My husband Tom and I had been married for five years now, and while our relationship was strong, our libidos were adventurous. In our mid-20s, we had started experimenting with the swinging lifestyle for a few years now, ever since before we got married, attending parties and clubs, and hooking up with other couples who shared a similar open-minded attitude towards intimacy, indulging in group play, trading partners, casual encounters, and pleasuring each other for the thrill of it all. It was exhilarating and brought a new level of excitement to our marriage.
One night at a wild event, as I knelt on the floor, pleasuring a handsome man orally, Bob’s cock sliding down my throat. As I serviced him, I heard a voice right behind me. “Mmm, what a pretty sight.” Before I could react, strong hands gripped my hips, and a large, hard cock plunged into my dripping pussy from behind. I let out a moan around Bob’s shaft, feeling the thick member stretch me open, not knowing who this second man was.
My eyes went wide as the fucking intensified. Oh, God, it felt so good! When I finally worked Bob through to his climax, I turned to thank my other partner and got the shock of my life. It was my father-in-law, Tom’s dad Jack! My eyes met his, and my blood ran cold. What was HE doing here?
I stared at him in shock as he pulled out, a self-satisfied smirk on his face. “You’re quite the slut, aren’t you, dear? I always knew you two were into this swinging stuff. And I must say, that pussy of yours is divine. I knew you’d be a good fuck from the moment I met you.” He flashed her a wolfish grin. Damned if he wasn’t a good fuck!
I opened my mouth but no words came out. How could I respond? My own father-in-law had just fucked me without a care in the world. Tom, engrossed in a threesome nearby, was oblivious. Jack winked and sauntered off to find his next conquest, leaving me stunned and confused.
The next week, Jack called me up out of the blue. “Hey there, sweetheart. Last week was fun. I have a favor to ask. I have a buddy who’s getting married soon and he wants an epic bachelor party. I thought you might like to join us. It’s strictly casual, you know how it is. Let me know if you’re free and game.”
I hesitated, biting my lip. “Depends what you have in mind…and what’s in it for me.” My nipples tightened at the memory of Jack’s strong hands gripping me, plunging into me, my pussy moistened. Damn him for making my body react again.
“Uh… you know, whatever makes you happy,” Jack replied with a chuckle.
“How far did you want me to go, Jack?” I asked coyly.
“Oh, you know the drill – give ’em a show that’ll make ’em happy. Don’t hold back. That’s all I ask!”
A few nights later, I arrived at a posh hotel suite, clad in a slinky red dress, ready to party. Nine men greeted me, eyes roving over my body. I stripped off slowly, revealing my ample curves, and got to work.
One, two, three at a time attacked me at once, a horde of hands squeezing and groping. I let out a yelp of surprise, then a moan as fingers slid under my dress, pumping into my soaked panties. The guys went wild, like a pack of horny wolves, and I was in my element.
It was a night of unbridled sex. I was passed from man to man, sucking and fucking, drool running down my chin, cunt pounded mercilessly. I fucked them all silly, riding them hard, taking them deep. My pussy was pounded in ways I’d never known before. I came so many times I lost count, writhing in ecstasy on a sea of hard flesh.
By the end, my legs were jelly and I was a babbling mess, begging for one more cock, then one more. They left me sprawled on the floor, cum splattered and well-used. I was utterly spent, but immensely satisfied.
Jack helped me up with a wink. “You did well. I’ll have to pay you more often.” He slipped an envelope of cash into my bra. I took it, head spinning. He was paying me to be his personal fuck-toy? I knew I should be angry… but I couldn’t deny how much I’d gotten off on the depravity of it all.
Over the next year, it became a regular thing. Jack would call, I’d attend, and he’d pay me to pleasure his buddies on their last nights of freedom. I was his secret weapon. And damn if I didn’t love every second of being their cock-hungry slut.
A few months later, Jack had another request. “Hey, I’m hosting a poker night soon, just me and the boys. Would you mind serving some drinks? But dress sexy for us, okay? Tease them a bit,” he said with a smirk. “Don’t let them get too much poker done.” He winked.
“How sexy is sexy?” I asked with a smirk.
“Leave nothing to the imagination, love. And don’t forget G-string, stockings, and heels. Knock ’em dead!”
I played the role of a saucy waitress to perfection. I showed up in a skimpy outfit: a black and red lacy bra, matching G-string, stockings, and heels, just as Jack requested. I bent over when serving cards and leaned in close when pouring drinks. The men didn’t get much poker done that night.
They went wild, surrounding me, hands roaming over my body, squeezing my tits and ass all evening as I encouraged them. Chips clattered to the floor as they bent me over the table, taking turns driving into me. My bra disappeared, my panties ripped off. I was just a sex doll for their amusement.
At one point, I hopped up on the table, spread my legs, and bent back. They ravaged me so thoroughly, that my mind went blank. It was a night I’d never forget.
“You were magnificent, baby,” he purred as he helped me to my feet. “Same time next week?”
Hours later, I stumbled home, pussy gaped and dripping. Tom looked at me, confused. “How was the poker night?”
“Fun, um, good food,” I replied, cum leaking down my thighs. My father-in-law had turned me into a greedy cock-craving sex slave. And I loved every second of it. I was his to use.
As the years passed, Jack began asking me to help more and more with these events. By now, I was a seasoned pro. Bachelor parties, poker nights, oil wrestling gigs, you name it, and Jack would pay me at the end. My father-in-law was happy; I was fucking my brains out, making him proud. It was a good arrangement.
The year Jack turned 60, he invited the whole family over for a “casual dinner.” I sat next to him, smuggling a hand into his lap to feel his softening cock. His eyes lit up as I stroked him to hardness, then pulled him out to suck. My mother-in-law watched, licking her lips.
Tom stared in shock as his dad fucked my face, grunting like a beast. “Fuck yes, suck that cock,” Jack growled. “Gonna feed your momma that load.” I felt a thrill of excitement. They knew now. Oh well.
After he finished down my throat, Jack pulled me into a kiss, then bent his wife over the table. “Eat your son’s wife, dear. She tastes exquisite.” His wife dove between my legs, slurping hungrily at my clit as Jack pushed into her pussy from behind.
The family sex fest continued. Husband and wife licked and sucked each other’s spouse with gusto. I learned my mother-in-law loved her son’s cock. He fucked her face, pumping spunk down her throat as she moaned in bliss.
Then, later, Tom’s mom, Diane, began joining us at the parties. Watching her son fuck me was a massive turn-on for her. She’d join in, licking my pussy as Tom plowed me. She and I would sixty-nine while other people watched and groped. Oddly enough, I loved having my mother-in-law eat me out. It felt so naughty and hot. After climaxing together, Tom would feed his load to his mother, who’d swallow it greedily. It was becoming a regular thing.
Years passed and our little family affair continued. Now well into their 80s, Jack and Diane still loved a good romp. When we visited, he’d pull out his little cock and I’d proceed to suck him off, giving him a sloppy head in front of everybody. To my surprise, his cock stayed hard, dickhead kissing my tonsils.
I watched, mouth full of father-in-law, as mother-in-law bobbed on my husband’s cock, her eyes rolled back as he fed her. Tom stroked her hair as she worked, eyes closed in bliss. When he came, she sucked him dry, gulping it down and licking her lips.
“Mmm, you may have been the slut, but I’m the cum queen,” she purred, lapping up the rest.
Our little twisted family tradition. Fathers fucking their sons’ wives, as wives slurped down the evidence. Just another day in the life of Jack’s personal sex toy. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
