A few weeks in, the arrangement had settled into something almost routine. I’d go over after work a couple times a week, sometimes stay the night, always come home with Dad’s cum still inside me or drying on my thighs so Mike could taste it and hear every filthy second. One Thursday evening I was straddling Dad on the edge of his bed, his thick cock buried deep in my cunt, my heavy tits bouncing in his face while I rode him slow and deep. His hands were locked on the soft flesh of my ass, spreading me open so he could watch himself disappear into me.
I leaned down, kissed him, and said against his mouth, “Daddy… I want Mike to watch next time. Just watch. No touching. He wants to see his wife take her father’s cock. Will you let him?”
Dad’s hips stuttered. His cock twitched hard inside me. For a second I thought he’d say no. Then he groaned, low and rough, and thrust up harder, burying himself to the root.
“He wants to watch his wife get fucked by her old man?” His voice was thick. “You tell him yes. He sits in the chair. Hands to himself. He can look all he wants while I use this fat cunt.”
I came right there, clenching around him, moaning into his neck while he kept fucking up into me through my orgasm. When he flooded me a minute later I stayed seated on his cock, feeling every pulse, and whispered, “Thank you, Daddy.”
I texted Mike from the bathroom while Dad’s cum was still leaking out of me:
He said yes. Friday night. You watch. No touching. He wants you to see everything.
Mike’s reply was almost instant:
I’ll be there.
Friday night I went over early. I wore the outfit that always got Dad hard fastest thin white tank with no bra, the heavy shape of my tits and the dark circles of my nipples clearly visible, and those tiny black shorts that barely covered the bottom curve of my ass. Mike arrived twenty minutes later. Dad opened the door, looked him up and down once, then nodded toward the old armchair in the corner of the bedroom.
“Sit. Hands on the armrests. You don’t touch her. You don’t touch yourself unless I say. You watch.”
Mike sat. I could already see the thick outline of his cock straining against his jeans.
Dad didn’t waste time. He pulled me against him, kissed me deep and filthy in front of my husband, then tugged the tank up and over my head. My heavy tits spilled free. He cupped them, squeezed, thumbed the nipples until they were stiff, then bent and sucked one into his mouth while Mike watched. I moaned loud on purpose.
“Look at him,” Dad said against my breast.
“Look at your husband while I play with these.”
I turned my head and locked eyes with Mike while Dad sucked and bit and squeezed. Mike’s jaw was tight, his hands gripping the armrests so hard the wood creaked.
Dad pushed my shorts down. I stepped out of them. Completely naked in front of both of them. He turned me around, bent me forward slightly, and spread my ass cheeks with both hands so Mike could see my already wet cunt and the soft pucker above it.
“This is what you’ve been tasting,” Dad said to Mike, voice rough. “My daughter’s cunt after I’ve filled it. Tonight you get to watch me fill it again.”
He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me down onto his lap, back to his chest. I reached between my legs, guided his thick cock to my entrance, and sank down in one long, wet slide. The stretch made me gasp. Mike’s eyes were locked on the place where Dad’s cock disappeared into me.
I started riding slow at first, rolling my hips so my soft ass slapped against Dad’s thighs, my heavy tits bouncing with every movement. Dad’s hands came around, one cupping a breast, the other sliding down over my soft belly to rub my clit in tight circles.
“Tell him how it feels,” Dad ordered.
I looked straight at Mike while I rode my father’s cock. “It feels so fucking thick, baby. He’s stretching me open. Every time I drop down he hits so deep. I can feel every vein. He’s going to come inside me and you’re going to watch it leak out.”
Dad thrust up harder, making my whole body jiggle. The wet sounds of my cunt taking him were obscenely loud in the quiet room. Mike’s cock was clearly rockhard in his pants, a dark wet spot already forming where the head pressed against the fabric.
Dad stood up suddenly, still buried inside me, and turned us so I was on all fours on the bed, ass toward the chair. He grabbed my wide hips and started fucking me properly deep, steady strokes that made my tits swing heavily under me and my soft belly sway. Every thrust forced a moan out of me.
“Watch,” Dad growled at Mike. “Watch your wife’s fat ass bounce while her daddy fucks her. Listen to how wet she is for me.”
I turned my head and kept eye contact with Mike the whole time. “He’s so deep, baby. He’s using me. He’s going to fill me up right in front of you.”
Dad’s rhythm got harder, more urgent. His balls slapped against my clit. One hand left my hip and came down in a sharp spank on my ass, making the flesh ripple. Then another. I moaned louder.
“Come on my cock,” he ordered. “Come for your husband while your father fucks you.”
I did hard, shaking, cunt clenching and fluttering around him while I stared at Mike and cried out. Dad followed right after, burying himself to the hilt and pulsing, thick hot spurts flooding me. I could feel every jet. He stayed locked deep, grinding, until he was empty.
When he finally pulled out, a thick rope of cum followed, dripping from my stretched hole down my thighs. Dad spread my ass cheeks wider so Mike could see it clearly his cum leaking out of his daughter’s freshly fucked cunt.
“That’s what she brings home to you,” Dad said quietly. “Every time.”
He let me stay like that for a long moment, displayed, leaking, while Mike stared. Then Dad sat back against the headboard and pulled me into his lap again, this time facing him. I sank onto his still half hard cock, feeling the mess of his cum make the slide even wetter. We stayed like that, slow and deep, while I looked over my shoulder at my husband.
“You okay, baby?” I asked, voice hoarse.
Mike’s voice was rough. “Don’t stop. I want to see him come in you again.”
Dad’s cock twitched inside me at the words. He started moving under me, hands on my soft ass, guiding me up and down. I rode him for Mike’s eyes slow, deliberate, letting him see every inch of his father in law’s cock stretch me open and disappear. My heavy tits bounced in Dad’s face. He sucked one nipple, then the other, never breaking the rhythm.
The second time he came quieter but just as deep, flooding me again while I was still looking at Mike. When I finally lifted off, the combined mess of two loads ran down my thighs in thick white streaks.
Dad nodded once at the chair. “You can touch yourself now. But you don’t come near her. She stays with me tonight.”
Mike didn’t argue. He unzipped, pulled his cock out, and stroked himself hard and fast while I sat on Dad’s lap, both of us watching him, Dad’s soft cock still nestled against my messy cunt, his cum continuing to leak out of me onto his thighs.
I leaned back against Dad’s chest, reached down, and slowly rubbed the mess into my soft folds while Mike watched and stroked.
“This is ours now,” I told him softly. “You get to watch whenever Daddy says you can. And then I come home and tell you every second you missed… or let you taste what’s left.”
Mike came hard, spurting across his own fist and onto the floor, eyes never leaving the place where his wife and her father were still joined by the wet evidence of what he’d just witnessed.
Dad kissed the side of my neck, one heavy hand still cupping my breast, and murmured, “Good girl.”
I stayed the night.
Mike drove home alone, still hard, already knowing exactly how I’d smell when I walked through the door the next morning.
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