The Square Ch. 05

Brooke woke me up early in the morning and asked if I wanted to go with her to drop off a lasagna at her father Tony's house while he was at work.

"Sure, sounds good," I replied, getting dressed.

On the ride there, Brooke says, "Hon, I know I said I would seduce my dad, but I am not sure! Leaving my thong there I can explain away, no worries, but I also don't want to ruin my relationship with him."

"I know, I was just caught up in the moment, it was a hot fantasy though!" I replied sheepishly.

"It's ok, I will make it up to you!" She said with a wry smile.

Brooke had a spare key to her father's house, and we knew that Tony wouldn't be there as he had told us he had to work early.

As we walked in, I noticed an Amazon package on the porch. We picked it up and brought it inside.

Brooke placed the lasagna on the stove, and we turned on the oven to keep it warm.

"I hope Dad likes the lasagna. He always loves it when I make it," Brooke said, smiling.

As we walked around the house, we admired the cozy decor and family photos.

"I always miss this place when I am here," Brooke said, looking around.

"Let's set the package on the desk in here so he sees it when he gets home," Brooke said, placing the package down.

We noticed that Tony's computer was on and unlocked, so we decided to take a look.

I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw what was on the computer screen. The video was intense, showing an older man being pleasured by both a woman and a cross-dresser. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as I watched the man moaning in ecstasy.

I was mesmerized by the screen, the view was from behind the two "girls". The view was from behind the two big asses on the screen. They were both sucking the monster cock of the old man, which you could not see. instead you saw one big ass on the right, with a wet glistening pussy, and one on the left with a pretty little cock hanging out the side of a thong. The shemale had a shapely ass, curvier than the woman's ass on the right.

Brooke seemed just as mesmerized as I was. "Oh my god," she breathed, "I can't believe daddy's into this kind of stuff."

"God, this is so hot," Brooke breathed, her hand drifting down to rub against her own pussy.

Laying next to his computer was Brooke's thong that she left in the hamper the day before.

As Brooke picks up her thong it is still warm and soaked with her father's cum, I feel a rush of excitement and arousal course through me. The sight of her holding it, the fabric stained with cum, is almost too much to handle.

"What do we do now?" I ask, my voice low and husky with desire.

Brooke looks at me, her eyes smoldering with lust. "We take it with us," she says. "And we use it later."

I nod eagerly, my cock already growing hard in anticipation. The thought of using the thong, of tasting Tony's cum on Brooke's skin, is almost too much to bear. I was not gay but I definitely had a cum fetish.

As we leave Tony's house, I can't help but feel a sense of excitement and taboo. It's thrilling to have this secret between us, to know that we're exploring our desires and fantasies in ways that others might find scandalous or even offensive.

Once we're back at home, Brooke heads straight to the bedroom, thong in hand. I follow close behind, my heart pounding with anticipation.

Brooke lays the thong on the bed, the cum stain clearly visible. She looks up at me, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "You want to taste it?" she asks.

I nod eagerly, dropping to my knees beside the bed. I lean in, my tongue darting out to taste the salty residue of Tony's cum on the fabric.

It's an intoxicating mixture of flavors and sensations, and I can't help but moan with pleasure as I savor every last drop.

Brooke watches me, her eyes dark with desire. "Now kiss me," she commands.

I stand up, my lips meeting hers in a fiery embrace. I can taste Tony's cum on her tongue, and it only serves to heighten my arousal.

I get on the bed. I was lying on my back, my head resting on a pillow as I watched Brooke climb on top of me. Her eyes were full of desire, and her lips parted as she took in a deep breath. I couldn't help but stare at her big, beautiful breasts as they bounced up and down in front of me. It was like a dream come true, and I felt so lucky to be with her.

As Brooke settled into a rhythm, riding me hard, I was overcome by the scent of her pussy. It was intoxicating, filling my nostrils and making my cock even harder. I reached up to touch her breasts, running my hands over them and squeezing them gently as she continued to bounce up and down on me.

I could feel her getting closer to climax, her breathing becoming more labored as she moaned softly. I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out much longer, and with one final thrust, I exploded inside of her, feeling her pussy clenching around me as she came too.

As I sat on the couch next to Brooke, my mind was racing with thoughts and fantasies. The image of the cross dresser in the porn video, wearing that sexy black thong, was burned into my brain. I could feel myself getting aroused just thinking about it.

Brooke noticed my arousal and asked me what I liked about the video. I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I should share my deepest desires with her. But then I decided to be honest.

"I really liked the cross-dresser's butt," I admitted. "And the way she looked in that thong was incredibly hot."

Brooke smiled at me, sensing my excitement. "Do you ever wonder what your butt would look like in a thong?" she asked, teasingly.

As soon as Brooke asked me if I wondered what my butt would look like in a thong, my mind raced with all kinds of scenarios. I'd never really thought about it before, but the idea was starting to turn me on. I looked over at Brooke, who was watching me intently, waiting for my response.

"I don't know," I said, feeling a little shy. "I guess I've never really thought about it."

"Well, maybe we should try it out," Brooke said, getting up from the couch and walking over to me. "I have some of my old thongs in the closet. Let's see what you look like in one."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Was my wife really suggesting that I wear a thong for her? I felt a little nervous, but also excited at the thought of trying something new and exploring our sexual desires even further.

Brooke disappeared into the closet and emerged with a small black thong in her hand. She held it up to me and asked if I wanted to try it on.

Without hesitation, I stood up and started to undress. I could feel my heart racing as I slid the thong up my legs and over my butt. It was a little snug, but surprisingly comfortable.

Brooke stood back and admired me, running her hands over my body and complimenting me on how good I looked. I felt a little self-conscious, but also turned on by her attention.

"Turn around and let me see your butt," she said, biting her lip.

I did as she asked and turned around, feeling a little embarrassed as she checked me out. But then she reached out and touched my butt, running her hands over the thong and pulling it tight against my skin. I let out a moan as she teased me, feeling more turned on than I had in a long time.

"Looks like we need to find you some high heels to go with that thong," she joked, pulling me close and kissing me deeply. We fell on the bed, kissing and talking.

As Brooke and I lay in bed, our bodies intertwined, I couldn't help but wonder about Tony and his secret love for cross-dressers. How long had he been into it? Was he pretending to be the man in the video he was watching? The thoughts raced through my mind as I gazed into Brooke's eyes.

"I can't believe Tony's into this stuff," I said, breaking the silence between us. "I mean, I've never even thought about it before."

Brooke smiled and ran her fingers through my hair. "Well, everyone has their own kinks and fetishes, Luke. It's just a part of who we are."

I nodded, taking in her words. It was true, everyone had their own desires and needs. I just never thought Tony would be into something like cross-dressing.

"But do you think he's been into it for a long time?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

Brooke shrugged. "I don't know, but it doesn't really matter, does it? It's not hurting anyone and it's not like he's cheating on us or anything."

She had a point. Tony's love for cross-dressers didn't change the way I felt about him or our relationship. He was still my father-in-law and I loved him.

"But do you think wants to have both. A woman and a cross-dresser?" I asked, unable to shake the image from my mind.

Brooke grinned mischievously. "I don't know, but I do know someone who could ask him."

I looked at her, confused. "Who?"

"You, silly," she said, leaning in to kiss me.

I chuckled at her suggestion. As much as I was curious about Tony's kinks, I wasn't sure I was ready to confront him about it.

"I don't know if I could do that," I admitted.

Brooke's hand slid down my chest and wrapped around my cock, which was already starting to harden. "I think you could," she whispered, before taking me into her mouth.

Her actions made me forget about everything else for a moment as I lost myself in the pleasure she was giving me. But as I started to approach the edge, the thoughts of Tony and his love for cross-dressing came back to me, making me even more aroused.

I came hard into Brooke's mouth, my body shaking with pleasure. As she swallowed and looked up at me, I knew that our relationship was something special. We were open and honest with each other, exploring our desires and fantasies together.