My Wife Bred by Dad

I lost my job. We moved back in with my parents. My wife Demi wanted a baby. She stopped wearing a bra when it was only Dad downstairs.

I went to Germany for twelve weeks. I came home and she was wetter, looser, heavier in the chest. She said she was just horny. I half believed her.

Then I came home early. Their door was off the latch. Dad had her on Mum's bed. She called him Daddy and asked him to come in her. She said she wanted his, not mine.

I stayed in the doorway.

I started leaving work on purpose. Same hall. Same wet sound. Then his mate from the pub was in the kitchen looking at her tits. 

Then he was in her mouth. Then they spit-roasted her while Dad said his load had to take first.

Dad looked at me while he emptied into my wife. I came in my trousers.

She told me she was pregnant. She said Alan already knew.

Of course he did.

In this house the baby is his.