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I was balancing my career as an Army Nurse and dealing with my husband’s infidelity. My husband and I had been in love with each other. Or, least I thought we were. We had met in college ROTC where we dated off and on before dating seriously and finally deciding to get married just as we started our military careers. I had no idea he was already cheating on me and that his cheating would continue. He had slept with at least six other girls in my ROTC class in addition to me. He continued to cheat after we got married.
My friend Michelle, also a nurse, and her husband Mike, an Army pilot like my husband, were our best friends. She was attractive and very personable to me. We hung out when our husbands were away on deployment and did all of the things girls and wives of soldiers do. It came to me as a shock when she showed up one day a few weeks after our husbands had left for a 12-month deployment and told me that she and Drew were having an affair and that, worst of all, she was pregnant. I was crushed. Mike was also screwing around and their relationship was already headed towards a divorce.
That night I covered my head with a pillow and cried for hours. I couldn’t get it out of my head. How could he? Why would he?
Rather than ruin his career, I quietly started divorce proceedings and closed out of our apartment. His parents offered me a place to stay while I transitioned because they lived close to the Army base where I worked. They apologized for their son’s behavior and we remained on very friendly terms.
His parents had gone on a trip when I moved into the spare bedroom. I was at their home with their youngest son, an 18-year-old in his last year of high school. On the second night I was at their house I heard my younger brother-in-law having sex with a girl in the next room. I assumed that it was his girlfriend. I was surprised by how it impacted me. I got extremely horny.
I started rubbing my clit and fingering my pussy to the sounds of my brother-in-law fucking his girlfriend. Erotic thoughts swirled in my head. First, I envisioned my husband fucking Michelle and then I pictured his brother fucking. It shocked me that I envisioned his brother-in-law fucking me. I had never cheated on my husband but it was very appealing at that moment. I heard the girl gasping and the headboard of the bed hitting against the wall. I heard a deep groan and the house went quiet. Seconds later it hit me.
I bit my lip as my pussy spasmed. My body shook. I felt alive. Finally, I relaxed and looked up at the ceiling fan as it turned. My thoughts were flooded with emotion. I started crying. I was on edge. I was scared and lonely. I felt alone for the first time in my life.
Seeing her leave early the next morning made me reflect on college and me leaving my husband’s dorm room after a passionate night of sex. We called it the walk of shame. I am sure everyone knew I had just had my brains fucked out when they saw me at 6 AM in the clothes I wore the previous day.
A few nights later I was laying in bed after a long day at work and a hard workout at the gym. I had just fallen asleep when I heard people walking down the hall. A few minutes later I heard them fucking. I knew it wasn’t my younger brother-in-law because he was with a friend for the night but it sounded like the same girl. It took me a while to recall that my in-laws had told me that the eldest son would be there for a few nights when he was in town for work. He was married but he was a player. He had hit on me numerous times when I was dating his brother, He had even grabbed my ass and kissed me a few times. He had even walked up from behind me and grabbed my tits one morning when no one else was around.
Shocked, I listened intently to the sounds of sex coming from down the hall. I was certain I heard the same female voice I had heard a few nights before. I slid off my panties and imagined my younger brother-in-law fucking me as I masturbated.
My husband’s younger brother was cute and built like a linebacker. I had caught him checking me out many times and he routinely made comments about how pretty and sexy I was. I thought he was cute and I enjoyed the banter. I had seen the bulge in the crotch of his swim shorts a few times while we were in their pool.
The sounds of two people fucking distracted me and yet, it intrigued me. I was certain it was the girl my younger brother-in-law had entertained and I was certain it was my husband’s older brother.
My phone rang. It was in the kitchen.
There I was, my middle finger was knuckled deep in my wet pussy and I was naked and spread-eagle on the bed,
I almost screamed from the surprise of my phone ringing. It kept ringing. My heart leaped from my chest. The fucking stop and the house was quiet.
I quickly threw on a long t-shirt and ran to answer the phone. My father-in-law called to see how I was doing.
I admit that I was a little embarrassed to be standing in the kitchen wearing a t-shirt that barely covered my ass talking and to my father-in-law. türkçe altyazılı porno I had just fantasized about his youngest son fucking me.
It was strange how the sound of his deep vibrating voice mixed with the moans from the next room turned me on. I had never thought of him as a sexual partner before but after I hung up the phone and went back to bed, my finger made quick work of an orgasm as I thought of my father-in-law in a new way.
I peaked out the door as I heard the girl leave the next morning and I confirmed that it was the same girl I had seen previously with my younger brother-in-law.
I was surprised that she had fucked two brothers. It wasn’t until a few months later that I found out my husband had also been with her.
I avoided my older brother-in-law and was glad out paths never crossed,
I was lonely, horny, and confused. I felt lost. A few nights later I had a very satisfying erotic dream but that dream wasn’t about my father-in-law, it was my father. After waking up, I cried myself back to sleep.
Like most girls, the first naked man I saw was my father. It was always accidental on his part but I can’t say the same about me. As a teen, I had a strange sexual attraction to my father. As I got older I saw why my mom was attracted to him. My dad was handsome and very sweet. My dad also had a very manly hairy body that intrigued me. I constantly thought of him sexually and, hard to admit, after I was married I thought of him a few times as my husband and I had sex.
I worked hard to push the thoughts of sex aside but they began to appear in my head more often. It was increasingly difficult now that I was living in a house where I didn’t feel I belonged but thankful I could stay. I was alone and surrounded by others having sex.
As time passed, I felt like my younger brother-in-law was getting more and more friendly with me. I knew I was craving attention and he was a horny 18-year-old that was high on testosterone. I knew I was reading too much into his being overly nice but I recall thinking that there were times he seemed so sweet and others when he was propositioning me. I teased him about his little girlfriend and reminded him to wear a condom. This embarrassed him and gave me a strange sense of pleasure.
He once told me that I needed a man like him and not his chicken-shit brother. He said he would never cheat on a beautiful woman like me. Down deep, I knew I would have had a difficult time saying no or stopping him if he walked into my room and threw me on the bed. Even if I knew it was wrong. I was struggling with my confidence and needed a man’s attention even if he was the younger brother of my husband. I even fantasized about him walking in and taking me.
Our banter increased.
“I hope you are being safe.”
He played dumb. “What are you talking about.”
“Your friend, she makes a lot of noise and so do you.”
He grinned from ear-to-ear. “We were studying.”
“Really. Anatomy and physiology.”
“Yea. She wanted a demonstration. First-hand learning from a real professor.”
“A real professor? So, you are an expert?”
He grinned and looked at my tits. “Yea, maybe you should book a class. I might do it off the books.”
“Sp she pays you.”
“No, but she should.”
I laughed. “Whatever professor. Just wrap it up buttercup. Be safe.”
“If you want, I would wrap it up for our first demo but you would beg me for more.”
“In your wet dreams my little dreamer.’
I flew to visit my parents a few times over the next few months but my head seemed out-of-sorts. I can still recall that as soon as I saw my dad I had strange sexual thoughts. Thoughts that caused my pussy to quiver. At home, I was sleeping in my old bed from high school. Sleeping there brought out sexual fantasies from my past. I was a mess.
The erotic dreams about my father taking me sexually became more common. I had married a man that I thought would replace him but he hadn’t. My thoughts about my father taking me sexually had even made me feel guilty around him. I wondered if he had any idea how I felt about him. Did I show any signs? I wondered about incest and if he had any interest. I wondered if he and my mother were sexually active.
He could have fucked me any time he wanted to. If it happened, how would we deal with it. Would things seem normal between us? I was resigned to think no so I kept pushing my fantasies aside.
Hell, almost any man could have seduced and fucked me at that point. I was constantly distracted. I would space out. I blamed my bad mood on the divorce and the stress.
On one visit home, the Army called informed me that I was being transferred to an Army Hospital in Hawaii. We knew at that point that my husband and my relationship would never recover so I accepted the opportunity. The one drawback was that I would be required to deploy to Afghanistan as soon as I arrived at my new unit.
I was excited about the prospects twitter porno of moving on and I celebrated with my parents. I can still recall the shock of emotion that flooded my body when my dad gave me a giant hug. My body shook and my nipples hardened. My body went limp when I felt his cock swell. Embarrassed, he pried my arms from around his neck. He motioned for me to hug my mom.
As I hugged my mother, I glanced at my dad’s crotch. I saw that he had an erection. My crotch tingled.
That night I quickly orgasmed while dreaming about my father fucking me. I laid in my old bed and fingered my pussy. After I had orgasmed, I pulled my panties up and I tried to push the incestual thoughts of my dad out of my head. I knew it would never and should never happen. I still hoped it might.
I returned to my in-law’s place to pack and spend the final few weeks at my old assignment. I was glad I would not be living in the same town where my husband lived but I would miss seeing my friends and his family. I was ready to move on in life and to the next chapter. It was like starting over.
Even though the divorce filings, I remained close and lived with my in-laws. I went to dinner with them and told them the news about my assignment. I knew it was bitter-sweet. My mother-in-law seemed a lot happier than her husband when I told them about my assignment. We celebrated by opening some wine and agreed to remain close. They made me promise not to hold what their son had done to me against them. I promised. After one bottle of wine, we opened a second. We were all a little tipsy as we headed off to bed.
I went to sleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. I heard a noise in my room in the middle of the night. It startled me. I sat up in bed. I almost screamed when I saw my father-in-law was in my room by the door. He apologized and quickly left.
I was shaking. Why had he come to my room?
I woke up very late the next morning. I left my room carrying my towel and went to the bathroom wearing a thin cotton t-shirt and my panties. The bathroom was down the hall and past all of the other bedrooms.
I ran into my father-in-law in the hallway wearing boxers and a t-shirt. Like mine, his hair was a mess. I paused as he looked perplexed. My mind flashed back to the previous night and my heart skipped a beat. He stopped me.
“I am sorry for coming into your room. I shouldn’t have done that. I am sorry. I hope you will keep it between us and forgive me.”
He looked warm and his face was red. “Are you ok?”
He stuttered and looked down at my tits. “I am fine. Sorry about last night.”
I felt a heat flash after I looked down and saw he was getting an erection. I blushed and quickly ducked into the bathroom.
I stood at the sink and looked at myself in the mirror. I saw that the thin t-shirt I was wearing did little to hide my hard nipples and dark areolas. While my father-in-law was not a hunk, he was a handsome man in his late 50’s. I stripped and jumped in the shower. As I bathed, I thought about what I had seen. I quickly surmised that my father-in-law was considerably more endowed than his son was. I tried to clear my head.
I wrapped in a towel and headed out into the hall. I passed my brother-in-law’s room and saw that he had left for school. I passed my in-laws bedroom and noticed my father-in-law sitting on the foot of his bed. I paused and started to ask if he was ok. I blinked and looked at him again. My heart jumped out of my chest. I did a double-take, triple take, and then almost fell over. I gasped. My knees went weak when I saw that my father-in-law was jerking off. OMG, he was masturbating. His head was tilted back and his eyes were closed. His large hand was clenched around a very large cock and he was stroking himself. It was surreal to see him stroking his large manhood as if no one would see him.
I must have made a noise because my father-in-law opened his eyes. He turned his head towards me. Our eyes made contact. His face turned bright red.
He jumped up. His boxers fell to his ankles. I gasped as I saw his large hard pecker standing proudly and pointing up at the ceiling. He tried to cover himself up.
I dashed to the guest room and closed the door. My heart was racing and I was shaking.
I sat on the bed. I tried to get the thoughts of what I had just seen out of my head. Rather than make me sick, I was sexually excited. I tried to stop thinking erotic thoughts.
I vividly recall thinking, “wow, like-father-like-son did not apply in his case.” My husband and only lover until then had a small penis. As far as sex, I had nothing to compare my husband’s cock to and thought it worked great. I think we had regular sex while we dated and almost nightly in the first months of our marriage. I loved fucking him. Hell, I missed fucking him.
I had seen a lot of cocks as a nurse. I had seen all sizes and shapes. Although not the largest, I think my father-in-law’s cock was definitely in the top twenty-five üniversiteli porno percent.
I sat down on the edge of the bed thinking about what I had just seen. I took a few deep breaths and was just about to stand when there was a knock at the door. After a pause, my father-in-law asked if he could speak to me before I left. I started shaking.
I answered. “We can talk now if you want.”
I opened the door and watched as his eyes survey my towel-wrapped body. I partially moved behind the door to block his view. My eyes were drawn to the lump in his boxers. There was a distinctive bulge and I saw the outline of his shaft and the distinct shape of his head as it pushed against the thin cotton material. I felt my heart flutter and then pound in my chest. I saw a tear in his eye as he started apologizing.
Honestly, my head was spinning and all I heard was “waaa, waaa, waa.” He was trying to apologize for his actions and for getting sexually excited around me. I saw his eyes look down at my ample cleavage being smashed by a towel that was too small to fully wrap around my breast and remain closed. I saw his cock jump and swell even larger. His words slurred. He paused when he looked down at his stiff pecker.
“I should go no.”
As he started to leave, I reached for his hand. I was shaking. My voice cracked as I asked where his wife was. He paused. I had crossed the line and we both knew it.
He looked into my eyes before letting his gaze drop to my cleavage. He reminded me that she volunteered at the VA hospital on Thursday mornings. I blushed, I should have known that.
“We are alone. No one else would be home for hours.”
I felt my heart beating hard in my chest. My father-in-law looked at me.
I repeated his words. “Alone for hours.”
I reached out my other hand. My hands were trembling. He took my hands into his hands when he stepped into the room. We both knew what was going to happen but we were both too nervous to initiate anything.
I asked him about going to work and he rambled about maybe going into the office late or taking the day off. I mumbled something about having the day off.
We both rambled.
He looked up into my eyes.
“Sorry about what has happened.”
Thinking about his son made my mind wander off. I kissed his cheek and said it wasn’t his fault.
“And about last night and this morning.”
We stood two feet apart and just looked at each other. Our eyes betrayed us. I got caught as I looked at the lump in his boxers.
“Are you sorry about that?”
He looked at my cleavage and then into my eyes.
“Not at all.”
He leaned towards me and kissed me. I didn’t respond so he pulled away. He looked into my eyes and leaned towards me again. I responded to his lips on mine and returned his kiss. Our mouths opened and the tips of our tongues touched. He looked into my eyes and then he reached and placed his hands on my hips as he stepped towards me. We embraced.
He slowly raised his hand to my breast and gently squeezed it. My head rolled back and my eyes closed. I reached out and placed my hands on his as he continued his slow gentle assault on my breasts. My towel dropped off my body and landed on the floor around my feet. He looked down at my exposed breasts and sighed.
“Oh my God, you are beautiful.”
It was like a scene out of a movie.
“I have always dreamed of seeing you and touching you. You are even more beautiful than I dreamed.”
He cupped and gently squeezed my ample tits. It felt good to be admired and touched by his warm and soft hands. He gently squeezed my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. My nipples hardened and stuck out. I felt a void in my pussy.
I slowly reached my hands out and grasped his cock through his boxers. He was huge and as hard as a rock. I looked down and saw a giant wet spot had formed on the front of his boxers.
“I think he needs let out.”
I hooked my thumbs in the waist of his boxers and slowly pulled them out in the front and slid them down over his hips and ass. His prick popped up between us. My father-in-law’s cock was slightly curved and it was between 7 and 8 inches long. Most of all, I was amazed at its thick girth. I can only compare the size to a large thick summer sausage you get at Christmas.
Ho ho ho, it’s Christmas! I guess I was the ho and he was Father Christmas.
The bloated head on the end of his shaft was much thicker than the shaft, purple and it had a flared ridge at the base. The large pink slit on the tip was puckered open and it was already liberally leaking his fluids.
I grasped his shaft and squeezed it. He slowly slid his hand down my stomach and through my thick blonde bush. He cupped my pussy in his hand.
“Hmmmmmm, you are so wet. I always wondered if you were shaved.”
“I don’t shave it.”
“I didn’t think you did.”
I was surprised. “Why?”
“From how it looked in your swimsuit.”
“You checked me out?”
“Guilty.”
“I need to trim it.”
He stepped back and looked down at my crotch and smiled as he looked back into my eyes.
“It’s perfect. You are a true blonde after all. So many of my questions are answered. A true blonde and you don’t shave. It looks awesome and it feels even more amazing to me.”
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