CHAPTER FIVE: SAM

Sometimes I can’t believe how lucky I am. After all, I’ve got not one, but two beautiful women in my life who adore me. At first, Penelope and I were hiding our love (and let’s be honest, lust) for one another from Judy. I was so worried that if she found out about us, everything would fall apart. In fact, when I saw the look in her eyes Monday afternoon after she caught Penelope and I fucking in the living room, I was sure that I was dead right there.

Then, something happened. I honestly can’t explain it, but in an instant it was like everything worked itself out. Just like that, not only was Judy okay with me fucking our daughter, she was actually encouraging it. Every time Judy and I have fucked since then, she’s been driving me wild. She calls me Daddy. She asks me if I like fucking our daughter. The other night I even came into our room to find Judy dressed in one of Penelope’s sexier outfits. It’s almost like she’s getting off knowing that I’m fucking Penelope.

As exciting as all of this has been, things really escalated to an all new level this last Friday. Penelope had just left to hang out with her friend Sarah for the evening. Almost before the door clicked shut, Judy grabbed me by the hand and practically dragged me down the hall. Initially I thought we were going to our room to fuck, but Judy apparently had other plans. Pulling me past our room, we went a few more feet down the hall, stopping in front of Penelope’s door.

“Um, Sam,” Judy began with a slight tremble in her voice as she stared down at the floor. “Can I make a confession?”

I looked quizzically at my wife. “Like what?” I asked.

Judy took a deep breath and looked up at me. “Okay, I don’t want you to think I’m crazy, but I’ve got this fantasy. I’ve thought about it for years but I never said anything because I was so happy with our marriage. I didn’t want to risk messing it up by telling you before. After I caught you and Penelope though, I realized it might be something you liked, too, and now I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. If I tell you, do you promise not to think I’ve lost my mind?”

“Judy,” I began, holding her hands as I spoke, “I love you, and that’s never going to change. Whatever you want to say, I’m happy to hear you out. Just tell me what this is all about.”

A smile appeared on Judy’s lips. “Alright. So, ever since we got married, I’ve fantasized about being cuckqueaned. Have you heard of it?” Judy waited for my nod, then continued. “Anyway, that’s kind of already what you and Penelope are doing and it’s so hot, but my fantasy goes a lot deeper than that. I don’t just want you to have sex with her. I want you to rub it in my face how much you love having sex with her. I want to hear you telling her how much more you want her than me. How much more you love her than me.” Judy paused, licking her lips. “I want you to make me watch you and Penelope fuck. Just thinking about taking the back seat to you two gets me so wet, Sam.”

“Okay,” I said, more than a little surprised at my wife’s request. “I had no idea this was something you were into, babe. Don’t get me wrong – I think it’s kind of hot. I’m just surprised.

“But you do think it’s sexy?” she asked. I nodded, and she gave me a smile.

I mean, if that’s something you really want, I think I can make it happen,” I replied. “That said, I do have a few questions. For starters, why did you drag me down the hall to Penelope’s bedroom?”

“Let me show you,” she answered, opening Penelope’s door and pulling me into the room.

Around midnight, Penelope arrived back home just as we were finishing. Stepping into the hall, she watched as Judy and I each brought one final laundry basket from our room into Penelope’s.

“Um, hi guys,” Penelope began in a confused tone as we emerged from the bedroom a moment later with empty baskets. Her eyebrow was arched as she looked at us. “What’s going on?”

Judy looked at me briefly before turning her attention to our daughter. “Hi sweetie. Your father and I have a little surprise for you. While you were out with Sarah, we talked about some things, and we’ve agreed that there needed to be a few changes around here. I know how close you and your dad have become lately. I need to be honest – it’s a real turn-on for me, and I want you two to get even closer. So after talking it out, your dad and I agreed that you should move into his bedroom, and I am moving into yours.”

In that moment, you could have heard a pin drop. Penelope stared at us with wide eyes as her jaw nearly hit the floor.

“What?” she asked. “Are you guys serious?”

“Absolutely,” I chimed in, putting down my laundry basket. “Of course, there are some conditions. Come on into your new room, and let’s talk about a few things.”

Penelope collected herself, and then followed me into our bedroom. I gave her a few minutes to look around. She opened all the dresser drawers, finding her clothes where Judy’s had been just hours earlier. Stopping in the closet, she pointed out that all of her stuff was hung up, and laughed when she saw that we left all of Judy’s lingerie in there, “just in case.” I pointed out that we even moved all of her toiletries into the master bath. Finally, I brought Penelope over to the bed, and she and I sat down on it while Judy took a seat in a chair sitting near the foot of the bed that we’d dragged in from the dining room.

“Okay, so rules,” I began. “First off, Mom is going to be invited to watch us fuck from time to time. It won’t be every time we have sex, but she wants to see us together. Is that good with you?” Penelope thought for a second, then nodded.

“Second, if Mom isn’t in here when we have sex, we’ll leave the door open for her so she can hear us most of the time. We can shut her out every now and then for our own private time, but generally, we want Mom to know I’m fucking your brains out. Does that sound fair?”

“Sure,” she replied.

“Good,” I said, “and finally, Mom has a request. Judy?”

Judy looked at me, then at our daughter. She took a breath, then spent a few moments laying out what she had shared with me earlier. All the while, Penelope listened, a look of almost astonishment on her face.

“And that’s it,” I added once Judy was done. “So with all that being said, what do you think, sweetie?”

We sat in silence for a moment as Penelope looked back and forth between Judy and I. Judy nodded and smiled reassuringly at our daughter from the chair as I ran my finger up and down Penelope’s legs. There was a definite mix of shock and amusement on my daughter’s face. Finally, her eyes settled on mine.

“I think,” she grinned at me, “we should get started right away.” Leaning forward, Penelope captured my lips with her own, and an instant later, we were making out in earnest as Judy watched.

As our tongues dueled and we helped each other out of our clothes, I couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit awkward. Sure, my sexual relationship with Penelope had been out in the open for a while now, and I know Judy had to have heard us fucking on a number of occasions. At the same time, this was the first time in my memory that I had an actual audience for sex.

I think Penelope could detect my slight hesitation, too. After we’d both managed to get undressed, she broke off our kiss for a moment, held my hands, and looked deep into my eyes.

“Don’t worry about Mom,” she whispered. “This is so hot. Now, fuck me like you mean it, Daddy.”

At the sound of her words, it was like a dam broke inside my mind. Suddenly, Judy’s presence in the room didn’t bother me. Penelope was absolutely right; this was incredibly hot. Putting the concerns of having an audience in a new light, my eyes briefly scanned my daughter’s beautiful, naked body. At that moment, I knew exactly what I wanted. I wanted to fuck Penelope. Hard.

Grabbing her by the shoulders, I pushed Penelope down on the bed, eliciting a playful yelp from her as she went down. A moment later, I was diving between her legs, lapping hungrily at my daughter’s pussy. Penelope let out a moan as I worked her pussy.

“Mhhh, yeah, Daddy, that’s so good. Do you like eating your little girl’s pussy?”

“Mhh hmmm,” I affirmed as I licked her clit and flicked it with my tongue.

“I’ll bet you, oh god, love it more than Mom’s,” she groaned as I kept going. As she said it, I heard a groan from the foot of the bed, and my eyes momentarily shifted to where Judy was sitting. She’d managed to shed her shirt and shorts, and was busy massaging one of her tits with one hand while her other hand was buried in her panties.

“Mhh hmmm,” I groaned again, shifting my eyes from my masturbating wife back to my daughter’s sexy body. Penelope ran her fingers through my hair as I continued working her clit with my tongue. I brought one of my hands up to her pussy lips, stroking them gently as I continued lapping at her. Her wetness coated my fingers, and I slowly pushed two digits inside her, causing her to moan out loud. I started pumping my fingers in and out, picking up speed with each thrust.

“Fuck yeah,” she moaned. “Don’t stop, Dad. I’m getting, oh fuck, so close. Oh, god!”

Before she could finish her sentence, I was already working my way to top speed, licking her clit feverishly as I pounded my fingers into her again and again. I could hear her breathing growing more ragged, and her hands got more frantic, one grabbing at my hair while the other squeezed her tits. In no time at all, she let out a guttural moan as her body began shaking in the throes of an intense orgasm. I eased back, trying to ride out the orgasm as long as I could. As she finally started to come down, I climbed up over her.

“Ready for the main course?” I grinned.

Penelope glanced over at Judy, who was groaning as she watched us, working her pussy.

“I thought you’d never ask.” She smiled, leaning up to kiss me passionately. We made out for a minute while Penelope stroked my cock, rubbing it up and down her swollen pussy lips. When I was slick with her juices, she positioned me at her entrance, and I slowly pushed in.

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned, pushing deeper inside her. “I love your pussy so much.”

“More than Mom’s?” Penelope asked as I drew back a few inches.

“So much more,” I said as I plunged back inside her, knowing exactly the reaction it would cause in my wife. Sure enough, Judy whimpered and let out a moan as she jilled herself off in her chair. “You’re so much hotter than your mom,” I added.

“Oh fuck,” Judy moaned, stroking her pussy furiously.

Turning my attention back to our daughter, I started pumping into her rapidly, pulling out, then thrusting in as hard as I could. Penelope squeaked and groaned as I fucked her as savagely as I ever had, knowing full well that her mother was getting off watching it unfold.

“Yeah, Judy moaned from her seat. “Oh god, Fuck her hard, Sam. Breed her. Breed our little girl!” 

“Fuck, yes, Daddy!” Penelope added. “Do it! Fuck a baby into me!”

Fueled on by the women, I only fucked her harder and faster, slamming myself into my daughter with reckless abandon. Judy groaned as she drew nearer to her orgasm, and Penelope cried out for more. It was the most intense sex of my life as I listened to these two beautiful women moaning and groaning.

Finally unable to take any more, I slammed down, burying myself in Penelope. Grunting loudly, I unloaded, filling her hot, wet pussy with my cum. From her spot, I heard Judy crying out in pleasure as her own orgasm washed over her.

Coming down from my orgasm, I slowly pulled out of Penelope, rolling over to lay beside her. We looked into each other’s eyes, and Penelope gave me a devilish grin. I could tell from the look in her eyes that she was thinking something, but I had no idea what. When she finally looked over at her mom and started speaking, I couldn’t help but be surprised.