In for a Pound by Fatdog25

In for a Pound by Fatdog25

Dive into “In for a Pound” by Fatdog25, an enticing adult tale that unfolds with passion and unexpected twists. Follow the characters as they explore desire and boundaries in a thrilling narrative that will keep you on the edge of your seat. Don’t miss this captivating journey of sensual exploration!

Squick alert: Incest, anal, voyeurism, wife swapping, group sex

This is one of those ideas that wouldn’t leave me alone until I got it out of my head. It isn’t one of my usual stories, I’m kinda sorry about that, but now that it’s done I can get back to writing what I usually do.

To tell you the truth, sometimes it’s fun to write one of these. Or so my muse tells me.

Every person engaging in sex in this story is over the age of 18. This is a work of erotic fiction and any similarity to actual persons, places, or events is unintentional and coincidental.

Don’t go violating people’s privacy, folks. Not cool. Definitely illegal.

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It was the last normal Saturday we would ever have.

Gina, my wife of nearly thirty-five years, had insisted on dragging me to the local home improvement store to stock up on her gardening things so she could start her spring planting.

We had unloaded everything from the car and stacked it in the garage, she was headed to the back door to put some decorative doodads on the table while I headed for the bathroom to take a leak. After completing that task, I headed to the kitchen to grab a beer before heading to the patio to fire up the grill.

As I walked into the dining room, Gina was staring intently through the patio door, still holding the table decoration. Something was off with her and it concerned me. We weren’t getting any younger.

“Hey, babe, are you all right?” When she didn’t even blink in acknowledgment, I walked around the table toward her.

She never moved, she just continued to stare out the door. I touched her arm. “Gina? You okay?” Her face was pale and her mouth was slightly open. Her breathing was a little forced.

“Gina, what the fuck? Say something.” I was scared now. Both pupils were the same size but they were wide, hiding almost her entire iris.

She turned to look at me as if she had never seen me before in her life. She then turned her attention back to the patio.

Reflexively, I glanced out the door and I felt like I had been gut punched. Our twenty-year-old son Jeff was reclined on one of the chaise lounges, his back to the patio door, and he was buck naked. He had his phone in his left hand and his cock in his right, slowly stroking away. He was watching a video of Gina and his sister Amy cleaning the pool in their bathing suits.

As I watched, he began picking up speed as the video zoomed in on their crotches as they squatted down. Gina’s suit had shifted slightly and the swell of her outer pussy lip was visible. His cock lurched and he started shooting long streams of cum onto his stomach and over his hand.

Gina continued to stare, transfixed. Her breathing was labored, like she was about to orgasm along with him. Jeff kept milking his boner until it was empty. He turned off the video, removed his headphones, and pulled his discarded shorts from under his ass.

I pulled Gina away from the door before he turned around and saw us. The poor kid would probably die from embarrassment if he found us watching him stroke one out.

Jeff cleaned himself up and started gathering the rest of his things to come inside. I pulled Gina down the hall and got her into our bedroom just as the patio door slid open.

I sat her down on the bed and headed back down the hallway to the garage. I met Jeff in the dining room, he gasped in surprise, and immediately covered his crotch.

“Holy shit, Dad, when did you get home?” He looked guilty. He always did when he knew he did something he wasn’t supposed to. I pretended to be distracted and not notice he was naked.

“Just now. Mom ate something that didn’t agree with her. She’s in the john and then she’s going to lay down for a while.” It wasn’t the best excuse but it was what I thought of first.

“That sucks. Does she need anything?” Jeff was a great kid. Smart, hard working, just like his siblings. Gina doted on her youngest and he returned the favor.

“I think she’ll be fine, she didn’t eat a lot of it before she figured out there was something wrong with it. She just needs to get it out of her system.”

“Let me know if I can help, okay?” I hated getting him worked up over a lie but until I defused Gina, he needed to stay away.

“Sure. I’ll start the grill in a bit but don’t expect Mom for dinner.”

He nodded and turned to let me pass. I heard his naked ass scrape against the wall.

He stood there until I walked into the kitchen and he hauled ass down the hall. I heard a door close and breathed a sigh of relief.

We had raised our children to respect other people. What Jeff had done was almost the worst thing possible, according to Gina. To her, there was porn and then there was invasion of privacy. Recording somebody for the purpose of getting off, in her opinion, was no different than sexual assault. I wasn’t sure it was comparable but I also wasn’t likely to be videoed for that purpose. If that was how she felt, then she was right.

With three beautiful daughters, we had that conversation frequently with the boys when they were younger. In fairness, we were forced to have that discussion with our daughters as well a couple of times.

I knew that video had been taken yesterday evening. Amy and Jeff were home for the summer from Texas Tech. I had no idea where Amy had gone today, she was asleep when we left and her car was gone when we came back. I was just glad she wasn’t home and caught him. The neighbors definitely would have called the cops because she would have murdered him.

I brought the rest of the stuff out to the patio that belonged there. Heading back down the hallway, Jeff’s door and our door were still closed.

I closed our door behind me. Gina was sitting right where I left her. Her breathing had returned to normal but her face was flushed and her pupils still huge.

“Hey, babe. You okay?” I squatted down in front of her so I could look into her eyes and see how she was behaving.

Gina licked her lips quickly. “Yeah, Jimmy. I’m okay.” Her voice was slightly rough.

“You sure? You seem off a little.”

“I’m okay, just surprised is all.” She kept trying to avoid looking at me. Her legs were slowly swinging back and forth, crossed at the ankles. Physically, she seemed normal but mentally, she was definitely someplace else.

“He’s in his room now. At least Amy didn’t catch him or we’d have a body to get rid of.”

Instead of laughing, she gave me a serious look. “That’s good.” Yup, she was still freaked out.

“I’ll talk to him later. He knows better.”

“Okay,” was accompanied by another serious look.

I started changing into shorts and a T-shirt for grilling. Gina changed into loose-fitting shorts and a T-shirt as well.

“You think maybe you should lie down for a bit? You seem off.”

“No, babe. I’m good, promise.” That response was very close to normal.

I quickly explained our cover story and repeated that I would talk to him about what he did. I had no idea what I was going to say but I’d do my best to fix it.

Her only response was “Okay.” Something wasn’t right here but I couldn’t figure out what it was.

I headed out and started the grill. The chicken had been marinating all day and I pulled it from the refrigerator to take outside. Jeff wandered into the kitchen and Gina dropped the salad tongs.

When she bent over to pick them up, she bent at the waist and we both got an excellent view of her lower ass cheeks. Her face was slightly flushed when she straightened up but otherwise, she seemed normal.

Jeff’s voice was off when he asked Gina, “Are you feeling better now, Mom?”

“Yes, honey. I am.” It didn’t quite sound like it but she seemed functional.

I grilled the chicken and brought them back in. Jeff was seated on one side of the island and Gina was bending forward on the other side. Her shirt had sagged at the neck and Jeff was getting a great view down her shirt. He wasn’t staring but he was definitely looking.

Amy, our youngest daughter, came in just as we were sitting down. She exchanged looks with Jeff, who managed to look guilty, embarrassed, and eager at the same time.

Throughout dinner, it seemed as if Gina had an opportunity to give Jeff a downblouse view, she took it. He didn’t waste any of them, either. Amy seemed disinterested in what was going on, participating in the conversation just enough to be polite.

After the table was cleared, leftovers put away, and the dishwasher started, Amy announced she was going out. Jeff asked if he could tag along and Amy said yes. They left to get ready while Gina and I found something on TV to watch.

I reminded both of them he was underage as they left. I really wasn’t that worried, it was just a habit at that point. He was not much of a drinker.

Gina watched her shows but I didn’t think she could have told me what she watched. About eleven, I couldn’t stay awake anymore so I announced I was headed to bed. Usually, she would stay up to finish whatever she was watching but tonight, she shut everything down and helped me clean up before going to bed. We left a couple of lights on for the kids and headed down the hallway to bed.

We did our thing in the bathroom, crawled into bed, said our “I love you”, and I turned out my lamp. Thirty seconds later, her foot was rubbing against mine.

Ah, yes. The house was ours. We rolled toward each other and her mouth sought out mine. I ran my hand up her leg to discover she wasn’t wearing a thing under her nightshirt.

Her hand snaked inside my boxers and I immediately started getting hard. Her nipple was nearly as hard as my dick as I fondled her breast. I pulled her into a sitting position and peeled the nightshirt off.

Whispering “Eat my pussy,” she laid back and spread her legs. I was more than happy to comply. She was wet, far wetter than usual at this stage of foreplay. I loved her taste and usually spent most of our lovemaking eating her out.