MILF LOVING DAN (the next step) Well, nearly 4 weeks since our little video escapade watching Dan, my step-daughters boyfriend wanking off in our bedroom using Claire’s, my tall, blonde extremely attractive yet nearly twice Dans age, knickers wrapped around his long, thick cock. Sadly it wasn’t working out as i had hoped. Claire was feeling guilty about teasing her daughters boyfriend with her upskirt show and was refusing to talk about the possibility of badly hidden dirty pictures of herself mid-play for Dan to find so we could watch him jerk off again via our hidden camera. Then last Saturday we went out for a drink with Ted and Cath, our friends of some years. Ted’s quiet and thoughtful and Cath is the total opposite. Loud and raucous, laughing at her own filthy jokes, if anything more masculine than poor Ted. We sat in the pub talking and having a fair bit of fun when I went to the bar to get the round in. Across the bar in the other room I spotted Dan, 23 years old, built like a greek god and dressed in a red and white rugby kit. He had his back to me and I could see the girl who was chatting with him, 20ish and all big hair and red lips, she was obviously taken with this muddy athlete. “Hey Claire, you’ll never guess who’s in the vault?” “Who?” she glanced around from her conversation with Cath. “Daniel, and he’s with a young, good looking, girl.” “He’s what?” she looked angry. “Is that your Andrea’s (name changed) boyfriend? He’s gorgeous.” “He’s a bastard!” Claire stood and made for the bar. “Sit down.” I grabbed her hand. “It might be an innocent little chat, baby. Leave it to me.” I went back to the bar and asked the barmaid if she’d just give Dan a tap on the shoulder. Dan turned and his big wide smile disappeared when I lifted my glass to him. I went back to the table and waited. “What did he say?” Claire asked. “Nothing, he’ll be here in a second I think.” as I said it the door from the vault opened and in walked a sheepish Dan, in full rugby kit in bar feet. “No kit in here, Dan!” Phil the landlord shouted to him. “One minute, Phil.” the landlord shook his head. When he arrived I acknowledged him, Claire didn’t. “You got your socks down them shorts, sweety?” Cath grinned, staring at the large ‘lunch box’ effect in his too tight shorts. “Pardon?” Cath just mushed her lips and continued to stare at his groin. “No, erm, just thought I’d pop in and say hello. Hi.” he lifted his right arm. “Well hello.” said Cath. I lifted my pint again and nodded and Ted smiled quietly. Nothing from Claire. “You having a good night?” I asked. “Yeah, er, look, that girl is one of my team mates girlfriends. She’s not with me, you know, I’m not…” his words trailed off. “You better bloody not be, lad. Or Tom here,” she pointed at me, “will have your balls.” “No, I’d never cheat on Andrea, Mrs T, promise.” my wife huffed in doubt. “Not even with me, sweety?” Cath grabbed her tits and squeezed them together and offered them up towards the big, young man. He smiled, but it was tinged with fear. “Darling, please!” Ted pleaded. Dan removed himself to the vault where his team mates were singing loudly and we continued without him. “I’ll tell you what, Claire, your Andrea is one lucky girl if them shorts are anything to go by. I wish Ted had half that package!” Ted grimaced. Claire glanced over her shoulder towards the vault and continued to do so for the next two hours. Was she angry for Andrea, or was she feeling a l;ittle jealous? I headed for the toilet and bumped into Dan. “I’m not a cheater, Mr T.” “Listen, Dan, you are young and Andrea is much younger, she’s at Uni for the next three years. I’m sure you both have a lot of living to do yet before you settle down. Just keep Claire sweet, she likes you and she loves Andrea.” “I will. Mr. T. Promise.” “Tell you what, we are going home now. Pop out and give her a hug goodnight.” We waved Ted and the very pissed Cath off and the pub door opened behind us. “You going, guys?” It was Dan. “We are, young man. Where are your clothes?” he was still in kit and muddy. He nodded to the bag on his shoulder. “Come on, get changed at ours, you can’t go home like that.” Claire gave me a hard stare. “No, it’s okay, I’ll…” “Come on, two minute walk to ours. I’ll get the kettle on.” We headed home and I felt Claire squeeze my hand tightly. While Dan went for a shower Claire and I had a whispered argument. She wanted to know what i thought I was up to. I tried to explain it was just a little bit of fun. “I am not going to do anything!” I smiled and just kissed her. “I’m not, you pervert.” I smiled again. “I do need to get changed though!” I grinned. “Stop giving me that moronic look.” I said nothing. Claire went upstairs as I heard the bathroom door open. “Sorry, I’m, er, sorry.” I heard Dan mutter. Down he came, towel wrapped round his torso, and although I’m a straight guy I was taken by his massive hairless chest and thick biceps. I felt a twinge at the thought of Claire being wrapped in his powerful grip while he kissed her. “I think I scared Mrs. T when i came out of the bathroom, Mr. T.” I told him I would nip up and see if she was ok. Upstairs Claire was stood in front of a mirror. “I can’t go down like this.” I stared at her, her nipples were pointing and holding the flimsy night shirt from her breasts. The top reached down to her white thighs. She turned to me. “Why exactly are we doing this?” “I love the thought of a horny and handsome young man wanting you.” “It ain’t gonna happen, I am not getting into any swinging shit!” “It’s not swinging, Claire, it’s just me having a hot wife.” “What the fuck does that mean?” she whispered. “It means you tease me with other men.” “You want me to fuck him?” I stood and said nothing. “Fuck off, you want me to fuck my daughters boyfriend? Are you mad?” “I, er, well no. Kiss?” “No, this is completely fucking mad.” “Okay, can you just go down like that? I’ll really appreciate it.” she looked at me, pulled at the shirt and shook her head. “Mad!” she exited the bedroom and bounced down the stairs. Dan was still wrapped in his towel. “Mrs T, where are my shorts? I’ve not brought any trousers in my sports bag.” Claire stared at his chest then glanced down at the long piece of lead piping he seemed to be concealing under the towel. “I’ve popped them in the wash, sorry.” I took Dan upstairs and leant him a pair of my big baggy, daddy shorts. He dropped the towel and a got a good look at his cock. Shit, it must have been longer and thicker than my six inches dangling down. “Come on, I’ve got some beer in the fridge.” “I can’t stay Mr. T, work in the morning.” “Okay, let your washing dry and you can go, it’s not quite midnight yet.” “Thank you.” he answered. “I hope Mrs. T is not angry with me talking to that bird before.” “Let’s go and see.” When we got down, Claire had her feet up on the settee and appeared to be asleep. The material off the thong she was wearing was visible as it covered her mound, but her arse, small and still pert was on show. “I’ll get them beers, sit down lad.” Dan sat in the chair that gave him a perfect view up her night shirt. She never opened her eyes in the next hour. I tried to wake her but she resisted. She did move her legs to give a better view occasionally but it was only when Dan was about to leave and I asked him to help me upstairs with her that she roused. She put her arms around the young man, nuzzled her mouth into his neck and pushed her aroused nipples against that big powerful chest. “Should I lift her, Mr. T?” “Er, yes, it might be easier, she’s obviously had too much tonight.” With ease, he scooped her up. Her night shirt fell away and her black thong was on show. Claire still held him tight without opening her eyes. When he lay her down the shirt was so high up you could see her belly button stud.She looked stunning, blonde hair flared out, nipples standing at attention and them long, long legs slightly apart, her pussy barely hidden by the lace decoration of her thong. We both stood and stared. “Fuck, Mr. T, you are a lucky man.” “Well, thank you Dan. I think I am too.” We stood another five or ten seconds and Claire repositioned her legs, a little wider. “I’d better go before I say something out of order.” “Ah, we’re both men, Dan.” “No, better go.” he reluctantly turned and walked away. I let him out of the front door and raced upstairs. “Thank you, darling, thank you.” I stripped and lay next to her. I slid my hand beneath that lace, she was sopping wet, pussy lips agape. I knew that she was enjoying this adoration. The sex over the last few days has been very intense, her orgasms long and for the first time making her shake as if she is having a fit. Truly mind-blowing. Andrea, my step-daughter is home from University next week and I’m hoping her and Dan will be around the house a lot. I’m not sure if Claire realises I am grooming her for the life of a hot wife, but whether she does or doesn’t, she seems to be enjoying the journey. I do realise this is a slow process, long winded, but I’m sure the ones out there that have a hot wife, sometimes it takes a while to make your beautiful partner realise what sexual power they have at their finger tips. I shall post if I make any more progress.