Married Woman

I got married but my body still remembers it's owner.

I stared at my phone, my heart pounding in my chest like it always did when I thought about him. My husband was at work, oblivious as ever, and here I was, a 23-year-old married woman, fingers trembling as I dialed the one number that made my pussy ache with need. Dad. The man who'd hooked me in by touching me from when I was born. Sucked me and fingered me daily. He first split me open, taken my virginity when I was just fourteen, and hooked me on his cock ever since. When my sister was born, mother died and he became our only parent.

When my sister turned fourteen years, he fucked both of us as he said since our mom died after the birth of my sister, he needed support from us. Or he may end up marrying a step mom who would terrorize us.

Eventually he was rotating, alternating between me and my sister. When I got married at twenty two he stopped, he said it was out of respect for my husband. He focused on my younger sister instead. My sixteen year old sister was having all nine inches of dad's fat dick for herself. Every night my husband Jake and I made love, I had to imagine my dad in order to get wet and enjoy. No matter how many times I tried to bury it under wedding vows and normalcy, the addiction clawed its way back, leaving me wet and desperate.

Today my dad called as he usually did to check on me. I let it ring twice before picking up a fake sob, making my voice quiver. 'Dad? It's me... something's wrong. I... I don't know what to do.' The lie spilled out easy; I'd practiced it in my head a hundred times. He answered on the third ring, his deep voice cutting through like a knife. Making me wet already.

"Baby girl? What's happened? You okay?" Panic edged his words, and guilt twisted in my gut, but the thrill drowned it out. My thighs squeezed together, already slick under my skirt. He had called me baby girl as I milked his cock before, I wanted that again.

'I can't talk about it over the phone,' I whimpered, adding a sniffle for effect. "Can you come over? Please? Mark's not here. I need you." Silence stretched, then he sighed, that familiar rumble that always sent shivers down my spine. "I'm on my way Beth. Stay put." I hung up, pulse racing, and rushed to the mirror. Lipstick smeared just right, blouse unbuttoned enough to tease the lace of my bra. My nipples hardened at the thought of his hands on me again.

Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang. I opened it, eyes red-rimmed from fake tears, and threw myself into his arms. "Dad" He held me tight, his broad chest pressing against mine, that musky scent filling my nose. "Shh, tell me what's wrong," he murmured, guiding me inside and shutting the door. We sat on the couch, his arm around my shoulders, and I buried my face in his neck, inhaling him like a drug.

At first, I mumbled nonsense—something about feeling lost, marriage troubles—but my hand slid to his thigh, fingers tracing higher. He stiffened, catching on quick.

"This isn't about that, is it." His voice dropped low, rough."You want daddy to fuck you."

I looked up, meeting his eyes, dark with the same hunger that burned in me. "Yes daddy," I whispered, leaning in. "I miss you, Dad."

He groaned, hand cupping my face, thumb brushing my lips. "Fuck, baby, I missed your cunt. Both you and Sofia are mine." He didn't pull away. I straddled his lap, grinding down on the bulge growing in his jeans. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer as our mouths crashed together. His tongue invaded, tasting like coffee and sin, while I rocked against him, my pussy throbbing through my soaked panties.

"Dad, please," I begged between kisses, fumbling with his belt. He lifted me just enough to yank my skirt up, fingers hooking into my underwear and ripping them aside. "So wet for me already," he growled, sliding two thick fingers into my dripping slit like he'd done millions of times. I moaned loud, riding his hand, clit grinding against his palm. He pumped them deep, curling to hit that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes.

I freed his cock, thick and veined, pulsing in my grip. God, I'd missed this—how it stretched me, filled me like nothing else. Precum beaded at the tip, and I smeared it down his shaft before positioning myself. "Fuck me, Dad. Make me yours again." He thrust up as I sank down, his cock spearing into my pussy in one brutal stroke. I cried out, walls clenching around him, so full it hurt so good.

We moved together, frantic and raw. Or rather he pounded me as I rode his dick. Moaning like a slut. It almost felt like the first time. So good. His hands yanked my blouse open, bra shoved up, mouth latching onto my nipple. I thrust my slippery cunt harder as he sucked my nipples hard, teeth grazing, while I bounced on his lap, juices slicking his balls. "Take Daddy's cock," he grunted, slapping my ass, the sting making me tighten around him. He massaged the butthole he had fucked on my wedding night. I clawed his shoulders, nails digging in, chasing the high only he could give.

He flipped us, pinning me to the couch, knees spread wide.

"Still so tight." He panted, pounding into me now, relentless, his hips slamming against mine as her rubbed my clitoris. I was haft screaming "Daddy, daddy." Sweat dripped from his brow onto my tits as he fucked me deeper, cockhead battering my cervix. 'Cum for me, baby girl,' he ordered, thumb circling my clit. The pressure built, coiling tight, and I shattered, pussy spasming, milking him as I screamed his name.

He followed seconds later, burying himself to the hilt and flooding me with hot cum, pulse after pulse painting my insides. We collapsed, panting, his weight comforting on top of me. 'I love you, Dad,' I whispered, knowing it was twisted but true. He kissed my forehead, still hard inside me. 'Love you too. Always.' And just like that, the addiction won again. I couldn't stop this. Neither could he for I could feel his cock twitching inside me. There were many hours till Jake came home, we could do it again.

***
I slammed the front door behind me, earlier than usual from work, my tie already loosened from a shitty day. I came home hours earlier than usual or else I would just lose it. Being a lawyer could be very toxic at times. The house was quiet—too quiet. 'Babe? You home?' No answer. I kicked off my shoes and headed to the living room, figuring she'd be napping or something. But what I saw stopped me dead.

There she was, my wife, my 23-year-old bride of one year, sprawled naked on the couch with her legs spread wide. And buried balls-deep inside her was her own father, his thick cock pistoning in and out of her slick pussy like he owned it. Cum leaked from where they joined, her tits bouncing with every thrust, her moans filling the air. 'Oh God, Dad, harder,' she gasped, nails raking his back.

Rage boiled up hot and fast. 'What the fuck is this?' I roared, fists clenched. They froze, her dad's ass clenching mid-stroke, his shaft still inside her. She yelped, eyes wide with shock, scrambling to cover up, but he just pulled out slow, his massive cock—easily nine inches, veined and glistening with her juices—slapping against his thigh. He was so huge. That must have felt so good for her. Though mine could not be considered small at six inches and I had made her come many times. I could only imagine how she had missed her dad's monster cock. My feelings were divided, part of me was mad. Part of me wanted.. We'll it wanted what it wanted. I had to stay mad.

"Dad? What are you doing here?" I snarled, stepping closer. He was my father in law but I had been calling her dad since I did not know my own dad. He stood, unashamed, dick still hard and pointing at me like a challenge. My wife sat up, clutching a throw pillow to her chest, face flushed. "Mark, it's not—" she started, but I cut her off.

"Save it. I can see exactly what it is. You've been fucking your own father? In our house?"

Fury twisted my gut, but underneath it, something darker stirred. Watching that huge cock slide out of her, her pussy lips puffy and gaping, dripping his load... it shouldn't turn me on, but my pants tightened. She was mine, damn it, but seeing her like that, stretched and satisfied in a way I never quite managed—fuck, it was hot. Twisted, wrong, but hot.

"Get out," I told him, voice shaking. But he didn't move, just smirked, wiping sweat from his brow. She whimpered, 'Mark, please, don't be mad.' Mad? I was livid. But instead of throwing punches, words tumbled out. "No. You two started this? Finish it. I want to see it."Her eyes widened. 'What?'

"You heard me," I growled. "Fuck her, old man. Show me how you do it to my wife." He raised an eyebrow, glancing at her. She bit her lip, a mix of fear and excitement in her gaze. "Mark... are you sure?"

"Shut up and spread those legs whore. Let your Daddy back in." She hesitated, then dropped the pillow, lying back and parting her knees. Her pussy was a mess—red, swollen, cum trickling out. He knelt between her thighs, gripping his cock and rubbing the head along her slit."You sure about this, son?" he asked me, but his eyes were on her.

"Just fuck her," I snapped. He thrust in deep, one smooth motion, her cry echoing as she arched. "Yes, Dad!" Fuck, the way she took him, walls hugging every inch, her juices coating him as he started pounding. My wife had always been tight on my dick and I could not begin to imagine a much bigger dick. I was mesmerized by how his big cock disappeared into her cunt, stretching her wide, pulling out shiny and slick before slamming back. Her body arched in a way she had not with me.

Unzipping my fly, my own cock springing free, already half-hard from the sight.I stroked myself once, slow, watching her thighs quiver. As she moaned loudly I began pumping my fist faster now, the anger fueling the heat

It was infuriating and intoxicating. My wife's face contorted in pleasure, mouth open, tits jiggling with each brutal thrust. "Look at that," I muttered, stepping closer, hand flying over my dick. "Your dad's cock owns that pussy, doesn't it? You cheating slut." She moaned, locking eyes with me. "I'm sorry, baby... but dad's dick feels so good."

Dad grunted, hips snapping faster, balls slapping her ass. I could see everything up close now—how her clit peeked out, swollen, how his shaft throbbed inside her. Precum and her wetness mixed, dripping down her crack.

"Her cunt, so tight, so good." He grunted. Fucking her hard.My anger faded into raw lust; I loved seeing her like this, lost in it, her body responding to him in ways that made my cock ache.

'Harder,' I commanded, voice rough. 'Make her scream.' He obliged, grabbing her ankles and pushing her knees to her chest, folding her in half. His cock hammered deeper, the angle letting me see it bulge her belly slightly. She wailed, pussy clenching visibly around him. I jerked in rhythm, pre-cum slicking my palm, the sight of his thick meat ravaging her cunt pushing me close.

But I wasn't done. "Pull out," I said suddenly. He did, cock popping free, strings of her arousal connecting them. She whined, empty and needy. "Mark?" She glanced at my cock that was in full attention.

"On your hands and knees," I ordered her. She scrambled to obey, ass up, face down on the couch, pussy and asshole exposed, still leaking. I nodded to him. 'You take her cunt. I'll... join.' My heart pounded. This was insane, but I wanted it—wanted to feel her with him.

He positioned behind her, sliding back into her pussy with a wet squelch. She pushed back, moaning. I knelt in front, but no—double penetration. I moved around, lubing my cock with spit. He laid her on her side and we positioned ourselves with me aiming for her ass. 'Relax, baby,' I whispered, pressing the head against her tight ring. She tensed, then exhaled as I pushed in slow, inch by inch, her ass gripping me like a vice.

'Oh fuck,' she gasped, sandwiched between us. He held still, buried in her cunt, while I sank deeper into her rear. The thin wall between us let me feel his cock pulsing, huge and hard, separated only by her flesh. We started moving, him thrusting forward as I pulled back, then switching, our rhythms syncing to fuck her from both ends.

Her screams filled the room, as she came almost immediately, body shaking between us. "Fucking slut!" I groaned, the sensation overwhelming—her ass clenching around me, the pressure from his massive dick in her pussy making everything tighter, hotter. My father in law grunted, hands on her hips, slamming into her cunt while I reamed her ass, our balls brushing occasionally.

I watched over her shoulder, seeing his cock plow her, coated in cream, her lips gripping him. 'God, your big cock in her cunt... it's perfect,' I admitted, jerking into her harder. She came again, shattering, holes spasming around us, milking us dry. He roared, flooding her pussy with another load, hot spurts I could almost feel through the wall.

I followed, burying deep in her ass and unloading, cum painting her insides as she trembled. We collapsed in a heap, panting, his cock still twitching in her, mine softening in her ass. No words at first, just heavy breaths. Then I pulled out, watching my cum leak from her stretched hole. "That... was incredible," I said finally, no anger left, just satisfaction.

She turned her head, smiling weakly. "You liked it?" I nodded, stroking her hair. "Yeah. We can plan it again." Her dad chuckled, slipping out, more cum oozing from her pussy.

"I will always support your marriage however I can." He said as my wife licked his dick clean. The sight already making my cock twitch. Twisted family, but ours now.