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Who Done it?

The paranoia ate at you for weeks. You couldn’t relax around any of them. Was Brent mocking you? Was Alex smiling too much? Was your wife Lily flirting with Dominic?

Late one sleepless night you broke down and sent an email to all of them: “Which one of you assholes fucked my wife?! She said it was one of you, so don’t try to deny it!”

…turns out none of them had. She’d just been teasing you with a hot fantasy. You were so ashamed. And they wouldn’t let you live it down.

“Hey Lily, do you want to fuck again?” Dominic would joke.

“Oh, yes, baby! I can’t wait, though. Fuck me in his bed while he’s out here playing Dominion with his friends.” Then she’d pull him away to your bedroom and make loud, fake sex sounds. “Yes, yes! I love your gigantic cock, Dom! It’s so much bigger and better than my husband’s! Fill me with your potent seed!” Then they’d stumble out, laughing uproariously.

This went on a for a long time. The joke never got old to them. Each of your friends took turns, sometimes leaving en masse to stage an audio orgy for your benefit.

You were so humiliated. They mocked your touchy, jealous nature. They loved how red-faced and upset you’d get. When you demanded they stop, they’d just laugh and tell you to learn to take a joke. Or tell tell you if you stopped being so irrationally jealous, the game wouldn’t be fun anymore and they’d quit. Sometimes they’d just tease you with a line like, “I’m sorry friendo, but now that Lily’s had my big strap-on cock in her, she just can’t live without weekly poundings.” Lily nodded solemnly. “Alex is right. They’ve ruined me for other men and nonbinary folk, baby.”

Eventually you did grow used to their provocations and stopped getting so jealous and riled up…So they upped the ante. Lily would wear sexier outfits on game nights and ask your friends how she looked. “Is this enough cleavage to entice you to betray your best friend and fuck his wife in his own house, Brent?” Brent smiled deviously, “To betray that loser? I’d fuck you in a burlap sack on his mother’s casket.” Jesus!

But it was the subtle things that really made you mad, though you were now determined not to let them win by showing it. She’d hug each of them for just a little longer than usual and wink at you over their shoulder. She’d put her arm around one of their waists and lean into them companionably, looking comfortable and daring you with her eyes to say something. Sometimes she’d even hold hands with one or two while you were out in public.”I’m so happy my husband’s jealously has brought us all closer,” Lily noted serenely. You seethed but you wouldn’t give in. When Lily started kissing your friends right on the lips, little pecks to say hello or goodbye, you broke and stormed out of the room. They all cheered and laughed. “I kiss my Dad harder than that!” Lily yelled after you, giggling.

One night Lily plopped down into Dominic’s lap while you all watched a film, wrapping her arms around his neck. This was new. She began loudly declaiming his beauty and heroic fucking feats. “My most handsome lover, remember when you smashed this puss so hard it dislocated my hip?” Oh very funny. He took the ball and ran with it. “Remember when you sucked my massive cock so deep into your throat that you passed out from lack of oxygen?” Lily giggled, “actually my head’s a little foggy about that memory, babe. Lack of oxygen will do that.” Dom continued, “but I didn’t want to waste my erection so I pulled down your waistband and jizzed into your panties.” Gross. Surely she was offput by that one? Nope. If anything she seemed more into it. “Fuck! Umm, wow, that’s one way to get a girl wet, you naughty boy. I must have…yes, I remember! I woke up and felt so used and degraded that I fucked you immediately. I came three times, crying out that I was your whore.”

You were getting red-faced and antsy. You really didn’t like how she’d begun grinding her ass into Dominic’s lap while performing this little scene. They were definitely taking the joke too far. “Mmm, I can feel you remembering it, too, Dom. You really are, uhhhh, big…bigger than my husband. Wow. Um, hey, I really need, ummm…Please! Take me on my desecrated marital bed again!” Then they scampered off to the bedroom. Sheesh! Their acting was getting too good…More time than usual passed, in quiet. When you did hear them eventually their cries didn’t sound quite as comical, either…

Everyone looked around awkwardly, not quite making eye contact. Brent tried to hide his erection with a pillow. Alex fidgeted, adjusting themselves too much. After a while Dom strode back in. He laughed but it sounded forced and unnatural. “Haha, sure showed that slut. Ummm, ha, yeah. Lily said to tag in Alex and Brent next. She wants you to double-team her, heh.” They got up slowly, looked at each other sheepishly, then rushed out. You had the largest pit in your stomach you’d ever felt. Was this…real? “Heh heh, umm, relax man! It’s just a joke…” Then Dom lapsed into silence for minutes, “I can’t believe you don’t have condoms, man. Shit! I mean-”

takingyourwifesisterdaughtermom:

Your neighbour put his pants back on and patted your head on his way out..

“Thanks for letting me use your daughter cuck.. She has a tight little cunt just like your wife!”

It was your fault. All your fault.

“What, are you hoping to get on Teen Mom?” you had snidely remarked to your sweet daughter when she proudly showed off the new bellybutton piercing. Her shirt was lifted up to display the dangling black gem on her smooth stomach. Her impressive breasts peaked dangerously below the uplifted fabric. She’d just gotten the piercing at the mall with your wife. You instantly regretted your words but it was too late to take it back. Her glowing face fell into dismay and then lit up with rage

“Fuck you! Fuck you, Dad! Mom says men like like a little jewelry in cute, unexpected places. I thought you’d like it. But instead you act like this. I guess she’s right. I defended you, you know?! God, I really did. But no, I guess she’s right; you’re not a real man!”

“I didn’t mean- It came out wrong, I just-” you fumbled out.

It wasn’t about her. You were so stressed since her mom got angry at you and had been giving you the cold shoulder for months since.

“That’s not even an apology! You really are a fucking sissy! Mommy told me.”

Things had looked up when your wife started making lunch dates with you. Reconciliation seemed possible, inevitable even. …That was before this asshole at your work – Davide – started flirting blatantly with her whenever she came by. Before she started flirting back…With this jerk, the one who had beat you out for the promotion. The one who your wife had complained about for months after he came onto her at a staff holiday party and groped her ass. Yet now she couldn’t get enough of this sexist womanizer and his domineering attitude.

“I’m sorry! Shit. Your words hurt, too, you know?” you responded, tearing up a little. You couldn’t believe your wife had said these things to her daughter.

“Oh, poor baby. Baby’s little fee-fees are hurt are they? God. You’re such a crybaby. Of course a wimp like you would slut-shame your daughter. You have no power anymore so you lash out. Mom told me she stopped fucking you months ago, Daddy.”

Their flirtations had started eating into more and more of your lunch ‘dates’. Eventually you didn’t have time to go out so she brought in lunches. He’d asked where his was and she offered him half her sandwich and half of yours. ‘A big strong man like you needs more,’ she’d cooed. From then on she brought three lunches. One day she brought a meal she knew you were allergic to. ‘I know, Sweetie, but it’s his favorite and I never get to have it either. You can go out, right?’

“She told you that?” You were really tearing up now.

“Yeah, you pathetic baby! Maybe I am a slut but at least I can get some.”

You’d gone out for lunch, a feeling of dread in the pit of your stomach. When you came back you found them still in the break-room. She had her legs draped over his lap and was spooning the last bits of the meal into his mouth. She popped the same spoon into her mouth, savoring the dregs and saliva he’d left behind and emitting a satisfied little moan.

“I didn’t mean it! I’m sorry! I’m just stressed because of Mom. You’re not a slut, Sweetie.”

“Too little, too late, you worm! I’m proud to be a slut! I want to be one. Just like Mommy!”

‘Davide’s invited us to his place for drinks and games. Isn’t that nice, my darling husband?’ You could hear cruel irony in the way she said ‘darling husband’ but what could you do? The party was a small gathering of adult friends, both from work and outside. You all got drunk. Somehow they all seemed to be funneling the most drinks into you, though. And you could swear Davide’s manager, your ‘big boss’, purposefully held you up when Davide asked your wife to help him with something in the kitchen. You were almost too drunk to tell, but you were pretty sure the kitchen wasn’t upstairs…

You woke with a start, still in your rival’s living room, early morning sun streaming through blinds. Your wife was nowhere to be seen. Heard, though, definitely. You’d recognize those cries of ecstasy from anywhere. She used to make them with you. Used to. Half an hour later she emerged from upstairs, dressed only in the classic over-sized men’s button up shirt. It wasn’t yours.

‘Davide and I decided it was best to let you sleep it off, darling hubby. There wasn’t much more room on the couch so he let me sleep in his bed. Such a nice man. I don’t know why I used to complain about him so much. Guess I was just being a cranky bitch from lack of sex, y’know? Hehehe. Of course you know. Now make us all some breakfast will you? The kitchen’s right down the hall.’ Order issued, she she re-ascended the stairs. Soon you heard more loud thumping and cries, while you prepared coffee and eggs for three.

“Mommy told me she’s been cheating on you! What did she call it? Cuck-colding? I felt so bad for you. I yelled at her. It’s not right, I screamed. He’s a good man. Daddy’s even kinda hot, I said. She just laughed. I was furious, you know? If she wouldn’t show you affection, I would, I thought. What a silly bitch I was. I’ll have to apologize. Now I can see what she sees in you. I tried to show my body off to you. I offered up a peak of what I wanted to give you. And what do I get? Ridiculed by a pathetic, insecure cuck-cold.”

“Baby. No. I’m sorry. But you can’t talk like that. I mean, I’m flattered. It’s been so long since anyone wanted me. Especially someone so young and beautiful. Um. But no, it’s wrong.”

“God, you disgusting wimp! You’re not worthy of this. That’s why it’s wrong. You deserve nothing but humiliation. I need a real man to begin my slut journey with.”

“Darling, no, don’t say that. Your Mom is just angry and she’s…experimenting. We’ll work through it one way or another. But don’t think you need to offer up your body because of what happened. You’re a good girl.”

“Hehehehe. Good girls honor and obey their fathers. And I would have, believe me. I’m a very, very good girl. But you’re a worthless Daddy. This good girl needs to find a real Daddy to honor and obey. Mmmm. I’m going to take what you could have had and make you suffer with it. I’m going to walk around in the sluttiest outfits and never let you touch me, you maggot. I’m going to setup shop right here in your house and march a line of men between my legs. And you’ll be too pathetic to stop me, won’t you, Daddy? Mmmm, god, it’s delicious.”

You were too overwhelmed. You realized she was totally right. You were a spineless cuckold. You hung your head.

“You won’t dare tell Mommy, either, will you? No, you’re too ashamed. I think I want to keep my slut mission from her for a bit. I want to follow in her footsteps and then some. I want to become a better whore than she ever could be. Hmmm…yes! I have a wonderful idea. You know Davide moved to a condo just a few blocks away? Mom confided to me that he wanted to be closer so he could have her pussy whenever he wanted.”

“No…”

“Oh yes, Daddy. And if he likes that old thing…well, just think what our new neighbor will think of a factory fresh model? And maybe I’ll let him raw me, too. I am bound for Teen Mom, after all, isn’t that right?”

“No, please!”

“Yes! Hehehe, yes! Text him. Tell him Mommy wants to see him. Tell him she’s tired of these games and asked you to have him come over for a booty call. So humiliating! He’ll love it.”

You start crying. But for some reason you find yourself pulling out your phone and complying.

“Good boy. I think we just found a new Daddy for me.”

cheatingslutsarehot:

When your Daddy ‘accidentally’ walks in on me in the bath.

“Oh! Daddy! I mean, uh, Matt’s Daddy.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Stacy! I hadn’t heard any sound in a while and was afraid you’d slipped and needed help. I just rushed in without thinking. Not that I was listening at the door or anything!”

“No worry! That’s why I don’t lock the door. I want you to be able to burst in, um, y’know, in case anything happens.”

“That’s very sensible. My little girls always lock the door, no matter how many times I tell them it’s dangerous. What bad do they think is gonna happen if they don’t lock the door? I’ve only walked in a few times…”

“You’re very protective. That’s sweet. They should listen to you, trust you, Dadd- Mr. Connors – um, actually can I call you Daddy? It just feels right, y’know?”

“Of course, Stacy. Maybe you’ll be my daughter-in-law some day.”

“Thanks, Daddy! You can think of me as your little girl, too, okay? I’ll never lock my door on you. You’re so protective. It makes me feel comforted and safe. I don’t need locks when you’re around, Daddy. You just came right in to save me, without even, um, taking time to put on more than a towel.”

“Oh! I’m so sorry! I was just waiting to shower. Oh! And here I am staring at my son’s naked girlfriend. You’re obviously safe – I should go.”

“No, stay! I mean, it’s just I’m your little girl now. Nothing to be ashamed of. Daddies see their daughters naked all the time, right?”

“Heh, not this Dad. My girls are very firm on that point.”

“That’s not the only thing that’s firm, Daddy. No, don’t hide it! It’s only natural. And only fair I get to see something after you’ve seen so much of me. Mmmm, you do rise to the occasion. That towels not doing much good, you know? It would really be less scandalous if you took it off. ”

“I guess you have a point, Sta- um, little one.”

“Oh my, that is something, Daddy. The apple fell a little far from the tree in some departments, I guess.”

“Thanks, uh. Your proportions are very nice as well. Certainly bigger than my other girls.”

“Maybe that’s why they don’t want you to see them. Maybe they feel embarrassed. But all sizes are nice, Daddy. Especially in a cute younger girl. I’ll talk to them about it…Oh! I’ve kept you from your shower for so long! I’m so sorry, I guess I just let my mind wander off, thinking about how comfortable I feel here under your roof, near your big safe arms…Heh, sorry, I got carried away again. But the water’s still warm. Please, come in! No no, no, no need to be sheepish. Get in the bath with your daughter, Daddy, and let me make it up to you by washing your back…and maybe we can take care of some other, um, outstanding issues, before your wife sees… “

cheatingslutsarehot:

Wearing only a towel around your son.

I love seeing him try to discreetly sneak peaks. He gets so red and flustered the longer I hang around in my towel after showering. I loosen it just a bit, and look away at my phone. I pretend to be absorbed, not noticing my tits slowly pop out. Then I quickly look up directly at his face and ask some innocuous question about you: “When’s your daddy getting home from his business trip? I totally spaced it, hehe.”

Gosh, he’s so bad at acting like he wasn’t just staring at my boobs!

“I won’t tell on you if you want to throw a party. I know your little friends love any excuse to see me in my bikini. Haha, don’t try to deny it. I’ve seen the gawking. …Orrr, we could have our own private little pool party. Take some selfies with me; I’ll show off these two girls. You like these, right? Your daddy sure does, hehe. Anyway, post those selfies and you’ll be a legend among your friends and the ladies will get jealous and flock to you. Trust me. …What, don’t you think they’re good enough?” And I let the towel slip completely off…

cheatingslutsarehot:

When your son tells me he’s never seen tits as big as mine.

“Well you haven’t really seen them, have you, sweetie? Unless you’ve peaked on me in the shower?”

“Oh, umm, no of course not! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“Baby, baby, calm down. It’s only natural. I’m almost disappointing you haven’t tried to get a proper look.”

“Heh heh, it’s not that I don’t want to, trust me.”

“Mmmm, naughty boy. Maybe we can work on that. How many have you seen. Like, really, in person. What’s my competition?

“In person, like, really? Oh gosh, like at least, you know, like…none.”

“None?! A cute, virile young thing such as yourself should have a line of girls outside your door just begging you to cop a feel.”

“I wish. I’m, y’know, a…a virgin.”

“I’m shocked. Well, I guess you don’t really have much to go on. And here I was all flattered. All hot and bothered that this young stud liked these old tits of mine.”

“That’s crazy! I’ve seen you in your underwear…y’know, on laundry days. I can tell they’re very, uhh, impressive.”

“Your Dad thinks they’re a little too big…”

“What?! They’re…perfect.”

“That’s sweet, but you should really see them before you decide.”

“Oh, no I couldn’t, oh my god! I can’t believe you’re really-”

“Shhh, sweetie, no more talking, you really need to touch to make an evaluation. Mmmm, yeah, like that. Really feel all over. Ohhh. You’re so much more gentle than your father, and, mmm, stimulating. He’s so ham-fisted and clumsy, mmm, like an over-eager virgin. Are you sure he’s the more experienced one?

Haha, okay, now taste them. You need to get your mouth on a pair of tits before you can decide if you like them. Mmmm, oh god. You are amazing. I’m so wet now.

You deserve to take your dad’s place in bed with me. Mmm, let’s kick him out, haha, and tell him you’re the man of the house now. Oh yeah, bad boy, cuckolding your own father. Licking his girlfriend’s titties. Well, mmm, maybe former girlfriend. After we see how you perform in his bed…”

The rules were simple. When you collected her from wherever she was, you got to bring her home and fuck her. If you could get her to cry out your name, she was “reclaimed.”

The next time you failed to make her cry out your name, she was “emancipated” and would be free to seek out other lovers. She’d send you little videos of her calling out their names while she came. Eventually she’d get bored of them and ask you to “reclaim” her.

But this time had been ridiculous. She’s been away a whole month. It had never lasted more than a week. In the videos she’d been moaning “Daddy.” Must be a new kink. Her own father was long dead. Maybe that’s how these kinks got started? You followed the GPS coordinates she’d sent, eventually pulling up to an all too familiar address. …it couldn’t be…your own father’s house.

When your sister had bet a ‘facial’ in the poker game you were pretty sure she meant giving someone a treatment at the spa where she worked. Maybe she had, but as soon as your friend joked that it would be pretty weird for her brother to have to nut on her face she just winked at you and said ‘on the contrary, I think he just got new motivation to win.’

But you’d lost. You tried to be chivalrous and challenged your friend to an arm wrestling contest to call it off. When you pathetically lost that immediately he’d charged you with filming the event and sending it to her and him.

“We need some proof, after all. And I think I deserve some fap material for beating you two wonder-twins so thoroughly.”

“Okay, just a moment, bro. I need to take this top off. Don’t want to get it stained. Besides, if I’m going to be masturbation fodder, I want it to be good.”

princestdiaries:

Son, ever since your father knocked me up I’ve been overflowing with milk. Do you think you could help me out?

“Mooom, you’re so weird. Why do you have to be such a hippie? …uh, fine, do you want me to hold the breast pump or what?”

“Honey, you know we don’t buy mechanical doodads for tasks humans were built for already. Mother nature saw fit to give me this milk early and I don’t want it to go to waste.”

“I guess…I have sort of always wondered what it tastes like, you know? Is that weird?”

“Of course not, sweetie. It’s the most natural. We weren’t meant to steal milk from cows.”

“Okay…cool, I’ll try it. Can’t be worse than kefir. So you want to squeeze it into a jar or what?”

“Baby, I’m not a cow.”

“Okaaay, sooo…”

“Breasts are meant for sucking, son.”

“Gross, get Dad to do it.”

“He’s busy, son. Besides, he’s not my child to nourish. You are.”

“I can’t suck my Mom’s breasts!”

“You already have, honey.”

“I’m a sexually mature adult now! That’s not normal! What if it feels good or something? I’d be scarred for life.”

“Breast feeding can feel very…um…stimulating, honey. Don’t mean to blow your mind. Mother Nature doesn’t create firm boundaries society likes us to think it does. You are my son, but I even I can see you are an attractive young man now. Motherhood does not make me immune from the erotic sensation any woman would feel seeing you walk around shirtless, get sweaty playing basketball, or hug me with those strong arms, your toned pecs pressing into my perky and sensitive nipples…”

“Gosh Mom, you made your point. I’ll suck your nipples. Just don’t freak out if I get a boner. It’s just what ‘Mother Nature’ intended and all.”

“We are all bound to the whims of Nature and our earthly desires, son. This is a safe space. We can express our bodies and ourselves without fear of judgment. …Actually, why don’t you just take your clothes off entirely? Nothing I haven’t seen before. It will help you feel more natural, relaxed, free of society’s artificial strictures. …Good. No, no need to hide your natural arousal. Come here, now. Yes, take my clothes off, fully, would you? Good.”

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“It just tastes so good, honey! It’s not cheating…really! Duh, cause he said so!… Because you’re the same blood! It’s basically the same as your dick…just bigger. Because he’s the ‘big brother’….No, I don’t think that’s supposed to be about age, silly. Why would someone seven years younger than you be called ‘bigger’ if that were true?…No, your sister told me. She said he was the ‘big brother’ and I didn’t believe her either but then I bet her to ‘prove it’ and she pulled down his pants and showed me right there. So of course I had to offer a forfeit for being wrong. Your sister peed in my mouth. That didn’t taste great. Your brother said he should get the same, but he started fucking my face! Of course I tried to pull away! But then he told me how it wasn’t cheating because you’re of the same blood and how ‘big brothers’ have to ensure their little brothers’ girls know how to please. …Yeah, that’s how I got so good at head. You’re welcome. …Yeah, at least it’s only in the mouth. He never finishes in my pussy…”

He’d pushed you around since you were little kids, calling you a sissy, a faggot. He pulled your long hair and shoved you in grade school. Over the years he upgraded to holding you down and pinching your nose so you had to open your mouth to breathe. Then he’d spit in it and make you swallow; later, piss.

It’s little wonder when puberty hit that your hormone filled mind turned to thoughts of the only intimate encounters you’d ever known. You felt so ashamed that for a few years you learned to dress less feminine and found that he left you alone, mostly. But you missed him. You grew your hair back out, wore tighter jeans, brighter colors. That got his attention again. By senior year not a day went by that he didn’t find some opportunity to shove you, trip you, slap your ass and laugh. You missed his fluids, though…

You went away for college, earning a BFA in poetry. You tried to date girls, boys , but no one could give you the treatment you craved. Everyone was confused when you moved back home after graduating magna cum laude and took a job at the construction company where your old bully was now a foreman. He took endless pleasure in belittling and messing with you. Begging him to stop got him real riled up, so when you did so around Easter and he made some joke about dressing like a bunny and kissing his god-damned dick, you fucking pussy, you jumped at it.

He shared the pics with his friends and word got out. Your progressive family was so eager to prove that they were down with it that your mom booked you some appointments without asking. Shame and fascination drove you on and before you knew it you were taking hormones and electrolysis without much thought beyond that it would probably drive your bully wild.

It did. He told you if you were going to dress like a sissy full time you should act like one. He got you a job as secretary for the construction company. Mostly you were his personal assistant, tasked with looking cute and fulfilling his every command…