In Part 2 –
My father-in-law reached over my head and began to apply the lanolin on my nipples. My small B-cup breasts delighted in his fondling hands. I shivered when his lips brushed my ear and he said “Your tits drive me insane, Tracy. Insane. Such perfect tits for such a perfect little Mommy.” I lowered one of my hands to touch my pubis; Thomas’s hand came with mine.
“Dad? Tracy? The baby is awake.” We both looked at Bradley, hesitant to enter the room in which his wife was being caressed by his father. “Thomas,” I said, “let’s continue tomorrow, OK? I need some time alone with Bradley now.”
Late that night, at 1:00 am the baby cried and woke me. I went to his room, scooped him up in my arms, and sat in the nursing chair. I closed my eyes, my mind drifted back to times my husband applied the cream, and then to that afternoon, when his father had taken over. I made a decision there in the dark that would alter all our lives, then tiptoed back to bed. I was already wet again, down there. My libido was back.
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PART 3
I woke before Bradley the next morning, awakened by the baby’s cries. As I sat in the nursing chair, my husband came into the nursery and sat at my feet. He loved to be near me when I fed – it gave him a sort of connection, too. He gently placed his arm over my thighs and rested his head against my knees. I petted his messy hair but remained silent.
“About yesterday,” he started abruptly, then fell silent. I think he didn’t know what he wanted to say about yesterday, only that something needed saying.
After a pause, I spoke. “Yesterday was difficult for you, Bradley. I’m so proud how well you handled yourself.” Putting it right out there, I continued, “your father is so demanding. I know it isn’t easy for you to be a man in your own house when he treats you like a boy all the time.”
His silence encouraged me to continue voicing his thoughts for him. “You’re such a good son to your parents, Bradley. Not many men would buy the house their father suggested just because Mom and Dad wanted us close. Your Dad always wants to lead everyone, and he just expects us to follow.”
“I love my parents, Tracy. I’m lucky you understand.”
“Bradley, I love my parents, too, but we live far from them because your father wants us close. He wants us to be part of his family.”
I reached for my cup of warm water, my nursing drink. Bradley remained silent again and stroked my thighs as I rubbed his hair. I let the silence linger and expand as my husband considered his next thought.
“We already are part of his family, Tracy. He won’t be satisfied just having us as neighbors. We both know he wants more.”
I knew what I was going to say, but let Bradley squirm with his thoughts of Thomas taking more. I could have squirmed a little too, if I hadn’t restrained myself. Bradley had to see this through in his own mind.
“He did it before. In college. I mean I was in college, and I fell in love, and I brought her home at Christmas to meet my parents.”
I allowed the silence to calm him.
“He took her from me. Right there in our house. Then he bought her a ticket home and sent her packing. I saw her again, back on campus, and she never spoke about it. But I knew, and she knew I did. It was humiliating.”
“It won’t ever be like that, Bradley. I love you, and he can’t take that. He can’t send me away, separate us. I adore you just the way you are. Don’t worry about the other thing. It isn’t that big a deal as long as you and I love each other and our baby boy.”
We both knew what “the other thing” was. He turned his head and kissed my thigh. Now I allowed myself to squirm. Bradley thought it was his lips on my upper thighs, but I squirmed imagining that college girl being speared by her boyfriend’s father, in his house, in his bed, years before. Planting his claim inside his young son’s sweetheart, then tossing her aside, sending her away, done with her. But her not done being a living humiliation to my husband. Attending classes with his father’s conquest. Smiling at the young woman who gave up his penis for his father’s. God, did I squirm, damp now.
“I want to put the baby down and you and I get back in bed for a while, OK? I need some special time with my husband.”
Back in bed I almost came, still thinking about Thomas and the special Christmas gift his naïve son brought him. Almost climaxed, but not quite. Bradley came inside me for the first time in a month. Perhaps he was also thinking of her, under Thomas, making him a cuckold.
I didn’t mind “giving him one”, an orgasm of his not matched by one for me. He deserved it after last night’s handjob and this morning’s confession. He lay on top of me, shriveled up inside me, and kissed the angle where my neck meets my shoulders. There were other orgasms in my future now, not far off. My husband could have this one. He deserved it.
We must have napped there in bed, Bradley’s cum drooling out of me, for almost an hour. I awakened first – new mothers always do – and jumped in the shower. I emerged clean and clear headed as Bradly shuffled in for his turn. I playfully moved to wash his penis and he actually pulled back from me. “God, Tracy, last night and again this morning? Can’t get enough, can you?” But he was laughing.
“You poor sex object, you. You love it. And I’ll get enough if Thomas shows up, won’t I?” I had thought I was making a joke, but my husband’s grin disappeared.
“Tracy, let’s talk about that some more before anything happens we can’t undo, OK?”
I was surprised a bit, because I thought we were on the same page, but I felt my husband’s concern. “Of course, Honey. You are in charge of me. Dad takes nothing you don’t agree to give. You share me, or not. I will absolutely do what you want.”
We both smiled, and exchanged a peck on the lips as I again reached for his penis. He was hard now. We each thought we had “won”, but I knew that when Thomas asked for me, Bradley would yield. Bradley always yielded.
Using the soap I continued stroking my sweet husband. It did look a little red and tender down there, but he was closing his eyes and groaning his pleasure. I took it easy, squeezing very lightly. If he came, it would be his first-ever “hat trick”.
“Maybe we should take this back to bed, Bradley?” He made more noises. “Do you think you could cum inside me again, Baby?” Now his face was twisted and his orgasm loomed. Wow, a triple? Not like the man I knew.
Then it came to me. “I need to be fucked again, Bradley. Please?” He was whimpering like a puppy now, so close.
“OK, Baby Boy. Go ahead and cum. Your Daddy will be here soon.”
That did it, although he had only the tiniest amount of cum left to unload.
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Holy fuck ??
What a story