Robert Porter was feeling a different conflict within himself. Ever since Emily had taken him over for the voyeur experience at the Trent's house, he had been feeling increasingly restless and at odds with himself.
Increasingly horny. He and Emily had been screwing nightly for a week, but he woke up in the morning wanting sex and thinking about it all day long.
He wanted Patty Trent, for one thing. Not to keep, or to run away with, but to borrow for an hour or two. He wanted to see his cock buried in her shaved pussy and see the pink skin of her interior pulling out with his dick on each out stroke.
He wanted to fill her with cum and still have enough to coat those large, soft, incredibly bouncy breasts. He wanted to fuck her brains out. So to speak.
Worse yet were his feelings around the house. When he woke in the mornings and saw Elaine in her usual morning attire of tee shirt and underwear, he thought immediately of Cathy Burton and how much he wanted her again. He fantasized having her and Emily together. But he also was taking notice of his daughter's fine ass.
So much like her mother's. Such a nice handful to hold onto while slamming into her red haired pussy. And when he thought things like that he wanted to hit his head against the wall to clear it.
There had to be some way to fit more sex into one day.
Robert's children, Danny and Elaine, weren't having any trouble getting off. Since neither had a boy or girl friend at the moment, they helped each other. Though they hadn't repeated the wild sex they'd had that Saturday night, they had some amazing sessions of oral togetherness just before sleeping at night.
Every night, Mama and Papa Porter were screwing like there was no tomorrow in their room and their children were sucking each other off as quietly as possible. Everyone went to bed satisfied and woke up wanting more.
The Porter kids solved that problem by showering together in the morning for a quick rub and tug. The Porter parents didn't think of that.
On Wednesday morning, Robert dealt with Kent Burton first thing. He needed to borrow more for a mall construction that was nearly finished, and he wanted to work out the terms. Robert gave him very good terms because of the strange, giddy pleasure he felt knowing that he had fucked the man's daughter. He just couldn't concentrate on the bank's business at all that morning.
At ten-thirty, John and Terry Carter came in hoping to refinance their home before they got too far behind to do it. He liked the Carters, and he felt sorry for their predicament, but there were guidelines in place that would be hard to ignore. Especially now, in a recession.
Robert wasn't the type of man who got off on pregnant women, but in his current condition, Terry Carter looked damn fine. He imagined himself fucking her in the ass as soon as they walked up to his desk. That was hardly a proper thought for a banker.
"I don't know what we can do," Robert said, for the fifth time. "Really. I will check into it, but I can't promise anything."
"We don't need a promise," Terry said. She stood and leaned on his desk and the neckline of her shirt allowed a full view of her breasts and the swell of belly below it. No bra. "Just check into it, is all." She smiled at him, her eyes promising endless pleasure.
"I will." Robert's cock was straining at his pants by then, and his discomfort only got worse when Terry walked around his desk while her husband smiled somewhat shyly.
"Good." Terry could see his hard-on running down his left trouser leg. She leaned over and rested her hand right on it. "And we'll see you at the party. Okay?" Then she kissed him on the cheek and returned to her husband.
"Thank you, Mr. Porter," John said, extending his hand.
"Certainly." Robert didn't stand but shook the other man's hand from his position safe behind his desk.
That was so strange. She had walked around and placed her hand on his cock as though it was a perfectly natural thing to do while her husband just sat there smiling. They were so calm, so easy with what she did when she leaned on the desk hoping to give him a woody and then came around to see if she succeeded.
Robert had been too shocked to do anything at first. And what would he have done? What he wanted to do was lean her against the desk and do her from behind. He already knew she wasn't wearing a bra, and he'd like to see of she had any underwear on.
And what about that party? He hadn't heard about any party