The naughty f****y pt4 - Sex Stories

The naughty f****y pt4

... John and I always will, but, my god, when Scotty's inside me, it's like I've died and gone to heaven." I giggled at my words. "If one can get into heaven after seducing and fucking one's son!" John nodded to show me he understood what I was saying and that he agreed with me. "So, where does this leave us? Do things change?" There was a tinge of concern in his voice. "No, babe...nothing changes," I replied. "I still love you and you're still my husband and always will be." "But?" said John. "I hear a 'but' in there?" I reached out and stroked my husband's face. "But, after all my high minded demands that you always wind up in our bed every night..." I licked my lips and looked guiltily into John's eyes. "I'm not sure I can always promise you I'll do the same when Scotty's home. Tonight was fun and I hope we have millions of f****y nights like this, but sometimes, I have a feeling I'll want to just go somewhere and hide with Scotty and let him fuck my brains out for days on end!" John laughed, his amusement of my words helping to assuage my feelings and there was a look of understanding and comprehension evident in his eyes. "I think I get what you're saying. I feel the same way with Jilly. We both missed you these last couple of days, but a lot of the time you've been gone, I relished it being just me and our little girl." "I don't love you any less, John," I said. "If anything, I love you even more and I'd never want to live without you, but..." "But, we both agree to not ...

... mind the time we spend with our c***dren," John smiled and said, "I don't think there's a problem, honey, but if either of us ever feel there might be..." He didn't finish his sentence, but instead let me know his thoughts on the matter by moving atop me, a little thrill slipping through me as I felt his cock, long and hard brushing my thigh and then landing with great familiarity on my sex. "Oh yes, I like this idea," I moaned as I rolled my hips and let my husband's cock slide inside me. I was aroused by the fact that I loved John, but confess that secretly, it also pleased me to know that he was slipping his erection into my wet, cum filled cunt...that it was our son's semen that lubricated my husband's passage now. Whether John understood it or not, it didn't seem to affect him as we quickly slipped into a sweet, slow rhythm of fucking, both of us taking our time and enjoying the intimacy gained only from decades of love and desire. As we rocked together, I don't know if our c***dren were awakened by our sighs and moans and were watching us -- it didn't really matter. I allowed myself to be consumed by my love for my husband, my eyes locked on his as he gently and passionately fucked me, pacing himself to my needs and pleasure...speeding up when I needed him to and slowing back down when it best suited my needs. It seemed like we fucked through most of the night before finally, neither of us could hold back, John slamming into me harder and harder, making me cry out in ...