EroticReverie

James 

My wife purrs into my neck as she rides me , kissing my skin as her pussy grinds on my cock. 

Tracy was a wild one. That’s what I loved about her when I met her. No inhibitions, care free , open to anything. 

Even after nearly twenty years of marriage our sex life still rivaled our younger years. 

My wife rides me in the front seat of our car just like she would when we were teenagers. The only thing that’s changed is there’s more room now , and we’re not jammed into my tiny little two door and instead in our suv. 

We just went to dinner. And we’re parked in the garage. The door to the garage still open. Inviting the adrenaline rush of being in public and the possibility of someone catching us or seeing us. Even though the slight rock of the suv would be the only indicator since we’re in the dark. But it still excites me. Excites her. 

Tracy told me about her parents when we were engaged. I was angry at first. One because she kept it from me. Two because I was angry with her parents for fucking their own daughter. But she talked to me. Explained it to me. Told me she wasn’t mad at them. That she’d been willing for most of it. I wasn’t sure that made it any better. And a part of me was sickened by the fact she said she enjoyed it. Liked it. Loved it. 

I still couldn’t grasp her mindset of it even all these years later. How she kept trying to clear my head of preconceived notions that were taught as base line morals. You don’t fuck your family. But in Tracy’s head , there wasn’t a single thing wrong with it. The only reason it’s “wrong” is become “some person” decided it was. She always says. I guess I can kind of understand her reasoning but it’s never made me believe that fucking your family is okay to do. There’s billions of people in the world , why would you need to fuck the handful of people that are supposed to be off limits? But, my wife does have a thrill for the forbidden. The taboo. So I suppose that’s why she did it. Why she enjoyed it. 

I’m not stupid. I know my wife still fucks get mother and father when she goes to visit them. But I’ve never asked. And decide my ignorance is bliss. Because I truly loved my wife. I wouldn’t give her up, not even if she enjoyed her father’s cock inside her here and there. I told myself as long as I didn’t know for sure. Then I was okay turning my head to it all. Because other than her little incest secrets , my wife was perfect. 

“I missed you so much today” she moans. 

I groan. Grabbing her ass under her dress. Feeling the fabric of her panties drag along side my dick as she rides me. 

“Missed you too” I grunt as her pussy clenches. Twenty years, she’s been the only woman I’ve ever wanted. I lost my virginity to Tracy in eleventh grade. And fell in love. High school sweethearts. And engaged by our first year of college. Married right after we graduated our fourth year. Then she got pregnant with Nicole a year later. 

When you have the perfect baby. That sleeps through the night and doesn’t ever really fuss. You kinda don’t want to push your luck with a second. Nicole was a perfect baby. A perfect child. Her teenage angst was a bit to deal with , but I loved my daughter more than anything in this world. And if a bit of teenage angst was all I had to complain about. I’d say I’d hit the jackpot. A gorgeous perfect wife , a perfect beautiful daughter. I loved my life. They made it worth living. 

Sometimes I think about Tracy and her father. How he could ever look at his daughter that way. But as Nicole got older. After those years of teenage angst , where body became more woman than young girl. I’m ashamed to say I understood. It didn’t justify it at all. But an intrusive thought here and there about my own daughter, made me realize that maybe Tracy’s father just let the intrusive thoughts become impulsive ones. Ones he acted on. Ones both him and her mother acted on together.  I know Tracy wouldn’t judge me if I ever admitted that once in awhile my mind wanders where I don’t want it to. Frankly, I think she’d probably even encourage it. But I’d never be that man. I’d never fuck my own daughter. Even if she was fucking beautiful. Even if her tits always look delicious in her tight tops. Even her ass was perfect for bending over and watching bounce of my lap as I let my dick enjoy her young pussy.  

I groan as I wince and try to fucking focus. Try not to think like a fucking depraved pervert. But it’s hard to do when they use the same shampoo, when they wear the same perfume, have the same colored hair and the same curves , when my daughter looks almost identical to her mother when I first met her. Fucking Nicole would be like traveling back in time and fucking my wife when we first met. 

“Youre cock is so hard” Tracy hums as she still rides me. The windows fogged now and the car warm with our body heat. 

“What are you thinking about?” She breathes in my ear. “What has my husband so fucking hard inside me?” She moans. I grunt and thrust into her , my hands on her ass. I would definitely not be telling her what I was thinking. 

“How much I love fucking my wife” I groan and she hums and bite my earlobe gently as her hips rock. 

“What else?” She moans. She loves to know what I’m thinking when we fuck. Where my mind is. Am I thinking of something else? Another point in time? A hot wild night we had recently ? Or just in the moment. Was I trying to think of something off putting to keep me from cumming? She loved knowing what drove me while fucking. 

When I don’t say anything else she lifts her head. Kissing me as she swivels her hips and I groan into her mouth. 

“Can I tell you what I’m thinking?” She asks and I groan with a nod. Knowing she’ll give me something good. Something that will likely send me into my final thrusts and make me cum. Always something dirty and kinky. A fantasy or a replay of one of our many risky fucks in public. She’ll tell me something like she’s imaging me fucking her on the front lawn so the whole neighborhood can see what a slut she is for her husbands cock. Or a fantasy of me bending her the register at the grocery store and pounding her in front of everyone. She has a million little scenarios and fantasies for us. And I know she’ll give me a new one. Like she does everytime. 

“I’m thinking of your cock inside another woman” she says and I groan , grabbing her ass.  I’ve heard this before. The idea of it intrigues me and excites me. But I can’t imagine actually fucking another woman. But knowing my wife gets off on it too, makes me feel less guilty for enjoying the fantasy of it. 

“She’s younger” she moans and I look at her and my cock throbs as our eyes stay locked and her hands hold my shoulders as she bucks her hips. 

“She’s so young and tight James” she moans. 

I grunt.

“She’s beautiful…..hair like mine….” She smirks and bites her lip and I groan. She knows how much I love her hair. So long and soft. Thick and full and always shiny and making my hands itch to wrap my fingers up in it. 

“Curves to match mine” she says and I groan. Trying to push the thought of Nicole riding me out of my head. 

“Gorgeous, perky tits, that bounce so fucking pretty on her chest , so full and firm , young teenage tits, just like mine used to be” she moans and I grunt. Nicole’s tits flashing in my head. How would she look ontop of me like this? Stealing a ride on my cock In the front seat of the car? How similar would her tits look to her mothers? Nicole’s were a bit smaller than her mother’s. Only by a single cup size. I’d seen her bras. Lacy. Decorative embroidery. Satin. Mesh. Even her plain ones would tease my dick when seeing them ontop of a laundry basket. 

“I’m thinking of your cock, burying itself inside her wet young pussy, imagining the pleasure on your face feeling her snug little cunt on your cock” she moans and ride me harder and I groan loudly. 

How tight was my daughter’s pussy? Was she still a virgin? Was my wife picturing the same thing I was? Our daughter? 

“Do you like that? Do you like the idea of her on your cock ?” She asks and I groan and nod. We’re not saying it. But with her moan I know who she’s thinking of. All these years together and she’s finally testing the waters. To see if she’s changed my mind about incest. To see if I’ll indulge with her in the fantasy. But even indulging the fantasy out loud can be dangerous. If my wife knows I think of fucking Nicole at all. Even for a single second. She’ll take the inch , and grab a mile. I wouldn’t put it past her to try to convince me to have sex with our daughter. I know how her mind works. I know that she doesn’t see anything wrong with  it. 

“I think of it all the time” she moans. “Everyday” 

I grip her hips and kiss her. Needing her to shut up. Needing her to stop her little fantasy before she says it out loud. 

“I imagine both of us fucking her…together” she moans and I groan loudly. 

“Tasting her, sharing licks of her pussy” she moans and I lose it. Cumming hard , erupting inside of her. She moans. Still talking as I cum. 

“You’d love the taste of her, she tastes so fucking good…so sweet ….youd eat her up baby” she moans and I grunt as my hips jerk. 

I don’t dare ask. But I do wonder if it’s just fantasy fueling her last words….or if she’s speaking from experience. I breathe heavily as she comes to a stop on my lap and kisses my jaw and my neck. Humming as she kisses me softly. 

“Who were you picturing baby?” She whispers. I groan. 

“Tracy…don’t” I groan and she moans when I refuse to answer. She knows what she’s done. Effectively made me imagine our daughter. 

“It’s okay baby” she whispers. “You don’t have to say it, I already know” she hums and my jaw clenches. 

“She’d love it, knowing her daddy wants her pussy” she moans and I grab her and start to push her off. 

“We’re not doing that Tracy. We’re not going there.” I say a bit angry. 

“Not even in fantasy” I growl and she frowns. 

“Not even if I tell you I know she’d want it?” She asks. 

“Just because you wanted it. Doesn’t mean our daughter does” I say even angrier. And I see the flash of hurt in her eyes. I’ve never judged her or tried to make her feel bad for her past. Or the things she might still do with her father and mother when she’s visiting them. But I wouldn’t be them. We. Wouldn’t be them. It wasn’t right. Not even to think it. And the guilt of picturing it at all eats at me as she slides off me. 

“Goodnight James” she says as she gets out the passenger side door. 

“Tracy wait” I say and she closes the door and  I sigh as my head goes back as my wife goes into the house. 

“Fuck” I mutter and slap my hands on the steering wheel. I hurt her feelings. And I hated it. But I had to draw the fucking line. I wouldn’t let our house become some fucking depraved house of incest. Not even in our minds.