My Husband's Stepfather Laid Me REAL Good
My husband and I had been married about two years when he
all of a sudden joined up and went to the Navy for basic training.
He said it felt like it was his duty. Okay. I couldn't
argue with that, so I adjusted to being an Navy wife, alone
a lot of the time and having to take care of everything when
he was away. One afternoon, I came home from the market and
found my kitchen floor covered in water. Okay, I thought,
I can handle this. I put the groceries on the cabinet and
crawled under the sink to turn the water off. My knee slipped
and I fell on the floor, my blouse soaking wet and clinging
to my full breasted front. I found the cutoff and turned
the water off. The door bell rang just then, so I went to answer
it. My husband's stepfather, let's call him Joe,
was standing there. I always thought he was very handsome.
Dark eyes and wavy hair, in extrememly good shape for his
40 something age. My shirt was dripping from the water.
I let him in and said I'd be right back. I walked down
the hall, unbuttoning the blouse and stripping before
I reached my bedroom. He was asking what was wrong. I began
to explain, but he said he couldn't hear me through
the house and came down the hall to my bedroom. I was standing
braless and shirtless, my 36dd breasts exposed to the cold
air, my nipples pointed out like missles. I went to cover
myself in modesty, but he put a hand on my arm, telling me
not to. I flushed with embarrassment as his eyes took me
all in. He extented a finger and traced my nipple, squeezing
between his finger and thumb. He stooped to take it in his
mouth and suckled, pulling with his teeth, kneading the
other in unison. I just stood there, my knees going weak
in the actions. He looked at me wickedly. "I'll
fix the sink for you for a price." I swallowed the lump
in my throat and waited for him to continue. "You help
me and I'll help you." With a glint in his eye,
he undid his zipper and pulled out his erect 8" piece,
stroking it to full attention as he pushed me to his knees
in front of him. My husband had been out to sea for 3 months
now. Joe was in no way relation to me so I proceeded to take
him into my mouth, deep throating all but an inch. His hands
were on my head, coaxing me further, pushing deeper down
my throat. My pussy was getting hotter and wetter by the
second in my tight jeans. I was squirming and reached between
my legs with one hand to caress and ease the frustration.
Joe pulled my hand away and told me he would take care of that
too in time. I put my hands on his balls, squeezing, massaging
as I pumped his piece with my mouth. He told me he was cumming
and forced my head down as far as it would go. He squirted
in my mouth and I had to swallow two or three times to get it
all down. He pulled me to my feet and told me to undress and
lie on the bed. I did as I was told and Joe took off his belt
and wrapped one end to my wrist and the other to the post on
the headboard. I left me there and I could hear rattling
in the kitchen. He was fixing the sink as promised. A few
minutes later, Joe came back in, a screwdriver in his hand.
He found my robe hanging on the back of the door and took the
sash, tying it around the opposite ankle and to the bed post.
He took the pointed end of the screwdriver and traced my
protruding nipples, followed by his tongue, as he trailed
the screwdriver down my naked body to my shaved pussy. He
traced my lips there and again, followed by his tongue.
I asked Joe to stop, but he continued and said I'd enjoy
it more if I kept quiet. He was right. He took the handle and
slipped into my wetness deeper and deeper until it hit my
cervix. The strangeness of the instrument was making me
even more wet and he began to pump it inside and out. I began
thrusting with every motion for deeper penetration and
soon I was writhing, still hampered by the ties. My head
was swimming with the feelings and I let it flow, making
a puddle of cum on the mattress under myself. Joe was at full
attention again by now and thrust his piece in my mouth for
lubrication then stadled my chest, pulling my ample breasts
together around him. He fucked my tits until he came all
over my throat and collapsed on top of me. We kissed for a
few minutes and he got up and zipped up again and untied me.
I was not sure how to react to this and looked to him for a clue.
He just smiled and told me not worry. Joe said that has long
as he did not put his piece in my pussy, everthing would be
okay. We could continue and "help each other out from
time to time." My pussy was still throbbing and I reached
down and slid a finger inside, rubbing my clit in full view
of him. I smiled and he turned to leave. "The sink might
need fixing again next week." I called after him.
"Thursday sounds good to me" He waved and closed
the door behind him as I pulled my vibrator out and went to
work.
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