Andrea knew what was going on. How couldn’t she? They weren’t even trying to hide it anymore. He would get up out of bed in the middle of the night and walk straight down to her room, no concern for sneaking. He didn’t even bother closing the door.
At first Andrea didn’t know how to feel. It took her a while to accept the reality of it, but the moans of pleasure echoing down the hall were pretty undeniable. Then she felt hurt. He was cheating on her, after all. But she couldn’t bring herself to confront him about it. He still seemed to love her and everyone was always in a pleasant mood. There was no hostility. In fact, they were all getting along better than ever.
But as Andrea lay in bed, listening to the panting and grunting and moaning and the patter of colliding flesh, arousal began to creep into the back of her mind. A part of her said it was wrong. It was wrong for them to be doing it, and it was wrong for her to be thinking about it this way. But another part of her couldn’t help but imagine what they looked like. His strong hard body over her delicate young frame. It became all she could think about while lying in bed. And then she started to feel her body’s response to her thoughts. The warmth emanating from her core. The heaviness of her breath. The wet drip between her legs. Without even realizing it her fingers would creep over her stomach and onto the warm mound of flesh from which her pleasure radiated.
Masturbating to the sounds of their carnal passion was never her plan, but it did become her routine. Every night when he would slip away for his extramarital nocturnal encounter, Andrea would in turn slip her pajama bottoms off her hips, and finger herself while listening to her husband fuck someone else. She would always try to cum at the same time as them, though it was hard to judge.
But then late one summer night, she finally worked up the courage to see this act of lovemaking with her own eyes. After her husband left the room, and she could hear the now familiar sounds of sex, she too crept out of bed, though being much quieter and more discreet than he. The noises of love grew louder and louder as she neared the room down the hall, and when she finally approached the doorway, peering inside, she saw them. Katie, her daughter, was on her elbows and knees, right in the middle of her bed, naked, covered in sweat and mouth agape, as her equally nude father kneeled behind her, pumping his daughter’s pussy full of his cock. The sight of the incestuous pairing made Andrea’s knees weak, and she leaned against the door frame for support. Her own cunt was now soaking wet. Her crotch felt as if it was on fire.
Her husband fucking their daughter was the most erotic thing she had ever witnessed. Soon she was almost fully nude herself, discarding her pajamas in the hall floor. One hand worked her throbbing clit while the other fondled her heaving breasts. She didn’t know if they knew she was watching them. At this point she didn’t even care. The hurt she once felt in her gut was now replaced with lust. She began muttering encouragements to her husband under her breath, still cautious not to alarm them. “Ugh, fuck her. Fuck the little slut. Make her cum on your cock. Fill her pussy up baby. Give her what she wants.”
Then her husband’s grunting became louder, his thrusts harder, as he hunched over his daughter’s back and began to cum inside of her. The feeling of her father’s warm cum rushing into her vagina triggered Katie’s own orgasm, as the walls of her cunt gripped her daddy’s cock and pulsed along his shaft. The simultaneous climax of pleasure sent Andrea over the edge, as her thighs began to quiver and her hips bucked. Her vagina practically gushed fluids, and they ran down her legs into what was almost a small puddle on the floor, as she rode through one of the strongest orgasms of her life.
When all fluids were expelled and everyone was satisfied, all three of them came down from their orgasms together. But while her husband collapsed on top of their daughter, and the pair cuddled on the sheets of Katie’s bed, Andrea quietly stepped away from the door and began down the hall to her own bedroom. She didn’t know if her husband would eventually return to their marital bed, but she knew he and their daughter shared something special, and she had no desire to disrupt it.
And then she remembered, her son Eric would be returning from college for the summer to spend a couple months at home. A wicked grin spread across her face as she thought of the possibilities.
