” I stood and tried to rotate around so she wouldn’t see my penis trying to crawl all the way out of my trunks. It was no good. She made a litt...e gasping noise, which looking back on it I think was totally fake. She reached up and pressed her hand to my crotch. “This is what’s making you uncomfortable, isn’t it? Let me help.”She pulled my suit down all the way to my ankles, and my cock sprang up, relishing its freedom. I couldn’t move or say anything, as she pulled me by my hips closer. She was wearing her nightgown.”Good morning sweetheart.””Good morning Daddy.””You’re up early. Do you want some cereal?””I couldn’t sleep. No thanks. I’m not hungry. Can we talk Daddy?””Sure Baby.”She climbed onto a barstool and I sat beside her. She turned to me and paused as she gathered her thoughts.”I feel weird about what you did to me last night, Daddy. It felt good and all but I’m not sure we should have done that.””Yes honey, I know. I felt weird too, and I have thought about it a lot. My heart was racing and my hand was a blur on my cock. I felt this turning in the pit of my stomach and my legs started shaking. I erupted and the first spurt hit me on the chest, followed by another three spurts on my belly and finally oozing onto the back of my hand.John aimed his final seconds of streaming piss over my cock and balls. He commanded me to scoop up the cum from my chest and put it in my mouth and when I finished licking my hand clean I could get up and get him a beer.I stood. He really loved fucking the shit out of my wife and I loved watching and jerking to the action. He pounded her like I couldn't match, she would have multiple orgasms through our sessions and James would fill her cunt with 2 to 3 loads of cum and if I was active she would endure up to 5 loads of fresh cum inside her for the evening. She once had 7 orgasms from him, her words, "he made my cum 7 times". But all of James intense pounding and fucking did have it's effects, he would leave Monica sore.