What Started it All

" Six inches? Daddy's that big?" “No, your daddy's that small.”




I carefully peeked around the corner and saw my ******** holding her thumb and forefinger about 5 to 6 inches apart. My wife looked, and said, “Just like it felt inside me, your brother's about the same size as your father.”

I couldn't believe my wife had revealed that intimate detail about me to our young ********, but I guess she still wasn't thinking straight.

“Daddy's that big?”

“No, your daddy's that small.”


Son Billy 19

******** Betty 18

Husband Bud 38

Wife Catherine 37

My Wife's **** Started it All

the beginnings of what would become A ****** Affair later.

by EroticWriter

Because my house had been broken into Saturday night, I was unable to concentrate on my job Monday. My understanding boss told me to go ahead and take the afternoon off and take another day with pay he said, if necessary so I could get 'sorted out.'

Actually, more had happened than just a robbery, but that is all we had reported to the police and my employer.

I was coming home several hours early and as I entered through the kitchen I heard my wife and ******** in the living room, and since they didn't know I was home, they were talking about things they might not want me to hear.

After church and dinner, we had spent Sunday afternoon talking about the robbery and how we were going to have to buy another TV next week and all that. But the real subject had been left on hold.

I stopped near the door between the kitchen and living room. My ******** was talking, but what she was saying shocked me. But still, no way was I going to interrupt.

“But mom, it looked like you were really enjoying being on top of that man. I don't understand...”

It sounded like my wife was almost pleading in her defense. “Betty, I was just pretending so that man and his gang would leave without further harming us.”

My 18 year old ******** persisted. “Well, it looked real enough to me, and I could see ***'s face when he was watching and he looked upset.”

“Yes, I know. Your father and I haven't had a chance to talk about it as yet. You and your brother were here all day yesterday and now your father is at work, so I don't know when he and I will get to talk. Maybe tonight.”

She hesitated. “He might not want to talk about it at all. I don't know.”

“Well, tell me. What did it feel like, that man? I mean, he looked so big...”

My wife did not answer immediately and then my ******** added something that I think shocked my wife. “I know this much. Billy seemed to be enjoying watching you and that man doing sex because he was sticking out big and hard just like that man you were with on the bed.”

Billy was her 19 year old brother.

“Billy was big? Like that man? "

“Oh, I didn't mean it like that. Billy was a lot smaller than that man, but he, his thing was sticking out and pointing almost straight up towards his belly button.”

“I didn't see that,” her mother lied, “and you should not have been looking at it either. He's your brother.”

But mom, when they brought the two of us out of our bedrooms and into the hallway, Billy had been sleeping naked, so I couldn't help but to see him, see his...thing.”

“Call it his penis. Nowadays most people I think call that part of a man a cock but the proper medical term is 'penis,' so use that.”

“Do you call daddy's penis a penis when you are making love?”

“No, I sometimes call it his cock, and I have a special name for it which shall remain our secret like a lot of people might do when they are in love and being intimate with one another. But if you are in public and have to say something like that, use 'penis.'”

“OK mom, I'll say it again about Billy. When Billy was watching you, his penis was sticking out about this far.”

This I wanted to see. I carefully peeked around the corner and saw my ******** holding her thumb and forefinger about 5 to 6 inches apart. My wife looked, and said, “Just like it felt inside me, your brother's about the same size as your father.”

Catherine had said that? I couldn't believe my wife had revealed that intimate detail about me to our young ********, but I guess she still wasn't thinking straight.

“Daddy's that big?”

“No, your daddy's that small.”

That readers, I did not want to hear. My wife had just told our ******** that I have a small cock. Actually, being almost six inches and medium in thickness, it's not that small, but compared to the man who had ***** my wife, I was.

My ******** had seen my cock Saturday night, and played with it. But that had been later and not at first.

The intruders had struck me and made me sit on the floor, but my ******** had been looking over at me when my wife had started going to town on top of her ******. And also, for a couple of minutes I had been standing much closer to the action. My ********, come to think of it, might have seen my erect cock. Sorry, I mean penis.

I listened, and fortunately my ******** did not tell my wife that I also, like my son if she had seen me, had became erect while I was watching her fucking that black cock.


Saturday Night Attack


Perhaps I should go back to the beginning and bring you up to date.

I met my future wife in high school. Catherine and I were instantly attracted to one another in our Junior years and became an 'item' from then on. Somehow, and it was my wife who was the strong one, we both remained virgins until our wedding night.

Fortunately for me, the wedding came not long after our high school graduation. Now I have a bachelor's degree, having gone to school part time while working, and my wife is close to having her degree, having been delayed for a few years by being a stay at home mom and housewife.

Catherine and I are both 38, and we have a boy 19, and a ******** just turned 18. My wife, even after bearing two children, looks great. Catherine is very pretty, with blonde hair at both ends of her body and an exceptional figure. When I say exceptional figure I mean that she has C cup breasts on a B cup frame of 115 pounds and 65 inches of height.

Most men usually have a part of their wife they like most. Some men only have one part of their wife they like...period. Me, I like all of Catherine, her shoulder-length blonde hair, her firm breasts with nipples that look erect most of the time, her great ass so high and firm, her long, slender but curvy legs, and that face, all lovely. Her personality is top notch too. Loving, caring, considerate, both in and out of bed.

But my favorite part of Catherine needs a separate paragraph or two to talk about, and that's why I jumped down here. It's her tight pussy I like the most. Covered with soft blond hair, yes, she's a natural blonde, my hot little wife is still tight, even after two children and the maybe 1900 to 2100 fucks I've given her.

I come up with that figure by averaging things out. 19 years of marriage times twice a week comes to 1976 fucks. We really don't do it twice a week anymore, maybe once a week, but the first few years we might have gone three or four a week or more, so I am averaging it out.

And now, after all those I should call them lovemaking sessions, another man had violated the sanctity of our marriage. One man had ***** her, fully knowing and enjoying my most favored part of her anatomy, and three other men had been involved to some degree while seeing it happen, along with me and our two children.

There has been a recent influx of so-called refugees into our town compliments of the U.S. Government, and those refugees from African nations such as Libya, Sudan and Nigeria have congregated on the east side of town. We live on the west side and usually have no contact with them except for sometimes when we go downtown and do some shopping at our favorite mall.

We had seen some of the happenings on television, the break-ins, the assaults, the stones being tossed back and forth, but so far, it all was happening cross town. That us, until Saturday night. The crime wave had come to suburbia, and into our happy home.

Both our children had gone out with their own sets of friends. My son and his buddies to see the latest Star Wars, and my ******** and her friends to see something else. Instead of going out ourselves, my wife and I had enjoyed a quiet evening at home and alone for a change.

I think we even talked for a little while when commercials were on the TV. I have cable and I prefer the higher channels with no commercials, but my wife wanted to see this old movie on The Movie Channel, which has commercials, so I gave in.

But we did do some talking, and I took the opportunity to tell her how much I loved her, something I rarely did anymore. She gave me a similar feeling in response, and we kissed while I did not waste the chance to fondle her breast on top of her blouse. I was thinking that maybe this might be another twice In one week week, but things were to change.

The kids came home, my ******** on time at 11, our son Billy 20 minutes past his midnight Saturday curfew, but his explanation of the Star Wars movie needing discussion afterward with his buddies was broached, and I accepted his apology.

You might wonder why an 19 year old boy would have a curfew, That is the rule my wife and I laid down for him. Even though Billy has a job, as long as he continues to live at home, he comes in at a reasonable hour. Billy's a bit different than many his age. He's shy, almost introverted, and as far as I know, he's never had a steady girlfriend. He's not gay, and someday hopefully he'll find a gal who will accept his ways, and he'll be out of here.

The kids went to bed, and so did we, at around one. Someone had forgotten to lock the front door, and it was probably me to blame since I had opened it to confront my son about being late.

My wife and I were naked in bed and I was giving her a rare treat. I was down between her legs and lapping up my favorite dessert. But the door was unlocked, and they were able to come in quietly. I still don't know how many there were for sure, but when it was over, I had seen a total of five.

So I could be seeing what I am eating, something I've always enjoyed, we had the lamp beside the bed on, and did not even hear or see them, three of them, enter the bedroom. I was busy down there, my bare feet were towards the door, and my wife had her eyes closed. They actually walked right up to the bed and were standing there looking down for I don't know how long when my wife first noticed them.

“Oh GOD BUD, WE HAVE COMPANY!”

My wife had yelled it out, her voice rising at the end, but not all that loud. Nor had she screamed. I think that years of conditioning, of having to make love and not be too noisy because the children might hear had, even now, kept her on the quiet side.

At the same time, right after my wife had yelled, one of them flicked the switch on the wall and turned on the overhead light, and our naked bodies were now fully ******* to their view under the glare of 100 watts.

Catherine was trying to push my head away using one hand to shove at me and the other arm to cover her breasts. It was too little too late. She managed to cover a good portion of her breasts, but they are so big that she needs two arms to cover them completely. So the three men were getting a good look at those lovely breasts and were still seeing her wet and shiny blonde pussy.

My wife was trying to squeeze her opened legs together but I was still between them and she couldn't get them closed as my head came up and off. I still didn't know what was happening as I rolled onto my right side and looked up, and I had a full erection for them to see.

Horrified, I saw that there were three faces looking down at us and grinning, black faces. I knew right away what part of town they had come from.

Before I could say anything, one of them, the biggest, spoke, and it might have been because he was the leader, or maybe the only one that could speak enough English to be understood.

“You got anyone else in this house man?” I thought that all the intruders were in our bedroom and I hoped they would not go into the other bedrooms and find the kids.

“No, just us, “ I lied.

Well, my buddies, they be checking, so we'll know soon enough. If you're lying to me I might cut you.” He showed me a knife that was in his waistband.

Then my wife, who was now pulling a sheet over her lower half, and thinking ahead and wanting to avoid trouble, said, “Our two children are in their bedrooms. Please don't bother them and we'll cooperate, I promise.”

It did no good because he nodded to one of the other men and that man went to check. I am guessing that the other men we didn't know were present might have been picking up our 60 inch TV and hauling it out to their vehicle. I hoped that the man who had been sent to check, would be doing just that, checking.

“We going to take your money man, so you might as well save some time and tell us.”

I saw the way he was looking at my wife, who was still naked on the top half and trying to pull the sheet further up enough to cover herself. I moved my naked body over to one side and she was able to pull the sheet up over her breasts. Even then, the rise of her breasts and her nipples could clearly be seen.

They wanted money, and I hoped that was all. I didn't want to leave my wife alone with either of them so instead of offering to take him, I said, “I don't keep much cash in the house. My billfold is over here...” I stood up, my now softened cock dangling, and walked across the room. I picked up my trousers and opened my billfold in front of him and counted.

“I have just 60...one, two, 63 dollars in the house. The rest is in our bank, and that isn't much.” I was remembering the stories I had heard and read of one half of a couple being held hostage while the other half drives with robbers and goes to the ATM and draws out cash. I had read a couple of reports where the wife was being ***** while the husband was gone. There wasn't much money in our checking account, the most of it being in savings.

He looked at Catherine. “You got any jewelry?"

She hesitated, and I think it might have been because Catherine was thinking she might have to get up and show them, not just where her jewelry is located but also her nudity. “I have some,” she said, pointing over at the dresser. “It's just cheap stuff, nothing all that expensive.”

What she feared came to pass. “Get up and get it.”

I don't think he cared about any jewelry she might have. Our house was middle not upper class, and there was not much for a robber to be had here other than a very attractive and naked woman.

Catherine has to get up. She looked at me and I moved over to the side of the bed and stood on the floor so she could take the sheet with her.

“Leave the sheet on the bed!” Apparently this black man knew more English than I had first thought. With a sigh, Catherine got up, dropping the sheet and with a nervous glance at the two men gingerly stepped naked over to the dresser.

They stared, oh how they stared, and so did I. I have enjoyed the vision of her luscious body for years, but I was seeing my wife in a new light now, through the eyes of these strangers. Suddenly, her now ******* to other men, my desire for my wife increased.

Her hand shaking, Catherine opened her jewelry case and showed them the contents as they came to stand next to her. My heart thudded. There is my wife, totally naked and she is between two men, two very big and black men. Already my mind was forming images.

“It isn't much.” She raised one necklace up to show the man who seemed to be in charge. “This one was given to me by my mother. She's gone now, deceased, and I hope you'll allow me to keep it since it has mostly sentimental value. “

“Real diamonds?” The necklace was green emeralds with a small amount of white diamonds on the sides. It's market value was probably close to $2,000, but the sentimental value was priceless to my wife.

“Not many carats. Maybe one and one half total.”

“What the hell is 'carats?”

My wife trembled, because now the man had moved up close enough for his leg to be brushing up against her naked hip. “It's a way they measure diamonds to see how much they're worth.”

“If you're a good girl and give it to me good, you can keep it. I just want to fuck you.” As he was speaking, he caressed her ass with one hand.

Shocked, Catherine pulled away from him as her face reddened. “No, please. Don't do that!” But her pulling away had resulted in her coming up against the other man, and he too, caressed her ass. Confused, she moved back to the middle, six inches away from either man. Again the first man caressed her ass, and this time she did not move away.

I immediately thought it. 'He's going to fuck my wife!' I didn't think, 'wants to,' I knew it was going to happen. What to do? I knew I was outnumbered and both men were bigger than me. Besides, I felt very vulnerable in my naked state. I didn't even have shoes on to keep my feet from slipping on the carpet. Still, I moved over to protect my wife.

“GET BACK THERE!” And the bigger of the two men, the apparent leader who wanted to fuck my wife, struck me so hard with the back of his arm it knocked the wind out of me as I fell backward onto the carpet. In addition to coming into contact with my chest, the back of his hand had hit my face, and it was stinging. Subdued, I slid on my ass and backed myself against the bedroom wall where I was now facing the foot of the bed.

“GET ON THE BED, NOW!” Then, when he saw the fear on my wife's face, his voice softened. “Go on baby. I'll be nice to you.”

He pointed at me on the floor. “And him, you want me to be nice to him? You be nice to me!” There was no mistaking the tone of his voice, or his intent.

As my wife laid down onto the bed, he began stripping. When his pants came off, he was ready and Catherine started crying when she saw what he would be using on her. Apparently not caring that she was crying, he grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under her head.

All he had to do was touch her inner thigh with one hand and she knew. Her legs, both of them opened wide to accept him into her personal space. At the same time, the other man gleefully moved in close to watch.

For me, the entire world stood still. My wife is about to have another man on her body, close to her, skin to skin, face to face, maybe breathing the same air, feeling each other's warmth, genitals and maybe tongues joined in intimate close contact, sharing feelings at their nerve endings, maybe looking into each other's eyes, and I was pretty sure, with her legs high and tight around his body, and all for the purpose of ultimately reaching an orgasm, for both of them.

Laughing out loud, he crawled between my wife’s lovely legs and after cupping her breasts in his hands for several seconds, he eased his hips forward and watching his cock to see how it looked, he went into Catherine without mercy, making her cry out.

Fortunately, I think, she might still have been wet from me recently eating her.

My wife was crying. Crying softly, but there was no mistaking the real tears rolling down her cheeks. Then, after a brief struggle with his big cock while my wife tried passively to resist, he was most of the way inside.

He gave her a few seconds, grinned down at her, then pressing his body forward, buried the rest of his cock. As my wife sighed and then seemed to relax, everyone knew that she would be able to take his length. Then he began ****** my wife on our marriage bed.

Her voice was soft as she reacted to his penetration and movement. “Uuuuuuuh.” She had sort of grunted it out as he went deep on his first forward movement with some force behind it, but it sounded more to me like a gasp of pleasure rather then one that had been complaining.

Just then the man who had left, and accompanied by still another man brought our children in.

My heart began pounding. 'Fuck me, the kids are here and are going to see their mother being *****.' Now there were three intruders plus the man on our bed with my wife. Shock registering on their faces, our two children had suddenly stopped and frozen in place as they were seeing their mother naked, on her back in her marriage bed and being *****.

It's not completely accurate to write things like, 'the black man was giving it to her good, burying his huge cock deep and making the walls of her golden cunt work hard in order to accommodate him,' when what actually is occurring is a ****.

I'll give it a try: The black intruder was ****** the white man's blonde wife without mercy, using his powerful penis as a weapon as he battered the innocent mother's vagina into submission. '

Well, actually, that sounds almost as sexually explicit as the first paragraph, but you get the idea. I know this much, my penis was not erect at this time, but getting there.

I was still seated against the wall of course and I tried to tear my eyes away from my wife, who apparently was now involved with her ****** and was moaning, and looked up at my children. Our ******** Betty was wearing a blue nighty that came down to just below her hips and did little to conceal her breasts.

I could clearly see the outlines of her breasts and firm nipples, made firm from fright almost as well through that nighty as if she had been totally nude.

I knew that she would not have been wearing that nighty in bed, therefore one or both of these men who had escorted her into our bedroom had seen her naked.

I hoped Betty had been wearing panties when one or both of those men had entered her room, otherwise they might have gotten a good show of my ********'s vagina as they made her climb out of bed.

Like her mother, our ******** is a blonde and I must assume her pubic hair is also blonde.

But more so than my ********, it was my son Billy who was the real shocker. He was totally nude, having been sleeping that way probably and made to enter our bedroom in that condition and in front of his mother and sister, and his ***.

I saw Betty looking back and forth at her mother on the bed being fucked, at her brother who was naked and beside her, and at her father on the floor with his semi-erect but still soft dick *******. I tried to close my legs, but she had seen, and I knew, probably had seen the difference between her father and the man who was now fucking her mother.

At that moment, strangely, I wished the the children had been brought it just a little sooner so they could have seen the full dimensions of that cock that was now fucking their mother. Now I knew, they can see that he is big, but they have no idea exactly how big until he pulls it out.

Of course at the moment our children could not see a whole lot of the ******. He was on my wife and pumping away, and they were more sideways to the bed than at the foot. I was at the foot and could see it all.

I couldn't be sure from my low position at the foot of the bed, but I could see my wife's head, and her eyes were closed. As far as I could tell, Catherine was still not aware that her children are present and watching.

Catherine must not have known or she would have tried to hold it within. I saw, from my position near her feet, my wife's toes begin to curl. Then her legs slowly rose higher around his hips until she was almost up to his waist. Now I could really see things in detail, his penis stretching her wide, her inner lips being tugged out each time his ass came back, and then shouldered aside with each thrust forward.

And his big black balls, tight in their sac, hitting my wife on the ass every time he came forward with a hard thrust, which was every once in a while.

When a woman raises her ass, and then puts her legs around her lover, she is saying in effect: 'I'm opening myself to you, so give it to me, all of it, and more.'

I knew, in advance, what was about to happen when I saw her fingers dig into his firm ass. Then, with a loud groan, my wife orgasmed!

I watched with horror as my two children stared almost in disbelief at the sight and sound of their mother wrapping herself around a huge black man and groaning out her pleasure. How could she?

Those three men? They were laughing, not too loud, but loud enough to hear as they pointed at my wife and one of the men actually reached over and lightly slapped my son on the back like they were celebrating together. Then, looking down at our son's erection, he tapped one of the other men on the shoulder and he too, looked down and saw Billy's rigid rod. They grinned at one another. 'The son is turned on watching his mommy being fucked.'

Apparently the three men planned to remain and watch, or maybe to take their turn. I thought of Betty standing so close to them. Please no dear Lord don't let that happen.

My loving wife had just noisily orgasmed in front of and in the presence of our innocent 18 year old ******** and her older brother and three other members of the gang. Plus of course, I was there, her husband, and I had to watch.

I saw the men taking turns watching our ******** as she closely watched her mother and how she was enduring the unendurable under her ******. I was hoping that my virgin ******** would not end up under those men.

He kept moving his firm ass and working Catherine's pussy as if she had never came and now he was putting more effort into his strokes, driving deep and hard. My wife was being noisy and I think he might have been hurting her a little now because he was very long and we all saw my wife crying out and squirming under him.

To those three men it might have looked like she was fucking back but I think maybe that Catherine was trying to get away.

Also from my angle down low I could see that she had gone to using her hands against his lower abdomen to keep him from penetrating too deeply since he had changed the way he was using that long tool on her.

He was very large around too, but somehow my wife was managing to cope. When he would rise high enough to get his big balls out of the way I could see my wife’s vagina at times and how he was making it stretch.

I don't know how much penis she was seeing but my ******** I could see, was staring I think in horror since her eyes and mouth were so wide at the sight of seeing her mother being so abused. She must be getting abused based on all the noise she was making now.

I knew, and hoped my children did not know the difference, it sounded like my wife was constantly in a state of orgasm. Since she was using both hands to keep him from penetrating fully, the only other clues I had besides the noise was the fact that her face was red and her toes were curling.

Then, thankfully, it looked like it might be over as his body stiffened. He made a loud groaning noise indicating to me that he must be cumming. I could see the crack of his ass tighten as he shoved in deep and stayed. Now, I figured, those other men will climb on, and our children are here to see it!

The ****** laid on my wife, his body quivering as his orgasm wound down. Strangely, maybe out of habit, my wife giggled and sort of gave him two light taps on the buttocks with her right hand to acknowledge his having orgasmed. Between she and I, those light taps had always been in recognition of how close we are and how good the sex had been.

And now she had given her ****** that love tap?

Then after a minute, he rolled off of her. Strangely, but not surprisingly, Catherine just laid there, looking exhausted and trying to catch her breath from the workout she had just received. It would seem that she would immediately close her legs as soon as her ****** got off because of her audience, and maybe, out of respect for me, but she was keeping her legs spread, wide, and her eyes closed.

It looked sort of like that old expression: 'He had fucked her into the mattress!'

I thought he had finished but he wanted more of my wife because when he had rolled onto his back we all saw that he was still aroused.

A big black cock for the kids to see!

There it was, now available for full and close up viewing by our children. Big. Shiny from his and Catherine's juices, and still fully erect it looked like. Pointing straight up, with the foreskin back and showing all the shiny head, it was impressive and my children were seeing it, seeing the black meat that had just been inside their mother.

I heard my ******** gasp when she saw the man’s shiny black organ fully ******* for the first time, and those two men giggled and pointed at her. Again I hoped Betty would not end up under them. My wife had borne two children and as we had seen, had been able to cope with at least the thickness of something like that, but our little virgin ********? No way.

Then my wife's ****** sat up and pointing at Betty, said, “Go get some towels.”

“Yes sir!” Betty obediently turned on her heels and quickly walked to the bathroom.

My wife, shocked at hearing our ********'s voice, realized for the first time that the children are in the room and had been watching.

"Oh my God," she blurted out. "Bud? I didn't know the children were here." As she was speaking, she looked over and down at me, and her face had turned bright red. All I could do was shrug my shoulders as her glance settled on my erection and then looked away. I wondered what she must be thinking upon seeing that I am aroused.

Before we knew it, Betty was coming back with a towel in each hand.

The ****** looked at Catherine, who had started to sit up. "You woman, lie back down and keep them spread." Confused maybe, my wife complied.

“Now you, “ he said, pointing at Betty, “you wipe me dry. And you,” he pointed at my son, “you wipe your mother because I've made a mess.” His voice was heavily accented, but there was no mistaking his intent.

“Yes sir.” I was shocked as Betty handed one towel to her brother and without any sign of protest leaned down over the bed and dabbing gingerly, she began running the towel over and around his half hard cock.

Betty glanced over at Billy, who was still holding the towel and unmoving. “Billy, wipe your mother. It looks like she really needs it.”

She did. Catherine was again lying quietly on her back except for her gasping as she was still trying to catch her breath. Despite her knowing now that the children are present she had not even made an attempt to close her legs because her ****** had worked her over so much. Cum was running out, not a lot since he had deposited it so deep inside, but some was running out regardless because he had placed so much within such a little space.

Billy just happened to turn his body in my direction at that moment as he moved towards the bed and his mother and I saw that his cock was erect, fully erect and pointed up! He looked identical to me in size. Length, check. Width, check. Yes, the same with the exception that being older, my cock no longer points straight up, but more up and out when it's hard.

Also, Billy is not circumcised and I am. When Billy was born, both Catherine and I had made sure he stayed uncut. We knew about the increased pleasure a man with a foreskin enjoys, and wanted our son to be able to enjoy sex to the fullest.

At the moment, Billy's foreskin, being untouched by his hands, was still covering part of the glans, but only slightly. Most of the glans could be seen, and on the end, I saw a clear drop of fluid.

“Mom?”

“Go ahead son. Wipe me with the towel, but be gentle on the insides.” She looked up into his eyes and smiled, trying to let her son know that she understood, that he has to do this. I sat up straight in order to better see.

His erect cock would have been pointing the way had he been older, instead, it remained upright as he moved towards his mother. Taking great care, Billy leaned over the edge of the bed and began wiping his mother's vagina, starting with the outer lips, and then working the end of the towel towards the center and those tight inner lips.

He had to turn the towel twice due to all the cum that was staining the towel. This was so fascinating I almost forgot to check the action with my ********. Wiping the cock that had been inside her mother, she was lifting his softened cock in one hand and wiping underneath, and in the process feeling the weight of that mighty hunk of meat.

Would that thing equal a full pound burger I wondered, or maybe a double pounder? It looked like more meat than that. In any case, my ******** was doing a good job of getting him clean. Tugging upward on his cock, she even dug the towel down into his pubic hair to get the cum out. “I think I've got it all now,” she said softly as her eyes took in what she was still holding with one hand.

“Don't forget to do under the foreskin,” my wife's ****** ordered. I hoped that he would remain just that, 'my wife's ******' and nothing more.

“Like th...this,” my ******** asked as she used one hand to hold his penis erect while she slowly peeled his thick foreskin back with the other? It looked to me like his cock was growing again and my heart thudded.

“Yeah, like that.” We all watched as Betty carefully ran a corner of the towel around his head and then the indentation under the head and leading to the shaft. Another dribble of clear cum ran out of the tip and poured down the side of his shaft. Using the tips of her fingers under his head to hold that cock in place, Betty tugged upward and using her other hand, used the towel to wipe his shaft dry once again.

Betty was curious I could see, and still using the tips of her fingers under his head, she tugged upward, stretching his cock out as far as it would go. It gained over another inch even after already appearing to be nearly fully erect. I figured that last inch or so would come into play when he nears and has an orgasm.

Then Betty turned her head to look at me and giggling a bit, said, "Look how much it can stretch when I tug on it Daddy."

Suddenly the entire atmosphere in the room changed, or at least for me it did. 'My ******** is making out like this is a game!'

She needed an explanation, I figured. "Yes, and when you stretch it all the way out, that is how long it will get when it is pumped full of blood. That is called 'the insertion length."'

"Like this?" She again stroked it, watching with fascination as that thick foreskin covered and then uncovered the head. His cock was almost totally hard now and after giving it a final squeeze and then a last stroke to again see that foreskin move, she quickly let go.

It kept growing.

“All done, “ she giggled as she watched that cock, apparently done growing now, point in an upward direction.

30 seconds later, we heard “Me too,' from her brother.

Then, with only a glance and grin at my two children, the ****** told my wife to get on top of him and finish with the ****. (He used the word 'fuck') My wife was lying there, still on her back with legs spread, and a trickle of juice was again showing at her vaginal entrance.

Strangely, neither of the children were looking away. They both continued to stare, fascinated perhaps at seeing their mother still being ******* so intimately.

We all had to watch as my trembling wife sat up, then raised one leg to turn and go over him. Catherine turned her head, and her eyes meeting Betty's first, she began..."I'm sorry," and Betty interrupted her.

"It's alright Momma. We know you have no choice."

Nodding gratefully at Betty, my wife took aim as best she could while looking back and under herself. And then, as he pulled down on his foreskin and held himself in place Catherine groaned as she had to go down, then further down as he opened her wide.

I was completely aroused now seeing this, and I hate to admit, but facts are facts. My wife I knew, this time she knows her children are here and watching. Will she let herself go again like the first time and end up groaning out another orgasm?

Finally, and I saw both my children watching closely at how Catherine's vagina was being stretched incredibly wide, she went almost all the way down. Then he pulled Catherine's head down and made her kiss him for what might have been over a minute. At the same time his huge hands went over her breasts, cupping them.

At that point I saw Billy move in for a closer look at how the ******'s hands were covering her breasts!

Catherine was keeping her lips glued to his, but under their cheeks, I could see the movement of their tongues.

He had not told her to begin her pump. Instead, it appeared that for now, he was happy to have Catherine mounted on him and just be kissing. But as the kiss continued, my wife began to move on her own, slowly at first, and then a little faster. At the same time the length of her strokes began to increase. She was fucking him now, and willingly it looked like.

But she was not taking him all the way to the bottom I could see. His incredible thickness? She was managing to handle that. But his length? My wife was staying up and off his cock by at least three inches, maybe a little more. Actually, she seemed to be staying high up on purpose.

I wondered about that, but as I stared, I saw that my wife's inner lips were being tugged forcefully open and closed each time she rode slightly up and over his head. 'She likes the feel of that head,' I realized! Five, ten, fifteen strokes she took over that head.

Then, perhaps impatient as he waited for her to totally envelop his cock, he raised his hips off the bed, driving himself deeper into my wife and she cried out.

I think Catherine realized that he wanted her to use all of him as he ***** her so she began pumping while using longer strokes. Gasping, she managed still deeper. After another minute, she began slamming her body against his.

It was then that I happened to look, and I saw one of the men raising my ********'s nighty high up, using two hands and almost pulling it over her head, and Betty's naked teen body was fully ******* to above the level of her breasts. He was grinning and the other man turned and reaching out, it looked like he was about to grab her B cup breast.

Betty is just 18 and still looks 16. She eventually might blossom all the way out to a C like her mother, but for now a B was looking fantastic on her small frame.

The three men were seeing her fully ******* in front, as could Billy, but all I could see from my position on the floor was my ********'s butt and the side of one breast. Right, no panties.

My wife saw, and yelled out. “NO!” She had stopped pumping. “Please, No.”

The man under her looked over, saw what was happening and wriggled his finger at the man holding up my ********'s nighty. He dropped it, and then went back to looking front and trying to look like nothing had happened.

My wife, after a moment, breathed a sigh of relief, took a long look at both her son and ******** standing there having to watch and went back to her pumping. In another minute she was slamming down on him again. I had noticed that once again she had stolen a quick glance at our son's erection.

I was frowning, but no one was looking at me at the moment. 'Why in the heck had Betty allowed that man to raise her nighty and have those men staring at her naked body without any sign of a protest? Had the situation, seeing her mother being fucked and maybe, being told or maybe being allowed to handle that cock so aroused her that she was throwing caution to the winds?'

I breathed a sigh of relief that nothing further had started. But those three men had seen my ********'s lovely and virginal body fully ******* from the front, and I had noticed that her brother had also been looking. Now, as my wife continued to fuck the man under her, I was no longer worried about the three men. I was thinking of Betty's brother.

My son has seen his sister naked, has been naked in front of her and shown her his erect penis, and he has seen his mother fucking and apparently, enjoying a big cock from another man.

How is this going to affect my son's thinking? More importantly perhaps, my ********'s? Also, I was kind of annoyed and I know I should not have been, about something else. All these men along with my son had seen my ******** full frontal nude, her pubic hair as well as her breasts, and all I had been able to see was her lovely butt and the profile of one breast.

The other three men thought my wife was freely and without inhibition enjoying herself because they seemed to be cheering her on in a foreign language and they were laughing at how my wife was moving on him.

When I asked her later, she told me she had been pretending for those men as well as the man under her in the hopes he would ‘finish’ the second time and allow her to get off.

Well, if she was pretending, Catherine was certainly doing a good job of pretending to enjoy it as her gasps and moans became louder as he joined in and began thrusting up and further into her. I was surprised. Since he had climaxed once already, I thought it might last longer the second time.

It did actually last longer than the first time, but not by much. They were almost done and I wanted to see more now, to see it last, despite the fact that the children were watching. I was being totally ignored now as I stood up and moved to the bottom of the bed in order to better see the action, and Billy, noticing my movement out of the corner of his eye turned, and he saw my erection.

Then my wife cried out with joy as she enjoyed still another orgasm. I saw now that her ****** was grabbing both of her breasts as she labored over him. Finally he let go of her breasts and laughing, he placed his hands on her lower body and pushed her off.

Is this it? Is he finally done with my wife? No. As it turned out, he had held off on cumming with my wife because he wanted to take her doggy. He ordered Catherine to assume the position on her knees at the bottom edge of the bed and she did. Of course I happened to be right there, at the foot of the bed and her eyes took in not only my face, but my hard cock as she turned and faced the other end of the bed.

She was right in front of me, just four feet away and with her stretched open and shiny lips gleaming in the light coming from the overhead light and the lamp placed beside the bed. The ****** was stroking his cock slowly and studying Catherine's vagina looking so shiny and wet, but inviting. I was waiting for him to come around while I moved out of the way and make penetration and we all received a surprise when we heard: “Now you do her.”

Hoping he was talking to me and not one of the three other men I quickly looked at the ******, and he was talking to Billy! I stared in disbelief as Billy, his cock at almost full mast, looked shocked, and then as the ****** again firmly pointed with his hand at my wife's ass, Billy slowly moved towards her. Reluctantly he moved toward her, I think.

My son, our son, so shy, so backward about some things, and now, having to fuck his mother? Fuck his mother in front of strangers, and worse, his father and sister.

“Mom?”

Billy was asking permission, like he still had to ask after being ordered to fuck his mother.

"Billy? My wife could not believe what she had heard. Her voice shook as she turned her head, and looking over her shoulder, saw, as I did, her son's penis at full mast. “He chose you? This isn't right but..." she paused to look over at her ******, who was standing near me at the foot of the bed.

Yes, near me, almost beside me, and I saw her, even now glance at my rigid cock and then over at her ******'s cock, and I thought to myself, 'she can see that even half hard, he's near twice as big as me.'

"Please...." she began. But he sort of made a sound that sounded like a chuckle, shook his head and pointed again at my son, or more directly, at his erection. "Boy, fuck your mother!" As he was speaking, he pointed directly at Billy's erection and then turned his hand led by his finger and pointed it directly at Catherine's pussy from just inches away.

"Fuck her," he said again, this time a bit louder!

"Go...go ahead son. Please do what you have to do.” Catherine was looking back over her shoulder and right in her line of vision was her son's hard cock. Then nodding her head, she added, perhaps unnecessarily, "with that."

'Please?' My wife was saying 'please.' Is it because she wants to have our son fuck her, or because she has decided to let these men do whatever without protest in order to get them out of here and protect her ******?

I saw that Catherine had now lowered her upper body so that her breasts were being flattened against the mattress. Then, sort of pushing her ass and pussy back to better meet up with our son, she had turned her head to one side. Since her face was sort of on my side, I saw that her eyes were closed as she waited.

Waited for the touch of our son's penis as they commit an act that is frowned upon by society itself. ******. ****** between a mother and her son. Something forbidden, but one has to wonder, how many 'sons' have had a fantasy, at one time or another, of fucking their mother? I suspect, am pretty sure, that more sons have had that fantasy than their mothers.

Father into ******** is the norm in this situation, if ****** between a father and ******** can be considered to be in the norm.

Billy, his hand shaking, held his penis in hand and approached his mother. But I could see that it had gone down to where it was only half erect. I also took notice that Betty had moved to where she could better see all the action. As a matter of fact, Betty had moved to where she was standing in front of the three men and partially blocking their view.

They seemed to be accepting her blocking their view some because now they were also viewing her.

“It's not completely hard Mommy,” Billy said in apology as he lined up his partial erection against his mother's inner lips looking so wet and ready. His half covered glans was touching her, actually started inside since he was holding his cock just behind the head, but as Billy sort of made a forward movement, nothing happened.

I knew what had to be done, and shocking everyone including myself, I spoke for the first time. “Son, pull your foreskin all the way back...that's good, you've uncovered the head and now you'll better be able to feel it when you touch her. Now rub your head all around her inner lips while enjoying the view. Keep doing that and you'll get hard.”

My wife didn't budge, but I knew she had heard. Betty was looking at me in disbelief, and the three men behind her were nudging each other with their elbows and grinning. They may or may not of understood what I was saying, but they could tell that I was giving directions.

Directions. A father giving directions to a son on how to fuck his mother. I knew these men would have a story they would be relating to friends for a long time to come.

My son Billy has always been good about taking instruction from his father. He did as told as all the men and yes, my ********, moved in closer to watch our son as he kept his foreskin back and rubbed his penis all over his mother's shiny vagina. Catherine, perhaps to aid him, kept pushing back with her hips, and in effect, further opening her vagina to give Billy access.

Her beautiful tight little anus was just above, looking very inviting, and just for a brief moment I had the thought, 'Billy might better enjoy her butt since she's probably all stretched and wet now.'

"That's it Son, keep rubbing it." Within 45 seconds Billy had a full hard on and Betty chose that moment to announce it as she said it softly.

"He's hard now Daddy." I took it further since it seemed that my participation in the proceedings was going well. Everyone watching, including Billy, could see that my cock was fully erect.

Fully erect, a husband and father turned on, aroused at the thought of seeing his son fucking his mother. That was me I have to admit, aroused not so much at seeing my wife being fucked, but seeing our son get to fuck her.

The fucking of my wife? My seeing it? A strange man in her pussy? That fantasy of mine had pretty much been satisfied. Now I knew, I was about to see another fantasy fulfilled, our son in my wife. Oh, I had not thought about it that much, just in passing, as in relating my son and how he might feel about such a thing to back when I had been his age, and my mother.

“Now slowly place it in. Go slow, that's it Billy, stick it in. See how you are spreading her? Your mother looks so wet. Now go all the way. "

"That's it, feel the sides of her pussy embracing your cock all the way in." Fuck was I laying it out for him or not?

Being the obedient son, he did, giving his mother his penis, slowly and carefully going in until he was buried in her.

"Now you have her. Put your hand on her...on her butt cheeks, on the sides, and sort of pull your mother back at you as you begin stroking in and out. That's it son, do it slow. Your mother likes slow sometimes. Says she can feel it better when it's slow.”

"She feels really wet Daddy."

Daddy? Mommy and Daddy? Apparently our son was reverting to childhood language from all this stress.

"That's because that man climaxed in her and got her pussy all wet. What you are feeling is a combination of his and your Mother's juices." I went on, "but you can still feel her pretty good, even though she's all wet inside, right?"

"Yes Daddy, why is that?"

"Because you still have your foreskin son, and as you slide back and forth in your mother, your skin is sliding back and forth on your shaft, and it is providing sensitivity feelings of its own."

"How do you know all that daddy when you don't have a foreskin?"

"I've read up on it, and also talked to a couple of buddies in years past who had their foreskins. Now, keep fucking, that's it."

I was watching my son's penis tugging lightly at Catherine's vagina and saw that his sister had moved in close as well. I took it further. The thought of what Billy would be doing next with his sister watching was arousing me even further than before.

"Now son, since you're being so intimate with your mother, bend forward and feel her breasts. You've undoubtedly thought of what it might be like to feel them at some time or other so you might as well take and enjoy your one chance to do this to the fullest."

Billy hesitated, and I asked. "You do want to feel your Mother's breasts, don't you?" I glanced at Betty, and her mouth and eyes were wide in disbelief. I didn't have the nerve to look at Catherine's face since she might be more than upset at what I am suggesting.

"Oh. Yes, yes Sir I do!"

Billy did, bending forward and as he reached under, Catherine surprised and pleased me when she raised her upper body off the mattress and allowed our son to go under and cup her breasts.

By now based on her words and actions, I had pretty much determined that Catherine would go along with this without complaint, now, and hopefully not bitch at me later when she and I talked about this.

"See son how nice they are. Cup those breasts and memorize the feel. Your mother has lovely breasts I guess you know now."

"Yes Father. I can tell they are very nice." Billy slowly pumped while bending forward and feeling his mother for several more seconds. "Her nipples are like...like rocks."

His voice was shaking. I spoke quickly. "Quit pumping son, you sound like you're going to cum and you don't want to cum too soon. Just hold it all the way in and feel her breasts for a minute."

"It's hard Daddy, hard to hold back it feels so good."

My son, I knew, having that head that is protected from the elements most of the time because of that foreskin, was having one problem that uncircumcised boys and later as men have: increased sensitivity. Their glans, being covered and not ******* to the daily rubbing of being against clothes for the most part, are more sensitive since the skin on the glans is usually smoother and softer.

Comparing the skin on the glans of an uncircumcised cock to one that is circumcised is like comparing the feet on someone who walks a lot barefoot compared to someone that always has shoes on. The person who goes barefoot a lot develops thick skin on the soles of their feet and as a result can more easily walk on rocks and other rough surfaces without discomfort.

The person who always wears shoes? His feet are much more sensitive and has a difficult time going barefoot outdoors.

So, relating that to a cock, the uncut man has more sensitivity, feels a pussy with greater intensity, even if it's loose or wet, and is more likely to cum, sometimes too fast. I had talked to a couple of guys who were circumcised and they had tried to brag about it, saying things like: "Yeah, I might have less feeling on my head, but it gives me better control."

To that I say, the control is in your head, and I don't mean the one on the end of your dick.

Our son, at the moment inexperienced and just 19, I could see has not learned, in the head on his shoulders how to control the feeling in the head on his cock.

"Son, you're feeling your mother's pussy and wanting to cum too fast because of that foreskin. In time hopefully you'll learn to control that urge to cum, but for now, try hard to control it by whatever you have to do, stop pumping, pull it out, whatever."

'This must be blowing their minds' I was thinking, reference my son, my ******** and my wife, but there was no way, no way in Hell I was going to let this end after just a minute or two after things having gone this far. Those other guys, they didn't count. This was A ****** Affair now.

Billy had stopped pumping, but still, he began shaking, his entire body as he held his penis deep and continued to fondle his mother's hanging breasts.

"You're not going to cum are you son? It's too soon. Like I said, if you begin to lose control try pulling out for a minute."

Whatever happens, I wanted this act between two ****** members to continue. I sensed, somehow, that my wife's ****** was not going to interrupt. Not now.

"No...no Sir, not yet. I...I'm holding it back."

"Good boy." I waited several seconds while he seemed to be regaining control. "Now start pumping again son. Very few men ever get to do this, fuck their mother. So take your time and enjoy your Mother, her wonderful pussy, but do it slow and make it last. She likes it that way."

With several strange men and his sister present, I was actually telling our son how to fuck his mother, sharing with him our secrets, the things we had learned about each other over the years. I don't know why I was doing it, but I was also using words like mother' and 'son' to place carnal emphasis on what is happening.

It was going well though when I heard Catherine let out a low sigh of pleasure. Then she raised her upper body off the bed with her arms and started pushing back a little at her son and his cock. It shocked me when she started giving directions of her own.

"Go side-to-side a little bit Billy. That's it, now a little more. Keep using those long strokes."

This was amazing to me. Is she telling our son that because she wants to teach, or because this feels good and she wants it even gooder?

I noticed the three men were winking at one another and smiling broadly at what they are seeing.

“That's it son. You're doing it the way I like for your father to do it. Keep using the length of your penis to go as deep as you can and then back out, almost all the way, but not all the way out. That's it...like that. Can you see it? I can feel it there, how your penis is tugging at my lips.”

Unbelievable, my wife, aiding me in telling our son how to fuck her. Like I said, this was A ****** Affair now.

Billy, on his own, eased his cock deep into his mother, then slowly came back and paused where his head was opening her inner lips the most. "Like that Mommy? It looks like that might be the spot you like best."

"That's it Son. That's the place. Now go back and forth, in and out a few times and keeping it just...that...deep."

Billy was good at following instructions from his mother just like he does with me as he fucked her in the exact manner she had prescribed. It was obvious now to me, Catherine wants to get as much pleasure as possible from this perverted act.

"That's nice Billy. It feels good."

"Mother, you're so wet inside. Could this possibly feel as good for you like it does for me?"

She sighed. "Yes son. I can feel all of you, and it helps me better feel you when you use your head at the entrance or go sideways like that, back and forth when you're inside."

Maybe Catherine was trying to teach our son how to fuck, and more specifically, fuck her, but with all these men, and her husband and ******** watching? No, I think not. I think my wife more likely was trying to give our son some reassurance that his cock was still adequate for a woman after the way he had seen how she had been reacting to being fucked by an abnormally large cock.

Turns out what I was thinking was confirmed with his next question.

"But Mommy, is it big enough after...after him?" I noticed that our ******** sort of moved in closer to better hear.

"Yes son. You're fine. Keep going."

I couldn't believe my ears. My son and my wife, fucking, and acting and talking like they are alone instead of being viewed by five.

Then Billy said something totally unexpected. He looked over at me, then pointed at his mother's anus, looking so nice. Unwrinkled, not discolored, tight looking, and mine on rare occasions. "Is she tighter in there? Maybe I could go there?"

Fuck! Our son is thinking what I had thought of a few minutes ago. His cock in her tight ass.

Confirmed now. My wife is stretched and wet, and he can feel it, or maybe, can't feel...her as good as he thinks he should.

"Keep your voice down son, we don't want these men to get any ideas."

"OK ***," he whispered. "But can I?" Need I say our son is not the brightest boy on the block?

"No son, that's my private place, and I only go there on special occasions."

"I know this much Daddy. Even though she's all wet inside, she really feels good where I'm at now." Then he turned his attention to my wife.

“Can you cum with me Mommy? I'll try to wait for you.”

Wow. That one came out of left field. My son, our bashful son, asking his mother if she wants to cum with him. My wife's answer was even more of a mind blower.

“Billy," my wife began, "I know you're going to have a hard time holding back after all this time and having that nice cock of yours staying hard for so long. If we were doing this first, before him...' she nodded her head in the direction of her ******, "I could probably come pretty easy. But not now. Besides, I've just had an orgasm, more than one, and I'm still all wet inside, so I might not be able to cum again."

Our son was stroking her steadily now, fucking his mother and going more in and out than sideways, but still maybe exciting her, and she raised her voice a little. "You do it Billy, cum in me when you're ready. But do it slow the way I like your daddy to do sometimes it so I can feel it when you start throbbing.”

“Oh shit Mommy!” Just like that, after being told it was alright, Billy was cumming. He was grabbing my wife's, his mother's ass, and gripping her tight as he pumped what looked and sounded like one long and very intense orgasm into her body.

I had half expected to hear some sounds coming from her audience of black men, but it was very quiet, like they were in awe at what they are seeing, A ****** Affair, and only the sounds of Billy breathing hard and my wife grunting and sighing could be heard.

When Billy finished throbbing, his body was shaking as he almost fell over her. Catherine sensed that he might be in distress and raised her voice. “Billy? Are you alright?” She turned her head to look and saw that I had moved over to where I was able to look directly down at how his cock had been spreading her snatch. Not very far had our son been spreading her compared to another recent man, but spread nonetheless.

Betty was right there beside me.

Billy was keeping his cock buried in her, and as yet, had not recovered from having the most intense orgasm of his young life.

"Billy," Catherine asked again, "are you alright? I felt it, and...and to tell the truth it was very exciting."

“I'm...I'm O.K. mother. It was just so good. I...I've never felt it like that before.”

“Never? Billy,” my wife giggled. Then she noticed that our son had a tear in one eye. “Oh Billy, you poor soul, have you ever fucked any other girl...or woman?”

“No Mommy. You're the first.”

She smiled. “I'm glad son. Now I know that your first time was a good one. And I was able to share it with you.”

“Oh yes! Thank you Mommy.”

Our son had lost his virginity in his mother.

Then two of the men moved in and clapped Billy on the back and grinned. They were talking in a foreign language but it was obvious they were congratulating Billy on doing a good job of fucking his mother and cumming a good one inside her. Did they know this was his first fuck? Probably not though I suspected the ****** had heard and understood.

This apparently inspired Billy because I think he was about to start pumping again because he was more hard than not, but her ****** again took over.

"Good job on your mother boy, now it's my turn again," he said, waving his hard cock and pointing it at my wife. "Clean up that pussy."

I started giving directions to our son as he reluctantly uncunted from his mother. “Wipe her pussy again Billy ."

I turned to the ****** as I saw Betty studying her mother's vagina. "You want her this way, doggy," I asked her ******?"

He shook his head and with a flip of his hand indicated that he wanted Catherine lying down again.

"O.K. Billy. Wipe your mother dry on the outside and then she can lie on her back.”

Billy picked up the cum-stained towel from the edge of the bed where he had left it and again, carefully wiped his mother's inner lips. This time I saw him use the fingers of his left hand as he opened her slightly and then used the towel over the fingers of his right hand to gently dry her on the inside, but only a little ways within.

Catherine sighed, and I think she was trying to be nice. "You have a gentle touch son. Thank you."

“I'm leaving you wet on the inside Mommy for whoever goes next.”

“Thank you Billy. I feel really wet inside, after you.” Their eyes met, and it looked like some secret message was being passed between a Mother and her son. Then she went quiet, and I knew she was waiting and probably figuring on having to fuck still more men, and there were four more. But she was pleasantly surprised I think, and me too, when the ****** said, 'One more time for me and then we'll go.”

I didn't know why the other men weren't going to get to fuck my wife, and I was still worried about Betty. Yes, I wanted these men out, despite the fact that I still had an erection. I knew these men would be talking about my cock on future days and laughing. Maybe laughing at my lack of size compared to their black cocks, or just laughing because I seemed so turned on at seeing my wife cumming around a black cock.

And watching our Son fuck his Mother.

I suppose the thing they would be talking about the most would be how they had watched the son fucking his mother and his father had actually been telling him how to go about it, and with help from his mother.

Catherine reclined onto her back and with a smile, opened her legs wide as she looked invitingly at her favorite black man in the whole world!

With a smile!

I like to tell myself that maybe Catherine was just happy that her ****** had indicated that this would be the last time and that maybe our ******** would be spared.

He planned to enjoy her charms one last time yes, but he had still another chore for my wife. He looked at two of the men, and they came over onto each side of the bed, dropped their drawers and crawled up onto the mattress on their knees. He had not said a word, just looked at them and onto the bed they came, as if it was planned or rehearsed.

As expected, they also had big cocks, but not as large as her favorite ******. They weren't completely hard yet, but close. One cock was long and skinny in appearance, but still thicker than her husband or son. The other cock was thick, almost as thick as her ******, but nowhere near as long.

Both of course, uncut.

Upon seeing those two cocks *******, I immediately looked to see our ********'s reaction. Sure enough, Betty was staring, and it looked like, memorizing.

As it would turn out, the ******'s plan for Catherine and his buddies might have been more fun than their ****** her.

“Woman. Take their cocks in your hands and jack them off while I fuck you. If you are good at it, we can all cum at the same time.”

I have to admit, I felt a thrill go through my body at the prospect of seeing that.

I think then that my wife realized that she was off the hook as far as fucking went. Giggling as she looked from right to left, Catherine reached out and took two black members within her tiny fingers and began stroking. Both men were uncut and that made it easy to do. They stiffened to full hardness immediately.

“Now tell me woman you want me to fuck you again with my black cock. Go on, say it out loud so your husband and kids hear.”

Her face red, my wife quickly glanced at our two children, at me and returned her gaze to her ******.

“Yes. YES! I want you to fuck me, fuck me with your big black cock, and do it good.”

I don't know if my wife actually meant it, but it sure sounded authentic. I noticed that he had only said 'black cock,' and my wife had added the word 'big.'

“Oooh my!” Her favorite ****** had made entry again, and as he began pumping while staying high above her, Catherine began stroking the cocks she was holding in each hand. It was not to last long. The two men had waited and watched for too long a time to be able to hold back.

Then, as if on cue, both owners of the cocks in Catherine's hands reached down and began cupping her breasts with one hand each. I am happy to report that her breasts, even on her back, were upright enough to be able to fill their hands as they fondled.

'You like this woman," her ****** asked? "All these big cocks?"

"Yes. Yessss, it's fun," my wife admitted. Now she was not only stroking and looking back and forth at those two cocks with avid interest, she had begun humping her hips up at her ******.

Then came another shocker when the man in charge gave his order. "Get over here boy and stroke this dick so your mother doesn't have to do it."

Slowly, reluctantly perhaps, Billy moved forward and around the kneeling man's body and as his mother released that cock, he shyly took hold, grasping it at first lightly, then with a firmer grip as he felt the power in that cock, which made his own cock harden again. This was the thicker of the two cocks, and Billy was feeling the urge to orgasm as he felt it in his hand.

Excited now, Billy began stroking, watching as the foreskin came off and then back over the head. Apparently the man whose cock he was stroking had been ready and after only a minute or so, he erupted!

He pulled his hand off Catherine's tit just in time.

“Nnnnnnnnnnnnh” it sounded like as the man with the thick cock in her son's hand began blasting, shooting its load of thick cum all over first one, and then both of her breasts. Billy, realizing how far this cock could shoot, began aiming it, keeping those blasts aimed at his mother's tits.

"Oh shit, that feels hot!"

Catherine, it sounded like, was enjoying this as she held her head up and stared down at her tits as blast after blast of hot cum landed on her.

Billy kept stroking that thick cock so as to milk him dry. He knew just what to do after years of experience with his own cock. Her ****** in the meantime, was just stroking into her pussy gently and slow, maybe so she could better give her attention to the two cocks in her line of vision.

Betty I saw, was watching her brother and how he was handling that cock, even after it had shot its load, and I knew she was trying to learn.

That done and now turning her head, my wife concentrated on the right cock, the long and skinny one still in her hand. He had of course, removed his hand from her other breast just as the man across had started blasting his load onto her.

This cock was a mite strange. It was hard, but soft. It would bend in her hand as she stroked, and each time she pulled the skin back, it would bend still further. Then came the shocker.

"Mom? Can I feel it for a minute?"

Oh shit, our ********, asking this. The thought hit me, 'if she plays with his cock, he might insist on fucking her.'

Betty apparently wasn't thinking that far ahead. "Please Mommy. Billy got to do one, now I want my chance."

Catherine did not try to dissuade our ******** as she removed her hand and Betty moved in and wrapped her hand around that flexible black cock.

"Go ahead Betty, you finish him," I said. "All the way."

'Finish him. Finish him until he cums'' is what I had basically told her. Betty, after being allotted more time by her father, gleefully began pumping his cock. Too fast, and I corrected her. "Do it slower Betty to build it up and then you'll be able to feel him cum. Remember how I showed your brother." I had taught our son how to fuck his mother, and now I was telling our ******** how to masturbate a man.

"This is fun Daddy!"

Having her hand on his throbbing organ, the standing man whose cock she was holding twisted his body and using both hands, lifted Betty's gown high enough that he could go under and begin cupping her budding B breasts. Betty did not seem to mind being felt up, in fact, her face looked gleeful.

I was thinking, 'fuck me, next he begins fucking her!'

Catherine didn't protest this time, seeing a man going after Betty. It looked like Betty was enjoying his touch, so Catherine said nothing. Anything actually to get this over with.

The man having his cock stroked kept teasing Betty's breasts while at the same time straining his lower body forward, trying to get it closer to being over my wife's body as if he wanted to insert it into her. Betty kept stroking, her eyes locked on the longish black cock in her hand which still seemed to be bending a little.

"I like how his skin goes back and forth over the head," she giggled. "It's sort of like a peep show on each stroke."

I shook my head in wonder. 'Where does our ******** get ideas like that?'

Finally, as his orgasm approached, he suddenly got rock hard. And longer. I saw his fingers seem to tighten on my ********'s breasts and he began shoving his lower half further forward in an effort to get his cock closer to my wife. Or so it looked.

"Wow," Betty gasped out as she sort of leaned forward slightly to better study the cock in her hand. "He's really hard now."

"That's because he's close to orgasm Betty. Keep stroking just like that." I wanted him to cum of course, cum and lose maybe his desire to fuck Betty.

I saw Catherine raise her head to better see.

Gripping that cock harder, Betty increased her speed slightly, and as he groaned and began blasting, his watery cum shot clear across and almost past Catherine's left breast.

"Wow, look at that" yelped Betty. Then as Betty took better aim, that cock began coating her mother's breast, including the nipple. I think my mouth dropped open when I realized that Betty was deliberately aiming his cock onto her mother's breasts.

Just like her brother had done.

Then, as his blasts became shorter, he was coating her right breast. Finally, with a final groan, he was finished, and once again his cock looked soft. Soft and floppy. Just that quick it had gone softer.

There was still plenty left to hang onto as she milked it, and again, just like her brother had done.

Betty let go of her cock at the same time her brother released the now softened and still dripping cock in his hand. As her husband, son, ******** and three men looked down at her, my wife's breasts were glistening under the overhead light because of her being coated in cum. Both breasts had been pretty much painted with white and clear liquid save one nipple. As we watched, Catherine reached out with her left hand and dipping her fingers in cum, spread it over the nipple.

Then she tweaked it between two fingers while looking up at her audience, and showing us all how hard her nipple is.

Now both nipples were cum coated and hard.

Then came still one more shocker. "You girl, come over here and jack your daddy off on your mother's tits."

Just like that, I felt about five sets of eyeballs center on my rigid cock. Make that six as even I looked down at it, and I saw that I was dripping now.

We didn't argue, it was no use, and besides, secretly I wanted this, to have my ******** hold and jack off my cock, and I need to cum really bad. I moved over to where I could be closest to Catherine's breasts, shoving my thighs into the side of the mattress to better reach her with my cock, which being a bit shorter than the other men, might not be able to reach and cum on her breasts.

Oh shit how good my ********'s hand felt as she gingerly at first, then firmer, wrapped her fingers around my rock hard prick. She began jacking, and I was thinking, noticing how it was harder to jerk me, my cock being circumcised and shorter. All the while she was jacking me, I was wondering if uppermost in her mind, she was making comparisons between my cock and the last one she had masturbated.

"Does it feel good Daddy," she sort of whispered to me?

I answered my ******** with a pet name I had used only for special occasions. "You know it does honey." She smiled and kept stroking.

It was only to take a couple of minutes more.

Wanting to psychologically build my load to a greater amount, I reached under Betty's nighty and gripped her breasts, both of them with my hands. I glanced at Catherine, seeking her approval, and though she was not smiling, nor was she frowning.

Shit readers, whom am I kidding, with this psychologically build my load crap? I wanted to feel my ********* tits, and that's the truth.

Now I need to describe my orgasm, because I had never had one like this before. The pressure kept building of course, and then It came on like right now. My cock stiffened in her grip and I felt this huge blob it felt like rise up inside my cock and suddenly, with a huge surge, I felt my head increase in thickness as a big blob of cum blasted forth and over Catherine's breasts, both of them!

Oh fuck but the sudden release of that built up pressure felt so good...

Everyone there heard my groan of pleasure.

It seemed that almost all of my load had built up to be released in that one mighty blast, because after that I only had a couple of dribbles to go along with the rest of the throbs, which did not make it to my wife's breasts. Still, the load I had sent forth, that one big shot, had given her a good coating.

I needn't have worried about reaching her with my cock and cum, no problem, no problem at all. Catherine didn't let me down as she, just like with her two men before, rubbed my cum all over and around her jutting tits.

I had orgasmed so hard, so intensely, so completely that my cock had gone almost completely soft in Betty's hand. In just seconds. I hoped that she understood.

I even received congratulations from the gang, and one of the men slapped me on the back. I guess I smiled back at him, them, I'm not sure now.

Good boy, Daddy had done as needed. Betty seemed reluctant to release my soft little cock as she milked it and a bit of cum was hanging in a string from the tip. Catherine saved the day by reaching for it and further rubbing it on her tits.

Her favorite ****** had still been into her but was staying up and away from her body. I knew he was good for one last orgasm, and I thought that he would direct either Betty or Billy or both to wipe Catherine dry, and he surprised all of us when he suddenly laid his body over her jutting breasts, smearing and getting cum all over his chest, and began pumping rapidly.

My wife groaned as his lips met hers. Once again a husband, son and ******** were watching Catherine being fucked like only her ****** could manage. He was working her good, at first lying almost completely onto her, then keeping his chest against hers as he raised his lower end up on his knees and really began driving that huge cock into her.

As his ass rose high into the air and returned, my faithful wife was taking it all and seemingly trying for more. This was fucking taken to higher levels than I had ever done with my wife. Her ****** was really using his cock on her now, and apparently feeling very confident in his abilities to please a woman as he leisurely worked his cock into her pussy deeply, sideways, a little bit at a time, all of it at once, over and over he varied his strokes, and in the process getting the maximum feel of my wife's vagina and she worked to match his skills with newly learned skills of her own.

And joyfully it looked like.

Strangely, my thoughts were on how nasty dirty this fuck between my wife and her ****** was now, his lying on her with all that cum, cum from two black men, and a white father and son's load mixed together and squishing and probably feeling all slimy between them. I think it might be further turning them on, I know it was me.

He was fucking my wife good, one last time for both, and as his ass rose high and came down, his body would sort of be sliding back and forth a few inches over hers, and I knew, it was because of that cum coating both their bodies. Catherine looked to be a bit sweaty, and him? He was definitely a bit sweaty, wet all over, cum on the front and a puddle of sweat forming in that indentation between his lower back and ass.

Her legs high up, almost around his waist, my wife came with him, and it was a good one. Catherine was moaning, groaning, digging her fingers into his ass, and finally, kissing him again. Now the ****** had not only used my wife for his pleasure, but he, for a little while, the duration of those kisses, owned her. It was a long kiss, that second and final one.

I think, now, for the first time in my marriage felt a bit insecure. That kiss. My wife. Her ******. Her ****** with that big black cock. A wife I knew, no longer mentally involved with just her husband, and all because of that cock.

Catherine was trembling under him as they kissed, and it looked to me like my wife was in love, not just with his cock, but with him. My insecurity? Also, for the first time, I felt a real pang of jealousy, because that man had so owned my wife, that she had thrown all care to the wind and allowed him to do so, and husband and children be damned.

I think that might have been his motive, his reason for not having her wiped before he laid down. He wanted to own her, to get her to kiss him madly in front of her ****** and sloppy cum from several men was not about to interfere, and time was wasting.

He rose up with his upper body, and we all heard this funny sound, the sound of two cum coated bodies coming apart, sort of like a wet smack. Now he was giving a look over at Betty, she knew and immediately used the cleanest towel to wipe smeared cum from his chest and lower abdomen. It took a while.

There wasn't enough dry towel left to do her mother, and Betty didn't even bother to try as she carefully did the best job she could on the ******'s chest, stomach and pubic hair. That done, he uncunted from my wife and crawled off the bed with barely a glance back at her.

Just like that, he was done with my wife and we could see by the way he looked, no longer hugely aroused. This black man with the shiny black penis that was rapidly beginning to wilt, had violated my wife's body and had enjoyed her in ways that only a husband should be allowed. Plus he had involved both our children in his act.

Now it was over for him, but his act would be affecting the ****** in this home for time eternal.

Since I had exclusively been enjoying her body and affections for years, I was shocked at his reaction after having orgasmed twice within her. This black ****** had managed to penetrate and orgasm not once but twice in another man's loving and faithful wife, my wife, and in front of our two children, and now he was through with her.

Besides putting our son inside her, he had used and abused her, orgasmed twice, and just like that, he no longer had any need for my wife as he left her cum coated body and cunt just lying there.

The fact that she had achieved intense orgasms along with him seemed to make no difference. Perhaps he was so used to having women cumming on his huge cock that it was second nature to him. Now, I was wondering, though they had been masturbated to orgasm, two of the three, do any of the other three plan to take their turn? And what about our ********?

The fucking had lasted for maybe forty five minutes, but those were the worst minutes of my life, and also, the most exciting.

Now we all could see his cock while in the soft condition. Even now, it was impressive, maybe seven or more inches hanging, and that foreskin not only completely down and covering the head, but going a bit beyond, adding to the appearance of length on his long cock. As we all waited to see what would come next, I saw my wife's ****** check his watch and point at it to the others.

Incredibly, and taking the 63 dollars, the TV, a Bose radio, some trinket jewelry and some men's clothing, and we discovered later, some women's underwear, they left, and fortunately for her, they had pretty much left my ******** alone. I was happy about that because she is lovely and her budding breasts were still very visible to me under her nighty.

My ******** Betty. Almost but not yet a woman. Had they ***** her, and I was thinking that all of them had a big cock, it would have been painful to watch, and probably painful for our ********.

I could see what they had missed out on having as I looked at my ******** as she now sat on the bed and hugged with her still undressed mother. My penis was still mostly erect, unsatisfied at the moment after seeing all that sex, and strangely, my desire went from my wife to my ********, and I wondered what she might feel like, what it might be like to...fuck her.

'No dammit man, she's still your ********. Get your mind out of the gutter.' My thoughts went back to Catherine, my formerly innocent wife, and still slimy looking. I wanted to fuck her while she is still coated in cum, but then, with barely a glance over at me, she rose and headed for the shower. The sex was finished, and my cock finally went down all the way.

Billy, still embarrassed, had returned to his room. Yes, his room, where he would lie awake the rest of the night, going over the images in his mind, and masturbating, stroking his six inch penis while not trying to cum and remembering having been inside his mother's vagina while feeling her breasts.

Masturbation was almost a nightly ritual for Billy. His having that foreskin made it so easy to do. Easy to stroke, the ability to run his hand clear up over the head with each stroke because of the foreskin, something a cut man can't do for long unless he uses some kind of lube, and of course the increased feeling he received with each stroke because of that glans leading a sheltered life.

Some doctors, probably being circumcised themselves, actually tell parents that they should circumcise their newborn so as to cut down on the level of masturbation he might do as a teen. That, obviously, is an admission that being uncircumcised results in more sensitivity at the glans.

Billy was just such a boy now turned man. After fantasizing on fucking his mother as he remembered, he would deliberately switch his mind to remembering the feel of that thick black cock in his hand, how powerful it had felt, how much he had enjoyed watching that thick brown foreskin covering and uncovering that thick glans with each stroke, and the feel of the throbbing as it came on his mother.

Finally, near daylight, having run the two scenarios through his mind multiple times, he would groan through an orgasm and doze off.

Back to reality and having to file an insurance claim. Thus, the police.

After getting our stories straight and informing the children, we called the police and they came out and took a report. We tried to act as if it had been a simple break in and robbery. They got the altered details of how many men, what they had said and done, and how much they had taken. They asked about my bruised face, and got a fabricated description of how I had tried to resist at first and been struck multiple times in the face.

The truth of course I could not divulge, how I had been hit in the face just once as I was knocked backward and naked against a wall as the man prepared to fuck my wife.

They kept looking at my wife, her flushed face and I guess her ruffled hair since she had forgotten to comb it out, and they asked her not once but twice, “Are you sure these men did not want or try more? We've had reports like this already from other citizens, and it appears that you got off lucky.”

“How's that officer,” I asked?

“We have had several nighttime break-ins over the past three weeks. Usually, it is just a burglary committed during the day when everyone is gone. But with this group, and it is looking like the same men each time, they break in during the evening when the ****** is home, and in some instances they have ***** the woman.”

He looked at both of us, and lowered his voice though the only people present were two officers, my wife and myself since we had sent the children to their rooms. The way he said it, sort of hush hush and here's the dirty details, I think he was getting some kind of sexual thrill at saying this in front of Catherine.

I couldn't help but notice how he was eyeballing her body anytime he didn't think I was watching. He studied her face, and saw that Catherine was eager to hear more details. To further illustrate the forbidden aspects of that break in, he deliberately went to color.

“The last time they broke in, these black men, three of them stripped a young white wife naked and then took their own clothes off gave her and her poor husband a show by masturbating and waving their erections at both of them before taking turns on her. They made her white husband take off his underwear and sit down near her feet and watch as they each ***** her, one man taking her twice, and at times while one was ****** her, another man would be in her mouth.”

He looked at us, especially at Catherine to see her reaction, and seeing that she was interested in hearing the story, he went on. “What's worse, she had to go to the hospital for surgery."

He paused, and I think he had waited for my wife's question when she said, "Surgery?"

"Yes," he said, nodding as he looked at Catherine. Now he had the opportunity to talk about cocks, big cocks in front of this wife who looked so good.

"They all, according to the little wife, had large penises, larger than her husband she told me privately because her husband apparently didn't want to say or admit it, and at least one of them had been very large, long mostly but also thick and caused her to have minor internal injuries when he took her in the doggy position.”

He paused to study Catherine's face, and when he saw she was listening with apparent interest, he went on. "He was stretching her quite a bit as he used it on her going pretty hard and deep, too deep I guess. Fortunately, when they checked her out at the hospital, she just had some bruising inside and minor tearing at the entrance, her lips, from his being so thick."

When he paused, Catherine came out with maybe the hoped for comment. “Wow. That poor girl. Being young and probably innocent and having to take three men who were probably all too big while her poor husband had to watch. And then she gets hurt on top of all that. I guess we were lucky at this house like you said.”

"That's not all," the detective went on. "Two of the three men also shot a load onto her face. One even aimed some onto her eyeball and laughed about it. It was very humiliating for her, and of course her husband."

I managed to not look over at my wife because that might have tipped him off that we were hiding something, but I am sure my wife and I were both thinking the same thing. She had taken her ******, with some difficulty at first, but survived without damage, physical damage that is. And two of them had orgasmed onto her, and fortunately, not into her eyeball.

The detective went on: “We had two cases where there was a young ******** ******** at home and the robbers did not bother the child, but we figure it is only a matter of time before they go after the ******** along with the wife. You might imagine what effect something like this could have on a young woman.”

He paused to look at both of us, and Catherine commented. “Yes, that would have been horrible to be seeing our little virgin ******** being assaulted.”

He went on: “We suspect that the actual number of rapes might be higher, because some of the families might be choosing to keep that part quiet.”

Again he looked directly at the both of us. “Are you sure you haven't left anything out of your report? Any information you can provide might help us to catch these bastards.”

I think he was sensing the truth as I shrugged and tried to act nonchalant. “I guess they were in a hurry because when the apparent leader pointed at his watch, they cleared out.”

"That apparent leader, did he speak any English?"

"Broken English, with an accent. He sounded like he has only been in this country for maybe a short time."

He looked around at the two of us and then directly at me. “That's good that he decided to leave with his crew. They didn't **** your wife or ******** and that is very lucky for you and I suggest you have a burglar alarm installed in the future and the next time keep your doors locked.”

I had told them about my letting my son in late and forgetting to lock the door. “Yes sir. Thank you. Yes, I am very thankful.” I glanced over at my wife. “We both are.” She turned red.

I was trying to act casual with the police, but I kept seeing it in my mind, her ******'s huge member and my naked wife having to please him in front of her husband and children.

Then the detective had another question. "Ma'am. Could you show me the place from where the men took your jewelry?"

She blushed, maybe not wanting the detective to go into where the **** had occurred. "Oh, it wasn't much. Just some trinket jewelry."

Like a fool, I opened my mouth. "She had an more expensive bracelet, a ****** heirloom, and he let her keep it."

"Oh," he asked? How did you know that?"

I stuttered, tipping him off I think. "When she showed him where the jewelry is kept, she asked him to let her keep it and he agreed."

"Really? That's a surprise. Let me see the piece so I can do a determination on whether it looks valuable or not. I find it hard to believe he would do that. Ma'am," he said, looking at Catherine, "show me where you keep that jewelry while your husband goes around the house with the other detective and helps fill out the report on what else they took, like that T.V."

As I started to walk off with the other detective, the first one added, "Be sure to check all the rooms, maybe even your children's rooms in order to be sure you don't overlook anything missing. That's easy to do, is not notice what's missing the first time you check."

I saw him eyeballing Catherine as I walked off and thought, 'he wants time to be alone with her and she's about to take him into the bedroom.'

Alone with the detective.

She told me later, what had happened while I was detailing the TV and other items to another detective.

"Catherine, " he said to my wife once they were alone in the bedroom. "Show me where you keep that jewelry and how you showed it to him."

"It was over here," she began, "in this closet."

"And where were you just before that, when he told you to show him?

"I was on the bed, I mean, standing by the bed," she quickly corrected. Too quick, and he knew.

"You mean on the bed, don't you? It was after one, the kids had just came home, and you were in bed when they came in. Isn't that the truth?"

She turned red probably. "Yes. I was in bed, we were in bed. We didn't hear them come in until they were right up next to the bed."

"They? How many men came into your bedroom?"

"Three. There were more I guess but we didn't see them, then."

"Were you sleeping?"

Pause.

"You weren't, were you? Were you making love, perhaps?"

Sigh. "Sort of. Getting ready to. My husband was down between my legs, with his head."

"He was giving you oral sex?"

"Yes. I was enjoying what was happening, he was busy, and that's why we didn't hear the men break in, or walk in. We were...involved. I don't know how long they were there, here, in this room, but they were gathered around and looking down and watching when I opened my eyes and saw them."

"So they saw you naked then, and your husband?"

"Yes. Both of us. They were seeing it all. I tried to cover up right away but my husband was between my legs and I couldn't get them together."

"They ***** you, didn't they? And you don't want to tell for fear of what...publicity?"

"I...I didn't want our children to know, as well as anyone else."

"I see. Any chance you might change your mind and let us file a report? There is a good possibility we'll catch these guys and put them away since they are establishing a pattern."

"I....I'd rather not...tell."

"You said there were three men at least, maybe more. They all saw you naked, so how many ***** you?"

Catherine lowered her head. "Just one. He...he seemed to be the one in charge. The other men, three of them I think, just watched."

"Only one ***** you while the others just watched? Your husband was watching too, wasn't he?"

"Yes, after hitting him, just once truthfully, they made him sit on the floor against the wall and watch at first, then he got up and did it on his own."

"I am sure they had erections, those men, and I find that hard to believe ma'am that they only watched."

"They made me, he made me, masturbate them, on my back, with my hands while he was ****** me," she paused, "when he was almost through ****** me. It went on for a while."

"I see. And they climaxed on you, I presume?"

"How do you know all that? It seems like you were there at the time, you know what happened."

"What happened to you ma'am, is almost exactly what happened to another couple, just last week."

"Oh. I understand now."

"Yes ma'am. So as I was saying, when you masturbated them, the other man was fu...****** you, and they orgasmed onto your body. Is that right?"

"Yes. They both orgasmed on my...onto my breasts. It was a mess, actually."

"Not onto your face?"

"No, just onto my..." she looked down at herself, "just onto my t...my breasts."

"How many times did the ****** attack you? Once, on your back, or was there more? It's a pattern, he usually does it to the woman more than once."

Catherine sighed. "It might have been the same man then, as the one you talked about, because he did it to me twice. Or rather, he was on me, then he turned onto his back and made me mount him, and then he turned me over again before he, before we finished."

"You say he did it to you twice, but you just gave a description of three different ways, so which positions did he reach orgasm in?"

When I was on top of him. He aaah, he was feeling my breasts first and then grabbing at my behind when he orgasmed up into me, and then on my back, when I was on my back, he came in me again."

"And where was your husband during all this time?"

"They made him sit on the floor," she pointed, "over there against the wall, and then later, I saw that he was standing and they were letting him watch," she paused, "all of it."

"He was naked then too, your husband?"

"Yes. Like I said, they came in and caught us in the act, in bed."

"They have done this, something like this now to three couples out of five I have interviewed. Made the husband watch while they **** the wife, sometimes making her suck their penises, in your case having you masturbate them. But the interesting thing is, most of the time just one man does the actual ******."

She nodded. "That was the way it was here. Just one man..." she paused, as if remembering.

He knew.

"His penis was big wasn't it? I mean, really big."

Catherine hesitated before answering. "Yes. He was bigger than the other two men by quite a bit."

"And larger than your husband?"

Hesitation. "Do you need to know...that?"

"Yes. It seems to be a pattern. They select white couples or families to rob and assault and apparently get off on displaying their large black penises in front of the wife and husband and showing off."

"Well, if you must know, to establish more of a pattern, they all were larger than my husband, but my ****** was the largest by far."

"Your husband had an erection didn't he? While watching you being *****."

"How did you know? That wouldn't be natural, for a man to have an erection when his wife is being *****, would it?"

"It seems to happen more often than not. The man is seeing his wife being taken, another man, his penis inside her, and the husband becomes erect. It happens partially because he has never seen his wife with another man, and also, he knows what the ****** is feeling as he is inside his wife."

The detective could see that Catherine was very interested in hearing more details. Especially maybe about this part.

"Oftentimes the husband has always had a fantasy of seeing his wife with another man, and lately it seems that those fantasies consist of their wife with a black man. She might be enjoying it while pretending not to, and this **** is possibly fulfilling his fantasy. So don't be disappointed in your husband, when he was erect seeing your ****. That doesn't necessarily mean that he actually wanted it to happen."

"I see. Thank you for telling me that. I was seeing his erection, all that time whenever I looked at my husband he was up, and I couldn't believe that he was enjoying seeing me being *****." She paused, "and with that man being so big, my husband should have been upset, maybe jealous and certainly not aroused."

"He wasn't necessarily enjoying it, just like you weren't necessarily enjoying it, but you were, weren't you?"

"Me? Enjoying it?" She looked stunned.

"Did you enjoy it Catherine. Your being *****?"

She didn't answer, at first.

"You did, didn't you, and just don't want to admit it for various reasons."

"If you must know, yes I did. After a while. I couldn't help it. When they came in, I was already turned on by my husband. Then, when the first man started touching me, I don't know, he was standing beside me when I showed him my jewelry and then he touched my ass and said he wanted to fuck me, came right out with it, and I knew it was going to happen and I started getting excited even before it started.

Then, when he ******* his penis, so thick and long, it scared me, but I wanted to feel it inside. I couldn't help it."

"But he is...was much larger than your husband and when he started ****** you, when he first put it in, did it hurt at first? Seems like that would be the case if you have only been making love to your husband, whom you admit is much smaller."

At this point the interview had gone well beyond the normal level of questions the police ask of a **** victim. But this **** victim wanted to talk.

"It hurt...well, truthfully, it was a little on the uncomfortable side at first, but only at first. After that it was smooth sailing."

"Is your husband the only man you have been intimate with before tonight?"

She looked concerned. "Of course. I've never been with anyone else, never cheated, never even thought about it."

He smiled. "Never even thought about it?"

She sort of smiled back. "Well, you know..."

"Yes, I know. You've been faithful, until tonight when you saw that big penis, his big black penis, and your curiosity got the best of you."

This was no longer an interview between a detective and a **** victim. Now it was an experiment in erotica to see whom would become the most aroused.

"Please," she responded, still trying to hide the truth, "that's not fair, it's not fair to assume that, that the sight of his big penis took charge of my thinking. Like I said, my husband already had me aroused, with his tongue, when those men came in."

"Speaking of being aroused, did your husband know you were enjoying it, that penis inside you? Did he hear you cumming?"

"Yes. Both times, he knew."

"And that's why you don't want to report your ****, is that right? Because you enjoyed it and don't want it to come out in court?"

"That's a big part of it, yes. And also, we don't want the children to know."

"They didn't hear you cumming, are you sure?"

"I'm pretty sure. I might have gotten a bit noisy, but their bedrooms are way down the hall and they keep their doors closed, and ours was closed."

"One last question because this usually happens. Did they have your husband masturbate onto your body when they were finished or maybe make him get on you and start...fucking while they watched?"

Catherine paused, remembering how much had gone on. They were so many details she was omitting, such as her son fucking her, and the rest. "No, he didn't do it, they didn't make him come on or in me, and now that you mention it, my husband was still erect after they left, and I never took care of him. Poor man, he must have been so unhappy, in many ways."

The detective nodded. "Since we won't be using a **** kit to get a sample of the ******'s DNA, you might need to go ahead and take care of your husband's problem when you get a chance." He paused, then, wanting to sound thoughtful and concerned, he added: "It might not be a good idea to admit to your husband how much you enjoyed it. He's going to be a bit jealous in any case about your getting something so much larger than him and enjoying it."

"Yes. I plan to tell him that I really wasn't enjoying it that much mentally but my body was betraying me and I couldn't help it. But please, no report. No scandal, please."

"O'K. Ma'am. I'll respect your wishes. We won't report the ****, just the burglary. But I guarantee you, these men will pay for their crimes."

"Thank you, officer, for not forcing it. I was afraid you'd try to make me testify."

Note readers. Besides a few things above, here is the part Catherine did not relate to her husband.

"No ma'am, that's not my style. Oh, one last question. Did they, any of them mark you, hurt you in any way?"

"No. I don't think so. The ******, he, at times, got pretty rough with me, doing it hard and fast, but I don't think I'm marked up." As she was speaking, she sort of looked down at herself, as if she could see through the bathrobe she was now wearing. "He was feeling my breasts and grabbing hold of my ass, but he never did any of it too hard, except with his cock."

"How about kissing? Did he force kisses on you?"

She paused, then decided to be honest. "They weren't forced, I guess. He put his lips on mine and I sort of...went with the flow."

"Tongues included?"

"Yes, lots of tongues."

"You said he got pretty rough with you. Want me to check for you, see if he or they left any marks?"

He stared at her, hoping.

She knew. "You want to see my body, don't you? You've been looking at me in this robe ever since you came in the door."

His face turned red, now it was his turn. "No ma'am. I mean, we do check for marks, and usually photograph them for courtroom evidence, but if you say there aren't any, I'll go along with that."

"Why don't you check for me, because I'm not sure?" With that, she casually opened her robe and allowed it to drop from her shoulders and onto the floor. There she stood, nude, lovely, and available for his viewing.

"I guess, since four strange men saw me tonight, undressed and more, another man seeing me won't make much of a difference"

"Yes ma'am. Thank you," he said as he stared at her lovely breasts, and down below, her blond pubic zone.

He squatted down. "Why don't you turn around, slowly, and let me view your body from all angles just to be sure."

Smiling now, she revolved, slowly, allowing him plenty of time to admire her fine back, shoulders, and below, that ass. She paused.

"Got it all," she asked, and unseen to him, smiling?

"Yes ma'am. Turn around front please."

"She did, and when she stopped facing him again, he sucked in a gulp of air and heart pounding, daringly said, "Spread your legs."

Catherine not only spread them, she went way out, placing her feet well over two feet apart. Then she giggled. "Is this enough?"

His eyes were wide as he admired her vagina. He moved forward a bit and looked up and into her pussy. "It looks a bit red, maybe tender, but seems to not be torn or anything. At least not on the outside."

"How about now," she asked, feeling ornery and reaching down with both hands, she tugged her inner lips slightly opened?

"Yes...yes," he said, his voice trembling a bit. "Now I can see it's a bit red looking inside, and that's understandable ma'am after what you went through."

"Pull a little harder," he said, his voice almost trembling.

She did, and he got closer, almost touching with his nose. "It still seems to be tight ma'am, the way it looks."

"I...I hope it is," she said with a giggle, "for my husband's sake".

He stood up and sighed as he took in the view of her lovely breasts, right there, just a foot away. Catherine smiled.

"Can I touch them?"

"Yes. I want you to."

Eagerly, but gently, he reached out and felt her breasts, cupping them, squeezing gently, getting to know them as he went.

"Lovely. Absolutely lovely. That ****** was a lucky man tonight. He got to know you, deeply and intimately, and got away with it. At least as far as the **** went."

She looked him in the eyes as he continued to fondle her. "You have my phone number now. My husband works Monday through Friday and I just work four days a week. I'm home every Friday."

His eyes grew wide with delight. "I'll call you Friday. How about say...ten in the morning?"

"That will be fine. My pussy should be ready for it by then." She had laid it right out there, and he beamed.

"You're a bit sore now," he asked, changing his smile so he was frowning, but still fondling her breasts?

"I guess you knew. Yes, I can feel my pussy now and it feels a bit tender, but it's a good hurt. And since you'll undoubtedly be smaller, there should be no problem."

"Smaller? Here it is ma'am." And with that, he let go of her breasts and undid his zipper.

"Wow. Not bad, not bad at all."

He had revealed a penis, hard, that though not as large as the ****** had been, was much larger than her husband. On the end was a knob more impressive even than the shaft. Catherine studied it and remembered how good it had felt when she had been riding that head on her ******'s cock. This one might feel just as good. Catherine was thinking of touching it when he made it easy for her.

"Feel it, just for a second while we kiss..."

She did, felt him, and kissed him, for more than just a second, more like thirty. "I see that you're not circumcised," she said admiringly.

"Your husband is, or isn't?"

"He is, and I think I like this better." She stroked his shaft, but for most of those seconds, she was cupping that thick head in her palm. It sort of reminded her of the custom shifter knob on their stick shift Miata.

"This is gonna be hard to do, but we'd better get back out there," he said, struggling to put his erect penis away.

"And I need to dry my hand first," Catherine said, looking down at how his pre-coital fluid had soaked her palm.

"You could lick it," he said jokingly. Surprising him, she gave it a good lick before smiling at him and then running her tongue over her lips as she swallowed and then went into the bath to wash her hand.

Now back to our story, the parts the husband can relate.

Now, as I have stated, it is Monday afternoon and I am secretly listening to my wife and ********.

“Mom? I'm curious. That man was so much larger than daddy,” she paused, “I saw his...daddy's penis when he was sitting on the floor and also standing near you watching you being fucked and it looked really small in comparison. And then a little later I looked over at my brother and he was big, but still looked small compared to what I had seen you, you have to get on and take all the way inside yourself.

Now tell me because I'm probably sooner or later having to pick a boy, a man for myself and I want to know what you think, now, since you have had two men so different in size.” She paused, “You have only had two,, haven't you?"

I heard my wife sigh. I was no longer peeking around the corner to keep the risk of being discovered to a minimum. “Don't forget I also had your brother. Yes, otherwise only two, and there is a difference.”

“How mommy, how? I want to know.”

“That man was black, they all were, and it is said, I have read, that black men are usually bigger than white men. As you could see as you and I and Billy jacked them off and they came on my breasts that they were all bigger than your daddy and brother.

But I don't want you to go running around and trying black men. Remember, you are only 18. I hope that you wait and stay a virgin until marriage like your father and I did.”

“You were both virgins? You and Daddy? Wow. How could you wait so long?”

“So long? We waited until we graduated, and after a short engagement, got married. We did it the right way, and I was not running around trying boys and...and getting a reputation. And, young lady, I don't want you to be doing that!”

“Mommy, I promise to be good, at least until I graduate, but I don't know about waiting for marriage. I might not have someone I want to marry by then. But I want to know now. What is it like to...can I say it?”

“Yes, go ahead. While we're on the subject, let's get it all out. It's kind of nice to be finally having a women-to -woman talk with you, even it is has to be about sex.”

“What is it like to...to fuck a man, two men, and have them be so much different? Their penis I mean? Oh, and my brother too, he fucked you.”

“Betty, I've never heard you say the F word before! I hope you don't make a habit of it. “

“A lot of the girls say it in school mom. The boys too. Sometimes they aren't even talking about sex, they just use the word, like...'What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Well, don't you start. And I don't want you to start fucking either, for real.”

But what is it like mom? Fucking? Tell me. It doesn't mean I'll be doing anything. I have lots of time.”

I heard a sigh from my wife. “Alright, it's really obvious that we need to have a girl talk. No, make that a woman to woman talk after what you had to see. Your father and I have a good sex life. We get along, he tries to please me and usually does, and I have never wanted to try any other man before...before Saturday night.”

“Did you then? Saturday night, did you want to try that man”?

“NO! Well, no, not at first. You weren't there at the very beginning, but when I heard him say he wanted to fuck me, I got, well, my vagina started to get wet. I was naked by my closet and he was only a little ways away when he said that."

“It got wet? Your vagina? Does that mean you were turned on?”

“Betty. You're so full of surprises. Where did you hear that phrase, 'turned on?'”

“At school mom. Now tell me more. What were you feeling and thinking after your pussy got wet?”

Sigh. “To tell the truth, being honest? I was curious of course. I had never been with any man besides your father and we've been married for almost 20 years, so when I heard that, the crazy thought hit me. 'I can try this man and not be accused of cheating on my husband because it will be a ****.'

I heard my ******** giggle. “Yes, but mother, you would have known what you were thinking and maybe ended up feeling guilty about it even though you weren't guilty of cheating for real.”

“Wise thinking my dear ********. That is what had happened, actually. I enjoyed myself and now I feel guilty because I did. Your father is probably hurt and upset, and I am going to somehow have to fix things between us.

That man was very large, unusually large, and the fact that he was and your father could see that I was enjoying it, having orgasms, might have made him feel inadequate about his cock, and he...”

“His penis mom, his penis, remember?”

“I remember. But you remember that I sometimes call his penis a cock when we are alone and making love. To anyone else, my husband has a penis.”

Giggle. “I remember mom. I was just joking.”

Sniff. “Well, it's really not a joking matter. I really have to get things straight between us, your father and I.”

“OK., Mom, maybe tonight. But now, while I have you here discussing the subject, I want to know. Did that man feel better than daddy because he was so big?”

“I've been thinking about that dear ********, and here is what I have come up with. He did feel better, yes. But...and I emphasize the but...I would not want a cock like that as a steady diet. As a dessert sometimes, yes, but not every day.,”

“Explain Mommy, please...”

“Your father is fine for regular everyday, or night lovemaking. He is large enough to please me. More importantly, he cares about me getting my pleasure and he always waits for me to cum before he does, or usually he does. Sometimes he loses it...giggle.”

“So what about the big one, the 'dessert?'”

“Let's say that I was the cheating kind of woman, which I'm not. I make love to my husband on a regular basis, we are good together and all that. But...it's just like having a steak. You love steak, you get it for every meal, you get used to having it. But sometimes a plain hamburger would be nice. So you go out and get one, a big double patty one maybe, and you enjoy it, and then you don't buy another one for six months. Do you understand what I'm saying?”

“I thought steak was supposed to be better than hamburger.”

“Maybe you misunderstood. I was just saying that your father is like having steak. It's the best, really good, but sometimes you want to try something else, or in this case, someone else. I maybe should have called your father the hamburger and the man I cheat with the steak, but that would make it sound like your father was less desirable.”

“I understand Momma. You love Daddy but you need variety sometimes.”

“I NEVER SAID THAT! I HAVE..." she lowered her voice. "I have never cheated on your father, unless you count Saturday night when it was feeling good to me and I was having orgasms.”

“That's what I want to know Mother. Tell me what an orgasm is like.”

“You've never had one? No, I guess you wouldn't have. It's, it's like you start feeling all warm like inside, down there. As your lover keeps stroking, it is like the pressure within you is increasing. I don't mean his penis, his cock, I mean, the blood is starting to flow inside you more and as the pressure increases, and it is a feel good type of pressure, it keeps building until all of a sudden, it releases!”

“Then what Mommy? Tell me.”

“You, your vagina starts having contractions inside, sort of like a pulsing in and out, or maybe better described, side to side or all around or something. It's like a release, it all lets go at once. My contractions usually last for seven or eight with your father.”

“With Daddy, seven or eight? What about with that man?”

“You have to remember, when I say seven or eight contractions with your father, that is after having been with him for almost 20 years, so he loses the advantage of being new and exciting as a result.”

“I understand that. So with that in mind, the black man was new and therefor exciting, how many contractions were you having with him?”

There's another thing before I answer that. A new man, the first time, he is a mystery. You don't know for sure what size he might be. You don't know what...how he will be in bed. The mystery makes it all the more exciting.”

Sigh. “OK Mom. We keep narrowing it down. Now tell me, how many contractions were you having with the black mystery man who was new.”

“And big.”

“Yes, big. Now, how many contractions?”

“There's something more.”

“Really? More? Are you sure you're just trying to get out of answering me because you don't want to put my father down or something>”

“No, it's not that. I just want to say that besides how many contractions you have with a man, there's also the intensity. How hard you cum.”

“Oh wow. That varies too? I thought they would all feel the same.”

“No way the same. Every lovemaking session, every fuck, is a little different.”

“Even after 20 years of marriage?”

“Yes. It's possible on occasion, such as when your father takes longer to get me started, like using his mouth on me first, and maybe taking longer to do it before he cums and giving me lots of time to build up.”

“You mean the pressure.”

“Yes, something like that.”

'So tell me Momma, and this time I hope you will finally answer my question even though it is going to be a longer answer this time. How many contractions did you have with the black man, and how intense were they?”

I crept closer to the living room door. This I just had to hear.

There was a long pause, maybe 15 seconds before my wife answered our ********. "I really wasn't counting because I was so turned on, very turned on, but it was probably more than ten each time, and very intense. Much stronger in the intensity than I usually have from your father.”

I heard my ******** sort of counting, but not real loud.

“I just counted off ten in my head, slow like about a second apart like the ones you seemed to be having with that man, and ten is a long time.”

“How did you know that contractions are about a second apart if you've never had an orgasm?”

When you were on top of him, I could see your...your butt hole I was going to say but I guess the medical term is 'anus..'”

“Yes, anus.”

“I could see your contractions at your anus when you were making all that noise, moaning and stuff and I knew you must be cumming so I looked at your anus, and sure enough, I could see it making contraction movements.”

“Did you count how many?”

“I didn't think to, but they lasted a long time I think.”

“Promise me dear ********, that you will NEVER tell your father that, and your brother either. If it got to your father that I had experienced orgasms with that black man so much stronger and longer than with your father, it would break his heart and maybe ruin the marriage.”

"Momma. What about my brother? You were telling him how to do it, and you even said he felt good. Did you come near having an orgasm with him?"

"No Betty. Your brother began to feel good, within me, but I never came close to cumming. There were people watching including you and your father and what we were doing, your brother and me was an unnatural act."

"I know that Momma. But did Billy's penis feel good enough to make you cum, if you had been alone with him?

"We would never be doing anything like that alone, unforced. But could I have came with him? Probably, since I was telling him how to fuck me slow and also sideways, he was feeling good enough to get me off in time, just like your father."

Then Catherine paused and thought for a minute. "I don't think your brother could have gotten me off though, right then after me just having had that big cock, I mean penis in me."

Catherine looked at Betty. "Like I said, not a word to your father or your brother about what I said about the size of their cocks, I mean penis. It would hurt their feelings."

“I won't say a word Momma. But I want to do it now.”

“Do what? Have sex? You're way too young, and you're not married.”

“Momma, I'm not too young to know it feels good when I touch myself. And as far as being married, I think we both know now that you don't have to be married to a man to have long and intense orgasms with him.”

“You little smart aleck. Think you know it all now I suppose.”

“No Momma. I want you to show me. With some man, you pick one.”

“Betty! What are you saying? You want me to pick a man? For you? How would I happen to know one?

“You still haven't answered my question fully. I still want to know, does a big cock feel better than a small cock? I heard you about the steak versus hamburger..”

“Alright, I'll say it. Time for time, a big cock, based on my one time Saturday night experience, feels better than a small one. No, let me change that. Better than a smaller one. Your father was smaller, but compared to most men, he's probably not in the small category. Now, satisfied?

“Yes Momma. Now that you've admitted it, I want you to fix me up with a big cock. I jacked that black cock off with my hand and it felt incredible it was so big and when he came, oh Mother I could feel every throb with my hand." She sighed. "Even when he was feeling my breasts, it excited me even more. I actually wanted to lie down beside you at that point and tell him to put it in."

“No dear, forget that. A small one, let me take that back, a normal average like most men including your father is what you need to try first. It will be easier, hurt less, to have your first time with a small or average penis, and then, after you have had the average cock, penis, for a long time, then maybe someday you might try a larger one for fun.

But you need to know this dear ********. You can't tell by looking what size a man is. You take your chances with each and every one.”

“What if he's black? I saw all those black men and they all were big and bigger. Wouldn't that ensure that I could find a big one if he is black?”

“It might increase the odds since black men are generally supposed to be bigger. But no guarantees.”

She looked at our ********. "I'd prefer that you choose an average size man, probably a white one for your first time."

"OK Momma, I'll go along with that, but I'll always be wondering about black men. Now tell me, do you know a white man I can fuck, for my first time."

My wife hesitated, then she said something more that shocked me, and by now I was thinking that nothing else I heard would affect me in that way.

"Well, there is someone. At work. There's this man and he's been coming on to me. So far I haven't given in. It might be interesting if I was to fix you and him up, arrange something, since he seems to be so hot for my body."

She suddenly nodded her head. "I just thought of something else, dear ********. We need to get you in and on the pill. I'm setting up an appointment tomorrow to go in, be checked and get your prescription. You can miss half a day of school."

"Yes Catherine, good idea,' Bud, who was still listening thought. But Bud's mind was heading elsewhere, for now.

Daddy was visualizing some man at his wife's place of employment possibly being a threat now, but what he didn't know was that Catherine had no man at work. What she really had was a detective. One that his ******** had not seen and did not know. And after Catherine had checked him out this coming Friday, she might, just might, introduce her ******** at some future time.

Betty had just turned 18. They hadn't really had a party for her, and the detective just might be a nice birthday present for her.

But her father had someone else in mind for Betty. Himself. Her brother? He was thinking of asking his mother for another go around, in private.

But other plans were in the works. Daddy was thinking why not himself breaking in their ********? After all, with all that had gone down Saturday night, like what they had viewed together, and Betty masturbating him while he cupped her breasts, all the barriers might be down.

Betty wants to see what it is like to be fucked, and not have it hurt the first time? He was willing to fill her need.

Catherine has been fucked by our son, so now why not daddy in our ********?

Billy too had a plan in his head. After masturbating half a dozen times to the thought of fucking his mother, he needed to make it a real thing. Next time they were alone, he was going to ask his mother if they could have another session, in private. But Billy also had another desire now, to see his mother fucking another black man, and maybe in the process he could have a chance to feel and handle that black cock.

A day passed without incidence since they could not get an appointment for Betty with her doctor until Tuesday. On Tuesday Betty saw the female doctor, had her pussy checked, and had been given and filled her prescription for pills. Now she was safe.

Planning begins for A ****** Affair

Tuesday evening, Bud called the children into the living room, where Catherine had already seated herself. Bud and Catherine had talked it over, and came up with a solution to the needs of their children, and maybe themselves.

While talking it over, Bud and Catherine had fucked, more fucked then made love this time, and after a bit of work Catherine had managed an orgasm while fucking, they kissed, it became more like love making, and the marriage was saved.

"Billy? Betty? We've been discussing things, your mother and I, and we have a thought, a plan we think the both of you might like."

"What is it Daddy? Tell us." Betty had spoken first, and Billy had let her finish.

Catherine took it from there. "Betty, you say you want to have sex now, and Billy, I can see, now that you have had sex, you undoubtedly want more, so here is what we're thinking, your father and I."

Betty and Billy, who had been standing till now, sat down together on the couch. This they definitely wanted to hear! Interestingly enough, they had seated themselves only inches apart, unusual for them, and the parents took note.

"Betty, your father wants to break you in, take your virginity." Betty started to speak, her eyes wide, and Catherine shook her head.

"Let me finish. "Besides your father, I personally feel having your daddy do it, break you in, is a good idea. It was forced upon us, but Saturday night we all saw one another naked. Betty, you have seen and felt your father's penis, right up to the point of orgasm while he had his hand on your breasts, and..., well, that's basically it. You've both gone that far, so why not finish and go all the way?"

She turned to look at Billy. "And you Billy, my dear son, you have been inside me, enjoyed me, the feel of my vagina, you also felt my breasts, orgasmed inside me, and I know it was all too quick and there is more you want to do, to learn."

"But...but Mommy," Billy interrupted. "I enjoyed you, and I know it wasn't right, but did you enjoy me after that, well you know, his big penis?"

Catherine tried to look understanding. "It was embarrassing I have to admit, but not as embarrassing as you might think about those men watching. They meant nothing to me. It was mainly you I was concerned about, what you were thinking, and also, whether or not I should show pleasure at having you in me with my husband watching it all."

She glanced over at Bud, and he smiled. "It didn't bother me son. I didn't know if you had ever had a woman before, which as it turned out, you hadn't, and I can't imagine anyone better for you to be having your first time out."

Then, looking into her son's face, Catherine went on. "I know you want to hear it, did I enjoy you? Yes, I don't mind admitting it. There was some enjoyment there, and to tell the truth, the fact that those strange black men were watching us, our forbidden act of...well, I'll say it...fucking, was kind of turning me on. So now, do I really want to do this? Yes. Yes I do."

Billy didn't speak, but his eyes were wide and he had a grin as he eagerly nodded his head. Betty sat motionless, unable to believe her ears as she strained to hear more.

"In a way, both of you, you could say that we already have had sex with one another, so I'm able to say this, make a proposal without...without guilt is probably the best way to say this."

Catherine continued. "Your father and I want to do it right now, tonight, Betty, allow your father to show you how nice and loving sex can be, and not like that perverted spectacle we endured Saturday night. Billy, I know you'd probably like to lie on me, even kiss me, and that element takes what we did closer to what you need to be doing whenever you finally find a girlfriend, maybe a wife.

You can kiss me, and no, not be in love with me, I'm your Mother, but get an idea of how having sex, fucking to be blunt, can be mental, romantic like and not just physical. Besides, after the other night it is obvious that you need training on how to hold back until your woman, whoever she is, manages to reach orgasm. Does that sound like something you'd like to try?

"Yes Mommy, let's go!" Billy reached out for her hand, and Catherine laughed. "Not just yet silly boy. There's more to be heard." She turned her head to Betty.

"Betty, you and I have talked, and you wanted me to find a man for you. I suggested it be someone normal sized and not...not ridiculously overgrown like what you saw used on me the other night. Then, later, you can experiment to your heart's desire, but for now, I can't think of anyone better to introduce you to the way sex is supposed to be between a man and a woman, and that's your father."

Catherine reached out and took her husband's hand in hers. "Your father is very giving, He has a talented tongue, and despite what you saw Saturday night, your father has never left me hanging, I mean, unsatisfied. His penis, and you know I also call it his cock because I'm married to him, is more than adequate to satisfy me as long as he takes the time, and is loving, to make me climax.

So Betty, I know it is not right, not natural, this act we all are going to be doing. It's called ******. But it was forced upon us, we surprisingly enjoyed it, the barriers are down, so for now, let's take advantage! Oh, and one last thing. Betty, never ever tell your future boyfriends if you have more than one, and the man you ultimately marry, that you lost your virginity with your father. That would result in a lot of misunderstanding, and probably create a wall between your man and the rest of your ****** that would be, well, would cause a lot of problems."

"I understand mother. Really I do," Betty said as she also looked over at her father.

Betty smiled and walked over to stand beside her father, who had risen to meet her. "OK Mom. I'm ready when you are. Do we do it together on one bed, or go into our own rooms for now?"

Catherine and Bud exchanged looks. "We felt that the first time, we should all be alone, that way we can have our intimate talks in private. Then later, maybe later tonight, we can all be on the same bed. To be honest, I'd kind of like to see how it looks when your father is on top of his ********. How's that sound children? Do you have any questions before we begin?"

Billy, being a bit slow, asked, "Mom, do you think I could put my...my penis in your butt? I'd really like to try that sometime."

Catherine rolled her eyes, but out of the vision of her son. She glanced at Bud, and he shrugged his shoulders as in, 'why not?'

"You're jumping way ahead Billy, but I might let you do that to me, later. It's kind of a special thing I've reserved for your father, but we'll see. First there are some things I want to teach you how to do, like with your tongue."

"Come on Daddy, it's time!" Grabbing her father by the hand, Betty tugged her father towards her room, leaving Billy and their Mother the marriage bed, apparently. Betty, though Daddy was going to teach her, had plans of her own she wanted to try. With Daddy.

Catherine still had plans for Friday, with the detective. And for now, she planned to have him alone.

But what about that gang?

There is more to this story. The story of a gang, newly formed just weeks ago, and how they planned to combine every home break in with a bit of sex. The 'leader' of the gang, Catherine's ******, was not actually from another country. He was an American citizen, faking an accent, and was using aliens from black nations to aid him in his tours of white neighborhoods.

They were more than willing to follow him along and be directed since it usually resulted in some form of sex and some money. Bud and Catherine's home had been under surveillance for a few nights, along with others. When a spotter for the gang had seen Becky coming home, he had phoned the leader. 'The ******** is home now.'

Between the time the call had occurred and they had come to do the break in, Billy had came home, and when they went in, the burglars were *******, at first, that there was also a young man in the house.

****** the mother, and possibly the ******** had been the plan. But plans can be changed. Surprisingly, both the father and the son had been walking around with erections while watching Momma being *****. That had changed things, and putting the son onto the mother had been great fun, and really a lot of fun when Daddy and then Mommy had started giving directions.

And perhaps best of all, seeing the young ******** masturbating her father and aiming his jizz onto her mother's tits.

A few nights before they had, three of them, fucked a lovely young wife. Fucked her in various positions and sometimes making her orgasm in front of her poor husband until they had sated their desire.

Last night it had been a Momma and a show provided by the son. That ****** had been so enjoyable that the leader was thinking of doing a return visit. He had been watching the news, and reading the paper, and though the robbery had been mentioned, the **** had not.

The ****** knew, that ****** had kept it a secret, only calling the authorities because of the robbery and insurance claims. Go back for more and this time no robbery, just sex, that was the plan. This time the leader was planning on getting the ********'s cherry if she has one, and for fun, putting both daddy and brother on her as well.

In the meantime they had another ****** coming up. A couple with two *********, late teens probably in age.

Readers: I have completed A ****** AFFAIR. on 7 JUNE 2022. Story now posted. Added on a longer, more erotic ending early AM 10 June 2022.