When she found it, she quickly wrapped it around her waist and tied it clumsily. She smoothed her hand over the silky robe, following the curves of her body, trying to erase the wrinkles she had made in the garment during their hot fuck.
Bill struggled with his hard prick. Even the cold water the intrusion had poured on their balling hadn't softened his excited rod or diminished the fire in his mind. After a desperate effort, he managed somehow to push his unyielding tool down the leg of his pants far enough to zip them up. He knew that his present state of erection would be obvious enough to Doug or Chastity when they entered the room. There was nothing he could do about it now.
Bill's horny mind flashed with images of Chastity's coming home and finding him sitting with her mother, a hard-on throbbing in his pants. He was so excited by Rena's luscious body that the thought of letting his daughter see that hard bulge between his legs raised him to even greater heights of desire, even though he realized how nasty such thoughts were.
Rena's hot wet cunt tingled and burned. She sat next to Bill on the sofa with her legs held tightly together as if to hide her horny state. She couldn't help staring at Bill's enormous prick throbbing in his pants. A patch of moisture was beginning to form at the end of his dick. She tried to imagine how he felt with that embarrassing cock exposed to whichever of their two children was about to walk through the door. For his sake she hoped it wasn't going to be Chastity.
She couldn't help imagining how she would feel if Doug walked in and saw her sitting there with wrinkles in her robe and a guilty look on her face. She knew that it would be obvious to him that her mind was on his dad's hard dick. She knew too that the heady aroma of her hot pussy was still in the air like a sexy perfume. He couldn't help noticing it. The thought of being caught in that condition by her son kept her cunt hot and alive in spite of her inner struggle to put off her emotions.
They sat together on the sofa for a long time looking like two teenagers about to be caught making out by the girl's parents. They waited and waited. The wait was excruciating. Bill's cock showed no sign of going down. Rena continued to look as lascivious as she felt. Still they waited. Still nobody entered the room.
At first they thought that Chastity was saying good night to Rick after a good screw. Then it occurred to Rena that she and Bill might just have been wrong about those headlights turning into their driveway. True, they were low headlights like Doug's Porsche or Rick's GTO. But then the neighbors had a sports car, too. Rena went to the window cautiously and peeked out. Then she turned back toward Bill and closed her eyes.
'Bill, Bill, Bill! I almost hate to tell you this!' she laughed.
'If it's what I think it is, you'd better not tell me!' he said.
'That's right, Bill! That was Pete and Jane Hampton pulling in next door!'
'Oh, shit!' Bill moaned, hiding his face in his hands.
'It's not as bad as it seems, Bill. You've still got that nice hard cock sticking down your leg and I'm in the mood for a good fuck. We can start all over from the beginning,' Rena said, sitting down next to her husband and dropping her hand on his hard-on.
'Guess we'd better go upstairs this time,' Bill said, shaking his head in disbelief. 'I think I'll take a quick shower first. Okay by you?'
'As long as you don't take all night, darling. I'm ready to take your big cock up my cunt right now!' Rena whispered intensely, rubbing her hand over Bill's stiff dick.
Bill followed his wife upstairs. He was moved by the tempting sway of her well-trained ass to reach out and lift the back of her robe. He held it up over her ass, exposing her luscious full buttcheeks, watching them move in rhythm as she walked. He stared at the tuft of cunt hair that was visible down between her legs. He ran his hand between her statuesque legs, tickling her furry pussy from behind. Squealing when his hand touched her twat, Rena ran the rest of the way upstairs.
Rena ran to their bedroom and closed the door behind her as if to escape the advances of a sex-fiend. Bill laughed quietly and proceeded down the upstairs hall to the bathroom. He tiptoed past Dawn's door. The light was out in her room. He was more secure knowing that she was in bed fast asleep. Bill didn't need another interruption of their fucking.
He closed the bathroom door quietly behind him to avoid waking Dawn and turned on the water in the shower. Eager to get back into Rena's waiting cunt, he quickly stripped down, managing with some difficulty to get his pants down over his hard rod. He threw his clothes into a disorderly pile in the middle of the floor and stood before the mirror for a while admiring his physique.
Like Rena he had kept his body in perfect shape through the years. All the effort it had taken to preserve his masculinity was paying off now in high-powered honeysucks with his beautiful wife. Many of the men he knew were getting pot-bellies and going home at night tired and rundown, only to crawl into bed with a flabby wife and go to sleep. It was a curse Bill didn't have to live with. He had to agree with Rena that he was still the picture of virility, especially when he stood naked with a big hard-on jutting out in front of him.
Bill took his dick in his hand and stroked it a few times until fluid began to seep out of the head once again. Then he entered the shower, sliding the translucent glass doors behind him. He lathered up and showered vigorously, the warm cascading water and the ever-present vision of his wife and her hot willing twat keeping his hard-on from diminishing.
Bill couldn't resist the temptation to jack off leisurely for a few minutes. He soaped up his prick and wrapped his fist around it, sliding his foreskin back and forth over his spongy cockhead. When he was at the brink of shooting his wad against the shower wall, be took his hand away from his twitching tool. Then he adjusted the shower until it sprayed a hard sharp torrent against the head of his dick.
The water stung as it hit his sensitive prick, making his hard cock tingle and jerk all by itself. He leaned back against the shower door and arched his back a little, thrusting his dick out and enjoying the stinging sensation. He closed his eyes and thought about Rena's lovely body and how young she felt to his touch. He thought of the loving care with which she was probably preparing herself for him at that very moment. He could almost see her sitting at her dressing table, singing softly and carefully combing her soft long auburn hair. He could almost see her untying her robe and shrugging her shoulders, letting the garment fall back behind her. He could almost see her lifting her hair and letting it fall down her bare back ma soft cascade.
The more he thought about her the closer he came to getting his rocks off. He knew that the friction of the water on his cock could bring him off all by itself if he kept thinking about her so intently. Wanting to shoot his load into Rena's tight cunt instead of wasting it against the shower wall, he turned away from the hot tingling spray and faced the shower door, rinsing the soap off his back. He wrapped his hand around his cock again and stood there for a while with the spray stinging his back. Then he turned off the water quickly and threw open the sliding shower door. He stepped out of the shower with his hand still wrapped tightly around his stiff dick.
His daughter Dawn was standing there waiting for him with wide and questioning eyes.
Never in his life had Bill been so paralyzed and completely helpless. He hadn't seen the girl through the steamed-up shower door. He had no idea, of course, how long she had been standing there or how much of his jacking off she had seen.
He just stood there in shock, holding his hard dick in his hand and staring absentmindedly into Dawn's innocent blue eyes. When Bill's mind finally dared to start functioning again, he realized that he was in quite a predicament.
He had to assume that she had been able to see enough through the steamed-up window to wonder what he was doing in there. He didn't think that Dawn knew yet what masturbation was all about, unless, of course, she had been instructed by one of the neighborhood boys. He knew all about Dawn's insatiable curiosity about anything she didn't understand. It was a good trait but at the moment it was a pain in the ass for Dad.
Suddenly shocked into reality by the sobering realization that he had to extricate himself from the situation, he dropped his dick like a hot potato and grabbed a bath towel. He held the towel far out in front of him to shield his crotch from Dawn's obviously interested eyes, but his prick remained hard and excited in spite of his embarrassment.
He tried to avoid looking at Dawn. Dawn didn't try to avoid looking at her Dad. In fact she was very much interested in him at the moment. While Bill had been standing there in shock, Dawn had been staring at the big hard thing that jutted out in front of her dad's muscular and hairy body. It looked just like the big things that all the boys had had at the party, at Marcy's house. If anything, it was bigger than most of the ones she had seen that night. It occurred to Dawn that her Dad was just the one to answer all of her questions about that night. What luck
