Mike Baxter hadn't been seeing much of his wife or his two sons lately, and he was beginning to wonder why. He knew that he shouldn't have started seeing Mary Reynolds and he knew that Cissy was well aware of their relationship. Lately, however, his relationship with Mary was faltering. He had been attracted by her youthful charms.
Indeed, she had done more to trap him than he had to attract her. He had come to realize soon enough that Mary didn't have the charms his lovely wife had. He only hoped that it wasn't too late to save his relationship with Cissy.
He was beginning to wonder if the boys knew about Mary and his cheating. They seemed remarkably changed in their attitude toward him, much cooler than ever before. Both Cissy and the boys seemed terribly secretive, running off together and not telling him where they were going at all hours of the day and night and not mentioning where they had been when they returned. He often heard the boys talking together or with their mother in hushed tones, tones that changed quickly to silence when he happened within earshot. All of this was beginning to bother him to no end.
Mike had noticed, too, that Billy Martin had been spending a great deal of time with Cissy and the boys. He knew that the neighbor boy was a good friend of Paul and Danny, but he seemed to live at the house now. Billy was often involved in the hushed conversations that he overheard, conversations that somehow seemed to be like planning sessions. He couldn't help wondering what was being planned. He intended to find out.
Mike wanted to confront Cissy with his view of the situation and simply ask her what was happening behind his back. Unfortunately, he knew that any confrontation with his lovely wife would lead to a hot and heavy argument about Mary Reynolds and his little affair. Mike was already terribly ashamed of his infidelity and he hated the thought of being put on the rack by the woman he had wronged. He would simply have to find out what was happening in another way. It would be sneaky, but it had to be done.
It was the weekend and for once Mike had decided to spend it with Cissy and the boys. Mary Reynolds was seeing another man, anyway, and as far as Mike was concerned, he could have her. It had been a long time since Mike had spent a weekend with his family and he was looking forward to it, until Cissy and the boys had changed his plans. Without a word they had all piled into the station wagon with picnic gear and driven off without telling him their destination. Now he sat looking out at the empty driveway and pondering his unfortunate situation.
Mike wished that he could get out of his head the idea that there was something strange going on between Billy, Danny, Paul, and Cissy. There was something about the way they looked at each other lately that bothered him.
It occurred to him that Billy might have told his parents where he was going for the afternoon. Mike got on the phone and talked to Julia for a few minutes. He hated to admit that he didn't know where his wife and the boys were so he managed to bring the conversation around to their whereabouts without making himself seem in the dark about their recent activities. It happened that Billy had indeed told her where he was going. He and the boys were spending the afternoon at his grandfather's farm. Mike and Cissy and the boys had an open invitation to make use of Hank Martin's farm and the surrounding grounds for picnics and the like. Mike remembered spending many pleasant afternoons swimming in the pond in the woods and basking in the sun. But that was before he had drifted away from Cissy and the boys, and now they were having their fun by themselves.
Mike realized during his conversation with Julia that he wasn't the only one who wondered what was going on between the three boys and Cissy. Julia made mention of the fact that she hardly ever saw Billy any more and asked if he was a nuisance around the house. Mike assured her that the boy was perfectly welcome any time, although he was at a loss to explain what he was doing with Cissy and the boys so late at night and so often. His talk with Julia left him even more determined to get to the bottom of things.
Determined to put his mind to rest, Mike hopped into his car and drove out to the country to do some investigating. It wasn't long before he started thinking about exactly what he had been missing in his lovely wife. She was much more beautiful than Mary Reynolds, he knew, and he knew that he should have been ashamed of himself for taking the chance of losing her forever.
As he drove through the countryside he thought of Cissy's full silken breasts, breasts that were like soft pillows of flesh, breasts he had always loved to kiss and fondle. He thought about her curvaceous ass and the way she responded with little coos of delight when he stroked her butt. He thought about her luscious thighs, the way they flowed with softness and warmth. He thought about the way her long lithe legs moved when she was alive with sensuality. He thought about the way she would spread those long silky legs and open herself for him. He thought about the way she would wriggle her pretty hips and take his big fat pecker inside her seething cunt.
By the time Mike had reached the farm his cock was as hard as a rock and as long as a baseball bat.
The big hard thing stuck several inches down the leg of his pants. His balls were on fire with lust for his beautiful wife. He wondered how he could ever have left her for Mary Reynolds. Mary might have been, but she was not nearly as seductive as Cissy.
Mike got hornier and hornier as he thought about the wild fucks he had been missing with Cissy lately. He was lucky, he decided, that she hadn't been snatched up by another man yet. She could have attracted a man to take his place without even trying. As he turned down the dusty lane into the sprawling farm he was almost in a frenzy of fuck-lust. He decided to skip the formalities of going to the house and talking to old Hank and his wife for an hour or two. He had a pretty good idea where Cissy and the boys were, that is if they were having their picnic at the usual place.
Mike hurried down the dusty path that led along the edge of one of Hank's huge corn fields and into the woods. He was beginning to hope that his raging hard-on would soften up by the time he found his wife and the kids. He wasn't likely to get into Cissy's pants right there in the middle of the woods, at least not with the kids around. In fact, he wondered if she would let him have any at all.
Considering the way he had treated her, he supposed she would have good reason to be cold, at least until he had managed to warm her up a bit.
The pond that the boys liked so well for picnics and swimming was in the middle of the dense woods, far from prying eyes and intruders. It was a fine spot for relaxation but harder than hell to get to. He parked the car under a shady tree and climbed over the fence surrounding the woods. It was quite a time before he caught sight through the bushes of the clearing surrounding the woods. It was quite a time before he caught sight through the bushes of the clearing surrounding the crystal clear pond. He was about to call out to Cissy and the boys when something stopped him. Not far from where he stood, standing out clearly from the green of the bushes, spread over the top of a thick bush, was Cissy's bright red dress.
Mike couldn't believe it. He crouched down and peered through the dense undergrowth, his heart racing. He searched along the grass by the pond and saw her panties and shoes, scattered as if she had simply dropped them as she walked. Mike couldn't see her or the boys, but he could hear giggles coming from behind some bushes on the other side of the pond. When Cissy and the boys came out from the bushes, Mike could hardly believe his eyes, or his ears. Cissy was naked, and the boys' zippers were open, their stiff dicks sticking out.
"I'll bet you had never watched a woman take a pee before!" Mike heard Cissy chuckle.
"Gosh, no, Mrs. Baxter!" Billy laughed. "That was the first time!"
"I rather enjoyed letting you three darlings crouch down and watch the piss flow out of my pussy! It was a bit nasty, but I loved it! It's too bad you boys couldn't join me!" Cissy laughed.
"Gosh, Mom, we would have but our cocks are stiff! Guys can't piss too easy when they've got hard-ons!" Danny said, reaching down and rubbing his swollen cock.
"We'll just have to soften them up a bit!" Cissy smiled, walking with her three boys over to the grassy edge of the pond, walking closer to the bushes behind which her husband was hiding. "Have you any suggestions as to how I could make your cocks softer?" the horny woman asked her three studs.
"Why don't you suck 'em for us, Mom?" Paul suggested. "We all like that a whole lot!"
"Yeah, Mrs. Baxter! You sure suck cocks real good! Why don't you let us take turns coming in your mouth?" Billy asked, his staff jerking in front of him.
"How can I resist?" she laughed, falling to her knees in front of Billy and attacking his belt.
Cissy unbuckled the kid's leather belt and unfastened his Levi's, tugging them down and releasing his swollen nuts and jerking cock. The boy stood there with his pants down around his ankles, wearing only his shoes. She gave his jerking dick a kiss and moved on to her son Danny, pushing his pants down the same way. She did the same for Paul, baring the front of his athletic body and letting his hard whang snap up against his belly.
Mike couldn't believe his eyes. A thousand thoughts raced through his head. He had never been so confused in his life. His wife, his very own wife, the woman he thought he knew perfectly, was actually about to suck her sons' cocks. His wife was about to participate in a wild, incestuous act, the ultimate in depravity. Now he knew why the boys and their mother had been so secretive lately. He realized now that they had been up to such tricks for a long time. The boys seemed quite used to having their dicks kissed and sucked by their lovely mother, and they seemed to enjoy every second of it.
Mike was furious at his wife for doing such things to their sons, at least for a while. Then he was furious at himself for driving her to such nasty activities by withholding his attentions and giving his time and his cock to Mary Reynolds. He knew that Cissy would never have gone to boys for her pleasure if he hadn't ignored her.
Strangely enough, however, his anger soon subsided and was replaced with other feelings that were confusing but undeniable. As he watched his beautiful wife lick and suck the boys' cocks he felt himself aching with lust. His big cock had been hard for a long time, stirred into a frenzy by his thoughts of Cissy and the wild things she could do to him. The added stimulation of watching his sons and Billy getting what he had missed for so long was driving him wild.
Mike reached between his legs and grabbed his cock through his tight Levi's, squeezing his hard rod in a tight grip. He felt like unzipping his pants and hauling out his hard pecker, but he was hesitant at first. It would be a dirty thing to do, but he had to jack off while he watched the depraved activities in the clearing. What the hell!
Nothing he could do could be more dirty and depraved than what Cissy and the boys were doing.
With that thought in mind, the horny man ripped his pants open and pulled out his swollen dick. Staring off into the clearing at Cissy's luscious naked body, he wrapped his strong fingers around his whang and began jerking off wildly, making his balls ache more and more with every rough stroke. He watched his wife suck each boy's cock deep into her face. He watched her silken cheeks bulge as each boy's cock-head pushed against the inner flesh of her cheek.
Cissy was sitting in profile to him. He could see her silken thighs glistening in the summer sun. Her lovely legs were curled beneath her full, perfect ass. He could see the tempting nest of her cunt-hair catching the rays of the sun. He knew that her cunt was damp with sex-dew. He longed to get between her legs and lick her fragrant cunt as he had so many times. It had been a long time since he had had sex with her in the open air. Just the thought of it made his nuts ache with passion.
The only thing that stopped Mike from pushing through the bushes and approaching his lovely wife with his dripping hard-on was the presence of his two sons and Billy. He couldn't possibly fuck his wife with them standing by, or could he?
The more he thought about it, the more exciting the idea seemed to him. He had to admit that the depravity he was observing was driving him nuts with excitement. He had to admit that he got a strange and powerful thrill out of watching his sons and Billy get blown so expertly by his wife. If he got such a thrill out of watching, he thought, how much greater would the thrill be if he participated fully in their wild sexual activities? Perhaps he should teach them all a thing or two about fucking and sucking.
Mike had to do it, no matter what the consequences. He had to make his presence known. He had to join his wife and his three boys in their wild incestuous romp. He took a deep breath and stood up from his crouching position. Letting his enormous hard-on bounce angrily in front of him, the horny man burst through the undergrowth and stood in the clearing facing the three boys and Cissy.