11 comments/ 39032 views/ 5 favorites An Illicit Affair? Nope. By: qualitywheat He was laid on his back, he had hunkered down under me, tucked his right arm below my body, my left arm was around his shoulders and I was holding him by the left wrist. My right leg was lying over his and my heel hooked under his calf. My free right hand was holding his (unknown to me) very impressive prick. I was jacking him off, and kissing him at the same time, squeezing and rolling as my hand travelled up and down his extremely hard shaft. My silky soft long auburn hair was trailing over him. But despite myself, I was beginning to get excited. I hated being made to do what I was doing, but the woman in me was gradually pulling me down. I could only put it down to what was in my hand, a live and very vibrant cock. "I can't escape from you Nelly," he told me between breathless kisses, "I'm helpless, trapped, I'm your prisoner, you can do what you like to me, I can't stop you." My hand pace increased at his words, god he knows how to get to me doesn't he? I thought. This was my first time with him, he had blackmailed me into this, but being the man he is, and what he had on me. I had succumbed to him. He wasn't my prisoner at all, I was his captive, doing the things he was making me do like this, right now, and soon I knew, he would fuck and make love to me. The question for me, at the moment was, how far into it would I be. My mind was still set dead against this, but my body was rebelling. It was liking this game of 'prisoner' it was finding it exciting to have a captive, even though it was I that really was his captive. I looked down at my hand and his hard prick, I watched as it slid down his thick meat and run over his balls, the hairs tickled me, caressing them warily, learning them, and knowing the contents would very soon be spouting up his shaft and into my waiting vagina. I knew also that very soon this hard cock would be in me, in where no one had ever been other than my husband. Thirty minutes or so ago I had stood at the front door of his apartment, girding my loins to knock, enter and submit. I almost turned away a several times but I knew I was just wasting time. It was going to happen, he had made it very clear that if I didn't do what he said, my husband would be the recipient of some very explicit photo's I had taken of myself for him, not knowing who he was, and him not knowing who I was. Dream on! I had knocked, he opened the door and greeted me very warmly, he ushered me into his sitting room. He took my long wool overcoat, I had worn it to cover the attire he had told me to buy and wear just for him. He had sent me a cheque to cover the cost, which was quite high. I have to confess he had very good taste, I did look good, very good. I was in a pair of light brown calf leather high heels, lifting my 5ft 8" frame to a admirable height of about 5ft 11", or maybe a little more. I had fine denier stockings on complete with the requisite suspender belt. I wasn't wearing any panties, or bra, orders! My skirt was very fine and expensive, it flared at the bottom, soft and light brown calf leather, and it came to just below my shapely knees. It swished around me when I walked. My top was a real beauty, I hated doing what he told me to do, but his selection for me was spot on. It was a matching colour of my skirt and shoes, but it was so fine and silky, like gossamer. It was long sleeved, with frilly flared cuffs, the neck was the same, light frills all the way around, and also down the front that hid the tiny buttons fastening it. It looked transparent but it wasn't, you could certainly see the outline of my body under it, but what was under it was the mystery, or would have been to any observer. It was a snug fit rather than tight, my skirt and top really did accentuate my curves. I must confess here that it was as sexy as any thing I had ever worn. I looked beautiful, just as he had said I would. My hair was freshly washed, and conditioned to a super shine, long soft and silky too, it was around my shoulders and the tops of my arms. "You look absolutely stunningly, beautiful and fabulously sexy Nelly, oh do you!" He beamed. I smiled in appreciation, despite where I was and about to do. I liked the compliment; a woman needs these for her own confidence in herself doesn't she? "You do have great taste Henry," I told him quietly. "Henry," I said, "please don't do this to me, please?" I begged, knowing I was wasting my time, but I still had to plead with him didn't I. "Nelly, it's in the stars darling, it was meant to be. I know I'm being a bit naughty, but if you were where I was, you would definitely be unable to resist the opportunity to love such a creature as beautiful as you." I knew I wasn't going to change his mind. He closed the gap between us, took me in his arms and kissed me. I never responded but he carried on anyway, then he moved to my neck. Now if there is any where on my body that can subvert me, it's right there. He nibbled, nipped sucked and licked, my eyes closed, I tried to keep them open but I couldn't. I have always found that irresistible. Then my lips parted, a silent gasp emitted from them, I knew I had done it, but he didn't, not yet. He lifted my arms up and put them over his shoulders, my seduction was under way. I was being broken by him, like a horse in a coral is taught to obey. His insistent attack on my neck, both sides now, was beginning to pay dividends for him. My arms pulled me up higher to give him more room. Our bodies were tight together and pressure was asserting itself at each other. I felt his hardness pressing into me. Some how I managed to stifle the soft moan in my throat. We stayed there for many long minutes, his kissing my neck was turning me over. His prick was shooting me down as it wormed its way between my thighs. When he kissed me on my lips I kissed him back, there was nothing I could do to stop myself. My fidelity and marriage vows were being torn away by his lips and his cock. My mind was still saying no, but my body was strongly in favour now, and it was an argument it wasn't going to lose! Henry swept me up off my feet and carried me into his bedroom, on the bed he slowly undressed me, kissing all the way as they came off. He knew to take his time with me, lead, and not direct, was his way, rushing wasn't wanted or needed. Soon I was naked apart from my stockings and suspender belt. "You have to keep them on Nelly, it's far too sexy not to wear them darling," he told me. My nipples grew to copper headed bullets the instant he sucked each one into his mouth. I helped him with his clothing, and that's when I caught first sight of his hard cock, and as I said earlier, it was very impressive. You couldn't tell in the photo's how big it really was, but I could see it now, and it was, and, I have to admit, a beauty. Soon it would be where no other cock had ever been but Mike's, my husband. I had been a virgin when I married; I had flatly refused to go all the way with Mike, though I did 'relieve' him plenty. And I also knew with definite certainty that I would never be unfaithful to him, never! Don't get me wrong, I'm no wallflower, no shrinking violet, no prim and proper housewife. I know how to look good, how to look and behave sexily, and to be honest, I do find that easy. I have my own mind and my own will, and I'm prepared to use both when necessary. My husband is a wonderful man and I love him dearly, doing what I was doing now was completely against everything I believed in. But I had been stupid, it had started when I confided in my best friend that while Mike, my husband, was a good lover, he just wasn't often enough, his sex drive was way lower than mine. I needed some sort of excitement, my vibrator wasn't cutting it like it used to. I just needed a thrill or two without being bad. Now here I was looking down at my captor, my pretend prisoner, holding him down supposedly, and working his cock, kissing him because the excitement of what was happening, and the situation I was in, was taking its toll.. I was ready, I needed him in me, or to be precise, I needed his cock in me. 'Bye bye fidelity, hello adultery,' I told myself. I kissed him once more, then said. "Henry, please make love to me, I want to feel you in me, right now." He turned toward me and pushed me onto my back, got over me, looked steadily into my eyes, I looked right back and guided him to me, and as it slid in, I let go and closed my eyes. Another man's cock was in me, and it felt heavenly. My best friend had opened her computer and logged on with a password. The she clicked lots of buttons and a chat room opened up. She clicked on to one name and a message came up on the screen. "Hi baby, how's my sexy goddess today, ready for some fun?" "Hey Noel, yes, what do you have for me," she typed. "I have a lot of love for you today my sexy beautiful lady," he said. "Tell me." "My cock is hot for you honey, want to see?" "Oh yes Noel," she breathed as she typed. A picture appeared and I was looking at a man's cock on screen and he was pulling it. "Martha!" I shouted in shock, "what are you doing?" I was staggered that my best friend was doing this on her computer. "It's okay Nelly," she said, "he has no idea of who I am, where I live or anything. Its all in secret, only I know, well, you do now." We both watched as he yanked at his cock, it didn't look very big, but it excited Martha. Then he jumped and his spunk shot out, it mesmerised me, I had only ever seen my husband do this. Martha told me that she was much like me, never got enough sex, so she did this, and if I hadn't been there she would have had fun all by herself. Stunned wasn't the word for it. Martha showed me how to get on the site, what to do and all the rest of it, she even wrote it down so I wouldn't forget. I told I would never go on it, it was too bad and naughty. Two weeks later I was on it, learning my way, I chatted to a couple of men, but didn't stay with them. I had been on for about a month now, as soon as I got home from dropping my son at school I logged on. I knew what to do, what to say, learned it. Then the inevitable happened, I got chatting to a guy who seemed nice, we chatted about this and that, this grew to sharing confidences, I gave nothing about me away, even though he had asked several times. His name was Alan, but I guessed it wasn't his real one, I told him I was Alice. I even got to telling him in confidence that I used a vibrator, he knew straight away why, but didn't press it. One day I was feeling particularly neglected, sexually that is. Alan said, 'would you like to see me?' 'Go on then,' I replied. Was I in for a shock? A photo appeared in my window. It was a half body shot of him naked, with his cock hanging down. I was sat down thank goodness, because I would have gone down, my knees gave way. I sat open mouthed at the sight before me. Three more appeared in rapid succession, one from his left side, one from his right, and another full on. But this time his cock was hard and proud! My body went into over drive looking at them, at it! I closed my PC and got my vibrator out. I had the best orgasm I had had in a long long time, it was manic and frantic. Martha was right, this was good harmless fun, and sexually satisfying. My life improved, I was happier all round. Mike was happy that I was happy. After about two months, I gave in to his repeated request for a photo of my boobs. I practiced taking one through a mirror, my right hand holding the camera, my left hand holding up my boobs for better viewing. My nipples were rock hard and ready for relief. I finally got a good photo, loaded it up and sent it. That was my first mistake. I shut down, got my trusty vibrator out and blew my brains out. This was working out terrifically well. Over the next few weeks I sent more, then I took one of my shaved vagina, my fingers spreading the lips wide for good viewing. He was sending me photos back of him jacking off to me, he said. One picture caught his cum flying out of the end of it. That made me cum there and then. I sent one of me on my hands and knees, my left hand under me, my middle finger deep in my slick vagina, and another with my finger slightly up my virgin ass. As I looked at them I thought how artistic they were. I wasn't seeing what he was seeing. I sent them and he told me they had blasted him into orbit. He had begged me many times to meet him, but I ways said no more than firmly. "I'm married Alan, I will not now, nor ever will be unfaithful to my husband, I shouldn't be doing this, but its harmless, I'm safe, no one will ever know but me." I told him. The ten or so photos I had sent him had been of my boobs, and vagina, nothing else. My identity was safe. Then one day I bumped into Henry in town, we chatted, passed the time of day and we bid goodbye, but as I left him he called to me. He gave me a large envelope. "Don't open it until you get home Nelly, okay?" he said. And off he went. I wondered what was in it but did as he asked and never opened it until I arrived home. I pulled the glued top apart and tipped out the contents. I stumbled into the counter when I saw what it was. It was my photos, my boobs and my shaven vagina, one I had especially shaved for him on that morning. I sat down before I fell over. I threw them into the sink, opened the windows and back door, closed the kitchen door and set fire to them, destroying them all. My shock was total, had, was Alan, Henry? I eventually got to grips with myself, turned on my PC and looked at the site. There was a message from Alan, Henry? "Nelly you are the most beautiful and sexy woman I have ever known, and I'm looking forward to knowing you fully." I deleted everything, and then the site, everything was removed. And that added to my troubles too, I had deleted all of his incriminating pictures too. I had nothing, I could have, in retrospect, used them against him. How stupid had I been, how did he find out who I was? I still didn't know. What did he want, why had he done this? The phone rang an hour later. "Hi Nelly, are you okay?" he asked me. "Henry, what's going on?" "Shall I be blunt Nelly? "I think you had better be!" I told him. "I want you to visit me, we both know you are sex starved, you aren't getting enough are you? I will give you all you want and make you happy. And if you refuse me Mike will be looking at the fabulous photos you sent me." "Henry!" I gasped down the phone, "you wouldn't, please Henry you wouldn't." "I will Nelly, be sure about that." I was beat, he had me by the short and curlies, no way out. I could never risk Mike seeing them, it would kill him. And what of my marriage? That would definitely be over. Then I thought. "But where would that leave you Henry, what would Mike say and do if he were to find out you are blackmailing his wife?" "He would never know it was me, you would never dare to tell him its me, all he would know are the photo's, you will have to come up with a viable excuse, though I don't believe there is one, do you?" It was done, I'd had it, I gave in and told him I would do what he said for me to do. He sent me a cheque and I paid it into my account, with the cheque was a list of the items I were to buy for him and where to get them. I went out the following morning and bought them, as I tried them all on to make sure they fit, the assistant said to me. "The guy you are buying these for maam is a very lucky man, you look gorgeous." And I had to agree, I did. If she only knew who it was I was dressing for, she would collapse at the shock. Henry has always been nice to me, but I had no idea he had harboured these feelings for me. He's a good looking man for his age, he's 48 years old and widowed. He is fit and healthy, tall and handsome. I'm Nelly by the way, Nelly Thompson 24 years old with a 5 year old boy, married to Mike at 19 and am, or was, as happy as I could be. He is the same age as me, in fact he is one day younger than I. I am 5ft 8" in my stocking feet, am very good looking, and when I get my kit on, I'm better than that! My hair is my pride and joy; I take great care of it. It's long and silky, thick and shiny, auburn with a hint of red. I have it parted down the middle and I just love the way it shrouds my pretty face when I want it to. My height gives me an advantage in the sense of it gives me purpose, poise, and an assuredness that I love. My body is fit and well thank you, nipples that work all by themselves, a good waist, and legs that seem to go on forever. But as I've said, its my neck that is my most erogenous zone, it's a killer, gets me every time. I'm an absolute sucker, (no pun intended) for close in fighting, I lose every time! And as you've guessed I love sex, any shape or form, apart from my virgin ass, and that's the way that'll stay too. I have great lovemaking sessions with my husband, but just not often enough and that had indirectly led me to where I am now. Underneath my husband's dad, his meaty prick filling me right up. My father was just setting off on fucking his son's wife. His young grandson's mother was about to be banged hard by his loving granddad. Henry rammed his prick all the way in in one hit; it drove the breath right out of me in a whoosh! Then he was off, like a race horse from the stalls, galloping away, riding me into the sunset. I held on for grim orgasmic death, climaxes were hitting me already. My heels hooked over him, my fingers and nails gripped him bringing blood to the surface of his back, my teeth sank in to his shoulder. I wailed out, I cried, hooted and hollered, I do that when I'm fully aroused. "Hmmmm, Urgh, Mmmm, Arggggh, Ohhhh, ooooh, yessssssss, yessssssssssss." He kept up the pace, driving all resistance from me, that's if there was any left! Taking me right over the edge into orgasmic bliss. It was a long time since this had happened. I had truly been taken to the cleaners by him, Henry rooted and booted me, his prick was like a jack hammer breaking me up. I screamed out my final climax. Then he shot his hot load of spunk right into me, I felt it surge into my unprotected womb, I wasn't on the pill Mike and I were trying for our second child. But though I'm writing this now, I wasn't thinking about it. My body sucked every drop of his sperm up and into where it could work its magic, those little tadpoles were up and running. I was bathed in sweat, Henry was breathing deeply as his plunges into me slowed to a gentle stop. He looked down at me momentarily, then laughed softly, I giggled back, I do that too when I've just cum, especially like that. He leaned down and gathered my lips with his and we sank into a deep loving post coital kiss, one that only lovers can share. As we recovered, I held him in me, raised my left knee high and rolled him onto his side. "Now I've got you," I told him, my legs wrapped around him, tight in my arms, I kissed him gently. We kissed and loved a lot. "How much time do you have Nelly?" he asked me. I looked at the clock, and said. "About two hours." "That's time enough." "For what?" I said. "For us to do this again," and he laughed into my open mouth. "Can you go again old man?" I teased, "You think you can keep up with me?" I taunted him gently. "I know I can, just you wait a short while until I recover, okay?" I smiled at him and we started to play fight, we were all over the bed, it ended when he got me on my back and clamped his mouth tight over my shaven still slick vagina. I collapsed under him, he ate me with such intensity he had me cumming in droves. I tried to get to his cock hanging down above my face, but every time I got close he beat me back with a huge suction, and deep tongue it paralysed me. I had to beg him to stop, my husbands father had been right when he had told me he would give me everything I needed. He had kept me up the rigging from the moment he had undressed me. I had had more climaxes today than I had had in the last month, proper climaxes I mean, not the invented one via my vibrator. An Illicit Affair? Nope. He rotated round and I got him back into my 'prisoner' hold. "Now," I told him, squeezing and rolling the cock that had just about blown a hole through the top of my head. "Don't you dare try to escape, or I will smack you, you naughty naughty man. You have just made love to your son's wife; you are a very bad boy!" I let go of his prick and slapped his thigh. But I regained my grip very quickly. "I won't maam, please don't hurt me," he pleaded with me. I glared at him for effect. I was pulling on his cock once more, suddenly I wanted him back in me, back where he could do me the most good. I began to kiss and love him, I did magic on his prick back to near full hardness, it felt so hot and powerful in my hand. Mike's dad was a real lover; he knew what to do with a woman, even though I was his daughter. I didn't care any more, I just wanted this wonderful weapon back where it now belonged, in me! What we were doing was wrong, I know that, but it was too late to turn the clock back. I had been unbelievably thick and stupid; he had taken the advantage, and used it to get me where he wanted me, underneath him with his cock buried to the hilt. And now I had loved it, my marriage vows were blown out of the water, but not just with another man. This other man was my husband's dad, my father, my son's granddad. He would never have to blackmail me again, I knew already that I wouldn't be saying no to him. I would be there for him if possible when ever he wanted me. I had him back in my grip, teasing him, playing the game for him, and now he was responding to it. His lovely dick was on the up again, literally! "Ooooh Henry," I cooed, "is this for me, hmmm?" I waggled it at him. "Its all yours Nelly, you just go right ahead and do with it what ever you want, I don't mind one little bit." Mt breath was already getting ragged again. I bent down, kissed the head, licked it, then sucked it. But it wasn't where I needed it the most, this could come later, I thought. I got over him and stared intently into his eyes as I guided his explosive missile at me. I felt so grateful to him as I sank down on it. I moved from side to side to get it all in. I put my hands flat on his chest and for a few moments I just sat on it savouring the feeling. The completeness of deed, the hot sensation coming from his cock, bleeding into me through the walls of my hot wet vagina. Henry just laid there and let me feel him in me. That in itself caused a orgasm to ripple through me. I had never known sex like this, I was, or had been until today, a true one man woman. Making love was what Mike and I did, with Henry I was learning the art of fucking, and being fucked, because that was what he had just done to me. For the first time in my life I had been well truly fucked. That's not to say I had never had satisfaction through Mike, I had, and I loved sex with him. But this was something new to me, something I didn't know about. I closed my eyes and concentrated on what I was doing, I began to rock back and forth on him, his prick was doing everything in me. The different shape of meant it was touching me where I hadn't been touched, filling me where I hadn't been filled, it was utterly and completely alien to my life as it was before, and I loved it. I was soon rising and falling on him, he held me by my upper arms, in between ripping my super sensitive nipples. I was crying out, I knew it was me, but it sounded from elsewhere. I bumped up and down forcing orgasms out of me. I dropped down to kiss him, then back up riding him as hard as I could. I could see him below me, but he was in a haze for some reason, then I realised my vision was blurred. Then my hitherto unknown final climax blasted me off him. I wasn't waiting for it, I hadn't expected it, it just hit me and threw me backwards off him, I landed on my back, my legs bent under me. And I was fucked, literally. My head was hanging over the edge of the bed and I couldn't get up. I had no strength and my orgasm still had me in its grip. Henry reached down, took my wrists and slowly and gently pulled me up and I fell on to him. I was more than dazed; my mind had been cooked, frazzled. Henry comforted me, wrapped me in his arms and cuddled me, whispering sweet nothings in my ear, kissing my neck, oh god that felt so good. I gradually 'came to,' and melted into him. As I came down from my personal mountain high, reality began to seep in. I looked at the clock, I had 45 minutes to picking up my son Jamie. "I have to go Henry," I whispered to him. "Yes Nelly, I understand and its okay." "What are we going to do Henry?" I was too innocent to have any answers. "I want you to come back tomorrow Nelly, I want to love you all over again. I want to be loved by you all over again. I want to breathe your breath when you kiss me. I want the soft warmth of your love and your body to keep me warm." His words hit me so hard, they were so sincere, all I could say was, "Yes Henry, I do too, I'll be here by 9.15 okay?" We kissed some more then got up to shower. I dressed and left, but not without a lot more kissing, and a few gropes of his wonderful cock. My husband's dad was now without doubt, my confirmed lover, he would keep me more than happy and contented. I had gone from being the most faithful wife in the world, to having an affair with my father, and it just felt so good. I'm not saying it was right, but oh, how I had enjoyed making love with him once my walls were down, my inhibitions banished. And upper most in my mind was, I knew my marriage would benefit, from being sexually frustrated and no where to go or do about it. I was already happily satisfied in a way I had never thought possible, or even known was possible. My whole sex life had revolved around Mike, and then my vibrator, Martha had introduced me to a new but slightly sordid world of sex on the internet. I had thought I had covered myself, and then found out I hadn't. And I still didn't know how he had found it was me. I hadn't thought to ask him yet. I would do so tomorrow. That night, as I gazed upon my husband, my loving man, knowing I had been forced to have sex and ended up loving it with his father. I felt a lot of guilt, but tempered with that was the strange feeing inside of me that I was right to have done it. He had given me what I had needed from nearly the first day I was wed, satisfaction and relief. The next day I dressed to kill, Mike had gone to work, I wore my coat again, and under that was nothing but a tiny thong! My heels were the only other item adorning me. I took my son to school and felt so deliciously naughty walking and talking with the other young mothers, and thinking, 'if you only knew what I would be up to and doing in the next 30 minutes.' I felt twinges in my newly smooth as glass vagina. I hurried to Henry's apartment as fast as I could, my thoughts were totally fixed on his gorgeous prick ramming home like a bullet down a rifle barrel. When I got there the door was ajar, I stopped for a moment wondering what was going on. "Henry," I called. "I'm in here Nelly, lock the door behind you," he answered from his bedroom. I dashed in, and there he was, laid naked on the bed, cock in hand and it was waiting for me. I threw my coat off, and posed for a minute, one knee raised, turned slightly to one side, head on one side, my hair across my face, my eyes flashing at him. I wanted to have some semblance of equality. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw me like this, and I was getting hotter and hotter between my legs, my nipples were like champagne corks. I was just looking at his brilliant cock, the same flesh bespoken lover. God I wanted it so much I could smell and taste it in the air. What had happened to me? I had opened myself to this simply by going on the internet, at the suggestion of my best friend Martha. And the chances of meeting Henry there must have been astronomical, but it had happened. Unless she had set me up? No, she can't have, can she? Was Noel, Henry? I wondered, no he can't be I decided. I cast all those brief thoughts from my mind and dived on to the bed, I gobbled his cock. I love sucking Mike's, and this was just as good, the feel of a hot hard cock in there fighting me was so fulfilling, the soft velvety feel of it sliding around in my willing mouth was just mind blowing. But as yesterday, at the moment in time it wasn't where I needed it to be, deep in my glistening hot dripping vagina. I pulled away and climbed on him again just like yesterday. My urgent need took control of me; I sank down on it in a rush. Then Henry flipped me on to my back and again I was subjected to a fabulous hammering, he banged me like I had never been banged, it was something I hadn't yet experienced in my young life. My husband's father was fulfilling his words. He would give me everything I ever needed with his one solid column of flesh. I surrendered to it, to him, my needs for this was paramount, My knowledge of sex, I was finding out, was very limited to say the least. Henry was becoming my teacher, my very own tutor in love and sex. He was on top of me, his hips battering into mine as he raged his cock into and out of my swimming hole. I was holding on for grim death again, just like yesterday, again. Henry was fucking me with what I suppose can only be called controlled aggression. He was the aggressive, and I was being controlled. I couldn't even keep up with my titanic orgasms. He wrecked me with his cock. Why Mike couldn't have got his genes for this I didn't know. And suddenly I was filled to the brim with cum, my vagina was an internal swimming pool, full to the top of hot thick cum and splashing over as he sank his prick deeper and deeper into me. If I didn't end up pregnant from all this I would show my ass in a shop window. My insides sucked it all up again; I could feel it all inside me worming its way to where it was meant to be, my receptive womb. The fact that my father could be the father of my next child didn't matter one jot. I was a woman in heat. I needed to be mated, and by a powerful dominant male and my husband's dad was filling that role right now. He was my all consuming male, if I had been a lioness, he would have taken me from my pride and had me. Henry rolled slowly away and pulled me to him, my thoughts were, 'I don't love you Henry but I do in a certain way. I love Mike, but I do love what you are, and what you are doing to me.' I felt totally vital and alive, my body was on fire. I was crushed inside by this abyss like feeling of depth. I didn't really understand it, but I knew it for what it was. Mike was my ever loving husband, and I loved him as never before. But my maternal desires were at the fore now, I was becoming more desperate to be impregnated, and the fact that my father was doing it never mattered. Henry had me, he would use me, take me, I was nothing on his horizon except his sunlight. My most central thought now was, to get that cock in me again, and as many times as you can until I miss my period. That's all I wanted, to be insanely fucked and ploughed by Mike's dad. But I wasn't thinking straight, whilst he wanted to make love and fuck me at every opportunity. He also wanted to do me every which way but loose, and I wouldn't be asked either. I found out very early, that what he wanted, he got, and that was going to be the end of that! Big Time! I was resting at his side with my head on his shoulder; he was stroking my hair, kissing my head, hugging me. "Henry," I said softly. "Yes darling?" "How did you find out it was me on that site?" "That was so unbelievably easy Nelly, you were so naive." "How, why?" Because Nelly you had your wedding ring on and in full view in nearly every photo. I knew it was you from the first one you sent me." "No!" I gasped in horror. "Yes Nelly you did, and getting you was even easier, I am so glad to say. I have to tell you Nelly, I have lusted after you from the very first day I met you. I know I shouldn't have, but I did." "My god Henry, oh my god!" Then he gave me a sort of ultimatum. "I am going to give you an out Nelly," he said, "you can go if you like, the photos will never surface, you are free if you want to be." I thought hard about that offer for all of one second. "I don't think so Henry, I'm in, I'm staying, if it's all the same to you," I said, as I grabbed his cock. "Nelly, you have just made me very happy, I feared you would go when I told you you could." I did the only thing I thought I could do right then to show him I meant what I said. I bent my head and sucked up his wet cock. I heard him groan, his hands went into my hair to hold my head. "Now you are there Nelly, you are not getting off until you've finished what you are doing!" I nodded my head enthusiastically in reply to the ultimatum. And I set to work, it took me an age, an age that I worshipped; he had cum in me not too long ago. But I was going to the gate with this now; I didn't care how long it would take me. I had his hot balls in my mouth one at a time, I fingered his ass, I licked and sucked every place I could get my lips and mouth to. I left no stone unturned as it were. I ate him, and devoured him, I prayed at the alter of his manhood, his alpha male status. I was realising that every woman must have an alpha male somewhere, even if she never meets him, there is one out there, who can and will make you believe in it. I had now met mine; my husband's dad was my alpha male, the one who was really meant to recreate life in, and from me. I knew inside that I was already pregnant; there wasn't a chance of me having my next period. I felt that in me already that the little tad poles had done their job. To recreate life within me. I laboured over his cock until I brought him to me. I felt the urgency building in him, it transmitted itself, his hips were beginning to convulse to me. His hands in my hair were tightened. I dipped my finger into his ass, something I had never done for Mike. His cock hit my tonsils, preparing me for the explosion that was imminent. His wonderful cock would have drawn blood had it been a sword; it hit the back of my mouth with a slippery thunk! Then he jetted into me the hottest creamiest spunk I had ever known. I knew instinctively how fish had to breath, some how I breathed around the eruption spewing at me from his own personal volcano. Every spume was taken out of orbit and deposited where in belonged, down my grateful neck. I also knew now that I would never love Henry like I loved his son. I know its contradictory, but that's how I was beginning to view it. What Henry was doing to me, and for me, was something that Mike couldn't. It wasn't that he didn't want to, it just wasn't there? I did love Henry now in my own way, but I also knew our love was a sexual thing, gratification, and probably nothing more. The one thing he did have was dominance over me that Mike would never have. Mike and I were equals, I would never be Henry's equal, he had it over me, and there was never ever going to be any thing different. I would be there when ever he said, or when ever he wanted. And the following day made it quite clear, even if I hadn't known, or guessed. I was there bright and early to see him, to give myself completely to him. All I could think of, my every waking thought was of his beautiful cock in me and driving me nuts. Filling me with his cum, generating in me the new life Mike and I wanted desperately. Even if it was in my sleep as I slumbered next to my husband, my last thoughts were of Henry drilling me again, and again. I arrived with as much enthusiasm as I had ever felt in my life, the only time I had ever had a buzz like this was on the morning of, and the taking part in, of my wedding to his son. Henry was already waiting for me again, I didn't waste one moment, I dove on his cock, tongued him to his full superb hardness. Then I was over and on him, his cock was securely lodged in me. I locked it up, and went for the finish line in a hot gallop. I had no thoughts for Henry right then, my eyes were tight shut as I savoured it as only a woman can when a good powerful cock is where God had made it to be was, right up my hot, wet, sleek and begging vagina. I rode myself through so many climaxes, I had no intention of stopping, my primeval necessity to be bred had me in its grip. And until I felt him explode into me and that rushing thrill of sperm flooding my womb wouldn't allow me to interfere with my manic headlong dash to have him deposit all he had in me, once more. Henry's hips rose under me and I was pushed into the air, my knees were no longer on the bed, He had me by the shoulders, and a lion like roar came from him as he erupted. His cock was no longer a cock, it was a bar of white hot iron, pumping out molten sperm. The insides of my vagina felt as though they were melting with the onslaught of the lava like spunk he was jetting out and into me. I fell on him, totally spent, I was shattered. Never in my life had I ever cum like this, and I'm not sure Henry had too. I think that having his son's wife, his daughter, fucking him like this had beaten any thing he had ever achieved with another woman. I bit his shoulder deeply as I tried to recover from my almost insane shepherding of his love into me. His gorgeous daughter was now fully committed to the live bar of flesh almost riveted in her now. But I was to be shown a little later just who had the upper hand here, who was in charge of our new budding relationship. He fucked my virgin ass an hour after this most mind bending moment. Henry and I loved and talked, I didn't have to tell him the reason I had ended up here with him, apart from the initial blackmail. "I just thank God for sending you to me Nelly. That I'm the one who had been blessed with the task to fulfil your ambitions, your eternal needs. I know you are both trying for a baby, and Jamie is 5 now, so any one with an ounce of grey matter must know you have a small problem." I never answered; there was no need to was there? What had started out as a cheap thrill on the net, had led me to here, to my husband's dad. My period was due to be in a little under two weeks, we would see wouldn't we, I thought. He took me into the bath room and filled it with hot water and scented oils. My husband was hard at work and I was in his dad's bathroom, totally naked and holding his dad's baby giving cock. I dropped to my knees to give it my undivided attention for a while, I even lifted it up and sucked his balls in one at a time, that made him squirm, shivering above my upturned head, as I gazed into his eyes with a nut in my mouth. We climbed in and bathed each other, I sat between his legs for a while, he murdered my nipples and fingered my clit, making me cum all over again. I had piled my hair up to stop it getting too wet, he attacked my neck sending me into la la land again. We got out and dried each other. "Come on Nelly, it's time I screwed you in the ass, I have been dying to do it, so go and get on the bed up on your knees for me honey, and get that beautiful head hard down!" "Henry!" I told him loudly, "you are not going to do me up there, no way!" He pointed at the bed and just smiled. "Now," he told me. Suddenly, I couldn't think of a reason to refuse, why should I refuse him? I thought. My tone changed then, "Henry please?" I bleated. Again he just pointed at the bed, "Henry I don't think I want to, it will hurt me I know it will." "It will at first, but I'll be as gentle as Florence Nightingale, now, on." His finger was waving at his bed. His cock had grown to its full wonderful bright hard red flesh rod, of steel. An Illicit Affair? Nope. I did as he told me, I was in mortal fear. I had steadfastly refused Mike, and now his dad had me crawling on to his bed in abject surrender and submission. But absolutely surprisingly, my oils were leaking from me and down my thighs. I was becoming more and more turned on by him. His dominating strength over me was working its magic once more. I was head down and ass up as told, I was in position for him, awaiting my doom. He got behind me and thrust his cock deep into my now boiling baby hole. He banged at me a few times and I briefly wondered if he had changed his mind, or just forgot in his haste to fuck his son's beautiful sexy wife. Then Henry pulled right out and I felt the first ever nudge on my little brown hole. I gripped the sheets in fear, I raised my head and tried to look behind me. Then I buried my face, knowing I would be crying out in a second, I did! His cock burst through into me on the first push. Henry had me by the hips to stop me from falling down. "Please Henry, please?" I begged, "take it out its hurting me." "Relax Nelly, just relax, wait a moment, let it expand, feel me Nelly feel me in you." He told me gently. The pain was horrendous, but I knew I would do nothing to change my surrender. I had a oak fence post in me and I was being cleaved by it. I somehow held my ground, he stayed still and gradually the pain subsided a little. Then a change came over me, his dominance was doing what I believe no other man on the planet could have done. He was making me accept it, making me relax so he could do what he was going to do, no matter what I said. I felt him move behind me and pressure built in me slowly, I looked between my open legs and saw his balls swaying, and only half of his cock was on view. I was getting more and more pushed into me. And unbelievably I was starting to go with it. I actually pushed back a bit, he pushed forward some more and he was in, all the way in. I still felt as if I was being split in half but a sexual urge was building in me too. He reached under and got my clit, then both nipples and suddenly I was moaning slow low moans. Henry began to fuck me then, all out until the ridged head of his cock got locked in my tight hole, then he was travelling back up my ever widening chute. Henry poured oil on him and me, I felt it cool on me and running down my ass, this helped in lubricating the both of us, and then Henry did fuck me. He rode me into a blind alley of unstoppable arousal. I had my first ass hole orgasm, what a strange and odd sensation it was to feel my body reacting to this thick piece of meat in my dark hole. But it was when Henry came in me that had been reserved for my orgasmic detonation, my body exploded in to bits, his cum swelled me up, I thought I was going to burst open. It was hot as it must have filled my bowels and swum around his cock and get squeezed out between us. We both fell down on the bed, both lying prone, him on top of me, and his gorgeous cock still fixed in my ass. He slowly rose up and I swear I heard a pop as his cock came out of me. I felt empty now, as if something of me had been taken out of me internally. He held and kissed me, I kissed him back and cried, because he had taken something from me that could never be given back. I had refused Mike totally, but given in to his father. He had my virgin orifice forever, no one else could ever take it again, he had it, he owned it. This was to be my only ever regret over my love affair with Mike's dad. I hobbled home that day knowing I would never be the same woman again. I had fucked my father like some insane banshee. He had fucked my ass, against my will initially, but with total consent and agreement later as he had progressed my demise. I didn't see Henry on the Friday, I had too much to do, things Mike needed doing, I wanted Henry in me all that day, we talked on the phone and discussed us, we both knew and said so, that we would never be an item, neither of us wanted that. I was married to his son and I was staying that way. No one would ever know we were fucking each others brains out. That night Mike and I made love and it was fabulous, I was amazed and terrifically surprised by the intensity of my orgasms. I loved him that night in a way I had never loved him, and he would never know it. The following week went much the same as the previous one did, Henry and I tearing at each other, fucking and loving like mad people. I couldn't get enough of him, or it. My ass got reamed again on the Wednesday again, and again I limped home. I missed my period, I knew I would, I was pregnant, my body told me I was. I told Mike and he was delirious with joy, as I was. I knew it was Henry's, but it would always be mine and Mike's. Nothing would ever change that scenario; Henry was moved to tears when I told him. "You have made me the happiest man in the world, my kids are going to be parents again!" he beamed at me, his cock was already deep in me when I had uttered the words. He drove himself into me so hard I thought I was going to snap! When Michael Henry junior was born nine months later, I held him up for his daddy to look at him, and his big brother little Jamie, who was amazed at a baby. "He looks just like granddad!" he gurgled. I looked at him in astonishment, Mike laughed and said. "Yes Jamie, he does doesn't he?" I laughed happily as Mike kissed me. I was already looking forward to my next baby coming along!