She tells her husband about her dad and her, their special relationship.

"When I was young, we did not have a normal family, or at least what other people consider normal," Jennifer said. "My parents are nudists and swingers, so I saw things, things other people my age didn't."

Jennifer sighed deeply, not knowing what tomorrow would look like; this was a family secret that was not supposed to be discussed, and she knew it could end her marriage.

She had dressed in a cute little red dress, sheer and tight-fitting, that accented her curves very well. She wanted her husband to be as receptive as possible.

"I saw my dad fuck other women; I saw my mom fuck other men and other women." Jennifer continued; this didn't shock John; he knew this lifestyle existed, and it answered some of why Jennifer was so comfortable naked and open about sex with other people.

Monogamy would be tough for someone raised this way; it would seem unnatural.

"Never mind how often I saw my parents go at it with each other; they were ravenous, always hungry for sex," Jennifer continued, hoping this would be taken well. "I got used to seeing my mom suck my dad's dick, but I saw her suck a lot of dicks. Long ones, short ones, fat ones, skinny ones, white dicks, and big black cocks. I saw her put all of them in her mouth."

Jesus, John thought. Noticing the variety and how Jennifer changed her enunciation and her word choice when talking about black cocks. In truth, this was when Jennifer started to adore cock. She had grown to love it, the smell, the taste, the little changes in texture, the emotions and reactions she saw men display, and that she grew to love causing herself.

"I saw my dad with other women, lots of other women, beautiful women of all shapes and sizes," Jennifer continued, now getting a bit lost in her storytelling. "Older and younger, some no older than I was. Thinner and more curvaceous, big tits, little tits, black, brown, and white skin. My parents did see color, and they loved it, all of it."

John tried to take all this in, but had he judged his wife too harshly? How could a person raised in this way be expected to have behavior that society at large would consider normal? This is why she took to stripping so well and couldn't help herself with her boss; it answered a lot of questions for him.

"So one night, I came downstairs for a glass of water and saw my mom on her knees sucking a guy off; I could see her and not him, but I didn't think anything of it; I saw a lot of that. I liked seeing a lot of that kind of thing."

Jennifer paused, just for a moment. "As I walked into the living room, I saw my dad was sitting off to the side, jacking off, and even in the fading light, I got a clear view of his cock, and it was big."

John noticed his wife paused and took a breath, seemingly steadying herself.

"When I looked back, I saw my older brother Blake leaning back on the sofa," Jennifer said, looking her husband right in the eyes. "She was sucking my brother's dick, her son's dick. I had seen her suck a lot of dick, but that one surprised me. And seeing my dad watch it, approvingly, even jerking off watching his wife do it, that shocked me."

"At that moment, I got something like tunnel vision; all I could see was Blake's cock, and my mom's bobbing hair, her lips on my brother's cock; she still had pretty bright blonde hair back then, it was in a ponytail, and Blake was holding it."

John noticed his wife was breathing heavily; either she was struggling to tell the story or really enjoyed thinking about what she was about to talk about. He decided to keep his mouth shut and just hear what she had to say.

"I started touching myself, John, and I realized how I was dressed: no shirt, just in my panties. I felt the cool air on my nipples and then my hands; it was like they found my breasts on their own. This was before I got implants, but I wasn't small, just not as big as my mom's tits."

"And I felt a warmth inside of me, and I was wet; it was the first time I felt the hunger, the need," Jennifer said in a hushed tone; she was becoming flushed. "I needed release, one I had not yet felt; then I felt someone take my hand and guide me to the loveseat near the sofa where my dad had been, and my dad turned to face me; I had not even noticed it was him holding my hand, it was like I was in a dream."

"My dad had his hands on my hips, pulling me close to him, looking me in the eyes. He moved his hands up to my breasts and gently squeezed them, and I orgasmed as soon as his fingers found my nipples; I had never felt anything like it." Jennifer was breathing heavily; John could smell the change; he could smell her arousal, which was a pleasant thing and something he was familiar with.

"He pulled me in, and his lips met mine; it was my first kiss, and it was great. His tongue slowly and gently entered my mouth. One of his hands moved behind my head, holding my hair as he kissed me, and the other continued to grope my breast. And my breasts have never been as sensitive as they were at that moment."

John swallowed as he kept eye contact but wanted to look away; he knew where this was likely going. He had met her dad William a few times, a fit older man, and seemingly a normal doting father, he would never have imagined this.

"I don't know how it happened, John, but the next thing I knew, I was on my knees between my dad's legs, and I was looking at a big cock in my hands." Jennifer's eyes were now shut; she was squeezing her breast as she spoke. "I could feel the sticky warmth of his precum; I could smell it. I gently squeezed his balls, and they were so big and heavy. I knew they were full of something for me to satisfy the hunger I felt."

"I ran my tongue over the tip of his cock, and his precum was sweet like candy, and there was so much of it; he always produced a lot of that."

"I sucked his dick, John, and he didn't last long," Jennifer continued. "He had been jerking off watching my mom, and he had wanted to be with me for a while, and he came so quickly, too quickly."

"It wasn't a few minutes before I felt the heat in my mouth and heard my dad say my name; I had both of my hands on his cock trying to help pull it out; I was sucking on it so hard."

"He came so much, but I swear I lost my mind at that moment. As soon as his cum touched my tongue, I swear I squirted; I felt so much heat and wetness in my panties." Jennifer paused here and there to gather her thoughts before continuing. "I swallowed all I could, and then I licked up everything I could find that I had missed; it was so much, but it tasted so beautiful. It was the best thing I have ever tasted."

John's mouth fell open; this was fucked up. But his dick started to grow hard. He knew Jenny loved cum, and loved to suck dick; now, it made more sense.

"Baby, I went back at his cock, I sucked it as it softened, and I sucked it while it grew hard again; I don't know how long it took. I wanted every drop of cum my dad had in him; I wanted to taste all of it; it all belonged inside of me. I did not know what was happening; I just knew I needed more."

"The next day, I did it again when he got home from work, right in front of my mom. He wanted to shower, but I didn't care; him being sweaty made it better." Jennifer now had a hand inside of her shorts; she was playing with herself right in front of her husband while describing blowing her father. "After that, I think I sucked his cock every day as he watched a game in the shower while their orgies were going on."

"Nobody else touched me, just my dad; it was like they knew I was just for him," Jennifer continued, her eyes glazed over, in some sort of sexual trance. "People fucked all around us, my mom, my brother Blake, some people I knew, and a lot I didn't."

"Then, one night, my dad came to my bedroom; he started by sucking on my breasts and told me he was going to get me some breast implants like my mom, as big as I wanted. Something easier to titty fuck."

"Then he ate my pussy out, and before long he was fucking me. John, they got me on the pill pretty quickly, and my dad ended up fucking me more nights than not. His cock always felt so good, he always looked me in the eyes as he came in me, and he always kissed me after, even if I had swallowed his cum"

Jesus Christ, John thought; his head was spinning, but his cock was rock hard. He felt Jennifer's hand on his cock as she spoke; she started jerking her husband as she spoke about her dad fucking her, fuck, he was already close to cumming.

"John, baby, I remember distinctly with my head in my pillow with my dad above me, pounding away. And when he came inside of me, it was amazing; I felt his warmth, his essence in me. We were connected, in the Biblical sense, in a way that could never be undone."

At this point, John started to cum in his wife's hand. He looked down to see his wife fall to her knees, where she began collecting his cum. She pulled down her dress to expose her large breasts, and he saw them shaking as his wife collected his cum, eating it from her hand and collecting it from her breasts as well.

He felt his nerve failing; he felt his confidence wain and started to feel his cock soften. Jennifer felt this as well and looked at her husband in the eyes.

"You like hearing that, John?" She said in a very sexy tone, giving her husband her best 'fuck me' eyes. "You like hearing about how I sucked my daddy's big cock, baby? Do you want to see it, John? Do you want to see my dad fuck my mouth?"

Jennifer finished cleaning up his cum, put his softening cock head into her mouth, and sucked on it; it had been so long since John had been hard in her mouth. She had missed her husband.

"That is who I want to put the baby in my John, my father," Jennifer said as she licked the head of her husband's cock, which was showing some life. "I want my dad to fuck me, baby, to go balls deep inside of me and fill my womb with his cum. I want to carry his child while we work this out."

John barely knew where he was; Jenny wanted her dad to fuck her? He was thinking about how dirty it was and how fucking erotic it was at the same time. He was thinking about the genetic problems that became more common with ****; he was thinking about a lot of things, but not his cock, and his cock was hard, rock hard.

Jennifer didn't waste any time, laying John back and mounting her husband. She was horny and wet, and he was rock hard, and he went right in. She wanted to keep him distracted, so she slowly fucked him while she continued to tell him about her dad.

She got close and whispered in her husband's ear, "He fucked me just like this, John, just like this. Filling me, completing me, making me whole, it was like I was born to have my daddy's cock inside of me, to have his cum in my mouth, in my stomach, and in my womb."

For his part, John was still in a state of utter confusion; he barely knew where he was. But the image in his head was Jenny's dad (enter name here) deep inside his daughter. How could a picture be so wrong and so right at the same time?

"He laid me on my bed and pushed his big cock into my mouth and then into my throat; we did that again and again, every day, it seemed, going farther and farther every day," Jennifer continued. "Eventually, my dad was stretching my throat and pushing his balls up against my lips, slowly at first and then more roughly, fucking my throat hard."

Jennifer wanted this. She wanted this more than Steve, more than her dad, more than any other man she had been with. She wanted this feeling of her husband hard and inside of her to last. She wanted John to give her a child, to feel his cum inside of her again, she still had the taste of his cum in her mouth, and it was very pleasing.

Maybe this could be how they got back to normal; maybe this fuck would give John his confidence back. Maybe, hopefully, as she talked dirty to her husband, her mind was just repeating, "Please, please, please."

She felt his cock start to shrink inside of her, fuck. It was not meant to be, at least not today.

John came back to earth as his hands found his wife's beautiful naked ass, riding him slowly. He realized he was inside of Jennifer, and his mind again got in the way; he realized he had only gotten erect in hearing that his wife had fucked her dad.

Her dress was around her waist now, showing off her big muscular ass as she rode him as his cock went down.

What a loser, what a pathetic fucking loser. No wonder she fucked Steve, no wonder she sucked all the cock she did at work; it had all been his fault; he had never been enough.

And just like that, John's cock was soft again, and he felt failure again. Instead of feeling pride at having been hard inside his beautiful wife, he again focused on his failures as a husband and as a provider.

Jennifer pulled herself up and got off of him. She loved her husband, but she was offended. She would not have a soft man inside of her; she needed more, needed a real man, and needed her dad.

She looked in a nearby mirror; her body was nearly perfect, close to what it had been when she was stripping, but with softer and better curves. Jennifer loved how she looked. If John could not get it hard for her right now, when could he? She was horny and angry at the same time, a tough combination.

Jennifer straightened her dress, covering herself, and then turning to admire her shape in the mirror. She still looked good; she always looked good.

"My dad, John, my dad is who I want to put a baby in me," Jennifer retorted as she stood up. "I am going to Steve's house; I need to fuck tonight; I will be back tomorrow. I need this, John, we fucking need this."

And with that, Jennifer slammed the door, and John heard her tires chirp as she sped off to fuck her former boss. Out of her mind horny, thinking about her had, and feeling unfulfilled. She needed and deserved more, and she was going to have it.