Daddies Brat

I had always thought being called ‘daddy’ during sex was a bit weird and silly, and I had told Jim and Janet this once during a discussion over joints and drinks at their apartment. When Janet first called me that tonight, it was meant as a joke, but I encouraged more of it since it sounded satisfying to my buzzed and high sensibilities. I could only imagine Jim’s horror at hearing his wife call his best friend ‘daddy’ while being fucked by him. I could tell a million things were going through Jim’s head, but he did not want to get into it in front of his parents. There were a few seconds of awkward silence while everyone locked eyes.

“Jim, I’m sorry. It just happened.” Janet was still bent over as she spoke, which didn’t lend any credibility to her statement. I tried to think of something to say to make this better, but there was no good argument I could make to explain myself.

“Jim. I… uh.” That was all I could manage to say.

“Just save it, you two, I don’t wanna hear it tonight.” Jim was angry and his mom looked furious, but he ushered her out the door before she could speak. Jim’s dad looked so uncomfortable that he could only think to grab Jim’s tools which were sitting by the front door before following his wife. Jim had never been one to explode in anger, and I was never more grateful for that than at this moment.

“Thanks for making sure my girlfriend got home safely, buddy. I fucking appreciate it.” He picked up the last of the tools he had come for and slammed the door behind him. Janet turned back to look at me, and I down at her for a cue on what came next.

She thought briefly before saying, “Well, that was fucking awful timing.” She stopped to think about her next words. “Jim will come around though once he calms down and we get a chance to talk about it. Can we just keep going?” She said this with a surprisingly light tone considering what had just occurred.

I, of course, wanted to continue and after some time to recompose ourselves, I started to slowly push myself into her again. She liked the new slower pace and her moaning started quickly.

“Oh, yeah. Keep fucking me, Daddy,” she said with a giggle, and I responded with a laugh.

“It’s probably a good idea to forget about the daddy stuff,” I said as I gave her one thrust slightly harder than the others that were slow and gentle. We shared a wicked laugh as I wondered at the bad luck of those three walking in on us in the middle of such an inside joke.

I smacked her big booty to hear the sound of it and see the flesh ripple out. I loved the sounds of her enjoyment and I hated to admit it, but I also loved the feeling of showing Jim how it felt to be on the other side of this experience. I loved fucking his busty wife. Her large breasts were flattened as she laid her chest on the table now, but they still looked enticing as they squished out slightly from the weight of her torso as she looked down over the edge of the table. I continued with a smooth steady pace until I felt a pleasant and familiar tingle that turned into an orgasm that I erupted on her gorgeous round ass.

I quickly cleaned her off with a roll of paper towels and guided her to sit down on the nearby couch. I pulled her to the edge by her butt and knelt on the floor to finish her off with my mouth and fingers. I stroked her labia while gently sliding my tongue upwards on her clitoris. She leaned back with a pleased sigh as I began to insert a wet finger inside her. I inserted it into the second knuckle and kept it still while my licking on her clit picked up.

After a few moments, I began to pull my finger back and re-insert it slowly to the same depth. I continued the licking and gentle fingering while she moaned and ran her hands through my hair until she announced she was close to cumming. As her orgasm started, she grabbed my head firmly with both hands and only released it after the pleasure climaxed. I continued until she gestured for me to stop, and we both sat down on the couch to bask in the moment.

I rolled one last joint while she went to get us each a glass of water from the kitchen. I finished the joint as she told me that I was welcome to join her in bed instead of sleeping on the couch, she handed me the glass and I told her I would accept. Now that she was standing naked in front of me, her boobs looked huge, and it made me wish she was back on her knees, in between my legs, sliding them up and down around my dick again.

There would be quite a mess waiting for us with Jim tomorrow, but tonight, I was experiencing every moment of this. I did not envy Janet one bit either as it would be much worse for her, but I pushed that thought out of my head as Janet took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom, only pausing to grab the bottle of coconut oil which we had left on the table. She gave me a knowing smile as she briefly tweaked her left nipple before we continued to the bedroom.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“I’m sorry but I need to get my dick back in between your boobs before we are done here tonight.” I applied a liberal amount of coconut oil to my penis as I spoke. She lifted them in her hands to feel their weight before she laid on her back and invited me to straddle her. My slippery dick felt fantastic in between her breasts, and this time, she craned her neck down and opened her mouth to suck on the head of my dick as it approached her lips. She moaned each time it entered her mouth, and it drove me wild. I continued pumping at a slow and steady pace to maximize the time I spent in her mouth. After a few moments, I came on her breasts and then climbed off her.

We sparked up the joint that was waiting for us. We smoked it slowly while we cuddled and caressed each other. After it was gone, she inquired if I had another round in me and was surprised when I said yes.

“Jim would have tapped out two or three orgasms ago,” she said as she turned to lay on her side facing away from me. I read her prompt for a spooning position and responded in kind as I moved in behind her to begin.

“Well, I may not get another chance, so I want to make the most of it.” I was about to elaborate further when Janet cut me off.

“You will get another chance.” She groaned slightly as I pushed myself into her, she then turned her neck to look back at me before she finished speaking. “I am going to have to use all my ‘get out of jail free’ cards on you, I think.”

We were tired at this point and our pace was slow to reflect that but I enjoyed the intense intimacy that I felt as I held her in my arms. She took my free hand and placed it over her breasts. I held them firmly as I gently thrust into her. She moaned softly as we each got closer and closer to our last orgasms of the night. I managed to hold off until she was done and then came on her ass one more time. After a brief cleanup, we quickly fell asleep.

I had no idea what kind of issues I had caused between Jim, Janet, and me, but it would be a lie to say I regretted such an amazing night and an even bigger lie to say I wasn’t eager for my next chance with Janet.