DAD HELPS HIMSELF

I am sitting here in the morning sharing with you what 
happened last night. I have always enjoyed reading the 
"wife sharing" stories. My wife was always "put-off" by 
them, so the events of last night were quite a 
surprise. Clearly my wife just needed the right 
situation for a change of perspective. 

We had some friends over for dinner last night, as my 
parents were in town visiting. We all had a great time 
as the drinks and wine flowed a bit to freely. When I 
went to put our two sons to bed, around nine, it was 
clear I had a little too much to drink. After they were 
down, I sat down upstairs for what I thought was just a 
moment. Two hours later I woke up with a start.

I hadn't said good night to our friends or helped with 
any of the clean-up. My wife would let me have it for 
certain. As my "fog" lifted I could hear muffled voices 
from downstairs. I shuffled out of our room unsteadily, 
over to the railing on the second floor landing, which 
looks out over the family room.

It took a few seconds for me to focus on the scene 
below me. There at one end of the sofa sat my wife, 
Mary. My dad was sitting very close to her. They were 
alone in the room and the house was otherwise quiet. As 
I was orienting myself, my Dad reached for Mary's 
breasts, and touched them briefly while she pushed his 
hand away.

My Dad is 67 but is still quite charming with women. He 
had always been a playboy, so much so that my mother 
almost kicked him out a few times. While he always 
complimented my wife, he had never acted improperly 
before. Now my wife looked uncomfortable as he again 
reached for her breasts. She put her hands across her 
chest, denying him access.

"Oh Mary, come on. I'm very good at making women feel 
good," he smiled at her.

"I'm sure you are Frank," she said as she pushed his 
hand away, again. " You shouldn't do this. Your wife is 
in the next room and my husband is upstairs."

"We both know they're passed out. Neither of them 
should have had those after-dinner drinks. Mary, you 
are such a beautiful woman, please give me this one 
pleasure, no one will ever know," he continued as his 
hand went back up to her breast."

This dance continued for a while. I was amazed that my 
wife didn't get up and walk away. But as they sat there 
a story emerged that must have been what they had 
talked about for all this time. About my fathers desire 
for Mary. How he did not get much sex from mother 
anymore. How he had felt so much desire for Mary that 
night. Watching her body move during dinner. To my 
surprise Mary seemed to be taking it in. His hands 
seemed to linger slightly longer before she pushed them 
away. As he spoke I groggily recalled that he had fixed 
the after dinner drinks from a "secret" recipe he had 
recently learned.

Mary seemed spellbound by what he said. Clearly pushing 
him back at his improper behavior, but still responding 
to it. 

"Let me at least give you a kiss," he requested.

My wife shook her head with a sigh. But as her head 
turned away my Dad moved his hand back to her breast. 
It remained there just slightly longer. As Mary brushed 
it away, she agreed to a small kiss.

Needless to say I was speechless as I watched my Dad 
lean over her, slowly and give her a gentle kiss on the 
lips. He held the kiss for just a few seconds and moved 
back before she could push him back. I then noticed 
that one or more of the buttons on her blouse were 
open.

My Dad leaned close, where he could see in the gap of 
her blouse. He almost whispered to her, "That was so 
nice. Such soft, warm lips. That wasn't so bad for you 
was it ?"

"No it was fine Frank," she replied somewhat huskily, 
"Now that I kissed you can we behave like adults?"

"OK you're right. But... please, just one more kiss," 
he implored.

My wife sighed and started to shake her head no. But as 
he leaned over again she did not try to move away. 
Instead she looked at him nervously and licked her 
lips.

He kissed her. This time with more passion, slowly 
opening his mouth. A reluctant moan escaped from her. 
Then things started to move faster.

He leaned even more in to her, pinning one of her arms 
against the sofa. Her other hand came up to his 
shoulder but did not seem to be pushing very 
forcefully. His hand moved to the top of her breasts. 
He caressed them over her silk blouse which he had 
unbuttoned. Mary's hand moved from his shoulder to the 
hand massaging her breasts, trying to dislodge it. As 
she broke the kiss he moved to nuzzle her neck.

"Frank, oh god, please no," she panted.

He let her move his hand slightly, and as she relaxed 
he slipped it into her blouse, and, judging from her 
shudder, into her bra and onto her breast. His hand 
remained there, massaging her breast. He was gentle but 
firm. She seemed to be trying to move his hand, but she 
didn't put up much of a fight.

"Mary you are so wonderful... so soft... you feel so 
good," he gasped as he kept his face at her neck.

His hand began moving her breast in a circular motion. 
Then it "slipped" and slid down to her lap. She grabbed 
at his hand but then let it rest back on her breast. He 
had, however, succeeded in pulling Mary's skirt up on 
to her thighs. 

Still nuzzling her neck his hand moved back to her lap. 
Once more she caught it, but slower than the first 
time.Once again Dad succeeded in moving her skirt 
further up her legs. This time her thighs were mostly 
exposed and her legs were slightly parted. Dad moved 
from nuzzling her neck to kissing and licking her ear, 
one of her weak spots. When she began to squirm he 
moved his hand back between her thighs.

I had expected her to once again catch the invading 
hand. Instead, Frank slid his hand between her thighs 
and up under her skirt. The way his arm began to rotate 
it was clear his hand was touching her pussy, she 
leaned her head back on the sofa and covered her eyes 
with her arm. 

"Oh ...my... God..." she moaned, "please... be 
...careful."

"Oh Mary, I will," he answered.

With that exchange I felt almost a jerk in my gut. 
While my feet remained riveted to the floor my hands 
moved to my steel hard cock and began to slowly squeeze 
it.

Meanwhile Dad eagerly moved his hands back to her 
breasts. His hands had a slight tremble to them as he 
finished pulling her blouse open and unsnapped her bra. 
Her big, beautiful breasts spilled out. Her nipples 
were protruding and stiff. Her breasts were full and 
hard, the way they get when she's aroused. He gazed at 
them for a moment, then pushed them together from the 
sides, so that the nipples were almost touching. 

Leaning over he began sucking first on one nipple and 
then on the other. As he moved faster back forth Mary 
began wiggling and shaking. A steady moan escaped from 
her lips. Just as I thought she would orgasm from the 
nipple stimulation he slowed down and leaned back.

Mary groaned and reached out to pull his head back. He 
caught her hands and placed them back on her breasts. 
She resisted at first but he insistently directed her 
hands to massage her breasts.

"That's the way my darling, squeeze those beautiful 
breasts together. Hold them out for me....pinch those 
nipples," his voice slowly taking on a more 
authoritarian tone. As he urged her on, Mary seemed to 
be lost in her own arousal, less and less aware of her 
surroundings.

While she continued to caress her breasts, he pulled 
the zipper on the side of her skirt down. "Pull on 
those delicious nipples, show them to me," he directed. 
Mary, her eyes closed shut, milked her breasts, 
presenting the nipples to my Dad.

As he leaned over to suck them he placed his hands on 
each side of her hips. "Raise your hips," he commanded, 
his lips inches from her nipples. As she complied he 
slid both her skirt and her panties down to her knees. 
while he kissed and sucked her nipples he continued to 
work her skirt off.

When her skirt was off he sat back and paused, looking 
at my wife's shaved pussy. "So beautiful," he stated, 
almost under his breath. He reached out and gently 
traced her pussy lips with his forefinger. She was very 
wet. With his other hand he he began to massage her 
clitoris, gently rubbing it between his thumb and 
fingers. Mary moaned a long low "Nooo..."

At that he took his finger from her pussy and painted 
her lips with the moisture. She shook her head and I 
thought for a moment the spell was broken. But when 
Frank moved his hand back to her pussy he inserted two 
fingers and moved them in circular motion while still 
manipulating her clitoris with the other hand. Soon 
Mary's hips began to buck toward his fingers. Again he 
removed them. This time he forced them between her 
lips.

"Suck them," he commanded. When Mary hesitated he 
repeated his command. Soon I could see her cheeks 
hollowing. She was sucking on his fingers. 

"That's it, my naughty girl suck hard," my Dad 
whispered. "Keep pulling on your nipples while you 
suck."

He again pulled his fingers from her mouth but this 
time he slowly inserted four fingers into her pussy 
twisting them back and forth. Mary groaned at the 
intrusion. Soon, at his insistence, she was bucking and 
pushing against his hand. Just as she seemed to be at 
the point of no return, he pulled his hand back so that 
the tips of his fingers were at the entrance to her 
pussy. Mary moaned and pushed harder toward his hand. 
Dad pushed his hand in and then pulled it back again. 

They continued this back forth dance for several 
minutes. On one of Mary's more forceful pushes Dad 
turned his hand, slightly spread his fingers and pushed 
forward. Mary grunted and tried to pull back but she 
had no leverage. Dad resumed his manipulation of her 
clitoris and then what he said to her caught me 
completely by surprise.

"I think you like my fingers up your ass, don't you??" 
he implored. Mary said nothing but she was beginning to 
move in rhythm with his fingers. My Dad had somehow 
managed to get at least two of his fingers up my Mary's 
ass and keep them there. Again I felt a strong twist in 
my gut. But my hand seemed to act on its own, jerking 
and squeezing my rampant cock, which was now out of my 
pants.

"Imagine its two cocks fucking you," he suggested. "My 
little slut would like that, wouldn't she?" With those 
words she moaned loudly, and began to shudder. At that 
moment he pulled both his hands away, opened the front 
of his pants, freeing his cock and moved back towards 
her breasts. Mary was on the edge of orgasm but the 
pause cooled her ardor slightly.

Dad shifted his body and moved to straddle her waist. 
Moving forward so that his thick, hard cock was 
positioned between Mary's breasts, he slowly pumped it 
back and forth as he directed her to squeeze her 
breasts together. Mary kept her eyes closed and her 
head passively turned, but her beautiful breasts began 
to pillow around his cock.

He slowly began to piston his cock between her soft 
breasts. All the time he was imploring her to squeeze 
her breasts and pinch her nipples. Again Mary began to 
pant and she held her head to the side with her eyes 
closed. Dad leaned forward placing his hands on either 
side of her head. This brought his cock very close to 
Mary's chin. As his cock approached her chin he turned 
her head and the head of his cock brushed her lips. 
Mary opened her eyes with a start as the pistoning cock 
again approached her lips.

"Kiss my cock!" he commanded.

As she opened her mouth to protest, he smoothly slipped 
the head of his cock into her mouth. He paused his 
pumping, holding her head still.

"That's it my nasty slut, now lick my cock. Lick it," 
he said gruffly.

Unbelievably Mary held the cock in her mouth and 
appeared to be tonguing it. I was stunned. First he had 
fingered her asshole, then he tit-fucked her and now he 
was slowly convincing her to suck his cock. As far as I 
knew my Mary had never even fantasized about those 
activities, let alone engaged in them.

Again he commanded her to suck his cock. She paused and 
then her cheeks began to hollow. She was sucking his 
cock! As she did he leaned into her a little more, 
slipping more of his cock into her mouth. Her eyes 
widened, but she continued to suck. He slowly pulled 
back and when she would gasp for air he would slide it 
back into her mouth a little deeper. Before too long he 
had about half of his fat cock in her mouth.

When it seemed that they were both about to come he 
lifted up off her chest and moved back between her 
legs. His left hand moved back to manipulate her red 
and flaring clitoris. With his right hand he held his 
cock and rubbed between my Mary's pussy lips. She 
gasped and put up her hands defensively. 

It looked for a moment like she might resist. However 
Dad easily slid his entire cock into her well 
lubricated pussy with one push. They both groaned 
deeply as he hit bottom. From my point of view I could 
see his cock and balls tightly stretching her 
glistening pussy lips. That incredible sight is 
permanently etched in my minds eye.

"Oh...Oooooh," she moaned, staring at the ceiling.

My Dad was fucking my wife! His hips were moving at a 
surprisingly steady pace for someone of his age and 
weight. Her wet pussy made sounds as their sexes 
pounded together. My Dad started whispering in her ear. 
As he did she started moaning and bucking up to meet 
his thrusts. As their pace increased they slid to the 
side of the couch.

He kept moaning her name. She just kept moaning. The 
sounds from the scene in front of me seemed to go on 
forever, but it had been only a little more than minute 
when his thrusts became more deliberate, slower and 
deeper. He was about to cum. for just a brief moment my 
wife regained some control.

"I'm not...uh, unh... pro..tected," Mary grunted.

"Nnghh..." my Dad groaned as he slowed his thrusting 
with some difficulty. He slowly withdrew his cock from 
her pussy. Mary seemed to protest and reached for him. 
As she did he lifted her legs higher and positioned his 
cock at her anus. As he pushed the head in Mary 
realized what he was doing and tried to wiggle and 
squirm. Dad told her firmly to push down while he 
continued to push his cock forward. It appeared that he 
was making progress! My Dad was sliding his cock into 
Mary's ass. 

Dad stopped moving and appeared to have fully inserted 
his cock in her ass. Marry had stopped protesting but 
was now panting for air. When her breathing slowed my 
Dad reached for her clitoris and began slowly rolling 
it between his fingers. Soon Mary was moaning 
continuously. Dad began thrusting into her ass. Slowly 
building speed. He was quickly building toward his own 
orgasm.

Dad thrust in once more, deep, with a moan that seemed 
to come from every cell in his body, and shook in 
orgasm. His hands groped for her tits, his body arching 
up. Then I saw my wife's chest. She had the tell tale 
red blush spots that told me she had just orgasmed. She 
was also biting her lip, trying not to gasp out loud. 
Dad thrust into her a couple of times with his spasms.

Then he collapsed, rolling off of her. I don't know at 
what point I had pulled my own cock out, but when I saw 
his sperm run out of her ass, I came.

Their act had been one of sex and sudden desire. 
Neither of them seemed to want to linger. They cleaned 
up quickly and left for bed. I hurried in before them 
to resume my place slumped in the chair.