No, you don't

Why was your dick hard? Yes, you were hard every time you believed that they were pretending to have sex, but that was just because you imagined yourself as the man who was actually having sex with Amy. But now that you have seen Greg impressively giant old cock splitting open the womanhood of the love of your life, there was possible you could imagine it was your cock inside of her. So why are you hard? But then again, the better question is that after all this time so self-reflection, while you are still watching them fuck, Why haven't you stopped stroking yourself?

The intense image of Greg’s massive, throbbing cock penetrating your wife's tight hole as she moaned his named was searing itself into mind, overwhelming and consuming. Every thrust elicited a guttural moan from her lips, sending a jolt of jealousy and unwanted arousal through your body. The way his hands gripped her hips and pulled her closer, the way her back arched in pleasure, it was all too much to bear. Your thoughts were consumed by this forbidden scene, and you could feel yourself losing control to the powerful emotions coursing through you.

As you lingered in their presence, the weight of their forbidden love hung heavy in the air. You knew that if you stayed any longer, you would have to confront the question she had asked you. But the thought alone was overwhelming, and you took off running at full speed, **** to escape the confusing tangle of emotions. Your feet pounded against the ground as you raced to the opposite side of the house, seeking solace in its familiar walls. The echoing thud of your steps filled your ears, matching the frantic beating of your heart. With each stride, you pushed further away from their tangled embrace and closer towards clarity.

Even as you collapse to the floor of the dark closet on the distant side of the house in a ball of tears from the acknowledgment that your perfect dream life is all a lie, you can't bring yourself to stop stroking your cock with each of her loud audible pleasure moans. 'Why are they continuing to fuck even after you left? Didn't she only fuck him to prove the point? If so, the point is proven, so she doesn't need to continue.'

Her pleasurable scream echoes, "Yes... YEs... YES DADDY, YES! Right there. RIGHT THERE DADDY!" Followed by the sounds of the sofa scraping against the follow as You are **** to accept that all those times that you thought her moans were fake because they sounded like the moans of a porn star were real. And if they were real, what are the moans that she made when she was with you since they sound nothing like. Leaving you wondering if the moan with you were the fake ones.

Greg’s deep voice echoes “kiddo why don’t you get on all fours for me.”

Fear overwhelmed you as member the night when he had said Doggy style was her favorite position. Fear that he was right, fear that you would have to listen to even more of the sounds of them having the most pleasurable sex you have ever heard. But on of all fear that it would turn you on even more.

True to his words, her moans rose higher and more passionate until they echoed through the stillness of the night. You could almost feel the vibrations of his deep voice as he called the words you had heard so many times before, "Oh kiddo, I am going to cum," but this time it felt different, more real and meaningful because this time you knew it was truly happening in that moment as couldn’t stop your mind form picture what they must look like at that moment.

Amy passionate cries out, "GIVE IT TO ME, daddy! YEESSS REEE! I FEEL IT SO WARN INSIDE ME!!!"

As she reaches the peak of pleasure, her words become a jumbled mess, barely recognizable in the chaos for ten hole second before silenced finally fills your house.

As the room fell silent, you became aware of a sticky warmth on your lap. You looked down and saw that your clothes were drenched in thick, white fluid. Your face flushed with embarrassment as you realized the consequences of your actions.

But before you can clean yourself up, light fills the small closet that you're hiding in from the door opening up. You look up towards the door and see a cum dripping vulva just inches from your nose.

Disgusted by the sight before you, you quickly turn away and shout, "I get it, it wasn't a prank! You fuck your father. You don't have to keep shoving it in my face! At least clean yourself up before coming to find me."

Amy calmly kneels down next to you and whispers in your ear, "I don't think you want me to do that."

You shout, "Do you really think I want to see evidence that my wife is fucking another man, especially her own father!"

Amy wipes for finger across your chest and holds up a large glop of your cum "Honey, your mind might not want to see me like this, but your body sure does. Just take a look at yourself. I don't think I have ever seen this much of your cum in my whole. Dad didn't even cum this much just now."

She was right; you have always been a one medium rope of cum type of guy. When you really cooking, you might be able to manage two small ropes before you are finished, but that is the most you have ever come in your life. You have just come far more now than you have ever come in your life, and it wasn't even close. The amount of cum that was currently on your body was roughly the same amount you would have come after six different times having sex.

Amy then runs her hands down your chest and to your lap. "And what about this? Honey, I hate to admit it, but you have always been lacking in turns of being able to go twice, but look at you now, even after cumming, you are the hardest I have ever seen you."

She has never been more right as she lifts her naked hips above yours. "Amy what are you doing?"

Amy "I am ovulating right now, and since you have just watch us fuck, occurring to my father rules, I can have your child now." As you watch, a strand is Greg falls from her pussy and lands in your puddle of cum on your lap.

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