The Greenfield Family
Copyright© 2025 by icehead
Chapter 11: Furthering Affairs
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 11: Furthering Affairs - Unfaithful, inattentive parents in a failing marriage. Bickering siblings who can barely stand to be in the same room. A sister who jetted off to college and never calls. A long list of secrets and dark histories. These are the ingredients that make up the dysfunctional Greenfield family. But the oldest son's girlfriend has a plan to help repair this fractured family, by converting them to her own family's not-so-conventional lifestyle.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Blackmail Coercion Consensual Drunk/Drugged Rape Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Cheating Sharing Slut Wife Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Cousins Uncle Niece Aunt Nephew BDSM Rough Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Nudism Slow
Rick had never been a great fan of flying. It wasn’t that he was afraid of it; he wasn’t one of those types who was always paranoid about the plane crashing. He just didn’t like the experience much. As a kid he’d always gotten airsick, and while he was over that affliction now, it was hard for him not to associate the experience with throwing up into a bag. He’d also never been able to sleep on a plane with the loud turbines resonating all around, and he almost always got a headache whenever the plane came in to land.
But in spite of all that, Rick felt freer right then, 40,000 feet above the Gulf of Mexico, than he had in years. Because he didn’t have to pretend to anyone. He didn’t have to look at the board members or his employees and pretend to be the tower of authority and composure they saw him as. He didn’t have to look at Keiko and pretend their marriage wasn’t falling apart.
And he didn’t have to look at his children and pretend he hadn’t failed their sister.
Or live in fear that one of them might find out the real reason Lily had left.
No, with the wonderful woman beside him, he didn’t have to hide anything. Apart from that last thing, of course.
He’d been trying to pass the time on the flight with some cop movie on the little screen in front of him. It was mildly interesting, but he doubted he’d remember much about it once it was over. But when Krista laid her hand on top of his, that got his attention a lot more than the movie ever could. “What are you thinking right now?” she asked.
Rick looked her over, starting from her normally straight and professional hair that she’d done up in ringlets for this trip. They may not have landed in the Caribbean yet, but she was pretty much already dressed for it, with her orange halter that was barely hanging onto her and that light floral skirt that ended tantalizingly high. She even had a tropical shell necklace to complete the package.
“I’m thinking you’re a time saver,” he said. “You picked an outfit that isn’t gonna take long to get off you.” He raised their clasped hands and kissed her knuckles.
“That’s why you hired me, right?” she beamed. “Efficiency.”
He chuckled, letting his eyes roam over her figure. It would have been more enticing to look at had she been naked, of course, but he could still appreciate what he saw. Besides, those tropical clothes looked pretty good on her anyway.
“Hey, I’ve got an idea,” she purred in that sultry voice that always meant something was about to happen that he would really like.
“What’s that?”
“You ever joined the mile high club?”
Rick had to shift in his seat all of a sudden. The combination of what she had just suggested and the smoldering look in her eyes meant that he was instantly sporting a diamond-cutting erection. “I ... can’t say that I have.”
Krista turned and craned her head to look back down the aisle. “I think that lavatory is empty,” she whispered. “I’ll go first. You wait three minutes, then tap on the door twice.”
Rick had a stray thought as Krista unbuckled her seatbelt and slid out of her seat to head down the aisle: her infectious energy and eagerness to try new things reminded him of how Keiko used to be in their early years, back when they’d first been madly in love, when she was always coming up with daring new things to try and enticing him to hook up in public places. They used to have so much fun together.
Well, he suspected Keiko was still up to do anything and everything. Probably couldn’t resist it, in fact. Just not so much with him anymore.
It was a slightly depressing thought, and he chose not to dwell on it. He checked his watch, glanced out his window at the clouds outside, and quietly hummed a little tune. He checked his watch again; two minutes gone by. How did that tune from Hawaii Five-O go?
And then his three minutes had passed. Calling on that sense of decorum that years of experience in the office had taught him, he tried not to appear in too much of a hurry as he got up from his seat and walked as nonchalantly as he could to the lavatory. As he’d told Krista, he’d never done something like this and wasn’t completely sure how discrete he needed to be. Were there people watching who would notice that he was entering a lavatory that someone else hadn’t come out of? Well, if they did, they were strangers he would probably never see again, so he supposed it didn’t matter, but...
Well, it wouldn’t be the first time he’d put aside his sense of propriety for the sake of pussy. That time he and Keiko had slipped under the hanging tablecloth in that classy French restaurant, back when Marcus was a baby...
Hey, wasn’t he supposed to not be thinking about Keiko?
He stopped at the lavatory door, pausing for a bit longer than he probably should have to glance around him. He reminded himself that he was just inviting more attention by lingering, so he did as Krista had instructed and tapped his finger twice on the door. A second later it opened halfway, and he slipped inside, to be immediately engulfed by a pair of arms around his neck and a hungry set of lips seeking his own. As his arms came around her body and his hands found only bare skin under them, he realized that Krista had already stripped naked for him.
A time saver indeed.
With that in mind, he slid his hands down her back to the smooth curve of her ass, and grabbed a handful of buttocks in each hand. She responded with a sharp intake of breath against his mouth, and pressed her body harder into him. His erection strained painfully in his pants as she ground her pussy on him.
And then she was attacking the buttons of his shirt, following her usual pattern of kissing every inch of his flesh as it was exposed. She worked her way down, kissing along his chest until the last button was undone, and then they ripped his shirt away and he pulled her up to her feet to grab her head and drive his tongue into her mouth again, while she set to work undoing his belt.
Moments later his pants were down around his ankles, and his cock was jutting up in the narrow space between them. Krista grabbed hold of him and began stroking, while he ducked his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth, making her roll her head back and gasp. He ran his tongue over the stiff nub, feeling its pebble hardness that advertised her extreme arousal. And when he reached down to cup her sex, the wetness he found there conveyed much the same.
Rick stepped out of his crumpled pants as Krista maneuvered him over to the sink and ducked down to inhale him into her mouth. He sucked in a breath through his teeth at the velvety softness and warm suction, reaching a hand down to run his fingers through her beautifully styled hair. A part of him worried briefly about messing up the work she had obviously put into doing up her luminous brown locks for him, but in the onslaught of pleasure from her sucking lips and tongue dancing on the underside of his shaft, that concern didn’t last long.
“Oh, Jesus,” he groaned after a few minutes. “You better stop, or I’m not gonna last much longer.”
She rose to her feet, still stroking him. “Whatever you say, boss.” She kissed him again, and began maneuvering around him, putting herself against the sink counter with her back to him and thrusting her ass back.
“You’re still calling me boss, even here,” he observed aloud as he moved around behind her, taking his cock in hand and beginning to aim it at the opening she was presenting to him.
“What else should I call you?” she grinned, looking at the eyes of his reflection in the mirror in front of her. “You don’t expect me to start calling you ‘Daddy?’ Like Big Daddy or something?”
“No!” he yelped, a bit too hard, jumping back from the pussy he had been less than an inch from penetrating. “No, definitely not!”
“Well then, boss, stop wasting time and fuck me already!”
Rick was a little surprised that he hadn’t lost any of his hardon from that “Daddy” comment. And in truth, he was a little dismayed at that. The fact that the implications of that word did not in fact turn him off at all, in spite of ... everything...
He wasn’t going to tell Krista why that comment had given him pause. He wasn’t going to tell anyone, for that matter. So he stepped forward, and proceeded with what they were both waiting for, running the tip of his cock through her wet furrow to find the entrance, and pushing inside her tight, slick channel.
The way she moaned as he slid inside was almost as stimulating as the way her walls clung to him. He took hold of her hips and gritted his teeth as he began to thrust, savoring the way her pussy slid along his shaft, the way she thrust her ass back to meet his thrusts, the flesh of her buttocks cushioning against him with every impact. “Oh, yes boss!” she husked. “Yes, fuck me! Ohh, yeah, fuck me, boss! Oooohhh!!!”
For a while, Rick’s attention was focused solely on looking down at the beautiful ass in front of him and his own cock sliding in and out of the wet tunnel below it. Her moans started to rise in pitch, announcing her impending climax. When she began convulsing around him, momentarily arresting his back-and-forth motion, he glanced up to look at her face in the mirror—
—and did a double take. For a second, he’d thought...
But no, after blinking a few times, he knew the face he saw in the mirror in front of his own, with eyes closed and mouth open in orgasmic release, was definitely Krista’s. It had only been his imagination, for those few blinks of an eye, when he’d looked in that mirror and thought he’d seen a different face. A younger face, with partially Asian features, with darker, straighter hair.
It had just been a trick of his mind. It was still Krista that was here with him. It wasn’t Lily.
He drove the thought out of his mind, as he drove himself harder inside Krista, pushing himself to release. With a few more thrusts he grunted, and erupted inside her.
He slumped down against her back, burying his nose in her hair and wrapping an arm around her as they caught their breath. “Well,” she panted, “cross that off the bucket list.” She reached a hand behind her to stroke his hair, and then she twisted and turned her head to kiss him.
He accepted her kisses and returned them well enough, but she clearly sensed something wasn’t quite right when she pulled back and looked at his face. “You all right?” she said. “You look like you’ve seen the Ghost of Christmas Past.”
He couldn’t resist a small chuckle. “Not Christmas.”
She furrowed her brow. “What...?”
“Never mind,” he said, turning her around and running his hands along her sides, while she placed her arms about his neck. “Nothing’s wrong. I’m here with you, we’re miles away from everything, we got no responsibilities to worry about ... everything’s just perfect.” Her smile in response and her kisses told him she accepted that answer. He was grateful for that at least, because he wasn’t prepared to explain to anyone what had actually unsettled him.
It had to have been that flippant “Daddy” comment she made. That had to be it. He’d never looked at Krista and imagined he’d seen the face of his eldest daughter before. He’d compared Krista to Keiko many times, but Lily had always been somewhere far away. Where she belonged during his time with this woman. But apparently that one little word was all it had taken to dredge up the long-suppressed baggage from his one great mistake.
He tried very hard not to show his dismay at the thought that he would never be rid of that baggage.
They gathered their clothes and dressed, and Krista went to open the door. They planned to leave one at a time, the way they had come—but the portly 50-something woman standing outside waiting for her turn, and who could clearly see the both of them in there, pretty much destroyed the need for discretion. As the woman’s scandalized eyes widened, Rick and Krista shared a bashful look, and then both exited the lavatory together, feeling the woman’s eyes following them as they returned to their seats. And hers weren’t the only eyes, either.
Rick decided it would be pushing things a little too much if he laughed right then.
How exactly had Keiko been talked into this? She was still replaying the events of the day she’d just had as she sat in the passenger seat of Barry’s car, watching the unfamiliar neighborhood go by, and could not figure it out. She knew what the sequence of events had been, of course; she just couldn’t understand why she couldn’t seem to say no to Barry.
It had started some time not long after she’d arrived at work that afternoon. She’d been making idle conversation with her co-worker Delaney around the water cooler; about what specifically, she couldn’t remember. But at some point, she had mentioned in passing that Rick had gone out of town. And it just so happened that Barry was within earshot. She just remembered his voice cutting in, saying, “Your husband is away, huh?” and then looking over to find him standing a short distance away, giving her that sort of look he had that always meant impending trouble.
Later, she’d been in the vanity studio getting ready for her broadcast, when Barry had come in and once again dismissed the hair and makeup crews. He’d stepped up to her chair, and slowly reached into his blazer. Keiko had felt that now familiar combination of excitement and panic even before he produced her vibrator again.
“Tonight?” was all she’d said, honestly not sure if she was more frightened or excited.
But Barry had looked at the vibrator as if he’d been thinking things over, and then tucked it back into his coat. “Nope. Not tonight, I think.” And then she’d known; she was definitely more disappointed than relieved.
“But here’s another idea,” Barry had said then. “I’ve been talking to my wife about you, and she’s been very interested in meeting you. Very... very... interested.” His implications couldn’t have been more plain if he’d said them aloud on the camera in mid-broadcast.
“Your wife?”
He’d nodded at that. “Arlene and I share everything. Absolutely everything.”
Somehow, something about that had felt like he was mocking her, whether he knew it or not. She couldn’t help but be reminded of the way things used to be with Rick. They hadn’t exactly done what Barry was implying, but...
“You mean tonight?”
“Since I understand your husband isn’t home, he won’t be expecting you. We could have some real, real fun tonight. And then, maybe later this week...” He’d then patted his coat where he’d stashed the vibrator and continued, “ ... we can do this thing again.”
The way he’d said it made it seem like them continuing her reckless stunt was conditional on her joining him tonight. Which, one would think, should have been an obvious out. Any rational person should have told Barry she was busy and forgotten about the whole thing, and thus gotten out of risking her career again.
And yet, here she was now, sitting in Barry’s car, going home with him after work when she should have been in her own car going back to her kids. The kids she’d already texted to tell they were on their own for dinner tonight. Which of course they were used to anyway, but...
The house that Barry pulled up in front of was ... interesting. It was a nice place, sure, but it had a stone brick design that gave it a kind of medieval castle vibe. And somehow that seemed all too appropriate. Moreso when Barry chivalrously opened her door for her like a knight in shining armor, with an exaggerated “Your stop, milady.” There was a subtle hint of lechery in the way he said “milady” that sent a slight shiver up her spine.
She followed him up the paved stone walk and up to the ebony double-doors. He unlocked it and led her into a grand, decorated living area with a crystal chandelier hanging low from the high ceiling. “Arlene!” Barry called. “I’ve brought a guest!”
A moment later, a stacked, curvy redhead in her late thirties appeared from another room, wearing a slim black dress that was clearly meant for someone to see her in it. Evidently this woman had been expecting her. “Hi, honey,” she said, and smiled wide when she saw Keiko, examining her like some new beautiful art piece her husband had brought home. “Wow, she’s even prettier than she looks on TV!” She stepped up and took both Keiko’s hands in hers. “Hello, Keiko. I’m Arlene.”
“Hello. Very nice to meet you.”
“Why don’t you come with us, I’ve been preparing a souffle for you,” Arlene said as pleasantly as could be.
She led Keiko by the hands into a very charming kitchen, where there was indeed a very appetizing souffle laid out next to some sparkling glass dishes on the central island. Barry conducted Keiko over to the small table in the corner, and said “Have a seat my dear,” pulling out a chair for her. As Arlene loaded up a plate for Keiko, Barry began filling a champagne flute.
“Wow, you are really going for classy service here,” Keiko observed.
“We just want you to feel comfortable,” Barry said, setting the champagne flute in front of her.