I craved her more than any other woman I had ever known.  The first time I saw her I felt a fierce desire to take her by the hand and lead her to my bedroom and keep her there forever.  Dark smoldering eyes, hair as black as a starless night sky, slim waisted, high breasted and lips that cried out "kiss me!"  And she was unattainable - she was my son's wife.

I both looked forward to, and dreaded, going to family gatherings.  Knowing that she would be there both drew me to them and made me afraid to go.  The more I saw her the more I wanted her; the more I saw her the more despair I felt knowing that I could never have her. Yes, I wanted her as much as I wanted life itself - and she knew it!  How she knew I'll never know, but know she did; it was obvious in the way she touched me whenever we came close and it was obvious in every look and gesture she made whenever we were in the same room together.  The husky way she said "Hi Dad" or "Goodbye Dad" and the way her lips would linger when she kissed my cheek fairly screamed out to me "I know!"

 I finally reached a point where I had to avoid being around her and I began ducking all the social gatherings where I knew she would be in attendance.  I went almost nine months without seeing her and then my wife threw me a surprise birthday party and there she was.  Halfway through the evening Becky came up to me and in a voice that went right to my cock said:

"You've been avoiding me Dad, and I know why.  You want me and it's killing you because you think you can't have me.  But you know what?  One of these days when the circumstances are right I'll give you what you want. And do you know why?"  And then, before I had a chance to say anything, she went on, "Because I want it too."

 She smiled, gave me a pat on the cheek, and walked away from me.  Later that night, as she and my son were leaving, Becky kissed me on the cheek and whispered in my ear:

 "Soon baby, and it will be worth the wait - I promise."

 I did not sleep that night; I tossed and turned as images of Becky moved in and out of my subconscious.  If she called I would go to her regardless of the consequences to my marriage, or hers.  I knew it wasn't right, but I knew that I couldn't stop myself.

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  The call didn't come from Becky; it came from my son Steve.  "Dad, I'm going out of town on business for a couple of days and I told Becky she could call you if she needed anything.  Is that okay with you?"

 Oh God, I thought, this is bad.  It's not right, what is going to happen is not right.  Steve's voice cut into my thoughts, "Dad?  Are you there?"  I managed to croak out that I would be available if Becky needed me and as I put the phone down I prayed that what was going to happen would not end in disaster for all concerned.

Steve's flight left at 3:15 and at 4:10 Becky called.  My wife took the call and listened for a bit before turning to me and saying:

 "Honey, Becky has a plumbing problem and wonders if you can come over and take a look at it." 

I did my best to look reluctant, but then said, "Tell her I'll be over as soon as I can gather up some tools." 

As I was leaving my wife said, "Be nice George.  Remember, this is the first time Steve has gone off and left her alone and she is bound to be down in the dumps over it." 

Becky met me at the door in high heels, crotchless panty hose, and nothing else.  She did a slow pirouette in front of me and asked, "You like?"  And then she came over to me and put her hand on my crotch, "Oh you like.  You most definitely like." 

She went to her knees and fished out my erect cock and took it in her mouth and sucked on it for a minute or so.  My hands moved to the back of her head and I began to fuck her face, but she pulled away from me and laughingly said:

 "Not so fast Dad, not so fast.  We have plenty of time and I have a few surprises for you."

 Just then the doorbell rang and Becky got to her feet, "That’s the evenings entertainment, right on time."  I looked at Becky in confusion and she said, "No questions.  Not now.  Just do what I tell you.  Run down the hall to the bedroom and get in the closet.  Leave the door open a crack so you can see and be very, very quiet."

  I stood there looking stupid and Becky pushed me, "Go, go, go" and I stumbled down the hall and into the bedroom.  Once there, I stood looking around wondering what the hell was going on, until I heard Becky coming down the hall and talking to someone, "Hurry" she was saying, "I need it, I need it bad" I got in the closet and watched through the partially closed door as Becky entered the room followed by a man who I recognized as her next door neighbor.  Becky threw herself on the bed and spread her legs wide.  She started to finger fuck herself while saying:

 "Hurry baby, hurry damn it.  I need your big cock."

 For the next forty minutes or so I watched him fuck Becky; watched Becky suck his cock, and then watched as he fucked her for the second time.  For the second bout Becky got on her hands and knees and faced the closet and as I looked into her eyes and she smiled a wicked smile at me and blew me a kiss.   I listened to her tell her lover to fuck her harder, to "Cum in me baby, fill me with your cum."  When he had complied with her wishes and had withdrawn his limp dick he had tried to get Becky to suck him hard again, but she told him no, that she had some things that she had to do and she needed to get started on them.  His "Can I see you again tomorrow night?" was met with a little laugh:

 "You know better.  Tomorrow is your brother's day.  Your next day is Thursday.  Now be a good boy and let yourself out." 

When she heard the front door close she said, "You can come out now" and I emerged to find her on the bed, legs spread, and cum leaking out of her pussy.  She looked me in the eye and said:

 "Do you still want me?" 

My pants falling to the floor answered her question.

 "I guess you do," she said, "But there is a price." 

I just stared at her and she continued, "You have to eat me.  You have to suck all of Tom's cum out of me.  Can you do that?  Do you want me bad enough to stick your tongue in my pussy and suck another man's cum out of me?" 

God help me, I was already falling to my knees and lowering my face into her cunt.  My lust for this sexy, wanton bitch overpowered all rational thought and all I wanted was to possess her.   As I devoured the mess between her legs she talked to me, giving me encouragement and telling me what she expected of me - what she expected, and what she knew damn well I would do.

  "That’s it Daddy, that’s it. Suck my pussy.  Oh you're so good at it that I'm going to let you do me a lot more.  Tom fucks me every Monday and Thursday and his brother Paul fucks me every Tuesday and Friday.  On Wednesday I fuck three guys that work with Steve and you can have me anytime you want me as long as you suck all that goo out of me.  You will, won't you?  Yes baby, I know you will.  That’s it Daddy, right there!  Oh yes, I knew you would be good at this.  Steve fucks me every Saturday morning before he goes to play golf.  Are you up to tasting your baby?  Do you want me after Steve has me?  That’s enough Daddy. I'm ready for you now.  I want your cock in me; I want to be your slut.  Come on Daddy, use me, use your new slut." 

As I buried myself in her I knew that I'd be there every night to lick her lover's juices from her, and yes, I would be there on Saturday too.

 "Oh Daddy, that feels so good.  We are going to have such a good time together" and her legs hooked behind mine as she pulled me deep into her.