Visitors Come First. Slut enjoys an evening of fun with the man she married, the man she calls Daddy and his son. Trevor is not a cuckold.

Despite appearances the Professor is not a cuckold. This stand-alone story is published in two-parts. It is the penultimate chapter in a much longer unfinished tale that may be published someday.

Part 1 features the slut who the Professor married. As sluts tend to, she enjoys sex. Some events of Part 2 occur the same day as Part 1 but most occur roughly two weeks later.

You Should Know:

1. The Professor, Trevor Parks, is not a cuckold. More facts follow soon in Part 2.

2. Part 1 involves three men having sex, mostly sequential, with one willing slut.

3. Two of the men are father and son; some might consider this as "Incest/Taboo."

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Prelude

My father was a wise man who said I should marry a true slut, because she would never deny me when I wanted sex. It was good advice as, unlike so many of my married friends, I have never been denied sexual comfort. On the contrary, my slut is always more than eager for anything I wish.

There is an issue, one with two sides. On one side, the slut likes being a slut, which means lots of cocks. However, I did not want to be a cuckold. With planning, luck, trust and the right slut, we have been successful.

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A Hot August Night

August 26, 2018

The Last Sunday in August, nine days before classes start.

The doorbell rang a minute before 7 on Sunday Evening. Santi was prompt as usual for our once-a-month Sunday dinner, which usually included 7 to 12 attendees. However, tonight was planned as a more intimate version of our usual Sunday dinner. My children and other relatives weren't here. Eva, the slut I married, was planning on a special adult treat after the meal, a dessert all would enjoy.

Santi had long sought this visit, as an opportunity to tempt Eva from me, so he could spend the rest of his life traveling Europe with Eva as his "stolen woman" warming his bed each night. He was already enjoying her body twice a week at work.

Santi believed he was richer than me, because he was a bank president while I was a tenured university professor. He believed that Eva would leave our children because that is what his wife had done so easily. He believed that my "other interests," including the two Chinese concubines I screwed regularly, were opening a wedge between Eva and me. Finally, Santi believed himself to be a superior lover, a "Bull." He believed that if he could prove his dominance to Eva in the bed we shared, that she would fly away with him.

I knew what he planned and why. I also knew all of his beliefs were wrong. But because I loved Eva, and Eva loved Santi the way she did, I let the night happen.

To set the mood Eva got the door wearing just high heels and a skimpy sexy apron that concealed nothing. She really wanted to wear it for Santi. Her eagerness was understandably, the last time I watched while she was penetrated often, and got off many times, while getting her pussy, ass and mouth all filled by other men's sperm (she gave herself to 9 guys and 1 girl for that session) was the day I asked her to marry me, more than a decade ago. It was very memorable, one of the high points of her life.

I'm a professor. Eva did that "engagement" sex marathon, some with me watching, to test a promise I made. She arranged what we called a "sex circus" to test my sincerity to marry her as a slut. Would I still pop the question while she was literally dripping with the proof that she had given herself to lots of other men?

I passed the test. I got on my knees before her cum-covered body, and asked if she would be my bride with the compact we had written. She said "Yes." We shared a shower then flew to Vegas where, after the damn 24-hour waiting period, we both said "I do." She gave me two children who were presently staying overnight at a friend's. With hard work and her own great desire she is still the sexy woman I married, now a decade older but no less attractive in face and figure. She is attractive to others and some like her boss Santi know her as a slut.

Tonight she was especially eager to greet her workplace lover, share a lovely dinner, and then to take him to our bedroom for the sweet treat he had wanted for such a long time. The cherry on top that made it special for both of them was that I would witness and partake of her pleasures with him in our own bed for the first time. At least, that was the plan.

She opened the door eagerly, but then just as eagerly closed it again. "He is not alone."

Well, I figured Eva's workplace lover/boss/step-father Santi would bring his handsome son Julio along as a surprise for her. Santi had an ulterior motive and he thought having Julio helped his cause. If I was dealt his hand I might try a similar play. Except I knew better.

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Santiago, my Eva, and I (Dr. Trevor Parks, Professor of Business at Springdale State University) have a long and complicated relationship.

Decades ago, when Eva was not yet 7 years old, her slut mother Tina moved to the small town of Springdale. As was Tina's custom, her first night in town, before she established her reputation as a slut, Tina went looking for a man to feed her hunger that could not be satisfied. The man she found that night was Santiago Casellati, a newly hired unmarried member of the prosecuting attorney's office. He was fresh out of law school. That night he shared Tina's bed and the pleasure her body, acquitting himself strikingly well. Overnight Tina became a one-man slut. Santiago kept her satisfied in her bed each night for over 10 months, a record of fidelity for Tina that still stands.

It helped that Santiago fell in love with Tina's only child, Eva. On the first "morning after" Eva appeared at the breakfast table and introductions were made. The child could not get her tongue around "Santiago" so she called him "Santi." She said it so cutely that he said she was always to pronounce it that way, as a special favor to him. Thus the nickname persists today.

Of all the men that Eva saw going in and out of her mother's bedroom, Santi was the only one she felt like calling "father" because he treated her as she imagined a father would. Eva and her mother did not know who Eva's biological father actually was, Tina was very active before Eva arrived; there were many candidates and few names. Tina discovered the hard way that cheap birth-control pills purchased on a dark corner from a seller with low overhead are not worth much.

After more than ten months with Santi, one dark day Tina packed up Eva and moved to Canada hours ahead of an arrest warrant for fraud. It was an occupational hazard her lover did not know about. Tina left a tear-stained note Santiago still carries with him.

In high school Eva was a slut, and in college she was more so. But thanks to her mother she also focused on getting a college degree. After that Eva's good looks, sparkling sexy personality and HR degree landed her a job at an insurance company. Some time later I consulted with the company; I was looking to marry a slut and I needed a place to look. I figured the large city was a good place to look. So I wrote a grant proposal that put me in an office at the insurance company during a sabbatical. I found what I wanted just down the hall. We met and fucked, our first date was an orgy where almost two dozen people (men and women) enjoyed Eva's body; a few of those were even people she knew. I had her three times, including her ass, while others watched, cheered, and made crude comments that turned her on. I knew what type of woman she was. It worked out well.

It took some time but eventually I married Eva because she was a slut. She embraced the term, lived it, and thought it made marriage impossible for her. Then I showed her a path we could both live with. (I was no cuckold, it was a codicil to our vows.) We made an plan that worked for both of us. She tested me, I passed, and we got married. We both stayed with our plan.

I am a tenured professor in Springdale; I grew up here and got my undergrad degree at the college where I now teach. Besides my two darling offspring from Eva (Travis and Faith) I managed to produce three other children.

My oldest daughter, Dee, was conceived without my knowledge before I started college. Her mother had a reason to keep the news to herself; while I was the most likely candidate there were others. I met Dee by chance when she was 14, she asked for a DNA test. Eva now enjoys gentle sex with Dee, who is delighted to live with us as a nanny to her half-siblings during the school year.

Qiao Sum, a beautiful woman of Chinese origin, is the mother of my other two children. I considered marriage to her, and because she wanted children she would have accepted. However, she was married to her job of running a number of different businesses and could not relocate. She was so busy that she knew she could not be the wife I (or anybody) needed. But she wanted children with me and I wanted sex with her so we made an agreement. Qiao seduced Eva to insure her cooperation; it was no hardship, Qiao actually prefers women and Eva loves both men and women. Qiao and her sister visit as they are able. Qiao is a pleasure with either or both of us. Her damaged half-sister Ying also enjoys sex with me.

I do not complain about how busy my bed is.

Here is where it hooks back.

A few years ago, after my young children with Eva were both in school, Eva decided she wanted a part-time job to fill the time. Her first stop was at the largest local bank. There she was surprised to be ushered into Santi's office! He was now head of the bank's holding company. Santi was raised in Europe where his wealthy family made sure he was equipped to step into the family business when he finished high school. He chose to return to his father's home in Springdale after law school. Santi was not a good fit doing office politics with the other prosecutors, so he moved into the bank holding company at a mid-management level and rose quickly to the top. Santi had followed "his almost stepdaughter" Eva's career from afar. When Eva showed up looking for a job she was hired on the spot for a side business Santi was starting (payroll work) that fit neatly with her education and her schedule.

Eva was overjoyed to be working at a responsible job, using her skills and her brain to contribute to the community, as well as working with the man she called her "Daddy." Her happiness was evident in so many ways, including our bedroom. Not that her bedroom enthusiasm had ever been lacking, but somehow she found more time and energy after she got her job.

Eva is still a slut at heart. Santi knew her heart. Last year, Eva approached me about giving herself sexually to "her Daddy" Santi in his office. She had been "good" for some time and she really liked him, plus she missed "the action and variety of multiple lovers." I knew she had real feelings for him. As a slut her strong feelings expressed themselves as sexual desire. One day he asked for the pleasure of her body and she wanted to give it to him. Under the terms of our compact she had to ask me.

Santi's marriage was arranged by his family in Europe as part of a business merger. After the birth of his second child almost two decades ago his marriage become sexless, so Santi took his wife's cousin Bella, the nanny, to his bed. His wife returned to Europe five years before, taking Bella with her. Divorce was impossible.

Santi's two children Julio and Nadia were still living in his home while they attended high school and college, so bringing another woman to his bed was not an option. Fortunately, Eva was at the bank and Santi knew she was a slut at heart.

Besides being a slut, Eva really liked Santi; after over a year of flirting his serious request to use her body for sexual relief was not unexpected or unwelcome. As an intelligent man who likes breathing, he spoke to me beforehand, in confidence. I agreed he could ask Eva. When Eva asked me I gave permission.

The first time she settled her belly on his desk, spread her legs, and lifted her skirt above her butt so he could enjoy her body, Eva was positively giggling with delight. He was a bit clumsy as he fumbled opening his pants, trying to get his suddenly hard cock out and into her, he did not really believe it would happen. When her pussy embraced his length they spent a moment sharing memories of their life when it was simpler, when she was 7 playing with her "Daddy" and he had her mother who was pleased to give him her body any time he wanted it. He did not last three stokes that first time, he was so excited. But he knew how to make it up to her with his fingers, and she really did not need much.

Ever since then Eva has been a very happy slut at work, either bending over Santi's desk for him to use for relief, or crouching beneath his desk using her very skilled mouth to meet his desires. It was not every day, more like twice a week. They are quick, and she calls the tune.

The wicked pleasure of servicing the man she calls both "Daddy" and "boss" takes Eva's mind back to younger days, before marriage and children, when she always enjoyed at least two cocks every weekend, and she enjoyed orgies at least once a month. The workplace quickies invigorated her, and I benefitted even more in the bedroom from her higher sexual energy and her state of sexual joy.

That is the way it works with sluts, more sex means better sex.

Santi's request to enjoy Eva in our bedroom with me there was because of an unusual confluence of facts. For starters, it was possible; the students usually around were at their homes. Second, Santi had been out of the office all week, visiting other branches. He wanted to take Eva on the visits, but that was not in the cards. Both were feeling the absence. Also, in a few weeks he was leaving for Europe, his trip could be one month or much longer.

Then there was a secret reason, he thought he could steal Eva from my bed for the rest of his life.

I knew Santi's real purpose was to try to seduce Eva into going with him to Europe as a "stolen" woman. He thought that, if he performed well and showed me up in our own bedroom, he would look like the superior mate, the "bull" who could please her pussy more. He could take her from me, at least for a luxury tour of Europe. What woman could turn down a first-class trip to Paris, Rome, Venice, Barcelona and the rest of Europe?

I was also privy to a more critical secret about Santi. But I had sworn to keep that to myself.

As for Julio, Eva and I knew that Santi's handsome son was a fan of Eva. Julio sometimes watched us at the pond in the woods where we skinny dipped and made love under the sun. Eva liked to be on top, sitting on either my cock or my face, so her body was visible to best advantage. For her it was about showing herself, because she knew he was watching.

I am tenured faculty which means I cannot be fired. I am wealthy enough, plus I have my rich Chinese friends sisters Sum. Santi heads a bank, and is among the richest and most powerful men in the community, so he could, in theory, make things difficult for me. However, I advise the state's banking board, so I could arrange to strip him of his post. Also, it means he cannot see my financial records, it is a state banking regulation.

Santi will be 60 soon, I am in my early 40's, and Eva is in her mid 30's. Santi's son Julio is 21.

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Eva stood by the closed front door, confused.

"Are you going to let them in? Dinner conversation will be a bit awkward otherwise."

Eva just stood there.

"Do you have a problem with Julio? You know he has been watching us skinny-dipping and other things at the pond."

"Yes, I know that," she snapped. She didn't know that I knew why she sometimes put on such a show while being on top, making love outdoors. It was because she spotted young eyes watching from the bushes. Sluts like being seen, and inspiring others.

I urged her toward action. "It is okay with me if it is okay with you. Is it okay with you?"

"I don't know..."

"Hmmm. Are you wetter than before? I know it is not your first father-son combo."

She smiled at a memory, then realized that she had not mentioned who was with Santi. My mention of "Julio" and "son" suggested prior knowledge. She made a face at me, then opened the door, but just a little; she was cranky. "Santi, we did not discuss this."

I heard him respond. "Well, the boy got home early, and you know he admires you so. He must eat and he loves your cooking, as do I. Based on the menu I thought the more... creme... the merrier. I am sure there is enough... sweet treat... for all to enjoy," he spoke with just a hint of a leer. "How could I deny him?"

This was silly, I opened the door wide and invited them both in. "Come on in... Eva was just surprised. Good to see you Julio," I said as I shook the boy's hand. "I assume your father told you..."

"Yes, it was a pleasant surprise... Mrs. Parks, you are quite beautiful... I have had many dreams where... Oh! Did I say that out loud?"

With his Italian father and a taller Spanish mother Julio was tall, dark and very handsome, like a taller, more muscular version of Benjamin Bratt. All his life he spent his summers in Europe, half the time with relatives in Italy or Spain, and half with his Italian cousins - on his father's side of the family - at beaches like Cap d'Agde, Ibiza, or Spiaggia di Guvano (all nude beaches) - where the beautiful wealthy play. He is a bit of a nerd, despite his looks he is a little socially awkward. Julio was also sensitive and accommodating. "Mrs. Parks, if you would prefer I can leave. The last thing I want is to embarrass... Dad said..."

My wife let her heart guide her. Her heart said "yum." She grabbed Julio's hand.

"I can just imagine what your father said..." She walked him into the room, leaving Santi and me at the door. "Do not feel bad, I was just surprised. Dressed as I am... well, you can imagine. Did he explain... after supper..." The boy nodded his head, he did not trust himself to say a word on the subject. She sighed, but it was 100% theatrical, she liked this treat and was looking forward to making a fantasy come true in our bed. The thought made her wetter. Before he could speak again she put her hand up to stop him. "Well, as long as everyone is okay with it, then I am very glad..." she looked down his body and licked her lips, "and you can be sure I will be much gladder later." He blushed.

"Mrs. Parks, I was not sure..."

"Please Julio, if I am under-dressed like this, showing all my... well... I think 'Eva' will do. As for after, you can be sure I'm looking forward to all of it. But all that is for tonight only, okay?"

"Oh course Mrs. Pa... Okay Eva." He said her name like it was a prayer.

Despite the temptation of Eva's body the boy had not taken his eyes off her eyes. But it was clear he wanted to look. So Eve stepped back and posed for him.

"Take a good look..." she said while slowly turning around, showing her treats. In front she was very enticing in a tiny apron. It was made of a very thin black mesh material, a wider mesh than a nylon stocking but not quite enough to be called transparent. The apron covered her from just above her nipples to three inches below her crotch, and was only an inch wider than her nipples. The design highlighted her body's curves.

As she faced him she managed to move the apron aside, exposing the slightly spread slit of her shaved pussy before she moved. From the back it looked like she was completely nude, the apron's neckband was under her hair and the waistband was just an invisible fishing line. As she turned she bent forward a bit while her back was to him, showing her pussy to Julio. She had nothing to be ashamed of and she liked to show off to an appreciative audience.
When she faced him again his face showed awe. She said, "No dessert until after you clean your plate. Maybe there will be something besides a plate to lick... clean." His knees threatened to buckle. She took a step towards the table and rubbed an ass cheek, it was a subtle way to spread herself so her puckered rosebud "winked" at him. Turning back to face him she started to handle her tit, exposing a nipple like she was thinking of giving him a taste. Poor Julio blushed at all this attention, there was no doubt he was willing, but she decided it would be better if they waited.

Eva glanced at Santi and me. "You know, it would serve you old goats right to send both of you to bed without dinner... or dessert! My surprise looks good enough to be very satisfying..." She sighed. "But the kitty has other ideas, so let's sit down and get started with dinner."

We live on a farm so there are outside cats. But as we have no indoor pets it took Julio a minute to figure out her comment about "kitty." Then he blushed.

She took Julio's hand and walked him to the dining room, where the table sat four. She seated Julio at her right, in my usual seat. Her "father" Santi was on her left side as usual, and I had to get another place set up for myself across from her. She acted like it was a sign of her displeasure, but I knew better. From her sides Julio and Santi could both see her breasts and the nipples topping them.

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I helped Eva get the salad. In the kitchen she had a quick word for me. "You knew about Julio? How could you keep that from me!"

"I did NOT know. But you know Santi likes to surprise. I figured he might try something... You should have figured it too. Surprise means 'you don't know,' and that was pretty clear, so all is good. Look, you are a slut and he is another cock, a nice young one. He will give your kitty lots of good... stuff. Waste not, want not? You will make some very sweet dreams for the rest of his life. Afterward, you will thank us all... you do that so well." She blushed. "Relax and enjoy, then enjoy some more. Think about it... maybe Santi can't serve a second round, but Julio... with some management he might go all night."

"Alright... Hmmm. You are right, I may offer to let him stay the night... in MY bed with ME."

"If that is the way you want it, I am sure you will be more than pleased and very pleasing. You know I like you happy. But you might consider alternating between us. Or maybe doing two at once. He is shy but accommodating."

She thought a moment, those were really good and naughty ideas. "Damn, maybe a DP! That is a yummy idea. Kitty just cheered and got wetter. Plus I can't remember when you last had me freshly sloppy after midnight. The thought of me getting sexed all night by that yummy young stud... WOW. I wonder if he eats creampie?"

"If he doesn't, I bet you can teach him, it looks like you can teach him a lot."

Eva brightened. "Okay, I'm in."

"Might be more accurate to say... kitty is open to it."

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We served the salad and the meal proceeded normally. The main course was a lasagna made with shrimp and bacon instead of the usual ground beef. Santi swore it was sacrilege until he tried it. Now it was compared to the sacraments and meals prepared by his sainted mother.

Because Julio was young Eva had to ask something. "Julio, please forgive these questions but I must... Well, yes or no will suffice, I don't need names. Have you been with a woman? I mean, well... inside..."

He blushed. "Yes. Bella was my first, she wanted to make sure I started on the right foot, so she educated me... in ALL the ways. It is family tradition for a nanny without a daughter to do this. I am ashamed to say I was a slow learner, she had to repeat some lessons many times." We all had a good laugh at that. "There have been others..."

She cut him off there. "I don't need more details."

My guess was that some of those unnamed others included some of my distant "nieces" who lived with us in the bunkhouse while attending college. The boy was very handsome.

Eva and Julio were not looking but I saw Santi's surprise when Bella was mentioned, he had not known his son had been initiated by his mistress. I also had to wonder if he knew about me and Bella. It was long ago and the topic had not come up since I met him.

Eva continued. "Thank you. You understand why I asked."

"Oh yes Mrs. Pa... Eva. I would have volunteered it, I was just waiting for a good time to say it. It is not a subtle topic, but I knew you would want to know before... well..."

"Bella hmmm. She made a lot of friends didn't she?" Eva said to nobody in particular.

To change the subject Santi said, "My wife, Marie-Anne, has very little in common with you. She is the opposite of a slut, but I don't know if there is such a word."

Julio objected. "Father, why must you use that bad word for Eva?"

Eva answered him. "Oh darling, it is not a bad word. Daddy used to think it was, but I have taught him it is okay. In the USA we sluts have reclaimed it. I am a slut, the title gives me freedom to enjoy young treats as well as old." Her gaze rested on all three of us, and the point was very clear. "Mother and my unknown father were both sluts. In college I was a spectacular slut, and that was nothing compared to how I was when I worked. Then I got lucky. Trevor rescued me from the downward spiral of a typical slut's life. If my dear Santi calls me a slut, it is not a bad term, it is just what I am, when I bend over his desk at work . It does us both some good."

I was not sure if Julio knew about the work sex, and he did not seem to notice it now as he was focused on the word "slut." Well, whether he noticed or not, that was Santi's business.

Julio said, "If you say it then I accept it, but I will not use the term for you."

I asked Santi, "What were you saying about Bella?"

Santi resumed his story. "I was talking about my wife, who will be my wife until death parts us, even if she had not been my wife in body since... let me see... the last time was before my daughter was born, call it two decades ago. Well actually a year short of that.

"As the first born female of her generation, Marie-Anne enjoyed privileges, but there was a price, one she considered quite distasteful. She thought she could ignore it until her grandmother ordered her to marry me as part of a business deal, a factory near Cadiz, the transaction benefiting both families. She could ignore her parents, but her grandmother would not accept her foolish games and tantrums. The marriage was very formal, a Bishop officiated and witnessed what passed in the bedroom that night, the consummation theater which sealed the marriage contract. My wife managed some blood, which was amazing considering how we had rehearsed the act several times before. Her grandmother scripted and directed us in the act like it was a play. Marie-Anne could not arouse me for the act so she wanted Bella as my teaser, to arouse me before... but Grandmother thought Bella was too young for the Bishop to see like that, so Bella's mother served. Arousal of her groom was deemed too unseemly a job for the 'innocent' new bride."

"Bella's mother was attractive?" Julio asked.

"Yes, in a way. Sweet face, heavier than Bella. Curvy. She was very skilled at arousing me... Well, we practiced... late at night sometimes. Grandmother made sure I did everything right - even facial expressions at the moment... Hmm.

"In any event, Grandmother knew my wife would not be willing after the wedding night, so she had requirements. Marie-Anne had to produce a male heir and at least one more child within six years, or the marriage would be annulled. Marie-Anne would be shamed and exiled to cold New Zealand. I would get Bella, a poor cousin but she was family and sexy. Bella knew her life would be in service to a relative, she attached herself to Marie-Anne at a young age.

"My wife accepted the marriage, but once she was here in the US bedtime was a great drama, a tragedy, and she showed no affection. She insisted that I do my duty while she read a Rex Stout book. The first few times I used what I needed, but I pulled out at the end. I am afraid I ruined a good book... more than one, actually. She screamed in outrage. I told her that unless my duty was more pleasant, she would not get what she needed and in six years I would have Bella. Until then I would find relief elsewhere and whisper about her coldness. She saw what she had to do and became more affectionate... after a fashion. She showed me her ass, allowed me her breasts, and put aside the book. I could work with that.

"We had Julio and a few years later we welcomed his sister. With her duty done my wife cut me off. But I still had some power in my own home, so before Bella was done nursing my daughter, my wife moved to another bedroom and Bella was invited to visit me. It was not every night, it was her choice. That lasted until my wife left during our daughter's freshman year in high school. But Bella was not allowed to be exclusive to me. There was no quota, but Bella had to seek other lovers and confess her sins at the breakfast table. This was to insure that I knew of the others, but not their names. That stopped when Julio became a teenager, as the kids started taking up too much time."

Santi looked at me. "Bella kept a log naming her lovers. I knew many of them. She only gave herself to those who pleased her, and I believe you were one of her favorites."

He said this throw shade on me, but Eva already knew the facts. I spoke up. "That was before our marriage, I was untenured faculty who needed discretion. Bella was very good to me."

"You were good to her as well my friend. She gave you her highest marks." Then he turned to Julio. "However, there was no entry for you in the log."

"It happened during a summer in Europe, after mother moved," Julio answered. "I believe she only entertained relatives there. How many relatives, I do not know."

Santi nodded.

At one point in the conversation Eva said to Santi, "At work, I thought we would move our usual Monday and Thursday meetings to Tuesday and Friday this week and the next."

Santi agreed to the change. Julio paid it no attention, but I knew it was about her sexual sessions with Santi; he would be tired tomorrow and the following Monday was a holiday so the bank was closed. It was Eva's way of being considerate of him.

The meal passed quickly. At the end, to clear the palate, Eva served a locally-produced raspberry sorbet, very lightly sweetened, that is only available when the berries are fresh. It was quite wonderful.

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When the dishes were cleared Eva took Julio's hand and started walking to the bedroom. Santi and I following behind.

If Santi was peeved at the attention Julio was getting, he concealed it well.

Santi knew that in the culture of his youth, for a woman to give herself to another man in her own bedroom while her husband watched, even if the husband took part, greatly diminished the husband as a man and was likely the end of the marriage with disgrace. Enjoying two other men was so much worse. This was true even if the husband was forced to be there. Santi believed that if he outperformed me, he would prove himself the "bull" while diminishing my masculinity. If he allowed her, Eva would then cling to him alone for the rest of his life.

He would propose a first-class flight to Europe, and then a slow, luxury tour. He would introduce Eva as his adopted stepdaughter to all of his and his wife's relatives. She would share his bed. Some of Marie-Anne's family might not approve but they could not object; similar cases were well established among the family patriarchs, where those involved were sometimes adopted as stepdaughters when they were adults. His relatives all knew of Santi's lawful wife. They would approve his conquest.

Of course, the presence of any woman traveling with Santi would infuriate his wife beyond all reason. She might yet do something meriting the joys of Kiwi lands in July.

Unfortunately for Santi, his culture norms from childhood in Europe were a dated post-war model. Eva was a liberated American from the forward edge of the culture that gave the world "Suicide Girls" and females who embraced slut-hood. His expectations were as relevant to her as the mores of ancient Greece.

Also, his anatomical assumptions about Julio and I would prove false. Not that Eva ever cared.

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We would all be voyeurs to Eva's performance with each of us.

In the bedroom I took the easy chair on one side of the bed. Eva placed Santi and Julio on the other side of the bed where there was a chaise lounge. She sat them down and touched them a bit, encouraging them to loosen any tight clothing. Once they were comfortable she sauntered over to me, then turned to face her guests. "Would you mind?" she asked as she lifted her hair where it was covering the neck tie for her tiny apron.

She wanted me to unveil her, to make her naked for their eyes and their sexual use. It was my endorsement of what she was going to do with them, and was a reasonable request given my gun collection. To hold her in position I placed one hand on the side of her breast, with a finger stroking the nipple. With the other hand I undid the waist band in passing - I released it by passing my hand over the tiny hook. Then, with the twist of my fingers I slipped the neck hook out of its latch. The apron fell to the floor. By my hand Eva was exposed and made very ready for our guests to bed. I was to watch them enjoy her body from a few feet away.

As I released her, Eva was quivering with excitement at the pleasures that awaited her. Eva's slut-persona had not enjoyed such a treat for years, and never since our wedding had she enjoyed me in the room, my gaze caressing her body, energizing and validating her slut-hood, as other men took pleasure and gave up their release inside her flesh. This was the fulfillment of the promise I made at her sex circus test, before we were married, and she loved me for allowing it now. Even after the test, while we were in Las Vegas, she dared not hope this could actually happen; she figured the best she could hope for was forgiveness after sneaking off - if she ever did. But "sneaking" had never been part of our life, we followed our rules and roadmap for a decade. Tonight, my watching Eva be a slut in the bed we shared was the opposite of sneaking off, so she was overjoyed.

I was not done exposing her. She stayed facing our guests as I reached between her legs and dragged my hand along her slit, opening her nether lips so they saw the wet, hot pink flesh in her valley. When I reached the end of the valley they watched as I entered her with two fingers, bringing the wet sound of penetration. Her eyes rolled closed and she moaned, she really was an easy slut. I moved my fingers in and out a few times, then I reached around her body and wiped the moisture from my fingers on her belly, below the navel, on one side. The wet mark from my hand didn't just whisper how ready she was, it testified, loud and clear, as to the state of her body for them. The scent of her perfume would linger, emboldening their actions.

It also gave our guests the clearest possible signal - clearer than words could convey - that all they desired of her body had my permission.

They tried to conceal it, acting nonchalant, but both father and son devoured her naked body with their eyes, especially her tits and shaved parted lips of her pussy which she flaunted, as Eva strutted back to our guests so she could undress them. All she wore was her shoes, and I knew they would play a special part in this.

Looking at Eva I was struck yet again by how she combined the youthful, sex appearance of a college student with the touch of a MILF. Eva may not be 18 any more, but she did not look like a woman approaching her mid-30s who had brought two children into the world. Her good genes gave her a head start on others in terms of her face and body. Over our decade together the strongest drive to keep herself attractive and in top shape was a perceived competition with, and a drive to be desirable for, Qiao the drop-dead gorgeous Chinese lover who gleefully considered herself our shared "concubine." I had given Qiao the two children she craved. Qiao plotted her path to conceiving those children with me by seducing Eva - not that my slut took much seducing, they were topless within 20 minutes of first meeting in the elevator. Naturally Eva wanted to stay attractive enough so her favorite female lover was never distracted.

More recently, my oldest child Dee, an erotic slim beauty from an Asian Indian mother also came to share both sides of our bed. Her beauty further inspired Eva to stay attractive.

When she got to tonight's lovers Eva started by getting them standing together; Santi came up to his son's shoulders and was discomforted by them being so close, but he complied.

She ran her hand over each of them, and bid them to handle her, as she slowly opened their shirts one button at a time. Their hands started in G-rated places, it was not what she wanted so she urged them to be bolder. "If we are going to do anything in bed, I need some expressed attention to my naughty parts, okay sweeties? Pet the kitty... Please?"

They complied, I watched as each of them cupped her pussy in turn and fondling her tits. She pressed herself against them, rather like a kitten. Julio was bold enough to put his hand on her cheek, and put some fingers into her mouth. Then he slid the wet fingers into her body, below. She liked that, she shivered and gave him a real kiss as his fingers probed her intimate flesh.

I have to say watching them aroused me. I also felt the first bit of negative emotion, of anger and jealousy. Those feelings fed my arousal. But I would be lying if I said I had no urge to harm Santi as I watched. Not that I would, but the feeling was there, underneath.

As she stood in front of her two guests, Eva "closed me out" as if I were not there. She flirted, whispering sweet nothings, and touched them, making each man feel like they had a special connection with her. She kept insisted that they handle her tits and pussy to arouse her desire, and gave them kisses as she took their clothing off; removing shirts, undershirts, belts, and opening their pants up, so they dropped to the floor. Eva always enjoyed "unwrapping her presents," and is very good at making a man think that he is the only one who matters to her, even if he stands with one or more other men. I watched as father and son preened at her attention.

Eva starting with Julio. He tried to decline, he was willing to undress himself, but in her own bedroom she did not allow it. After she pulled his undershirt off she just had to wrap her arms around his neck and give him a scorching kiss while pressing and rubbing her breasts against his bare chest. He was shocked and he hesitated to react, but the boy was not made of stone. After a few moments he wrapped his arms around her and got into it. Santi was right next to them, he could see and hear how she was kissing his son like she was a woman hired for Julio's pleasure. When they finally broke apart Eva was slightly out-of-breath. She left just his boxers in place. For those she pulled on the rear of the waistband and ran one of her hands down the back all the way to his balls. Her touch there made him jump.

With words and actions she invited him to put their hands on her, "everywhere," for their mutual excitement. He handled a breast, and she cooed happy noises. Then he cupped her pussy and slid a finger into her valley. She was very happy with that.

I heard her brief conversation with him. "I have to wonder... are you okay putting your yummy cock into me after your father has... you know... filled me?"
"Any... all... it is so good, beyond my dreams." Julio was happy just to be here, he knew he would share her, barebacking with his father, with all that suggested. He admitted that when he dreamed of her he imagined having her as his woman, on her back in a bed so he could kiss and pleasure her as he was moved, instead of like a high school girl in a back seat, on all fours or using her mouth. It terms of getting "seconds" he knew she was an experienced woman and a mother; he said it was silly to care about a little extra internal lube. He had no phobia's about men she enjoyed "years ago... or seconds ago."

Next she asked if he was good for a second round. He confessed to some concern about being too quick the first time, but he was definitely good for two... or three or four. Maybe more.

"That sounds wonderful. Tell me, do you eat pussy?" she asked.

"But of course, I would consider it an essential preamble to pleasure you in that way..." Then he glanced at Santi and me. While unspoken, the message was clear; he would eat her pussy after we enjoyed her and left her filled! It was a brave offer. She smiled at him, and suggesting she was looking forward to his attentions.

Then she turned to Santi. As she pulled off the older man's shirt she gave him a quick kiss. "That is a 'thank you' for bringing me a nice surprise. But since you did not tell me first, that is all the sugar you get... for now." He tried to say something but she stopped him with a finger on the lips. "To be continued... Now, since you wanted this, what naughty ideas were you thinking of, in terms of of using my body in perverse ways for your pleasure?"

"Well my lovely Daughter, you know I have always enjoyed watching your wonderful back and divine bottom, especially when they were bare, many years ago. I do not see them at work, as you must stay dressed and we must be quick. In the bed, I could take my time and enjoy the sights. I dream of you on all fours, and me behind. That would allow the boy to see your wonderful breasts hanging free, shaking while I... well, it is a sight which must be truly inspiring. But I confess, I would prefer to finish pressed myself against your bottom as you were on your belly... or maybe in the way of spoons. Then I could feel you better as you quiver and respond when I spend myself... inside... the thought is very wonderful."

Then Santi noticed the mirror mounted on the closet door. Eva used it to dress but it could be positioned so somebody on the bed could see themselves. Of course Santi wanted to use that. He suggested his son could fine-tune the angle "to see more of your beauty" while he was "using your body."

The crude words gave Eva a shiver of anticipation. She also picked up on the family endearments, Santi had called her "daughter."

"That all sounds very naughty Daddy... I love the idea."

Eva's use of the term "Daddy" grabbed both Santi and his son by the balls.

Since Santi was short and a bit heavy there was always an issue with how they fit together. He had tried three different desks at work, the present one was good for oral, because she had plenty of room underneath. But for bending her over they found a table that worked well for both of them in a standing, bent-over from behind, position. Santi had it set beside his desk. He kept in empty so she could stretch out as he took her.

She removed his undershirt, then undid his pants. "Do you mind if I suck somebody while we...?"

"I am sure the sight would make things better for all concerned," he replied. Santi was not big on kisses.

The thing is, for Eva this whole routine is learned behavior, something she picked up watching her slut mother seduce her guests. Guys always thought it was real; for that few minutes of attention each man was convinced that her body and heart were 100% devoted to him even as somebody else was bringing her to climax or filling her with his cum. The feeling stayed with them, each guy thought he was the main event while any others were just sex toys she was playing with.

After some more time time with each of them she had them kneel down side-by-side, so they could open the straps on her high heels and help her as she stepped out of them. This little routine put their eyes near her crotch level for a few moments with paradise up close. Her slit was spread a little, it was very attractive. I was sure they could smell her arousal, that was part of her plan.

They were still on their knees when she asked them to removed their pants from around their ankles, along with their shoes and socks. As they did that she turned her back to them and bent forward, watching them between her legs while giving them a "low angle" view of the twin moons over paradise, her puckered pink entrance to the taboo highway, and the wonderful folds of pleasure valley between her thighs. It was the sight males have craved since before our species evolved. They were almost drooling when they gazed upon it.

When they were done she turned to face them and had them straighten up. They retained only their tenting boxers, which showed their enthusiasm.

"I think a plan is forming up nicely. Okay, since we have a unique opportunity to be naughty, I would like a little bit of father-son makeout..." She saw their sudden look of surprise and shock. "Not with each other, silly boys... with me together! It is something I normally don't get from Santi. This is not the time to be shy, I want more kisses and more... roman hands... before we get to bigger things." She drew them both close to her sides and said she wanted to feel their bodies close, and their hands on her naughty places while they kissed her... anywhere naughty.

As they closed in she grabbed both cocks as they tented their shorts.

On work days when Eva was being a slut for Santi they got right to business; her foreplay was her own anticipation, since she knew when she was going to walk into his office and give her pussy or her mouth to his cock for his pleasure. She used a dress code as a signal. It was always between 11 and 3, at her discretion and was always a last minute decision. She buzzed him, waited 30 seconds, then walked right in. Santi was always worked up, opened up and ready to go. She essentially stayed dressed, if they fucked she put on panties after.

Today she wanted more from both of them. Together, at the same time.

She turned to Julio for a hot kiss, one where their mouth's were open, their tongues were questing, and their lips were not quite touching all the time. Again she wrapped her arms around him. Julio seemed inexperienced but very much in tune with her desires and what she wanted of him. I must say it was arousing to see the young man pleasure the woman I loved.

Both men were pressing their bodies against her. I told Santi that if one of his hands cupped with her breast, and the other cupped her ass, she would be happier. He took my advice, he even ran a finger over her rosebud, giving her a shiver.

She also whispered to Julio that he should reach around back so he could "slip a finger inside... either hole." I could see and hear as his finger entered her juicy pussy. When Santi moved Julio rested a second fingertip on her rosebud. She liked that, she was so easy when she was hot. As he touched inside her pussy she moaned, pressed her body against him and rubbed herself on the cock tenting his undershorts.

After a bit she turned to Santi. She started nibbling on his ear and whispering something, then she moved to kiss him. Santi is normally not big on hot, sexy kisses. But today, with me and his son watching, and Eva clearly looking for it, he made an effort and did well enough. His hands roamed a bit more. Santi became more enthusiastic, and Eva responded enough so it sparked a stronger jealous reaction in me. I had not felt that intensity of a reaction before with her. The flare of jealousy did not diminish my arousal, quite the contrary. I was surprised.

With her encouragement both father and son played with her pussy, sometimes fingers from both were in her slit. Their fingers penetrated her, Eva could not keep track of who was inside where. She LOVES that; not knowing which of several men was being so intimate with her body puts her mind into what she calls "anonymous space." Every touch becomes detached, anonymous, like a multi-limbed sex creature. It was a sensation she missed from her orgy days.

At one point Julio drew his finger from deep inside her pussy and they both licked her juices in an obscene kiss while Santi was nibbling her ear with a little tongue thrown in. He was remembering his moves from before his marriage, when he was with Eva's mom. They were all getting into it, and the guys were getting more comfortable. They were eager to move things to the bed.

She was also ready, it was time to strip off their boxers.

To make sure I could see the unveiling of the cocks that were going to soil her body, Eva got down on her knees. She spread the two men farther apart, to the sides, then she grabbed the front of both waistbands. Pulling the waistbands away from their bodies, she slipped both boxers past their erect cocks, exposing both at the same moment. She pulled their shorts down and after they stepped out of them her hands began stroking the erections. They were both drooling pre-cum pretty good as she rubbed her thumb across each tip.

Looking over her shoulder at me Eva was smiling broadly while holding her embarrassment of riches. She mouthed a silent "thank you" for my indulgence in allowing her this hot meat to enjoy, then turned back to them. It had been more than a decade since I saw her strip a man other than myself. Now I had arranged for two lovers who were in our bedroom, waiting to enjoy her body in our bed while I watched. We both knew that she was excited by what was coming. Julio's presence greatly increased what she would enjoy.

Eva spoke to me for their benefit. "Look honey, both of our guests are so big and hard... Aroused... I can hardly wait to feel them having their way with me." She looked up at Santi and Julio. "Both of you want to make a mess in my pussy, don't you?"

"Well, yes... I suppose that is one way of saying it," Santi said.

Her enthusiasm had Julio a little hesitant. "Yes... Eva... as you wish."

"I do wish... and I dream. Naughty dreams. This is going to be so much fun!"

She held both cut cocks where I could see them, they were hard as could be. I knew Santi shaved for her, it was kind of a requirement for her to service his cock orally in the cramped space under the desk. It seemed Julio also shaved, I guess that was part of the fashion this year at Europe's nude beaches.

For the first time in some years Santi was able to get a look at his son's cock. The last time Julio was 13 and limp. In his mind Santi was convinced that Julio was still smaller than him.

But reality can be so cruel. Eva wrapped a hand around each. Julio's cock shaft and ridge looked roughly the same girth as Santi's, but in terms of length Julio clearly had his father beat, her small hands circled them both just behind the ridge, leaving both cockheads exposed for her to nibble. But while her hand enclosed the full length of Santi's shaft, from ridge to base, her other hand left Julio's shaft exposed for an inch or two from Julio's body. Julio was that much longer. Santi's was not happy when he noticed this.

She spent a moment studying them before she took each cockhead into her mouth, sucking it and wiggling her tongue on the tip. As she did that I quickly stripped off my own clothes. Eva would not get my cock until after she had satisfied both of them. But my pants were tight and I didn't see any need to be dressed.

When I settled down she gave me a quick, "I'm going to be so bad" look, then pulled both cocks together and took the tip of both heads into her mouth at the same time. Their cockheads kissed. It was not exactly a sword fight in her mouth, but is was something they never planned on. Santi's temper flared, but kept it bottled up inside.

Eva loved all of it: the taboo of the contact, the naughtiness, the fun, and the fact that they both wanted her body enough to go along with her play.

Santi was not happy, this was NOT what he expected and I could see he was thinking of pulling back.

Julio was surprised but not really upset by the contact.

After treating both family members to her smile, Eva wanted to move on to some serious attention. She left them as she went to the bed where she settled down on her back, with her legs hanging off the edge and her crotch spread near the foot of the bed. The position invited oral sex, the room was carpeted and there was a small rug in the right spot to kneel on. "Julio, would you mind..." she smiled.

Julio was very eager as he approached the bed, went to his knees, then put his mouth, with tongue extended, to her pussy. I could see how his tongue was moving even before his lips made full contact with her pussy.

His mouth enclosed her pussy and he sucked her lips inside. Eva's head shot back and she moaned at the pleasure of his vaginal kiss. He pulled himself in tight and pleasured her energetically with tongue and lips. She loved it, Santi and I could both see clearly.

After the initial pleasure shock she found a moment to call out "spotlight," to me.

I flipped a switch which killed all the regular lights in the room while lighting the bed with banks of indirect lights. They did not shine in her eyes, but they were placed so the bed was the only part of the room that was lit. The rest was in darkness.

"Oh Julio, your kiss... that feels so gooood. Your tongue is divine. If you could... a bit lower... YESSS. That is great! Oh... right there.... it is perfect for me..."

Since our wedding ceremony I had seen my slut pleasured by another man only a few times, and most of those were brief glimpses lasting 5 to 10 seconds or so. In those brief glimpses I have never seen Eva really get off hard with another guy. That would all change tonight, it looked like it would happen in about 30 seconds! In addition, since our wedding I have not had her freshly sloppy. Tonight her pussy was likely to be filled and oozing with two loads before I got to put it in. It was something to contemplate.

There is something primal, something that is wired into our brain, about seeing our woman respond with more arousal to sexual pleasure from another man. The feeling is much stronger when it is our own woman, or a woman we desire, who is being pleasured by another. The fact that I would get my turn was a comfort, but it did not seem like a very big one.

Her moans and exaltations got stronger as Julio pushed her to climax. Giving oral sex is one thing Santi did not do willingly, or well. But his son seemed to have a knack for it.

"Oh yes... right there... OH MY, you are sucking in... it is so hot... I am close..."

Things were building to a noisy conclusion. Between Julio's skill and Eva's excitement it did not take long for her to reach the height of pleasure.

"Oh Julio darling... keep that going... your tongue is... OH! just perfect there... OH... Oh yes... OH FUCK YES... I'm Going To Cum... nnooowww YESSSSSS! Oh Julio! FUCK ME WITH THAT TONGUE! Yes Julio... Yes YES YESSSSSS... OH! Do Me! I'M CUMMMMMMING!

With that Eva suddenly bucked and twisted in Julio's grip as his mouth took her to a climax.

Eva clamped her thighs to hold Julio's head in place as she came. I knew that despite the intensity it was a short climax, short and sweet so it did not cost her much energy. It took only a few minutes to summon and it was the perfect prelude to the evening's excitement.

Julio did everything she needed. He kept going full speed all the way through Eva's excitement, keeping his lips and tongue working perfectly to take her to the highest heights, then over the top, when she screamed her lungs out. Once she was over the heights he gentled her down perfectly.

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I was perhaps a dozen steps from my gun safe, and in those first moment of Julio pleasuring Eva I was again aware of those guns. Still, from Eva's sounds I could tell that Julio was good with his mouth, but he was not nearly as good as my concubine Qiao was when she pleasured Eva. Plus, Qiao was so beautiful when she was with Eva, giving or getting pleasure.

Julio was a new novelty. Eva liked him because he was new. We both knew from experience that his charm would fade. I had a decade of experience pleasuring Eva, so no matter how good he was tonight he would not best me (or Qiao) in this.

While Julio was eating Eva I happened to glance at Santi. I could read him in a glance, this was not going as he intended. A confident man by nature, he really is unaware of how Eva reacts to him and what she values in sex. Now he was confronted with a basis for comparison. At work they must both stifle sounds and her position limits her physical reactions, so he has never seen enthusiasm from her But with Julio, her appreciation and enthusiasm were very much on display. Santi cannot even see Eva's face during sex, so naturally he imagines her with the expressions he saw on Bella, who was by nature more at ease and internal in her contentment then excited and enthusiastic. Here, in our own bedroom, Eva held nothing in so Santi saw how she loved pleasure, and reacted to it. The intensity of her reaction with Julio was new to him and it confused him; Bella was never an intense person.

Of course, his wife Marie-Anne was acting to the limits of her ability just to avoid showing how she despised sex.

He told me later how in his mind he looked back. He had to think about it, but the last time Santi saw a woman so animated and expressive while enjoying sex was over two decades ago, when he was just out of law school. It was when Eva's mother was getting off under him. In those moments he realized what he had missed in his life. Santi's face aged ten years with that realization, and he began to doubt himself.

Her next action was something Santi thought was simply impossible.

As she was pleasured by Julio, Eva looked at me with a big smile. "Thank you so much," she said; in her joyful response we all saw how she held me responsible as the source for ALL the pleasure Julio and Santi would give to her tonight. I had promised, before our marriage, to allow her to be a slut. Now I was fulfilling that promised in the best way possible, with two of her ideal men: her emotional "Father" which made it very naughty, and his very handsome son who was a delight to look at, and was clearly a delight to experience.

It was like, instead of just putting my cock into her tonight, I was putting all three cocks into her, and doing everything else that gave her pleasure tonight. I was to blame. What more could a man do to please his woman?

Santi saw my indulgence as a weakness, he saw me as the wounded cuckold of his youth and culture. But Eva saw my indulgence as a great gift of trust and pleasure intwined, so it strengthened our already strong love, and reduced Santi to two dimensions, as a sex toy. A very novel sex toy, a favorite sex toy, but still a toy.

I saw these thoughts colliding through Santi's mind in a matter of seconds. "How could it be?" he asked himself. He had no answer.

Meanwhile, there was still action on the bed.

After Eva's short tempest was over and her body relaxed, Julio moved up her body, treating his lips to her breasts for a very tender nibble. On the way up he smoothly slid his cock into her body. It was a very skillful move, the position was not easy for him. His cock slid into her easy, with a single stroke; she was very wet and had given birth to our children by natural means. Plus, it looked like both Julio and Santi were slimmer than the cock she usually got.

I was looking directly at the two of them when another man put his cock into the woman I loved. This was the strongest moment of drama for me, when my control was closest to slipping. I realized that I was breathing hard and clenching my fists. The thing that gave me the strength to reduce my tension and to relax was looking at the simple, almost childlike smile that lit Eva's face as she felt the boy slide inside of her. This was the way she was wired, to accept pleasure from men she did not love. It was nothing like the deep connection we shared when I entered her. Instead, this was, in the purest sense, play for her.
Well, I love to see her happy, it makes me smile.

A moment after Julio slipped his cock in their lips touched. Without a word, acting on pure mutual instinct, they both wrapped their arms around each other. Eva also wrapped her legs while Julio lifted her up. With her hanging from him he knee-walked until he was entirely on the bed and her head rested between our two pillows. There he set her down gently and settled on top with both his cock and his tongue probing inside her, trying to build his own arousal to release. Their hips were not moving, her legs were holding him tight enough so he would not try. But her body lifted and fell as they embraced. I could tell from Eva's body and Julio's face that her well-trained pussy muscles - trained by her mother from an early age - were doing their "very happy thank you dance" upon Julio's cock inside of her.

The first time that happened to me I marked it on my calendar - Friday night, July 13, 2007, at my apartment. It was two weeks after we met and we just had to fuck before going out to dinner. We were both primed and in top form. She was aroused from the start, she was really ready for it. Her pussy did the "happy dance" on my cock and when she was done I essentially ended my search for a wife. I had two great candidates. Eva was a slut, as my Father advised. The wealthy and beautiful Qiao, a package deal along with her virgin half-sister Ying, constituted the other candidate, although that choice brought some lifestyle adjustments. I just had to decide which I wanted more, and then convince them to say "yes." Deciding, then convincing, took me another eight months.

I used my time wisely, I practiced with my choices.

I was very fortunate, Because Qiao and Eva got along so well I wound up with both choices and everybody was very happy with the results.

Back in our bed, Julio was much taller than Eva; so while their embrace felt wonderful, it was not sustainable. They broke the kiss and relaxed a bit.

Julio was focused only on Eva. He praised her. "What you are doing inside... it defies words... I have have never known such stimulations. My beautiful cousins cannot compare."

Eva replied, "No Julio, you really know how to please a girl! Thank you so much... We must do this more often."

"Thank Bella and my female cousins for what I know. After all day teasing they come naked to our rooms during the dark of night. There are not always words, but in any case they simply require excellent service, or they get up and go to another cousin's room. If you ask nicely they will tell you what they want, but they will do that only once, and heaven help you if you mix up what Isabella wants with what Sophia requires."

Santi, who is not at all used to being ignored in a conversation, jumped in to explain. "Isabella and Sophia are identical twins who are very competitive and quite demanding. Sometimes they play their 'naughty visit' nighttime games with uncles instead of cousins. I am told they can be distinguished by birthmarks upon their nether lips but I imagine that is hard to do in the dark." Santi has always had a gift when speaking, imparting so much feeling into a few words.

Julio gave a little laugh at that. "Yes, it is true. I tell them apart by finding the birthmark with my tongue. But most do not know this secret, perhaps the twins do not, so naturally I am their favorite. Sometimes I get both at once! They are demanding. But also very grateful."

We all had a laugh at that. Their little society was rich, beautiful, and immoral to the core, having sex with relatives and accepting marriage only for commercial gain. (Hmm... it had never occurred to me before, but those two went together. I mean, if your marriage was going to be arranged, going on a normal date with a normal guy is sort of dishonest.)

It said a great deal about Santi's relatives.

Eva allowed Julio to stroke in and out a few times, she had taken the boy farther than he expected and we could see he was starting to hold back, so he could keep his body in control. Eva was not looking for for a finish just yet. So she gave him a little speech.

"Oh Julio, I pray you remember that I am a slut. Here you have pleased me, and now you are close to your reward... but a true slut would send you away, unsatisfied, so she can give herself to, and enjoy, another man. It is Daddy's turn, he has waited so patiently and will last longer. We will get back to this... later. So give one more dreamy kiss and then let me show you what a slut I am, which I must be if I send you away and give myself to another cock after you pleased me so wonderfully."

Julio took his dismissal well. He was distressed by her language, and felt the sting of a slut's casual betrayal, but she gave him a look so he did as she asked. As his final kiss dragged out his hips moved, thrusting his cock into her five times, each at a different angle with a different motion.

She liked the actions, but she wanted one more thing. "Say it Julio... say what I must be. I want you to."

Julio had a hard time with it, but he said the words. "You are the most wonderful, beautiful, desirable slut I could ever hope to know. Is that what you wanted?"

"It will do for now. But you didn't really sell it... we will work on the sincerity thing later."

He made a face, more unsure than positive or negative, as he withdrew. Then he realized that here "later" might mean more time together, and things suddenly looked much better.

Eva waved Santi over, then turned her body, lifting herself on all fours for him to enjoy. I have always considered this a very attractive position for any woman because, pretty or not, it puts her in a position where she is is always attractive to any male. The fat lips of her pussy are presented as the gateway for penetration in a way that was part of the DNA for every hetro male mammal alive. Eva's nether lips were slightly open and visibly wet from his son's efforts, making them more inviting. She was placed so I would see Santi's cock enter her.

Do you know how a father holds the hand of a 7-year old daughter? It is a touch that is innocent, secure, loving and trusting.

As Santi came up to Eva, that is how his hands sought contact with her body. There was nothing commanding or selfish or possessive about it. His hands, and her reaction, were all about innocent love and trust, like she was a child of 7 again, even as her wet and open slut pussy eagerly greeted his cock as it lined up to enter into her.

Eva reached back and used her fingers to insure that the pathway into her body was clear, she held her lips open while showing a real sincere and tender desire for him to join with her. "Come on in Daddy, I have been waiting to mate with you."

Julio had opened Eva. Now Santi slid in where his son had been and in moments they connected in the manner of animals rutting.

Eva moaned as Santi's cock entered her body. "Yes Daddy, slide that wonderful Daddy cock into your little girl. Stake your claim to your slut daughter."

Santi groaned as he lifted himself and pushed into Eva all the way.

But they could not stay as they were. He did not line up well for either of them. He was short, while the bed was at the right height for me and my longer legs to have my wife like that. But not Santi, so Eva had to lower her bottom. That didn't work. Eva crawled forward while Santi got on the bed and got on his knees but that did not work either, now he was up too high.

I passed Eva a stiff bolster-pillow which she put under knees and they tried again. Santi penetrated her for a third time, and finally the heights worked for both of them. Within two strokes Eva made happy noises, almost childish sounds, like a happy child on a swing.

Santi turned to me. "Do you like witnessing your wife's infidelity in your own bed?" To him the words attacked both my self-respect and my woman's perception of me. But the shot was way off target for both.

I answered. "You know, I have seen Eva fucked many times since I met her." Then I put the slightest bit of menace in my voice and spoke softly. "As long as the slut wants it, and enjoys it, I don't mind a teaser doing warmup for me."

Santi knew that when mares are bred, a teaser might be employed to warm up the stallion for coupling. He did not expect my strong response, but he was hardly in a position to complain. Trying to shake it off he turned to Julio and asked him to adjust the closet door mirror so he could see Eva profile in the mirror as he fucked her. Her tits were hanging free, they began to sway as Santi started to stroke in-and-out.

While the action was very adult, Santi's touch along with Eva's sounds again struck me as child-like, suggestive of a father playing with a 7-year old daughter on a swing or teeter-totter. Innocent and playful in nature. I believe Santi was feeling the same, as his smile grew more paternal than lusty, he could not help it.

Eva called Santi her "Father" on occasion at work, or in social settings. Once somebody from HR objected, but then Santi explained the facts of life to them. Here she was naked and uninhibited so she felt free to call him "Daddy." She loved that she had the chance to say it out loud, with volume. Sounding much like a child on a swing she said, "Oh Daddy fuck me good," and "Oh Daddy, put your big cock to your little slut daughter," and "Oh Daddy, make me your baby slut on your big cock."

(Dee sometimes called me "Daddy." But when she did it there was nothing childlike or innocent about the word. When she used "Daddy" it was the male equivalent of "male slut," or "sugar daddy," that was very clear.)

Hearing Eva's words had different effects on us. Santi loved it profoundly, in his heart he had felt like he was Eva's father for almost a year when he was younger, a year when she was a delight, plus each night it was a pleasure to bed her eager mother Tina. Having their little home was the happiest he had ever been. It was some time after that before he married his hard-hearted Marie-Anne. This moment merged his best joyful feelings for the mother and the daughter to form the strongest human association he knew. It did his heart and his erection some good to hear her talk that way.

Julio was not so happy with Eva's word choice. While he had no problem having sex with his various female relatives, both cousins and aunts, the idea of incest with his mother or sister (both of whom were more anti-sexual in nature) bothered him as taboo. That was one of the family values his mother and father shared. So he was doubly troubled at Eva's self-designation as Santi's daughter and as a "slut." Julio worshiped Eva and wanted her too much for him to accept those taboo feelings. Maybe, once the boy experienced a release in her pussy while she was sloppy, when he knew his father's spent cum was dripping from his own balls, Julio would loosen up and change his view.

After a time, while glancing at Julio, Eva was tempted to do something more. She adopted this wicked "naughty girl" smile as she called Julio over so she could take his cock, still flavored with her pussy, into her mouth as his father fucked her. For this she had him lay across the top of the bed, where the pillows were. There she licked and sucked him like his wet cock was a popsicle on a warm day. We all commented on the sight, how good she looked giving pleasure to both father and son.

I said she was wonderful as a "family entertainment center."

She liked that, it got a belly laugh, and the other two had to smile at it. In response to our encouraging comments she started to lick and suck Julio's balls, burying her face between his legs, making a real sloppy job of it. Santi and I groaned at how lewd it looked. Julio was silent, he looked strained, like he was asking for strength from above.

"Are you going to give me what you have in here?" Eva asked as she licked Julio's balls. "I bet they are full, with lots of stuff to feed my hungry pussy. Will you hold on and feed my kitty your creme?"

"Oh yes Eva, you are such a wom... a slut. I cannot believe my fortune to be here. Use me as you wish."

"Now that is what this slut of a 'family entertainment center' likes to hear."

It was nice, but after a bit Eva needed the air, and Julio was again flirting with an early climax, so he returned to his seat.

Santi kept up a steady pace for at least 15 minutes, it was really too slow to be called fucking, more a shared long mutual pleasuring session. At work that was as long as they could take from start to finish, he really had to move faster so they could not spare more time. But tonight he had the luxury of plenty of time. Eva was telling him what a "good fucking Daddy" he was and how good it made her feel to be like this with "all of us." They were both enjoying an easy pace that would extend the pleasure for both of them.

In fact, Eva seemed even more delighted at the pace then Santi was. They were not fucking for lust or release, they were revisiting an tender emotional bond, using the sexual pleasure as sort of play-while-connected. Eva was like a child on a swing set. Santi was not fucking her hard but the motion was very good for her and her body, so she reacted to it. She stretched like a happy kitten in the sun, she almost purred for him. A few times his hand petted her back, and when she made kitten noises his fingers scratched her hair and ears. It was clear that she was sexually excited and pleasured, but her state was much different than the lustful state Julio had put her into.

Eva teased him with words. She knew his balls so she asked, in a little girl voice, if he had pleasured himself recently? Perhaps 24 to 36 hours ago? "You are really going to keep this up, aren't you Daddy? I bet you did a bad thing to yourself yesterday so you lasted longer. Maybe a little blue pill also."

"Well, I did not dare to spoil my appetite for your wonderful dinner, did I?" he asked. "You called this dessert, and after a special dessert some men might jog a bit after. Let us say I did some jogging in anticipation before instead of after. All the better for my darling... Yes?"

"Oh yes... I have such a yummy gooooood Daddy."

We all had a good laugh at the exchange, he really was a charming man.

Finally, at about the 20 minute point, Santi suggested that Julio take over for a bit. That way he would last longer and the boy would stay hard, plus he knew "the woman, I heard she likes some variety... on occasion."

Well, Julio was like a spring-loaded toy as he popped up from his seat. When he remembered his manners he turned to me and asked my permission, which I granted with pleasure, and then asked Eve's permission.

Eva was pleased Santi suggested the switch. Not that she had any concerns about Santi, but she did like the variety named Julio. "Come on in young man," she said, granting her permission and encouragement, "want to fuck the slut like Daddy does?"

It seems he did. He got into position in a hurry.

When Santi stepped out Eva stepped back, so her feet hung off the edge of the bed. This made her a good fit for Julio - who was around my height - to stand on the floor. He slipped into her from behind, pushing his cock into her hot sexual core. Immediately he began to vary his strokes, to find what worked best. I could see the pattern, it was a learned sequence, probably Bella's doing. Eva quivered with arousal at each stroke. Part of it was that she wanted some roughness out of him this time. Also, she was looking in the mirror, her eyes focused on Julio's handsome face as his cock stroked in and out of her body. They settled on a move where he used his feet to adjust his apparent height and the entry angle during the instroke; it was very athletic. Eva made some very happy noises the first time he did it because he hit her in some good spots.

Santi watched them for about 30 seconds, smiling as they got into it. Then he stepped out of the room. He said he was going to get a pitcher of cold water and some glasses.

Seeing one and then the other I could not help but notice how different they were in holding her. Where Santi treated Eva like a father holds a child, Julio's grip on Eva was more like a child taking hold of a delicate treat with giddy enthusiasm. Despite his polish he was not as mature as he seemed, he could not hide the eagerness that was part of his desire to have Eva.

She liked them both, in part because she liked pure variety. To the slut in her, both ways of holding her showed their raw desire, and she liked that.

With Santi out of the room Eva shot me a glance with here eyebrows cocked just so. I nodded, then said to Julio, "Eva was curious about something... for later. You should know that I am in full agreement with all her desires... including the very slutty ones."

Eva took over without breaking their movement. "If you are interested, I... that is we... would like you to consider staying the night here... for more play. I am guessing your father will leave when he is done, but you might... go again... and again? We could all have fun... maybe do some things that require two men... and a very welcoming slut. Things good girls don't do." Julio slid a finger over her rosebud. "Oh yes, you have the idea. You don't have to decide now, just give it some... oh yes rightthere thatissooo goooood!... Give it some thought... dirty thoughts."

Julio picked up the pace while keeping the movement smooth. Eva responded by starting to move back into him, making it even better.

Just before Santi returned they changed, going from "fast pounding doggie" to something else that was more pure fucking desire. Julio pulled Eva's shoulders back and her torso came up until her back was against Julio's chest. His arms snaked around her, one hand on her breast pulling and twisting a nipple like I sometimes do when we were outside, the other hand going down, cupping her pussy with two fingers stroking both sides next to Eva's clit. His head leaned forward and to one side, where he could nibble her ear and then put a love bite on her neck. They were both limber, and switch took them from the primal lust of fucking to the passionate embrace of lovers. I bet he was inspired by a sculpture in a private erotic collection someplace in Europe. He had to stop his stroking and just hold the end of his cock inside her. Still, the strength of the move and his passionate desire for her body came through.

She looked at me with a sparkle in her eyes as he marked her body with the love bite. She often came back to me from Qiao with such marks as greetings and reminders.

I thought they looked really hot together. It was good enough that I would have taken a picture if I could. The age difference was clear and added to the effect as their vivid desire overshadowed it.

"Oh Julio, such a masterful embrace! Such power and grace in your movement! I can feel your desire as you handle my body! Hold me tight."

Julio felt something new. "Your pussy, I can feel... what are you doing? Such a woman, your husband must be so happy with you."

The new position was good for both of them, and it looked sexy as hell when Santi walked in on it. It stopped him in his tracks, like he had walked in on something private.

But they could not hold it. Balanced on the edge of the mattress her muscles were strained, and such a short length of his cock, maybe one-third, was inside her body, so movement was not happening; the risk of slipping out was too great. After a few moments Julio whispered in her ear - Italian I believe, it sounded sexy - and then let her down. When she settled back into position Eva stretched out like a cat while pushing back with a big smile on her face. Julio followed the move by holding her hips tight and pressing himself in deep, then holding there. They were not coming, but they were close, practicing a little.
It was enough that Santi saw them in that pose and the transition after, it was a way his boy could pleasure this woman that he could not match.

Without another word they disconnected. Eva naturally slid onto the bed and then she turned over. Julio followed her down, so they embraced each other in the missionary position, with him holding his upper body up above her so he could watch her face as his cock fucked her. Once he slipped it in he varied his stroke extensively to find what worked for her, and settled on a long stroke with a sideways movement that got Eva wound up pretty good. She started lifting her hips, chasing the pleasurable contact, stretching it out. As they speeded up she was slam-fucking him back. They both melded into a very lusty, physical fuck. It reminded me of the orgies she liked so much prior to our marriage, scenes where she was the star attraction every guy worked hard to please, exhausting themselves one after another for her delight, then filling her pussy while others watched.

Of course, after they filled her with all they could the guys were discarded like a used tissue.

Santi set the tray with the ice water and glasses on the end table by my chair. When he took a moment to sit on the arm of my chair I assumed he had something he wanted to say just to me.

He looked down, sighed, then said, quietly, "I believed that my cock was bigger than yours and of course the boy's. But I was twice mistaken. It seems I am to be her 'vienna sausage' tonight. The boy has me in length and I see how you have us both in girth, and perhaps in length. I fear I have made a fool of myself."

"No fool, you are a man who wanted something and went for it. I can admire that.

Plus, Eva seems very pleased."

"Still, I thought a larger cock might impress her."

I replied, "The boy may have me in terms of length also, I could see it when she held you both. You and I are close to the same length... but these things do not matter to her. She used to hate doing guys with big cocks because of the attitude they always brought. Plus they were careless and could hurt. None of them cared for her like you do. A man's size is not what she cares about my friend... with you it is plain, she cares about your heart. When you are together I can see plain enough how she feels about you, next to those feelings these petty physical details do not matter. Besides, who did you hear such things from?" I asked.

"Bella! She confided in me shortly before she left. There may have been some other women also. It seems every woman in town knows you and your bedroom skills."

"The last time I was with Bella was more than a dozen years ago, before I left on my sabbatical to find a wife. I don't see how she could make an accurate assessment. Your cock was bigger than Julio's then too!"

"You don't need to remind me," he said in a dry, Peter Lorre voice.

"As for any other woman, again that was long ago. It is a small town and I have lived here all but my PhD years and my sabbatical. When I was first here as faculty it seemed I had dated everybody in town or their friend, to the point where I depleted the pond of potential wives and was asking out women I had dated in high school. That was why I had to leave to find a Eva."

"I must say you had a very good plan there. She is quite wonderful... and the other women you keep? My goodness, any one of them would make any man fortunate. Yes, I know... your Father's advice was excellent. I fear I have not done as well."

"I was fortunate, and in Dee's case a potential ill fortune turned golden. But for both of us, our lives were set on a course by our families," I said. "It is hard to change that heading."

He thought a moment before he answered. "Well, tonight we are with the woman who we have each called 'family' for a time. We are both fortunate for that."

We clinked glasses, but kept our voices low. "To Eva, who has crossed and improved both our lives, and who loves us both," I said.

"Yes, to Eva."

Santi continued in a whisper. "You mentioned depleting the pond... have you... fished since your marriage?"

"Very little, you know the exceptions, but Eva is enough. Eva was also seduced, and now enjoys Chinese. I almost married the Chinese woman, she wanted my children - it is a longer story. Plus her sister, that was always a package deal..."

"It looks like quite a package," Santi said, "Money, beauty, more money, brains, all you could ask for."

"...Ying was a virgin so I am the only man she has known. Qiao is really married to her job. Of course Dee is delightful. As far as others there were some, swaps, adult party games and such, all one-time things after Qiao's last child. Eva has enjoyed more play, but even that has been infrequent... special occasions and such. With you she has the added variety she needs, plus she feeds her heart. You must know that."

"I do, and I appreciate the indulgence."

Eva and Julio were really hammering away on the bed, with Eva's hips slamming up to meet his. That could not last long.

Eva moaned loudly, "Oh yes Julio... that is perfect for me... you feel sooooo good... Just a little more, a few more strokes...."

We could see how Julio was straining, and it was not just from trying to hold his cum. I gather that what Eva wanted, bending and straining his cock internally, was a little outside Julio's comfort zone but worked for her. He wanted to please her. With her urging he went into a "finish-her" kick knowing that his own finish would wait.

"... oh yes, that is it... right there rightthere RIGHT... OOOHHHHH YESSSS IIIIMMM CUMMMMMING!" She screamed as she slammed her hips against Julio and held him. Her legs gripped him and kept his cock deep inside her, giving her something to work out on. Her head thrashed from side to side as she spent herself in climax on his cock.

His face looked like she was squeezing and bending his cock inside her, it was a special trick she had which I knew, it felt wonderful and terrible at the same time. It stopped his climax dead. Still, I had to admire that he did not pull out. He stayed with her until she was done. Then, as soon as she gave him leave, he left. The surprise was when he immediately dove tongue-first into her juicy crotch, lapping up her pussy juices while cooling and gentling her blistering hot snatch.

Santi started to get up from the chair. The show had put the tension back into his cock and his movements were anxious.

"Are you up for more right away?" I asked him. "I would be glad to step in if you need..."

He considered it. "You are kind... I think. But I feel that if I strike while the iron is hot it will be better. I may not be 100% at this moment... But I have no worry, I will be there shortly. Then, perhaps, fortune will smile on me and my precious darling daughter."

Julio withdrew as Santi approached the bed. Eva was childlike in showing her eagerness for him. "Oh please Daddy, fuck me. I want you inside. I want to be filled with lots of my Daddy's yummy cum." She got back into the position that fit him, all-fours kneeling on the bolster.

Santi slipped right in. "Oh Darling, you feel so good. You are a true comfort to this old man." He started to move, fast and hard, moving so he could be the first to fill her tonight, like that would make a difference. As he did I could see his posture and even his color changed for the better. He was inspired by his son and fucking Eva invigorated him. Good for him, and good for my Eva.

It took me a minutes, but then I figured out Santi's enthusiasm. Eva had already come with Julio, and he knew she was a repeater, so in Santi's mind she was close to coming again with his cock. He thought their simultaneous finish would be his triumph, his victory.

They both got wound up quickly, he was not doing the 'sustain' pace but was working up to his own climax with her pussy lips. As he was getting near he called for a change. Eva dropped her belly to the bolster, settled on it like a regular pillow under her. That worked well for them both. Santi got into position and she wiggled with joy as she again guided his cock into her body from behind. His body settled on top of her's, making contact from their knees to his chest. He was really covering her.

Santi never did this position with Eva or Bella (who was always face-to-face), but he remembered it fondly from a quarter-century ago when Eva's slut mother taught him so many good things. It was their favorite way to finish back then, in part because it negated his short height and favored his strong chest. Like then, he slid his arms around her body and held her tight to his chest. Inspired, he got a little animal-like and started to use his teeth on her neck. That wound Eva up good. I guess the daughter had the same good spots as her mother, because Eva reacted with a combination of a giggle and a passionate moan that kept going. They began moving together, both contributing energy to the fucking.

I could not see the penetration well, but the position struck me as more intimate, as well as more arousing to watch. I could tell Julio had a strong reaction to his father, only now he found himself thinking of his mother. It was understandable, Santi was betraying the woman who gave Julio life. The boy could not ignore that.

If I was in a humorous mood I would say that it looked like Santi was doing a form of obscene pushups with just his bottom going up and down. Well, some sex is really not suited for watching. Besides which, Eva was very happy with those pushups.

"Trevor," Santi called to me in a challenging tone, "Are you ready to see your woman be pleasured and filled in you own bed?" He spoke like his victory was at hand, like her climax was going to be more than it had been with Julio. Well, maybe it would be, the position brought a lot of positives.

I turned it around on him and challenged him. "Go ahead, fuck the slut good and get her off the best you can, then fill her, that is what she wants. Take all the time you need. Just be sure that she enjoys it more than you, if you can."

He frowned a bit, I had turned it around and laid challenges down. Suddenly he had doubts about making her happy and filling her. With the cloud of doubt on his mind he asked himself, had he screwed himself by masturbating yesterday morning, trying to take the edge off?

Eva ignored the discussion, it was foolish male games and she was really into the fucking. Meanwhile Julio watched closely, he was still a bit wide-eyed at being involved with this beautiful, sexy woman he had admired for so long. Now his father's body on top of her was an obvious contrast, obscene in so many ways. Objectively, his father looked like he did not deserve to be on top of this sexual beauty, sweating all over her, and he had to be crushing her with his weight. It was his mother who was being robbed. Plus, seeing his father's fat ass going like this was not really to Julio's taste.

Still, Eva was clearly happy. Julio figured to put things right when it was his turn to cum. From the looks of things that would not be long. Then he would put his cock in her, make them both feel good, and get the warmed slut off yet again, so soon after Santi. Plus, he had to be thinking about later tonight, of having her alone without any old guys.

I had to wonder, had the boy ever had a woman who was sloppy before? It was a different feeling, was he ready for it?

Santi was making an effort to stretch the end, to make it good for Eva and as joyful as possible for himself. His pace had picked up to a level where I would have worried for his heart, if I did not already know how his ticker was in great shape.

It would do somebody else a world of good in the not-to-distant future.

Eva loved it as he moved at her faster pace, it was good to feel him so close, so connected, that didn't happen at work. "Mmmmm Daddy, this fuck-with-cuddle feels so fucking good. Keep going Daddy, I am getting the good tingles." She looked at me. "Honey, he is doing me so good... Daddy-style, like he used to satisfy mommy... she used to scream so happy when he did her like this. Daddy is going to make me cum. I love you for this, thank you..."

Santi was again confused by what he saw as a culture clash. He was the one fucking her like he was building himself a heart attack, yet she thanked me, and loved me? He kept the pace but he had to ask Eva. "Do you like being a slut for Trevor?"

"Ohhhhh Dadddyyyy, you have no idea. It is wonderful, the best of both worlds, just like he promised me long ago. Tonight is this slut's dream come true. He promised, and he delivered, what could be sexier and more loving? Two of my favorite men both watching me cum. Making me cum. Doing you like this in our bed... while he watches... Julio on deck is trying so hard to keep his hands off his cock... so he can give it to me... this is so much better than ANYTHING I have ever had. And anything I ever dreamed I would have."

That was not quite what he wanted to hear, even as it seemed to say good things about him. So Santi stopped talking, put it out of his mind and concentrated on his cock. He was close and didn't let up. On the contrary, he picked up the pace and strength of his pounding, she was wet enough to inspire some pretty rough behavior as he accommodated her.

Julio was sitting on the other side, more towards Eva's head, so he got a good visual of her body. Her look at him, I could see reflected in the mirror, was open desire. It said "you are next, get ready to stick it in the mess." He was primed to finish in her this third time, and it would be soon. His cock actually rose further as he watched my slut being fucked by his father, while she drooled over him cumming into her next.

Santi and Eva were very close as they approached climax. She wanted him to hold out for her. "Daddy I'm so close... please Daddy, a little longer!"

I could see Santi was starting to strain, he was close the point-of-no-return, but he could not disappoint Eva. His hands around her body were much different than what they were before, now they held her tight, selfish, keeping control of the pace for both of them as he fought to hold back his climax. I saw him do little cheats, he refused to look at the mirror, where she looked hotter than any porn video. He bit his cheek inside. His lips moved, I saw him mouth numbers in Spanish, like he was reading some list of accounts at work.

When Eva was ready she forced the issue. She pushed her butt up, held herself against him, and gave her pussy one hell of a squeeze. "Now Daddy... Cum in your favorite baby slut... Fill me... YESSSSSSSS!"

As she spoke he pushed tight against her and released his jets of cum inside her, filling her pussy. He answered her, his voice filled with loving concern. "Take it baby... take my cum... I love you so... precious... taking my cum!"

It looked like he held himself tight inside for the first two jets, then began stroking again on the third. When his shaft slid out on the stroke it was covered in his cum. I guess he brought along enough for her.

"Oh yes Daddy! That was your biggest cum in me ever! You fill me so well!"

Eva timed the end of Santi's release perfectly. He fired his last shot and he deflated instantly. Eva gave him a few moments, then got what she wanted. She freed herself by dumping him off, turned, cradled his head like a lover and gave him a very passionate kiss.

At the same time, without Santi seeing, she summoned Julio with a lewd motion

For a moment Santi was a very happy man.

Julio was anxious, and surprisingly he was not deterred by the state of her cum-filled pussy. He stepped up to the side of the bed, his cock hard and eager. Eva positively glowed as she threw him a glance, she did not want to wait. She released Santi, returned to all fours, and backed her pussy until it was impaled on Julio's cock. His hands guided her as she spiked herself on his prong. She kept backing up until her bottom pressed against his belly. "Do me Jul-nior-oh, fuck this messy slut like Daddy did." When Julio thrust his cock in like a piston in a cylinder Santi's cum flowed out of Eva, squirting and dripping onto his belly and his balls.

This time Julio showed no reaction to the word "slut" but got right to it, taking possession of her body like he was entitled. He was taller and more limber, so he reached forward and started to twist and pull her nipples while his body hammered against her. I guessed he had seen me do the same to Eva at the pond.

Just a few moments later Eva said, "I want something else... more of you... get on the bed... on your back."

Julio's movement was quick and smooth, it was like he flowed into position. A moment later Eva impaled herself cowgirl-style on his cock, making more of a mess. He pulled her tits and her body tilted forward, with her arms straight out until she was supporting herself with her hands on his shoulders. This allows Eva to move more energetically, and that is what she did.

Eva was really energized. "Do you like this? Being inside a very dirty slut as I fucking ride you? I like this. I like your cock in me. I like us face-to-pretty-face. I'm so glad Daddy brought you to my kitty... my happy kitty." Still supporting her shoulders on her arms she brought her head down for a passionate kiss that somehow made the whole thing look a little alien, and a little like a spider devouring its mate.

Santi had worked his way off the bed and was sitting on the chaise lounge, looking like his strength had fled. He was watching with some amazement at how quickly and easily his Eva shifted forms, moving from one lover to another, capturing some of the personality of each in her movements. She seemed energized while he was deflated, and he wondered if she stole his energy somehow. He had never shared a woman with another man; in his limited recent experience women were always the same in demeanor. Well, in twenty years there were only two, his wife and Bella. Even now his sex with Eva was in the office where she could not let go and show her personality.

But here in her own bedroom Eva was free to exercise her sexual desires that far exceeded his. She was almost unrecognizable to him as she moved from father-daughter low intensity - strong emotion fucking - to this she-demon who took control from the youth and was entirely focused on her cunt fucking a cock, any cock, that came to her bed.

Julio's face also echoed his Father's confusion, Eva's switch to hunger for his body was a little bit like a dream and a little like a nightmare. Given their earlier conversation, he also might have been concerned about another switch, into a 69.

Unlike Santi, Julio had been without sexual release for the past few days, so he had a short trigger. He really had done a great job holding back, but no more. He decided to share that. "I won't last long if you keep this up. I don't mind, but you should know."

Without any change to the way her hips were moving, Eva again lowered her face so their noses were almost touching. There she whispered something that seemed to shock, and please, Julio. Then before he could say anything, she took him in another very passionate kiss. It was even stronger than before, she was clearly in control while he was passive. It was pretty clear to me that her tongue was the one moving in his mouth, rather than the opposite which I'm sure was what Julio was used to. She held him there, locked in the kiss, as his movements got frantic. She was doing him inside as well as outside. We saw his hips change their movement as he suddenly slammed in to her several times. Just like that she had taken his climax from him.

She kept her kiss going plus she smiled when his hips moved in a way that meant he finally started to spend himself inside her. I knew it felt pretty good as he convulsed in her body while her internal muscles worked him.
It seemed a moment before he was finished when she broke the kiss, sat straight up, and threw her arms over her head as the muscles in her entire body clenched. Even her pussy stopped pulsing as it clamped onto his cock like a vise. We all saw clearly as she moved to, and took her release on her own. The shock of it flattened Julio.

It was something I had seen before. Qiao taught Eva these one-second storm-cums she sometimes gave herself. Qiao could summon them with the proper stimulation when in a heightened state of arousal, it was a family secret that allowed her poor adoptive mother to capture a very rich husband when she was a young, inexperienced student. (During a sudden rainstorm on a summer afternoon, one chance was all she had to take the rich man's heart via his cock. It was all she needed to change the life of herself, her adopted daughters, and my two half-Chinese children.) These cums were sudden, very strong, and were over in an instant. Eva went limp and collapsed on Julio, just barely awake and looking very, very happy.

Santi and Julio had never seen the like.

They knew I was up next and could see I was ready. But Eva needed a moment. My staying calm where I was while she rested was a wordless signal that they should relax.

Of course, Julio was feeling especially good, Eva told him something, he had just climaxed, then just as he was finished his cock felt this most wonderful thing, and now he had Eva's delicious body resting on him like a warm sexy blanket. Plus, he was invited to stay the night. What could be bad?

-

It took about 5 minutes for Eva to recover. She finally gave Julio a gentle kiss, rolled off of him, looked at me and kind of giggled as she said, "Next," while pointing lewdly at her crotch.

Julio could have used another 5 minutes of rest, but one look at Eva and he quickly dragged his ass off the bed, making way for me. Eva put herself in the missionary position, with arms and legs spread wide. My cock was still rock hard, unlike the other two I had not gone down during the rest period. I knew what I was in for.

From the start, as my body and Eva's slid together, father and son could see it was different. For them, she was a slut so her pussy greeted their cocks eagerly. In contrast, when I mounted her it was her whole body that greeted me. Her every fiber welcomed me to a mutual embrace. We almost seemed to merge together physically into one body. It was like we were each part of each other. In our own bed Santi could see it instantly, there was no doubt. It tilted his world-view on an axis. Julio had never seen the like, so he was just amazed.

Sliding into her cum-filled pussy brought back memories of the very first time I had slid my cock into her. She asked me to meet her at a party without telling me it was an orgy and she was a featured fuck - it was good manners for everybody to enjoy her. She had been filled by half a dozen guys by the time I got there. At the time she did not know my true identity (I was undercover), or that I was looking for a slut to be my wife. She just figured it was the best time of her life, she found me attractive, and she did not want to ease into the "getting to know you" thing only to have me run away when I found out. Instead she moved me to the head of the line where two dozen people watched me stick my cock into her very messy parts and make us both happy, including her sound effects. I had her twice more that night, along with watching her give it up to most of the others at the party. After that I moved to the first page of her "list" of regular fuck partners she called on to cum in her regularly. I kept moving up the list. I was alone in the top spot when I blew her mind with some radical ideas about marriage to a slut, and how it could work for both of us.

Before that Eva was sure her life would be like her mother's, a downward spiral economically and sexually, auguring downward starting in her late twenties. But I was looking for a slut, and she had feelings for me, so I showed her a different path that rested on planning, trust and communication. She bore our children and proved herself worthy. I had given her this chance which, once again, proved that I kept my promises to allow her nature to come out a play naked. So thanks to Santi, she loved me even more today than yesterday.

It was the exact opposite of what Santi planned or wanted.

-

Unlike that first orgy party, our audience felt the natural need to grant us a degree of privacy as a couple while they watched our lovemaking. But they did not leave. Santi told himself he had to stay and play this out, he had counted on this as his chance for happiness, and he had learned that, in life and in business, it sometimes wasn't over until it was over. So he steeled his heart, stood his ground, and watched the woman he desired give herself to me, body and soul.

Julio was spellbound. He saw the difference as we moved together, but since we had both extended the sincere invitation for him to stay, a man of his age was loath to pass up the chance at Eva's body, even if she did love me instead of him. I mean, our love was what he expected, so it wasn't surprising. On the other hand, that thing her pussy muscles did to his cock? He wanted more of that. Lots more.

As I slid on to Eva I gave her the deep, tickle-her-tonsils open-mouth kiss she loves so much. It replaced the energy she depleted in her climax and gave her much, much more. We continued the motion of joining together, she arched below me and we executed our no-hands "docking maneuver." I slid further up her, she canted her hips just so, I slid into her cum-filled sex and she locked her legs against my hips. Just like that we were joined, one body, without regard for Julio's sweat on her body, or the deposits of cum she held inside. Well, it was not the first time I had slipped into her while sloppy. I married a slut, so to us it was just a bit of added lubrication splashing out on the sheets.

When our bodies kissed at full penetration I gave my hips a little shift so the length of my cock touched the best places, both inside and along her valley, tripping a last few pleasure buttons. Her pussy automatically contracted, squeezing me so tight, and she got a little, lovingly, out-of-control. Her body shivered and she moaned in our kiss.

Once again, all was well with us. Our foreplay - I had seen her giving her body to others for about an hour - was over. Now she gave her soul. I was hers and she was mine.

We started to move. Our lovemaking was like building a physical wave. Building the wave into a storm did not take long, we were both ready, conditions were right. It just needed the spark. Focusing on each other we forgot about the other two in the room as we knit lightning and thunder into the climax that shook the bed, completed us and stunned our watchers. It was something my father did not know when he advised me to find a slut; the fact is that sluts really know how to fuck, and paradoxically they know how to craft the best fucking into the finest making love.

When the storm was over I heard Julio testify spontaneously. "That was not fucking, that was making love at the highest levels. I was a fool to think I am worthy of a woman like that. It was a privilege to watch, and now I am ashamed that I presumed..."

Eva could not let him go on. "Julio, stop that. You were a real pleasure. We both hope that you find love some day, and in the meantime, we meant what we said earlier. You are a young, handsome guy... it really was fun."

As we finished Santi began getting dressed, and in a great hurry. He knew stealing Eva was not a option tonight, that the opportunity was lost to him; he could not compete with such love. When he was dressed he said loudly that he would wait in the car for Julio to dress. But before Julio could answer Santi stopped at our bedroom doorway and used his courtroom voice, from his first few years out of law school. He had been very effective in court, so good it caused friction with his fellows. Now he demanded our attention as he spoke to me.

"My friend, I must confess that I have called you 'cuckold' but I see now this is not true. You are MATADOR! You have played with this old bull, showing me what I sought but could never have, keeping your sword out of my sight until the last moment. Then when I was spent and could no longer hope to triumph, you slid the sword in smoothly, granting me a better end than my wicked heart deserved. You were merciful, quick and painless after giving me all I could ask for. This bull is ended, I will not recover. But as a man I must salute you. Salud!"

He made an Italian salute, then deflated like a balloon. "I can show myself out."

-

We were too stunned to speak until we heard Santi close the front door. Then Eva asked Julio and me, "What was that all about?"

Julio had no idea, he looked completely lost.

I was limited in my answer. "You really have to talk to him, alone, about it. There are things I know but they are not mine to speak, so please don't ask. Julio, that applies to you also, you need to have a serious talk with your father, and soon. All I can say is that you should use that phrase, 'serious talk' when you do. Allow plenty of time for tears. Okay?"

"Should I go to him now?" Julio asked, suddenly distressed at my mention of tears.

"Well that is up to you. If you want to leave we will understand. But you know your father, it will not change things, and he will not talk of anything important tonight in his present state-of-mind. He will rant, it will not make sense. Eva was sincere about playing some more, and you staying the night so she can suck your juices out. Do you know what a DP is?" He nodded, wide-eyed with wonder. "Well you know... I just can't do it alone." His smile lit up.

"I am not up to it at this minute..." he said.

Eva jumped in. "Neither are we. I thought some warm homemade apple pie might be a good idea. If you are staying, maybe put your pants on and tell your Father?"

So that was the plan. Julio put on pants and shoes, then went out to tell his father he had been invited to spend the night. When he came back in he said his father just sighed, gave him this little smile and said that, at Julio's age, if he was so blessed he would stay also. Santi said he would be fine at home, promised not to drink too much, and would see him in the morning.

Eva and I had slipped on gym shorts and slippers. Eva had a fresh baked apple pie, it had come out of the oven when she was scooping up the after-dinner sorbet and had been cooling on the counter ever since. By now the temperature was perfect for the premium vanilla ice cream that went so well with it. Eva mentioned that it was also great for breakfast.

Over the pie Julio wanted to talk about the "daughter" and "slut" things. He knew there were overnights with Tina and Santi, he was under the impression that they dated only a few weekends over a short period.

"No," Eva said. "My mother was lucky, Santi picked up Tina her first night in town, before she could get a reputation as a slut. He stayed with us that night and every night for the next ten months. He kept his own place, but that was just for appearances, for his job. We left to keep him out of trouble, Mom had warrants that were going to catch up with her, and Santi could not be involved when that happened. We went to Canada. She cried for a month about losing 'the best man she ever found' who was so much better than she deserved. But her past sins were too great for her to stay."

I added, "Santi always knew he could not marry Tina. Like his father and grandfather who built the house you are living in, the family always told him his name was theirs to use in an arranged marriage, he owed it to the family that gave him his life. If Tina had been free to stay with him, and if she agreed, Santi would have included her as his mistress in the marriage contract. Eva would have been a true step-sister. Such provisions are common enough."

Julio said, "Yes, I know this saying about my name. The princes of old were told the same. But with my father's help I have defied my mother and rejected some arrangements she made. My most recent rejection was this summer, negotiations were well along when I sent my firm regrets. Santi and my sister do not yet know but my mother was furious and has disowned me. The family has not taken a final step, they still hope I will come around. They do not see a need to rush as my mother does, since I am still young. But I have made my decision, I will marry who I chose, for love, and am likely to stay in America."

For the "slut" thing, I told him my father's 2 bits of advice, which also included getting a job as tenured faculty - a path Julio was considering. Eva gave him the "downward spiral" story of woe that was her mother's slut life. Eva said she was on the same path at the insurance company, she knew her job would be gone at the next economic downturn (which came must sooner than expected) and then her sex life would take the same dismal turn. She had almost given up hope when I appeared. I explained how we might help each other to a brighter future. Together we came up with a plan that works. I said she had been my slut exclusively during our family building years, as she wanted her children to know their father's name; that was something she did not have, but was determined to give her children. That meant marriage to a man who would be a good father. With that decided our other arrangements fell into place.

By then we were done with our apple pie, so it was time to return to the bedroom.

We should have changed the sheets and waited for the DP, but Eva was in a mood. She got a little crazy as we both fucked her together. Julio wore a rubber so he could start in back while I was in front. When we were around halfway through it, Eva asked us to swap holes "so she could give some sugar to that sweet young face until we both got off."

-

When we were done there were shared showers, where she washed each of us while the other watched, then we turned in. Julio slept in the master bedroom while I slept in the next room. Eva enjoyed sex with both of us, moving between the rooms when she felt the urge, usually dripping along the way. We both heard the other eat creampies. It thrilled her to be strutting around in the dark from bed to bed in her own home.

I may get her to tell that story, since she experienced the excitement in both bedrooms.

In the morning the apple pie was room temperature so we had it with fresh homemade whipped cream instead of ice cream. These distinctions are important. After the apple pie we shared the extra whipped cream (it does not keep) by licking it from the best parts of Eva's body.

-

After his final comment Sunday night Santi could not believe it when Eva showed up Tuesday in her "under the desk BJ" outfit. She explained it plainly enough. "Don't be silly. I have not fallen out of love with my Daddy just because we all had a good time Sunday night."

When they were done and Eva was licking some of his goodness from her lips, she said she liked Sunday night enough that perhaps more "expanded sessions" could be arranged. She made no mention of his little "matador" speech.

After a few moments of thought Santi realized there was no arguing with her statement, it was clearly true. After work they had a long, serious talk where he explained his plan to take her from me with his sexual prowess. She said she loved him, and loved having sex with him, because she was a slut. But sexual prowess, however that was defined, played no part in her love. Besides, she was a mother, and her children would always come first.

Santi realized that was his blind spot, the part he could not see because his wife NEVER put her children, or her husband, first. She was the only one she cared about.

*

Part two contains more information explaining how Trevor is not a cuckold.

(Author's note: at some future date I might publish Part 1.5 dealing with the rest of the night from Eva's POV. However, for now I expect to submit Part 2 very soon.)