The bride’s father and my conservative wife, illustrated, animated gif

I always thought my wife, Liz, was timid shy. She always dressed conservatively never revealing her much of her body. When we went to the beach, she always wore an one-piece swimsuit; she never ever would wear a bikini. If we went out with friends, she was always quiet. She preferred to spend the evening in, cuddling on the sofa, enjoying a glass of wine.

Well, we were once at a wedding shower for one of her friends. It was during the evening, and the beer and wine were flowing freely. I was talking with one of the bridesmaids when Liz walked up to me. She appeared nervous, and told me that the bride’s father, Mr. Greg, wanted her to help him get some gifts out of his car. I said OK and turned back to my conversation with the oriental woman in front of me.

After about ten minutes, I noticed that Liz hadn’t returned. I excused myself and went in search of her. I left the house and stepped out, looking for Mr. Greg’s car. I walked down the street and into an alley where I saw Mr. Greg’s car. I picked my way around the clutter of leaves and branches on the sidewalk. The house was in an old established part of town and the sidewalks were buckled from the immense tree roots that grew underneath them. I was standing underneath a large oak tree when I saw Liz and Mr. Greg standing beside his car.

I could barely hear them talking, but suddenly, Liz said in a clear voice “No I can’t, it’s not proper, I am married”.

“What the fuck?” I thought.

“Come on, it’s nothing. Consider it as an innocent kiss,” Mr. Greg said.

Liz? My Liz to kiss him? I stopped dead in my tracks when she said “All right, but we’ve got to be quick.”

To my greatest surprise I watched as Liz dropped to her knees while Mr. Greg undid his pants. They fell around his ankles and he took his stiff penis in his hands.

“Good, now kiss it,” he said.

That kind of kiss he meant? And she agreed? With this guy? I watched in horror as Liz cupped his shaft in her hand and brought it to her face. Slowly her head moved up and down as she engulfed his cock in her warm wet mouth.

After only a few seconds, he made Liz stood up. I pressed myself against the tree, my heart beating wildly in my chest. He turned Liz around and leaned her over onto the hood of his car. “What are you doing?” she said weakly.

Mr. Greg didn’t answered. He stepped up behind her and pulled up Liz’s dress.

“Please you can’t do this,” she said.

“Don’t worry, I will not fuck your pussy,” he said.

He pulled her panties down. He spread her ass cheeks apart and I swear I could see the slender folds of her pussy, a pussy I had kissed and fucked hundreds of times.

Mr. Greg spat on his hand and began working his saliva into Liz’s asshole. Before long, he had worked his index finger up her ass. He then stepped up behind her and guided his dick to Liz’s anal opening, positioning the head between her strong ass cheeks.

“What are you doing?” she asked again a bit scared.

“Just relax,” he said, and then, slowly, pushed his hard cock all the way up my wife’s ass.
Liz just stood there as the old bastard entered her. He grunted when he first entered and sighed deeply once his cock was finally all the way in. Finally, he began pumping his dick in an out of Liz’s ass. 

     

He put his hands on her exposed hips to steady himself as the pace of his fucking increased. Liz began to moan softly, responding to each of his thrusts. With each stroke, Liz would cry out, her rectum filled completely with cock. His thrusts became longer and more forceful, pushing Liz up against the car. Suddenly he stopped and positioned Liz with her back on the car’s hood.

“What the hell, I will fuck your pussy too,” he said arrogantly.

She didn’t protested at all, obviously she was completely at his mercy. He spread her legs wide, rubbed her slit with his cock and then pushed it all the way in. He began pounding urgently into her.

Again and again he slammed his cock into her pussy. Liz was moaning, tits rocking back and forth as she was used to please this man. He was taking his time to savor every moment of this, one in a lifetime, opportunity. He only slowed down to take her breasts into his mouth, sucking and licking her nipples like a starving man.
               

Then he began grunting loudly, and I knew he was about to shoot his load. I began to shake. There I was, watching my Liz fuck an old guy we barely knew. My chest was hollow and I leaned against the tree for support. Suddenly Mr. Greg cried out. He moved to her face and entered her mouth. He pushed his dick in and she willingly suck him to completion.
                   

Within a few thrusts he groaned and I knew he was cuming inside her mouth. He stepped back and pulled her towards him pushing her down on her knees. Then he brutally grabbed her by her hair and fed his cock in her mouth. Liz lick him clean and tasted his last drops.
            

I needed to get away and think. My wife had just let a guy fuck her anyway he wanted, and I didn’t know what to do. Quietly, I slipped back to the house and the wedding shower. After a few minutes, Liz and Mr. Greg entered the house. Each carried an armful of gifts. I watched as Liz went and got a glass of wine. Then she came up to me and asked if I had missed her.