“You want me to flirt with him, don’t you?” I asked Mark thinking about our boy.
“I’m just saying, in your own way, in your time, on your terms.”
On further thought, he was handsome, I thought and replied: “So, you wouldn’t mind if I was to flirt with our son?”
“As long as those are your terms, and I can flirt with our daughter.” He finished his sentence quickly.
“You’d, fuck your own daughter, I should have known!” I yelled from the toilet seat, hiding the direction that my own thoughts were going in.
Sound from our room is muffled, and pissed off as I had been then, I didn’t even care if the brat heard me.
“You don’t know if Annie would even consider your moves as flirtation, you would just turn out silly.” I said aloud, stifling another flashback from my past.
“There’s nothing silly about her father, her mother can attest to that!” Mark kidded, alluding to his package.
“Flirting with our children is different to flashing some random people on the street…” I trailed off lost in thought.
“It wasn’t just flashing, admit it.”
“Yes, it wasn’t just flashing, but it was still random people, people we never saw or heard of again.” I tried to reason with my husband, hoping to be just the right amount of convincing, but not enough.
“It’s our game, and we play it the way we like it, Annie and Adam are old enough to play with us now, if they find it entertaining, so what if they are our children?” Mark was winning the argument, and I was glad, I just wanted a few more replies, before I ‘caved in.’
“Do you really want our children to know the kind of perverts their parents are?” I replied with a wicked smile as I crawled over the bed between my husband’s legs.
“If you are embarrassed of yourself and what we do, then don’t do it, otherwise there is no shame in it.” Said Mark with a smile creeping up his face.
“Be honest, would you want your son to know what a cumslut his mother is?” I said smiling as I licked my way to the tip of his cock. “What a slut you’ve made me into?”
“You are my cumslut, and I love you, I love everything that you do, and I want you to be happy. If that means that I have to put up with you being our son’s cumslut too, that be it.” Mark told me as he held my head in both hands just over the bulb of his straining dick.
Licking the dew from the helmet I teased; “Would you let your daughter grow up to be a cumslut like her mother is? Would you like to know that she craves cum and is ready to empty some random stranger’s cock to get it? Would you let her suck you dry when her need comes? Would you watch as she fed on the cum of our son and be ok with it?”
Breathing hard, Mark watched me with glazed over eyes as I worshiped his beautiful member.
“I wonder what Adam’s cock is like.” I said as I sucked.
“I found some of his ‘selfies’ while you were taking a piss.” He said through gritted teeth.
“Reach over and pull them up, I want you to show them to me while I do you.” I said lightly biting on his foreskin as a scolding for not showing them to me earlier.
“You were so angry, that I didn’t think that you would want to see them.” He teased back.