My wife is a slut and my daughter isn't!  How's that for an opening sentence?  There is a hell of a story behind those nine words and I'll have to ask you to bear with me while I try to organize my thoughts and the details that I have just learned and then try to transfer them to paper.

Connie and I have been married now for over thirty years.  We are both in our early fifties now, not too late, at least I hope, to make some things happen, but more on that later.  Keep in mind as you read this story that for the last twenty-five years it has been my heartfelt desire to see Connie getting laid by another man.  It finally happened, but again, more on that later.  This story started over sixteen years ago as the result of an argument.  I don't even remember what it was about, but the bottom line is that Connie was pissed at me over something and she had started drinking vodka martinis early in the afternoon.  She was in what I can only call the 'proper mood' when a young man named Jason stopped by to see our daughter Debbie.  Debbie wasn't home, but by the time Jason left he'd had his cock sucked and he had fucked his first older woman.  Jason, as young men are prone to do, bragged about his afternoon at Debbie's house and soon a lot of young men stopped by to see Debbie when they knew she wasn't home.  Depending on Connie's mood (and her martini intake) some left happy and some didn't.

A couple of months after Connie started helping young men reach one of the plateaus of manhood, Debbie started going steady with a young man named Donald.  Naturally there came a day when Donald came to call and Debbie wasn't there and Connie gave Donald his first taste of an older woman.  For the next four months Connie saw to Donald's sexual education two or three times a week and then Debbie dumped him.  He still dropped by to see Connie, but she wouldn't have anything to do with him once Debbie threw him over.  Over the next two years Debbie went through a string of boy friends and, of course, Connie went through them too.  Things came to a head the year Debbie started college.  She met a young man and fell in love and one day Connie asked her why she never brought the young man to the house and Debbie said, "Because I love him and I don't want to lose him."

 "What does that mean?" Connie asked.

 "You know very well what that means mother.  Every time I get a boy friend you start fucking him."

 It turned out that Debbie had known all along what her mother had been doing and as soon as she found out one of her boyfriends had been fucking her mother she would drop them.

 "I am not going to lose Barry because you like young stuff." 

"But sweetheart" said Connie, "I was only doing it for you.  I wanted them to know how to take care of a woman so they would treat you right."

 Debbie said, "Barry takes care of me just fine, thank you."

Which was probably the wrong thing to say because now Connie had to find out for herself if Barry "really" could take care of Debbie.  Eventually Barry came by the house when Debbie was gone and soon after he was gone too.

Next Debbie tried the direct approach.  "Stay away from my mother, she's a nymphomaniac and if I catch you with her or find out that she got to you, we are through." 

That didn't work so well because telling a young man that there is a nymphomaniac around usually prompts him to try and find out what one is like.  Debbie was twenty-four before she found someone impervious to Connie's charms.  She and Sam were married and things moved along well for the young couple and two years after the wedding Debbie became pregnant.  In her eighth month she told Sam she thought they should knock off sex until after the baby was born and the doctor told them it was okay to start up again.  Sam was pretty horny when Debbie went into the hospital to have the baby and while she was there Connie nailed Sam.

 It was a year before Debbie found out that Sam and her mother were fucking on a regular basis, some two or three times a week, but by the time she found out something had changed in her personality.  She loved Sam, he was a good husband, father and provider, and he was giving her as much sex as she could handle.  If he was still horny after giving her all she wanted, then let her mother handle the overflow.  At least she knew where she could find him and he wasn't likely to bring home a disease.

And then Sam did a bad thing - he got caught smoking pot, and he had just enough on him to qualify him as a dealer (which he wasn't).  First offense, a plea bargain, and he walked away with sixty days in jail on a work release program, five years probation, mandatory counseling and one hundred hours of community service.  And, of course, a felony record.

For the next several years nothing changed.  Sam fucked Debbie: Sam fucked Connie, and I in my total and absolute ignorance of what was happening, read the Someone's Watching section of Penthouse Letters and masturbated to visions of Connie fucking other men.  Did I ever ask her if she would?  Of course not!  She'd have slapped me silly, left me and filed for divorce, or so I thought.  Anyway, the Sam, Debbie, Connie thing got so brazen that whenever Debbie was having her period and Sam was horny Debbie would call her mother and ask if she could send Sam over.  Connie always said, "Of course dear."  

And then came the day that the 'dummy' found out.  A friend of Sam and Debbie had been caught selling pot, but he hadn't been as lucky as Sam.  He ended getting three to five and because of some trouble that he'd had in prison he ended up doing almost all of it.  He came up for parole and the requirements were that he had to have a job waiting and a place to stay when he got out.  Sam found him a job and he and Debbie said that Willie could stay with them.

 Remember the felony conviction?  The parole board did and they reminded everybody that one of the conditions of parole is no association with known felons.  So Debbie called Connie in tears over the injustice of it all and Connie volunteered to take Willie in until he could find a place of his own.  That arranged, Sam and Debbie started making plans to go pick up Willie on his day of release.  At that point I spoke up and reminded Sam of his 'known felon' status.  

"If the wrong person sees Willie get in the car with you, he might be back inside without ever getting out of sight of the prison gates." 

It was decided that Debbie and Connie would make the four hundred mile round trip to pick up Willie.  Debbie and Connie were waiting outside the prison when Willie came walking out.  Connie turned to Debbie and said, "He's been in a long time and he has got to be as horny as a Billy goat.  You want to do him, or should I?"

 Debbie turned a shocked look on Connie and said "Mother!" making it a two-syllable word. 

"Just asking dear.  After all, he is your friend and I'm sure Sam wouldn't mind."

 Debbie huffed "Honestly mother, some of us can keep our legs closed."

Willie climbed into the back seat and they pulled away.  About five miles down the road Connie climbed into the back seat and when Debbie looked into the rear view mirror she saw Connie pull Willie's dick out of his pants and start to suck it.

 "Mother" she said, "You are such a slut!"

 "Yes dear" replied Connie. "Now keep your eyes on the road like a good little driver."  

Connie and Willie fucked damn near nonstop for the four and a half-hours that it took to make the trip home.  At one point Debbie had looked in the mirror and had seen Willie about o drive his cock in her mothers asshole.  "Willie!  Don't you dare!  That's my mother!'

 Connie said "Be quiet dear and pay attention to your driving" and then gave a little grunt as Willie drove home.  Debbie dropped Connie and Willie of at our house and drove home to pick up Sam and then they would come back for dinner.  I had come home early because I wanted to size up the young man.  I was probably being unfair to Willie, but I had seen too many cop shows where the doper got out of prison and began stealing things to feed his habit and I had visions of Willie splitting with our TV and VCR so he could sell them for drugs.  I heard them come in the front door and I started to walk out of the den.  I was just into the doorway when I saw Connie drop to her knees and take Willie's cock in her mouth.  I quickly stepped back to where I could see them and to where I hoped they couldn't see me.  I watched as Connie slobbered all over Willie's dick and then she pulled him down on the floor and he fucked her while she cried, "Give it to me, give it to me, harder baby, harder."

  My cock got rock hard and I enjoyed watching every bit as much as I had thought I would.  When they were through Connie led him upstairs and showed him his room.  I tip toed outside, came back in slamming the door behind me and called out, "Anybody home?"  Then I headed for the bathroom where I took care of my raging hardon.

Dinner was a boisterous affair with Sam, Debbie, and Willie reminiscing and Connie being her usual animated self.  After dessert I kissed Connie on the cheek and told her that I had to run back to the office and finish the paperwork on a deal that was suppose to close the next day. I told her I would be gone at least three hours and if she got tired not to wait up for me.  I went to the front door, opened and closed it loudly, and then quietly went upstairs and got into the bedroom closet.  I was betting that she would bring Willie into our room instead of going to his and I was right. 

Not ten minutes later Connie and Willie came in the bedroom door shedding clothes as they made for the bed.  They had been fucking for a good fifteen minutes when Debbie and Sam appeared in the doorway.  They watched for a minute or so and then Debbie turned to Sam and said, "Oh go ahead.  I know you want to.  I'll be downstairs watching TV" and Sam was out of his clothes in a flash.

 I stood in that closet with the stiffest cock that I can ever remember having and watched as Sam and Willie turned Connie every which way but loose.  It had been going on for almost an hour when Debbie came back.  She watched for a minute or so and then she took off her clothes and went over to the bed; Willie was fucking Connie's ass while Sam was pounding her pussy and Debbie got on the bed and said to Sam, "It's my turn." 

Willie pulled out of Connie's ass and made for Debbie, who pushed him away and said, "Not you Willie, my pussy belongs to Sam.'' 

Connie rolled over on her back and let Sam up and he swung over Debbie and drove the dick that had been in her mother into her.  Willie went to the bathroom and washed the shit off his dick and then came back and buried himself in Connie's cunt.  For another ten minutes I had the unique experience of watching my wife and my daughter getting fucked while lying next to each other on the same bed.  Then Connie got up to go to the bathroom and Willie scooted on his knees over to where Debbie's head was lying on the pillow.  Her eyes were closed and she was moaning "Oh god Sam yes" over and over when Willie poked his cock at her lips.  Her tongue flicked out and licked the head and her mouth started to open when suddenly she realized what was happening.  Her eyes snapped open and she jerked her head back, "Damn it Willie, I said no!" and Willie rolled back over and waited for Connie to get back. 

There was another twenty minutes of fucking and sucking and by now I needed release bad, but I was not going to jack myself off.  The load that was stored in my balls was going to go into Connie, no matter what.  On the bed Debbie had her head buried in Sam's lap and her sexy little butt was waving in the air.  Willie couldn't resist trying one more time and he scooted over behind her.  He put the head of his cock at her opening and pushed forward as Connie watched with an amused smile.  He actually got his dick most of the way in before Debbie fell forward away from him and turned to face him, her face a mask of fury.

 "God damn you Willie Martin.  I told you I only fuck Sam!  If you ever try to do that to me again I swear to God I'll cut your cock off!" 

Like I said in the beginning - my wife is a slut and my daughter isn't.  Then she rolled off the bed and picked up her clothes, "We need to be going.  Dad will be home soon." 

Her wet blanket ended the party and the guys all got up to get dressed, leaving an exhausted Connie lying on the bed.  Debbie said, "We're going out for a few beers Mom.  We won't keep Willie out too late."

 Five minutes later I heard the front door slam closed and I came out of the closet.  Connie was still lying on the bed and she was rubbing her clit.

 "Jesus Christ woman, don't you ever get enough?" 

Connie's head jerked up and she looked at me with a look of surprise and horror on her face and then she saw my hardon bobbing up and down.  She scrambled to get into position to take it in her mouth and a couple of minutes later I was buried in her hot wet cum filled cunt.

Later we talked and I told her of my fantasies and of my being afraid to tell her of them; She told me the story I have just related and then we commiserated about the lost years and opportunities and promised each other that we would do a better job of communicating with each other in the future.  I spend a lot of time in the closet now. Only Connie knows that I'm there.  Sam and Willie still fuck Connie several times a week, and several times I've seen Sam, Willie and several of their buddies gangbang Connie.  I don't believe I'll ever get tired of watching Connie fuck and then slipping my dick into her cum filled channel.  I don't know how long we can keep the kids from finding out that "Daddy knows" or if I even want to (the thought of Connie's mouth on my dick as Sam and Willie fill her other holes is my latest fantasy).  We will just have to play it by ear, who knows - there just might be another story here.