Matt looked at his wife, Sandra, their eyes locked together, and he blurted it out. His daughter stood behind her mother. One minute, they were all smiles, and the next, well, the proverbial shit hit the fan.
“We have something to tell you,” said Matt. He didn’t know why he used the word ‘we.’
Sandra looked intently at her husband, waiting for him to continue, but Matt didn’t know where to start. He didn’t know what effect that knowledge would have on his wife. Part of him cared for her, and he knew it would devastate her to learn what had been going on.
“I’m having an affair.” He told her. It was a half-truth.
Sandra glanced at Em before she lost control. Anger quickly surfaced, and she levelled a series of abuse in the direction of her husband.
“You’re fucking some tart, are you,” his wife shouted back at him, “some whore from the office. Did she get on her knees and suck you dry? Is that how it fucking started?”
Em’s mouth dropped open; she couldn’t believe her father had come out with it. Yes, they talked about just the two of them, but only a few times. Only to reaffirm how good the sex was between them, and how much they enjoyed it. In truth, Em couldn’t get enough of his cock, and sexually, he was in the same state as she was.
She suddenly became scared of the fallout that she could see developing between them.
“It’s not like that, it’s…”
“Don’t tell me what it’s like. Some slut has wrapped her legs around your cock, and you can’t get enough. That’s what it’s like. Is she blonde? Big tits? Have you fucked the sluts ass yet?”
Sandra didn’t seem to care that Em was listening to the conversation. She would say everything as if to embarrass her husband in front of her.
“Did you know he’s fucking around?” She suddenly asked Em.
She wasn’t expecting Em to walk up to her father; she wasn’t expecting her to put her arm around him, and she wasn’t expecting those vile words to leave her mouth.
“I’m the fucking slut,” Em said, “I’m the whore that’s fucking Dad, and why do you think that is?”
Sandra was dumbstruck. Silent. Her mouth rested open, but she couldn’t believe what she heard. She couldn’t believe they were standing together, facing this dilemma together. His own fucking daughter – no less.
“You heard it right, mother, Dad and I are fucking each other, and yes, he’s had my ass too.”
Matt’s head dropped as he looked at the floor. He didn’t think she should have said that, but she had; it was done, everything was out in the open. He was prepared to take all the blame, but now it was both of them who were in the firing line, and what a firing line it was. There would be all sorts of social services lining up for this one.
Sandra stormed out of the kitchen and ran upstairs. Matt could hear cupboards opening and being slammed shut, and Sandra reappeared with a small suitcase.
She looked her daughter in the eye, “You fucking whore,” she said and walked from the house.
In her angered state, she wanted to shout it out, tell the whole street that her husband was fucking his daughter, but that was just the anger talking. She reached the car and started driving. She didn’t know where.
The house fell silent. Matt couldn’t find anything sensible to say, and Em had that fuck it look on her face that said she was best left alone, but he opened his arms, and with her lips trembling, she turned to hug him. They clung together and rocked their bodies for what seemed like ages. It was the best he could think of doing.
The bombshell had affected everyone, and Matt hoped that he and Em would at least come out of it unscathed.
Em suddenly realised that their actions had split up the family. It was she who did it, not the secretary from work. It was her venomous words that hurt her mother the most, not that she didn’t deserve them at the time.
And yet, it was Matt who insisted that it was not her fault. Not in the slightest. It was his responsibility, his error of judgment, that took them along the path to this situation.
“I’m sorry,” he told Em, “sorry that I love you so much and wanted you in my bed instead of your mother.”
It brought a smile to Em’s face. She raised her head off her father’s shoulder and kissed him full on the lips, before lifting her legs into the air and wrapping them around his waist.
Sandra ended up at a local hotel, which was cheap and cheerful, but it was somewhere to stay and come to terms with what had happened. She felt betrayed by her husband and her daughter. She started to wonder whether it was her fault. Whether that website she strayed onto, the one that promised better orgasms than any man could give, Killing Kittens, it was called, had pushed her away from her husband. It was the main reason they didn’t have sex so often, if at all. Was that the main reason that pushed Em towards him? Or was that her doing? She was, after all, a very sexy woman.
By Wednesday, after four days in the hotel, Sandra found herself knocking on the front door of the house. She still thought of it as home.
She was surprised when Matt answered the door, invited her in and offered her a cup of tea. She gratefully accepted. The conversation was stilted, one-sided, with most of it coming from Matt, and while Sandra was still disgusted with what she had learned, she blurted out the reason she had visited.
“I need somewhere to stay,” she said, “the hotel is not convenient. I can’t work there.”
He thought for a while, wondered what Em would say. Should he text her to let her know? He made the decision himself and agreed that Sandra could stay, but she would have to sleep in Em’s room.
Em’s room, thought Sandra, what a come down. It was almost as if she were being treated as a desperate and homeless third party. She agreed. She had to.
When Em came home from school, Matt told her what had happened. She hugged her father, which seemed to put him at ease, telling him that he had done the right thing.
Meal times were strained; often, Sandra would eat alone, and at odd times of the day, just to stay out of their way. Her daughter didn’t seem to harbour any ill thoughts towards her mother, but every time Sandra looked at Em, all she could see was the ‘other woman’ and not her daughter. In fact, it was hard for her to accept that she was her daughter.
Despite keeping out of their way as much as she could, Sandra could not help hearing the creaking bedsprings at night, and on more than one occasion did she listen at the bedroom door while they fucked their brains out. The words her daughter used while in the throes of orgasm caused her to shake her head in disbelief. And yet, listening at the door, turned her on. Made her wet with desire. When she had heard enough, she headed back to her daughter’s room to masturbate.
How the tables had turned.
One morning, a Friday as it happened, Sandra confronted her daughter at breakfast, asking her how she could fuck so often.
“I love fucking, mum,” she replied, “Simple as that. I guess you did once, to have me.”
“Yes, I did,” Sandra replied, “I just got confused, re-educated somewhat.”
Em didn’t understand, but it was too late for questions, school was calling, and she had to rush off. Sandra was surprised when Em rushed to hug her before leaving.
“I’m glad you’re back with us, mum,” she said, “I’ve missed you.”
A rush of guilt shot through Sandra, as if it were her fault that they had swapped bedrooms.
After four weeks of listening to the debauchery, Sandra found herself facing the bedroom door. It was a Friday. She had watched Matt and Em frolick downstairs while watching television, though she had tried to be discreet about it; she had watched Em’s hand rest on Matt’s leg, and she had seen how Matt lovingly enveloped her head as it rested on his chest.
Sandra surmised that if she weren’t present, they would have their hands all over each other, probably fucking on the sofa. Little did she know that Matt’s fingers were indeed swiping through the folds of Em’s pussy while hidden from his wife.
Matt excused himself, with the idea that he would leave Em and Sandra to chat, but as soon as he left, Sandra announced that she was going to bed too.
It was less than an hour later that Sandra found herself standing with her face to the master bedroom door. She could hear them inside. She could hear her daughter telling her father how good it was, how she loved being licked, and how she loved his dick.
Sandra heard it, loud and clear, “Fuck me harder, Daddy. Yes, that’s it. This is so good.”
She listened some more, “I’m cumming, Daddy. I’m fucking cumming.”
Sandra’s pussy started to leak, she felt a hotness between her thighs, and her nipples, which she had been pinching, were hard and sore. Her hands shook, trembling at the thoughts going through her mind. Thoughts of her husband fucking his daughter, almost in front of her.
Her hand lifted of its own accord. She couldn’t believe how much it trembled, inches from the door and formed into a fist. She knocked hard. Three hard bangs on the door. She waited.
Her daughter’s orgasmic cries of ‘I’m cumming, I’m cumming,’ were silenced. The whole room fell silent. She imagined them looking at each other, wondering what the fuck was happening. It brought a smile to her face to think that she had surprised them.
She was right. Em and Matt stopped what they were doing and stared at each other. Matt shrugged. Em raised her hands in disbelief. He looked towards the door and back at Em. With his cock suffering from the sudden shock, he slipped it out of Em’s pussy and turned to the door, while Em twisted on the bed to face it.
“Come in,” said Matt.
Outside, Sandra jumped at the sudden instruction. She had thought that they would stay silent, and she’d be left walking back to her room. She opened the door, her body shaking and cold despite the warmth of her dressing gown. She looked at Matt first and then at Em lying on the bed. Legs curled up in front of her, pussy well used, obviously. Matt’s cock, flaccid despite the picture of Em on the bed displaying her pussy to his gaze.
“I hope I didn’t disturb you,” Sandra said. Neither of them laughed at the obvious double entendre.
“I was just trying to sleep, and there was a loud noise, so here I am.”
Nobody said a word at first, either from being stunned at the three of them in the same room together or from not knowing how to proceed.
“The sounds made me feel very horny,” Sandra added, catching the smile on Em’s face.
“I know how you feel,” said Em, “having just climaxed, I feel the same.”
A smile broke out on Sandra’s lips as her daughter threw her a lifeline.
“Why don’t you let Daddy help you out, like he’s been helping me?” Em said, patting the bed to her side.
Matt couldn’t believe what was happening. He looked from Em to Sandra and back to Em. She shot him a quick wink as if to say, ‘trust me’.
Sandra dropped her dressing gown on the floor and moved towards the bed. She placed her hands on it and crawled up, parting her thighs and resting her knees on the edge.
“Like this?” asked Sandra. She almost gasped at the lewdness of her actions.
“Just like that,” Em replied. She looked at her father as if to say, ‘What are you waiting for?’
Matt’s cock hardened significantly with the brief conversational exchange. His cock was fully erect when he positioned it at his wife’s opening. He pushed it in, finding her as wet as fuck. She wasn’t as tight as Em, but it was still a heavenly fuck. He pulled back and pushed it in again.
“Fuck her, Daddy,” Em instructed. “Fuck her hard. I think she needs it.”
Em let her father thrust in a few times. He saw her stroke her pussy, saw her spread her lips apart with her fingers, saw the look on her face that said something was about to happen, saw the sudden move as she swung one leg over her mother’s head, shimmied in her direction, placed her hand on the back of her head and brought her face onto her succulent twat. She lifted her ass in the air so that her mother had no other option but to lick pussy.
Sandra’s muffled moans couldn’t be deciphered, but Matt nearly came when he saw that his wife had raised her hands under Em’s thighs and pulled her towards her mouth. She sucked hard on her daughter’s pussy, pushing her tongue inside her delicate hole, licking her, pushing her legs backwards to ply her tongue over her anus. It was everything they taught you at Killing Kittens. How to pleasure a woman like no one else ever could. She licked her daughter’s twat like she had been deprived of pussy for the last ten years.
And Matt couldn’t believe what he was seeing, but he could believe the words coming out of his daughter’s mouth, and she didn’t hold back with her instructions. She told her mother exactly what she wanted her to do: to lick her until she squirted all over her face.
Both women seemed insatiable, and Matt couldn’t hold back any longer. He wondered about taking his wife’s asshole, but it was too late. He pushed his cock in hard and unloaded everything into her pussy. He wanted to reach forward and gather her hair in his hands to pull backwards, but Em was crying out in the throes of orgasm, and his wife’s mouth had clamped over her pussy and was bringing her off.
Em climaxed with some force, her body shuddering. She had had enough orgasms that night already, but this one was intense, probably down to who was giving it, rather than how it was being administered.
By the time Matt pulled free, all he could see was Sandra licking lovingly along her daughter’s slit, with both of Em’s hands on the back of her head. She pushed her mother away from her pussy and smiled.
“My turn,” she said, “get up here, Mum,” she ordered.
They exchanged places, and the next Matt knew was that his daughter was sucking pussy and wiggling her bum on the edge of the bed. It had an immediate effect on his cock, and this time it was her ass he was going for; without doubt, it would be his daughter’s ass he would fuck while she sucked pussy. His wife’s pussy.
Only one thought filled his mind. He could see it in Em’s face when she encouraged him to fuck his wife, when she gave her mother no option but to suck on her pussy, and when she changed position, waiting for her father’s cock up her ass. He knew that Em would be thinking the same thing.
The family.
With the three of them fucking each other, the family were back together. Only this time it would be different, the sex would run freely because Em wouldn’t have it any other way. Sandra would have her fill of pussy, and Matt would be hard put to satisfy two wanton women in one night.
Would he cope?
