It was a jawbreaker, but delicious, sheathed with velvet- A strange sound made her pause, a sound that did not fit with the blissful peace that filled her house.
A car was braking to a halt out in front.
She raised her head. She heard footsteps. Could it be Myra? Just like her to burst in at such a moment. Bill had heard it and he lifted on one elbow.
Shoes scraped on the front porch. A man's shoes. The door opened. He crossed the living room, not sneaking in, walking directly toward the bedroom, knowing where he was going. There was just enough light that Kit saw him loom tall in the doorway and his hand groping for the light switch.
The room exploded, two dresser lamps and an overhead light blazing.
Harry, her ex-husband stood tall in the doorway gazing at the naked pair in the bed. Kit was still holding Bill's erect cock.
Bill growled, "You, who the fuck do you think you are?"
Harry's eyebrow rose. He looked surprised.
He said, "This isn't what I expected."
Bill's voice got louder. "I asked you, who-"
Kit choked, "It's Harry, my ex-husband."
Bill sat up, bringing Kit with him because she still held his prick. He said, "Ex-husband? He'll be your late husband if he doesn't get his ass out of here before I kick his balls off!"
Bill climbed off the bed. Harry backed.
Harry said, "Kit, I had heard-I mean-"
Kit was dying inside, not knowing what Harry knew or suspected. Oh God, if he said something about Myra-or about her fucking with Sonny- But Bill was on his feet and crouched like a wrestler, powerful arms hooking toward the intruder. Yes, a naked wrestler but Kit guessed his enormous, rigid cock Sort of spoiled the effect. It was something else, not having to do with combat.
In fact, it looked terribly funny.
Bill said, "I happen to be Kit's future husband. You got that, shithead?"
He lunged like a bull at the doorway.
Harry fled. Out to the hall, crashing into the phone table, knocking it over and setting the phone to ringing, scrambling out through the living room. Bill, howling in rage, went tearing after him.
Kit burst into laughter. She had just enough presence of mind to go to the wall switch and turn out the light. Out in the hall she found Bill fighting the upset phone table. Distantly, a car roared away on squealing tires.
And in the hall were her naked son and Bill's nude daughter, clinging together and staring at their elders.
Kit greeted them with peals of laughter. She rushed to the two teens, threw her arms about them and crushed them to her naked breasts. She kissed each in turn.
She said, "Lily, your father wants to marry me. He's so old-fashioned. But it's sweet of him, don't you think?"
As she released them her hand fell on Sonny's stiff cock.
She guessed it might as well all come out in the open. She curled her fingers about the stiff organ and caressed it.
Bill understood in a flash how it had all happened. Kit, needing a man, had gone ape for Sonny, and the heat thus engendered had spread across the hedge, joining him with Lily.
He said, "Lily, I want to talk to you, honey. Come here a minute."
Lily detached herself from the group and followed him into the living room. They stood at the end of the couch, facing.
He said in a low voice, "We'll tell everything. Okay? Start with a clean slate?"
She nodded, smiling. And her hand rose and closed on his cock.
"Hey!" he protested.
She whispered, "Kit is holding Sonny's prick."
"But, honey, we're starting over. I mean-"
"We're being honest now, that's all, not hiding our love any more, none of us." She backed to the couch, lifted her ass up on the backrest, spread her legs and drew him into the darkness of her crotch.
His cockhead touched her slippery cunt lips. She still fisted his shank, slid her free hand up his furry chest and about his neck, bringing his head down to her open mouth.
He kissed his daughter, slipping his tongue in as he hipped and shoved his cockhead up her narrow but sloshy hole. Her legs flung about his waist.
In the hall, Kit said, "Sonny, I'm thirsty, let's get a drink in the kitchen."
Lily's cunt was sucking strongly at Bill's cock. She pulled from his mouth and whispered huskily, "I'm getting a come, Daddy. Fuck me through it, then go back to Kit."
He jerked his hips, jogging in the sweet little hole. Abruptly she cried out and ground her pubes on his, choking and moaning.
"Daddy, Im coming, COMING! Fuck me a little more-"
He gave her a few long strokes. At last she wilted, sagged, kissed his throat.
They drew apart. An arm about her, he took her to the hall, patted her behind and sent her into Sonny's bedroom. He returned to Kit's room.
Shortly she joined him, gliding into his arms.
She whispered, "Bill, I don't think it would hurt for us to change off occasionally, me with Sonny and you with Lily."
He had to agree. He climbed on top of her and shoved his cock into her hole.