<hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Andrea “Andi” Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Peeping Tom. <strong>Tags:</strong>The Wife.</em></span></span><br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://www.battlestargalacticamuseum.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/12/katee-sackhoff-and-tricia-helfer-acting-outlaws-2015-calendar-regular-3.jpg)</div><br/>There were times that I took hours to make Sera orgasm. That I held her on the edge until she was weeping for it. I loved seeing that look in my wife’s eyes. Needy. Depraved. Desperate. This was not one of those times, however. And I doubt she could have held herself back with the onslaught of my fingers in her no matter how hard she tried.<br/><br/>We were pressed together on the stairway, in the sweetest embrace when she broke, our mouths pressed tightly together, and came. Clenching around the two fingers I had shoved into her greedy cunt, her juices flowing over my hand and legs with the force of it. But what would usually be something to take the edge off, only seemed to spur Sera on. And I was surprised when she didn’t practically collapse against the wall and instead started grinding back against my hand again.<br/><br/>Grinning wickedly, I brought it up and offered it to her mouth to suck clean. In the same motion, I turned our entwined bodies down the hallway and towards the bedroom I had been sharing with my sister for the past few weeks.<br/><br/>Our shared laughter and continued soft moans echoed off the exquisitely decorated walls as we padded closer. Stumbling some, stopping to kiss and suck at other times. Lost in a parade of pleasure until a sound from the open doorway stopped me. And gave me pause.<br/><br/>Was that Reese’s voice coming from the bedroom?<br/><br/><em><strong>“…thicker than Chanel….”</strong></em>Was he with someone in there?<strong><em>“…just perfect…”</em></strong><br/><br/>Sera and I were still mostly in the hallway, unable to see inside the open door, but there were only so many people in the house. Well we would just have to kick our naughty son out, wouldn’t we? And how would he know whoever it was, was thicker than Chanel…<br/><br/>I tugged my wife closer, pulling her back to my front as I put a finger to my lips and grinned conspiratorially, motioning for her to stay quiet. Or as quiet as possible given the state she was in. I still had not fathomed the forbidden sexual tension we were about to walk into. My lust-filled brain hadn’t worked that quickly. We edged around the corner and peeked through the open door. My hands couldn’t help themselves but to keep traveling her succulent form. Unbuttoning here. Unzipping there. Whatever it took to get and keep my wife naked regardless of who we found in there with our son.<br/><br/>The thought of him and his partner seeing… watching… That forbidden piece clenched things pleasurably low in my body.<br/><br/>And then I heard my sister’s voice. And my jaw practically dropped, my hands stilling on the succulent body that was against mine.<em><strong>“Yes, nephew… curves in place…”</strong></em><br/><br/>My sister was seducing my son.<br/><br/>And as I pressed a soft, whispered moan against Sera’s neck, I knew my wife and I were about to watch.<br/>