Beth - Sex Stories

Beth

... glint in his eyes.

"Saturday. She'll be here all day Saturday?"

"All day. You two do it all day?" he asked in shock.

"We take breaks. It's not like that," I started to say until I saw the grin on Dave's face. "You Asshole!"

"I may have to come over Saturday and see what Beth has to say about all of this," he said with a raised eyebrow.

"Asshole!" I yelled as he left.

A minute after Dave had left Beth pulled back into the garage. She'd forgotten her phone. "What was Dad doing here?" Beth asked.

"He must have followed you. He was listening outside the bedroom window," I said, handing Beth my phone so she could see the video.

"What did he say? Is he going to tell Mom?" she asked.

"He asked how you were in bed," I replied.

"What?"

"Did you know he fantasizes about you because your mom calls him Daddy when they fuck?"

"Yeah, I heard the argument after that happened," Beth said softly. "It got pretty heated."

"Your Dad says he might come over on Saturday and catch us in the act," I told her, "I'm pretty sure he wants to fuck you or join us."

"What if we use that to our advantage," Beth said as she laid out a plan.

She brought up some of the bucket list things that we had talked about doing. I was going to take her to Cazamel as a graduation present and try to connect with someone for a three-way or even another couple for a swap. Beth and I had done some double penetration stuff with dildos, but Beth wants to try it for real.

"You ...

... know that he'll never tell anyone," she said, trying to sound convincing. I was conflicted about it for the rest of the week. I hoped that Beth would cancel. There was no way of preventing him from showing up unannounced, and the more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea of spit-roasting Beth. By the time Saturday came around, I was pretty worked up.

Saturday, Beth came in with a beaming smile and coffee from our favorite spot. I was finishing the breakfast I had made for us. Beth grabbed plates and utensils to set the table. We chatted and made plans in case her Dad showed up. Eventually, we made our way upstairs.

I liked watching Beth get naked. Her long, lean body accentuated her Double D's. Just under her breasts was a lacy sternum tattoo that I had bought for her. It ran through her cleavage and under her breasts. Her flat abdomen led down to her neatly trimmed landing strip bush.

We'd change that up from time to time since we'd been together. It started when I shaved her bush into a heart that stopped right above her clit. I've shaved her legs a few times as well, usually on those marathon days when we had time to lounge the day away. We'd take long hot baths together in the whirlpool tub with lots of bubbles and a bottle of wine.

I watched as her clothes fell to the floor, revealing the lacy red Victoria's Secret bra, panty, and garter set that I'd bought for her. Beth crossed the room to me, taking my hand and placing it on her breasts. She sighed, ...