Adultery - Crossing the Line

Rich started to lean down to pick up the plane but then he stood back up and crossed his arms defensively in front of his chest.

"OK, enough is enough. I haven't seen you in what, ten years? Now tonight you show up with a ring on your finger and not much else on, all the while hitting on me like a downtown hooker. What's going on? Did your dad put you up to this, like some sick practical joke?"

This wasn't exactly going as planned. Fortunately I'd prepared a Plan B. I put on my best "hurt" look, checked around seeing that the old geezers were still clueless, and replied with, "My dad had nothing to do with it, it's all my idea. My dad just mentioned you would be here tonight, I guess because you were high school buddies, I don't know."

"So it's tease the old guy tonight?" he said accusingly, "You were always a cockteaser back in the day but I figured being married and teaching that you'd have grown up a bit."

I quickly cupped my boobs, lifting them in the tube top and letting them drop.

"Well, you DID say I'd grown up."

Rich looked a little pissed now. "You know what I meant. Really, what's the story?"

Here goes Plan B. Plan A was seduction with the hopes of winning him over. Plan B was being honest - much riskier but highly effective when it worked.

"My husband's out with another girl and I was looking for a little revenge sex," I said. What I didn't mention to him was that the "girl" was half my age - if that old.

Rich wasn't buying it though. "So someone looking like you come HERE for that? I don't believe that and if I did, why here? Makes no sense to me."

I wasn't about to go into all the details of my fixation on m0lder married men - especially older married men with daughters, especially ones with HOT college daughters.

"So I've got a daddy's girl thing going, is that so wrong?"

Rich gave me an odd look and then recovered chuckling, "Knowing your father as well as I do, that doesn't surprise me..." and then trailed off before saying anything more.

This was becoming more and more interesting. Actually I knew very little of my dad's personal life outside of our family. He always seemed to be at work so I'd never given much thought as to who his friends might be away from the job. Anytime he talked about "the good old days" it was always about him and his younger brother Jim with nary a reference to anyone else and now I find out that Rich is some sort of comrade of my fathers. Another time and place and I might have explore this more but I knew my dad would be back before much longer so it was time to move things along.

Whatever I was going to say was interrupted by Rich picking up his things and heading to his pickup. It was rather old, rusting in a few places, with a cap covering the back end. He opened the back, lowered the tail gate and put the plane and gear inside.

With everything in, Rich turned and took a seat on the tail gate, sitting far enough back his legs were swinging in the air. He patted the metal pate next to him.

"May as well take a load off your mind until your dad gets back. But then with the traffic that direction who knows when that will be."

I did as he said, sitting just a few inches from him. My head came about to his shoulders so he looked down to talk to me which also allowed him to look down my cleavage at the same time.

"You know Rich, it's getting really chilly," I complained. It was true, not to mention the cold steel under my exposed butt.

Rich couldn't help but laugh a bit saying, "Well if you would wear some clothes it might help."

I pouted again, "Why, you don't like what I'm wearing?"

Rich leered at me this time as he said, "Its more what you're NOT wearing that I like."

"Oh you silly," I giggled, smacking him on the thigh playfully, leaving my hand on him after I did.

Rich looked down at my hand and then back to my breasts although I'm sure if questioned he would have sworn that he was looking at my face to talk directly to me.

"I'd give you the blanket in back but it's pretty dirty and lord knows what's slept in it where I park this rig," he offered.

I wrapped my arms around myself and shivered.

"Would you mind taking me home Rich? I'm really getting chilled. If you need proof..."

It WAS chilly. Maybe not as chilly as I was making to out to be but enough to bring out a reaction from my nipples, not that flirting with Rich wasn't helping matters. In any case, I dropped my arms down to reveal my nipples poking through the thin tube top.

"See what I mean Rich? I'd really appreciate it if you took me home."

Rich hesitated and for a moment I thought he would refuse. Things had progressed really fast in the past fifteen minutes and he looked like his mind was running about five minutes behind in terms of assimilating everything.

"What about your dad?"

"Oh he won't care, I just get in the way anyway."

"Well, I DO need to get home. Where do you live?"

I gave him my address which brightened him up a bit.

"That's even better - we're practically neighbors!" he said with a grin, "Alright, hop in and let's get going."

For a moment I questioned the whole idea when I couldn't open the passenger door and he motioned me to come around to his side and get in.

"That door hasn't worked for years," he explained, "Got bumped by some snot-nosed kid in his parent's fancy car and figured I'd just pocket the insurance money."

The floor on the passenger side was filled with what looked to be old car parts and rags. Even the seat didn't look exactly appetizing. I scooted over to the middle and brought my legs up under me so I wouldn't have to step on whatever those things were with my heels.

"Sorry, wasn't expecting to play limo service tonight," he apologized, "This is sort of my truck to run around in. The rest of the family uses the Rolls-Royce."

He laughed and I went along with his poor attempt at humor. I looked for a seatbelt and he said, "Sorry, if you're looking for a seatbelt this buggy was built before they were required. Grandfathered now."

Wow, I knew this wreck had to be old but not THAT old. Surprisingly it started right up. There was this big stick coming up from the floor which I gather was used for shifting. Come to think of it, I think this was the first vehicle I'd ever been in that had a manual transmission!

Rich pushed his foot down and then reached over my lap to grab the stick lever. He moved it around then pulled down and it dropped almost in my lap, his hand with it as he ended up with his hand right on top of my bare thighs.

"Sorry, have to shift," he grunted as he looked out the back mirror to back up out of his parking space.

As we headed out to the gate I saw my dad's SUV pulling in. Damn! Talk about rotten timing. Rich stopped as my dad approached, rolling down his window as my dad pulled up alongside us.

Rich poked his head out saying, "Hey stranger, your daughter was crying about being too cold so she conned me into taking her home. I guess now she can go home with you."

My dad just laughed saying, "Well, tell her if she wore some clothes she might not get so cold."

They both laughed and then again when Rich explained to my dad that he had told me the very same thing a few minutes before.

"Well, if you don't mind I'd like to try out this new fuel. Hell, she lives almost right door to you so do you mind?" my dad asked.

I could have kissed my dad! Talk about picking up quick on the situation and playing along...

"Sure, see you next week," Rich signed off as we continued our travels leaving my dad behind.

"So you dated my mom?" I asked as he pulled out into the main road.

"Well, me and I think every other boy in school," Rich said with a grin.

I laughed and added, "Yeah, my mom has confessed that she was a slut back then."

Rich started to say something but then thought better of it, instead saying, "Well, YOU said that, not me."

"So she was then!" I giggled.

Rich let out a long breath before answering, "I guess you could say that."

"Nail her?"

I thought Rich was going to choke with that one. I guess it's not every day a woman asks you if you had sex with her mother back in high school.

"Well?" I prodded him.

"That was a long time ago Kelly before she married your dad."

I grinned at him and put my hand on his leg as I said, "You don't have to apologize or anything, my mom's told me she was a slut in high school... same as I was."

Rich glanced down at his lap and then back up again as he drove. I noted that he didn't mention anything about my hand resting at the top of his leg just inches from his crotch.

"Well, now that you mention it... you did have a bit of a rep back then," Rich said, starting to open up a bit more.

"Sort of like your daughter does now?"

THAT brought a grin to his face as he replied, "Well, I don't think Lindsay is quite in your league, at least not yet."

"My league?"

Rich's cheeks puffed out and then he released his breath with an expression that clearly said, "What have I gotten myself into?"

"Heck Kelly, even your dad admitted you were the class slut back then so don't blame me."

"Sorta like you say Lindsay is one now?"

Again that expression of "Now what do I say?" but this time he wasn't as quick to respond so I decided to push a few more buttons and see what happened. We were only a few minutes away from my apartment so it wasn't like I had much more time. It was make or break time.

"So tell me Rich, how many times did you fuck my mother?"

"Let's just say more than a few times," he came back almost immediately. His quick response surprised me. Maybe he was just relieved to get off the subject of his daughter.

"Did I use to turn you on back then?"

We were just pulling up to a stop sign a few blocks from our apartment complex. As he pulled to a stop he looked in the rear-view mirror to see if anyone was behind us. Evidently not as he twisted slightly in his seat to face me. As he did his hand slipped off the stick shift lever and landed on my thigh. This time he didn't take it off or pretend it was a mistake.

"Not sure where you're going with this Kelly but yes you did. Not to mention every man around you so I don't think I was out of line or anything."

With that he turned back to the front and we drove the remaining couple of blocks in silence. The only difference was when he wasn't shifting, he rested his hand on my leg although it wasn't like he was fondling me or anything.

Rich pulled up to my apartment and I directed him to my entrance.

"You know, if we hadn't turned in back there my place is just down the road," Rich observed.

"Cool, so it won't take long for you to get home."

"Yeah, just a couple of minutes at most."

My heart was racing. I was pushing this WAY faster than I normally ever would but then the circumstances were different as well. Usually I had to get to know the guy and develop a relationship. Rich was a friend of my dad, knew me from years back, and even had sex with my mother when she was in high school. He obviously had SOME interest in me or why the hand on my bare thigh, not to mention his playful banter about his daughter and my mom. What the heck, why not?

"Well, since you're almost home anyway, would you like to come in for a drink? You were so nice to bring me home I just wanted to thank you."

"I don't know Kelly, doesn't feel like it would be appropriate. Is your husband home?"

I couldn't help but smile and wondered what he would say if I told him where Steve REALLY was and who I suspected he was fucking. Now THAT would have been a little too much!

"He's out with some friends," I said instead, shrugging as if it meant nothing to me, "I don't expect him to be back until late."

"Well, what would he say if he knew I came in for a drink while he wasn't there?"

Again I couldn't suppress a smile. The REAL answer is Steve would want to watch but again, that would be more than a little over the top for Rich no doubt.

"Steve and I have a... let's just say we have an understanding about such things."

Rich looked at me more seriously now and I noticed the hand on my leg tightening, probably without him even knowing it.

"Sounds interesting."

It was my turn to squeeze his leg as I licked my lips and answered, "Well, if you want to know more than you'll just have to come in."

"Well, just for one drink... you got beer?"

I didn't answer as it seemed more like a rhetorical question than anything. There was a parking spot close buy so he pulled in. Once he was out, he held out his hand to help me get out on his side. Without a word we quickly made our way to our apartment. As I opened the door and stepped inside, I couldn't help but remember what had happened in here just a couple of hours earlier. Wow, what would Rich say if he knew my dad had recently fucked me almost right where he was standing?

Well, in my wildest dreams I hadn't expected the evening to work out like this. As Rich made his way to the couch, I headed for the kitchen to grab a beer for him from the refrigerator.

Now what?

Crossing the Line

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By the time I returned to the living room with his beer, Rich was seated on the couch, leaning back with one leg crossed over the other. I handed him the can which he quickly opened and took a few swallows.

"Ahhhhhh, that hits the spot!" he sighed and then he looked at me asking, "Nothing for you?"

I explained to him that I hated beer and usually just drank Diet Coke.

"Breakfast of champions, that's what I always say."

I let that one slide and took a seat on the couch next to him. Again memories of my dad's earlier visit returned as I noted that Rich was sitting exactly in the same spot as my dad had been when I was riding his dick. Feeling more and more horny, I twisted towards him and put my hand back on his leg again over his jeans.

"I really do want to know Rich... tell me more about how you fucked my mother."

Rich took another sip of his beer, uncrossed his leg, and put one arm along the back of the couch behind me but not touching me.

"You DO realize that it's really weird for me to have the married daughter of one of my best friends asking me to tell her about banging her mom thirty years ago while sitting next to her alone in her apartment while she's half naked, do you?"

We both laughed at that while at the same time I inched my hand a little closer to his crotch.

"I'd say that sums things up pretty well Rich," I said softly, shifting so I was sitting on my hip facing him.

Rich glanced down at his lap and continued, "Not to mention the same gal's practically groping me!"

I inched it such that now I was only maybe an inch or so away from what was clearly a growing bulge in his crotch.

"Is that so bad?" I teased him.

Rich laughed somewhat nervously this time. "Nope, I never said it was bad. I just worry that you're husband's going to come in and get the wrong idea."

This time I went for broke and moved my hand so my palm was pressing down on his dick.

"And what idea would that be Rich?"

"Wow," Rich said softly, "Maybe that I was fooling around with his wife."

I started to rub his bulge with the palm of my hand, going about it in small circular moves as I pressed up closer to him.

"And what if his wife WANTED you to fool around with her?"

Rich laid his head back against the couch and let out a long breath of air. I used my fingers to grip his dick through his jeans as best as I could, enjoying the feel of his growing erection.

"This isn't happening," he sighed as he closed his eyes with his head still back.

"Well you just keep telling yourself that Rich," I murmured just loud enough for him to hear a I started to undo his belt and then his jeans.

Rich didn't resist as I unzipped his jeans and put my hand inside the elastic of his boxers where his erect cock was waiting for me. At the same time, he wasn't DOING anything either so that needed to be fixed.

"You know Rich, if I'm going to suck your dick the least you can do is touch me," I prompted him.

Without giving him a chance to respond, I leaned over and pulled his cock out as best I could and took the head of it in my mouth.

"This is NOT happening!" Rich again insisted to whomever he was talking to in his head.

I turned my head up to look at him and saw he now had his eyes open and was watching me. I smiled at him as naughtily as I knew how and purred, "Mmmmmmm, your dick is really nice, I think it likes me!"

It was like something switched on in his mind, like he made some decision to go for it and stop holding back as suddenly he was pushing his jeans and boxers shorts down. He still had his shoes on so everything sort of stopped at his ankles but he didn't take the time to remove them and just left everything bunched at his ankles. Sitting back again, he scrunched forward a bit and then leaned back against the couch which helped me to get to his waiting cock all that much easier.

"Tell me what you want Rich... tell me," I whispered to him as I stroked his hard shaft with my hand.

"This is SO wrong," he groaned but then he answered, "God I want you to blow me."

"Mmmmmmm, I can do that!" I said excitedly as I stretched out on the couch and put my face over his erection.

As I sucked his dick, Rich became more animated and vocal. He seemed to like holding his dick while I sucked him, sometimes even smacking me about the face when I would let it out of my mouth.

Given he was the same age or so as my dad, I knew odds were his dick would react about the same meaning I had one shot at this - literally. As much as I would have loved to get him off with just my mouth, this wasn't Steve on the couch who could fuck me right after I'd sucked him off. Besides, it wasn't like we had all night as I figured he was already going to have to explain to his wife why he was late as it was.

Dropping his dick from my mouth, I got up off the couch and faced him standing up. His eyes were glued to my boobs so I slowly pulled it down to reveal my breasts until the top was now wrapped around my waist.

"God you have the most incredible tits," he complimented me without taking his eyes off of them for even a moment.

With that I worked on my shorts next, turning away from him and then bending over at the waist as I dropped them slowly to expose my bottom to him. Sliding them down to my ankles, I stepped out of them, keeping my heels on. For a moment I debated about the tube top and then figured what the heck so I pulled it down as well and stepped out of it, leaving me wearing nothing but my heels.

Still facing away from him, I again bent over at the waist and put my right hand between my legs to play with my pussy as I spread my legs apart. God, I was soaking wet! Twisting my head, I saw he had his dick in one hand as he stared at my finger that was now up to the second knuckle inside my pussy.

"See how wet you made me Rich?" I teased him, "I bet I know where that hard dick you're holding wants to be."

If the loud groan that emerged meant anything, I was right! Of course the odds of me being wrong were virtually zero. Turning back to him, I stepped between his legs with one hand cupping my boob and the other palming my crotch.

"So now Rich, tell me what you want now," I said seductively.

"God I want to fuck you," he practically whispered but in the silence of the living room it was like a bullhorn.

"Well Rich... I want you to fuck me too," I said as I climbed aboard and straddled him.

As much as I was horny and needed to be fucked, what was REALLY getting me off was the memory of my dad in this exact same position on the couch and me doing almost exactly the same thing as I was now to him just a few hours previously. Wow, to be fucked by my dad AND his best friend in almost the identical manner was really hot!