Dad And Sophie Part 19 - Sex Stories

Dad And Sophie Part 19

... orgasms. Not the speedy ones I had used at the sex parties. I made her come time after time until finally, we fell asleep in each other's arms in the early hours. The following day, she brought me a coffee in bed, and we fucked again until lunchtime. That's when I realised that Amy knew more about me than I knew of her.

It turned out that Amy was doing quite a lot of work for my grandparents, and they had let slip some information about me, especially how I went to sex parties with my stepmother and how I took care of her when my father was away. She seemed indifferent to it, happy for us to get together whilst I was here. This seemed too good to be true. We could spend most of the week together, even when her son was in the house. I kept a hand over her mouth as she came.

It meant I hardly saw either my mother or my grandmother, spending the time fucking Amy. It wasn't until Thursday evening, when Amy was working, that I saw either of them. I felt that it would be unfair, given that we seemed to be drifting towards being an item, that I would go to the party they had invited me to on Saturday night. It felt to me a lot like cheating. Fucking in the city was one thing, and it seemed Amy didn't mind that. Probably, she had plans, too.

Grandma was quite amused when I told her about my feelings for Amy and that cheating wasn't really what I wanted from this time here. She asked me who I thought I would attend the party with. Wife-swapping parties needed you to bring a ...

... wife. Or at least a female partner. Of course, it was Amy who would be going with us. I was utterly pole-axed, sitting there with my mouth open as she explained everything. It made sense afterwards.

Amy had been working as a maid for them for around six months. She also did some server shifts in Coopers. It was for her and her son that the flat had been converted. She had been hoping since we hit it off at the Christmas party. It all worked perfectly if I spent time with Amy when I was here. Grandma explained that being a personal maid meant you did not just clean the house, cook a few meals and sort out the washing. She also sorted intimate demands of herself and Grandad.

She would join them in bed from time to time and come with them to parties. I was even more amazed at this revelation, but it made perfect sense for everyone as I processed it. Finding a local boyfriend would be difficult if the locals knew what job she was doing here. She might be able to hide it for a while, but it would eventually get out. It was as perfect for her as she was for me. Twelve weeks of the year, she could have a proper boyfriend and have that different type of sex that lovers do.

I knew the difference between last night to fucking a married woman. So I smiled at Grandma, slowly turning to a grin, and wondered what would happen here when I returned to the city. I could imagine that waif-like body bouncing up and down on Grandad. Licking Grandma out. It made me look at them a little ...