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Walked In On Wife Having Sex With Her Dad

My wife, Norma, and I had been married a short time about six months when we decided to try swinging. It took a while for my wife to consider it but she did finally decide to meet some of the swinging couples that I had an opportunity to contact. She did say she could guarantee nothing until after we met them. Upon meeting she would decide if she wanted the husband to **** her. She could also not guarantee that if she did, she might want to try him bareback. The pills were not yet out and I sort of assumed she was referring to condoms.
It took awhile, a number of meetings with different couples, before she decided to swing. I remember it well, his name was Al and his wife's name was Jean. I did not get to see them in action that first time but did hear some about it. It had been a bareback ****, no condom, she had not thought to ask, Norma did not care for the way he had ****** her, more like a pile driver rather than slow and easy.
After that we began to hit it off with couples and was swinging on a regular basis. I was happy that my wife had began swinging but was also careful not to upset the cart. If my wife changed her mind, not only would I not get to have sex with other men's wives but would also not get to see them ******* my wife.
It was eight or nine months into our marriage, about 3 months after my wife began swinging. I had came home early to surprise my wife. Brought her Roses and planned on taking her out to dinner. Just the two of us to show my appreciation for her being my wife. I was in for a somewhat rude shock.
Wanting it to be a surprise, I was very quiet as I looked for her. Finally when I was heading for the bedroom, I began to hear some noises. When I got to the bedroom door, which was ajar, I peeked in and what to mine eyes did appear. My wife was on her back on the bed, naked and her legs spread with a man between them driving his **** into her. There was some moaning and groaning during the thrusting and I did not know what was coming from whom.
I am not sure how it came to pass since if I had wanted it to happen, it would not. But I had a butts eye view from the bottom, legs spread, balls swinging as he drove his **** into my wife. That wet **** going into a wet ***** noise. I don't know if I actually saw it or it was my imagination, but it seemed as though my wife's neatly trimmed ***** was opening and closing around his ****.
I was getting ready to burst into the room, you know the distraught husband catching his wife being ****** by another, since his **** was not really large, more like mine! I noticed mine was getting hard rather fast. W4ell maybe wait a few minutes, my **** was getting harder, after all you would not want interrupt him before he came in my wife.  Of course, my wife would never forgive me if she did not have her ******, or three. It was not unusual for my wife to have multiple *******.
What to do? My **** was swollen, stiff as a board and I wanted to ****. I thought about going in and asking to join them but instead, I pulled out my **** and began to play with it. It was only a few minutes and I had to pull my handkerchief from my pocket to cover my **** as my *** shot out, all in the handkerchief and not on the carpet.  Trying to clean up the excess *** and decide what to do.
It would not be a good thing to interrupt them before my wife got his ***. I did have a pretty good view of his **** and it was thrusting into Norma but I did not see evidence of a condom on it. From their actions, I guessed they were close to *******. As I was walking away from the bedroom door, I heard the grunting and squealing as with pigs reaching ****** and Climax.  What can I say, I was pissed because my wife was being/had been ****** in our bed by another man.
I put my **** in my pants and zipped my fly. My **** was still excited but going down. What to do? I sat in an armchair where I could keep an eye on the bedroom door. Surprise, Surprise, what you two been doing in my bed?  Actually our bed but who is counting! I would be the one in for the surprise.
With I was sitting there seething with rage, I was thinking about the couples with whom we had swung. So my wife was getting some on the side, what the hell I did owe her something for agreeing to swing in the first place. The frustration felt as it was slowly leaving.
I think it may have been coincidental that the angry was about gone when they walked out of the bedroom door. My wife first, a smile on her face, then him, his hands on my wife's ***. I got the shock of my life when I looked to see who she had been *******. I knew him, not as well as my wife did but I knew him. It was my Father-In-Law, Norma's Dad, who had been ******* my wife, his daughter, in our bed.
I felt like everything had just dropped out from under me. I could not speak, just revisited the scene I had observed through the bedroom door. The strange thing was my Limp **** was trying to twitch back to usable condition.  I was not the only one stunned, My wife stopped and stared at me, George, my Father-in-law looked as though he hand been caught with his hand in the Cookie jar, or maybe his **** in my wife. I could not hear what my wife told him, something about her taking care of it, as she ushered her dad out the door.
I was in a state of shock as she sat down to talk to me. All I could think of was she was sitting there, probably still had some of her Dads seed in her, and my **** was twitching. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. George was not the first man that had left his *** in my wife but I had been screwing the mans wife. I liked my Mother-in-law but not in a sexual way. She was overweight, not that bad looking, but from what I understood rather prudish when it came to sex.
The parts of the conversation with my wife began to get through to me. She was sorry about not telling me but her two older brothers and her Dad had been screwing her since she was 15. Mostly just Anal but recently it was vaginal sex.  It seems her ad had been screwing her older Sister, Marge,  also. My wife wanted to keep having sex with her Dad and one brother.  My wife suggested swapping with her Mother and Dad but that I would not agree to since I could get no sexual interest in her mother. Alternative was Dad would bring over Marge to swap with us. Marge was a bit thin but otherwise did have a certain sexual attraction.  Her brother would bring his wife for swapping. His wife had big boobs but slim in the lower quarters and I did like her.
This went on for some time and once I had agreed, she made a call. Back to where we was. While I was not overjoyed I still asked my wife to go out for the evening. We went to a reasonably nice restaurant, the men, not all but a lot, stared at my wife and I began to wonder if they knew she had been ******* her Dad a few hours earlier.
The meal went well but I kept thinking about my wife sitting across from me with another mans seed in her. I was getting horny, could not help it. We were both waiting to see if the Family would accept the deal my wife had brokered with me.  As it had been after swinging, my wife and I would return home, and get it on.
After dinner we returned home, I was real hard in no time thinking about my father-in-laws *** inside my wife.  She spread her legs and I entered her, my **** wanted to stay hard, she had multiple ******* but I only had one climax. With the *** cocktail still inside her, we went to sleep. Woke up to a whole new day.
Saturday and had some things to do, while I was gone apparently my Father-in-law had talked to his son and Daughter and they had agreed to the deal for ******* my wife.
Later my Wife asked me about sex with her Dad, no wanted to know If I would suck her dads ****? Apparently something he had picked up in Normandy. I agreed, rather reluctantly, and we have many ********** together. I got pretty good at sucking his **** but that was 50 plus years ago. We did do 69 several times but he was diagnosed with Lung Cancer and they operated but it was too late.  In his mid 50's he died of Cancer.
I had screwed Marge several times and we had swapped with my wife's brother and his wife several time. But things with her brother fell apart when his wife got pregnant and he thought I was the Father.  I was not the Father but by the time it was determined, things had gone too far.
Somewhere this may be continued. Not sure at the present time.
jessehasbeennawty jessehasbeennawty 70+, M 1 Response Sep 12, 2013

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hmmmm; you know what they say about too many cooks in the kitchen