Chapter 1

I'm pretty lucky. I was able to go to college and get into a good, well-paying career that I've always found interesting. I found the ideal wife, she's pretty and sexy and loves to keep me a happy boy. I've never asked her for anything, blow jobs, hand jobs, sex, just whatever, she's always ahead of me. Perfect, right?

I also get along with Tara's family, another good thing. Her mom, Myra, is a nice woman and her dad, Dean, has become quite a good friend.

He and I talk about all sorts of things, sports, business, politics, even sex, and that's kind of where this story starts.

I'd gotten up to get us a couple more beers one afternoon when we were out by our pool and when I came back out and sat down, he asked me, "Ben, um, kind of keep this under your hat, but, well, do you know where a guy might get a good blow job?"

I looked at him, rather taken aback.

"Don't get me wrong, okay, nothing's wrong at home particularly, it's just that Myra doesn't especially like to do it and, well, she really doesn't want to. And, well, we also don't have sex much, either, and I'm getting more and more in need."

"Yeah, I can see how that might happen after a lot of years," I commiserated, "I guess it happens."

"Well, it's just that I'd like some relief and I don't know how these things work anymore, you know, finding someone to do it, and thought maybe you might know."

"Now you don't think I'm getting anything from anybody but Tara, do you?" I asked him.

"Oh, no, I didn't mean that at all. Just that you might know how I could find somebody to do it. Being discreet, of course."

"Well, let me think about it, Dean," I told him and our talk went to other things.

Poor guy, I thought. I was glad my wife didn't inherit her mother's dislike of a hard cock in the mouth, in fact, Tara was a splendid cocksucker.

She's told me that the first time she slid her lips down over a boy's dick she had an orgasm right then. And, from then on, she's just loved giving blow jobs.

I've already told you she loves sex, we pretty much do it every night unless she has her period, then she sucks me but, heck, she sucks me anyway. Like I said, she loves it.

Tara and I have done some playing with others, she even did a glory hole session once while I taped her taking cock after cock. She got herself off five times that afternoon.

We've also been at a few parties, adult parties, where she'd be blindfolded and try to guess which guy it was she was sucking off while the rest of us all watched. And, yes, she was naked. And, she usually didn't guess correctly when it was my cock in her mouth.

It was about three days later when I'd just come out of the shower when she came in to shower herself.

As was normal, I'd given my cock a few soapy strokes then finished showering so when I was standing there, I was about half-hard.

"What's this?" she said as she lifted it in her hand.

"I think it's a cock that's in need of some lovin'," I said and she knelt down and took me in her mouth.

As I stood there being sucked, the conversation with her father came back to me and, looking down, I thought, well, the best blow job I could ever arrange for him, was kneeling right before me sucking me off at that very moment.

She leaned back, held my shaft and began licking circles around the crown as I laid my head back so enjoying every feeling. She varied the licking with slow sucks to the head as I felt myself getting nearer to cumming.

As she sucked me, I had this mental image of her sucking her dad's cock and I know that the whole taboo eroticism of the idea caused me to cum before I normally would have.

After I'd cum, she stood up and said, "You were really horny this morning. Didn't I fuck you good enough last night?"

"Oh, hon, you fucked me as good as ever. Just some especially salacious thoughts in my head this morning."

"Oh, and what are they?"

"Mmm, just a guy that asked me if I could find him someone to give him a great blow job. I guess he never gets one at home."

"And you thought I'd be just the one, right?"

"The thought had occurred to me, yes."

"And it's someone nice, someone I might like?"

"Oh, I'm sure of that."

"And he's not getting blown at home, poor puppy. So you want little wifey to suck his cum out for him."

"Yeah, well, I'm sure he'd appreciate it."

"I guess it's been a while since I've had a new cock in my mouth. So, maybe I'd do it."

Well, we went about our day after that but it hadn't left my mind. It was two weeks before Father's Day and I'd told Dean I'd set something up with a woman I used to work with, true enough, Tara and I had met on the job, and that I would get a motel room for the Sunday after next, in the morning.

I told Tara that I had the guy lined-up and that he didn't want the woman to know who he was so she would wear the usual blindfold. She was fine with that and it all looked good to go.

I told Dean to come to the motel at ten in the morning and that I'd call him on his cell right before ten to tell him which room. I was to let him in, then he was to strip and put on a blindfold, then my friend would come out of the bathroom and suck him off.

I also told him I was going to make a video of it, keeping it so no one's faces showed and he really seemed to like that idea.

I regularly videoed Tara's exploits so she was expecting it.

We got to the motel about nine-thirty and I got the key and we went down the side of the building and I opened the room. It was a bit stuffy so I turned on the air conditioner, set it to bring in outside air while Tara got undressed.

I told her that neither one of them should speak while they were together and that I would tell them what to do if needed and would video the entire time so she could have a record of her sucking this grateful man.

Then, I stepped outside and called my father-in-law and told him the room number.

I got Tara into the bathroom and tied the blindfold securely around her head and went back into the room.

There was a soft rap at the door and I let in Dean and had him strip. I soon saw that he was greatly anticipating the morning's activities, his cock was hard and swollen.

I tied a blindfold on him as well, then moved him next to the wall.

"I'm going to bring her out now. No more talking, okay?" and I opened the bathroom door and led my wife out by the hand. She followed my lead right to him, bumping into him.

Her hand went down and took his cock, then she knelt down and slipped her mouth over him and began sucking him off while I videoed it, trying to keep her face out of the frame.

I've been sucked by Tara countless times and each time is a whole new experience. She loves to give head and constantly searches the porn sites for blow job vids to see if someone has thought of something she hasn't. She has learned well and now her father is on the receiving end of all her avid scholarship. She is masterful at extracting cum from a man.

I videoed her mouth, lips and tongue in closeup as she fellated her father, each of them totally unaware of the other's identity.

He was groaning pretty much, I knew just how good she was and it seemed that she even backed off some so he might enjoy it longer, but, of course, in sucking a cock, the inevitable arrives and he arched forward and she began swallowing her father's semen as quickly as it spurted into her mouth.

She sucked him a few more minutes, then stood up as his hands felt her breasts and she leaned forward to kiss him, tonguing his semen into his mouth as I knew she always loved to do.

Neither said a word to each other, just as had been agreed before they came together.

I led Tara back into the bathroom and told her I'd be right back, then went out and took off Dean's blindfold.

"Well, was she good?"

"Oh, Ben, I don't know where you found this woman but she is the best, the absolute best. It was the greatest. I guess I'd better be off, huh? See you later. Four o'clock, right?" he asked, referring to our Father's Day cookout later in the day.

I confirmed it and he was soon dressed and left.

Tara was dressed when I opened the bathroom door and we were soon in the car headed home.

"Did he like it?"

"Oh, he loved it, he said you were the best. Just the best," I told her as I reached over to squeeze her thigh. She spread open, moving my hand to her pussy which I rubbed all the way home.

As soon as I poured us some coffee, I showed her the video.

"That's pretty hot. Let's keep it, I'd like it on my computer. So, who's the lucky fellow?"

"Any ideas?" I asked her not knowing how she might accept the news that she'd just sucked off her father.

"Well, I think it might be an older man, older than you by some."

"Good so far."

"Nice cock, though, it was fun to suck but, you know me, I love them all, right?"

"Would you do it again?"

"Sure, you know me. He sure had a great orgasm, I love whenever a guy does, I love that throb in my mouth right as he starts cumming. Mmm. I'd like to do it again, get it out, Ben, I'll do you," she said and we quickly got out of our clothes and she knelt down, now for the second time that Sunday morning, to take a cock in her mouth to pleasure.

I sat on a kitchen chair with Tara between my legs as she held my cock and began to lick and lap circles around the head, something she knows gets me wound-up pretty fast.

Then, she took some sucks taking me almost all the way in her mouth, ending with sucking the head as her fingers circled my shaft jacking me up and down. It wasn't long before, just like her father earlier, I was cumming into Tara's mouth as she swallowed away.

After we were dressed, I made a disc of the video and loaded it on Tara's laptop with some other adventures she's had, she and I, actually, and she watched this morning's blow job with great interest, trying to guess who it might be. I also made a copy for her dad and emailed it to him.

"He's obviously an older guy, he doesn't shave around his cock and it looks like there might be a little gray hair blended in there."

So, I let her try to work it out of me but I was not about to do that.

Chapter 2

Later, her parents arrived and I'd fixed drinks all around and we'd all changed into swimming gear for our pool.

We were all standing out back, drinks in our hands, everyone talking, when I noticed that Tara had grown quiet.

I leaned to her and whispered, "You okay?"

She looked up at me, squinting her eyes and said, very quietly, "I was just noticing the three moles, the big one and the two smaller ones on my dad's stomach."