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 Author: Dayvid Notellin (dnt_x-asstr@yahoo.com)
Title: The Threesome
Part: Part 1
Summary: In a sexually adventurous couple, it's not always the man who's
the kinkster.  When Ken asks his wife to try a threesome, this wasn't what
he had in mind!
Keywords: MFg, Ageplay, Incest

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   THE THREESOME - Fiction by Dayvid Notellin

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   "Whew!" Ken said rolling onto his back and wiping the sweat from his
eyes.  He was panting like he'd just run a marathon.  Pulling his wife into
his embrace, he kissed her sweaty forehead, loving the way her sweet little
body molded itself to his automatically - one of the benefits of having
been with her for a long time.  "You are," he said with feeling, "without a
doubt, the best fucking lay in all of Halbrook County!"

   She giggled, enjoying the compliment.  "And how would *you* know," she
teased.  "You been stepping out on me, laying with every other girl in the
county while I've been stuck at home, barefoot and pregnant?"

   It wasn't true of course.  She'd only been pregnant the one time, and
that had been nine years ago.  Once Katie had started school, Kathy had
gotten a part-time job, and had worked that into a respectable at-home
business that supplemented their already-substantial income nicely.  As
well as being a mother, she also had her business and a gaggle of friends,
some mutual friends with Ken, some her own.

   But it did bring up a point, and one that they'd discussed before. 
Having fallen in love while they were in grade school, Ken and Kathy had
the longest relationship of any of their generation, at least locally.  But
it had worried them a few years back that they might have "missed out" on
some of the sexual experiences their other friends had had.  So they'd
experimented, trying out different things together.  Some, like oral and
roleplaying, they found they thoroughly loved.  Others, like anal and light
bondage was fun "once in a while" for variety.  And of course there were
other things they'd tried where once was definitely enough.

   They hadn't tried *everything* though, and Ken had been wondering how to
broach one possibility which excited him every time he thought about it. 
That was the idea of sharing his wife with another man.  She was a
beautiful girl, and while they'd performed solo for one another many times
(he loved watching her go at it, bringing herself to climax with her
fingers or toys, and she seemed to enjoy watching him do likewise), it
wasn't exactly the same as seeing another man fuck her.  He was almost
positive sure she'd be willing to give it a go though, and *pretty* sure
she'd enjoy it, with the right guy.  He had a couple of trusted friends
he'd like to present as options, but how to bring it up?

   He'd read somewhere that the best time to suggest new sexual variations
was after a good fucking, when there was no sexual pressure and both
partners were satisfied.  It was important though that it be brought up
casually, as an intellectual exercise rather than as a suggestion.  Well,
now seemed as good a time as any.

   He gently caressed his wife, enjoying the feel of her slight curves and
smooth skin.  She was a "petite" girl, short and slim with modest breasts
which he loved to suckle.  They'd grown while she was breastfeeding Katie
of course, but unlike some, they'd reverted back to almost the exact same
size and firmness as they'd been before childbearing.  His friend Calvin,
who was a doctor, had told him that was probably because she wasn't fully
mature at that point in her life - at least physically.

   Whatever the reason, it pleased them both greatly that she still had
such a youthful figure and appearance.  At 6'2", he towered over her 5'5",
which sometimes gave strangers the impression that they were further apart
in age than the three years which actually separated them.  In fact, once
or twice, strangers had mistaken her for his daughter.  That had pissed her
off, until they'd had the idea of roleplaying that in bed one night.  That
had been a game-changer.  They both found it extremely stimulating, and
from then on, they always got a thrill when someone made that mistake, and
played it up to the hilt!

   Ken's hands cupped her smooth, firm butt, pressing her still drooling
pussy against his leg and eliciting a sigh of contented pleasure from her.
She was in a drowsy state, calm and relaxed, and he didn't think he'd get a
better opportunity to bring up his little fantasy.

   "Hey honey," he said, continuing to caress her, though his pulse was
increasing and he could feel his cock stirring again even though they'd
just given a good work-out.  "You remember the last time we played
'blindfold' together?"

   "Mmm... yes," she said in that sweet soft voice that was almost a purr.
"You're such a kinky bastard!"

   He smacked her lightly on the butt, making her giggle and squirm.  "You
should talk, you little slut!  Anyway, I was wondering.  You enjoyed it,
right?  I mean, you liked the way it played out?"

   They way it'd played out was that he'd tied her up and blindfolded her
naked on the bed, then had left the room.  A few minutes later, he'd come
back in pretending to be someone else - a friend who'd come by to see if
Ken wanted to go to a ball game.  "Finding" her naked, he'd "taken
advantage of her", by "exploring" her body and then fucking her, all while
disguising his voice and manner, acting like he'd never seen her naked
before.  It was really the genesis of his fantasy about actually seeing
another man fuck her.

   "Uh huh," she cooed drowsily.  "It was lots of fun.  We should do it
again sometime!"

   *Perfect!" he thought, *She's game for that, maybe she'll be game for
more!* He took a breath to calm himself.  "Actually," he said, fighting to
keep it casual, "I was wondering if you might be interested in actually
doing something with someone else.  You know, like a threesome?"

   Kathy was quiet for several long moments while Ken worried that he may
have overestimated her open-mindedness.  Maybe she though he was getting
bored with her or something?  He was just about to shrug it off and say,
"It's okay if you don't want to" when she spoke up.

   "I think that's a wonderful idea honey," she said, and he felt her
moving against him, her hand sliding down to wrap around his cock, which
began swelling immediately.  "I wasn't sure how to bring it up - I'm glad
you did!"

   Ken was ecstatic.  She was willing to - no, by her body language,
*eager* to have another person join them in the bed!  He'd finally get to
see another cock slip into that lovely little pussy of hers!  Well,
assuming she'd let him fuck her.  Maybe she'd only blow him, but even that
would be hot!  And if it went well, she might be willing to do more next
time!

   He wanted to mention the couple of friends he had in mind and let her
pick one to "seal the deal", but her hand was stroking him and her mouth
had come awake, her tongue attacking his nipple.  She obviously found the
idea exciting and was ready for more play right now!  Still, it should be
decided.

   "So I was thinking about who to invite..." he started, but was
interrupted as she threw one leg over him, straddling him and looking down
at him with a look of pure lust.  With a practiced hand, she guided him
into her, pressing down and filling herself with his warmth, shuddering as
she often did as she felt him penetrating and filling her.  When she was
"fully seated", her puffy pussy lips pressing down against his balls, she
looked him in the eye.

   "Don't you worry about it honey.  I have just the *perfect* girl in
mind! She's totally got the hots for you!  I'm almost positive she'll be
willing!"

   Ken almost shot his load into her at that.  He'd been thinking a guy for
their first threesome.  Many women are insecure, and suggesting another
woman hadn't even been on the edge of his mind.  Yet here his hot young
wife was offering him another woman to join them sexually!  Aside from some
petting many years ago, he'd never even *been* with another woman!  The
idea excited the hell out of him, especially as it triggered another one of
his favorite fantasies.  He'd never asked Kathy if she found other women
sexually interesting.  But now it looked like he'd be getting the chance to
find out in the best way possible!

   "Okay honey, I'll leave it to you," he said, reaching down to cup her
ass and lifting, began to thrust it up into her with gusto, his lovely
bride riding him with equal fervor.

   ***

   Several days later, Ken could hardly contain his excitement.  Once the
ice had been broken, the couple had talked openly about the upcoming tryst.
Kathy teased him mercilessly though, telling him that his friend, whoever
she was, was even sexier than she was, and had had a crush on him for
years. She confided that she and her friend had talked about him a number
of times and that she'd even encouraged her friend to think of him when she
masturbated!

   That had opened the doors for the "girl-on-girl" discussion, and to his
surprise, Ken had learned that Kathy had played with other girls before. 
He wasn't sure why it'd surprised him though.  After all, when he was
younger, he'd masturbated with friends too, and had even done a little
experimenting with hand jobs and such.  That had pretty much stopped when
he'd started fucking Kathy though, as she was *so* much sexier than his
friends!

   Still, learning that she'd "practiced kissing" and "other stuff" with
girls too had been a revelation, and they had a lot of fun sharing their
stories.  Unlike him, she hadn't actually "gone down" on any of her friends
when she was a kid - apparently she hadn't done that until about a year
ago. But she loved the idea of him doing that, and frigged herself
furiously as he "played pretend" for her, sucking one of her dildos as if
it were a cock.  The way she was going on about it, he was pretty sure that
if they ever *did* get another man into bed for a threesome, he'd have to
do some of that in front of her.  He wasn't sure how he felt about that,
but if she wanted it, he'd try.

   There was no question though that she enjoyed eating pussy.  He didn't
have a "pocket pussy" for her to demo on, but then, one wasn't really
needed.  His imagination was up to the task, and just knowing that his wife
had licked the pussy she was going to share with him was more than enough
to keep him going!

   It wasn't until she'd talked with her friend though, that the issues
came up.

   "Okay honey," she said to him one night over dinner.  "My friend is
willing - hell, *eager* to join us in bed.  But..."

   "Uh oh," he said, "I never like it when you use that tone."

   "Well, in this case, we can't be selfish.  You see, her situation is,
shall we say, precarious.  You see, if anyone ever found out that she had
sex with you - well, it would endanger both her *and* you." She crinkled
her nose in that cute way she had.  "And I'm not willing to endanger the
man I love for *any* reason.

   "Also, she is, to put it mildly, much less experienced than I."

   "Seriously?" he said.  "But you've only been with one man!  Me!" He
frowned.  He was *pretty* sure that was true.

   "That's true honey, but you and I have been doing it for years and she's
still... Well, technically she's still a virgin.  I mean, she's had toys
and stuff, but has never really made love with a man.

   "I'm not really worried about the mechanics though.  I know what will
fit where, and she may not want you actually inside her anyway - at least
not the first time.  I'm more concerned with her insecurities.  You might
not understand it, being a man and all, but many women - perhaps even
*most* women, are horribly insecure about their bodies.  No matter how
pretty and sexy and perfect they are, they never quite believe that.  And
that's especially true the first few times they're with a man.

   "So I told her you'd be blindfolded."

   Ken stopped, the fork half-way to his mouth.  He looked at her.  "You
*what?*"

   But she was unrepentant.  "I know, I know.  You were hoping you'd get to
fondle and kiss and do all sorts of nasty things with her, but... well
honey, I really do think she'll be willing to do all that down the road a
bit.  But this first time, we kind of have to cater to her insecurities."
She looked at him with pleading.  She really *did* want to do this, and
apparently really did want this particular friend to be "the one".

   He sighed.  "Okay fine.  I'll be blindfolded."

   "And tied down," she said, an impish grin showing that she knew she'd
won the point, and was going for the whole game.

   "Seriously?" he asked.

   "Look on the bright side honey," she cooed.  "You're getting the chance
to be with another girl, *with your wife's full support and approval!*"

   He sighed again.  "You sure do drive a hard bargain!" he said in his
best impression of Audrey II from "Little Shop of Horrors".  "Is there
anything else?"

   "Actually, yes.  You can't know who she is, which is the point of the
blindfold and tie-down.  But you'd totally recognize her voice.  So...
headphones too."

   This was something they'd tried before as well.  With one's eyes blinded
and one's ears being blasted by loud music, one had to rely on the other
senses much more heavily.  But before he'd still had his hands free at
least - and he knew it was his wife with him.  This would be with another
woman altogether!  He thought about it.  Can't see her.  Can't hear her. 
Can't touch her.  He'd essentially be at her mercy, only feeling what she
allowed.  He imagined himself laying spread eagle on the bed while some
unseen woman straddled him, using his cock as her tool, riding him to her
completion and his only sense being that pussy - or mouth, or whatever.  It
might be interesting, the total focus on that one thing.

   More importantly though was the look in his wife's eyes.  She was
*yearning* for him to say yes to this.

   "Okay fine, but you totally owe me one!" he finally conceded.

   Kathy laughed merrily.  "I love you Ken.  Only you could let his wife
offer you another woman, and you think you're doing *her* a favor!"

   ***

   Though Ken had agreed to it, he was only human.  His curiosity was
driving him to distraction.  Kathy and he had agreed that it would be this
Friday, while their daughter Katie would be home late due to some school
function, he wasn't sure what.  That meant they'd have basically from three
in the afternoon to around six.  Katie wasn't due home until seven, but
they wanted a buffer.

   The days leading up were torture for the man.  Kathy continued to
tantalize him and tease him, telling him how pretty her friend was, and how
much she was looking forward to finally getting a chance to "experience"
Ken.  She told him that she'd been "practicing" her oral skills on a toy
Kathy got her, and that she masturbated often to some nude pictures of Ken
that Kathy had taken during some of their photography fun.  She especially
liked the ones where he was cumming, or had cum all over his own chest and
stomach.

   But it wasn't until one of his friends mentioned his new "nanny" cam
that Ken got the idea of putting a camera in their bedroom.

   At first he'd dismissed it out-of-hand.  It would be a violation of
trust, he thought.  The girl, whoever she was, was trusting that he'd be
oblivious to her identity.  Obviously if he suggested a camera, she'd
refuse.  And yet, the idea just wouldn't go away, especially since Kathy
broke out the camera and recorded them making love to fuel her friend's
interest in going through with it!  According to her, her friend "came like
crazy" while watching Ken take Kathy from behind, telling his wife that
she'd "*love* to feel Ken's hard cock as he drove her into the bed." He
suspected that Kathy was hamming it up a bit for his benefit, but still. 
She got to see *them* fucking; why couldn't *he* see *her* fucking *him* -
or whatever she'd do with him.  It was frustrating as hell!

   In the end, he made what he felt to be a "fair compromise".  He
purchased a spy-cam and set it up in the bedroom, aiming it so that if she
was riding him cow-girl as he expected, her face would be out-of-frame. 
He'd get to see her body with his, and that would have to do.

   Thursday night was worst of all.  He was horny as hell, as was Kathy -
but she wouldn't fuck him.  "I want you to have a full load of cum for her
honey," she explained.  Kathy loved cum, and just sort of assumed every
other woman would love it too, and she wanted her friend to "experience the
full load." Of course, that didn't mean *she* couldn't rub out a few, and
she did so - right there in front of his face, letting him lick and suck
her juices through several great climaxes.  But him?  He had to wait.  It
was intolerable!

   But he *did* tolerate it, and with fairly good grace - all things
considered.  He wasn't exactly cranky, but he was very much on edge all day
Friday, working through the whole day's work before noon.  He didn't want
to go home yet though, because he wasn't sure he could resist the urge to
rub one out.  So he enjoyed a long lunch, played nine holes, and still got
home by two.

   Kathy was out, probably with *her*, so he did one last check on the spy
cam, ensuring the angle was right and the feed was strong.  It would stream
directly to his computer, so there was no worry about it running out of
memory or losing the recording.  He then spent about an hour showering,
shaving, "manscaping" and primping.  There'd be no point in dressing, so he
stayed in a robe, and tried to ignore the erection that didn't seem to want
to go away.

   Finally, about ten minutes to three, Kathy arrived.

   ***

   "Well, well, well!" she grinned, seeing him on the sofa in just a robe
that did nothing to hide his erection.  "It looks to me like someone's more
than ready!" She came over, sat next to him, and pulled the robe open,
exposing his throbbing hard-on.  "Ooh!  What a beauty!  She'll *love* it!"
Bending over, she kissed the tip.  "Yummy!" she said, licking the precum
from her lips.  "Don't waste it though!"

   "Well it's not like I can control it honey," he mock-growled.  "I swear
to God, I'm so horny your friend might be in for a surprise - I might blast
off the second I feel her touch it!"

   "Oh pooh," Kathy pouted.  "I know you won't.  But I do hope she'll give
you seconds.  You've been such a good boy about all this!  She's terribly
nervous though, so don't expect too much." Her eyes twinkled.  "And
whatever happens, I *promise* I'll make it good for you later tonight. 
Oral, anal, dressing up like a school girl - whatever you want honey."

   "Humph.  Maybe I'll tie you up, blindfold you, put on headphones, and
make you wait before you get any!" he grumbled, not actually angry, but
playing it for effect.

   "If that's what you want honey.  I'm game!" she said cheerfully.  Taking
his hand, she rose.  "Come on stud.  Let's get you ready.  My friend is due
to arrive promptly at three."

   Going into the bedroom, she quickly divested him of the robe and laid
him down on the bed.  Using the thick nylon straps with the padded leather
cuffs they had for such games, she made sure he was secured, spread-eagle
on the bed, his cock standing straight up.  He couldn't help it, a bead of
precum trickled down the side.  Kathy cleaned him up with her tongue, then
climbed atop him, straddling him with her ass against his turgid member as
if she was going to "hotdog" him.

   Reaching into a little bag, she pulled out some cotton pads.

   "What are those," he asked, flinching as she attempted to place them on
his eyes.

   "Well honey, you know the only way to be *really* certain you can't see
is with pads and wrapping.  So that's what we're doing.  The blindfold is
fun, but we both know it can come off or at least be displaced enough for
you to see.  And we want our friend to feel safe, don't we?"

   He grumbled some more, but accepted the inevitable, instead focusing on
the sweet feel of her soft ass-crack rubbing against his cock as she
worked. In moments the pads were on his eyes and she'd wrapped gauze around
his head about a dozen times, completely securing the pads and blinding
him. He couldn't open his lids if he wanted to, and if he had, the bandage
would ensure he couldn't see anyway.

   Next he felt her place the headphones on and secure them with more
gauze. She put on one of the play-lists they used when making marathon
love, adjusted the volume higher than he would have liked, then with
effort, lifted one cup from his ear.

   "That okay?" she yelled.

   "What?" he answered, quite loud.

   She re-seated the cup, satisfied.  She then turned the music off and
though muffled, he could hear her speaking even through the cups.  "We have
a couple of minutes honey, but don't worry, I'll be here keeping you
company." He felt her settle down beside him, her soft hand lightly
caressing his chest.  "I really do love you, you know," she said gently. 
"And I thank you for doing this for her.  And for us.  I promise that you
get to pick who we do it with next time."

   He chuckled.  Even now he knew that there was no "right answer" that
would include a woman.  Until they'd done this a few times anyway.  "Well
now that you mention it honey, I *do* have a couple of guys in mind," he
said.

   "Ooh!" she laughed.  "You kinky bastard!  Want to see your horny wife
fucked by your friends huh?  Well, let's do one at a time at first, okay?"

   "That's not what I meant!" he started, but her laughter told him she
knew full well what he'd meant and was merely playing with him.  She bent
over and kissed him, warmly.  Lovingly.  "You're a good man Ken," she said
withdrawing.

   "Ooh!" she said, suddenly jumping off the bed.  "Before I forget.  Be
right back honey!" He heard her run out the door.  The silence was
deafening and he's just got round to wishing she'd turned the music on
before she'd left, when he heard her return.

   He felt her climb on the bed again, then, "Open your mouth honey," she
said.  He felt a straw on his lips and sucked.  Gatorade.  Perfect.  He
took a couple sips and released the straw.  "Let me know when you want
more, okay?" and he heard her place it on the night stand.

   "God I'm so excited!" she said, sounding impatient.  "Check it out!" He
felt her slide off the bed, then he felt her thigh against his hand.  He
felt his way to her pussy with her moving to help, and found that she was
right.  Her pussy was smooth and puffy as always - and soaked as hell.  She
was *really* looking forward to this!  That made him feel better.  He might
be horny as hell, but so was she.  He began to diddle her gently, and could
feel her trembling to his touch.  He wanted her to climb up and put her
pussy on his mouth, but before he could suggest it, the doorbell rang.

   "Oh thank *God!*" she exclaimed.  "Now you be a good boy." She moved
away and a moment later the music was back on, like thunder in his ears
after the silence.

   Time passed slowly.  It seemed like years.  His cock ached, and he felt
another bead of precum trickle down the side.  His erection had eased for a
while there, as he was distracted with the preparation and other things,
but when the doorbell had rung, it was like a jolt to his libido.  And now,
the wait was almost painfully intense.

   Finally though, he became aware that he was no longer alone.  He
couldn't tell how he knew it, but he did know it.  Someone was in the room
with him.  And suddenly he felt *naked* in a way he'd never felt before. 
He was laying there, spread eagle, naked, his cock rock hard and on
display. He didn't know who was seeing him this way!  Hell, it could be a
hundred people!  It could be his entire office staff!  His staff seeing his
staff!  Only it wasn't funny.  He felt a moment of panic and tugged at the
restraints reflexively.

   Suddenly the sound was off and an instant later, Kathy was at his ear.
"It's okay baby, I'm here with you.  You're safe.  We can stop this if you
want."

   Ken felt foolish.  "Uh, is your friend here?  No one else?"

   "No one else honey.  Just her and me and you." She chuckled softly. 
"And she *likes* what she sees.  She was getting undressed when you jerked
and I called *stop*.  Do you want to stop honey?  Or should we let her have
her way with you?"

   His erection, which had been flagging, surged back to life.  There was a
strange girl here with them.  And she was seeing him in all his glory - and
she *liked* it!  She wanted to do sexual things with him!  The doubts
seemed stupid now, and he was enormously turned on.  His lovely wife and
some unknown but pretty and sexy girl.  He wished he could see, but damned
if it wasn't hot as fuck *not* being able to see!

   "Sip?" he said, and felt the straw at his lips a moment later.  After a
drink, he said, "Okay, I'm ready.  Let's go ahead."

   Kathy's lips were on his, briefly, then gone, and the music was back. 
He could feel the bed move slightly, not like someone was getting on it,
but like someone had bumped it.  Then he felt pressure up by his head, and
there were lips on his.  Soft lips.  Sweet lips.  But not Kathy's lips. 
She was letting this stranger *kiss* him?  For some reason, that seemed
oddly reassuring.  It was like that one gesture made it from something
completely impersonally sexual to something he was *sharing* with someone -
someone who actually cared about him.  He found his chest relaxing,
surprised that it'd been tight.  He kissed her back.  There was no tongue,
and he didn't press it.  Inexperienced.  Right.  He could sense that.  But
he also seemed to sense that the kiss was uncertain at first, and
reassuring to the girl after a second or two.

   He felt pressure on the bed, a person climbing up.  Then another on the
other side.  The girls had him between them.  He didn't know what he'd
expected, but it wasn't that!  He was between two naked girls!  He could
feel their skin against his!  Soft.  Warm.  Then there were hands.  Four of
them.  All four were small and cool and light, caressing his entire body.
One pair seemed to be doing things that the other pair repeated, as if
Kathy were showing the girl how to touch him.  It was nice.  It was also
erotic as hell!

   Then there were mouths on his nipples.  He knew Kathy's - the kissing
and sucking was familiar and certain, the other less so.  But it was the
uncertainty, and the differences that made it so interesting.  The girl had
long hair like his wife, and he could feel it dragging across his skin as
the two mouths kissed their way southward, pausing at his belly button
before continuing.

   Kathy's hand took his cock, and a moment later, her tongue lapped up the
precum, then engulfed him.  It was insanely hot, and he was surprised that
he didn't cum in her mouth instantly.  But it was only there a moment. 
Then the other girl took his cock in her hand uncertainly, trying a couple
of grips before settling.  And then there was *her* tongue on his shaft,
licking.  And then there was *her* mouth around his helmet, sucking.  Her
teeth scraped, causing him to jerk a bit, and the mouth withdrew.  Then his
wife showed her again, and must have explained the issue, for the other
girl went again, more carefully, and without scraping.  It was nice.  Both
mouths felt amazing, but different.  He couldn't have said what was
different though.  Different shapes?  Different sizes?  Different
temperature?  Wetness?  Whatever it was, the differences were amazing!

   The lessons - he couldn't think of a better word - continued, and
Kathy's friend learned quickly.  She'd need practice to become the champion
cocksucker his wife was, but Ken found that it wasn't long before she was
sucking, swirling her tongue, and bobbing her head to mouth-fuck him quite
nicely.  Being inexperienced, she couldn't handle more than about half his
seven inches, but then neither could Kathy the first time (or the tenth
time) she'd sucked him.  He felt the girl go too deep a few times, as if
trying a bit too hard, with the expected jerk-back results.  Still, she
seemed to *want* to do better, and Ken was sure that with practice, she
would.

   In fact, it was becoming damned difficult for Ken to hold back.  He knew
he was making grunting and groaning noises - he'd learned to let himself do
that because Kathy thought it was sexy.  But he didn't want to be rude and
cum in the girl's mouth!  So as much as he didn't want to, he warned them.
"Honey," he panted, remembering to keep his voice low - he didn't have to
shout over the music they couldn't hear, "I'm sorry baby, but that's so
fucking good.  I'm going to cum if you keep it up!"

   He felt his wife take his cock in hand, holding it still.  A moment or
two passed.  Were they talking about something?  Then Kathy let go and
moved up to his head.  He felt her pry the cup from his ear and say
something.

   "What?" he said, sure he couldn't have heard right.

   "I said," Kathy repeated a bit louder and directly to his ear, "She says
your precum tastes good and she wants you to cum in her mouth!"

   "Shit!  Seriously?  No way!"

   He thought he heard a faint giggle, quickly squelched, and then the
girl's hand was on his cock, her mouth over the top, and she was stroking
it like Kathy had taught her while sucking on as much as she could fit in
her mouth.  It felt *amazing*.

   "Come on baby," Kathy was saying into his ear, "You want to cum.  She
wants to gobble it down.  You know you love cumming in my mouth and
watching me swallow it all.  Don't worry, I've already explained that there
will be too much and it'll get all over your cock and balls and her hands.
She says she'll lick it all yup and drink it all down.  Okay?"

   "Fuckin' A, it's okay with me!  Hey honey, whoever you are, you are one
*very* sexy woman!  You suck cock really good, and you make me want to cum
in your mouth *so much!*"

   The hand began to move quicker, the sucking harder, and Kathy kissed his
cheek.  "That was sweet honey, you made her smile.  She's a very happy girl
right now and will be even happier having made you cum!"

   "Oh shit... Oh shit... I'm gonna... cum... *Now!*" He screamed.  He
couldn't help it.  The cum rushed out of his balls like it was on fire,
tearing up through his cock and into the warm, wet, sucking mouth!

   Kathy was panting in his ear.  "Oh God baby!  Her eyes got *huge* and
her cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk's!  She's trying to swallow it all,
but it's leaking down.  She's loving it honey!  She loves the way it's
spraying into her mouth like that!  I know how good that is!  I wish you
could see how happy she is that she made you cum!  Every shot is making her
eyes wide and if her mouth weren't so full, she'd be grinning like crazy!"
Then to her friend, "Just a few more shots honey!  He's almost empty, then
you can go after the stuff you missed.  I'll help!" Then back to him. 
"Gotta go honey.  We've got to get your cock all cleaned up and hard again
and ready for the next thing!"

   The cup was over his ear and he his cock was twitching its last.  He
could feel the girl gulping and gulping and her hand stroking and squeezing
the shaft.  He felt Kathy's hand join hers, showing her how to milk out the
last drops, then he felt *two* tongues down there, licking up the run-off,
lapping up every drop of cum from his cock and balls as if they were
playing a game.

   He wasn't *too* surprised that is erection didn't relax though.  After
all, there were two lovely ladies down there stimulating him with their
tongues and hands!  Nor was he particularly surprised when, having finished
with the cleanup, he felt Kathy climb atop him and position her pussy over
his cock.  With a push, he was inside her warmth.  As wet as she was, it
took almost no pressure at all to pop it in!  He felt her hands on his
chest, and then she was moving up and down in that amazing good way she'd
done a thousand times before.

   What was different this time was that he could feel her friend, moving
around to see it all from every angle.  He'd never felt so *on-stage*
before, and he found it oddly exciting.  He could totally get why some porn
stars enjoyed their jobs.  There was something exquisitely erotic about
having eyes down there, watching your cock sliding into your wife's pussy!
He knew that he very much wanted to be the one down there, looking closely
as some other man fucked her, now more than ever.

   And Kathy seemed to feel it too.  It was only moments before he felt her
juices burst forth as her pussy spasmed and her fingernails dug into his
pectoral muscles.  It was a *good* climax for her, he knew, and he only
wished he could have seen and heard it as well as feeling it.  But he'd
seen and heard them many times before, so could well imagine the look on
fierce concentration on her face, the sweet musical gasps and grunts as she
lost control and came hard on his cock!

   She sat on him for a moment, probably catching her breath, and he could
tell the other girl was watching her.  Then they seemed to be talking a bit
before Kathy lifted herself off his cock.  His soaking wet cock.  He felt
her move back to her side of the bed, then began licking her juices off of
him.  A moment later, the other girl was licking her juices off as well,
and *now* he wished he could see!  His wife, he knew, enjoyed this depraved
act of self-consumption.  But to see another girl licking Kathy's cream off
his cock?  That'd be *hot!*

   A few minutes later, he got another surprise.  He'd expected the other
girl to do the same thing his wife had done, and he was steeling himself
not to cum too soon.  Yes, he'd cum only ten or fifteen minutes ago - time
was a slippery concept without eyes or ears - but he was so powerfully
turned on by this whole thing, he felt like he was going to have to fight
to *not* cum again almost immediately!

   But that didn't happen.  Instead, he felt Kathy move to mount again,
only this time, she was facing his feet and pushing her pussy against his
mouth!

   Ken loved Kathy's pussy.  She kept it as smoothly hairless as it'd been
the first time he'd seen it.  Actually, smoother.  She'd started to grow
wisps of pubic hair when he'd first seen it at thirteen.  But he'd fallen
in love with it immediately, and as they'd grown older, at some point, had
mentioned he liked it better when the hair didn't get in the way.  She'd
done some research and started waxing herself down there and had kept it up
to this day.  As a result, her pussy was perfectly smooth, and when the
hair did start to grow back, it was very fine and smooth, so she never got
the bumps or itches which women who shave it get.

   Better, Kathy's pussy was soaking wet, and he *loved* the taste and
wetness.  Nothing was better than when she was in this position and she
actually came, filling his mouth with her juices!  He began to lick and
suck her pussy with the intention to get her off again, but she reached
back and pushed his head away.  Then she settled back onto his mouth, and
he tried again, with the same result.  He figured it out.  She'd let him
lick her pussy, and drink her juices, but she didn't want to be distracted
too much.

   Instead, he began to lick and suck her in the slow, languid way she
liked *after* a good cum.  Not with the intent to get her off, but just as
a way of continuing the pleasurable lovemaking.  She reached back and
ruffled his hair like she did sometimes playfully, as if saying "Good dog."

   There was some more movement, and he felt the other girl climbing to her
feet.  He thought Kathy might be holding her hands the way they were both
moving.  The girl moved closer to his wife, and he felt Kathy's hand take
his cock, holding it.  The girl must have moved her hands to Kathy's
shoulders as she lowered herself, and he felt her knees against his ribcage
as the tip of his cock came into contact with her pussy.

   *His cock was touching another woman's pussy!* The thought was like an
electric jolt, and he had to fight to keep from cumming all over that
strange cunny right away!  That would surely mess up the girl's plans, so
he fought, thinking of baseball scores, work orders, and anything else he
could to take his focus from what was going on down there.

   What *was* going on was that an incredibly warm, wet, and exceptionally
*tight* pussy was pushing down onto his cock, trying to force it into that
teeny little hole!  He remembered his wife telling him that she was a
virgin, but also that she'd taken toys as big as him.  That might be so,
but at the moment, he was fairly certain that his cock was *not* going to
fit in there.

   And then it did.  One moment the fat head was squeezed flat against the
entrance, and the next instant it'd popped inside and he was suddenly two
inches into the *tightest* little cunny he'd ever felt!  Not just tight
though, it was *hot* in there.  And *wet*.  As tight as it was, he could
feel the slick juices letting the girl's weight push his cock deeper into
her.  And deeper.  It was insane!  How could a pussy be that tight and
still let him in?  And yet it did.  Until it didn't.  There was an end.  He
was too big.  She couldn't fit him all, though she pushed down and *tried*.
Still, she got about six of the seven inches in there - wasn't that pretty
good for a first time?  Surely with practice.

   She reversed direction.  He could feel her legs trembling as she lifted
herself, his wife helping, the friction between her tight pussy and his
hard cock making *both* of them agonize with pleasure.  Up, and up, and
up... and *down*.  Without warning, she *fell* on his cock, ramming it up
into her with the3 full force of her weight, and *it stretched her deeper*.
She was damn near sitting on his cock!  Her whole body was shaking and he
felt like Kathy was petting her, soothing her.  Moments passed.  And then,
again, she was rising, her legs shaking.  The friction was quite a bit less
- her pussy had been stretching around his cock for a while now.  She rose
easier, and higher.  Maybe she'd had enough for this first time - he
couldn't blame her if she had.  The feelings were *intense* for him, God
only knew how it must be for a first-timer!  The first time with Kathy had
left them both shaking for hours!

   But she wasn't getting off.  She dropped again so hard he felt like he
could feel her feet lifting off the bed, as if she was plunging onto him
pussy-first, trying to pile-drive his cock into her full-tilt regardless of
consequences!

   The pressure was actually painful this time, and he wondered how the
girl could stand it.  But she *did* bottom out on him, her ass firmly
against his thighs, his cock rammed *hard* against the end of her pussy. 
She stayed there, again shaking from the sensations.  But now he felt
something else.  Kathy had her hand down there and was rubbing the girl's
clit.  It was so wet, Kathy wasn't being subtle or gentle about it at all -
and it had the desired effect.  The girl came.  Came *hard*.  Damned near
squeezed Ken's cock right off as her muscles clenched!  And she got, if it
was possible, even *wetter*!  Like Kathy, this girl was a gusher - or if
not, the next best thing!  He wondered if he'd ever be able to eat her
sweet wet pussy, suck out her juices, and make her fill his mouth with her
sauce!

   Her cumming on his cock was driving him over the edge too!  He knew he
couldn't take much more and he shook his head to tell Kathy he had to
speak. Kathy lifted herself, and he gasped out, "Jesus Christ!  She's so
fucking hot!  She's going to make me cum!  Get her off my cock if she
doesn't want a pussy full of man-cum!"

   He couldn't hear, but the girl didn't get off.  Neither did Kathy push
her pussy onto his mouth - she knew he needed to breathe.  She shifted
forward, closer to the girl, and he felt Kathy's weight increase as she
helped lift the girl.  Then let her drop.  Then lift.  Drop.  In moments,
the two of them had developed a rhythm.  The way the girl's legs were
shaking, she couldn't lift herself to fuck him, but with Kathy's help, she
could manage.  Kathy was *helping* the girl fuck him!  And it was clear
that they both wanted him to cum inside her!

   His mind was gone.  This was insanely sexy.  His *wife* was helping
*some girl* to ride up and down *his cock!* The pressure in his balls was
beyond belief, and he was going to blow.  Soon.  He couldn't imagine
anything hotter.

   And then she gushed, drenching his cock as she came on him again,
harder, and screamed so loud he could actually hear it over the music!  A
high-pitched scream, like in a horror movie, but this was pleasure, not
terror.  He could tell by the way her cunt walls squeezed and fluttered and
she bore down on his cock over and over with every full-length drop onto
his cock!

   The release was torrential.  His cock fired again and again up into the
girl's drenched, stretched, abused pussy.  He felt like he'd never stop,
and the girl didn't stop - or rather Kathy didn't let her.  He felt like
Kathy was moving her all by herself, the girl a limp rag-doll in his wife's
arms as she pumped this girl he'd never seen up and down on her husband's
cock!  Her pussy seemed the only live thing left in her as it continued to
spasm and quake as his cum continued to shoot up into her, filling her with
fiery goo.

   When he'd finally spent his last shot, Kathy relented, letting the girl
drop down one last time.  Her pussy readily accepted him completely now as
it sheathed him in its quivering embrace.  He felt his wife move closer to
her, as if hugging her, and then he felt new, different spasms.  His cock
was still in her, but he wasn't turned on by this, he was worried.  The
girl was crying.  Sobbing.  His wife was consoling her.  Had they fucked
up? Did they just ruin this girl?

   "Are...  are you okay?" he managed to croak out, honestly concerned.

   His wife's hand came around and covered his mouth.  Clearly she wanted
him to shut the fuck up.  He did, but his heart ached.  He was *sure*
they'd totally fucked this up.  Girls didn't cry when things went well! 
Well, sometimes they did.  He knew that, but being a man, he'd never really
understand it.  He lay there, stewing in the guilty misery of one who knows
he's fucked up, and badly.  It went on forever, or at least a couple of
minutes - time is highly variable when you can't see or hear.

   Finally though, the girls stirred.  And oddly, the girl seemed to be...
laughing?  It *felt* that way.  They were moving as if they were... 
playing?  They were!  The relief washed through him like a dam breaking,
and he damn near wept himself.  Perhaps he did - who could tell with pads
on his eyes.  But he was glad, ecstatic, that everything seemed okay after
all.  He didn't even mind that it went on for several minutes before they
even remembered him.

   The gush of goo that poured from the girl's pussy was warm and wet and
made a lake on the bed, but Ken didn't mind.  It was the result of a
beautiful union, and when the girl squelched back down onto his tummy
soaking there as well, he didn't mind in the least.  He felt Kathy
dismount, and the girl leaned forward and kissed him once again, only this
time, she pushed her tongue into his mouth!

   The kiss went on for a good while, and was filled with the joy two
lovers have after having given each other a beautiful time.  He wanted *so*
much to wrap his arms around her, to tell her how much he loved their time
together.  But he was powerless to touch her with anything other than his
tongue, so he did the best he could with that.  She might be inexperienced
with sex, but she'd certainly had some kissing practice!  By the time she
pulled back he was starting to think he might be convinced to try for
another round!

   But he felt Kathy help her off of him, and then he was left alone for a
few minutes.  She finally came back though, and lifted the cup.  "She's
taking a quick shower," she explained.  "You really worked her over good."

   "Miss Pot, meet Mr.  Kettle", he shot back, his voice hoarse.  She
giggled merrily and offered him the straw once more.  Several long pulls
later, he could talk.  "Y'all had me worried," he admitted.  "When she
started crying, I thought we'd totally fucked up."

   "Did you forget *our* first time, Mr.  Horny Old Goat?" she said,
pinching his nipple in punishment for his faulty memory.

   "Ow!" He hadn't forgotten of course, he just didn't realize it might
apply to others.  "No, I didn't forget.  I just, well, I don't know.  It
scared me is all."

   "Men," she tsk'd.  "You'll just never understand women at all." They sat
together a while, each with their own thoughts, Kathy gently caressing him,
him unable to return the gesture.

   A few minutes later, the shower stopped, and she replaced the cup. 
Shortly after, he got another kiss from the girl, and then several minutes
passed.  The music stopped suddenly, and through slightly ringing ears, he
heard Kathy say, "She's gone now.  Time to set you free."

   She quickly removed the headphones, then uncovered his eyes, and finally
released his arms and legs.  They playfully worked together to change the
sheets and then had some fun time in the shower, though not too long
because Katie would be home soon.

   ***

   It wasn't until the following day that a very sexually exhausted Ken
remembered the camera.  Kathy lay snoozing in bed.  Being a home-worker,
she hadn't developed the early-rising habit, and he usually woke hours
before she or the kid did.  So like usual, he slid out of bed, kissed her
on the forehead, and after donning his robe, slipped out the bedroom.

   On the way to the kitchen, he peeked in on his little angel.  She too
was practically comatose, remaining blissfully unaware of her father
slipping in, pulling the blanket over her, kissing her on the forehead, and
slipping back out.

   After making a cup of coffee, he retired to his den.  Half-office,
half-lounge, half-man-cave, this was the only room in the house that was
"his" - just like Kathy's office was completely hers.  Closing the door, he
sat at the desk and with trembling fingers, called up the video.  He'd
finally find out which of their mutual friends he'd fucked yesterday!

   Having arranged the camera carefully to keep her face out, he knew
hadn't worked.  She'd been down there sucking his cock.  He hadn't counted
on that.  And he debated with himself for a while whether or not to view
the footage.  On the one hand, he wanted to honor her desire to not be
known.  But on the other hand, they'd shared something special.  Beautiful.
And his curiosity was *killing* him.

   As he'd known from the beginning, curiosity eventually won out, and he
played the footage.  To his surprise, he got his answer almost the moment
she walked in.  Apparently she took an interest in something on the shelf
beside the camera and walked over to look at it, giving him a full-on
close-up look at her face.

   It was his daughter, Katie.

   At first, he was in too much shock to even think.  He just sat there,
numb, unable to think.  So it was that by the time he came to his senses,
several minutes had passed, and when he realized what he was watching, the
video had progressed to the point where he was watching his wife teaching
his nine year old daughter how to suck her father's cock!

   Reflexively he clicked the Stop button, but that didn't work because the
screen froze on a shot of his little angel with her mouth full of
daddy-dick!  He closed the file in disgust.  How the *hell* could Kathy do
this to him?  To *them?* To *her?* She'd made him into a pedophile!  His
self-loathing was enough to make him want to throw up!

   He started to get up to find a bin, in case he actually threw up, and in
so doing, whacked his rock-hard cock against the edge of the desk.  *What
the fuck?* he thought.  How could his dick betray him so completely?  How
could his *wife* betray him so completely?  Hell, how could his *daughter*
do what she'd done?

   That was what *really* shocked him.  Sure, he was a pervert.  He liked
looking at those manga porn comics with toons that were obviously intended
to be under-aged.  He'd always thought he liked them because it reminded
him of when he and Kathy had started fucking.  She'd been thirteen.  But
they'd played around before then, he recalled.  She'd probably been what,
ten the first time they'd played "You show me yours and I'll show you
mine"? No.  Nine.  He remembered because she'd been wearing that dress
she'd gotten for her ninth birthday a couple weeks before.  He'd been
twelve then, but had been playing with himself and having "jack off"
sleepovers with other boys for a couple of years.

   But...  *fucking?* Hell!  No kid that young would even *want* to fuck!
But he knew that was false too.  If he'd been able to find a willing
partner, he'd have lost his own virginity at nine - eagerly.  Maybe
earlier. Still, that didn't excuse what *Kathy* did!  Sure, Katie might not
know how wrong it was, but Kathy sure as hell did!  What was his wife
thinking?

   He sat mulling it over for a long while.  The ramifications were
horrific.  Would they have to get a divorce, complete with child custody
battle?  Would it get ugly, like usually happened?  If so, it might come
out that Kathy had orchestrated this!  Hell, it'd come out that he'd fucked
his daughter too!  True, not knowingly, but would a judge see it that way?
And who would Katie *want* to go with?  She wouldn't know how wrong it had
been.  She'd only know that her father, who she'd given herself to, had
turned on her and her mother.  She'd hate him forever.

   Even now, Ken loved his wife beyond life itself, and his daughter at
least that much.  Still, could he reconcile this in his head?  Maybe it
wasn't as bad as he remembered.  With a grimace and a firm grip on his
coffee cup, he returned to his desk.  Pulling up the video, he sat and
forced himself to watch it through, beginning to end.  Yes, it was every
bit as bad.  And yet, by the time he was half-way through, he was starting
to see the sheer *beauty* of it.  His daughter was being taught sex by the
two people who loved her most in the world, and who she loved most.  More,
her first experience could only be called incredibly beautiful.  If it'd
been with two kids her age, he'd have applauded it!

   Of course, kids her age wouldn't have taught her well.  He knew how
horribly wrong most kids' knowledge of sex was - intentionally misinformed
by well-meaning parents and other adults.  Why did grownups do that to
kids? It was an abomination!  He'd never lie to Katie about such things. 
But then, perhaps that was why she'd talked Kathy into this.  And he was
pretty sure, upon reflection, that that's what had happened.  Katie had
always been a curious, promiscuous child.  And no small bit of a show-off.
As a kid, she'd delighted in flirting with men, women, anyone who'd pay
attention really.  And she found out early-on that men in particular would
smile when she flashed panties at them.  Was that why she'd decided to have
her father for her first?

   With irritation, Ken realized that he was rock-hard again, or still. 
Now though, he was coming to accept that, wrong as it obviously was, it was
probably a normal reaction.  Men getting turned on by young girls was
pretty much built into their genes.  And if not, it was most *definitely*
built into their culture and history!  He'd read that until recently, the
age of consent was twelve - still was in some places, and that the further
back in history one went, the younger the "accepted" age was.  And incest?
Fact of life since time immemorial.  Occurs several places in the Bible,
for example.

   He wondered how deep that conditioning was.  Would he actually get off
by seeing his daughter naked?  He looked down at the erection tenting his
robe.  Well that was a pretty stupid question.  But would he actually be
able to get off with her in mind?  He noticed that the initial stomach-sick
reaction seemed to be entirely gone.  Maybe it was the coffee.

   As an experiment, he sat back at the desk and played the video once
more. This time, he didn't flinch or look away.  Instead he tried to see it
as he'd felt it.  As a sexual tryst between three loving people (though he
didn't know he'd loved one of them at the time).  He found that he really
enjoyed watching Kathy giving Katie lessons in cock-sucking, and it wasn't
until he watched himself cum in her mouth that he realized he was slowly,
gently stroking himself - the same way he did when watching porn or
watching his wife play with herself for him.

   Hurriedly he grabbed some tissues.  He hadn't realized how *close* he
was, but while his daughter and wife licked the cum from his cock and
balls, he erupted, spewing a huge, satisfying load all over his chest and
stomach.

   *Well, that settles that!* he thought as he wiped up the mess, requiring
more tissues than usual.  It'd been an excellent climax, and brought on by
watching incest porn with his wife and daughter.  Obviously they could
*never* do it again, but...  well his wife and daughter didn't know that he
knew.  He could just pretend he didn't know, and just make sure it never
happened again.  It was really the only option if he didn't want to rip his
family apart!

   That being decided, he encrypted the file and tucked it away in a deeply
buried folder where no one would ever find it.  It was getting late, and
Kathy and Katie would be awake soon.

   Hearing them in the kitchen, he made his way there.  "Morning honey," he
said, kissing his wife.  "Morning runt!" he grinned at his daughter,
kissing her forehead.

   They did the usual breakfast routine, working together to prepare the
meal with a minimum of fuss and bother, and they'd been at it for a good
twenty minutes before Ken noticed.  Kathy and Katie were both grinning like
fools and exchanging meaningful looks.  They hadn't acted like that since
the last time they'd tried to plan a surprise birthday party for him - and
his birthday was months away.

   "Okay guys, spill it," he demanded.

   "Why, whatever do you mean?" Kathy said, feigning innocence.

   "Yah daddy, whatchoo mean?" Katie giggled, ruining the innocent act.

   "Y'all are up to something," he accused them flat-out.

   "Not us honey," Kathy said while Katie giggled like a maniac.  "I think
that *you* are most definitely 'up' to something though!" She nodded to his
nether region, winking.

   With horror, Ken realized that his cock was poking out rudely from his
robe.  His face red, he turned - and found himself facing his little girl,
her face nearly at cock-level.

   "It's kay daddy," she said smiling up at him.  "I can take care of it
for you now I know how!" She reached for the bulge.

   Ken stepped back in shock, finding that Kathy had moved in behind him.
"Might as well accept it honey," she said.  "You obviously know it was her
yesterday.  Don't try to deny it!"

   "What?" he sputtered, "How?"

   "Did you *really* think you could buy an expensive spy can on our joint
account and I wouldn't know?" she smirked, opening his robe to take his
cock in hand and offer it to their eager daughter.  "If you didn't *want*
this, you wouldn't have got rock hard the second you saw your little girl!"

   It was true.  And as his Katie moved forward to take his cock in her
mouth, he knew his life was going to be a hell of a lot more complicated
now - and worth it!