It was late in the afternoon when Amanda pulled into the drive, from picking our two girls up from school. She was usually prompt, and this tardiness led to my curiosity. I looked at my watch as the three piled in the front door, trying to hush their giggles.
“Little late this evening, aren’t we ladies?” I asked trying not to smile.
“Sorry babe, me and the girls had to have a little woman talk, that’s all.”
As the words left her sweet lips they were immediately placed on mine for a little more than sweet kiss. Playfully I swatted her on the rear and told her I’d let it slide this time, but next time I might not be so lenient.
“Yes sir.” She replied, giving me a devilish grin. She always knew just how to push my buttons.
You see, the irony is that I am older than her, not a lot, but enough. I started seeing Amanda when I was 26; the thing is she was only 15 at the time. The details of how we actually met are for another story, just not this one. Short of it is I’ve always had a thing for younger girls, and she just happened to like older men. We saw each other for a while, without her parents knowing of course, for about a year, and on her 16th birthday, she asked me for a present that I, being so in love with her, couldn’t deny her. So, 9 months later Beth was born. Her parent’s were aware something was up about 3 months in as Amanda started to show, and well, we had to come clean. Seems her parents were more forgiving than I thought. Turns out that Amanda’s Father was 9 years her Mother’s senior when Amanda was conceived. It seemed that liking older men ran in her family. So, before Beth’s birth, we were married by the local justice of the peace, and began our life together.
I made sure Amanda finished school. She always joked, saying I was harder on her than her own father was, and anytime I told her she needed to do something she always replied “Yes, Daddy.” with just the right amount of sarcasm and sincerity in her voice to turn me on quicker that gasoline on a fire. We both enjoyed the age difference and what it meant to our sex life. Make no mistake about it I loved her more than life itself, she was no sex toy by any means, it's just that we shared a mutual enjoyment for each other’s body, as well as everything else. A few years later our second little girl, Crystal, was born. Seeing as how I had a good job and had been with the company long enough I decided a transfer was in order, to a quieter location, closer to an upscale private all girl’s school, and settled in, happy as could be.
As the years passed my Amanda stayed as beautiful to me as the day I met her. Our little girls, fastly becoming little women had taken after their mother, both with sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, and just a slight trace of freckles. My love for younger girls led me to taking in longer glances of my girls when ever the chance afforded. I loved my wife, and our sex life was as wonderful as it had ever been, but the sight of young, teenage flesh drove me crazy, even if it was my own daughters. Add to this equation the fact that I did send my girls to an all girl school, and yes they wore uniforms. This paired with the looks of their mother sent my cock raging almost anytime they were near. My wife enjoyed the benefits of these “fantasies” and I was grateful she was more than willing to oblige, although I dare never mention to her my thoughts.
Now, back to where I started. Sorry for the history lesson, but I feel as if it gives what I am going to tell you more of a background.
Amanda had sent the girls upstairs to wash up for dinner and she and I went to the kitchen to set out the take out she had brought in. Her way of “making up” for being late she said. She also said she'd make up for it later as well, which I assumed meant a great night of sex. I was only partially right. As I set out the plates, I hinted that I wanted to know what was said during this woman talk.
After enough not so subtle hints, she began.
“Well, if you must know, we were talking about boys, after all you know Beth’s 16th birthday is coming soon, and well, Crystal won’t be far behind, so I figured it was a good time for a motherly talk.”
“Is that so? A motherly talk, huh?"
She cut her eyes at me and grinned that devilish smile again.
“If you don’t stop looking at me like that young lady, you know exactly what will happen to you, don’t you?”
She blew me a kiss and told me good things come to those who wait. I finished setting the table as she got the food set out and I quickly sat down at the table to wait for my girls and to conceal the hard on that was quickly growing.
“Daddy must be hungry; he’s already at the table.” Beth said as she laughed her girlish laugh rounding the corner.
“Yea, Baby, Daddy's very hungry.” Amanda said, trying not to laugh as she sat down beside me, running her hand up my thigh and into my lap. I smiled back at her, and tried as best I could to change the subject. Maybe if I could just manage through dinner, I could excuse myself for a shower and relive some of the tension building at the base of my cock.
I tried to think of other things, tryied to focus on the dinner table small talk that was going on but I guess I must have had a more pained look on my face than I realized because Beth spoke up.
“Is everything ok Daddy? You look a bit flushed.”
“No baby girl, Daddy’s fine, just got a few things on my mind, that’s all.”
“Awe, poor Daddy. You work awfully hard taking care of us. Why don’t you go take a hot shower and try and relax, I know that helps me when school gets to me. Me and Crys will help Mom clean up in here.”
My girls, I wouldn’t trade them for anything in the world. How could I disagree with three smiling, angelic faces all nodding in agreement?
I made my way out of the kitchen and up the stairs to the master bath. Before I was far up the stairs, but far enough to be out of view I paused for a moment to listen. Between the clinking of dishes and the sounds of running water I could barely make out them whispering and giggling. I had a feeling this would be an interesting night.
Inside the bathroom, I pulled my shirt over my head and unbuttoned my jeans. I let them fall to the floor and soon my boxers were in a pile on top of all the other clothes. I stood there for a moment, looking at myself in the mirror. Now I’m not going to be the next underwear model you see on a billboard, but I do try to keep in shape. I’m active, and if I do say so myself I’m in pretty damn good shape for a 43 year old guy. Without thinking my hand slowly slid down my stomach and began stroking myself, trying to relieve some of the tension that had built up over the course of dinner. Between my wife running her soft hand up and down my thigh, and my two beautiful daughters across the table from me, still in school clothing, I could have drilled through concrete with no hands by the time I got away from the table. Still having my head about me I figured it best if I got in the shower to continue this, seeing as I had already been in the bathroom for 10 or 15 minutes, and there was still no water running.
The hot water actually did feel good running over my chest and down my back. It had been a long day, not counting dinner, and I was ready for some relaxation. Work really had been getting to me this week, and I was looking forward to the weekend. I closed my eyes and just stood there up under the cascade of hot water, my soapy hands roaming my body. I guess I must have spaced out for a while, how long I don’t know. Slowly coming to myself again I started to realize that there was another pair of hands roaming my body. I suppose she felt my body tense just a little because she decided to speak up.
“Sorry baby, didn’t mean to startle you, I just figured you could use an extra hand or two.”
My wife has this voice, than when she’s aroused could make the Pope forget his religion. I relaxed again.
“I didn’t even hear you come in babydoll, guess I must have just relaxed totally.”
“Not all of you.”
She slowly slid a hand down and wrapped her fingers around my still stiff cock. I smiled as she raised herself up to place those soft, sweet lips on mine, kissing me as her hand began a slow rhythm on my member. Gently, her tongue eased its way out of the confinement of her mouth and slowly began to playfully lick at my lips, I pulled her closer to me and let our tongues play with each others just a second before she pulled back from me and grinned that devilish grin again.
Before I even had a chance to protest her pulling away, she had already begun slowly kissing her way down my chest, her skilled tongue darting in and out of her mouth to leave little licks in between her kisses. I just closed my eyes, because I knew what was next.
With one hand wrapped around the base and without a moment’s hesitation her warm mouth enveloped my hard cock in an instant. Being well used to my size it wasn’t long before I could feel the back of her throat, her mouth gently sucking at my shaft while her free hand gently massaged my balls. If there was only one thing my wife could do it was suck cock. Fortunately for me this was only one of her many talents. She’d slowly slide her lips back till just the head was in between her lips. She’d roll her tongue around for just a moment and then back down she went. She knew just when to speed up and slow down. I just leaned my head back, the hot water running down my back and a devilish angel sucking hard on my cock. It wasn’t long before I felt that surge deep inside and I knew it wouldn’t be long, or so I thought.
Without warning I felt, or should I say didn’t feel, anything else. Reopening my eyes and looking down I saw Amanda just kneeling there, looking up at me as if nothing had been going on, just a coy smile parting those sweet lips I now so dearly missed.
“C’mon baby, why’d you stop?”
“Oh, I’ll finish, I promise, but …..”
But? How could there be a but? “But what?” I asked, trying to speed things up.
“You have to promise me something first.”
At that, she wrapped her delicate hand around my shaft and began stroking ever so slowly.
“What? You know I’d do anything for you; you don’t have to make me suffer like this to get it? This is just cruelty.” I tried to smile as I said it, even though I was dying here.
“ I know love, but this isn’t for me.”
“Then who?” I asked, now more confused than I was before.
“Beth.”
“Beth?” I looked at her a little funny. “What’s Beth got to do with this?”
“Well, she wants something for her birthday. I already said she could have it if you agreed so ….. I need you to agree. For her.”
I didn’t figure it could be anything to bad, I mean I was making decent money; I could afford an extravagant present if I had too. At this point I would agree to anything to end this suffering.
“OK, OK, whatever she wants, it's hers, now can we please finish what we started before all of this?”
“But you don’t even know what it is yet, how can you agree?”
Maybe I should have listened to her then, but if I had, I wouldn’t be writing you this in the first place, and what fun would that be?
“I don’t care what it is.” I said, sighing heavily at my frustration.
“Are you sure?” She said, making a sweet sound with her voice that I don’t think anyone can duplicate.
“Yes baby, I’m sure. I’d do anything for my girls too, and if she really has her heart set on it, how can I say no, right? I mean a girl only turns 16 once.”
“When you’re right, you’re right baby. I’ve made you suffer long enough I suppose. Although you are so damn cute when you’re all bothered.”
She giggled at her remark, and I couldn’t help but smile. No matter how worked up she got me, she never ceased to make me smile.
With a renewed sense of purpose, she popped my swollen cock head back into her mouth, her soft, velvety tongue doing indescribable things to my shaft on each up stroke. Her hands slowly slid to my backside, and her fingernails dug into my flesh as I watched her pick up the pace. She wasn’t teasing anymore, she had one thing on her mind, and that was making me cum. My cock throbbed inside her mouth as my hips started bucking into her, meeting her as her lips would reach the base of my cock. I tensed up, and her nails dug deeper, knowing what was coming next. My hands instinctively went to her head, my fingers tangling into her hair as I held her down on my cock. Within seconds, my hot seed was pumping into her eager mouth, her tongue milking my cock for every drop, her mouth almost nurseign on my hard on. I came for what seemed like hours, feeling an immense sense of release. My whole body shivered and I had to catch myself on the shower rail to keep from falling. She held my cock in her mouth until it slowly softened, still nursing at it like a baby, trying to get the last bit of cum out. Slowly she pulled back, letting my now flaccid cock free from its delightful imprisonment. She stood up and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek and told me to enjoy the rest of my shower. I tried to catch my breath as I watched her step out of the shower and slip into her robe, and softly close the door behind her. I finished up my shower, feeling now completely relaxed with not a care in the world. I felt like the luckiest man alive. I just didn’t realize how lucky I was ….. but I would soon enough.
