He was seated at his computer desk without a stitch of clothing. Watching him in profile, Emily couldn't see the screen, so she didn't know what was turning him on, but he clearly was turned on. He was stroking his hard cock as he watched and occasionally said, "Yo, mama," and similar mumbled phrases.

The boy had a very nice cock, looking much like his father's but definitely longer. And hard as iron. Soon, he began stroking faster, slipping down on his chair and pumping his meat until a spurt of cum emerged from the fat head of his cock to splatter on his own chest and stomach. God, what a load!, she thought proudly. Just like his old man.

Barely able to breathe properly, Emily backed away through the bathroom and then turned and ran through Elaine's room before Danny might come to clean up. She made it safely to her own room and closed the door before she heard his shower running. She laid on her bed with her head spinning. Too much information; too much action; too much to think about now.

When she had entered Patty's house her friend had called out from the living room, "Get naked before you come out here, lady!"

Laughing, Emily had complied. She stripped and smoothed her hands over her breasts and down to her pubic mound, slipping one finger in as a tease. When she entered the living room she found Patty standing naked except for the strap on dildo they'd bought the day before.

"Wow," Emily gasped.

"Get over here and blow me," Patty told her.

"But the curtains are, you know . . ."

"Of course they're open. My house, my rules. Now get over her and suck my cock, bitch." Patty was laughing and stroking her fake cock with one hand until Emily knelt before her to take over. "So, you want to fuck my husband, do you?" Patty asked.

"What? No, I never . . ."

Patty swatted the top of her head playfully. "Jesus, Ms. Literal, just play along okay?"

"Oh, yes, yes please." Emily licked the length of pink plastic. "Yes, I want to fuck your husband."

"How do you want Charlie to do you? Where do you want him to cum?" Patty cooed.

"From behind." And then filling her mouth with fake dick. "Want him to spank me." Licking the plastic balls. "Cum on my tits so I can watch." God, she was hot.

"Well I've got ten inches right here, mama. If you can handle me, you can handle him. Feel like trying?"

"Yes, please," Emily said, licking her tongue over the length of the plastic shaft.

"Okay, babe." Patty lifted her, taking her into her arms. For the first time, they kissed, tongues moving over each other, arms clinging, hands grasping. "Nice," Patty said, and then kissed her again. "Now lay over the arm of my couch for me. On your back. I want to see your eyes when you take this big boy inside."

Oh, Jesus, what a day it was after that. Emily fell asleep to dream of it blissfully.

#

Danny had been enjoying the sight of the second half of the two ladies' play. His mother, in her full strap on glory, was fucking Patty Trent hard and fast on the couch. She took her like a dog, leaning against the arm of the couch at first, then took her face to face, with Patty's knees up over her shoulders, and finally sideways, holding her legs apart like a scissors, and slamming that long dong into her till it seemed that she might be torn in two.

Swaying breasts, jiggling buttocks, kissing hungry lips-the video was hot no matter whose mother was in it. Those chicks sure knew how to fuck!

He took a long, hot shower after his quality personal time and then laid on his bed, blissfully drifting along on a flow of memories. Playing doctor as a child, watching his mother, his sister, and around again. What ever happened to Cathy and Carter Burton? He hadn't seen Cathy in a year, since he graduated, but she'd been a hottie then. Probably hotter now.

He was wondering if she might want to play doctor again when he fell to sleep.

#

Elaine returned to a house that was sound asleep. She wasn't the least bit tired, of course, but once she'd had a little snack and settled in on the couch with her book, she found sleep creeping in on her, too. She put her book down and laid down on the couch. It was Friday, after a surprisingly long week, and she had nothing better to do anyway. Why not join the party and sack out?

#

Robert Porter came home at five feeling hornier than he could remember ever feeling at this time of day. Emily had been calling the shots this week, and he was ready to take command of tonight's activities. What he really wanted was for his kids to go away for the night, but they were past the age of sleep-overs now. And so it was that when he walked in the door and found the whole family asleep that he was horribly disappointed. If they were sleeping now, they'd be up all night. No sex tonight unless he could think of a reason for he and Emily to leave the house.

Thinking of Emily and some horny trip to a cheap motel made him harder still, and he stood looking at his wife a moment wondering if he should wake her up. The kids were sleeping, after all. No, that wouldn't be fair.

Robert removed his suit and hung it in the closet and then discarded his shirt over the back of the chair. Then he stood in his shorts with his cock straining the fabric while he watched his wife sleep. Damn, she was beautiful. He pushed his shorts down and stepped out of them. Then, knowing how silly he looked, he took of his black stockings. It felt amazingly sexy to be standing here naked and looking at his wife.

He touched the head of his cock with one fingertip, circling lightly. Pre cum was already seeping from his dick, and he moistened his finger and rubbed it around the purple head. This was dirty. This was fun. What the hell. He opened the bottom drawer of the dresser carefully and took out the bottle of oil. Might as well do it right.

He sat on the chair and oiled his cock, careful not to drip on the chair or floor. After it was slick, he leaned back and began stroking himself slowly, enjoying the feel of his hand sliding over the skin of his circumcised dick, not moving the skin, just tickling the surface.

Emily mumbled something in her sleep and rolled to her back. What would she think if she woke and saw him? Would she be pissed that he was wasting a load? She mumbled something in her sleep, and then again, as she rolled back toward him. "Fuck me," she said, and then resumed breathing slowly and regularly.

Her words prompted him to pick up the pace. He wanted to come right on her and imagined her waking as the first drop hit her face. Dirty thought. Sure, but fun. He was breathing raggedly now, pumping his long cock and tightening his stomach muscles as he slid lower and watched his wife's face past his dick.

"Oh, shit," he whispered, fisting himself faster and faster. His eyes were half closed now, his vision unfocused, so he didn't see Emily's eyes open-just a bit at first, then wider when she saw what was happening. He didn't see her smile and lower her lids so that she was just able to see him past her lashes and tried to keep her breathing at a sleeping pace.

Robert came with an explosion of spunk that actually hit his neck. Jesus, that was good! He finished stroking himself, allowing the cum to run down over his hand and into his pubic hair. He felt exhausted and satisfied, but now that he was finished he really didn't want to get caught, so he stood quickly and strode into the bathroom to take a shower.

Emily lay a moment, allowing herself to smile. It was amazingly erotic to see her husband doing himself, and especially so knowing that he was looking at her when he did. He had been looking at her, imagining her, to get himself off. It was beautiful.

Then she let her eyes open a bit, noticing for the first time that the door had popped open. That was when she saw her daughter crouched in the hall with her hand in her pants and a rapt expression on her face as she diddled herself.

***To Be Continue***