Daddy's Bedtime Taboo Sex Stories

by Kelly Fleming

  It only took a few deep strokes to take Jenny over the top in a powerful orgasm. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me deeply into her. Her arms and legs held me tightly as she came. I came only seconds behind her, filling her deeply with multiple spasms of my seed.

  I laid on top of her catching my breath, still fondling her breasts. Our combined juices were overflowing from her vagina and down her legs. Slowly, my softening penis slid out as I continued to suck on her nipples. We continued to cuddle together for several more minutes. Screams and moans of sexual pleasure could be heard from the other cars in the area.

  Jenny relaxed her legs from around my waist, smiled and said, "That was wonderful!"

  Then she surprised me one more time. With a content and satisfied sigh she said, "Yes Dear, I had a wonderful time tonight! Do you think we could come dance again?"

  I think we'll be doing a lot more dancing!

  The End.

  Late to the Theater

  You know how I dislike riding in taxicabs, but you insist we take one to the theater. We have been waiting to see this revival of 'The Little Foxes' for weeks. I notice when you gave instructions to the driver you handed him an envelope when you thought I was not looking. What are you up to?

  The odors in the cab make me cringe, but your perfume overrides them. It is my favorite, White Diamonds. You snuggle close to me, your skirt riding up on your thighs, sheer stockings shining in the passing lights. I see you are wearing the necklace and earrings I gave you for your birthday and I smile.

  Traffic is heavy this time of night, so we edge along in fits and starts. I wonder if we will miss the opening curtain, but you laugh and tell me not to worry. The scent of your perfume is intoxicating, it fills the dreary space where we are sitting and your body is warm against mine.

  I feel your hand on my knee, sliding up under the hem of my dress, your breath hot in my ear. I look at the driver; can he see what you are doing? Your fingers creep upward; your fingernails grazing my thighs and I cannot resist spreading them. Your lips brush mine as your fingers graze my silk covered pussy. No, please, what are you doing, someone will see. The driver will see. Why is it taking so long to reach the theater?

  I open my mouth to speak, but you place a finger on my lips, kissing me softly. You snuggle closer, fueling my longing to feel your skin against mine. Your fingers caress my pussy through the sheer fabric and a moan escapes my lips. What will the driver think?

  You ease my panty crotch aside and stroke my wet lips. Your head drops to my breasts and you lick my cleavage. I lift from the seat and you tug my flimsy panties down and off. I shiver as your fingers enter me, twirling in my dampness, caressing the silken walls. Your tongue skims the edge of my aureole, seeking the stiff nipple. I moan and pull my dress down. Your mouth engulfs my aching nub as your thumb rubs my clit and your fingers thrust deep in my pussy.

  I have a clear view of the hurrying figures on the sidewalk, only feet away from the cab window. Can they see us? See you finger fucking me? Your wet tongue traces along my jaw line and you add a third finger to those squishing in my throbbing pussy. Oh God! I am helpless in my arousal. Fuck me my love, fuck me hard.

  I feel the pleasure rising in my body, suffusing me with warmth. I shudder as I raise my hips to meet your pumping fingers. I am close, so close, don't stop, don't stop...I forget everything, the driver, the taxi, the city. I live only for your lips, your tongue, your fingers...oh yes...do me...oh yessss...

  My back arches, you whisper "Cum for me my darling" and I cum for you drenching your hand. Your mouth grinds against mine, smearing our lipstick as you muffle my scream of pleasure. You rub my throbbing clit furiously, bringing me to the edge again, your hot tongue smothering another scream as I am cumming again on your marvelous fingers.

  I slump against the cab's door, the aroma of freshly fucked cunt filling the cabin. I'm sure the driver can smell it, the whole city can smell it, and I do not care.

  You pull me up and we embrace. You take my hand and push it between your spread thighs, kissing me deeply. I feel your bare pussy. You have gone commando you sexy slut! Now it's your turn and I tease you, stroking your labial lips with my forefinger, dipping in and out of your soaked pussy knowing you are fully aroused. My tongue circles your ear, and then proceeds down your neck and I nibble at your collarbone while my fingers rub your clit.

  Your breath comes in gasps as you are consumed with lust. You growl deep in your throat, grip my wrist and shove my hand into your dripping pussy. Our lips grind together as I fist you, my fingers squishing in your soaked folds, my thumb stroking your erect clit. You pull your dress aside and I suck on your thick nipple as you grip my arm and push my fingers further into you. Then you are bucking against me, little whimpers escaping your lips, cumming explosively, soaking my hand with your juices.

  We snuggle together, suffused with the afterglow and kissing softly as the taxi comes to a halt. I look up and see the entrance to our apartment building. We are home. I had forgotten about the theater.

  You see the questioning look in my eyes and you murmur, "We'll see the play tomorrow night, love. I've always wanted to fuck in a taxicab." Laughing, we tip the smiling driver generously and head for our apartment, our toys and our soft bed. The night has only begun and you are all mine.

  The End.

  Wicked Once

  "Dammit!" I exclaimed. "You weren't always this frigid, so don't treat me like I'm an idiot!"

  Calling Sheila "frigid" was a mistake I had made once before. She hates being called that, but hey, the truth hurts. I was angry, so I had blurted it out.

  The argument started when our two kids had been invited to sleep over at their cousins' house. I immediately had thoughts of going out with her for the evening with her wearing next to nothing. On a couple of rare occasions previously, Sheila had gone out with me braless, wearing something somewhat sheer, so that if someone were paying attention, they could see her nipples. This made me very happy. On one of these occasions, she had become so excited, when we left the bar and got back to our car, she removed all of her clothes and rode naked all the way home as I fingered her. But that was several years ago, and since then she has shut everything down. Love making is rare. Dressing sexy is out of the question.

  So when I had suggested that she dress up again for me this weekend, she snapped at me about how much she hates when I tell her what to wear. She ranted about how she doesn't like to be seen in public in something daring, and that I must have a problem if I like that sort of thing.

  I started calmly by trying to explain how much I admire her body. For being 47 years old, she looks great with a 36C chest and narrow waist with shapely hips. I then built momentum by naming the times she had dressed up for me previously, and how much fun she obviously had. I capped it off with the line about being frigid and stomped out of the room.

  She didn't follow me. I was not surprised, and I fully expected to not hear her voice for a full week. Our Saturday with no kids would be spent in her parent's basement (where we lived temporarily until our new home was ready) in silence.

  A short time later, she approached me and gently apologized and explained how she had been so stressed due to opening her own law firm. She said if I was willing to take her shopping, we could pick out some clothes for Saturday.

  I was surprised at her coming to me that way. She's not the apologetic type. Therefore, I was dubious of how sincere she was. But I agreed to take her shopping on my day off, which is Wednesday. When Wednesday came, we went to the mall and she asked me what I wanted her to wear. I told her I had pictured her in a short skirt with thigh high stockings, and a shirt that she already owns. The shirt is a stretchy, thin white pull-over that if worn braless would be spectacular. So we shopped and settled on a plaid, pleated skirt that came down to a couple of inches above her knees. We then found a pair of textured thigh-highs at Victoria's Secret. Add some heels and WOW!

  It seemed like an eternity for Saturday to arri
ve. The kids were picked up, and when the in-laws left for Saturday Mass, we started dressing. I put on a pair of slacks and a silk shirt with my black Italian loafers. Sheila asked me what she should wear. I immediately figured she had scrapped the idea of the short skirt. She sensed my confusion and clarified that I had never told her which shirt I had in mind to go with the skirt. I pulled the shirt off the rack and handed it to her. "Which bra?" she asked. When I said "None", she hesitated, then wordlessly walked into the bathroom to dress. When she reemerged, I was struck breathless. She had on exactly what I asked. Her nipples were perfectly visible through the tight, stretchy shirt, and her muscular legs looked awesome in the thigh high stockings sticking out under the skirt. She said she hadn't put on underwear yet, and asked what I wanted her to wear, and added firmly that she would be wearing underwear no matter what I wanted. I chose not to argue, and picked out a pair of silver and black sparkly panties. When she hiked up her skirt to put them on, I could see she had trimmed her pubic hair down to a tiny patch.

  She looked worried and said she wasn't comfortable with the shirt she was wearing because of how clearly visible her nipples were, so I suggested she wear her black zipper cardigan, so she could open it if she felt comfortable later on.

  We went to a restaurant for dinner, and as we waited for a table, we sat at the bar. When she climbed up on the stool, her skirt rode up so I could see the tops of her stockings. She quickly adjusted herself as I ordered a couple glasses of wine, and two shots of the best tequila they had. Sheila complained that she didn't like the taste of tequila, but I assured her that this was good stuff, therefore not bitter. She took a sip off the top of the glass, and smiled at the taste. She downed the shot and chased it with her wine.

  After we were seated at our table, Sheila kept fretting over how short her skirt was. I ordered more wine and another shot of tequila. This time, Sheila drank the shot without questioning. We ate dinner and shared a bottle of wine. By the time we were done, she had stopped reaching down to readjust her skirt, and had unzipped her cardigan. Now I could see her nipples peeking around the sweater as we talked. She suggested another tequila shot for dessert, so I didn't argue. By the time we left the restaurant, Sheila was pretty numb and wobbly on her high heels.

  We then went to our favorite little martini bar. We found a table near the door, and Sheila sat with her back to the door, facing the rest of the bar. She took off her coat, then removed her cardigan. Her beautiful, full breasts and erect nipples were now very visible through the tight stretchy white top. The bar was somewhat dimly lit, so her tits weren't too flashy. The tables were bar height, so the stools were rather tall. Sheila climbed up on her stool, and didn't reach down to adjust herself. I walked to the bar to order our drinks, and when I looked back, could see up Sheila's skirt between her slightly parted knees, where her sparkly panties were winking in the softly flashing bar lights. I sprung an immediate hard-on, and when I turned back to the bar, I could see a young man, perhaps ten years younger than us who had also noticed Sheila's show. I returned with our drinks and sat across from Sheila, but to the side so as not to obstruct the young man's view of my wife's crotch. We sipped our drinks, and after a while I leaned forward and told her what I had observed. I told her how I could see her panties, and I pointed out the young man who had taken notice. She said she too, had noticed the man staring, and had done nothing to dissuade him. I applauded her for her being so accommodating.

  She finished her drink and excused herself to the ladies room. I watched as she walked in her ultra hot outfit through the bar as men's eyes followed. I went back to the bar to order two more drinks and the young man who had been staring asked if the lady I was with was my date. I replied that she was my wife, and he complemented me on how gorgeous and sexy she is. I thanked him, and in a moment of weakness asked if he wanted to get to know her. He enthusiastically agreed, and I hatched a scheme. I told him to wait until I dropped a napkin as a signal. Then he was to come to our table, where I would offer for him to sit next to Sheila. Then I instructed him to slowly after some conversation, rest his hand on her thigh. Then he could slowly inch it upward, if she allowed, and we would take it from there. I cautioned him to be careful, because this scheme might not work.

  I was seated back at our table when Sheila came back and sat down. She had a huge mischievous grin on her face, and I asked what it was for. "Oh, nothing." she replied flippantly. After about ten minutes, she leaned forward and said "By 'nothing', I meant that's what I'm wearing under my skirt. I went to the bathroom and took off my underwear." If what she said was true, then my new friend at the bar was staring directly at her bare privates. I immediately drained my glass and went to the bar for another because I wanted to see what there was to see. Sure enough, she had removed her panties and was sitting with her legs comfortably wide open. Even in the dim lighting it was evident that her pussy was exposed. I looked at the young man and said "Screw the napkin, just come on over."

  He walked back to the table with me and I introduced him to Sheila as Tim, who was visiting on business from out of town. In a joking manner, I said "The lighting in here is funny, Sheila. From the bar it looked to Tim and me like you have no panties on." and chuckled. Tim chuckled too, and rested his hand under the table on her thigh, like I had suggested. She didn't say a word, and we continued to converse. After a while, Sheila's face became red and her voice was raspy and she asked for a glass of water. I went to the bar and looked back. I could see Tim's hand squarely on Sheila's bare crotch, and he was slowly rubbing up and down. As I watched, Sheila leaned toward him and opened her mouth. He met her and they french kissed as I could see him fingering her. I took my time, allowing them to make out before I returned. They stopped kissing, and Sheila's nipples were as hard as rocks. They sat facing me, with Tim's hand rubbing her crotch, and I could tell that her hand was planted on his package.

  "Tim," I said, "I can tell that Sheila would like to invite you to our place for some more fun, but we're living in her parents basement, so we have nowhere to go." Tim said he was staying in a hotel with a business associate, and that he didn't think his roommate would mind a little company, so we could go there. Sheila suggested that we just get in our mini-van and go somewhere quickly because she was getting overheated.

  We went out to the van, and Sheila and Tim got in the farthest back seats with the middle row of seats folded down. I drove away and said "Alright you two, I'll agree to drive to the hotel alone up here, but you have to narrate everything that goes on back there in return."

  "For starters," Sheila began "my feet are up on the seat in front of me and Tim's got a finger in my snatch."

  "Now he's rubbing my left tit through my shirt."

  I looked in the rear-view mirror, but couldn't really see anything.

  "Sheila," I ordered, "You need to remove your shirt." I could hear the rustle of fabric as she pulled her top off over her head.

  "Tim?" I asked. "What do you think of her tits?"

  "They're magnificent!" he replied.

  "Yes, I know," I prompted, "but how do they taste?"

  I could hear Sheila sigh as Tim leaned forward and tasted her breasts.

  "Sheila," I prodded "You haven't told me what Tim's doing now."

  "Well," She wheezed, "He's licking at my nipples, and nipping at them with his lips, while he is rubbing my clit with his fingers."

  "What's his cock like?" I asked.

  She replied "He hasn't taken it out yet, but it felt huge when I was rubbing it through his pants in the bar."

  Without further prompting, I could hear Tim unfastening his trousers. "Okay." he stated, "I took my pants off."

  "Sheila?" I asked.

  "Hmmm?" She mumbled.

  "It's too late," Tim interrupted. "She's got my dick in her mouth. Oh God she's good at that! OOOH!" he exclaimed.

  "What's going on back there?"

  Tim answered "She's kneeling on her seat with her ass in the window, and she's swallowing my knob
the best I've ever had! AAARGH!"

  I heard a slurp as Sheila released her lip lock on Tim's cock. "Do you think people can see my ass through the window?" she asked. The windows in the back of the van are pretty smoky and dark, so I switched on the overhead dome lights. I could see her skirt pulled up around her hips and her bare ass was inches from the window. "Stop that! Turn those off!" Sheila barked. I laughed and turned them back off again. She said nothing more, but I could hear her hum as she continued to suck Tim's cock. She slurped and said Tim had a nice long, thick cock and that she wanted it inside her.

  We stopped at a red light and I could hear movement behind me so I reminded them to give me a play-by-play of what was going on back there.

  Tim said "She is straddling me with her tits in my face and ...oooh...lowering herself...onto my cock...aaah."

  I once again switched on the dome lights and looked in the rear-view mirror and watched my wife's naked back slowly rising and lowering, and her head was thrown back as she rode her friends cock. Her skirt was still on, so I couldn't see her ass, or Tim's cock between her cheeks. I heard a car horn and realized the traffic light had turned green and we were now a spectacle as people could look into the lighted van and see my wife riding this man, her bare breasts high enough to be visible through the windows. I almost came in my pants knowing people could see my wife's naked breasts as she sat on the man's lap. Both Sheila and Tim were oblivious to the situation because they were so caught up in their hot fucking. I released my foot from the brake and accelerated through the intersection, but waited several seconds before turning the dome light back off.

  The two of them moaned and gasped as I drove. I again reminded them of their obligation to narrate. This time Sheila chimed in, breathing heavily, finding it difficult to talk. "I'm still in his lap with his cock in me, but I'm now facing forward and he is reaching around squeezing my tit with his left hand and rubbing my clit with his right. You really should see this. At the next red light, turn the lights on again and look back here." She apparently was aware that I had the light on previously, and I was surprised she was willing to risk me doing it again. She is a fairly well known attorney locally, and being seen like that was very risky. Not to mention the fact that she is still fertile and was fucking our new friend without a condom.