MISTAKEN IDENTITY_(3)

He was home early, 24 hours early. The trip ended successfully with a signed contract for over 8 million dollars and he was feeling on top of the world. He didn’t tell Francine he was coming home, he caught the last flight out of LA to Tampa, it was the red eye that would get him home while the sun still warmed the opposite side of the world.

The cab let him off about 5 in the morning so he took his shoes off before he opened the door. Silent, on stocking padded feet he eased through the house to his bedroom. The door was partially open and he could see his wife Francine in the middle of it, a soft lined form cuddled under the blankets. He pulled his clothes off, careful not to rustle or clink anything as they dropped to the floor. Naked, with a hard, proud standing erection he approached the bed, pulled up the covers then laid behind his wife and spooned against her back, his swollen cock probing between her thighs. His balls twitched with anticipation for her hot, tender body even as she slept.

She was wearing a long night shift but that wasn’t a problem. He eased a hand between her legs and lifted the top one gently giving his cock room to enter her. She was starting to respond to the sexual ambush, he felt the end of his cock warming as he slid along the split between her thighs; she huffed lightly and arched her back, pressed against his groin.

He drew back his hips to put the head of his hard-on into the quickly softening lips, found her entrance then pushed slowly, gently into the depths of his wife’s body. She was tight; not accepting him as easily as usual, he knew it was because she wasn’t expecting to get fucked in the early hours of the morning. He wasn’t even supposed to be there with her. When his balls caressed the back of her legs he withdrew partially then plunged into her again.

She was coming awake, he could tell by her movements, the sounds of surprise or pleasure, maybe both. She arched her back which forced her butt against him and put a hand over his and began to roll her head in sync with the hard driving shaft. She fucked him, she shook and jumped when he slapped her ass, she gasped loudly when he pinched a nipple. There could be no doubt she was awake and taking as much pleasure as he was giving. She felt new, exciting, almost the same as the first time they ever had sex. An element of newness hovered over the bed and it stimulated him even more.

He put a hand on her hip, holding her captive against him, he pounded her cunt mercilessly while she thrashed and cried out her passion in short explosive yelps. It started as a shiver in his nuts then blossomed into a full blown rupture, he sprayed cum into Francine in long deep thrusts, she reacted to the wild animal passion and melted to a quaking mass, boneless as she climaxed with him. He finished fucking her with a final shudder and spurt then pulled out of the hot, sperm filled cunt.

She was facing the wall, away from him. He fell to his back beside his woman and wondered at how different she felt at 5 in the morning. He liked what they had just done, he wanted to tell her, he wanted to hold her. He put his hand on her shoulder and pulled her over to face him. As his eyes adjusted to her face in the dim light he focused not on Francine, his wife, but Natalie, his 17 year old daughter.

He scrambled away from her, he was shocked, she looked scared “What the fuck? Where is your mother? What the hell are you doing in my bed?”

“Mama’s not here daddy, I got lonely and came here to wait for her but you came and had sex with me.”

“Oh God baby, I didn’t mean too, I really didn’t, you’re supposed to be your mother.