It started innocently enough, didn’t it baby? After years of being worn down by boring, sexless domestic life, we both decided we would do anything to save our marriage. So we went to a marriage counselor, and she gave us *so many* fun ideas of how to spice up our marriage, and needless to say… they worked out.
It started with porn. We decided to watch some together and the sex that resulted was *great*. I turns out I’m bisexual, who knew!? But we also discovered two other things: we prefer real, amateur pornstars to the fake mass produced studio stuff… and we both *love* younger girls. Nineteen year olds? Eighteen year olds? barely legal? They drove us *wild*
Of course it escalated. The first time we tried a camgirl site was one of the best nights of my life. We tipped some fresh faced college girl $25 and she fucked her hot little pussy live on camera for us. We were both so turned on we were practically *drunk* on lust. I creamed all over your cock before you even finished pushing it inside of me, and we both had to desperately cover our mouths to keep from cumming loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear. We couldn’t have them thinking the wholesome little couple down the street had become dirty little sex freaks, now could we?
That’s when we started getting hotel rooms. We’d find some boring show or convention out of town that our daughter Abby would *never* be interested in going to and booked a room in the same hotel. But instead of quilting or rock collecting, we’d be spending the whole weekend turning teenage girls into whores for less than the cost of a few fancy meals. Abby got her parents out of her hair for a few nights, the little webcam whores got a few polite customers who tipped well and we came So. Fucking. Hard. And as our doctor said, it was *healthy* and *natural* Until we went and did something our therapist NEVER would have approved of.
It was saturday night in the spring. We’d been having our fun for about six months at this point. We were pretending to go to… something. V intage cars? I can’t remember. What I can remember is that the night before Kelly, one of our regular little sluts, had her boyfriend over and while she was gagging on his cock, I was gagging on yours. She was SUCH a little cutie. You could hardly believe she was eighteen, but the site we used websluts.com were always careful to check. Friday was SO much fun, wasn’t it honey? Kelly’s boyfriend came in her mouth the same moment you came in mine. I love watching teenagers get fucked!
Saturday though, Saturday was shaping up to be a bore.… *none* of our favorites were online. Maybe we were *too* generous with tips the night before, and Kelly and her boyfriend decided to go out and celebrate. No good deed goes un-punished, does it baby? *giggle*
But for whatever reason, websluts.com was a *ghost town*, and you suggested that we try Cam-roulette… Cam-roulette was… lets just say it was less professional. It didn’t check ID’s, it didn’t process payments. None of that stuff. It was often used by girls just testing the waters to see if they liked the thrill of camming. You’d keep clicking “next” until you found something you liked, and you’d watch them as long as you wanted. If you wanted, you could tip them through Payfriend or flipcoin or whatever.
But Cam-Roulette had… a reputation. It was seen as the place where you might find girls who looked a little too.. Youthful. The professional webcam performers *hated* it, because it as a place for perverts to get off for free. But none of them were around tonight, were they baby? And we had to get off, didn’t we? We came all the way out here to have the privacy to engage in the dirtiest kind of filth, and it’s not our fault our needs were not being met. We were *owed* filthy, digital sex from some teenagers… weren’t we baby?
And… that’s *exactly* what we found. Oh fuck baby… how can that place be legal? They looked… they looked too young.
We’re *dirty* but even we felt guilty watching some of these young women...at least at first. Baby.. you got *harder* for these girls. You got HARDER for them.. Harder than I’d ever felt you… and then it got worse.
After a few hours, and a few mind blowing orgasms, I wasn’t sure you were going to be able to get hard again. You LOVED looking at those teens didn’t you baby? We were idly flipping through from one girl to the next while I slowly jerked off your spent cock. But when we flipped to one girl I immediately started feeling you harden in my hand again. “Three times without a break baby?” I cooed, not even given the little teenage slut on screen more than an idle glance. But you didn’t just get hard again. You got harder than I have *EVER* felt you. You were kissing me soon, your fingers entwined with ours... fucking your cock up into our hands.
I felt the lust coming off you in waves. Hotter and more intense than ever. Your other hand was on my ass, your fingers teasing my holes. “Oh god.” I moaned “What has gotten INTO you?” I absolutely LOVED it. I was ready to give you *everything*. Anything you wanted, it was yours.
“Look.” you groaned. Your cock like a steel rod in my hand. I glanced at the screen. She was cute, thin coltish legs. Young looking. But not any younger looking than the others. Plus she didn’t show her face. That was always kind of a let down. Fuck I could feel your fingers desperately teasing at my pussy. I was on fire. “She’s hot” I said, not wanting my lack of enthusiasm about this girl to rain on your sexual parade.
You grabbed me by my hair and started to push me onto my stomach on the bed. I LOVED this kind of play, but it was never really your thing. You were just a doughy dad from the suburbs. I love you! But who was this man who was having his way with me right now? Whatever was doing it for you tonight, we needed more.
“No. LOOK.” You said as you bent me over. Ready to mount me from behind. I got onto my hands and knees, increasingly startled by your sexual dominance. I was facing the screen and glanced again. I let my eyes focus as you started pushing your cock into me, and I gasped and moaned with realization. “Oh god baby it’s her.” I was cumming… no I was *squirting* on your cock. The bed, the book shelf, the cute little stuffed elephant we bought for her when she was little. Naked as the day she was born, our little Abby, with a vibrator in her clit, getting off to strangers watching her. I knew now what had gotten into you baby. My husband, the best man I had ever known, was fucking his wife like an animal watching his daughter cum. Every innocent kiss on the cheek, every cuddle the two of you had ever had in your life flashed through my mind, the memories taking on a sinister tone as you fucked me harder than you ever had in your life. This lust, this furious lust you were fucking into me.. It wasn’t *new*. This was *years* of pent up sexual frustration, and you were slamming in into me and I LOVED it. All I could do was moan “It’s her… it’s her… it’s HER” over and over again as you had your way with me, it felt like you were tearing me apart.
I could tell you were getting close, as your breath started to get ragged. When you finally came you grabbed me even harder by the hair and made sure I was looking RIGHT at the screen as you pumped my pussy full of your powerful sperm. Were you trying to get me pregnant? Was your cum trying to break through my birth control and defy all the odds and give you another daughter who would become your internet whore in a decade and change? Is that what you wanted, baby? It fucking *felt* like it was.
You collapsed as soon as you came, thick hot white cum running out onto the hotel bed as you pulled your still hard cock from my pussy. I managed to muster the strength to get to the laptop. The little slut was still fucking herself, but I messaged her. She gave me an email address. “Roxy Red” was the name our sweet little daughter had picked out to sell herself over webcam. Oh and she had a Payfriend account. I tipped her $100 and I could tell she was kind of in shock. She’d never gotten that much before. She was *hooked* “My boyfriend and I really liked you." I typed to her. "Can you do a private show later tonight?… maybe cam2cam?” “Yes” she replied “But I don’t show my face, at least not yet” “That’s okay.” I typed back “My boyfriend and I won’t show our faces either.”
Baby you were still trying to catch your breath. You had fucked years and years full of sexual frustration into me. I suggested we have a shower and get dinner. We were going to need ALL the energy we could get.