To the side of the bed, on a tripod, a video camera was mounted. This was nothing new. We both liked recording our sexual activities, but it was usually me who pushed for it, rather than her.
“Stay there.” Julia whispered. Her hand went to the slit in her bra and she began to tease a nipple, pinching and rolling it with her fingers, before lying back and paying similar attention to her other breast. “Mmmm …” she moaned, arching her back and closing her eyes.
One hand abandoned the erect, brown nub, leaving it exposed through the silky fabric, contrasting magnificently with the white silk. The fingers wandered down, over her stomach, to the split in her knickers, finding her lips and parting them, showing me the pink, shining flesh within. She was very wet, and her fingers were instantly slick with her juices as she homed in on her clitoris.
I watched as she moaned and writhed on the bed, unsure whether to help her, undress or just stay where I was. I decided to watch, as that seemed to be what she wanted.
She abandoned her other nipple and reached across, pulling open the drawer in the bedside table and taking out a dildo. It was one of her larger ones, nine inches long and realistic looking. She spread her thighs, opened her pussy with her fingers and placed the tip of the dildo on her well-lubricated hole. Slowly, steadily, she pushed it in, until it was buried to the hilt inside her.
Slowly at first, she pulled out six inches of the artificial penis, then thrust it back in. Gradually, she built up speed, the large cock slid easily in and out, and her breathing became rapid and intense. Suddenly, she stiffened, emitting a long, low moan, and I watched as her juices dripped from her pussy, forming a wet patch on the bed.
Her movements slowed, eventually coming to a halt, as the muscles in her cunt alternately contracted and expanded and tremors wracked her body. Finally, she slipped the dildo out and gazed at me. Her eyes were wanton, sexually charged as she raised the rubber cock to her mouth and licked along and around the length, sampling her juices before sliding the head between her lips and pushing it as far in as possible.
She reached behind her and unhooked the bra, allowing her glorious tits to fall free. I adored them. Full, soft and fleshy, with dark nipples standing to attention. Then she slipped off her panties, pussy lips swollen and glistening as she let her legs fall apart.
“Your turn,” she breathed, beckoning me towards her. I moved forwards, standing by the bed as she unfastened my trousers and slid down trousers and boxer shorts together, releasing my eight inch, rigid cock. I removed my shirt quickly, desperate to be as naked as she was.
She leaned toward me, tongue snaking out to lick the head of my penis as she grabbed my shaft with her hand, stroking gently. She licked down my shaft and around my balls before working back up and taking me into her mouth. Her tongue swirled as her head moved back and forth.
I decided that I should become more proactive. Grabbing the back of her head, I began to fuck her mouth, forcing myself further in, almost making her gag as thrust deeper and deeper. Suddenly, she pushed me away and lay back on the bed. It was obvious what she wanted. I moved forwards and lowered myself on to her, entering her smoothly and easily, establishing a comfortable rhythm, which made her moan gently as she became increasingly excited.
I pushed away with my arms, looking down on her bouncing tits, then placing an arm under each leg and lifting it over my shoulder. I fucked her hard, her thighs pressing on her breasts as I did so. Her moans became sighs, until with a sudden explosive cry, she achieved her second orgasm.
Quickly, I withdrew and flipped her over, raising her beautiful arse in the air and entering her from behind. Looking down, I could see her buttocks spread wide, and in the centre, the soft, brown skin leading to the black hole in the middle.
As I fucked her, her hand reached back, rubbing her clitoris, desperate for a third climax.
Usually, I would have cum in her pussy like this, but on this occasion, I decided I wanted more. Normally, I would have asked – after all, while we had often enjoyed anal in the past, it was not something we did every time. This time, I wanted to dispose of the niceties. I withdrew and placed the head of my engorged cock on her anus.
Had she not wanted it, she would have pulled away. However, she pushed back, encouraging me, wanting me to fuck her arse, and I was happy to oblige.
As I slid slowly in and out of her back passage, I spanked her – hard. Her bum cheeks turned red as I alternated from cheek to cheek. She gasped, moaned and pushed back on to me, encouraging me to slap her harder and fuck deeper.
Still I did not finish. I knew how I wanted to climax. So – I suspect – did she. I withdrew and rolled her over, kneeling next to her head, my cock over her face as she grabbed my shaft with her right hand. Rapidly and expertly, she wanked me. I had shown her how to do it, and she had learned well.
I came quickly, the first globs of creamy white cum landing on her nose and cheeks before I buried my cock in her mouth, allowing her to feel the ensuing spurts as they dwindled, allowing her to suck out any remaining drops.
Finally, I withdrew. She lay back, strings of cum shining across her face, and smiled at me. With a finger, she scraped the drying liquid into her mouth and gulped it down. Finally, she leaned across, grabbing a glass of water and taking a long drink before turning to me.
“Why does that stuff always dry my mouth up?”
I smiled, then voiced the question which had been on my mind since I walked through the door.
“So … what brought that on?”
She snuggled up to me, breasts pressing into my chest, one leg over mine so I could feel her pussy juices on my leg. The room was heady with her scent.
“I need to ask you something.”
This was intriguing. I had known women in the past who used sex as a way of cushioning difficult questions, or as bribery if they wanted something which they knew I was not keen on, but Julia had never done this. She had sex because she enjoyed it, and that was all. No ulterior motives.
She propped herself up on her elbow, looking down at me. “It’s Emma.” I relaxed a little. If Emma wanted something, and I was going to have to pay, I didn’t mind. I adored the girl, and even if it was something that I might dislike or not approve of, I was sure that the matter would be up for discussion.
Julia continued, distracting me slightly by gently resting a hand on my cock.
“The other day, I heard her crying in her room. Obviously, I went to see her and we started talking. It was the usual thing about sex and relationships – you know how it goes: she wants someone who loves her for herself, who does the caring bit without thinking and cherishes her – but the only interest she ever gets is from people who thinks she’s a freak, or perverts into amputees – acrotomophilia, it’s called.
“Apparently they discussed it at the support group and there’s quite a few finding the same. Some are OK with it, but most want people to look beyond their disability.
“Anyway, we talked about the sex side of things – using toys etc, and we’ve agreed to get her some of her own, but that’s not it. She’s ok with that, just to cum, but she wants a man – not to fuck, necessarily, but as she said, just so she gets to see a real penis, not on a computer screen, but in the flesh, in front of her.
“I suggested an escort or male sex worker, but she said no – quite emphatically – she wants someone who does it for her, because they care about her and want her to see them.”
She paused, gathering her thoughts, maybe feeling that she had not explained herself clearly. In truth, she hadn’t, but we were close enough for me to read between the lines, and I knew Emma well enough to understand her thought processes as well.
Julia kissed me, and took a deep breath before carrying on.
“She needs someone who is just willing to let her see them, allow her to have a proper look at them and just take in the experience. It can’t be any of the lads her age that she knows. She wants it to be someone close to her, who will keep it secret – for her sake, not any sense of embarrassment – and who she feels comfortable with.
“Anyway. Long story short. I suggested you.”
My head spun, and I think my mouth must have dropped open, because Julia giggled. “Sorry,” she smiled, “your face is a picture.”
She allowed the idea to sink in.
“I think you’d be perfect. You’re quite an exhibitionist, so no problem with her seeing you. I know you enjoy the whole CFNM thing. You adore her, I know that – and – I know you find her attractive. I’ve seen you looking at her tits, and we both know she’s gorgeous. She just wants to see you naked. No big deal.”
I stared at her until she smiled again, this time more uncertainly.
“How do you feel about it? After all, I’m your husband – and I know you don’t mind other women seeing me – but your daughter? How would you feel about another man this much older with her?”
Julia sighed. “I’ve thought about it, and, honestly, I think someone older would be better for her anyway. More reliable, if you know what I mean. I know I can trust you not to take advantage of the situation – y’know – push her into things she doesn’t want to do because she’s desperate.
“Truth is, I can’t think of anyone better. She loves you, you love her, but it takes things to a new level of trust – beyond standard stepfather/stepdaughter. I’m concerned about how it’d change things afterwards, but I think knowing both of you, it’d be fine. You’re not going to freak about someone seeing you naked, and a kid who borrows her mum’s dildos is hardly going to find it difficult.”
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