Around two years after I met my then boyfriend, his father Sandy got ill. It turned out he was terminally ill and we knew he only had a matter of months to live. In a two month period we went everywhere with Sandy, as his wife had left my boyfriend and his father, when my boyfriend was only four. They were already close, but that two months really brought them closer together. Away on a beautiful island my boyfriend asked me one evening if I'd do something for him and his father, he asked me if I'd sleep with Sandy. At first I said no, but when he pleaded with me to be the last love of his father, I relented, but only if that was what Sandy really wanted.
As my boyfriend slept next door, I spent three amazingly beautiful hours having the most erotic and thrilling sex of my entire life. Sandy was such a giving lover and he was also a man who knew how to pleasure a woman completely. Oral, vaginal and anal sex was all on the cards and we did just about everything you can imagine to stimulate each other to orgasm. And wow what orgasms I had. Each one seemed to outdo the one before and each one was given with so much love, both ways.
I awoke the next morning to the feeling of Sandy's tongue lapping away at my clit, and it was whilst I was orgasming, his son knocked on the door and walked in on us. We all had breakfast and then Sandy and my boyfriend went for a long walk along the stunningly beautiful beach together. Back home two days later, it was Sandy who arranged our marriage for the following week. It was such a special occasion, that I couldn't help but be moved by Sandy's warmth and love. With all of the family from both sides around us, I married my fiance. Five days later Sandy lost his fight with his illness.
Nothing had been said about those days on the island. And nothing had been mentioned about my husband finding his father licking out my pussy. That was until a few weeks ago when he started to ask me if his father was a better lover.
I lied and told him he was the best sexual partner I'd ever had, but then he said "Well you've never orgasmed as loud as you did when my dad was fucking you that night, or when he tongued your pussy the next morning". He said it as if he was jealous, as if I'd cheated on him.
As the last few weeks have gone by, my husbands curiosity over what I did with his father has grown. He's even asked me what we did together. Once again I lied and told him it was vanilla sex and that I made those sounds to please his father. For now it seems it's placated him, but every now and then I see the look he gives me and I know he's thinking of his father fucking me.
It was my husband who asked me to give his father one last sexual high. Now I don't know why he's getting so agitated about it all. It's not as if myself and Sandy can carry on having an affair, is it.