Wife, Daughter, and My Dad Pt. 02

The morning sun peered through the window and directly into my wife's eyes, waking her up. Still feeling groggy and hungover from last night she sat up in bed, the covers slowly slid off of her. She reached down to her pelvis and could tell instantly that she felt sore. But still being hungover she didn't notice the mess coming out of her pussy. She got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. She splashed some water in her face and turned on the shower. As the shower was warming up she sat down on the toilet to pee. As she peed, she could feel a slight uncomfortable burn as well as what felt like a clump of something slide out of her pussy.

She tried to shrug it off and stepped into the shower. The hot water felt great on her as she was slowly coming out of her hangover. She rubbed her hands all over her body enjoying the feel of getting clean after a long drunk night. When her hands finally reached her crotch, she could feel something was off. She rubbed her fingers across her slit and realized it was stretched open. She dipped a finger lightly in and then brought her hand up to her face. She could see on her fingers that there was obviously cum.

For a moment she had thought that maybe I, her husband, Jake, had fucked her and had been too drunk to pull out. Afterall, she thought, that I should know that she wasn't on any type of birth control. Some doubt started to creep into her mind as she reached back down to feel her opening again. Her cunt was way too stretched to have been my cock.

As she was still trying to figure out what had happened last night, she missed hearing the bathroom door open and close. The steam in the bathroom made it hard to see out the glass doors of the shower, but as the person got close, she could see a figure undressing. She immediately assumed it was me and said, "Oh, good morning honey. Hey do you know if we had sex last night when you came to bed? I think you forgot to pull out of me because their is some cum leaking out of my pussy."

The figure opened the glass door furthest away from her and stepped in. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck. She moaned slightly at the touch before asking, "Honey, did you hear my question? I asked if we had sex last night."

The figure replied, "Yes sweetheart we did and I gave you quite the load." My wife nearly jumped out of her skin as she recognized the voice. She immediately turned around and standing there naked in the shower with her was Frank, my Dad. "Fr... Fr... Frank??!! W... what the hell are you doing?!" She stumbled over her words as she was frozen in place with shock.

My Dad just smiled and said, "Calm down sweetheart. There is no reason to freak out. I mean after all I have already seen you naked and we have already had sex." He pulled her frozen in shock body into an embrace. She could feel his large cock against her thigh, already rock hard. Suddenly all the pieces fit into place. Her sore pelvis, her stretched pussy, and the cum, oh shit, the cum.

As she was finally putting all the pieces together, more shock came over her. She was in such a state that she didn't notice that my Dad had turned her around and was now bending her over. As reality started to come back to her, she only got the words, "Frank what are-?!" out before she felt his cock slam into her cunt. The sensation was insane, a mix of slight pain and intense ecstasy! She couldn't even get any words out as my Dad started to fuck her with no shame.

Her body was betraying her as she didn't even have a hint of fighting the pleasure in her. She could feel the tip of his cock hitting her cervix with every thrust. His saggy balls were slapping her clit hard as his hips slammed against her ass. The sensations were too much and her legs gave out as she had an intense orgasm. To her surprise, My Dad easily held her up as her body spasmed with ecstasy. Soon she could feel his cock swell slightly as he slammed into her hard. She knew what was coming but was too entranced to stop it.

My Dad, slammed hard into her cunt. His full length all the way in her as he groaned. He unloaded a massive load of cum deep in her fertile womb. He pumped his cum in her for a good minute or so before his cock slipped out of her well used cunt, limp. A stream of cum quickly followed and poured out onto the shower floor. My wife, still coming down from the experience was breathing heavy. My Dad, brought her face up to his and gave her a passionate kiss. To her surprise, she didn't resist and even kissed him back. My Dad gave her ass a good smack and said, "Man, I love filling that tight cunt of yours and I bet you loved my cock more than my son's." He smiled and stepped out of the shower, drying off, and leaving the bathroom.

My wife stood their in the shower, the water growing cold as the hot water was starting to run out. Cum continued to flow out of her gaping pussy. She was still in shock of what Frank did, no, what she allowed Frank to do to her. She felt ashamed and disgusted. Not because of what just had occurred, but because she liked it. Heck, she straight up loved it! The taboo-ness of it, the thrill of it, the intense ecstasy feel of it. She reached down to her clit and rubbed it as she was thinking how it was so much better than any sex she had ever had, even better than any sex she ever had with me, her husband.

Finally, she cleaned herself up and got out of the shower. She headed into the bedroom and after a very brief moment of thought, she put on just a long t-shirt that just barely reached past her crotch. No bra, no panties, no pants. She smiled and thought, at this point what was the point in trying to fully cover up. Then she headed downstairs.

By this time I had gotten up and was in the kitchen making coffee. My Dad had come down just a few minutes ago and was sitting at the table in just some boxers and a white t-shirt. As my wife entered the kitchen both me and my Dad took quick notice of her lax attire. Her nipples, hard from the morning air, were clearly visible and her ass was nearly hanging out of the t-shirt.

She said, "Good morning Frank." With a soft tone as she was passing the table. As she passed by him, he gave her a smack on the ass and said, "Good morning to you." With a slight moan in his voice. My wife, immediately look at me to see if I was going to react or say anything. To her surprise, I didn't react at all and acted as if I didn't hear it. Finally, she reached me and gave me a kiss saying good morning as she fixed herself a cup of coffee. My Dad didn't take his eyes off her once as she made her coffee.

Eventually she made her way to the table and I instantly noticed that she sat at a chair closest to my Dad. Just then my daughter, Julie, came bouncing down the stairs in an obvious good mood. She practically ran to my Dad and kissed him on the cheek saying, "Good morning Grandpa!" He kissed her neck and said, "Good morning sweetheart." as he squeezed her ass cheek. She grabbed some juice and came back to the table, sitting in the other chair closest to my Dad. She even pulled her chair slightly closer to him and I swear I could see a slight hint of jealousy on my wife's face.

I sat down at the table and it was clear to me that there was now a change in the dynamic of the house. Our dining table seats six people, normally I would sit at one head and have both my daughter and my wife on either side of me. However, this morning was completely different. I now sat at one head of the table alone while my Dad sat at the other head of the table with my wife and daughter on either side of him. As he sipped his coffee, he glanced over at me and gave me a smirk. Feeling still defeated from last nights ordeal, I hung my head in defeat as I drank my coffee. Nether my wife nor my daughter looked in my direction once as we ate breakfast.

Throughout the rest of the day, I would notice slight changes in everyone's behavior. For instance, my Dad was a lot more vocal and vulgar as he would talk to my wife and daughter. Mentioning things like how sexy they looked, how tight my daughter's ass was (which he would say while openly smacking it or groping it), and how beautiful my wife's mouth was and how he bet her lips and her tongue probably felt like gold. Each time he would do or say anything inappropriate to them, my wife would look at me for a reaction. Never getting one from me she eventually just stopped looking and accepting my Dad's advancements or vulgarity.

By that very evening, my Dad was comfortable enough that he was curled up on the couch with my wife, his hand groping her breast. My wife, never getting a reaction out of me, also felt quite comfortable that her hand was on my Dad's thigh. My daughter was on the other side of my Dad, his other hand on her bare thigh. We were all watching a movie and I might as well not have even been there. Periodically, I would see my Dad lean into my wife's ear and she would give a slight giggle from him either saying something or nibbling on her ear.

By the end of the movie, my Dad's hand had made it's way through the neck hole of my wife's t-shirt and he was groping her bare breast. Finally, my daughter said she was going to bed because she had to work the next day. My wife followed suit and stated that she was also going to bed. They headed upstairs and then it was just me and my Dad alone. I twisted my thumbs for a moment wondering if I should say something and clear the air. Finally, I took a deep breath and opened my mouth. As I was about to speak, my eyes met my Dad's and he had that serious Dad stare. The kind of stare you give to your kids when you want them to stop what they are doing immediately.

I froze for a moment, just looking at his eyes. Then I sighed a defeated sigh and just said, "Well, I think I am going to bed too." My Dad's stare broke and he smirked victorious and said, "Sounds good son." I stood up and headed upstairs.

When I opened the door to the bedroom, my wife was laying in bed completely naked. She looked at me and I could see the slightest disappointment in her eyes as she covered up with the covers. Clearly, she was hoping for someone else. I just went straight to the bathroom and got ready for bed. I climbed in bed next to my wife and kissed her good night, then shut the lights off.

About an hour later I heard the bedroom door creak open which woke me up. From the light coming from the hallway I could see that my wife was also awake, still next to me in bed. Then behind her I could see the shadow of a figure, the hall light not quite reaching them. Then I could see them crawl into bed behind my wife. Then I could see what was obviously my Dad's hand come from behind my wife and grope her breasts. My wife stared at me the whole time, again judging my reaction.

After a few minutes, his other hand wrapped from under her head and covered her mouth. Then his first hand moved it's way down under the covers. My wife's eyes slow closed only for a moment as she let of a muffled moan. A few minutes of this continued as her muffled moans grew more frequent, her eyes never leaving mine. Suddenly, her moans stopped just for a brief moment and I watched as her eyes grew as big as saucers. Then she let out a long and slow moan. Her eyes slightly rolling back.

After a moment or so, her body started to move in small but quick jolts. Her eyes locked back on mine as the undeniable sound of my Dad's balls slapping against her clit were clearly heard. This pace continued for a good 10 minutes. My wife's eyes would ever so often roll back in her head as she had multiple orgasms. Her muffled moans staying constant. Then my Dad picked up the pace and really started fucking her. If he believed that I was asleep until this point, it was clear that he didn't care now. He fucked her hard and fast, my wife's muffled moans louder than ever.

Then after just a few minutes, he slammed hard into her pussy, the tip of his cock pressed hard against her cervix and unloaded his hot cum deep in her womb. He pumped his load for over two minutes all while my wife twitched with her eyes rolled in the back of her head. Clearly she was in bliss. He let his cock slide out of her and he pulled his hand away from her mouth. Drool poured from her mouth as his hand left it. Their heavy breathing was clear as day as I sat their still looking at my wife. Her eyes were now closed as she came down from her last orgasm.

I sighed another defeated sigh and rolled over, facing the wall. I didn't get a single wink of sleep the entire night as my wife and my Dad fucked over and over all night. By the fourth round, they didn't even bother trying to hide it or be quiet. My wife was moaning loud as ever and my Dad was dirty talking her as he was fucking her like crazy. It was clear to both of them at this point that if I was going to do or say anything to stop them, I would have clearly done it by now.

At one point my Dad was laying on the bed next to me with my wife riding him like she never rode me before. From the bouncing and movement, they actually bumped into me nearly pushing me off the bed. But again, they knew I wasn't going to stop them. By morning, I had the smallest sliver of the bed while my wife and my Dad were cuddled up together on the rest of it. Obviously not going to get anymore if any at all sleep, I decided to get up and go make some coffee.

Down in the kitchen I made some coffee and had some cereal for breakfast. By the time I was settled at the table I could hear another round going on between my wife and my Dad. I just sighed and ate my breakfast, going through my thoughts from the entire night. Ten minutes or so later my Dad finally came downstairs. "Good morning son." He said in his normal tone he always used with me. Clearly, he didn't care that I obviously knew that he had just been fucking my wife all night long.

He grabbed some coffee and stood by the counter as my wife finally came downstairs. She was just wearing a lacey night top that clearly showed her boobs, nipples and all, and she was wearing a matching thong that just barely covered her pussy. She greeted me with a simple good morning, no kiss, and went straight over to where my Dad was standing. She gave him a very sensual "Good morning..." in a seductive tone and kissed him right in front of me. In response he groped her ass and kissed her back passionately. Then they stood there chatting about the night they had, all while I sat there at the table.

"You really know how to take a good cock don't you babe." My Dad said smiling at my wife. "Well yours is the biggest I have ever had and I am honestly surprised I can take something so big." She replied. They continued this chat for a few minutes as the walked over to the table. My Dad sat down and my wife sat on his lap. He sat there groping her breast as he spoke to me. "Son, you look tired. Maybe you should go get some sleep." He smirked at me as he spoke.

He continued, "You know if its your bed keeping you up, you can take the guest bed." My wife quickly chimed in, "Oh yeah honey, why not tonight you take the guest bed and Frank can sleep in our bed." She almost sounded too excited by that suggestion. It was clear they were just trying to push me out so they could have the whole bed to themselves. Obviously, there would be no point in arguing so I just said, "Yeah, sure I guess." I swear my wife nearly cheered. I finished up my breakfast and left the kitchen. I am pretty sure my wife and my Dad didn't even notice as they were already back to talking about last night.

The rest of the day was a blur for me. I barely saw my wife or my Dad, and when I did, they were to entranced talking or groping each other to even acknowledge me. By the time night rolled around, my wife and my Dad went up to the bedroom together early and shut the bedroom door. They were already fucking like rabbits by the time I came upstairs. My wife's moans and my Dad grunts could be heard down the entire hall as I walked to the guest room. My daughter, who had been at work all day, was understandably shocked when she saw me walk into the guest room as she could hear her mother and grandfather fucking away in the master bedroom.

During the night I could clearly hear my wife and my Dad going at it multiple times all night. At one point, I heard the master bedroom door open. Curious I peeked out of the guest room and I watched as my Dad, naked and rock hard, walked down the hall and straight into my daughter's room. Then just a few moments later, I could clearly hear the two of them fucking as well. This routine of my Dad fucking my wife then walking to my daughter's room, fucking her, then walking back to my wife, happened a few times over the course of the night.

The next morning I slept in late mainly due to barely getting any sleep the past two nights. By the time I woke up, my daughter had already gone to work and I could smell coffee brewing. I stepped out of the guest room and was immediately met with the sound of my wife moaning and the undeniable sound of my Dad's hips slamming against her ass. I looked down the hall at the master bedroom and noticed it was empty. By the time I reached the stairs it was clear that the sounds were coming from the kitchen.

I walked downstairs and rounded the corner into the kitchen. There, bent over the counter was my wife getting fucked hard by my Dad. They were both completely naked with no clothes in sight, so it was clear that they came down here completely nude. My wife's eyes met mine but she made no effort to even fake looking ashamed, she just kept an "O" face as she moaned louder and louder. My Dad didn't look up at me as he was too mesmerized by my wife's ass bouncing against his hips. I stood there for a moment, not quite shocked but more dumbfounded at how bold and comfortable they had become. Not even the slightest hint of trying to hide anything. I moved past them and grabbed a cup of coffee before walking out of the kitchen and heading back upstairs to the guest room. The whole time, my Dad not once breaking his rhythm.

A few hours later, my daughter came home from work. Shortly after, I heard my wife call up the stairs to tell me that her, my daughter, and my Dad were going out for dinner so don't bother making anything. Before I could even come out of the guest room and ask what I was supposed to do for dinner, they were already out the door and in the car. That evening I had a bowl of cereal for dinner and just aimlessly watched tv.

They did not get home until nearly 11pm. When they came through the door, my daughter was nearly jumping for joy as both my wife and my Dad smiled at her. She said, "Thank you Mom for agreeing! This is going to be fun and way easier on grandpa for sure!" She smiled and ran upstairs. My Dad glanced at me on the couch and said, "You know son, you really shouldn't be lazing around all day at your age. Gotta keep in shape, do a workout or something." He then looked at my wife and said, "I know I am keeping up with all of my workouts, ain't I?" He slapped her ass as he spoke. She giggled and replied, "More than enough I'd say!" They both giggled like a newly wed couple and headed upstairs to the master bedroom.

I stayed there on the couch for only a few minutes before, again, hanged my head in defeat and headed upstairs.