggedly. “You like watching me get fucked?” He nodded, so she continued, “You like watching your son shove his cock in me? I bet you wish it was you, don’t you?” He nodded again, red-faced and wordless. “But you can’t because of Stephanie, right?” Another nod; Anastasia began to moan and writhe as I continued to rail her. “Well, fuck her! I get your cum!”

My dad’s hand was a blur on his dick, and I could see his body start to tense. His cock head was nearly close enough to touch Anastasia’s lips.

“So cum on my face, Daddy,” my girlfriend bade him as she rode her way to orgasm. “Cum for me! Cum in my mouth for me!”

Her lips parted, and my Dad bellowed as four thick ropes of cum shot from him almost directly onto Anastasi’s tongue. Her body shook with pleasure as she reached her peak, and she turned her head to face me, showing off the treasure in her mouth before swallowing and licking her lips.

That was the last straw for me. I felt my thighs and ass start to seize up, a rippling a wave of pleasure running up to the tip of my cock as I shot my load inside Anastasia’s tight cunt. As I pumped my sperm inside her, I felt her squeeze back to try and lock me in place and get all she could.

We all more or less collapsed down in a pile: my Dad on the far end of the couch, Anastasia with her beaming face was sprawled out in his lap, and I leaned heavily on Anastasia.

I decided almost reflexively to break the ice rather than let silence fill the room. “Thanks, Dad. That was awesome!”

Anastasia giggled, her hands covering her face. “I’ve never cum that hard in my fucking *life*!” She peeked between her fingers up to my Dad. “How about you, Daddy?” she asked excitedly. “Did I do good?”

My Dad looked to her, then looked to me, and said, “You two are OK? Really?”

I nodded enthusiastically and Anastasia burst out laughing at the idea.

““Oh my god, never better!” she gushed, reaching up to take his face in her hands. “Now don’t get in your head and start getting bent out of shape,” she said semi-sternly. “I know exactly how we can make this a guilt-free experience for you.”

My Dad barked a laugh. “Oh, this should be good.”

“And you have to hear our solution to how you can *fuck* me.”

“I’m waiting.”

That’s when Anastasia started talking about our plans concerning my Mom.

Part three to follow…

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