All Chapters of Dirty Family Secrets: Chapter 611 - Chapter 620

My wife handed me a drink while Beth kissed my shoulder. "Beth and I thought you deserved a little fun, and we'd let you in on the whole thing after a few 'play dates'. But you couldn't let things well enough alone, could you?""Fun?" I was still shocked, and badly confused.She leaned in and whispered to me, "Just call him, Ok?" I nodded. She wasn't done though. "And Lisa is off-limits as of now, you understand?""Understood." I peeled Beth off of me, as difficult as it was. "Umm, you know about Kayla, right?"Traci rolled her eyes. "Yes, I know. We'll talk about that later."On the way out I couldn't help myself. As I passed Andrea, who had managed to get back up on a raft, I reached out and gave her near breast a squeeze.I wrapped a towel around my waist, and headed in to make that call."Greg?""What's up, bud?""How fast can you get over here?""Why?""Trust me on this one. I need you over here for a few hours. I'll make it worth your while. Can you do it?""Why all the mystery?

I never expected to be in that position, certainly not twice in the same day. And not with these particular women. I wasn't complaining.Greg was sweating, breathing hard, and fucking her for all he was worth. I could feel every stroke reflected in her sucking. It was intense. I'd never fucked her mouth like that, and I found myself pushing deeper, sliding down her throat, making her gasp when I pulled out.She moaned, pulled my cock out of her mouth and clung to it for support, when she finally came on Greg's cock. That seemed to push Greg over the edge, and he groaned "FUCK!" as he let loose inside her.When he pulled out and collapsed beside me, gasping like he'd run a marathon, Beth sucked me with her full attention. If I hadn't come just a few minutes earlier, I would have succumbed to her immediately.I looked over at Greg again, and he was smiling. "Never would have guessed it from her." Her reached out and ran his hand down her back, to her still red ass. "Our good little chur

I know I should have felt jealous, but I only felt exhausted. In a good way. Beth sank into the bed, and I followed her, never wanting to pull out of her, lying over her body, kissing her neck. My trouser friend betrayed me, sliding out of her rear with a pop.I rolled off of her, pulling her against my body, eliciting another moan from her. I held her in my arms, looking across the bed at the other two, mirroring their positions. My lips sought out her soft skin, and rained kisses down on her neck and shoulders. She felt so wonderfully good in my arms."Too much," Beth groaned. "I hope you're happy, Traci. He's fucking ruined me. I won't be able to sit for a week."Traci just giggled. "You'll get used to it.""The fuck I will," Beth muttered. "Ok, it was pretty wild, but I think I like plain old fucking a whole lot better. Even with the lube, that hurt!""At least you'll get almost a whole week to recover. His birthday isn't until next Saturday. And on his birthday, we can't deny him

I went home and shut myself off from the world. After a while I took the phone off the hook. Hell, let's be honest, I ripped the fucking wires out of the wall so I didn't have to listen to one more bleeding heart tell me they were "sorry for my loss". The cell phone was easier. I just turned it off.Several people from work came by and assured me that I could take as much time as I needed. They'd bring me food, and news, and would leave as soon as they felt they'd spent the minimum time required socially by the situation.Denise's family took care of the funeral arrangements. They attempted to call, and even stopped by for my input. I gave them a check for $10,000 to take care of the girls, nearly wiping out my savings. What was I going to spend it on now? I couldn't bring myself to go to the showing but I did take a shower and put on a suit for the funeral. It was a bleak day, gray skies, 20 mile an hour winds threatening to tear the top off of the outdoor tent. The ground was soggy

"Just thought I'd fix your fence, before it falls down. I hope you don't mind."She just shook her head.She stood there watching me, and I felt ill at ease. I was a stranger. She shouldn't be talking to me. I should probably leave. "I'm just going to clean up here and head back home. I can finish up later when your mother's home."I straightened up my clothing a bit, wiping my hands on my pants. "I'm Alex Reed. I live across the alley," I explained, pointing down a few houses.She nodded.She reminded me so much of my own daughter, right around that age. Her hair was the same length, blonde, but not quite as light as Allora's.Allora. My perfect little Allora. I closed my eyes, seeing her in that hospital bed, bruised and bandaged, fighting for her life. Her hair tucked under the bandages, the few strands that stuck out dark from sweat. Her body so small in that antiseptic white bed. My Allora.Gone.It felt like somebody had wrapped a band around my chest, and pulled it tight. I cou