He turned the knob and pushed open the door. The night light she'd stuck in a socket to aid her in nighttime feedings illuminated her sleeping face.
He leaned over the bed with a deep sigh. He kissed her cheek and she stirred a little. He considered trying to wake her gently and seductively. Until he realized his youngest son was still latched on her breast.
The poor guy was going through teething and some sort of sleep regression that Justin was fairly certain was mean to test his endurance. Or make him insane.
As he went downstairs he wondered if he could be driven crazy by lack of sex. He peered in the fridge, but decided it was too late for a beer. What he needed was to get laid. Since he was married to sleeping beauty the last few months, he'd settle for what he always did: porn.
He tried not to get upset with his wife's lack of sex drive. He found it difficult not to. Until their fourth child had been born, they had an amazing sex life. Despite being together for ten years, since they were fifteen, he loved her as much as he did when he first asked her out.
He had been hesitant to have a fourth, but she wanted one more baby. And he had trouble saying no.
Which was how his sister in law, Vana, came to live with him as well. Only in part, he also wanted to send a big fuck you to his mother-in-law. The bitch hated Justin the moment he came up to the house. And when Cassie got pregnant just before graduation, Mona kicked Cassie out. Thankfully, Justin's parents took Cassie in and supported them both while he attended school and worked part-time.
Now he had a cushy job in the IT department, he'd make manager in a couple years. He'd bought a house for Cassie and the kids, with a backyard to play in.
He walked through the darkened house, letting what light came from Cassie's night lights or the street lamps outside guide him. He put in a DVD from his secret stash. He kicked off his jeans and settled into the recliner. With his feet up and his hand on his cock, partially hard from anticipation, he watched two women on the screen coo over the male star and beg to suck his cock.
Two women, he thought. Vana and Cassie, he imagined. Vana did look a fair amount like Cassie, except with blonde hair, to Cassie's black. That was explained by their different fathers.
He imagined Cassie and Vana at his feet, offering to pleasure him. It was a naughty fantasy, but he could hardly ignore that Vana was nineteen now. Long legs, pale skin, and a rack that rivaled Cassie's. Although Cassie's were bloated by breastmilk. With the older three, her breasts had never been off limits. For some reason, with Brody, she hated having them touched.
He shook his head. He had to stop thinking and start fantasizing, otherwise he'd never have his orgasm.
Vana's lips around his cock, Cassie licking his balls. That sort of thing he could get into.
The women on the screen stopped sucking the guy's dick. The guy pushed one of the women on the sofa and plow into her cunt.
Justin pulled out his dick out of his briefs and stroked it.
He'd have to imagine fucking Cassie, even fantasizing about screwing around turned him off. Unlike the guy on the porno who had no qualms going back and forth every few thrusts.
Justin shuddered and came into his hand. He leaned back and wiped his hand on his boxers, cursing his lack of foresight to grab a towel.
He stopped the movie and got up. He needed to wash up before he crawled in next to Cassie.