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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Chapter 14
I went for a shower after Emma had finished and came back into the bedroom as she was getting dressed. She was pulling up a black lacey thong, wedging itself between her peachy cheeks as she reached for her bra and then a light mini floral pattern summer dress.
I started getting dressed myself, shirt and shorts, and she turned her attention to Ollie getting him ready.
She started playing and fooling around with him, looking gorgeous and ready for a night out, but so maternal at same time.
“You look great” i said to her, “you both do”
“Thanks” she said smiling back at me.
“It’s been nice so far” she went on “Ollie loves it, splashing in the pool, he loves mucking about with someone”
“That he does, usually annoying one of us” i said looking for my trainers at bottom of case.
“Think he’d like a little brother or sister to annoy more” she said leaving it to hang
“I’m sure he would” I said back
“I’m due on in the next few days” Emma blurted out
“What?”
“Well, no not due on” she said starting to get up, “but I kinda still track my cycle of course, I’ve luckily always been regular, but yeah I didn’t mean I’m due on “due on” I mean, I’m due to go through my ovulation in next few days, in fact we’re kind of entering my most fertile time now I think” she said just leaving it there
“Oh…” not sure what to say, feeling my heart race at a million miles an hour. Holding Ollie she quickly came over and sat next to me on the bed
“Look I’m not saying one thing or the other, but I don’t know, I don’t know if maybe we wanted another, well we don’t have many opportunities if we do and I think if we definitely did want another child, it would be better to do it sooner rather than later.”
I paused for a second and then asked, “Do you want another child”
“Yeah…yeah I do” she said, “I love being a mum and always wanted a big family, I think another would just complete us…do you want more kids?” She asked turning to me
“Well yeah I did, I always thought we would have a couple, but then that wasn’t going to happen, and after everything that we went through with Ollie, I just didn’t think we would have more” I said back
“But you did want more than one?” She asked
Feeling a little trapped, I sort of said “well yeah I guess, but it’s not easy for us….”
“I know I know” she quickly said “look I know it’s not easy for us, but if we wanted a little brother or sister just like Ollie, then well our options and opportunities are limited, and it just occurred to me in the shower, that timing wise, well while we’re here we have an opportunity…”
My dad knocked on the bedroom door
“You two nearly ready, I’m starving” he called through the door.
“Look we can talk about it later” Emma said and we finished getting ready and headed out for dinner.
The four of us headed down to a traditional Spanish bar for dinner, not far from where my Dad lived. We sat outside, drank wine and ate. We were chatting as normal, but I felt distracted by what Emma had said. In a way I did want another child, and a sibling for Ollie, but could I let my Dad impregnate Emma again, could I handle him having my wife and enjoying her body.
There was a noisy family at the next table as well, a few kids running around. Ollie kept shouting over at them, and they would come over to play with him, as he shouted his few words at them. I caught Emma looking a few times, a smile on her face.
We finished dinner and headed back to my Dad’s. We put Ollie down and sat outside with my dad on his patio around the table, he brought out another bottle of wine. Emma sat back, crossing her long shapely legs. My dad sat there in his tshirt and shorts, that fat bulge between his legs.
We were chatting for a bit, but my mind was elsewhere thinking it all through.
“Right what’s up” I heard my dad saying, pulling me away from my thoughts
“You’ve been quiet all night, what’s up with ya” my dad asked me. Emma was quiet, just shifting a little awkwardly in her seat. I took a deep breath and came out with it
“Emma and I have been talking, and we are thinking about having another child, we feel now is the right time for us and we want Ollie to have a little brother or sister similar age to him” I said
“Oh” my dad said “oh…” the realisation dropping with him
“Yeah Emma is ovulating in the next few days, so yeah now is her most fertile time”
Emma shot me a bit of a look, probably not the most subtle way to come out with it I thought after
“I see” my dad said sitting back folding his arms. “So is this why you came out to see me now” he said almost accusatory. “Haven’t seen you for a couple of years, I know obviously it could be a bit awkward, but I thought we could all get past that, and just be a normal family, but now you want something again you come out and see me?!”
I sensed the anger and frustration in his voice
“No it’s not like that, yes it had maybe felt a bit awkward, but we did want to see you, it’s just timings sort of worked against us I guess” god was I really sort of apologising for asking my dad to breed my wife.
He was silent for a second, “so I’m back to stud duty then is it” neither Emma or I said anything
“And nows the right time for it, over the next few days you reckon?”
“Err yeah” Emma said quietly “from when I was last on, yeah it’ll be in the next few days would be my ovulation, so err yeah, best window is now sort of thing”
“Right, well, we’ll get it done next few days, and then we can forget all about it and go back to playing happy families”
“Dad don’t be like that” I started to say
“Look I don’t know what it’s like for you two, having this problem, and I’ve been able to hold up my end of it, give you a son etc, and yeah I’ll help again, but it’s not just you two who find some things difficult”
I didn’t know what he meant at that point. My dad picked up his glass and downed the rest of his wine in one.
“Right well we best get to it then, if now is the right time” he said standing up.
“What now?!” Even Emma sounded a bit surprised.
“Yeah now, you said it’s over the next 3days, so best get started, we all know the drill, cum in you and get you knocked up with minimum fuss right?!”
“Well yeah…”
“Dad, there’s no need to be like that” I started to say
“Look you want another kid, we know how it’s done, I don’t want to faff about, so let’s do it now, and then we can put it behind us for the evening, and start again tomorrow and then over the next couple of days and then it’s done and can stop being on everyone’s mind”
I was shocked by his bluntness and kind of put on the back foot
“Ok” I heard Emma say
He started unbuckling his jeans and undoing his shorts
“What here?!” I exclaimed loudly.
“Look I’m going to do my bit tonight, and then sit back down, have another cigarette and finish that bottle of wine while sitting out, I’m not moving indoors, if you want to stay and watch you can, but understand if you don’t.”
Emma sat there looking a little awkward as my dad started pulling down his shorts.
“Come through to bed after” I said to Emma, putting my hand on her shoulder.
I got up and opened the glass French door. Stomach a mix of anxieties, my dad had seemed annoyed about what was happening, and I’d basically let him boss me away while he stayed out with Emma.
I headed to the bedroom, and briefly turned on the light. I could see Ollie was still asleep. I stepped in and turned off the light, then stepped back out into the dark corridor, and crept back to the open living room area.
I crouched down by the settee. It was pitch black inside, but outside the light was on.
My heart racing, I knew they wouldn’t be able to see me, but still felt terrified of them catching me. Felt daft to be sneaking around trying to spy on my Dad about to fuck my wife, but I still couldn’t let them know I watched.
Emma’s back was to me as sat in the chair. Her blonde hair down, I could just make out her legs in front of the chair. My dad stood slightly in front of her. His shorts around his ankles, his white boxers an tshirt still on, clearly pitching an erection under his boxers.
He slipped his boxers down and out sprung his fat cock, curving upwards, that fat thick bell with its big ridge, all 7.5” of it standing proud protruding from under his belly and tshirt.
He took it in hand and slowly started stroking in front of Emma.
I saw her spread and open her legs as she sat in the chair, shifting her bum, lifting her dress a little. One hand was dangling over the arm rest, I saw the other hand move between her legs.
I knew my dad was now seeing her shapely legs spread and the front of that black lacey thong, barely covering her smooth pussy. I wondered if she was rubbing herself for him.
My Dad reached out and took Emma’s arm. He pulled her up in front of him. She stood an inch or so in front of his face, his cock clearly pressing up against her dress. For a second I had the horrible thought they were about to kiss, that seemed to horrify me more then what happened next.
He didn’t kiss her instead he turned her around and roughly pushed her down, bending her over the table. She took the initiative and spread her legs for him as she bent over.
He ran his hands up her shapely legs, lifting her dress, pushing and hitching it up past her bum. He moved his hands back over her bum cheeks, rubbing them, enjoying the feel of her soft peachy arse. He then pulled her thong down, and started rubbing her pussy with his hand. I could see Emma looking up and then back over her shoulder as he did.
He had his cock in hand sand started rubbing it against her smooth slit. I saw him obviously push the head of his cock into Emma.
She looked forward her again, closing her eyes and letting out a moan, he then pushed and thrusted his cock fully into Emma in one hard rough thrust.
“Ahh” she gasped opening her eyes widely, launching up a little up on tip-toes over the table.
My dad didn’t let up, he grabbed her hips and started fucking Emma hard and rough. It seemed so different to previous occasions, previously they had either been awkward or had become sensual, this seemed harder more brutal. My Dad was roughly fucking Emma.
I could see her face scrunched up and started to hear her screams through the doors. They were high pitch short squeals “ah ah ah” emanating from her after each of his hard deep thrusts.
My Dad slapped my wife’s arse as he fucked her. It was one hard slap that I saw and heard. Emma yelped in pain a little as he did. He reached forwards and grabbed her hair. His hand wrapping her blonde hair around his fist, then pulling it back.
I saw Emma’s face clearly, a mix of shock pain and pleasure I think, I wasn’t sure. He pulled her hair and pulled her body back, and up against his.
With his free arm, he reached around and roughly forced his hand down the front of her dress, grabbing and pulling out her breast. My dads hand squeezing her tit, pinching the nipple. Her breast still out, he moved his hand down her dress and up under her skirt, rubbing between her legs.
I could see his fingers wet glistening in the light as he rubbed Emma’s clit hard and fast while fucking her from behind. His big rough hand against her smooth body and pussy.
Emma was moaning louder and then “oh fuuccckkk” her voice trembling as her body shook and spasmed as she climaxed. Knowing her pussy would now be clenching hard around my Dad’s cock, and he continued to plough into her.
He let go of her hair and she collapsed forward on the table grabbing the edges. He grabbed her hips and continued to thrust his fat cock into her getting quicker and quicker.
“oh yesss”I heard him grunt, pushing deep up into my Wife, pushing her up onto her tip toes again, as he came inside her, shooting his semen up against her cervix. He came back down and then thrust a couple more times up inside her. Slow deep and hard, almost as if he was emptying himself inside her.
He stood there breathing heavily all hot and sweaty, then slowly started to pull out. I saw him take a step back, the long fat cock now soaked, leaking juices hanging down between his legs.
Emma lifted her head and pushed her hair back over her face. Her cheeks were red and eyes watery. She was sweating and breathless as well, mascara running slightly. She looked shocked and almost like she was about to cry. She stayed like that for a couple seconds then wiped her face.
She slowly stood up reaching down to pull her thong back up, and pull her dress back down. She kept flattening it down, looking away from my dad.
He pulled his shorts and boxers up. Poured himself a glass of wine and sat back down.
“Right I’m going to bed” she said, voice sounding a little broken.
“Yeah probably for best” my dad said.
She gingerly started walking towards the French doors, and I quickly headed back to the bedroom. |