Gay Erotic Stories

Chapter 15 The next morning, as we sat in church, trying to concentrate on the service, I had other things on my mind. The close proximity of my wife for one thing. Her thigh pressed firmly against mine, as we sat trying to look like we were paying attention. But I have a feeling we were failing miserably. I had a feeling she knew exactly what I was thinking about. Each time I glanced her way, I got this little blush from her, and a squeeze of her hand on my thigh. That was followed by a little rub, her fingers massaging my leg. I was thinking of my father in laws cock, as I looked up at him on the platform. I could still recall the feel of it in my mouth, as I sucked it that night. I had felt bad at myself for not having let him cum in my mouth, for I realized afterward that I really wanted to know what he tasted like. Each time I thought about it, I got this funny tingle in my crotch. I had enjoyed it a lot more than I wanted to admit to anybody but myself. But Sharon knew. She could see it in my eyes. In my face, every time she looked my way. Her thigh felt warm and comfortable against mine, and I wished I could really shock the church and just fuck her, right then and there. After church, we had to file out, and shake hands with the pastor, who was my father in law. His smile was innocent, as he took my hand and squeezed it. But I wondered if Sharon had said anything to him, by way of a hint, or anything like that. It was difficult to keep from blushing, as I tried to talk with him a moment. He must have noticed my flush, because he asked me if I was not feeling well. I assured him I was fine, just a little warm was all. In the car, on the way home, Sharon tried to make small talk, but it was useless. We both knew what was on my mind. Thankfully, the kids weren't with us that day, so we could talk freely. I looked over at her as we slowed for a stop light. "Have you said anything to your dad,... about what happened?" I asked. "Anything at all? A hint?... " Sharon looked at me and she smiled softly. "No I haven't, honey! Why? Do you want me to?" and I got the feeling she hoped I'd say yes. I took a moment to look at her, sitting so proud and so perfect on the seat. Her navy blue dress hugging her curves like a second skin. Displaying her voluptuous breasts so prominently. I could see a good three inches of clevage. It ended about three inches above her knee, and as I looked at her thighs, so supple and shapely, I thought of them around her dads waist,... as he thrust himself in and out of her pussy. If people only knew what goes on in some house holds. "Not especially. I just was curious, that’s all." I replied. When we arrived home, as usual we both went upstairs to change our clothes. It was a ritual we observed every Sunday, and today was no different. As I hung my suit up, and stood there in my shorts, Sharon came over to me, clad in only her bra, and bikini panties. She had a look of desire in her eyes, and she came up behind me. Slipping her arms about my waist, she rained little kisses along my shoulder and my neck. Letting her hand slide down, she cupped my cock through my shorts and she squeezed it gently. It stirred in her hand, and I felt the desire well up in me. "You really liked what you did, didn't you?" she whispered, her teeth biting lightly on my ear lobe. "You enjoyed sucking daddy, didn't you?" She kept whispering. "Yeah!" I finally answered. Glancing over my shoulder at her. "Does that make me queer, or something?" I finally turned to her, and looked down at the thick bush of pussy hair, so clearly showing through her thin panties. God I wanted her right then. "No silly." she chuckled softly, and kissed me. "It just means your enough of a man to know you can admit to liking a cock once in awhile. That’s all. I think it's delicious." she giggled, and wrinkled her nose at me. "Sure you don't want me to say something to daddy?" she grinned up at me, as I put my hands on her hips. "No!... At least... not just yet!... I need to deal with this some more first." My hands were pushing her panties down over her wide hips, and as she stepped out of them, I could see her pussy hair was damp. I slid my hands around to her ass, and I pulled her against me, feeling the wet hairs along my stiff cock. She slipped her arms about my neck, and she kissed me. "Think of it." she whispered against my mouth. "Sometime, the three of us could fuck each other. I could have both of you inside me at the same time. Ohhhhhhhh... God... that turns me on." She growled, and ground her pussy against my cock. "Fuck me!... Fuck me right here,... like this!" she hissed through clenched teeth. With that, I cupped her ass, and she jumped up a little, flinging her thighs around my waist, as she reached between us, and positioned my cock to get it inside her. As I felt the wet ring of her hole slip over my cock head, I let her down suddenly, impaling her on my cock, until we were pubic bone to pubic bone. It felt WONDERFUL. She immediately began to work her magic with her pussy muscles. Milking me, and sucking me as if I were in her mouth. I raised and lowered her as best I could on my cock, and it was like a wet, tight glove, as I slid deep into her belly, time and time again. "I love you,... so much!" she breathed into my ear as we fucked. "OHHH Dave... I DO love you!" She pressed her open mouth to mine, and I managed to stumble our way to the bed, where I suddenly fell on her naked body, and commenced to fuck like minks. My hips jack hammering back and forth into her waiting belly. "FUCK ME!" she cried out. "FUCK ME!" Visions of her dad, standing close to the bed, watching me lunging into his daughters body swirled through my head, as we fucked. He was stroking his cock, slowly working his hand back and forth. It was as if he were waiting his turn,... and that made me crazy with lust. I fucked faster and faster into her, and she sensed this was a special fuck between us. She worked her body in a frenzy, as she strove to make me cum. Soon, I exploded, and she cried out, as her pussy clamped down on my cock and held it in a vise like grip. I was flooding her insides with my hot liquid, and it oozed out from around my cock, dripping onto the bed. Just what I thought I had become, I don't know. But I knew this,... there was a definite change coming over me, and I had mixed feelings about it. Could I handle the changes? Could Sharon? The only answer at the moment I could come up with was... "Only time will tell"...