Walking into the home I'd entered all my life, I heard these words spoken, words that are etched in my mind.
"Hey, slide over I want to taste myself". There were slurping noises followed by "God your ass tastes so good with my sperm dripping out of it". He was quickly answered by "I love you fucking me and having your cum deep inside me. Lets see if I can get you hard already". Movement then more sucking and slurping sounds.
The next phrase I heard was "Any time you want to sit on my cock, bury that thing right up there". Lots of shuffling around and then "Oh, Oh that's feels so fucking good, yeh that's it fuck me like that, oh fuck yeh". And so on and so on.
The first voice was my fathers voice asking someone I know very well to slide over. The second voice was someone who'd told me only hiurs before just how much he loved me, and that he'd see me after work. My husband's voice, was the last voice I heard before I snuck a quick look at him getting fucked by my father.
Moving back away from the lounge door. I had the vision of my dad's cock being thrust deep up my husband's asshole, and saw the utter delight on my husbands face taking, surprisingly, my dads enormous cock.
Everything inside me told me to burst in on them. But instead I held my ground and just listened to them fucking one another. Lots of grunting, sexual sounds and my father eventually telling my husband he was about to cum up him again.
Hearing the man who I'd married only eighteen months ago, yell out with orgasmic relief will stay with me forever. As will my father telling my husband he couldn't wait to take the trip I'd paid for them to go fishing together in a fortnights time.
It's my husbands thirtieth birthday soon, plus my dads fifty ninth. Paying for them to go fishing together killed two birds with one stone. Now I know they're going to use the time to fuck to their hearts content.
And the real crazy thing is, I actually became aroused listening to them fuck. To the point whereby I'd begun to touch my pussy through my panties, after slipping my hands up my loose fitting skirt. It was hearing them planning the trip away to have sex, that had brought me back to reality.
Leaving my father's home, my old home that morning I had mixed emotions. A little hurt, a little anger, but mostly a feeling of overwhelming love for them both.
I've decided, no matter what I'm not going to destroy what they have together. To do so would hurt my father, who's now alone after losing mom six years ago. Also it might end what has been and still is a wonderful marriage to a man I adore. Their gay relationship to all intents and purposes, has nothing to do with me. Having said that, and this isn't hinting at future wants, I really enjoyed seeing my husband take my fathers massive cock right up his cute looking well fucked asshole.