Leaving the main door open and drawing the screen of the entrance room I slept by the side of my wife. She was looking at the copulation pictures in a...porno album. I also looked at those pictures with her.Visualizing the erotic pictures I felt my dick to grow hard. By raising the saree of my wife I brushed her pubic hairs and after entering my finger in to her cunt I could feel that it was oozing. I pressed her boobs again and again and she tried to moan. I was facing to the door side. I marked. I tried again.this time a little harder.tears ran down her cheeks but still we hadnt achieved any penetrationI said “cant do it baby.you’re very tight.lets dress up now” and tried to get up.she stopped me and asked me to try and said she’ll bear it. I tried again and pushed very hard this time.she had closed her mouth with her hands.after a struggle I felt it moving in finally.third time lucky.The head was in and her tears were flowing continuously.still she asked me to get in further and I. “Daddy,” she dobs in that sugary little girl voice she uses with my dad, “Rachel’s flunking Chemistry.”What’s with that shit? When I complained once to dad about her calling my father ‘Daddy’ he just laughed and said he liked the idea that we were enough of a family that she felt comfortable calling him that. I never call her mother anything but Elyse. To her face, anyway.“I hope he’s old and lecherous,” she sneered when she found out about the plans for a tutor.“Go fuck yourself, Cybele.” Not. I was intrigued of course. It was tomorrow night, and he suggested that I go. She already told him that she would make sure he had a front row seat, and that the winner only got his prize for the one night. It sounded perfect. The next night, at Greg's suggestion, I slipped on a lacy pink thong, and bra, white thigh highs, a plaid skirt, white button down shirt, and black Mary Jane shoes with 4" heels. I also put my hair up in pigtails. "You're going to cost some guy a fortune tonight," he said.