John Belton had previously thought that landing the much sought after promotion would put him on the road to continued success and happiness in his life.  Now, sitting back and contemplating his future that he would get the coveted promotion, John felt no happiness from it at all.  In fact, he actually felt sick to his stomach and wanted to throw up at the mere thought of what the price that had been extracted from him to get it.

Sipping at his cup of coffee, John looked up from the breakfast table to take in the sight of his shapely young wife as she washed the dirty dishes.  As Lynne was wearing a blouse and pair of shorts, John gazed at her trim sexy white legs as she stood barefoot before the kitchen sink.  He swallowed and shivered at the thought that those long sexy white legs were what really had gotten him that promotion.  Licking his lips, John had seen a lot of guys turn to eye-up her sexy legs and knew the many hardons that had been caused by them.

'No ……………….no, Lynne just …………..just wouldn't!  No way!' John told himself as his eyes once again traveled up and down his wife's long sexy legs.  'She wouldn't ………….………she wouldn't let another man …………………….take her to bed …………….much less a black man ……………….not willingly!  Would she?' he asked himself.  'No …………there's no way ……………she'd never let another man touch her!' he told himself.

Still, there was no denying what John found last night upon arriving home, that item hanging on the doorknob of the entrance from the garage to the kitchen.  That lacy yellow garment that he found hanging on the doorknob was the very same pair of panties that he had seen Lynne wearing when she had gotten dressed before going to the country club.  At first, John thought that Lynne merely hung it out there just to spite him.  But that note written to him, told John that it was no joke …………….not with it written in his boss's handwriting on the back of his business card.  Then there were the splotches of evident right on them …………dried cum that his boss had wiped off on them.

Swallowing and closing his eyes in defeat, John shuddered upon picturing his beautiful wife spreading her legs for the likes of his lecherous old boss …………………..letting that lusty Herb Thompson stick his black cock into her!  'No ……………..no ……………….Lynne wouldn't cheat on me ……………..not to get back at me ……………….for leaving her alone at the club with Herb Thompson!' he told himself, though knowing full well it was wishful thinking on his part.

At that very instant, as she stood before the sink doing the dishes, Lynne Belton fought to keep from shuddering visibly as she thought back to the night before.  Though she had gotten that well-needed fuck thrown to her by John's boss, Lynne felt guilty of having spread her legs for another man on her marital bed.  Sure, she had spread her legs for other men many a time, scratching that nagging itch between her legs which her husband couldn't seem to take care of.  But never before on the bed that she shared with John, nor ever doing it with a black man.  Lynne had to admit to herself though, that it had been one good fucking Herb Thompson had given her.

 

Lynne had heard John's arrival home as the garage door opened but feigned being asleep as John entered the bedroom, her heart pounding after earlier having hurriedly taken a shower and stripping the bed of its soiled sheets.  Unable to find the panties that Herb Thompson had stripped from her, Lynn figured that her husband's boss had merely taken it to hang it up on his trophy case.  Little did she know that the vile Herb Thompson had hung it up on the doorknob in the garage for John to find, with a personal note to taunt her husband of having just 'nailed' her.

Had she been adequately prepared, Lynne would not have felt as guilty as she did from that adulterous affair.  However, after that wild fuck session and going to the bathroom to cleanse herself, it was then that Lynne realized she had forgotten to pick up the supply of douche that she had planned on purchasing days ago.  In the shower, all she could do was watch the stringy mess flow over the tiles and into the drain.  Still, Lynne knew there was much more remaining in her, far up beyond where her fingers could reach and scoop out.

That morning, as she had poured a cup of coffee for her husband, John had sheepishly apologized for not taking her home before going out to handle the emergency, leaving her alone with Herb Thompson at the country club.  Having gotten the itch between her legs scratched quite well, she lied in response, telling John "That's all right, honey …………….I understand you had to go ……………to impress your boss!"

Wondering what Lynne would say, John inquisitively asked "Did Herb try to put the make on you, honey?"  John observed his lovely wife's body give a visible shudder before she responded with "Oh, that boss of yours is a lecherous old bastard!  Being polite, I invited him in for a nightcap when her drove me home!  And he had the nerve to come on to me right here in our home!  But don't worry, I handled him …………………I put him right in his place!"  John could not help but feel that twitch in his pants as he thought 'Yeah, right ………………you handled him, that's for sure!  Handled his cock your hands ……..……putting him in his place ……………..right between your legs with his black cock up in your fucking twat!'

Later that morning, when Lynne was out puttering in the garden, John was slowly pulling things out of the hamper, finding the lacy yellow bra but not the matching pair of panties.  He really knew that he wouldn't find them, knowing that the pair of lacy yellow garment he had hidden in the trunk of his car was the missing pair.  Then, opening up the crumpled bedsheet that he had withdrawn from the hamper first, John's heart sank upon feeling the stiff starched-like area near the center.

Rubbing it with his fingers, John watched as he dusted off the crusty white flakes.  Looking closely at the bedsheet, there was no mistaken what the dried crusty white stuff consisted of, especially with the number of small kinky black hairs that seemed to be glued in it.  'My, God ………………….she really did let him fuck her!  And it sure doesn't look like she had him use a condom!' he realized.  Then John shuddered at the remembrance of what took place early that morning upon awakening.

It had been the very first time that John had awoken to finding his wife under the sheets, with his cock engulfed in her avidly sucking mouth.  And when she had shuffled over him, it was the very first time that they had ever engaged in '69ing'.  Enjoying the feel of his lovely wife sucking and nursing at this stiff cock, John had rubbed his face up into her soft golden curls, his body at the quivering at the heady aroma of her womanhood.  With Lynne eagerly sucking at his cock, John felt that he had to return the favor, sticking his tongue out to trace her sensitive slit.

Feeling his wife shiver at the touch of his tongue, John pushed forward to part her slit, then burrowed his tongue into her.  As Lynne was now bobbing her head up and down upon his shaft in earnest, John was caught by surprise as his wife pressed her crotch down onto his face, obviously wanting him to eat her out.  And so they did as Lynne fed him all her slick juices till he spurted his thick jizz into her hot sucking mouth.  Now John realized that the slick juices his wife had been emitting contained the remnants of what his boss had deposited the night before …………….explaining why it was so salty and so plentiful!

Going to work the next Monday, John froze in his tracks upon seeing a smiling Herb Thompson waiting for him at his desk.  Forcing himself to move, John slowly made his way over as Herb extended his hand to shake his.  As he extended his hand, Herb Thompson loudly advised "Congratulations, my man!  I just wanted to show you to your new office!"  Then to his chagrin, his boss added "You knew you got the job the other night, didn't you?  You did find the note I left ya, huh?"  John couldn't find the words as he felt his face flush a beet red as he could only nod a 'yes'.

It was now several weeks since obtaining the much desired promotion, but each time John looked at his beautiful wife, he could not help but wonder if it was the one and only time that Lynne had been unfaithful to him or if there were others.  As this was a Saturday and the children had slept over at their cousins' place, it left John and Lynne with a free day to themselves and John had plans on getting in a game of doubles at the tennis club.

Then the phone rang and John overheard Lynne talking to one of her girlfriends.  He heard his wife say "Love to, Gayle, the kids are out and John's planning to play some tennis!  Let's make it a day shopping and then some girl-talk over some wine and dinner together!  I'm sure John can fend for himself one night!"  When Lynne hung up, she seemed so excited as she approached him and asked "Honey, you don't mind if I spend the day shopping with Gayle, do you?"  John just responded that he understood she needed a break from the kids and told her to enjoy herself.

As his wife departed, John took note that she had put on a nice emerald green dress and white heels to meet her friend for shopping at the mall.  'A bit over dressed to go shopping at the mall!' he observed.  As there had been no other calls since her friend Gayle had called, John went over to the Caller I.D. that was next to the kitchen phone.  Pressing the display of phone numbers for incoming calls, he looked down at the last phone number and blinked twice to be certain he was reading it correctly.

'Why would Lynne put on the charade that it was Gayle calling?' John wondered.  Totally puzzled, John pressed the Caller I.D. again, making sure that the number was in fact the last incoming call.  'Huhhhhh?' John wondered, totally puzzled at this point.  It was a phone number that John was certainly familiar with and the Caller I.D. also flashed out the number being listed to T. Belton.  Recalling that his mother was out of town helping care for her older sister who was recuperating from a surgery, John realized that his wife must have been talking to his father.

At first John refused to even think the unthinkable.  'Maybe ……………..maybe Lynne and Pop are planning on throwing a surprise party to celebrate my promotion?' he thought.  Whether sheer curiosity or the fear of learning the truth, John got into his car and proceeded toward the home he had grown up in.  Using his cellphone, John called one of the fellows he was supposed to meet for tennis, canceling out due to the 'need to go to my father's place'!

Ten minutes behind his wife, John stopped at the intersection that would provide a view of the front of his parents' home.  He swallowed deeply upon seeing Lynne's car parked in the driveway.  Having grown up there and knowing the area very well, John proceeded straight ahead, then turned right to park his car on the next block.  Cutting through the nearby alleyway, he then slipped between the shrubs and hopped the small fence that bordered the back yard of his parents' home.

Peering in through the kitchen window, John observed no movement in the kitchen nor living room in the background.  'What if my imagination or suspicions are getting carried away?  How will I explain my sneaking in here if I'm wrong and they see me?' he wondered.  But coming his far, John had to find out if his suspicions were indeed true as he fumbled with his keychain.  He continued to have a key to the house, even after leaving home and getting married, so as he could check on the home whenever his parent were out of town.

Turning the lock on the back door, John slipped into the house quietly and listened carefully for any voices.  Edging toward the living room, there was no sound nor anyone in sight.  But looking upon the floor, he swallowed upon seeing the familiar white heels scattered in disarray upon the carpet.  Nearby was a man's shirt, a shirt that John had seen his father wear on prior occasions.

Then John heard a familiar female's giggle coming from down the hallway, in the direction where the bedrooms were located.  Edging his way closer to the sounds, a shiver came over his body as John distinctly heard Lynne's voice as she giggled "Pop ………….you're such a naughty man!"  Slipping into what was his old bedroom, John peered around the edge of the doorway that would give him an angle view towards the entrance to the master bedroom, the room where his parents' slept.

Crouching down on the floor as he peeked out, John observed piles of rumpled clothing on the floor near the king-sized bed in the master bedroom.  First there was the green garment that John knew had to be the dress that Lynne had left home with ………….with it on!  Then two smaller white items were partially visible, with a thin white strap making it obvious that it was Lynne's bra and the other tiny lacy garment having to be her matching panties.  Nearby, another pile of clothing could be observed, which John made out to be his father's pants topped by a pair of jockey shorts.

"Ohhhh, Pop …………….its been so longggggggg!  I've missed you so muchhhhhhhh!" came Lynne's voice.  Then John heard his father say "Oh, baby ……………..I had to see you ……………….I was hoping you'd be the one to answer …………………..I had to call hear your voice again!  I'm so glad you could get away!"  "Oh, Pop …………..love me ………………..make love to me again! Ohhhhhhhhh …………..yesssssss ……………..yesssssssss …………………..fuck me ……………………..fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" John heard his wife plead.

Rising up a bit, crooking his neck out to door so he could get a view of the bed, John sucked in his breath upon seeing his beautiful wife's trim arms and legs encircling Pop's rather paunchy body.  Then he could hear the bedsprings squeaking as the two energetic lovers began humping frantically.  "Ohhh, Pop …………………so good ……………..so gooodddddddddd!  Yes ……………….yesssssssssssss ……………………..oh, God …………………I'm cummingggggggggggggggg!" he heard Lynne scream out.

"Oh, Lynne …………..Lynne, baby …………………..squeeze me …………..squeeze me with that tight little cunt of yours!  Oh, baby …………oh, God ……..….gonna cum …………I'm gonna cum ………………squeeze it all outta me!  God ………….baby …………….gonna knock you up again!" John heard his father moan.  "Ugh …………….ugh ………..ugh ……………..ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" came Pop's groan as he emptied his balls into his beautiful daughter-in-law.

A bit later, with the two lovers still intimately embraced and coupled together, John listened intently, wondering just how long all this had been going on right under his nose.  'My, God ……………how long ……………….how long …………..how long have they been fucking?' he wondered.  "Ohhh, Pop ……………….you've been so naughty ………………..you haven't stopped over to see the children in weeks!  You need to come over more often ……………….after all ……………..they're 'your' kids!" John heard Lynne chide his father.

A cold chill coursed through John's entire body upon hearing that last statement.  He had been so proud each time that Lynne had announced to him that she was pregnant, thinking that he fathered a baby with the most beautiful woman in the world.  Now his world had come crashing down to find that he had failed in that achievement also, that it had been his own father who had impregnated his lovely wife.

"Remember the first Christmas we celebrated together, Pop!" Lynne asked.  "Mmmm, sweetie ………………..how could I ever forget the day John brought you home to meet us!  But, do you remember the Christmas present I gave you out on the patio?" came Pop's reply.  "Oh, Pop …………..how can I ever forget, you naughty old man …………..how can I forget getting fucked by my future father-in-law on Christmas Day!" Lynne teased.

Hearing that conversation, John couldn't believe what he was hearing.  "It ………….it doesn't make any sense!  She …………….she …………………Lynne was a virgin till the night of the wedding!" he told himself.  Then he shuddered upon remembering that he had been quite intoxicated at the reception, that he could recall nothing of that first night in the honeymoon suite.  Basically, all that had happened was what Lynne had told him had happened.

Thinking back, John remembered getting up the next morning with a mean hangover, that Lynne advised that her thighs were aching badly.  He recalled the pained expression that Lynne had given him, clenching her thighs together as she told him "Oh, honey …………….you were so bigggggg ………..I …………..I think ………….I think you tore me last night!  It hurts so bad!"  John recalled apologizing profusely for hurting her, yet remembered just how proud he had been in knowing that he was the man who copped her virginity.  Now, even that accomplishment had been robbed from him.

Having filled his jockeys with his pent-up load while watching Pop's paunchy body shudder and quiver atop of Lynne's, John could not think straight as the two lovers dozed in each other's arms.  Peering one last time into the master bedroom, John observed just how close Pop had gotten to his lovely daughter-in-law, close in such a way that should only be experienced between husband and wife.  Cock now soaking in his cum-filled jockeys, John felt quite defeated as he quietly made his way out of his childhood home to head for his car.

That night, after having gone to a bar for dinner and drinks, John was sipping on a martini as he heard the garage door opening.  A moment later, his radiant wife appeared wearing the green dress and white heels, items that he had earlier seen strewn about in his parents' home.  "How was your get together with Gayle, honey?" he asked after giving Lynne a kiss on her lips.  "Oh, fantastic, honey!  It was just what I needed!  It was so much fun ……………….kind of gets me re-energized!" came the lying response, though John could not disagree how re-energized she appeared to be.

Then John advised "I just wasn't up to cooking for myself tonight!  Watched the game at the bar and bought myself a steak there!"  Pausing a bit, he added "Gee, with my Mom away for another week, Pop must be starved for some good home cooking!  Would it be okay if I call Pop and invite him over for dinner tomorrow night!  Haven't seen him in a few weeks and I know how boring it is just to cook for one person!"

Seeing Lynne smile widely, John got the response he had hoped for as his wife responded "That's fine, honey!  But, why don't you tell Pop to stay with us for the week, till your Mom gets back!  That way he'll get a home cooked meal each night and a chance to be with the kids!"  'Yes …………..a chance to be with the kids ……………….his kids!' John agonized.  'Has Lynne shared our own bed with Pop?  Did she let him fuck her in our bed?  How long will it take for them to hop into the sack once I leave for work and the kids head off to school?' he wondered.

On Monday morning, John sat at the counter sipping the coffee that his wife had brewed while Lynne got the kids ready for school.  When Lynne sat down next to him, John thanked his wife for allowing Pop to stay for the week and advised "I hope he won't be a bother and cramp your style, honey!"  "Don't be silly, John!  It's no trouble and I really enjoy having Pop over!  Besides, the kids also enjoy having Pop around!  I'll wait for Pop to get up and have breakfast with him!" his wife responded.

Hustling off to the office earlier than usual, John closed the door to his office and turned on his computer.  As he installed the new computer software that he had purchased yesterday at the new electronics store, before Pop's arrival, John kept his fingers crossed in hopes that it would work as he was led to believe.  He had already installed the program on his computer yesterday and made sure that his computer at home was on before leaving.

Done with the installation, he should now be able to dial into his home computer and access the remote digital camera with audio that he had hid among his other items on the dresser in the master bedroom.  Looking up at the clock, it was about time that time Lynne would see the kids out the door to catch the school bus that stopped in front of their home.  Fingers crossed as he dialed into his home computer, John smiled in relief as the connection was made.  Clicking the button to access the remote camera, a wide grin formed on his face in seeing the familiar bed in the master bedroom, still rumpled as he had left it an hour earlier.

Then his wife passed by the screen, still dressed in her long robe, on her way to the master bath.  John's mouth dropped at the reappearance of his beautiful wife.  Only now she no longer wore the robe, nor the long oversized T-shirt that she wore to bed the night before.  His cock gave a twitch in his pants upon seeing his wife in a sexy sheer white nightie that clearly revealed all her charms, as it was quite obvious that it was all she had on.  Next, Lynne was slipping back in under the covers and turning her head on the pillow, looking fast asleep.

A moment later, John detected another movement on the right side of the screen.  He swallowed as he viewed the backside of his father enter the screen and move towards the bed where Lynne lay.  Then he observed Lynne feign being startled by Pop's entrance as she exclaimed "Oh, Pop ……………good morning!  Are you ready for breakfast?"  John stared at the screen as Lynne tossed the blanket aside and asked "See anything you'd like to eat for breakfast, Pop?"

Just seconds later, John watched as his father feasted upon the hot meal before him ………………that consisting of Lynne's juicy twat!  'God, Lynne is true to her word, that's for sure!' he muttered loudly, watching as his wife joined his father for breakfast ……………..slurping and chewing upon Pop's thick juicy sausage.

Later, watching as Lynne spread her long sexy legs for Pop, John heard his wife tease "Ohh, Pop …………….…….you know ……….………….this is my most dangerous time of the month!  I just hope you didn't get me knocked up the other day!  Don't you think it'd be so much more thrilling if you knocked up on the bed I share with your son?"  Seconds later, John heard his wife giggle "Pop, you naughty old man!  This is the biggest you've ever been!"

 

With a thrust of Pop's hips and Lynne's sexy legs wrapped around him, John watched as his father did everything possible to put Lynne in the family way once again.  "Oh, Lynne, honey …………..I love rubbing my hand over your belly …………..especially when its nice and round ………………..feeling our baby kicking to get out!  Its been a while since I got your pretty belly to swell up!"  John soon heard Pop's loud grunts, saw his father's body quiver, making it quite obvious that Pop was doing his best to once again knock up his pretty daughter-in-law!
 

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