The Midnight Intruder: A Wife's Secret Fantasy and Her Daughter's Innocence

Fbailey story number 806


The Midnight Intruder


It was midnight and I was dressed in black sweatpants, black sweatshirt, and a black ski mask. Even my feet were covered in black.

I was sneaking through the kitchen, through the dinning room, and then into the living room. I noticed the family picture on the wall over the couch. I turned to ascend the stairs carefully so as not to creak too loudly.

I made it to the top landing and checked the first room on the left. It was the daughter’s bedroom and she was sound asleep. I closed the door and checked the first door on the right. It was empty; it was a guest bedroom. The next door on the left was open and it was a bathroom. The last door must be the master bedroom. I opened it slowly and cautiously. She was asleep in her bed. She was lying on her back, the covers were up under her breasts, and she had on some sexy pink nightie. Her arms appeared to be at her side.

I crept closer. The light coming in through the window was plenty to see how beautiful this woman was.

When I pounced on her my legs straddled her arms and her hips, my hand covered her mouth, and my hard-on pressed into her pussy mound.

Her eyes flew open, her breasts started to expand quickly, and she was almost snorting through her nose. She had a look of terror.

Hoarsely I growled, “Cooperate or your daughter gets hurt.”

Her motherly instinct kicked in immediately and she nodded her head in acceptance.

I released her mouth and pulled the covers down to her waist. She remained silent as I slipped the straps over her shoulders and lowered the top of her pink nightie below her breasts.

They were two perfectly shaped globes of womanly charm. There was a slight bulge around the base due to their impressive size. There were no tan lines. Her areolas were the perfect size and a slightly darker color. My two fingers could cover her areolas but her nipples were hard and resembled the tip of my little finger.

So far everything about her was perfect.

One by one I pulled her arms up out of the covers and placed them in the brass bars of her headboard. She knew what she was supposed do and held on tightly.

I lowered myself, her covers, and her nightie down her body in increments of several inches at a time. Revealing her magnificent body was proving almost too much for my erection. It was thumping with my increased blood pressure.

When I got her covers and her nightie down past her knees, I found that there were no panties in my way.

I lifted her legs one at a time and pulled them out of her nightie and placed them on my shoulders.

My sweatpants went to my knees and then below far enough for me to straddle her hips as I slipped my cock into that fantastic pussy of hers.

Her mouth became a perfect “O” as I slipped further into her.

She did not try to resist or cry out or to let go of the brass tubing. Just as she had been instructed.

My thrusts became quicker and quicker and deeper and deeper. I held onto her shoulders and pressed down into her hard. She was folded like a jackknife with a jackhammer trying to split her wide open.

My breathing quickened.

Her breathing quickened.

Then I started to cum. I pressed into her hard with each spurt.

Her orgasm also started. She moaned and she started to huff and puff as a woman in childbirth might do. Obviously her orgasm was intense and she was trying not to scream and wake her daughter up.

Her hands released the brass bar. She placed them on my hips and pulled me even tighter as she pulsated under me.

When things settled down I rolled off to one side. She removed my ski mask and placed her head on my shoulder. She rubbed my chest and said, “Patty wants you to rape her tomorrow night. Tim will be away and Vickie will be spending the night here.”

I could scarcely believe my ears.

I asked, “Patty wants a visit from The Midnight Intruder?”

She kissed me and said, “Yes, she does. I told her how intense my orgasms are during that particular roll playing scene.”

Shocked I asked, “Are you okay with me having sex with another woman?”

She giggled and said, “Not just any woman and not someone that you pick out. However, if I ask you to fuck one of my friends, then it is okay, but only when I ask you too. Don’t think that you can fuck Patty whenever you want too…and…you certainly cannot fuck her whenever she wants you too. Otherwise, I’ll never get the use of your penis again. That woman is practically a nymphomaniac.”

I asked, “Can I take souvenirs?”

Again my wife giggled and said, “Yes, the customary pair of used panties on the floor and a dozen nude photographs.”

I kissed her, removed my sweatshirt, and got my camera. I took a dozen pictures of my cum inside, outside, and dripping from her overfilled pussy. Then I snuggled in for the night.

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The next afternoon Patty brought Vickie over for her sleepover.

I was at my computer upstairs when I overheard Vickie telling my daughter, “My Mom is wearing her newest slut dress. You should go see it”

Of course my daughter rushed right down to see it.

Soon she came back to Vickie and said, “I love her panties. Red is my very favorite color and that pea green lets you see them right through the material. I wish my father would let me dress like that.

Vickie said, “He might let you. He likes looking at us. He might not let you wear it to school though.”

My daughter said, “Oh, I could never wear something that to school. I’d be too embarrassed.”

I casually walked down to take a look myself. God she looked good. Tim was a very lucky guy. Her strapless light green dress just barely covered her bright red panties.

I asked, “Patty, where did you buy that dress and those panties? My daughter wants a set just like that.”

Patty replied, “At the mall. You know the little one up by the airport? They have a specialty shop in there. A lot of strippers and horny housewives shop there.”

My wife said, “If you take our daughter you will wind up buying a set for Vickie too.”

I mumbled, “It would be worth it.”

My wife hollered up the stairs, “Girls! Do you want to go shopping for sexy dresses?”

Boy did those two ever come flying down the stairs.

My wife kissed me and said, “Good luck.”

I left her and Patty there drinking their wine and I drove the girls to that mall. I hadn’t really been there before but Vickie sure had been…with her mother. She knew exactly which store to go to.

My daughter asked, “Daddy, how short of a dress can I buy?”

I replied, “I’m going to sit down here and if I cannot see your panties, then you cannot have them.”

The two girls looked at each other and giggled.

They searched and picked items out. They tried them on and then came out to see if I liked them. I was pleased that they only tried on dresses and short ones at that.

I became very familiar with my daughter’s gray panties with pink trim and Vickie’s yellow panties with colorful polka dots on them. I also watched what happened around their crotch areas. Each time that they changed clothes they used the same changing room and went in together. One time their pussies were covered normally, the next they had camel toes, and the next time they had one of their pussy lips showing. I watched those panties tuck themselves into their slits and I watched the gusset become wet.

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