6 comments/ 50408 views/ 25 favorites Kelly was so Beautiful Young Wife By: qualitywheat This is the story of a young beautiful wife who is consumed with the need for more sex than she can get. She gets nailed by two different men, then a third who shouldn't have done. But in the end the young beauty finds her way. The anonymous critics will love this story, and be their usual abusive selves, and I will just delete them as usual, have fun guys, lol. ***** Kelly Walker was busy in her kitchen, whistling to the tune playing on the radio, she hadn't got it turned up so her whistling matched the sounds emanating from it. It was a happy tune, so it made Kelly happy. And when Kelly was happy the sun shines bright in her world. She was also horny! The twenty four year old lovely, married for the last three years, was as horny as she ever was. It seemed to her she was like this most days, she wasn't kept short by her husband, they had sex, made love, fought and played most nights and days when he was home, so it wasn't a lack of sex, Kelly just wanted it all day long. She had just come off the pill six weeks ago, they had decided to go for a baby, to start a family, and she was now looking forward greatly to missing her period. This would be the first sign she had caught on, it also added to her sex drive which she found incredible that it did. The five foot five inch beauty was wiping down a counter top, she was wearing a simple short sleeved button down dress, with the top three undone showing off a nice bit of her swelling cleavage, it was dark brown which matched the colour of her long soft hair. Kelly was never short of admirers, her soft face, angelic to look at attracted the men from all quarters, and if they had known what was underneath she would have been followed around by a continuous pack of hunting sex mad dogs. She had never been one for flaunting her body to all and sundry, she was always a little shy to do so. But Kelly had no reason to be so. Her body should have belonged to the world to view as a shrine to the beauty of woman. She had more erogenous zones than you could shake a stick at. Her soft, pouting symmetrical lips, her long willowy neck, her shoulders, and her nipples, oh her nipples, could and often, and did drive her crazy. Her belly button, the backs of her knees, her toes, the inside of her thighs, and then there was her succulent shaved (for her husband) pussy. There were other places, but these were her main protagonists, and among them, her neck, nipples and pussy were her worst offenders when she didn't want them to be. It didn't matter what she wore, there was always something that could itch her where she couldn't scratch sometimes! She had sometimes in the past, even had to go somewhere private, to not exactly relieve herself, though she sometimes did, but to readjust her clothing, or to rub the offending erogenous spot. Her husband was a very lucky man to have such a beautiful and sexy wife waiting for him at home. He never knew what he was going to be confronted with when he got in from work. Sometimes she would greet him with a kiss hello, and give him his dinner. Sometimes she would yank his trousers down and give him a wank where he was standing. Or even a super duper blowjob, and sometimes she would nearly fuck his head off on the mat inside the front door. Her husband, though he tried, knew he couldn't keep up with her no matter how much he wanted to. He had bought her a couple of toys to help her cope with the sudden onslaught of sexual arousal he knew happened to her unannounced. Kelly had been a bit put off, wanting to know why she didn't excite him, he got around that by simply saying. "Darling, I'm out at work, and sometimes you need help around the house?" Kelly, after thinking about that for a while, saw the way he was thinking. She thanked him by driving him nuts with the vibrator before half fucking him to death. That was his best memory so far in their marriage, the weekend he had shared with her like that. She had ended up tying him up, and him willingly being so. Kelly was always been chatted up, men trying to curry favour for her affections. There were very many good looking guys out there, some were akin to sex gods she thought. She would sometimes even stop herself to imagine what this or that guy might just be like. But that's as far as it went, and ever would go she had decided. There was nothing Kelly didn't like now in her sexual life, whatever she had wanted to do, whatever her husband had wanted to do they had done it. They had tied each other up, had consensual forced sex on the other. Although Kelly had been so excruciatingly aroused, when her husband had had her tied over the kitchen table and fucked her in all three holes. He had been on top form that night and Kelly had had her best ever orgasms. They had sex all over their house, there wasn't anywhere they could have sex on that they hadn't had it by now. They even had it on the front lawn in the middle of the night, both naked, and both vulnerable to possibly being seen by a neighbour who happened to be awake and looking out of their window. The back lawn had been used, the garage, the shed, and on the roof of that too. Every window sill, front and back, downstairs and up. Kelly loved it when she had him tied up, she would sit on him, hold his balls in one hand and drive her middle finger up his ass. Knowing it turned his wife on, it in itself turned him on. Kelly knew this and she would toy with him forever before she mounted him, he would be begging her to do him. But an event in her garden took her life in a different direction, not one of her choosing but it happened never the less. She had been planting seedlings in her vegetable patch, and was taking the trays back to the green house. She was wearing an old skirt, and silly top, she saw herself as a scarecrow and laughed at herself. But she still looked gorgeous in her sloppy attire. It is amazing sometimes how things can be jelled together in life, simply by a twist of fate, and this was going to be hers. Next door there was a man knocking on the rear door of the house, but no one answered. Kelly was unaware of this, then she had tripped on a step, her hands flew forward as she went down, but the trays smashed into the door of the greenhouse and smashed the glass. This got the attention of the man knocking next door. He turned to listen and he heard someone cry out in what sounded like pain. He grabbed the top of the fence to see what was going on. He saw Kelly on her hands and knees with her head down. He could see she was hurt, even if only a little, so he hopped over the 2 meter high fence and went to her aid. "Can I help, have you hurt yourself maam?" he asked. It took Kelly by surprise and she stuttered. "I think I have hurt my knee," she said. He looked and saw some blood there, it wasn't a lot, but it was there. So he stood and helped her up and that's when he saw how beautiful she was. He took a deep breath when he studied her. As Kelly rose up she wobbled a little, her took her hand and told her he would guide to her door twenty yards away, as they moved off Kelly nearly fell over. He grabbed her, steadied her, he took the decision to carry her. And before she knew it she was up in his arms, hers went around his neck and he strode off. He entered her door and kicked it shut behind him, he looked at the table, then the chairs and decided neither were good enough for a medical inspection. He walked down her hall, and into her sitting room and laid her on her sofa. "Do you have a medical kit maam?" he asked "In the kitchen," Kelly said and told him which cupboard it was in. He hurried of and came back with it, he looked in and got some antiseptic lotion and apiece of cotton dab. He applied some to her bloody knee, Kelly moaned, it stung like crazy. As she cringed away, again she cried out and put her hand on her hip. "Ooooh," she sobbed, "my hip hurts too, I must have jarred it?" He asked where and Kelly pointed to the spot. The man was now taking stock of this beautiful wife, she looked as sexy as hell no matter what she was wearing, and he knew they were her gardening clothes. "Let me," said gently, and he slid his hand up her thigh, but he made sure it was under her skirt. "An accident," he would tell her if she complained. He began a finger tip massage of her injured hip. He saw her relax back on the sofa, her eyes closed slowly. He was doing something right, what he didn't know was, how right he really was! His fingers worked their way gently, probing her soft flesh, caressing it. Then he got them under the tiny scrap of material holding her thong together. Taking a chance he slid his left hand up her inner thigh, his finger tips lightly stroking and dancing as he went. The thought of possibly getting to fuck this beauty rose massively in his mind. As did his cock in his pants. Kelly felt the contact, but at the same time she didn't feel it, the fingers on her hip felt so good as he continued his massage of her it. But the fingers seemed to be in contact with the others on his left hand, as he touched then stroked her pussy through her thong, and Kelly breathed in deep, very deep! Her body, always on the lookout for satisfaction and sexual contact, and arousal, closed her mind down. The part of the brain that dealt with protestations and resistance were in hibernation, put there by her body's rapidly growing needs. The man stroked a little more firmly, he could feel heat from her pussy as her body radiated out her desires. He looked at her again, her eyes were closed and he could tell by her face, that she was feeling sexy or horny, or both. His right hand came away from her hip, and gently and slowly raised the skirt up as high as it would go, and there it was, the cause of the heat on his softly probing fingers. Now he could see his target, getting his finger under the thong was a cinch. He slid it under and drew it up her lips, which were getting wetter by the moment. His right hand went to his own pants and one handed he undid his belt, the button, and drew his zip down. He pulled out his throbbing cock, he was as hard as he could be, he pictured in his mind what he wanted to happen, and he did it. He yanked her thong open, jumped up and got his knees between hers and he drove it in. Kelly's eyes flew open along with a silent yell of surprise. But it was too late, she was full of cock, and her body cheered for it. She could hear the cheers echoing in her head. The man began to screw the beautiful married woman under him. Kelly had no choice in the matter now, she had been got, she had been conned by the man, and betrayed by her body. Her knees were already apart, he got hold of her thong and ripped it off. Kelly gasped in aroused shock, her feet rose and dropped on to him, her arms went unasked around him. She was fully aroused by now, the sexual beast within her had reared its ugly head, and just when her husband wasn't within reach. Now this man, this complete stranger was about to reap and harvest a beautiful young wife's pussy. She was in dire need for the cock in her to finish her off, it wasn't her husband's cock, and it didn't matter, not to Kelly's inane needs. Kelly wanted the cock and the man to finish the job it had started, and she was ably aided and abetted by her sexual needful body. The man was in blissful heaven, there he had been knocking on a neighbour's door not less than fifteen minutes ago, and now he was balls deep in a luscious beautiful sexy woman's cunt. He made the most of it, which in turn forced Kelly to do the same. She held him tight, fucked him back. She had to squirrel out of him every bit of cum she could gather. The man went on as long as he could, he held his breath, he kissed her and she kissed him back. He was in a place not visited in his life, he had somehow seduced this gorgeous woman without really trying. He would never understand how, he tightened his grip. But then the inevitable caught up with him, he groaned, forced himself all the way into Kelly's super heated pussy and blew his load all the way in. He lay on her, and slowly regained his senses, he was an intelligent man, and his first thought was to get the fuck out. If she cried rape he would go to jail that was for sure. So he gently climbed off her, said something stupid, like, "I hope your knee and hip get better?" Then he picked his pants up and hurried away. She had never seen him before, and had no idea as to who he was. But there was one undeniable fact, the stranger had scratched an itch Kelly had been unable to. She wondered about him after he had gone, he was fairly good looking, seemed kind and gentle, and he had seduced her without her knowing he was. His secret would be safe with her. She sometimes wondered if it had been a dream, he had come into her life so quickly, but she knew it hadn't been, she still had the small graze on her knee! Two weeks later events had overtook her again, she was flat on her back, on her kitchen table, her feet in the air, and she was being rogered out of her head. But the man doing the rogering wasn't her husband either, and it wasn't the stranger who had seduced her so easily, it was the mail man! Kelly was hot and particularly horny this particular morning, they had got up late, and so there was no time for a bit of slap and tickle with her husband. It wasn't his fault they were late up, it was hers. Kelly hadn't set the alarm properly and it was all hell let loose so he wasn't late for work. It was ten am, and she saw the mailman whistling away as he walked up her path, normally he would pop the mail through the door and go on his way, this day though it was a package that needed to be signed for. She had talked to him in the past briefly, he was a good looking guy about forty years old she thought, and he looked quite fit too. So after she opened the door to his knock, she saw the look of male appreciation on his face. Kelly knew the look and she always liked the attention. They chatted about the weather, this and that, he couldn't take his eyes off the dark haired lovely stood right in front of him. He was wondering whether to make a pass at her. Kelly knew what he was thinking so she stayed right where she was and teased him silently, daring him to do so. She had no intention of doing anything but tease, egg him on and then say goodbye, then he spoke the words that led him to her body, and the young beautiful housewife, down the road to her infidelity for the second time. "Mmmmm, is that coffee I can smell?" he asked. And Kelly, without thinking said, "Yes, would you like a cup?" "I most certainly would, thank you," he replied, she stepped aside and in he walked. She closed the door and led him through to her kitchen, he stood at the table and Kelly poured two mugs for them. And to this day Kelly didn't know if she gave off signals, a smell, a sign, she did know she was exceptionally horny that day because of the lateness she had caused. But there must have been something that made him approach her. She was half turned to him, more or less sideways on, her lovely face was toward him, her eyes were looking at his lips as if asking him if he wanted to kiss her. He was looking at her, and he actually saw her lips turn red and quiver, tremble. He knew the signs, "A sexy woman's lips filling with blood means only one thing, she's feeling sexy, randy, and hopefully in need of a seeing to!" were the words in his head. He took immediate action, he went the two steps to her, put his left arm across her back, and rested his hand on her opposite shoulder. His right hand lifted, cupped the swelling orb in her dress, and squeezed her nipple. Kelly didn't move except to lift her head as her mouth sagged open, her huge intake of breath stopped her from speaking. The mail man leaned down and connected his mouth with hers. Suddenly they were in each other's arms, the crush of her nipple sent her immediately into an internal sexual frenzy. Kelly had threw her left arm over his shoulder around his neck, and her right, went around his back. The kiss was ocean deep in a second, lips locked and instantly passionate. He held her to him with his left arm, but he didn't let go of her nipple. "Not yet!" he told himself, "wait a minute, make her go for it!" Kelly's right arm slid down his back, over his ass, round the side, and brushed his cock, from there she took a hold of it. He grinned happily and inwardly, "In!" he shouted in his head. He let go of her nipple and undid the rest of the buttons on Kelly's dress, it dropped open. He risked a quick look down, a lacy bra, and a thong, he didn't bother with her bra, he could get that off her later, he thought, he hooked a finger into the thong and yanked it apart, now it was only fitted to Kelly's left leg. Kelly was open for business, he was her sole customer, and he intended now on robbing her shop. The mailman swiftly undid his trousers and let them fall, he was on top speed, not wanting the beautiful young wife to suddenly come to her senses. His engorged cock, which was a good size was at the ready, as it had been for the last five minutes or more. Pushing Kelly backwards he laid her on the table, she was looking up at him in a haze of sexual depravity. And it was all caused by herself, she was in extreme heat, and needed desperately to be fucked. The man wasted not one second, he got between her shapely knees, and stepped up to the plate,. Then, in a sudden change of mind he dropped to his knees and damn near swallowed her luscious shaved pussy. His tongue was all the way in, and he sucked at the same time. Kelly climaxed in a rush, so fast and so rapid, she squealed in anguish. Her hands went to his head to hold him in place while he hoovered away at her, he poked a finger into her ass and her legs shot up into the air. Another tumultuous climax hit her, her head bumped on the table, and she lay there in the absolute glory of being done. This she loved, wanted and needed, the fact that it wasn't her husband didn't matter one jot. She was being given what was required for her to even live, sex! As she wallowed in being given the best tongue ever, she caressed his head with her fingers, it was all she could do, she didn't have the strength to raise herself up yet. Her feet had come to rest on his bent back, as he bent to his delicious task, plating this gorgeous young wife. After an eternity, it seemed like, he came up for air, a very satisfied look on his face. But it didn't match the satisfied look Kelly had on hers. His cock jutting out towards her, he closed quarters, and ram rodded the helpless beauty. He speared her with one thrust, nailing her completely, he hefted her legs back up, and this time her feet rested on his manly shoulders. Then he set about getting his! He shafted Kelly as if it was their last day on earth, he rammed his goodly cock in and out, hitting bottom every time. His too blood filled cock, with the thick shaft just swept all before it as he raided her pussy time after time. Kelly had a hand in her mouth to stop her from crying out in sheer ecstasy, her other hand gripping the table edge to keep her there. Then another climax bombed its way through her, ripping away her senses totally. Then she heard grunting, it was him, he was cumming, she tried to speak to say, "No don't cum in me," but her throat was tightly constricted and not one letter came out. He leaned over her and shot a huge amount of thick steaming cum up and into Kelly. It forced another bomb to go off in her stomach, and her pussy muscles fought to keep all of his cum within its walls. He slowed, and stopped, leaned down and kissed her again, it was a sweet loving kiss that she returned gladly. Then he backed away, his cock was like a sleek powerful car slipping out of its garage. He stood and looked at her, then he helped her up, she sat on the edge of the table in the daze she had been in when this had begun. Kelly was so Beautiful Young Wife The mailman reached down and pulled up his pants, he fastened them, looked at his watch and said benignly, "Well young lady, I would like to thank you for today, this has been without doubt, the best day I have ever had." He kissed her quickly, felt her nipple for the last time and walked down the hall. He picked up his bag, and opened the door. But he stopped and sneaked a look, he didn't want to be seen leaving this lovelies house, "it might spoil things for the future," he said to himself. Kelly heard the door close and she sat there and pondered what had happened, she had been thoroughly taken to the sexual cleaners, laundered and tidied away, she had had so many orgasms it muddled her brain. She got off and almost fell down, her legs were jelly. Her body was alive and itchy, she was tingling all over, she knew she had been consummately fucked by a man, a real man. And to be honest, even though she knew how wrong it had been, it had been fantastic, out of this world, so unexpected, totally unplanned, and she had loved it. During the day she gradually pulled herself together, she would never ever forget it, but she had to put it behind her. And when her husband came home she was at ease, a bit guilty yes, but she was alright. And that night when they made love she was a little less energetic than was usual, her husband noticed it, but never asked anything. He was a very happy man as he drifted off to sleep next to his beautiful bride. Kelly avoided the mailman, but a week later he got her again. He had had his shift pattern changed, and now instead of a morning round, he was on an afternoon round. It was to do with cost savings, he didn't care, it was all the same to him. He didn't have mail for Kelly this day, but he noticed her in her rear garden as he passed by. "Hi there," he called, "how are you?" Kelly looked back, saw him and waved, but didn't answer him. He saw her wave and took it as a 'come on in' wave. He walked down her path, the side of her house was secluded. He dropped his bag to the floor, walked up behind her, slipped his arms around her waist, snuffled into her hair, kissed her neck and gripped her nipples. Kelly was up the rigging in a heartbeat. Without waiting for even a yea or a nay he carried her the few yards back into her kitchen. He had his hold, his fingers were raking her nipples and he hurried through to her sitting room. This man was a predator, he knew what he wanted, and he knew that this young married beauty was, or nearly was, a fucking nymphomaniac. He got down to the floor with her and had her stripped in seconds, all in between fingers, nipping and kissing her. From there it was plain sailing, he ripped his cock into her in double quick time. He felt her have climaxes, he jammed in and out. He wanted his, her getting hers was a foregone conclusion. There was no way Kelly could resist or stop the explosions going off in her. Again the mailman shot tons of fluid into her gaping pussy, he pumped until he was dry. Then he became gentle, he kissed and loved her, spoke words of endearment to her, calmed her, and held her in his arms until she settled. And then he was gone, just like that. Kelly, dazed and stunned by the sudden fucking she had received and being unable to stop or resist, lay on her rug for thirty minutes or more. The orgasms she had had off him were still rumbling around her body. When she climbed to her knees, and cum ran down her leg, she cried. She had had many climaxes, but this time she regretted the friendship she had shown to the mailman. "No more, never again!" she told herself, and Kelly meant it. She kept him at bay easily enough, but he was becoming persistant. In the end she then threatened to report him for sexual harassment if he didn't mend his ways. This was enough to put him on the back foot, and he asked for a new mail round and he disappeared from Kelly's life. But the one thing Kelly couldn't get out of her head was the mind bending climaxes and orgasms she had had during her bouts of illicit sex with him, and her unknown stranger. They tormented her sometimes, she even imagined her husband to be them, which she hated, but never the less had mountainous, heart rending, back breaking climaxes when she did. She began to think of other men, people she knew, even boys making love to her, seducing her to where she had to give in completely, and let them use her for whatever purpose they wanted to. But Kelly knew she could never go out and find other men, she even considered finding the mailman again. She sometimes hoped the stranger would come back and take her once more, but knew also that would be disastrous. She couldn't understand herself, she was so much in love with her husband, and she would die if she didn't have him. "So why do I feel like this, why do I want another man, or even men?" she asked herself repeatedly, and not knowing the answer. And with a relief Kelly had her period, she hadn't thought about being knocked up by her two lovers, so it was a welcome thing when she came on. Then a few days later she received a phone call, and it was to save her life, even quite possibly save her marriage. "Hello beautiful," the voice said. Kelly's heart skipped a beat, she had actually thought of him for an erstwhile lover. But had discarded it as a none starter because he lived halfway around the world from her. "Hey there stranger," she replied, "how are you?" she asked. "I'm great Kelly, all the better for hearing that sultry voice of yours again," he intoned. "Away with you," she giggled, "where are you, and what are you, or should I say, who are you up to?" she giggled again. Her husband had told her of his exploits, or the bits he knew. "Now now," he laughed, "enough of that, you know there is only you on my mind Kelly," he told her. "But listen, I don't have a lot of time, I am down your way tomorrow, and need a place to stay for a month, can you put me up please?" Kelly was taken by surprise, she stammered, he took that as a, 'no I'm sorry,' and told her not to worry, that he would find somewhere. "No no," she told him, "its fine really, I just didn't expect that," she said. "I'll have your room ready and waiting, what time will you be here?" she asked. "I'll be there about noon if that's okay, I have a lot of work to do, but I'll work from your home if that's okay. I have all my gear, computers, printers, scanners and the rest, alright?" he said. She told him it was and was looking forward to seeing him again. He lived in Australia now, and she had only seen him once since her wedding, and at that, he had told her she was the most beautiful adoringly sexy woman he had ever met. The twinkle in his eye had told her to be careful around him. Now that thought popped back into her lovely head. She was excited by the thought of him being in their home, with him being close by, and she thinking he was sexy, and him knowing she was. Her husband was more than happy to be linking up again after two years. Kelly prepared a room, her husband put extra wires and plug things in for his equipment. That morning Kelly got excited by the thought of him, she dressed for him without realising she was. Her skirt was of light denim, not a tight one, a little flared, and cut about four or five inches above those shapely knees. Her top was a soft satin number, which was snug rather than tight, she turned this way and that as she appraised herself. Kelly didn't like the way her bra cut lines around her so that went. She tried it with two buttons undone, then three, then four, four were too many so she settled on three. It showed just enough cleavage without being obvious. She wore a thong that cut the cheeks of her gorgeous ass in two, bare legged and backless sandals were her preferred choice. She did her hair, she knew how he liked it, he had told her hadn't he? Then she carefully did her face, one last inspection and even Kelly thought how good she looked. It still hadn't registered in her mind that she was doing this for him, and she didn't understand that her infernal horniness was about her either. She just wanted to look good, and she did, extremely good. The horniness she felt constantly was at the back of her mind, just sitting there waiting to be called on. He arrived right on time, they hugged and exchanged cheek kisses, he marvelled at her, telling her she looked even better than was possible. Kelly was delighted, she felt like a school girl in front of her headmaster, but she recovered and showed him to his room. She left him to unpack and get settled in, she made a lunch and he came down. They chatted about this and that, he looked around, he had only been here once, he espied a wedding day photo of just Kelly in her dress, flowers in hand, and she looked fabulous. "Do you know," he said, picking the photo up, "I have thought about you a lot Kelly, and I mean a lot." She watched him gazing at her photo, it was a beautiful one, even she admitted that. "And what have you been thinking then Daddy?" she said quietly, this was the first time she had ever called him that since she had married his only son. And Austin liked it, he liked it a whole lot. He turned to her and her smile dazzled him, her eyes were alive, vital. Kelly saw the look he gave her, and the rumble in her stomach hit her, her horniness popped its head out and she swore she heard it say 'Hello,' to him. The glint in his eye went and Kelly suppressed the tingle in her nipples. "What have I been thinking about Kelly, can I show you?" he said to her. He knew that doing this was a risk that could backfire on him in a maelstrom of trouble. He went to her, put his hands on her upper arms and kissed her. His beautiful daughter was mesmerised and paralysed, she just stood there and let him kiss her, he pulled back. Kelly's soft lips quivered, and then he kissed her again, and this time it was a full on lip smacking kiss. One that could never be excused as an, 'hello, nice to see you again, kiss.' Horny popped out and kissed him back, her pussy liquefied, her nipples burst, and her tummy ached. "Daddy," she mumbled with her lips on his. "Mmmmm?" he mumbled in to hers. "We... we... shouldnth," she mumbled again. He nodded his head, saying silently, "yes we should." He caressed her breasts one handed, clipped a nipple between thumb nail and finger nail, Kelly let out a silent scream into his mouth. To him it was heavy breathing, so he kept on. Kelly and her father were locked now in an embrace, one that Kelly now knew was going to happen the minute she had answered the phone yesterday. She had wanted it to happen, she had dressed to make sure it would happen, and she had played the part for him to ensure it would happen. The slut within had been released, to him, her sexy father in law, and her husband's dad. Their bodies pressed up tight and personal, he crushed her to him, making her feel his rock hard cock, rock hard because she had made it that way. Kelly knew this and it added to her own excitement, which was now coursing through her wanton sexy body. He stopped suddenly, went and locked the doors, came back, he kissed her again and then he picked his beautiful girl up and carried her into her bedroom. There they kissed and loved their way to total nakedness, her hand sought and found him, he sought and found her hot slick oily pussy. And their moans rifled the electric atmosphere in the bedroom. Neither could wait any longer, proper love making would have to wait, right now both had extremely urgent needs to attend to. He climbed over and saw for the first time Kelly's exquisite feline sexual beauty, it was there for him, only him, she guided him to her, and he slid home in a satisfying whoosh, both of them loved the feeling of hard cock entering such a wonderful receptacle as Kelly's pussy. Kelly clamped herself to her husband's father for the first time. Her pussy said "hello and welcome" to the cock and kissed it, Kelly felt the movements within her. Then she settled back and let her lovely father do her the way she knew he was going to. And the way he wanted to, he fucked her with long slow strokes, enough to make her wiggle under him. She wanted to urge him on, faster and harder but resisted. She knew he would give her all she wanted and more, she could sense and feel it from him. He struck Kelly with solid knockout blows, that she rode and parried, the climax this brought her was a bone crusher. It rattled through her like an earthquake of a high magnitude. She gripped him with her nails and feet forcing him on to greater and greater things. He fucked her with as much power as he could muster, and withstand himself. Soon Kelly was gasping for breath, he too was breathing deeply and sweat was dripping from his forehead, and then he came. Kelly didn't tell him not to, she wanted his cum in her. She wanted her belly to be filled with his white mice. Austin grunted one last time and hit her with a serious slapping thud, his loins connected and melded with hers as he pumped his cum deep into his beautiful daughters womb. That's when they laughed at each other, a lovers satisfied laugh, they hugged and loved. Kelly was amazed at how she was feeling, she had loved this, the copulation with her father wasn't for reasons of regrets, it was for reasons of congratulations, and celebrations. A thought popped into her lovely head, he saw a flicker in her eyes. "Now you know what I've been thinking about Kelly, this and you," he told her. "Yes I know it now, and let me tell you daddy, you are naughty, very naughty for seducing me for you," she replied sexily. "One month," she said to him. "I have you here for one month right?" "You have," he replied, wondering what was coming next. "Well isn't that just dandy then?" she said, and pulled him to her for a super sexy kiss. Not slow on the uptake, he told her, "You have, so we will have lots of things to do while I'm here, I hope?" "You can bet on it mister, but nothing must get to Michael okay?" she told him forthrightly. "Absolutely nothing I promise you, any way I'll be so busy at evening time you'll hardly see me," he told her. "Why is that then?" she asked innocently. "Because I'll be here with you in the day, or most of them hey?" And he laughed at his own joke. When Kelly saw his meaning she thumped him in the ribs. "Don't get big ideas," Kelly told him, she grabbed his cock, and said, "Do you think you can keep this up five days a week for a month old man?" she said kindly. He saw her point, "Hmmmmm," he mumbled, "maybe not all day long, but I'll die trying!" he tickled her and laughed. Kelly knew he would too, but she was also pragmatic enough to know all day was a no goer. They rose amid lots of kisses, fondling and hugging tightly, they showered separately, Kelly went to start dinner for her husband, he would be home in an hour. His dad came down, a pen behind his ear, and a notebook in his hand. "Props," he told his beautiful daughter, she guffawed and splashed him with water from the sink. Michael chose to enter just after he had dried off. They greeted each other as warmly as a father and son could. She saw the love they had for each other, and she sighed. "It's too late for recriminations now Kelly, you've had it away with his dad, and you'll be having it away with him again tomorrow, and the ensuing days after that, no turning back, not now," she told herself as she kissed her husband. She was amazed at how calm she felt, being done and having it off with the stranger and the mailman was off the wall. But just having spent the afternoon in bed with her husband's dad and she felt fine, no hang ups, no guilt, nothing. She was already looking forward to the next four weeks with utter relish. That night her husband got it big time, she was her normal horny self. But one thing Kelly wasn't too sure of were the pictures of her fathers face, along occasionally with that of the stranger and the mailman in her head when they had been screwing her. But they fired her up into huge orgasms which pleased her husband no end. The next morning Kelly never even bothered to dress, she told her husband that she was going back to bed. "No point in lying about it, is there?" she really was going back to bed, her fathers. She kissed him goodbye and went upstairs, she quickly tidied herself up for his dad, donned a sexy see through, and nothing else, then the beautiful young wife walked into his room. He stirred but didn't waken, she got into bed with him and got his cock. "You are one wanton hussy Kelly Walker," she said to herself, already she was super randy, "throwing yourself at your father in law like this!" His cock started to get thicker, harden, she was only holding it, she wasn't jerking him off. In his sleep he sensed a warm soft body against his from the back. A soft velvety hand seemed to be holding his growing erection. Then a warm velvety voice in his ear whispered, "Are you awake Daddy, hmmmm?" A gentle squeeze was all it took from her and his mind jolted into daylight. "I wasn't, but I am now Kelly, good morning darling," he said over his shoulder. "Good morning Daddy, I thought you were feeling a little sleepy but I thought you might want your breakfast in bed?" she sniggered softly, her hand just starting to slide up and down his cock shaft. "That's thoughtful of you, you sexy woman, I'm starving," he said back, "and I know exactly what I want to eat!" He threw himself around, jumped over her and twisted himself. He landed on top of her gorgeous daughter and 69nd her immediately. Kelly was paralysed for a moment until she felt him sucking her silky pussy, then his tongue hit home and Kelly had her first mini orgasm of the day. Her eyes focussed on his hard cock swinging above her, she tilted and lifted her head and she had him. She got her teeth behind his flange and pulled him down, to where she could lay back and just suck him off while he plated her and ate her alive. His tongue, teeth and mouth took an enormous toll, Kelly was cumming before she got a chance to retaliate. There were fingers in there too causing havoc, and also fingers tweaking her nipples. There was nowhere for her to go and nowhere to hide. Her knees were raised and spread wide as he feasted on the shaved sweet lips proffered to her, he drank her love juice. Kelly came as hard as she could ever remember. She sucked wildly on his cock, she tried to eat him too, but her position was that of subservient, his was one of sheer dominance. And when he jabbed a finger into her ass it was game over. Her legs shot straight down the bed, her thighs clamped his head and she wailed on utter earth shattering climaxes, her father milked her for all she had. He jammed his cock down into her mouth, he didn't want to cum, he wanted to fuck her with that, so he took away her ability to suck him out and swallow him. Kelly didn't know how professional, and how proficient a lover her husband's dad was. She was on the road to finding out, big time. She had been right about going all day, it was an impossibility, but he knew there was more to love making and to fucking, and being fucked than having a good cock in her pussy. Kelly finally relaxed, there was no fight, no argument about this, she had had several orgasms off him. She had got into bed to tease and toy with him, to play with him. But she had become his toy to play with in one fell swoop, as soon as he had jumped her she was a goner! They spent the whole day in bed, only broken for food and refreshment. That night they all went out for a meal, they had a great time and there was not a hint of any impropriety from either Kelly of her father. They went home, had a drink by the fire, and went to bed, where for the first time in their marriage Kelly went to sleep. No sex, a big goodnight kiss to her husband and she was asleep in his arms before his own eyes closed. Kelly was so Beautiful Young Wife The next morning he was ready for her, he himself was as horny as she was, they rough and tumbled in the bed, each toying with the other. Kelly her beautiful hair flashing about, her fabulous breasts swinging this way and that, her hips dancing to him, she had his cock in a hold he wasn't going to get out of, before settling down to a fuck to end all fucks. As the weeks passed, Kelly realised that her unending and unbending horniness was going. She no longer was on edge all the time. Wanting sex, needing sex, using the toys her husband had bought her. And she also thought that it wasn't just her father who was driving it from her. Any guilt or self examination about what she was doing with her husband's father was now gone forever, it wasn't an issue now. They hadn't made love every day, but they had remained more than close, spending lots of time in the love market. This was what he had known, you don't need to fuck to make love. It was the third week and he wanted to screw her ass, Kelly immediately flipped herself over. She had been wondering if he ever would, though she was a little reticent to ask him, in case he thought she might be depraved. She got on her knees and began drawing huge breaths, she knew she would, or he would, expunge every dram of oxygen she had in her. He was behind her, her ass was slick with the dripping from her pussy, and he nailed her first time. Kelly thought she would never breathe again. He was all the way in and in under a second, Kelly forced herself with great effort not to fling herself down under him. She stayed on her knees no matter how hard he hit her with his cock. And Kelly came, cum after cum shook through her, he ravaged her nipples, flicked her clit, bit her back. He was everywhere on her, like a well worn suit. Then his own body took him over the edge, he had never had a woman like Kelly, she was a one off, no one he had met over the years could even come close to her for sheer beauty, aggravated sexiness, and absolute loveliness. Her softness hid the core of her being. Kelly Walker, his daughter was ALL woman. Kelly was in a world of her own, never having visited this she was in awe. The stranger and the mailman had set her on this direction, but it hadn't pointed to her father. She also had the nous to realise that he was only here for one month. Twenty eight days in fact, so no matter how much time she spent in bed with him, or elsewhere. She would be able, she hoped, to go back to her life. But she also hoped that her horniness, which had got her in to this trouble in the first place, would somehow abate? She loved him, she knew she always would, not only for what he had done to her, but what he had done for her. He had been her guiding light she knew that now, he had shown her there was more to life than sexual gratification, he had shown her true love. And that truer love was her husband, his son. The week before he left she missed her period, she would never know if her husband was the father or his dad, she didn't care. And neither would her loving daddy. He had told her his son was the father, end of. But he intended to return within eighteen months and buy a house nearby. Kelly fucked his head off after saying that.