Remembering my first wife Edyta and how I came to terms with her sexuality stirs mixed feelings inside me. After the incident with her father that I wrote about earlier there was only one more time with him that I know of, though I can’t be certain.
She always kept so much hidden from me.
She and I had moved to Miami together into a small appartment on Northshore Blvd just up the street from The Omni hotel/mall.
With Hurricane Andrew rolling in and no one sure which path it would take her dad came up from Marathon to stay with us and weather the storm. As we lived on the 2nd story in a solidly built old hotel that had been made into apartments it turned out to be a good idea.
Being from Poland the idea of a hurricane truly frightened them, so it was the only time I saw my father-in-law drink to excess. He pretty much stayed drunk throughout the entire storm, with her help of course.
And she took the opportunity to keep him drained as well.
Our front door opened to an exposed walkway, though because of how the building sat the winds at first hit the back, which only had a tiny little window. When the winds shifted the other way it was still protected from the hi-rise buildings just to the south in downtown. So I would spend time out there watching the storm, amazed by the sheer power of mother nature.
The first time I came back inside I found something else quite amazing too.
My father-in-law drunk, barely coherent and laid out on our bed. Her butt naked kneeling between his legs and sucking his cock down like a cherished sweet little girls lolipop.
Tongue teasing the tip, little licks then a suckle of the tip with her lips. One hand index circled to thumb around its base, the other cupping his balls. Occasionally taking him deep in her throat while he mumbled something neither of us ever understood.
I had a clear view of he bulging pussy mound from behind with its dark engorged lips, glistening with her wetness. Little drop forming on the tip of her swollen protruding clit. As I was standing just a little to the side I could watch everything. Getting instantly rock hard I pulled my dick out and went to take her, but she stopped me and turned around.
Guiding his cock with one hand, directing it between her lips while she lowered herself onto him the other lightly but firmly holding my sack she said “not yet honey. He’s been without since we moved up here”.
I never found out if she meant since the one time before or if she’d been keeping his cock satisfied for the 3 months after. Until we moved here. I’m thinking she kept fucking her daddy on a regular basis.
As she began to ride him she was still holding me. My hard dick pointed at her mouth but not sucking me.
Bouncing up and down on his cock and screaming with pleasure, the front door open and curtains drawn. There was no one else in the building, but the idea was just crazy. Hurricane Andrew raging outside while my soon to be wife literally held me by the balls and rode her daddy’s rockhard cock.
And screaming as she came.
Knowing what her sweet tight pussy feels like when she cums it was no surprised to hear his drunken breath catch and his hips move up to plunge himself deep as he unloaded inside her. Everydrop of his cum flowing deep as his balls clinched, shooting hard into his daughters pussy. Cum foam forming on her deep purple labia as her daddy’s sperm began to spill out while he delivered every last drop into what must have been directly inside her cervex.
She sat down onto him, shaking. Waiting for him to go soft and slip out. Cupping her pussy lips as she went to the bathroom to get a cloth and clean him up as he began to snore.
With him clean we went outside together to watch the storm. Still naked she leaned forward on the handrails, pushing her ass back to make sure her sweet cunt was fully exposed. I of course still had my cock out and was still quite hard, and my balls were beginning to feel the pressure of build up. Watching her dad’s cum slowly ooze out of her down in between her legs was driving me crazy, but she still wouldn’t let me fuck her.
“I want you ready to fight me. To fuck me no matter what I say. Rape me no matter how hard I fight.”
So the hours stretched on. Every 2 or 3 hours she’d get him hard and fuck him again. His balls getting noticibly smaller while mine got bigger. Feeding him drinks to keep him fucked up.
And as Hurricane Andrew began to pass I’d finally had enough. She screamed. She scratched and fought with everything she had. Swore she was only kidding, that we’d ‘make love’ later. But I’d had enough.
I tied her hands behind her back with an extension cord and put her throat against the balcony rail and tied her down with another. Every time she struggled it would begin to choke her, so she had to stay still. Her screams for help went unanswered. To much alcohol had him oblivious, and the storm took away the chance of anyone else hearing her cries.
The balcony did face Northshore Boulevard so if anyone that happened to be passing they would have seen her naked tied to the balcony.
Exposed to the high-rise buildings also.
Then I fucked her. Fucked her hard. So hard that there were bruises as if she’d been beaten on her ass. And when I came it was like a gusher, spurting out of her with each thrust. Mine and his sperm mixed and overflowing from her cunt.
She screeched “Nooo” as she came. Her whole body convulsing.
I left her like that. And took her 2 more times. Telling her she’s lucky no one else was around or I’d have them fuck her too. She screamed for me to stop, choking when she struggled and as I penetrated her deep. Begged for it to end. But she came within 2 strokes of me being inside, and often 2 more times before I did.
When I finally let her go she fell crying into my arms whispering hoarsely “thank you baby. That was incredible”. So weak I had to carry her inside.
She rode her father one more time while he was passed out. With the storm passed we quickly got cleaned up and waited.
But she left our cum mingled together inside of her.