My Relationship with Linda, a Married Woman, and Her Daughters.

It’s been a while since I’ve experienced any real excitement in my sex life. But, that all changed not too long ago when I met a married woman named Linda, who’s in her late 40’s, with light hair and a small frame. She’s been a real handful in bed, always eager to try new things and keep our sessions varied.

I usually visit her once or twice a week, and our sex life has been pretty active, considering my age. But, with her two daughters, Belinda and Melinda, living in the house, things can get a bit complicated.

Belinda is a bit on the chubby side, with dark hair and large breasts. She’s not interested in sex, and prefers to keep to herself, often hiding her body in loose clothing. Melinda, on the other hand, has supermodel looks and a body to match. She’s fair-haired, with long legs and a nice proportion, but after having two kids, her breasts have lost some of their fullness.

Melinda loves to be the center of attention and has a bit of a wild reputation. She’s desperate to have a little girl and had an agreement with her husband that if the first two kids were boys, they would try again. However, after having two boys, her husband went out and got a vasectomy without telling her, and she’s been left feeling frustrated and angry.

One night, I was watching a raunchy movie on TV when Melinda’s friends dropped her off at the house. She was drunk and passed out on the couch, wearing a mini skirt and no knickers. I was immediately turned on by the sight of her bare bum and the small stream of white liquid dripping from her shaved pussy.

I grabbed the camera that one of her friends had left behind and started scrolling through the photos. What I saw took my breath away – Melinda was flashing her panties, lying on a bean bag with her legs spread, and even having sex with several different guys. The photos were meant for her husband, but they only served to turn me on more.

As I continued to look at the photos, I couldn’t help but start wanking again. I got closer to Melinda, trying to get a better view, and accidentally touched my cock to her pussy. The sensation was intense, and I couldn’t help but start rubbing my head along her slippery slit.

I took a few photos of myself touching her pussy, and then I couldn’t hold back any longer. I shot a huge load into her entrance, and then I pushed my cock into her as far as it would go. I was trembling and my breathing was ragged as I continued to pump my load into her.

Somehow, Melinda didn’t wake up, and I managed to clean myself up and sit back down on the couch, feeling ashamed of what I’d just done. But, my cock was still hard, and my mind was still racing with thoughts of Melinda’s pussy.

Just as I was trying to calm down, Linda walked into the room and noticed the cum trail on the couch. She looked at the photos on the camera and was shocked by what she saw. She went through the photos, commenting on the size of Melinda’s penis and how she wished she could ride him.

Linda looked at me with a mischievous glint in her eye and said, “I wish… that you could ride that big horse dick?” She then looked down at my tented shorts and laughed. “Even yours would do, enjoying the view are we?”

I laughed, feeling a bit embarrassed, but also turned on by Linda’s words. She then asked me to help her put Melinda to bed, and as we lifted her up, my cock was still hard and perfectly lined up with her pussy. Linda pushed her daughter’s pussy onto my cock a few times, laughing as I groaned in pleasure.

I was shocked, but also turned on by the situation. Linda then suggested that we just go ahead and have sex with Melinda, saying that she wouldn’t even know. I was horrified, but also attracted to the idea of fucking her daughter.

Linda leaned forward and said, “Kiss me, I’d rather you get her pregnant than some nameless random dick.” She then stroked my cock, and I couldn’t help but kiss her back. We pashed feverishly as Linda pushed my cock into Melinda’s pussy.

I relaxed and started sliding deeply into Melinda, pashing Linda quickly as I built up to an orgasm. I buried myself deep inside her and pumped my load as far up inside her as I could. It was a moment of pure ecstasy, and I felt a sense of shame and guilt afterwards.

Linda looked at me with a smile on her face and said, “I’m glad you enjoyed it.” I couldn’t believe what had just happened, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation for what might happen next.

As I slipped back into Melinda’s warm body, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. The previous night’s events had certainly been intense, but the thrill of the experience still lingered.

“I’m so glad we did this,” Melinda said, her voice barely above a whisper. “It feels like we can finally be honest with each other.”

“We thought we’d try and flush out the other guys’ cum with mine,” I said, a cheeky grin spreading across my face.

Linda chuckled and nudged me with her elbow. “And it worked, didn’t it?” she said.

As we lay there, the silence between us was comfortable, but I knew we couldn’t avoid the elephant in the room for much longer. “We need to talk about the pictures,” I said, trying to sound casual.

Melinda’s expression turned serious, and she nodded. “I know. I’m scared, guys. What if I get pregnant from one of the others?”

Linda reached out and took Melinda’s hand. “We’ll face it together, sweetie. We’ll figure out what to do.”

I nodded in agreement. “We’ll support you no matter what.”

As we talked, Melinda’s concerns began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of determination. “I want to try and get pregnant,” she said, her voice firm.

Linda and I exchanged a look, and I could see the excitement building in her eyes. “We can try and make it happen,” I said, a smile spreading across my face.

Later that evening, as we sat on the couch together, Melinda turned to us with a curious expression. “If I do get pregnant, do you think I should get a DNA test to find out who the father is?”

“It’s up to you,” I said, trying to sound neutral. “But if you’re not sure, we can support you either way.”

Linda nodded in agreement. “I’d love it if you were the father, but if it’s one of the others, we’ll still be here for you.”

Melinda looked thoughtful for a moment before speaking. “I think I’ll do it. I want to know who my baby’s father is.”

As we talked, the conversation turned to the previous night’s events, and Melinda began to open up about her experiences. “I know it sounds crazy, but I just couldn’t stop,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“It’s not crazy, sweetie,” Linda said, her voice soft with understanding. “You were in a situation that was out of your control, and you did what you had to do to survive.”

I nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of pride and admiration for Melinda’s strength and resilience.

As we continued to talk, the conversation turned to more intimate matters, and I found myself getting harder. “Feel like another load?” I said, trying to sound casual.

Linda chuckled and nudged me with her elbow. “Let’s get Melinda ready first,” she said.

Melinda smiled and straddled me, her eyes locked on mine. “I’m ready whenever you are,” she said, her voice husky with desire.

As we began to make love, the intensity of the moment took over, and I felt myself getting lost in the sensation of Melinda’s body wrapped around mine.

Linda joined in, her mouth and tongue teasing me in all the right places, and I felt myself building towards an orgasm.

But just as I was about to cum, Melinda did something unexpected, sucking my big toe into her mouth.

The sensation was intense, and I felt myself writhing with pleasure as Melinda rode my cock and Linda sucked on her clit.

As we reached our peaks, the room seemed to spin around us, and I felt myself screaming with pleasure.

When it was all over, we lay there, panting and exhausted, but also exhilarated by the experience.

“Wow,” I said, trying to catch my breath. “I never knew my toe could be an erogenous zone.”

Linda laughed and leaned over to kiss me. “You learn something new every day, don’t you?”

Melinda smiled and snuggled into my side. “I’m glad we did this,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Me too,” I said, wrapping my arms around her. “Me too.”

Later that night, as we lay in bed together, Linda turned to us with a curious expression. “I think I might have figured out my insertion problem,” she said, a sly smile spreading across her face.

Melinda and I exchanged a look, and I could see the excitement building in her eyes. “How?” she asked, her voice firm.

Linda leaned over and kissed me. “Let’s find out,” she said, her voice husky with desire.

As we began to make love again, the intensity of the moment took over, and I felt myself getting lost in the sensation of Linda’s body wrapped around mine.

Melinda joined in, her mouth and tongue teasing me in all the right places, and I felt myself building towards an orgasm.

But just as I was about to cum, Linda did something unexpected, rubbing her clit against my face.

The sensation was intense, and I felt myself writhing with pleasure as Melinda rode my cock and I sucked on Linda’s clit.

As we reached our peaks, the room seemed to spin around us, and I felt myself screaming with pleasure.

When it was all over, we lay there, panting and exhausted, but also exhilarated by the experience.

“Wow,” I said, trying to catch my breath. “You fixed your problem.”

Linda smiled and leaned over to kiss me. “I think I did,” she said, her voice husky with desire.

Melinda snuggled into my side, a contented smile spreading across her face. “I’m glad we’re doing this,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Me too,” I said, wrapping my arms around her. “Me too.”

As we stood there, Melinda suddenly spoke up with a mischievous glint in her eye, “I’ll do it,” she said, and quickly turned around, her lips wrapping around my cock with a gentle pressure. To my surprise, it actually went down a bit, and she was able to fit the whole thing in her mouth, her tongue swirling around it with a soothing motion that began to fill it out again.

With Melinda kneeling astride my leg, I moved my foot up and wriggled my big toe in her slit, feeling the blood flow back into my cock. Melinda’s response was immediate, moving her hole over my toe and slowly allowing it to push up inside her until my other toes limited the depth.

My cock was now at full attention, and Melinda sat up, allowing Linda to back down over it. She lowered her lips around my cock, then gingerly allowed herself to slide her pussy over my cock head, getting it all the way in with a gentle wince.

“It hurt a bit going in,” Linda said, “but it’s alright at the moment,” she added, starting to grind herself on me without lifting up and down.

I reached up and fondled her tits, then moved Melinda’s hands over Linda’s, reaching back to fondle Melinda’s tits as well. The scene was a bit awkward, but we hadn’t moved, so I remarked, “That looks so damn hot,” and pushed up inside Linda a little bit.

“Finish it off in me,” Linda whispered, and Melinda smiled, pushing her forward enough for my cock to spring free. She sank down over it, starting to fuck it with abandon, grabbing her mum’s hips for support.

“Oh, god, I need this,” Linda screamed repeatedly as she shook and shuddered her way through her orgasm, collapsing over me. Melinda was getting pretty worked up, and her hips moved in a blur of movement as she came with my cock slapping around inside her.

We untangled ourselves, and I slid deeply in and out of Melinda’s pussy until I let loose with my baby batter in a very satisfying orgasm.

After our shower, we collapsed into Linda’s big bed, exhausted. Before I drifted off to sleep, Melinda whispered, “You can put a load inside me before you leave if you want.”

At first light, I woke with my normal morning wood and looked across at my two favourite girls. Melinda was laying on her belly, so I straddled her legs and reached over for the KY, coating my cock with it before slowly sliding it up her pussy almost all the way in.

She moaned slightly, and I pumped slowly in and out, luxuriating in the sight and feeling. I came within a couple of minutes, what a way to start the day.

A few days later, I turned up, and the girls greeted me warmly and affectionately. The boys excitedly yelled out, “Daddy is coming to see us!” I turned to the girls with a quizzical look, and Linda took me outside to explain.

“Melinda was missing Ryan so she rang him up, but they got into a big fight, and she sent him a copy of the pics from her phone telling him she was having plenty of fun without him. He rang back crying and begged her to let him come down to talk,” Linda said, “so she said okay, and he left straight away.”

This could get interesting!

That night, the three of us went to bed together, but Melinda wasn’t in a good mood, seeming only half-hearted. Linda and I made love slowly, trying to see if I could insert myself in her without pain.

Linda winced a bit, expecting pain, but grinned and proclaimed, “I’m all good,” and went at it like a bull at a gate, virtually using my body as a dildo as she fucked herself on my cock harder and harder until she came in a big screaming heap.

“Finish off in me,” Melinda said, turning away from me, so I slid my slippery cock into her pussy from behind and came nice and deep inside her.

Linda cuddled up behind me, and we all fell asleep with my cock still embedded in Melinda’s pussy.

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