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26/02/2020
My name is Tim as I got closer to retiring from the military at the ripe old age of 42. My widowed father pleaded with me to move back home. He owned his own real state brokerage and wanted me to tutor under him to eventually take off the firm.
I agreed and my wife Martha and I moved back to my home city. My dad was very happy to say the least. My dad and Martha always got along very well. He would often flirt with her in his own subtle way. She tolerated him because she felt for him after my mom had passed away about six years earlier.
My dad and I resemble each other quit a bit. At 64 he is in great shape still being an avid gym rat and outdoorsman. Where my hair has a touch of gray his is completely white. I also dot his blue eyes which on him still had a vibrant sparkle.
I enjoyed his teasing with Martha. She is very pretty with black hair and a great body. Martha is only 5’5” but also very fit. She works out with me regularly and it shows especially her ass and legs. She has a contagious smile and a natural sensuality.
Which sometimes frustrated me because she was also very conservative in her thoughts and dress. I would ask her to dress more provocatively sometimes. She would call me a pervert. Yet when my dad would comment on her good looks she would indulge him with flirtatious replies.
She would tell him he needed to start dating again. He would tell her he was waiting for her to dump me so she could date him. She would blow him off but there was no denying his eyes were glued to her ass as she walked away from him.
Martha has never had her own career. Following me all over the world for 24 years wasn’t very conducive to having her own career. So when my dad asked her to get her real state license to become an agent. She got really excited with the idea of having her own thing.
So she did exactly that and joined his brokerage. My dad spent a lot of time grooming bother of us on every aspect of the business. Martha was a natural at it her first year she sold as many houses as many of the veteran agents.
She also at my dads recommendation had dressed in close that accentuated her great body more. She didn’t call him a pervert either. Their flirting continue over that year with him still encouraging her to dump me.
Martha was super excited when she was told she had made enough in sales to earn her a top annual award. The awards were presented during a week long world wide convention held every year in Las Vegas. She had never been before mainly because of the “Sin City” moniker.
My dad set up our hotel arrangements at the MGM Grand. On the flight out he told us about all the activities that were available from lectures to partying events. Initially, Martha said she wanted to focus on hearing as many as the speakers as possible. She was definitely focused on making this a business trip.
Most of our other agents also traveled out with us. So the trip out was fun like a school field trip. It was fun to see the folks let their hair down a bit. Often joking about “What happens in Vegas. Stays in Vegas.” Martha would just roll her eyes at the comment.
My dad telling her about Vegas didn’t silly prepare her as we flew in at night. She was like a kid going Disney World for the first time. She was doubly awed after we arrived at the MGM. The size of the place and constant buzz of activity had her looking around and commenting about how awesome it was.
We settled into our rooms with my dads next door. We went to eat and walked around the place as well as getting in a little gambling. We met up with the others for a few drinks before calling it a night.
I tried to get some but Martha insisted it wasn’t going to happen with my dad next door. I told her that was going to be problematic for the entire week. She treated me to a quickie in the bathroom the next morning. But she definitely worked at being quiet.
We spent the next day attending various meetings vents with guest speakers. She and I split up to attend different people vents later in the day. She was accompanied by my dad. I watched them walk off arm in arm and was turned on by the sight. I mused that the thought must of entered my head because of being in “Sin City”.
I met them afterwards and we had dinner along with realtors from around the world. Martha has more wine than normal. Her and my dad would be into some side conversations. At one point I saw my dad wipe a tear from his eye.
Back in our room I asked Martha why my dad seemed upset. She told me he wasn’t upset. He had a moment missing my mom. I assumed the alcohol had something to do with him having that moment.
Martha went on to tell me that he had confided in her he was lonely. Again she suggested he should start dating. He told her he had tried but the couple times he did the women wanted more right away. He said he didn’t want another marriage and those women did. One he was sure it was for his money.
I jokingly teased Martha that I could find him an escort to take care of his immediate needs while we were in Vegas. She wasn’t amused with the suggestion. I told old her I loved my dad very much. I would do anything for him.
I told her I her I knew how my dad dealt and as crass as it sounded he really needed female company in a sexual way. Surprisingly, Martha told me she understood. I added if something happened to her I couldn’t see myself remarrying either.
The next day I told my dad I rearranged my schedule and asked him if he would attend more events with Martha. It was nice to see the excited gleam in his eyes. They went off on their way. I headed for the casino. I wasn’t really into hearing more people talking anyway.
Like the day before we met up with others to hang out for food and drinks. Later that night Martha bad I went to the dance club to continue socializing. I plied the drinks and got her to dance which she loves to do.
It was after 2 a.m. when we got back to our room. Martha was tipsy and a little frisky. I teased her about my dad being next door. She bit her lower lip telling me we could be really quiet.
I asked her if she loved me. She giggled telling me she did. I reminded her about our earlier conversation about me doing anything for my dad. She rolled her eyes telling me that hiring a hooker wasn’t a good idea. I agreed with her and she smiled with the satisfied look of being right.
That only lasted a second though. Her eyes went wide when I asked her if she would have sex with my dad. She thought I was kidding at first. Until I ran down my reasons why not excluding that my dad found her very attractive.
I half expected her to lose her shit and start quoting bible versus from her Sunday school days. But, she didn’t get upset at all. She tried to counter my reasons with her own as to why it was a bad idea.
I finally asked her if she found him attractive. She tried to change the subject. But I got her to answer. She did find him attractive and admitted she liked him flirting with her. I could sense she was weakening.
I asked her to take a shower and think about it some more. It would be her decision but I really wanted it to happen. She went to shower and returned looking conflicted. I half expected her to flat out say no and that would be the end of it.
Instead she told me she was very nervous. What is we completely misjudged him. I assured her he was very attracted to her. Mentioning all the times I spotted checking her ass out. Her cute upturned nosed crinkled up as she told me I was making it up.
I assured her I wasn’t. Her expression turned more serious. Which was hard to accept as she stood there with wet hair and wrapped in a towel. She asked me if I would be jealous if she had sex with another man.
I smiled telling her if she meant Sven the local beach hunk back home sure. But with my dad I wouldn’t even jealous at all. I restarted that I loved them both and would do anything for either of them. No she starting pacing telling me she just wasn’t sure she could go through with it.
I got off the bed and stopped her from pacing. I kissed her softly feeling her shiver. I told old her I would be right back. I left our room and knock on my dads door. It took several attempts before he opened the door.
He opened the door standing in his boxers. I marveled at how good of shape he was in for sixty plus years old. I hoped I looked half as good when I hit his age. He asked me why I woke him up. I asked if I could come in. He sat in his bed and I pulled up a chair.
I learned in my military career that in some cases a direct attack was the beat option. I summarized my conversation with Martha taking a little creative license. My version to him had me wanting to spice things up in my marriage and Martha’s confession in being attracted to him. I asked if he would be willing to help us out.
He sat there stunned for a long minute. He did the same as Martha pointing all of the reasons it was a bad idea. When I mentioned it was Martha’s idea after I brought up opening our marriage. Her first time she wanted it to be him. Especially, after he had told her he didn’t want a permanent relationship. I was really twisting things but it was having the desired affect.
He rubbed his face with both hands. He asked me if I was sure I was ok with it. I assured him I was as was Martha not adding how nervous she was and there was a good chance she would pass out.
I told him it was a lot to process. I recommended he shower and think about it some more. It was his decision. I was sure I was sinning in many levels. But when in Rome...
He came out of the bathroom in a robe looking much more awake. He asked me if I was sure. I nodded I was and walked to the door. I could only imagine what Martha was going through as it had been a while.
When we walked into our room it was mostly dark with the exception of some light coming in through the slightly open curtain. My dad hesitated but I told him it was ok. Martha was under the covers facing away from us.
My dad moved to the side of the bed hesitating again. He let the robe fall to the floor. The silhouette of his semi hard cock looked impressive. He slid under the covers and moved closer to Martha. She was very still but I knew she was to nervous to have fallen asleep.
I saw his hand move to her curvaceous hip under the cover. She let out a soft moan which I am sure was a relief to my dad. I moved to the darkest corner of the room and sat on a chair.
His hand slid up her body under the cover coming to ready in her breast. Again she let out a soft moan. Emboldened my dad mover her flat on her back. He kissed her softly. Her hand went to the back of his head in response to his kissing becoming more passionate.
Her legs shifted up as his hand moved between her legs. He’s was rubbing her pussy while kissing and biting her now erect nipples. Her breathing grew more rapid until she cried out as she came from water he was doing to her.
He moved onto of her. Her legs immediately came up giving him access to her pussy. Their lower bodies were still half under the covers. My dad started to move slowly causing Martha to hiss out in pleasure. She kicked the covers off of them her hands were holding her legs up as he began to fuck her faster and deeper.
Either one showed anymore nervousness as their passions built. Martha was panting now as well as telling him how good he felt inside of her. He responded by kissing her and fucking her harder.
She was moaning into his mouth. As their kiss broke her legs went wide and her hands gripped his ass as she cried out she was cumming. Dad went up on his hand and toes as his long dicked her slamming down so his balls slapped against her upturned ass.
Her pussy was extremely wet making the slapping sounds seem even louder. Martha came again. She was panting and telling him she couldn’t believe he could last so long. Again I made a mental plea I could be like him at his age.
Finally, he let out a long series of groans before cumming deep in her pussy. Her legs wrapped around him. Holding him tightly inside of her. They both were sighing and complimenting each other. I think they both forgot I was there. When I said it was very hot watching them.
My dad moved off of her and Martha reaches for the cover pulling them up to her breast. I laughed telling them to relax everything was better than fine. My dad mad a move to get up. I told hiim to stay in bed. I took his room key out of his robe pocket.
I told him he could spend the night. Laughing I said I didn’t want to sleep in that big wet spot. Before either one could comment I walked out and over to his room. I thought it was best to let them talk through what happened with being there.
I was right because about twenty minutes or so later I could her her moaning again. Pops lasted even longer this time. Martha came a couple time before he emptied his balls again. This time I had to give myself some “self love”.
The next morning I was abruptly woke up when my dad opened the curtains letting in the very bright Nevada sunshine. He was showered and fully dressed. He sat on the edge of the bed. Without looking at me he asked if we were still ok. I reassured him we were. He seemed to sag with relief.
He told me he loved me and thanked me for everything. I could tell there was something else he wanted to say. I asked him if there was something he wanted to ask. He asked me if last night was a one time thing and if so he was ok with that being the case. He loved us both and wouldn’t want to do anything tho change that. I smiled at him saying it wasn’t up to me. It was completely up to Martha. I told him I was ok with whatever she wanted.
I got out of bed patted him on the shoulder telling him based on last night I didn’t think she would settle on it being a onetime thing. I told him I would meet him downstairs for breakfast before the next event.
When I got to my room Martha was also showered and dress. There was an awkward silence and she seemed unsure. I hugged her telling her everything was fine and I loved her more than ever. She hugged me back then told me to hurry up and shower.
The three of us met a larger group for breakfast. I loved the mischievous eye contact Martha and my dad exchanged over breakfast. We attended another seminar. Followed by listening to another guest speaker. We ate lunch again as a group and again my dad and Martha carries on like to highschool kids with a naught secret. As the group broke up for the last event of the day before the evening awards banquet.
I pulled Martha and my dad aside telling them maybe they should skip this next speaker and catch some rest before the banquet later. The seemed confused at first then got my intent.
My dad looked at Martha and asked her if she wanted to attend the event. She looked at me then back to him. She hooked her arm in his saying she probably could use a midday nap as it would be along evening.
I watched them walk off toward the elevators. I went to the bar and order a beer. Waiting a short while I took the elevator up to our room. Stopping briefly at my dads door already resonating with Martha’s gasps and moans.
I quietly slipped into my rooms d moved to the adjacent wall. I was rewarded with obvious sounds of them fucking. I could tell but her sounds and words that she was very comfortable with my dad now. Telling him to fuck her harder. Not to stop. She was close to cumming.
She came and again a short while later. This time though she asked him to cum I her ass. Which he apparently did and she loved it. I went back down stairs for another beer and some gambling. When I went back upstairs the room next door was silent. They were actually napping this time.
The formal awards banquet was a great event and Martha was so excited to be recognized for her achievements. Both my dad and I were very proud of her. The after party was great fun hanging out with our people and many new friends. It was our last night so I intended on letting my dad stay in my room again.
Martha had a different idea. She led us both to our room where we had our first of many threesomes with my dad. To say it was amazing would be an understatement. She was a wild woman. Completely insatiable almost the whole night. I can remember waking up late into the night and her riding my dads cock to yet another orgasm.
Sadly my dad passed away 6 years later. We both took the loss hard but I knew his last six years were happy ones. We still go the the annual conventions out in Las Vegas. We get adjoining rooms and act like we are strangers to the newcomers. I have listened to Martha have sex with other men. Sometimes two men at a time. We ha e had threesomes with another man. Most recently we had our first foursome with another couple.
I loved my ice in the military...but it isn’t as good as the second phase of my life.
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I agreed and my wife Martha and I moved back to my home city. My dad was very happy to say the least. My dad and Martha always got along very well. He would often flirt with her in his own subtle way. She tolerated him because she felt for him after my mom had passed away about six years earlier.
My dad and I resemble each other quit a bit. At 64 he is in great shape still being an avid gym rat and outdoorsman. Where my hair has a touch of gray his is completely white. I also dot his blue eyes which on him still had a vibrant sparkle.
I enjoyed his teasing with Martha. She is very pretty with black hair and a great body. Martha is only 5’5” but also very fit. She works out with me regularly and it shows especially her ass and legs. She has a contagious smile and a natural sensuality.
Which sometimes frustrated me because she was also very conservative in her thoughts and dress. I would ask her to dress more provocatively sometimes. She would call me a pervert. Yet when my dad would comment on her good looks she would indulge him with flirtatious replies.
She would tell him he needed to start dating again. He would tell her he was waiting for her to dump me so she could date him. She would blow him off but there was no denying his eyes were glued to her ass as she walked away from him.
Martha has never had her own career. Following me all over the world for 24 years wasn’t very conducive to having her own career. So when my dad asked her to get her real state license to become an agent. She got really excited with the idea of having her own thing.
So she did exactly that and joined his brokerage. My dad spent a lot of time grooming bother of us on every aspect of the business. Martha was a natural at it her first year she sold as many houses as many of the veteran agents.
She also at my dads recommendation had dressed in close that accentuated her great body more. She didn’t call him a pervert either. Their flirting continue over that year with him still encouraging her to dump me.
Martha was super excited when she was told she had made enough in sales to earn her a top annual award. The awards were presented during a week long world wide convention held every year in Las Vegas. She had never been before mainly because of the “Sin City” moniker.
My dad set up our hotel arrangements at the MGM Grand. On the flight out he told us about all the activities that were available from lectures to partying events. Initially, Martha said she wanted to focus on hearing as many as the speakers as possible. She was definitely focused on making this a business trip.
Most of our other agents also traveled out with us. So the trip out was fun like a school field trip. It was fun to see the folks let their hair down a bit. Often joking about “What happens in Vegas. Stays in Vegas.” Martha would just roll her eyes at the comment.
My dad telling her about Vegas didn’t silly prepare her as we flew in at night. She was like a kid going Disney World for the first time. She was doubly awed after we arrived at the MGM. The size of the place and constant buzz of activity had her looking around and commenting about how awesome it was.
We settled into our rooms with my dads next door. We went to eat and walked around the place as well as getting in a little gambling. We met up with the others for a few drinks before calling it a night.
I tried to get some but Martha insisted it wasn’t going to happen with my dad next door. I told her that was going to be problematic for the entire week. She treated me to a quickie in the bathroom the next morning. But she definitely worked at being quiet.
We spent the next day attending various meetings vents with guest speakers. She and I split up to attend different people vents later in the day. She was accompanied by my dad. I watched them walk off arm in arm and was turned on by the sight. I mused that the thought must of entered my head because of being in “Sin City”.
I met them afterwards and we had dinner along with realtors from around the world. Martha has more wine than normal. Her and my dad would be into some side conversations. At one point I saw my dad wipe a tear from his eye.
Back in our room I asked Martha why my dad seemed upset. She told me he wasn’t upset. He had a moment missing my mom. I assumed the alcohol had something to do with him having that moment.
Martha went on to tell me that he had confided in her he was lonely. Again she suggested he should start dating. He told her he had tried but the couple times he did the women wanted more right away. He said he didn’t want another marriage and those women did. One he was sure it was for his money.
I jokingly teased Martha that I could find him an escort to take care of his immediate needs while we were in Vegas. She wasn’t amused with the suggestion. I told old her I loved my dad very much. I would do anything for him.
I told her I her I knew how my dad dealt and as crass as it sounded he really needed female company in a sexual way. Surprisingly, Martha told me she understood. I added if something happened to her I couldn’t see myself remarrying either.
The next day I told my dad I rearranged my schedule and asked him if he would attend more events with Martha. It was nice to see the excited gleam in his eyes. They went off on their way. I headed for the casino. I wasn’t really into hearing more people talking anyway.
Like the day before we met up with others to hang out for food and drinks. Later that night Martha bad I went to the dance club to continue socializing. I plied the drinks and got her to dance which she loves to do.
It was after 2 a.m. when we got back to our room. Martha was tipsy and a little frisky. I teased her about my dad being next door. She bit her lower lip telling me we could be really quiet.
I asked her if she loved me. She giggled telling me she did. I reminded her about our earlier conversation about me doing anything for my dad. She rolled her eyes telling me that hiring a hooker wasn’t a good idea. I agreed with her and she smiled with the satisfied look of being right.
That only lasted a second though. Her eyes went wide when I asked her if she would have sex with my dad. She thought I was kidding at first. Until I ran down my reasons why not excluding that my dad found her very attractive.
I half expected her to lose her shit and start quoting bible versus from her Sunday school days. But, she didn’t get upset at all. She tried to counter my reasons with her own as to why it was a bad idea.
I finally asked her if she found him attractive. She tried to change the subject. But I got her to answer. She did find him attractive and admitted she liked him flirting with her. I could sense she was weakening.
I asked her to take a shower and think about it some more. It would be her decision but I really wanted it to happen. She went to shower and returned looking conflicted. I half expected her to flat out say no and that would be the end of it.
Instead she told me she was very nervous. What is we completely misjudged him. I assured her he was very attracted to her. Mentioning all the times I spotted checking her ass out. Her cute upturned nosed crinkled up as she told me I was making it up.
I assured her I wasn’t. Her expression turned more serious. Which was hard to accept as she stood there with wet hair and wrapped in a towel. She asked me if I would be jealous if she had sex with another man.
I smiled telling her if she meant Sven the local beach hunk back home sure. But with my dad I wouldn’t even jealous at all. I restarted that I loved them both and would do anything for either of them. No she starting pacing telling me she just wasn’t sure she could go through with it.
I got off the bed and stopped her from pacing. I kissed her softly feeling her shiver. I told old her I would be right back. I left our room and knock on my dads door. It took several attempts before he opened the door.
He opened the door standing in his boxers. I marveled at how good of shape he was in for sixty plus years old. I hoped I looked half as good when I hit his age. He asked me why I woke him up. I asked if I could come in. He sat in his bed and I pulled up a chair.
I learned in my military career that in some cases a direct attack was the beat option. I summarized my conversation with Martha taking a little creative license. My version to him had me wanting to spice things up in my marriage and Martha’s confession in being attracted to him. I asked if he would be willing to help us out.
He sat there stunned for a long minute. He did the same as Martha pointing all of the reasons it was a bad idea. When I mentioned it was Martha’s idea after I brought up opening our marriage. Her first time she wanted it to be him. Especially, after he had told her he didn’t want a permanent relationship. I was really twisting things but it was having the desired affect.
He rubbed his face with both hands. He asked me if I was sure I was ok with it. I assured him I was as was Martha not adding how nervous she was and there was a good chance she would pass out.
I told him it was a lot to process. I recommended he shower and think about it some more. It was his decision. I was sure I was sinning in many levels. But when in Rome...
He came out of the bathroom in a robe looking much more awake. He asked me if I was sure. I nodded I was and walked to the door. I could only imagine what Martha was going through as it had been a while.
When we walked into our room it was mostly dark with the exception of some light coming in through the slightly open curtain. My dad hesitated but I told him it was ok. Martha was under the covers facing away from us.
My dad moved to the side of the bed hesitating again. He let the robe fall to the floor. The silhouette of his semi hard cock looked impressive. He slid under the covers and moved closer to Martha. She was very still but I knew she was to nervous to have fallen asleep.
I saw his hand move to her curvaceous hip under the cover. She let out a soft moan which I am sure was a relief to my dad. I moved to the darkest corner of the room and sat on a chair.
His hand slid up her body under the cover coming to ready in her breast. Again she let out a soft moan. Emboldened my dad mover her flat on her back. He kissed her softly. Her hand went to the back of his head in response to his kissing becoming more passionate.
Her legs shifted up as his hand moved between her legs. He’s was rubbing her pussy while kissing and biting her now erect nipples. Her breathing grew more rapid until she cried out as she came from water he was doing to her.
He moved onto of her. Her legs immediately came up giving him access to her pussy. Their lower bodies were still half under the covers. My dad started to move slowly causing Martha to hiss out in pleasure. She kicked the covers off of them her hands were holding her legs up as he began to fuck her faster and deeper.
Either one showed anymore nervousness as their passions built. Martha was panting now as well as telling him how good he felt inside of her. He responded by kissing her and fucking her harder.
She was moaning into his mouth. As their kiss broke her legs went wide and her hands gripped his ass as she cried out she was cumming. Dad went up on his hand and toes as his long dicked her slamming down so his balls slapped against her upturned ass.
Her pussy was extremely wet making the slapping sounds seem even louder. Martha came again. She was panting and telling him she couldn’t believe he could last so long. Again I made a mental plea I could be like him at his age.
Finally, he let out a long series of groans before cumming deep in her pussy. Her legs wrapped around him. Holding him tightly inside of her. They both were sighing and complimenting each other. I think they both forgot I was there. When I said it was very hot watching them.
My dad moved off of her and Martha reaches for the cover pulling them up to her breast. I laughed telling them to relax everything was better than fine. My dad mad a move to get up. I told hiim to stay in bed. I took his room key out of his robe pocket.
I told him he could spend the night. Laughing I said I didn’t want to sleep in that big wet spot. Before either one could comment I walked out and over to his room. I thought it was best to let them talk through what happened with being there.
I was right because about twenty minutes or so later I could her her moaning again. Pops lasted even longer this time. Martha came a couple time before he emptied his balls again. This time I had to give myself some “self love”.
The next morning I was abruptly woke up when my dad opened the curtains letting in the very bright Nevada sunshine. He was showered and fully dressed. He sat on the edge of the bed. Without looking at me he asked if we were still ok. I reassured him we were. He seemed to sag with relief.
He told me he loved me and thanked me for everything. I could tell there was something else he wanted to say. I asked him if there was something he wanted to ask. He asked me if last night was a one time thing and if so he was ok with that being the case. He loved us both and wouldn’t want to do anything tho change that. I smiled at him saying it wasn’t up to me. It was completely up to Martha. I told him I was ok with whatever she wanted.
I got out of bed patted him on the shoulder telling him based on last night I didn’t think she would settle on it being a onetime thing. I told him I would meet him downstairs for breakfast before the next event.
When I got to my room Martha was also showered and dress. There was an awkward silence and she seemed unsure. I hugged her telling her everything was fine and I loved her more than ever. She hugged me back then told me to hurry up and shower.
The three of us met a larger group for breakfast. I loved the mischievous eye contact Martha and my dad exchanged over breakfast. We attended another seminar. Followed by listening to another guest speaker. We ate lunch again as a group and again my dad and Martha carries on like to highschool kids with a naught secret. As the group broke up for the last event of the day before the evening awards banquet.
I pulled Martha and my dad aside telling them maybe they should skip this next speaker and catch some rest before the banquet later. The seemed confused at first then got my intent.
My dad looked at Martha and asked her if she wanted to attend the event. She looked at me then back to him. She hooked her arm in his saying she probably could use a midday nap as it would be along evening.
I watched them walk off toward the elevators. I went to the bar and order a beer. Waiting a short while I took the elevator up to our room. Stopping briefly at my dads door already resonating with Martha’s gasps and moans.
I quietly slipped into my rooms d moved to the adjacent wall. I was rewarded with obvious sounds of them fucking. I could tell but her sounds and words that she was very comfortable with my dad now. Telling him to fuck her harder. Not to stop. She was close to cumming.
She came and again a short while later. This time though she asked him to cum I her ass. Which he apparently did and she loved it. I went back down stairs for another beer and some gambling. When I went back upstairs the room next door was silent. They were actually napping this time.
The formal awards banquet was a great event and Martha was so excited to be recognized for her achievements. Both my dad and I were very proud of her. The after party was great fun hanging out with our people and many new friends. It was our last night so I intended on letting my dad stay in my room again.
Martha had a different idea. She led us both to our room where we had our first of many threesomes with my dad. To say it was amazing would be an understatement. She was a wild woman. Completely insatiable almost the whole night. I can remember waking up late into the night and her riding my dads cock to yet another orgasm.
Sadly my dad passed away 6 years later. We both took the loss hard but I knew his last six years were happy ones. We still go the the annual conventions out in Las Vegas. We get adjoining rooms and act like we are strangers to the newcomers. I have listened to Martha have sex with other men. Sometimes two men at a time. We ha e had threesomes with another man. Most recently we had our first foursome with another couple.
I loved my ice in the military...but it isn’t as good as the second phase of my life.
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