The Devil On Your Shoulder- Chapter One - Sex Stories

The Devil On Your Shoulder- Chapter One

... girl. Suddenly, he heard, "Dinner's ready", and it was as if the spell that was holding him broke.

He stepped back and stared down at Ellie, wondering what could have ever possessed him to act like this. "Get dressed, baby, and don't say a word about this to mom", he said and hurriedly grabbed his boxers. He saw the confused look on Ellie's face and just hoped that he hadn't caused irreparable damage with his actions. She meekly grabbed her clothes and put them back on, then hurried from the room. He banged his forehead against the wall and sighed. "Fuck", he said, then got dressed and headed toward the kitchen.

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Part 3- That Night

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James sighed as he sat on the edge of his bed; dinner had been uncommonly quiet and awkward tonight, a fact that hadn't escaped his wife's notice. "What's wrong, honey", she had asked Ellie, whose cheeks were bright red with embarrassment. Thankfully, Ashley had been too preoccupied with whatever was going on with Ellie to look at James; if she had, she would have seen the guilt written clearly on his face. The only one who acted normal throughout the meal was Jessica, who kept her mother up-to-date on the latest gossip from Rachel.

"What the fuck am I going to do", James asked himself as he heard his wife open the bedroom door and, he presumed, begin walking toward their bedroom. He knew that what had almost happened with Ellie was wrong and he just hoped that what did occur didn't leave her with some kind of permanent ...

... psychological damage. However, he had no idea how to go about fixing the situation, nor what he could do to prevent a similar situation from arising in the future.

He glared down at his dick, momentarily hating it. "This is all your fault", he said. "You got all turned on by Kelly and then your own daughter and I almost crossed a line that can't be uncrossed." He laid back on the bed and went over and over the craziness of the day and came to a conclusion. "I need to get off", he muttered. "Then maybe I could think clearly." He contemplated asking Ashley to give him a blow job, but he knew she never would. She hadn't done so in years, since before their daughters were born. "I wish she would though", he admitted, remembering how good she had been at performing oral sex. She had been one of the most popular girls on his college campus and every guy he knew was jealous that he had been able to make her his girlfriend.

He looked up as he heard the bedroom door open and saw Ashley, wrapped in nothing but a towel, her hair still damp from a fresh washing. "Goddamn, she looks amazing", he thought as he looked up and down his wife's figure. She was about average height, standing at five feet, four inches tall; her wavy black hair hung just past her shoulders, normally bouncing whenever she walked. Her breasts, a little less perky than they used to be, were still full, large mounds, peaked with large areolas and puffy nipples; her stomach and waist were fit, for the most part, ...