He Gets His MILF
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He Gets His MILF
By
YLeeCoyote@juno.com
It was not anything I expected. It was a hot summer day and the boys and a couple of their friends were out swimming in our pool. My wife, Lora, had just gotten back from taking them some drinks and reminding them to use sun block to prevent burning. Our boys and their friends still liked to skinny dip and had gotten used to Lora seeing them naked over the last decade. Now that the youngest was thirteen we allowed them to swim without an adult watching. They managed keep their juvenile rambunctiousness within reasonable bounds and Lora would not really be able to save them since they were all much bigger while I was at work most of the time.
"It's wonderful how they are so relaxed about their growing bodies, dear." she said. "One hears so much about teens being shy." I agreed and then she noted. "And they are all maturing; even Sammy [our youngest] already has pubic hair while Brett [Marlon's friend who is almost seventeen] is really a man now. He's got a package that would please any woman." I was surprised that she would talk like that. "I think that he likes to flaunt it."
I was not happy about that but she explained that he was never overt toward her but to the other boys so there was not anything that I could or should do about it.
"Perhaps we should have them wear suits now that they are growing up?" I asked her.
"I think that they will when it appropriate so let them be free for now."
I dropped the issue. Unfortunately, I did not know what was going on with Brett. Now, in retrospect, I know that simply put he had decided that Lora was a MILF. I guess that is certainly a compliment that she is aging well but when it turns into action, then that is an entirely different matter.
As the summer drew to a close, I developed some suspicions that something was not quite right. I knew that both of the boys had plans for Saturday so I told Lora that I had arranged to go golfing with friend. It was a lie as I was going to watch to see if my fear of improprieties was right. I wanted to be wrong but rather than just trusting Lora, I was going to find out for sure. Unfortunately, I had not thought it through very well for now I see that I would lose no matter what. If I was wrong and all was proper or if I was right and nothing happened that day, then my mistrust would not help my relationship with my wife. If I was right then I would know the worst but as divorce was unthinkable doomed to live with the unpleasant truth as a proven fact.
I left as planned, parked a few blocks away and headed back to watch the house. When I got there, I saw Brett's bike in the driveway. I held back as he could just have forgotten that Marlon was out or stopped by to pick up something he had left. After a half hour he did not come out so I let myself in quietly.
The noise came from them upstairs in the bedroom. It was extremely painful to hear Lora tell him how much a man he was and how his big, rock hard manhood satisfied her like I never did or could. I realized that she had been lying to me for years. I should have turned around immediately and slunk away quietly. If she didn't know I knew of her infidelity then I could go on for she would be the loving wife as always. Instead I went upstairs and caught them flagrante delicto. I screamed at them.
Brett turned and looked at me. "We'll see you in while, boy. We're busy now."
I could not believe he continued to fuck my wife. I yelled some more using some very colorful language.
He stopped and stood up. I could see that he had a huge cock and that it was covered in my wife's juices. It was twice the size of mine. "DON'T USE WORDS LIKE THAT IN FRONT OF A LADY, BOY." he yelled and slapped my face hard. "You're suppose to be playing golf, boy."
I went on with my tirade and he slapped me again to shut me up. "So you're a lying spy." I was dumbfounded. "Potty mouth liars get spanked in this house." he said with unbelievable authority. It was something that I had told my boys and their friends many times over the years and Brett was echoing it back at me. I just stood there frozen and he acted.
He grabbed my belt and opened it and then my shorts which fell to the floor. He yanked my boxers down and laughed. Because of the situation I was shrunken and thus even more boylike. He sat on the bed and pulled me over his lap like I was an errant boy. I could not believe that he was starting to spank me. He was strong and the testosterone that was surging through his system was driving him. His spanks were hard and I was yelling for him to stop. He had gotten one of my arms up my back and a leg over mine so I could not get free.
"Here use this." said Lora.
Then it got worse. She had handed him her hairbrush – the one she had used on the boys and they howled about. Now I was the one howling from its painful whacks. I broke down and went limp. Brett stopped after another fury of whacks.
My relief was short lived. He dragged me into the bathroom and soaped up a washcloth which he shoved into my mouth. "A naughty potty mouth boy gets his mouth washed clean." It was awful as he roughly scoured my mouth. He stopped and returned to the bedroom. I did the best that I could to wash the foul taste out of my mouth before I puked. When I returned to the bedroom, I heard them both yell from their orgasms. Lora never yelled like that for me.
When Brett got up, he saw me. "The little boy is back. Just in time to clean me off." He stepped over to me and clamped a hand on my shoulder. He knew a trick for it was instant intense pain and I dropped to my knees. "Clean my MAN cock off, boy." he ordered. I had no will to resist and I obeyed him sucking his cock clean and tasting my wife's juices as I did.
Then he got dressed and left. "See you soon, Lora." he said, while making the sign of the horns at me.
I dreaded what the future would be. I got an immediate sampling.
"Get over here and clean me up, boy." said my wife sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs spread. I hesitated and she snapped: "NOW!" It wasn't an unfamiliar position but this time was very different. My shame was manifest because of what was draining out. Of course, my wife's juices were familiar but they were mixed with vast amounts of his spooge. I gagged as I licked her. She held my head in close so I had to finish the cream pie.
When she was satisfied, she let me up only long enough to pull me back over her lap. "You lied to me, boy." she said as she brought the hairbrush slamming down on my already sore behind. She spanked and spanked so that I thought that I would never be able to sit again. When she finished she told me to change the bed and do the laundry while she showered. With my head hanging, I obeyed.
A little later she let me know that this would continue. "Brett gives me what you have never been able to. Now, it will be easier since you now know your place. It is not necessary to tell the boys."
I dreaded what the future would be even more than before.
The End
© Copyright A.I.L. December 19, 2012
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