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We had some friends over for dinner last night, as my parents were in town visiting. We all had a great time as the drinks and wine flowed a bit to freely. When I went to put our two sons to bed, around nine, it was clear I had a little too much to drink. After they were down, I sat down upstairs for what I thought was just a moment. Two hours later I woke up with a start.

I hadn't said good night to our friends or helped with any of the clean-up. My wife would let me have it for certain. As my "fog" lifted I could hear muffled voices from downstairs. I shuffled out of our room unsteadily, over to the railing on the second floor landing, which looks out over the family room.

It took a few seconds for me to focus on the scene below me. There at one end of the sofa sat my wife, Mary. My dad was sitting very close to her. They were alone in the room and the house was otherwise quiet. As I was orienting myself, my Dad reached for Mary's breasts, and touched them briefly while she pushed his hand away.

My Dad is 67 but is still quite charming with women. He had always been a playboy, so much so that my mother almost kicked him out a few times. While he always complimented my wife, he had never acted improperly before. Now my wife looked uncomfortable as he again reached for her breasts. She put her hands across her chest, denying him access.

"Oh Mary, come on. I'm very good at making women feel good," he smiled at her.

"I'm sure you are Frank," she said as she pushed his hand away, again. " You shouldn't do this. Your wife is in the next room and my husband is upstairs."

"We both know they're passed out. Neither of them should have had those after-dinner drinks. Mary, you are such a beautiful woman, please give me this one pleasure, no one will ever know," he continued as his hand went back up to her breast."

This dance continued for a while. I was amazed that my wife didn't get up and walk away. But as they sat there a story emerged that must have been what they had talked about for all this time. About my fathers desire for Mary. How he did not get much sex from mother anymore. How he had felt so much desire for Mary that night. Watching her body move during dinner. To my surprise Mary seemed to be taking it in. His hands seemed to linger slightly longer before she pushed them away. As he spoke I groggily recalled that he had fixed the after dinner drinks from a "secret" recipe he had recently learned.

Mary seemed spellbound by what he said. Clearly pushing him back at his improper behavior, but still responding to it.

"Let me at least give you a kiss," he requested.

My wife shook her head with a sigh. But as her head turned away my Dad moved his hand back to her breast.

It remained there just slightly longer. As Mary brushed it away, she agreed to a small kiss.

Needless to say I was speechless as I watched my Dad lean over her, slowly and give her a gentle kiss on the lips. He held the kiss for just a few seconds and moved back before she could push him back. I then noticed that one or more of the buttons on her blouse were open.

My Dad leaned close, where he could see in the gap of her blouse. He almost whispered to her, "That was so nice. Such soft, warm lips. That wasn't so bad for you was it ?"

"No it was fine Frank," she replied somewhat huskily, "Now that I kissed you can we behave like adults?"

"OK you're right. But... please, just one more kiss," he implored.

My wife sighed and started to shake her head no. But as he leaned over again she did not try to move away.

Instead she looked at him nervously and licked her lips.

He kissed her. This time with more passion, slowly opening his mouth. A reluctant moan escaped from her.

Then things started to move faster.

He leaned even more in to her, pinning one of her arms against the sofa. Her other hand came up to his shoulder but did not seem to be pushing very forcefully. His hand moved to the top of her breasts.

He caressed them over her silk blouse which he had unbuttoned. Mary's hand moved from his shoulder to the hand massaging her breasts, trying to dislodge it. As she broke the kiss he moved to nuzzle her neck.

"Frank, oh god, please no," she panted.

He let her move his hand slightly, and as she relaxed he slipped it into her blouse, and, judging from her shudder, into her bra and onto her breast. His hand remained there, massaging her breast. He was gentle but firm. She seemed to be trying to move his hand, but she didn't put up much of a fight.

"Mary you are so wonderful... so soft... you feel so good," he gasped as he kept his face at her neck.

His hand began moving her breast in a circular motion.

Then it "slipped" and slid down to her lap. She grabbed at his hand but then let it rest back on her breast. He had, however, succeeded in pulling Mary's skirt up on to her thighs.

Still nuzzling her neck his hand moved back to her lap.

Once more she caught it, but slower than the first time. Once again Dad succeeded in moving her skirt further up her legs. This time her thighs were mostly exposed and her legs were slightly parted. Dad moved from nuzzling her neck to kissing and licking her ear, one of her weak spots. When she began to squirm he moved his hand back between her thighs.

I had expected her to once again catch the invading hand. Instead, Frank slid his hand between her thighs and up under her skirt. The way his arm began to rotate it was clear his hand was touching her pussy, she leaned her head back on the sofa and covered her eyes with her arm.

"Oh ...my... God..." she moaned, "please... be ...careful."

"Oh Mary, I will," he answered.

With that exchange I felt almost a jerk in my gut.

While my feet remained riveted to the floor my hands moved to my steel hard cock and began to slowly squeeze it.

Meanwhile Dad eagerly moved his hands back to her breasts. His hands had a slight tremble to them as he finished pulling her blouse open and unsnapped her bra.

Her big, beautiful breasts spilled out. Her nipples were protruding and stiff. Her breasts were full and hard, the way they get when she's aroused. He gazed at them for a moment, then pushed them together from the sides, so that the nipples were almost touching.

Leaning over he began sucking first on one nipple and then on the other. As he moved faster back forth Mary began wiggling and shaking. A steady moan escaped from her lips. Just as I thought she would orgasm from the nipple stimulation he slowed down and leaned back.

Mary groaned and reached out to pull his head back. He caught her hands and placed them back on her breasts.

She resisted at first but he insistently directed her hands to massage her breasts.

"That's the way my darling, squeeze those beautiful breasts together. Hold them out for me....pinch those nipples," his voice slowly taking on a more authoritarian tone. As he urged her on, Mary seemed to be lost in her own arousal, less and less aware of her surroundings.

While she continued to caress her breasts, he pulled the zipper on the side of her skirt down. "Pull on those delicious nipples, show them to me," he directed.

Mary, her eyes closed shut, milked her breasts, presenting the nipples to my Dad.

As he leaned over to suck them he placed his hands on each side of her hips. "Raise your hips," he commanded, his lips inches from her nipples. As she complied he slid both her skirt and her panties down to her knees.

while he kissed and sucked her nipples he continued to work her skirt off.

When her skirt was off he sat back and paused, looking at my wife's shaved pussy. "So beautiful," he stated, almost under his breath. He reached out and gently traced her pussy lips with his forefinger. She was very wet. With his other hand he he began to massage her clitoris, gently rubbing it between his thumb and fingers. Mary moaned a long low "Nooo..."

At that he took his finger from her pussy and painted her lips with the moisture. She shook her head and I thought for a moment the spell was broken. But when Frank moved his hand back to her pussy he inserted two fingers and moved them in circular motion while still manipulating her clitoris with the other hand. Soon Mary's hips began to buck toward his fingers. Again he removed them. This time he forced them between her lips.

"Suck them," he commanded. When Mary hesitated he repeated his command. Soon I could see her cheeks hollowing. She was sucking on his fingers.

"That's it, my naughty girl suck hard," my Dad whispered. "Keep pulling on your nipples while you suck."

He again pulled his fingers from her mouth but this time he slowly inserted four fingers into her pussy twisting them back and forth. Mary groaned at the intrusion. Soon, at his insistence, she was bucking and pushing against his hand. Just as she seemed to be at the point of no return, he pulled his hand back so that the tips of his fingers were at the entrance to her pussy. Mary moaned and pushed harder toward his hand.

Dad pushed his hand in and then pulled it back again.

They continued this back forth dance for several minutes. On one of Mary's more forceful pushes Dad turned his hand, slightly spread his fingers and pushed forward. Mary grunted and tried to pull back but she had no leverage. Dad resumed his manipulation of her clitoris and then what he said to her caught me completely by surprise.

"I think you like my fingers up your ass, don't you??" he implored. Mary said nothing but she was beginning to move in rhythm with his fingers. My Dad had somehow managed to get at least two of his fingers up my Mary's ass and keep them there. Again I felt a strong twist in my gut. But my hand seemed to act on its own, jerking and squeezing my rampant cock, which was now out of my pants.

"Imagine its two cocks fucking you," he suggested. "My little slut would like that, wouldn't she?" With those words she moaned loudly, and began to shudder. At that moment he pulled both his hands away, opened the front of his pants, freeing his cock and moved back towards her breasts. Mary was on the edge of orgasm but the pause cooled her ardor slightly.

Dad shifted his body and moved to straddle her waist.

Moving forward so that his thick, hard cock was positioned between Mary's breasts, he slowly pumped it back and forth as he directed her to squeeze her breasts together. Mary kept her eyes closed and her head passively turned, but her beautiful breasts began to pillow around his cock.

He slowly began to piston his cock between her soft breasts. All the time he was imploring her to squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples. Again Mary began to pant and she held her head to the side with her eyes closed. Dad leaned forward placing his hands on either side of her head. This brought his cock very close to Mary's chin. As his cock approached her chin he turned her head and the head of his cock brushed her lips.

Mary opened her eyes with a start as the pistoning cock again approached her lips.

"Kiss my cock!" he commanded.

As she opened her mouth to protest, he smoothly slipped the head of his cock into her mouth. He paused his pumping, holding her head still.

"That's it my nasty slut, now lick my cock. Lick it," he said gruffly.

Unbelievably Mary held the cock in her mouth and appeared to be tonguing it. I was stunned. First he had fingered her asshole, then he tit-fucked her and now he was slowly convincing her to suck his cock. As far as I knew my Mary had never even fantasized about those activities, let alone engaged in them.

Again he commanded her to suck his cock. She paused and then her cheeks began to hollow. She was sucking his cock! As she did he leaned into her a little more, slipping more of his cock into her mouth. Her eyes widened, but she continued to suck. He slowly pulled back and when she would gasp for air he would slide it back into her mouth a little deeper. Before too long he had about half of his fat cock in her mouth.

When it seemed that they were both about to come he lifted up off her chest and moved back between her legs. His left hand moved back to manipulate her red and flaring clitoris. With his right hand he held his cock and rubbed between my Mary's pussy lips. She gasped and put up her hands defensively.

It looked for a moment like she might resist. However Dad easily slid his entire cock into her well lubricated pussy with one push. They both groaned deeply as he hit bottom. From my point of view I could see his cock and balls tightly stretching her glistening pussy lips. That incredible sight is permanently etched in my minds eye.

"Oh...Oooooh," she moaned, staring at the ceiling.

My Dad was fucking my wife! His hips were moving at a surprisingly steady pace for someone of his age and weight. Her wet pussy made sounds as their sexes pounded together. My Dad started whispering in her ear.

As he did she started moaning and bucking up to meet his thrusts. As their pace increased they slid to the side of the couch.

He kept moaning her name. She just kept moaning. The sounds from the scene in front of me seemed to go on forever, but it had been only a little more than minute when his thrusts became more deliberate, slower and deeper. He was about to cum. for just a brief moment my wife regained some control.

"I'm not...uh, unh... pro..tected," Mary grunted.

"Nnghh..." my Dad groaned as he slowed his thrusting with some difficulty. He slowly withdrew his cock from her pussy. Mary seemed to protest and reached for him.

As she did he lifted her legs higher and positioned his cock at her anus. As he pushed the head in Mary realized what he was doing and tried to wiggle and squirm. Dad told her firmly to push down while he continued to push his cock forward. It appeared that he was making progress! My Dad was sliding his cock into Mary's ass.

Dad stopped moving and appeared to have fully inserted his cock in her ass. Marry had stopped protesting but was now panting for air. When her breathing slowed my Dad reached for her clitoris and began slowly rolling it between his fingers. Soon Mary was moaning continuously. Dad began thrusting into her ass. Slowly building speed. He was quickly building toward his own orgasm.

Dad thrust in once more, deep, with a moan that seemed to come from every cell in his body, and shook in orgasm. His hands groped for her tits, his body arching up. Then I saw my wife's chest. She had the tell tale red blush spots that told me she had just orgasmed. She was also biting her lip, trying not to gasp out loud.

Dad thrust into her a couple of times with his spasms.

Then he collapsed, rolling off of her. I don't know at what point I had pulled my own cock out, but when I saw his sperm run out of her ass, I came.

Their act had been one of sex and sudden desire.

Neither of them seemed to want to linger. They cleaned up quickly and left for bed. I hurried in before them to resume my place slumped in the chair.

by Btmlkkr