with a nervous tremor, but the partner only slowed down, not thinking to stand still, and this provoked all the new convulsions of the orgasm. His wife sobbed in her voice, but he didn’t even think to stop until the woman calmed down completely, as if falling into a swoon. He continued, very slowly, to move in a body that seemed completely insensitive. It lasted long enough until the father himself got tired and did not lay his body on the body of his mistress. They lay asleep for five minutes. But then the spouse, having sighed, tried to push her partner off of herself, and he obediently stretched out her unfading organ from it, lay down on its side.

- You're not all? She asked quietly, almost in a whisper.

- Not.

“Did you take something again?”

- Of course. You want more?

- Yes, if you are not tired.
Wife rose to the knee-elbow position, knees apart as wide as possible. I looked at the male power of the father in all its glory and, even, with a share of some enthusiastic admiration. I watched, enchanted, behind how wet, shiny, elastic flesh burst, crushing gentle petals, into the woman’s bosom, and with some kind of mechanical dimension of strict rhythm slowly creeps out to fall back into its intended place.

In this position, the wife soon re-entered ecstasy, endlessly repeating one word: “More!”. Sometimes she froze, and quietly whined under his blows, reaching pleasure, and then began to rhythmically move her ass towards a man, and he did not indulge a woman, ruled in her body as he wanted and the woman obediently submitted to male power. The spectacle fascinated by the magic of the inner inflexible strength of a man, forced to respectfully perceive it.

After a short rest, without removing the instrument of delight, the father continued. Beloved by his consciousness was already somewhere outside the body, and the man continued and continued. I was amazed at how long it lasts. The tired partner began to fall on the bed more often, and then he put a blanket, crumpled with pillows along with her pillows, and then continued. His wife was completely weakened, just lay limp on this coma from the bedding. Her relaxed body shuddered limply at all the new hits, while her partner continued to drum into her. But then he stopped, thrusting his flesh along the base, and only now did I notice how tired he was.

For about a minute, he simply brought the breathing back to normal, reached out to a half-empty half-liter bottle of narzan on the table. Drank, throwing the glass right on the bed next to him. His wife continued to lie limp body, being in some kind of prostration. It never occurred to me to even so imperiously dispose of the body of my beloved, doing what I wanted, and not she. And I began to understand what my wife lacked in relations with me - this absolute dependence on a man, his desires, a feeling of complete power over herself. Father, meanwhile, again put his hand on his partner's waist, and proceeded to the third round. It lasted a long time. It seemed that my beloved was in a quiet swoon, until my father began to groan in his daughter-in-law, to pour into her. She immediately showed signs of life. Though sluggish, she turned to face him:

- What are you doing! Crazy! I can give birth to you! - Almost in joyful whisper spoke spouse. He silently pushed her inside with his flesh, and the one who was about to say something else, his wife stopped, moaned sweetly, and went limp.

They rested, not uncoupling, and I recovered from what he saw. It was thought: they say correctly that they do not teach their father ... He will teach you himself.It became a bit creepy to think that if I, then, had let everything go on my own, did not take my spouse to a frank conversation, but simply closed my eyes to her and my father - the family drama would have broken: the wife would be torn between me and my father. Mom would be crazy about this situation, and how would it all end? Most likely my mom and I would just kick her out. For my son, it would be a grief that you cannot cope with, without crippling life, I would most likely from continuing to love my wife, eventually leaving my son an orphan. Father's heart probably would not have sustained what he was the culprit.

I did not have time to think out, because my father stirred, removing a noticeably limp instrument. The wife, turning over on her back, pushed the clod on which she lay, spread her legs wide. An empty bottle hit my father's knee. He laughed:

- You're so laid down! Are you not happy?

- Good but not enough. I would not refuse! - with a cheerful, feigned coquettishness in his voice, his wife responded.

- What are you insatiable!

- Not me! I'm already tired. This is she, insatiable trash, still wants!

- Let's punish her if you want.

- I want, and how?

- Grandfather's way.

My father got up and in one motion, stretched his belt from the trousers hanging on the chair.

- Well, open your legs wider so that they have nothing to get!

Wife suddenly became serious. She spread her hips to the full as much as she could with a searching look. From this opened up her busy entrance. My father took the strap near the buckle, wrapped it around his palm and did not hit him very hard. The blow fell exactly between the lips, right on the clitoris. The wife reflexively twitched to squeeze her knees, suffocating in pain, but then again she herself opened them again:

- Still!

Father struck three more hits. His wife pounded. She howled in a chest voice, curled up in a ball and orgasm.

Catching her breath, she seriously looked at her partner:

- We will not try to punish her anymore. From this she only wants more, that's all.

- Good.

My father began to go to bed again, and only now I noticed that his fighter had fully recovered and was ready. The wife accepted her father-in-arms in her arms, gratefully kissed her cheek, and when he began her work, she hugged him with her arms and legs. The orgasm was quiet. She froze and just enjoyed the scorching flesh of a man. It did not last long. Lovers just lay hugging. First wife broke the silence:

- Why did not you teach your son to be with women the same as you: domineering, self-confident!

- How do you imagine that? Who would teach him? Mother? Sister? So then she herself did not know how! So who taught you? Who was your first man, not the father!

The wife was silent, and quietly dropped:

- Father ... Only he was not on purpose: he was very drunk after mom, to hell, and he dreamed that I was she. And I was so confused that I could not utter a word. But it all ended well. Towards morning, I even started to like this business myself. When he fell asleep completely, I slowly went to my room, and he didn’t even remember after anything.

- And you told my story?

- Not. Yes, I myself forgot to think about it! After all, a mere coincidence, and nothing more. But when we were with you, for the very first time, I remembered. I was dying of excitement, as then, with my father, and sometimes it even seemed to me that I was again with him, and not with you.

- You at this moment wanted him, I felt.

- I do not know. Maybe. I just was good. It seemed to me that I was with him, and I was fine.

- Okay, let's sleep. Go to the bathroom?

- No, daddy, you tired me so much! - The wife laughed softly in his shoulder.

- Are not you afraid?

- Not. With him inside is so nice, comfortable. Don't take it out, okay?

- And if you fly?

- You know, and I would like to give birth to you. No, really! Daddy, you're my manly, strong!

- Everything, let's go to sleep, otherwise you will now agree to this, for which you will be ashamed of yourself later! The light must be turned off.

- Let it burn. I don't want you to take it out. The husband was right.

- What?

- He advised not to turn off the light, and then the sensations will be sharper.

My father was horrified, remembering the camera, but he could not change anything.

I was sad. Feet numb.I decided to get up, and only then I noticed that I involuntarily stroked my flesh that had finally risen. Let sluggish, but already become a man, and not a rag. Joy overshadowed everything. Instantly forgiven my wife and father all that they did and said only because I again felt like a man. Stopped recording. I copied this two-hour file into my document folder, and then the editor opened it. To cut the record at the moment where they rest for a long time, even before whipping with a belt, it seemed to me the most successful, and I edited it in an hour and a half version. He turned off the laptop, closed it, laying it on the table, and with moans taking a vertical position, went to the toilet. How pleasant it is to feel an excited fighter in your hand, and don’t understand what!

- Hi friend! How I missed you! If you only knew!

Again in the room, in high spirits, a horizontal position in his bed. It would be nice to have a sexy dream!

And after that, with a light soul, I fell into a dream, as if into a void.

In the morning my mother woke me up, calling for breakfast. I didn’t remember what I dreamed of, only the feeling was that something was cool and, most importantly, from this dream I was in a rather excited state.

Everyone except me and my son sat decorously at the table, not trying to take my eyes off their plates. The son first noticed my smile on his face:

- Dad, did you feel better, or did something good dream? Everyone immediately forgot about food and looked at me with hope in their eyes.

- Both.

Mom sighed with relief. My father winked at me imperceptibly:

- It worked! Fine!

Only the wife was at a loss. Has she really managed to convince herself, and now she is inwardly scolding herself for it! Better that way. Conscience punishes the most severe. While the women were preparing snacks, to celebrate a present for me, for his son's birthday, the son himself was cut into a toy brought by his grandfather on a computer. I slowly, fragmentary, scrolled to my father the record of his adventures, which I shortened at night.

- And at night and in the morning you did not write?

- Not. When I saw all this - he himself got up, well, not at full strength, but - he got up. I was so happy! You can not imagine! What a record there! What for if it worked!

- Aaaa ... well, yes, well, yes. Good record. I'm there, just like a macho! Well, how are you, now calmed down? Satisfied with curiosity?

- Completely.

- Well, okay! - with some relief father ended the conversation.

We sat at the table until the evening. Parents began to gather for departure, saying that they must also visit their daughter, and her mother asked:

- Do you think you will need a father in the south?

- Mom! This is the first swallow! And what's the difference! Let at least once in his life father go somewhere not on a business trip, but on vacation! And I, there, I think, will completely come to my senses.

Wife mom repeated ten times:

- You take care of him! Be careful with him!

7. The next time my parents visited us for the New Year.