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Your Fantasies 12 years, 4 months ago Right now, I am fantasizing about meeting my fiancee’s parents and discovering I had an introductory sexual relationship with his father when I was younger.
Mallory posted an update in the group Your Fantasies 12 years, 4 months ago
Right now, I am fantasizing about meeting my fiancee’s parents and discovering I had an introductory sexual relationship with his father when I was younger.
Wow. Very kinky. Would love to read about that one taken further.
My fiancee’s father was one of professors during my freshman year in college. I was a virgin and had a passionate love affair with him. Now ten years later, reuniting with him, as his son’s soon-to-be wife, the attraction is still there. I fantasize starting another affair with him, and continuing after the wedding.
Well, they say you never forget your first time (I sure won’t) but being so close to your first lover with every visit, vacationing together and during the holiday’s would be quite interesting indeed!
Care to share any particularly naughty thoughts about how the holidays would play out while everyone else is napping from overeating or opening presents?!? I sure would love to know…
After meeting my future father- and mother-in-law, and realizing our past relationship, tension escalated as the wedding plans become more real and the details for which seem tedious and endless, and nothing seem to be going right. We all found ourselves at odds with each other. My tension continues to mount with rage, emotional rollercoaster, and lust. And the yearning and lust were mutual with him. On some levels, not a surprise, when my future mother-in-law took my girls out and my fianceé is trying to get one last game day out with the boys, that we took our culminating lust to his bed.
We all need a release sometimes and weddings are unbelievably stressful events…
He must be under a tremendous amount of stress…
I am sure that your history together is an unexpectedly large distraction for him not to mention the costs, and planning and expectations of his having intense, lengthy personal interactions with his extended family and especially with his daughter-in law to be at this wedding!!!
I can imagine he is filled with intense conflicting emotions watching you now with his son…
He knows all too well what your body would feel like against his own as he watches his son put his arm around you and pull you in closer.
He has memories of what your breasts feel like pressing into his own chest as he sees his son embrace you lovingly.
He clearly remembers what your lips and tongue feel and taste like when he catches the two of you steeling kisses from the other room.
Probably most distracting of all, he has the most intimate knowledge (undoubtedly as distinctly as if it were yesterday) of every last detail of your body – the sights, the sounds, the tastes, the smells – and the way it responds to being touched and stroked and squeezed and spread and penetrated as he hears the barely contained giggles, heavy breathing and muffled moans, in the middle of the night as you are fucking his son in the bedroom just down the hall
To make matters worse, here you are working hard to make yourself the most beautiful and radiant and effervescent woman on the planet (as every bride inevitably seems) on your wedding day!
I am also certain that he is completely torn as to how to address the endless stream of questions and concerns that are racing through his mind – the situation alone is so loaded as to drive even the most forthright and logical person mad.
I am sure that he is searching every expression or gesture, every word or phrase, and every glance or stare from you to glean what you are really thinking and what your intentions and expectations of him are, how you really feel about him and why he finds it so maddeningly arousing to see you handling the unspoken awkwardness with such grace and aplomb and last, but certainly not least, how desperately he wonders whether you are feeling all the intense physical and emotional wants and needs which are erupting inside of him and how you are able to contain yourself in that regards!
No matter how careful or considered or innocent, I am sure that each movement, every utterance, every second where your eyes are in contact are loaded with double…triple…quadruple entendre for him, unintentionally making it all much more confusing and that much more intensely arousing!
All of this has nothing to do with his wife or his son and his relationships with any of them, but they are there in his mind as well…I am sure that he is incredibly stressed out…
So please do tell us how you both are able to find your release… Hopefully it will provide me with the release from the stress I am feeling just thinking about it all!!!
I really could not believe it, my first lover, here, will be my father-in-law. All these years, wondering what happened, why he resigned and disappeared. We had been looking at each other for days now. Communicating silently, our mutual mortification. Despite all the hurt and anger I had for him, the lust came back like it had been simmering for ten years, now boiling over.
When we were finally alone, I don’t even know what we tried to say to each other. All I know is we tried something verbally, and we were on the floor, his sudden weight pinning me down. I think I let out a little scream staring into the hot glow of his eyes just before he closed his mouth over mine and thrust his tongue in.
My top got pushed up and yanked off and his mouth was on my breasts. I thought he said he heard me moan last night before he moved from his bite to suckling my nipples, tonguing the valley between my tits while I quivered violently. He dropped both hands down to pull my panties off, and pushed my thighs roughly apart. He grabbed my hips up and with one arch, he thrust deep and hard into my pussy. We both cried out a raw moan.
He closed his eyes then; I know how much he loved the feel my wet pussy because I loved the feel of his hard and hot cock filling me. He used to say I grip him like a fist around his cock. I scored his back with my nails as my lower body lifted and fell, fucking him back with equal force. We kept fucking.
His teeth clamped down on my shoulder harder than I ever remember. He brought his hands down around my ass, gripping it tight, squeezing and moving me, and used my body to slake his lust. I was nearly screaming with need when he drove his cock into the deep well of my slick and hot pussy, full hilt in me. I tilted up, tightened my legs on him, drew him deeper, made him feel the lock of my legs across his ass, the squeeze of my hot, soaked inside. I cried out for him to give it all to me just as he spurted his hot cum into me.
God I can imagine what he must have been feeling as you both fell to the floor and your mutual curiosity and concern melted away with your voracious kissing and groping finally validating that your wants and desires matched his own. I imagine him pulling your top down and seeing and feeling and kissing and licking your breasts again for the first time knowing all too well where the sensitive spots lay and how you like them to be touched. I can imagine how hard and aching his cock must have been as the memory of how tightly your cunt used to grip his cock and how wet you would get rushed through not only his mind but his body. I imagine the wild anticipation as he felt your wetness and placed the head of his cock against your lips again crazed with arousal and of the flood of satisfying relief when he sunk his manhood deep inside your familiar cunt and fucked you exactly the way he knows that you liked it. So what happened after you both were brought to orgasm and collapsed in a heap with his cock softening an starting to slide slot out of you and his cum started to drip down your crotch? We are all dying to know.
We came so hard and then collapsed into a heap. He held me tenderly and protectively while softening inside of me, as if trying to communicate emotions from long ago. I, too, was transported back in time. Until a glance lands on a wedding gift that arrived earlier in the day and something snapped in my brain. And I clawed him and started calling him names. And within a couple of minutes, he pushed me roughly onto my hands and knees and was raging hard inside me again, pumping and pounding me. The only thing I knew was I wanted him. Somehow I managed to wrestle him onto his back, straddled him, and rode him in a crazed frenzy until we came again, with our mouths glued, kissing, kissing for all those lost years.
Afterwards, we can barely look at each other. We avoided being in any situation together and certainly any situation requiring communication. Somehow, I made it through to the night before the wedding. I have been justifying it to myself and I thought I’m okay. We are all entitled to a last fling, right? And now I even have closure on my biggest heartache. Fling and closure; it was all reconciled. Until my fianceé and I started making love that night. I was so incredibly hot and horny and that made him all the more crazed. We fucked long and hard. I don’t think our sex had been this hot, ever. Who was I really fucking?
Fantastic. All of it, and really the last sentence.
The fact that you were with two men in one day is, in and of itself, hotter than hell. I challenge a man to say having two women back to back on the same day isn’t on their bucket list.
Add professor/student and former lover/father-in-law to-be to the mix and the story gets smoking hot.
But to finish with fucking your fiancé, and remembering what it felt like fucking your very-soon-to-be father-in-law earlier that day!!! Really twisted and really hot! I am in love with the notion of woman who is so physically irresistible AND sexually insatiable AND could have (at least in fantasy) been so in control and comfortable with her…”appetites”…so as to have lived in the moment and undoubtedly to the fullest.
Very sexy story. Thank you!
PS: Will we ever find out who got fucked?
Gentlemen: Yes, the story will continue but not for a couple of weeks.
I fucked David, not as my fiancé from just a few days ago, but David whose father I just fucked twice earlier in the day. And David, he got another side of me, a new and unfamiliar side; he got a scorching hot pussy still aching and slick with another man’s cum. He held me tight afterwards, the heat of his body radiating onto my back. His arms around me squeezing and his hands cupping my breasts, his mouth softly kissing the nape of my neck then suckling down onto my shoulder. That is when he saw the bite mark imprinted from earlier.
I can imagine what David must have been thinking as his cock started to soften and slide out from your steaming hot and incredibly slick pussy… I am sure he noticed the animal ferocity with which you were fucking him. I am sure he noticed how incredibly aroused and swollen and sopping wet your cunt was. As he spotted the bite mark, I am sure that it instantly registered what had gotten into you.
I am sure that he was wondering what it all meant to see you in such an incredibly aroused state! Since you didn’t shut him down sexually there must have been considerable confusion (and curiosity) about what message you were trying to send to him.
Surely you must haver known he would see the bite mark, and your swollen, sore and deep crimson pussy put a whole new spin on what it means to be caught red handed!
Lastly, despite your apparent disregard for (or highly alternative definition of) your relationship, you still clearly expressed your strong desire to be with him as well.
I am sure he realized that your incredibly slick wetness coating his cock and balls was was this other mans cum as he desperately tried to deduce who had been inside of you earlier that day!
Having just enjoyed the overwhelming sensation of orgasm himself, I am sure that the anger and fear and confusion and repulsion must have made it that more difficult to sort out his own emotions.
I can not wait to hear whether his cock betrayed his words of disgust as he realized what a dirty little slut he was about to marry – and trust me…a guys cock is almost always a more accurate indication of how he really feels about something?!?
Thank you for sharing your fantasy and I for one can not wait to hear the next bit of debauchery!!!
How do you feel about moving this to Erotic Collaboration? Where you might contribute as David? Or as his father? Perhaps we can invite another member to play along?
I think that is a lovely idea. I am torn between the notion of being David or his Father…I like the possibilities represented by each of them. Let’s coordinate on how to make the shift…
Brilliant idea to shift this, Mallory. I don’t have the tech chops to fix these margins here, but I’ve create a pretty new forum for you here: http://www.thesexexperiment.com/groups/erotic-collaborations/forum/topic/the-professor-in-law/