This is my first attempt at submitting a story. I'd like to give the reader fair warning that this is a novella and is over an hour long read. I think if you give it a chance, that you will find it suspenseful, descriptive, and erotic. I truly hope you will enjoy reading this account of my life as it is not a made up tale. It is a collection of real life events experienced by my wife and I.
What started out as pure fantasy evolved into something much more real and may not be tuned to everyone's erotic preferences. I have been a long time consumer of stories on Literotica and have enjoyed many of your tales. Primarily, I have read stories about Loving Wives and even some Taboo/Incest. They have fueled a sexual awakening in myself that I did not know I had and led me down the path to the most incredible sexual experience of my life. For that I thank all of the writers who came before me and put words to paper.
This community has not only given me the gift of making my fantasy come true, but it has also helped me to deliver on my promise to my loving wife of helping her to achieve sexual satisfaction. Thank you for taking me down this path, and more importantly, thank you for joining me here to read this submission. Hopefully this will lead to more writings in the future, both biographical and fictitious in nature. Without further ado, this is the story of how I finally convinced my wife to have sex with another man.
My name is Aaron. I am in my late 20s, six foot tall, in good shape, athletic, and have always had a high sex drive. I am successful in my career, and while not rich by any sense of the word, my wife Victoria and I do not want for anything...except for my sexual desires, that is.
Victoria is amazing. She is part Latina, with flawless olive skin, a petite 5'5", but what she lacks in height, she makes up for with her amazing body. Her body is tight. She spends 6 days a week in the gym. Toned, tanned, and with her 32 DD implants and impeccable hourglass shape, she is every man's dream; everything I could have asked for in a wife and partner. Our only incompatibility is that her sex drive is extremely low.
Sure, we have sex at least once a week. She certainly enjoys herself, or at least claims to, but she rarely orgasms, and when she does, it usually makes her insecure. This has led me down a depressing hole of porn and fantasy, oftentimes reading other stories of lust on Literotica to help fill my void. It's not that I don't want her, but it has been difficult on me not being able to satisfy her in the way that I wish I could.
Victoria and I married young. We had only ever been with each other. There have been times that the thought of being with someone else had briefly crossed my mind, but deep down, I could never do that to her. She was the only one I ever wanted. When we have sex now, its is usually her that initiates because I hate feeling like I am forcing her into it. Like I said, we both enjoy sex, but for her its not a priority. She mostly does it for me because she knows I want it. I know what you are all thinking, "Well, Aaron, you're definitely not doing it right then."
I've asked her many times, "What can I do to help you enjoy this more?" And we have come up with different ways to help her overcome her insecurities and enjoy sex, and occasionally have an orgasm, but never how I had hoped it would go. I have told her many times that she should try having sex with another man. That maybe someone with a bigger penis or more experience would be able to please her in a way that I can't. I'm not ashamed of myself or my abilities, but I definitely recognize and acknowledge my shortcomings.
When it comes to manhood, I am not undersized, but I'm not winning any big dick competitions either. On a good day, I'm a shade over six inches and average girth. She insists that it's the perfect size for her, and that any bigger would be too much for her small frame. I've even tried using girth and length increasing penis sleeves. We love to use sex toys in the bedroom, but the first time I brought out the penis sleeve, she flat out refused until I took it off.
I was crushed. I was almost certain that she would not only love the "new me" so much that she'd insist that I wear it all the time, but I was also hoping it would lead her down the path to my ultimate fantasy of watching her have sex with another man. So much for that fantasy. All I wanted was for my wife to be pleased sexually, whether it was from myself or another made no difference to me. I just wanted once to see her in the throes of ecstasy.
This escapade all started a few years ago when Victoria and I went to the Castle Megastore, a local adult shop that we frequently visit. We were in the market for a new WeVibe, a U-shaped vibrator that the woman inserts into her vagina so that part of the vibrator rests on the woman's clitoris while the male feels the vibrations that travel along the vibrator into the vagina. We had successfully burned out the motor in the one we owned and were now looking to upgrade to the newest model, and maybe get her in some kinky lingerie while I was at it. If anything, I could always convince her to throw on some stockings and a garter belt, and if I was really lucky, some slutty heels.
While perusing the aisles, we came upon the penis sleeves. I grabbed one that offered a 2 inch extension and an additional inch of girth and said, "What do you think babe, can we finally try one?" Her look was one of complete disappointment.
"Not this again. I told you, I like your dick just fine. I don't need anything bigger," she exclaimed.
Downtrodden and clearly no longer in the mood to be at the adult store, I pleaded, "I really wish you would just try it. I really think if you had something bigger to work with, it would open you up to new experiences and new heights of pleasure that I haven't been able to give you. If not with me, I wish you'd at least let me set you up with someone who had a bigger dick and more experience who could maybe...just maybe, help you to enjoy sex a little bit more."
Something in her look changed. Like she was seeing the real me for the first time. "This is really something you want, isn't it," she said. "Not just some wild fantasy that you'll immediately regret."
"Yes!" I gasped. "I would do anything for you. I just want to see you enjoy sex as much as I enjoy it with you, especially if that means seeing you with another man."
Her look returned to normal. "Well, I just cannot do that Aaron. I'm afraid that if I were to be with another man, that you just wouldn't be able to see me as the same person anymore. It will totally change our relationship, and do who knows what to our marriage; even with your blessing. Even worse, what if I develop feelings for whoever it is you set me up with? What if he does pleasure me more than you ever have and then he is all I want? I'm just not willing to take that risk. Besides, who would ever want to take you up on such a crazy offer?"
I literally laughed out loud. "Are you kidding me, look at you? You're sexier than any porn-star in any of the videos in this place. I could literally find any Joe on the street and they'd take me up on that offer in an instant. Craigslist personals may be gone, but hookup apps are all the rage. I'd wager that I could find exactly what I have in mind on Tinder in under a week."
"No!" she again exclaimed. "I'm too afraid that I'd develop feelings for someone else." She hugged me for what seemed like an awkwardly long time, considering we were still in the adult store surrounded by silicone penises and porn. When she let go of me, she looked into my eyes longingly, hoping that I'd drop the subject.
"What If I could find someone that you couldn't possibly fall in love with, would you consider it then?" I said.
She exhaled, "in the highly unlikely scenario where you find someone who fits that criteria, I'll at least consider it."
I took that as a victory and we continued to shop for what we had originally come to the store looking for. We left with the WeVibe3 with wireless remote control, an emerald green lingerie set, complete with strappy bra, thong, and garter belt, and a pair of tan stockings. I was totally high on life. I could not wait to get home and make love to Victoria.
We got home and she promptly slid into her new lingerie set. I sat on the bed and stared at her as she slid the stockings up her smooth tanned legs. We shared a giggle as she fumbled with the clasps of her garter straps, struggling as always to clasp the back of her stockings. "Do you need a hand?" I asked.
"I thought you'd never ask," she played. She slowly scooted her round butt towards the foot of the bed, and I slowly caressed her leg from heel to ass before I finally clasped her garter. She finally turned around and exclaimed, as if I had not been watching her through the full length mirror on the wall directly across from the foot of our King bed, "What do you think?"
"You are the sexiest woman alive," I said to her. "I would do anything for you."
She replied, "I know you would, and that is why I love you so damn much. Now let's try out the new WeVibe!"
She was at least as excited as I was. I immediately pulled her close and had her straddle me as I embraced her and gave her a long, deep kiss. I caressed her nylon clad legs as she proceeded to grind on my lap, but I was already rock hard. I relished the vision of my sexy wife mounting me in the mirror. I grabbed her ass with both hands and gave it a big squeeze. She squealed in delight. Victoria ripped off my shirt and we fell to the bed. She hopped off me and quickly released the button to my pants and removed both them and my boxers in a quick tug.
I again sat up so I could watch in the mirror. She straddled me once again, and put her delicious breasts to my face, allowing me to bury my head in them, only surfacing for air. I flipped her to the bed, and proceeded to explore every inch of her body from neck to thigh with my tongue. Victoria moaned in pleasure, but I knew it was more for my benefit than a sound of delight.
I traced the lines of her thong with my tongue, ever so delicately awakening her vagina. She began to push back against my face. Once she was warmed up, I pulled aside her panties and made several full length swipes of her vagina with my tongue, making sure to put extra pressure on the hood of her clitoris. This time, she did moan in pleasure.
I continued the routine until she became frustrated and pulled me up for a sloppy kiss, licking her juices from my face. She rarely got off from oral. She'd often get close, but as she reached her peak, everything would become too sensitive and she'd stop me from continuing. Alas, here we were again.
I grabbed the WeVibe, lubed it up, and slid it into place in Victoria's now slippery crevasse. I let her set the vibrations with the remote, and then I helped her by rubbing her vagina with my hand while she pressed back against me. We made out while she enjoyed the feeling of the vibrations hitting her directly on the clit and traveling into her hole. Her moans increased in pace, but were practically a whisper, like she didn't want anyone to know that she was actually enjoying this. After a few minutes, she finally bucked her hips once, pressing her vagina into my hand for several seconds, before letting out one final moan. A minor orgasm! I considered this a good day.
She recovered her breath for half a minute before rolling over to the nightstand and grabbing me a condom. I put it on and positioned myself on the edge of the bed, back in front of the mirror. Victoria strutted back around, making sure I was able to see all of her curves move and bounce and she prepared to mount my fully erect cock. She straddled me once more, pulled her thong to the side, and positioned my dick at the entrance to her tunnel.
Victoria then bottomed out in one quick movement, taking all of my six inches at once. She rode me in that position for a few minutes, putting on a show on my behalf. I could tell her legs were tiring, so I sat up to help her by supporting her ass with my hands. It also had the added benefit of me being able to watch in the mirror while her vagina swallowed my dick whole.
I loved watching from his position. I could see her entire glorious backside, but all I saw of me were my legs and my dick inside her beautiful vagina. It made it easy for me to fantasize that she was fucking another man, so that's exactly what I did. I pretended that I was watching her enjoy fucking a complete stranger.
After about a minute, it was too much fantasy for me to take and I held her down, taking my dick to the hilt, and I emptied my balls into her vagina. Into the condom was more accurate. We fell into a heap on the bed and cuddled for a few minutes before getting up and showering off. I was satisfied, but my head was still filled with filthy thoughts of Victoria fucking another man. I really needed help one way or another. I was starting to become obsessed.
It had been a few weeks since the trip to Castle Megastore, and several unremarkable love making sessions later when the idea that would change our lives finally struck me. I want to say that I had given her proposal a lot of thought, but between work and life, I hadn't really thought about trying to find someone who she could not fall in love with. At least not much. This one particular Friday, however, the answer finally hit me like a ton of bricks.
Her parents had come over for dinner, as we had them over once a month to catch up and spend time together. I was speaking to her dad, Papa Joe, as we call him, when Victoria excused herself to make another drink. As she left the table, I watched as Papa Joe's eyes ever so slightly diverted from our conversation to watch his daughter as she sauntered over to the kitchen to fix another cocktail.
I remembered a similar situation from a story I had read on Literotica when a man convinced his wife to have sex with her Dad. This was it! This was my eureka moment. I would convince Victoria somehow to have sex with Papa Joe. That slight loss of concentration where his eyes followed his own daughter's ass gave him away. Now, if I could only convince Victoria.
The rest of the evening was a blur. I couldn't focus on anything but the filthy thoughts that had buried themselves in my brain like a worm. How would I even begin to broach the subject with Victoria. She'd definitely have to be buzzed. Good thing she was already several cocktails in.
I suggested one more as a nightcap after her parents said their goodbyes and departed for the evening, and thankfully she accepted. I made sure to put a little extra vodka in her vodka cranberry. Not enough to get her wasted, but just enough to loosen her inhibitions, and hopefully help to get me laid before bed. We sat on the couch by the fireplace enjoying our drinks and each other's company, admiring her beautiful face and her amazing body in the sexy but fairly conservative maxi dress that she was wearing. I finally worked up the courage to bring up Papa Joe.
"So babe, I noticed something tonight, and it gave me an idea that I haven't been able to get out of my head. Please hear me out before you stop me. So at one point during dinner tonight, you got up to go to the kitchen for another drink. Well, I couldn't help but notice your Dad all but gawking at your ass as you walked away. But it was then that I realized, he's perfect."
"Aaron, I know where this is headed...please don't say it," Victoria pleaded.
"Seriously though," I continued, "you'd never fall in love with him in that way and you couldn't leave me for him. He's perfect...please consider it, for me."
"I can't believe you are suggesting that I have sex with my own father, do you hear yourself right now, Aaron? What makes you think I would EVER consider this? Not to mention, that I don't believe for one second that he was staring at my ass. It was probably all in your perverted little head. More importantly, how would we even make it happen between us? Its not like we can just straight up ask him to fuck me."
"Good point. I didn't quite think that through," I relented. "But listen...he's a good looking guy. He's in shape, he's only in his 50s, AND... he already loves you. Trust me when I say, he would definitely be interested. I'm sure we could figure out how to get him to make a move."
Victoria still wasn't convinced, but at least I had the seed planted. She claimed that she was tired from preparing and serving dinner, and that she was heading to bed. I wasn't getting lucky that night, so I reluctantly joined her in bed, but my mind was racing and I couldn't even begin to sleep. I tossed and turned for an hour, desperately trying to come up with a way to both prove to Victoria that her dad would in fact be interested in her sexually and then somehow get them in a situation where they could act on those desires.
Once Victoria was asleep I made my way to the home office and began to consult some professionals. I logged into Literotica and read for hours. Loving wives, taboo/incest, story after story. Some good, some average...some helpful, some unbelievable. But even such, just a short while ago I would have considered my situation unbelievable. I couldn't believe I even brought it up to Victoria. It could have totally blown up in my face, so all things considered, I was doing pretty well.
Finally I came across a story with a similar situation. It was almost too perfect. At next month's dinner I would set up a hidden camera to capture Papa Joe's reactions to Victoria. She'd have to pull out all the stops...elaborate dinner, and dressed to the nines. It would be tough to convince her, but I was confident that if I could pull that off, my dream of seeing her with another man was as good as done.
I retreated to the bedroom, finally satisfied that I had a plan. I joined Victoria in bed and noticed that she had quite the satisfied grin as I kissed her goodnight. I could only imagine what she was dreaming of, but I knew exactly what images would be flooding my dreams that evening. I couldn't wait to get up and start making them a reality.
When I finally got up, I was eager to fill Victoria in on my plans, but decided not to bombard her first thing in the morning, and to just let last night's conversation marinate in her mind. I needed to be convincing but not overbearing. I needed her to want it as much as me, otherwise the efforts were pointless. If she felt pressured or disgusted by the act, she would never actually enjoy herself, which was the primary reason for wanting this to happen in the first place. Obviously, I would enjoy the visuals of her fucking another man either way, but what I really wanted was to see her achieving pure sexual bliss.
I was encouraged by the fact that even though she said no, she continued explaining why it wouldn't work. She did not say that she was disgusted by the idea.. This told me that she might be able to be convinced to be open to it, but maybe was just doubtful of being able to pull it off. I continued to plan things over in my head the next few days, making sure not to mention anything sexual to Victoria in the slightest. I could tell that she was actually visibly bothered by my sudden "lack" of sex drive. Inside I was a complete mess, but outside I played it cool.
Victoria, on the other hand, was unusually sexual. Lots of touching, hugging, light petting, deep kisses randomly throughout the day. It was clear she was getting herself worked up. I rolled with her advances, but never followed through on them. It took all of my effort to hold back. I could tell it was driving her mad. Meanwhile, I had been combing through my plan with a fine toothed comb, desperate to ensure there were no holes or weak spots.
I decided to use my frequent business trips as an excuse. I had monthly trips that would take me out of town for several days at a time. I'd usually drive if it was only a few hours away, but sometimes I'd fly. This would give Papa Joe the opportunity to come over and make his move unencumbered. The real trick was getting him alone with Victoria on other pretenses.
Victoria typically tells her mom everything. They are like best friends, always on the phone, or texting. They have talked several times about her sexual frustration and how it was a strain on our marriage. I decided to use that to my advantage. Playing into the fact that I would have Victoria dress and act outwardly sexual during our next dinner, I would confront her mom after the dinner and ask her to have Papa Joe check in on Victoria during my next business trip under the guise that I was concerned about our marriage. Just a small well being check from Papa Joe on his way home from work. Our house was on his way home anyway. Once I had them both alone in the house, it would be up to Victoria to convince him to seal the deal.
It had been two weeks since I had originally proposed the idea to Victoria. She was obviously horny, which she would get on occasion if it had been awhile since we had had sex. Two weeks was the longest we had gone since we got married. I was a ball of nerves. I had masturbated a few times, but it had done nothing to quell my thoughts of Victoria with Papa Joe.
Finally, one Friday evening, Victoria grabbed my hand as we were enjoying drinks on the couch and watching a movie. "Tell me how it would work," she said quietly.
My eyes got wide and my heart leaped into my throat. Did she just say what I think she said? I didn't want to be presumptuous, but my heart rate just about doubled. I hadn't had butterflies in my stomach like this since the time I first asked Victoria on a date.
She turned toward me and grabbed my hand with both of hers and looked me right in the eyes. "You know what I mean. I know you have everything planned out. Tell me how to make it work with my Dad. I want to give it a try."
I couldn't believe this was happening. I was stupefied. It was like my brain went to complete mush. My greatest sexual desire was coming true. My wife had agreed to have sex with another man. The fact that the man we had chosen was her father made it doubly exciting. Two forbidden acts in one single deed.
I finally gathered myself and started revealing my plan to her, talking at what had to be a million miles a minute. Not only did she keep up, but she seemed genuinely interested and impressed. She agreed that over the next two weeks that she would play up the sex and marital issues with her mom when they talked, laying the groundwork for the request at the next dinner. We made plans for what she would wear and how she should act, walking a fine line between loving daughter and sexual temptress.
We used her upcoming birthday as an excuse for a fancier dinner than usual. She would break out the fine china and silverware and make an elaborate steak and lobster dinner. Victoria decided on a fabulous dress that she wore to a friend's wedding a few years ago. Nothing too fancy, but it showed her off in all the right places. Hemmed at mid-thigh and deep cleavage, it was almost painted onto her finely toned body. It was a silvery gray number that she would pair with 5 inch black pumps. I could hardly wait, and even more importantly, I could tell that she was eager too.
After all the planning was done, the sexual tension between us was through the roof. We tore each other's clothes off and I had her right there on the couch, where in a few weeks, I hoped her Dad would be doing the same. Again, she didn't orgasm, but we did end up a hot, sweaty mess by time we were through. We retreated to bed and both fell asleep completely satisfied.
The day of Victoria's birthday dinner had finally arrived. I actually did most of the cooking as she prepared herself, both mentally and physically, to plant the seeds of seduction into her father's head. If he responded like I expected, there would be no way that he didn't confirm my beliefs to Victoria before the night was over. As I prepared the dinner, I set up a small hidden nanny camera in the dining room, facing Papa Joe's normal seat. I would definitely be getting proof of his lustful incestuous stares at my wife and his daughter.
Victoria came down from our room about 30 minutes before her parents were set to arrive to lay out the table settings. I turned around as I heard her stilettos making the distinctive "clip clop" on the hardwood floor. My jaw hit the floor when I saw her. She was absolutely stunning. Flawless natural makeup, with just a hint of shadowy eyes. And that dress! I could bounce a quarter off her ass. I gave her a deep kiss and smacked her ass as she walked past.
"Ah ah, not tonight," she said. "I'm saving myself for my Daddy."
My knees almost gave out. "Holy fuck, that is the fucking hottest thing I have ever heard you say," I somehow managed to stutter.
"I thought that might get a rise out of you," she snickered with a wink.
I couldn't take my eyes off of her as she set the table. As I was staring, the smoke alarm went off. "Jesus, you're so hot, you set off the smoke alarm," I commented.
"I think you better check your steaks there, Bobby Flay," she retorted.
That evil minx. She knew I hated Bobby Flay. I responded by butchering one of my favorite Ari Gold quotes from Entourage, "Nobody makes my wife eat at Bobby Flay's," but it went straight over her head. We both got back to the tasks at hand and awaited the arrival of her parents.
Her parents finally arrived, and we both greeted them at the door with hugs like we hadn't seen them in months. Everything was always a big how-to-do with Victoria's family. We made small talk in the foyer until I took the bottle of wine from Salma, Victoria's mother, and led everyone to the dining room. As we turned, I heard Salma remark to her daughter, "That's quite the dress Mija, you look beautiful, but I feel under-dressed." Victoria set her at ease and told her that she felt like doing something fancy for her birthday but didn't want to trouble them with dressing up, and that she was perfectly happy to have them as they were.
Everyone took their places at the table and Victoria and I began to serve dinner. Victoria made everyone cocktails while I got the dinner ready to serve. The steaks filled the room with a savory aroma that you would expect from an old Italian steakhouse. I served Salma and myself and then took a seat to chat with Papa Joe. Victoria returned with her and Papa Joe's plates, but as she served him, she made a deliberate effort to bend at the waist and give him an eyeful of her bountiful cleavage.
I was amused and almost let out a little snort as Papa Joe performed the move that all guys think they have mastered, but really is quite obvious. He continued to look straight ahead, but his eyes were obviously looking right down his daughter's dress. He was clearly taking in her wonderfully plump DDs that were now on show, unknowingly, just for him. Victoria lingered and then left to grab her plate and returned.
Everyone thoroughly enjoyed the dinner, drinks, and conversation. As we were celebrating Victoria's birthday early, her parents had brought a gift, so we began to clear the table. Victoria repeated her display for Papa Joe in reverse, but as she rose, she stumbled just a bit in her high heels. As she regained her balance with the help of the table, Papa Joe brazenly steadied her by placing his hand on her hip, letting it linger longer than any father should with his daughter.
I let out a little smirk as I returned to my seat. Victoria then approached me and asked to help her prepare another round of drinks in the kitchen. We retreated to the kitchen and she ever so casually whispered in my ear, "Did you see that? He just grabbed my ass when I stumbled."
"I know," I replied. "Did you plan that? He's been staring at your tits all night."
"No," she admitted. "But you definitely have me convinced that he's at least somewhat interested. No need to show me your secret nanny cam recording."
I laughed, almost a little too loudly.
"You have my permission to proceed with the rest of the set up," she said.
I gave her a kiss on the cheek and returned with the drinks, leaving one for Victoria to deliver to Papa Joe. Somehow everything had gone perfectly. We enjoyed the rest of the evening celebrating Victoria, her continually teasing her poor father and Salma otherwise oblivious to my wife's advances on her husband. I was getting so worked up watching the display. I had to give myself a few extra seconds when we got up to conclude the evening and say our goodbyes.
As we walked back to the foyer, I gave Victoria and Papa Joe some one on one time at the door as I held back Salma to have our important chat. This was the make or break part of the evening. If Victoria had done her part over the past two weeks setting the stage with our so called "marital issues," Salma should be eager to send Papa Joe to check on their baby girl.
"Hey Mom, can I have a quick chat?" I asked her. We hung back by the kitchen, out of sight from Victoria and her Dad. "I'm sure Victoria has told you, but things have been a little stale between us lately," I remarked.
"She did mention that you two had been having some troubles," she responded.
I solemnly nodded and looked at my feet, hoping I was selling it. "I was wondering if you could have Papa Joe come by and check on Victoria while I'm away on my trip next week. I typically get back on Friday, but wasn't able to get a flight that evening, and won't be returning until Saturday morning," I told her. "I just want to make sure she's OK. She shouldn't be alone for too long. That's not asking too much of you guys, is it?"
"Nonsense," Salma exclaimed. "You know we would do anything for you two. I'll have Joe swing by on his way home from work."
"Thank you so much," I said as I gave her a big hug. "You have no idea how much this means. Victoria will be thrilled to have a visit while I'm away."
We rejoined Victoria and her father in the foyer. We said our goodbyes interlaced with hugs. Victoria made sure to give Papa Joe a big kiss on the cheek while pressing her perfect voluptuous breasts against his chest, causing her cleavage to spill out of the top of her dress even more. She casually lifted a leg just like a starlet in the Hollywood movies would do, causing quite the scene, and all but forcing Papa Joe to wrap his arms around her perfect ass to steady themselves before she clumsily knocked them over. Victoria casually played it off as having a few too many vodka cranberries. Her parents finally made their way to their car and we closed the door on them and the make or break evening, hoping the groundwork was laid.
"You magnificent, filthy girl!" I exclaimed as I embraced her tightly while lifting her by grabbing her tight butt and twirling her in a circle before gently setting her back to the ground.
"How did it go with my Mom?" she asked eagerly, an almost desperate, pleading look on her face.
"As well as we could have hoped," I responded. She couldn't agree fast enough to send Papa Joe over to check on you. She'd do anything to "save" our marriage." I couldn't believe the sudden change in my wife. I had never seen her like this before. She was absolutely radiant. I could literally see her becoming flush with color from her breasts to her face. She wanted this more than I had hoped.
"Great!" she exclaimed. "I can't believe I actually did that. I was so nervous the entire night. How did I do?"
I almost scoffed. "Um, you were incredible. Your Dad couldn't take his eyes off you, and your mom didn't seem to catch on to anything. It all seemed very natural. I was actually impressed with how well you pulled it all together."
She shrunk away. "I felt like such a hussy. I thought everyone could see right through me. My legs were practically shaking the entire night. Everything was like a blur, I have no idea how I kept my composure throughout it all," she admitted.
I reassured her, "You were amazing. You were dripping with class and sex appeal. I don't think anyone could have done a better job under the circumstances. I have never been so hot for you in my life. I literally had to hide a hard-on all night long. I could take you right here, right now in the doorway."
That brought back her confidence and a tad of devilishness. "I know, my panties are practically sopping wet. I'm surprised there's not a puddle at my feet. But no, as horny as I am, I want to save myself for my Dad. I want to ride this high as long as I can and make Friday night as special as can be. I feel like a girl again about to lose my virginity," she confessed.
And there it was...said so casually and so candidly. I was already being cuckolded by my wife. She had fully bought in to the idea of not just having sex with another man, but cuckolding me with her own father. At first I was stung by her rejection. I wanted her bad, and I wanted her now, but deep down I knew that I wanted this fantasy to come true even more. I would need to give her the space she requested. There was no backing out now. I had opened Pandora's box...or Jocasta's box, as it was. Soon, it would be Papa Joe delighting himself by opening up Victoria's box.
I knew these feelings would eventually work their way into my head. It was important that I focused on the goal of providing my wife with an opportunity to experience more sexual pleasure than she ever did with me. More importantly, Victoria needed to be as excited about this as I was if she was to truly enjoy herself. This was about her, I reminded myself. I'll enjoy watching and hopefully hearing her cum with another man. But this was why we chose Papa Joe. She wouldn't leave me for him. This was all about her pleasure. I would have to choke down my newfound insecurities.
I kissed Victoria on her cheek and told her that I loved her. As we cleaned up from dinner in mostly silence, I'd occasionally glance over at her. She was glowing...obviously proud of her efforts this evening. Rightfully so. We made our way to the bedroom and undressed. We cuddled in bed for a bit while watching a show. Eventually we both drifted off to sleep, her blissfully, myself anxious. Tomorrow would begin our preparations for the final chapter of this book, starting with me calling in sick for my business trip and loading the house with several more nanny cams.
The next several days were a blur. I got busy setting up the cameras while Victoria built her courage and maintained her sexual tension by being overtly handsy with me, flaunting her amazing body that I could now just observe and not touch. She was driving me wild. I had to make sure the camera placement was perfect. They had to be unseen by Papa Joe, yet be positioned well enough that I did not miss any of the action. I instructed Victoria on the location of the cameras and where the best viewing angles would be. I told her to do her best to make the videos look good, but her priority should be herself. I also made sure to keep my car in the garage so it appeared that I was on my trip.
Finally the day had come. It was Friday, the day Salma promised she would send Papa Joe to check on Victoria to make sure she was coping with my absence. I was making the final preparations with the house while Victoria pampered herself and prepared her body for her Dad and her incestuous and adulterous evening. I made sure to park my car a few blocks away in case Papa Joe went into the garage for some reason.
Victoria bathed with bath salts, shaving her entire body, ensuring she was as smooth as the day she was born. I watched her as she painstakingly applied lotion to every inch of her skin. She smelled like heaven with her Victoria's Secret Pear Glacé lotion, the same scent she used to wear when we started dating. It was obvious that she was enjoying getting ready for her Dad and it was making me crawl out of my skin.
She oozed sex appeal. She obviously knew that I was watching her as she slowly massaged the lotion into her breasts. She even went as far to give me a devious wink as she dabbed her neck and wrists with perfume before giving one last spray to her vagina. Victoria painstakingly applied her eye liner and lipstick, taking great care as she observed her reflection in the mirror. Then, once she was satisfied, she slowly sauntered over to me, purposefully stepping one foot directly in front of the other, ensuring her hips popped as she walked.
She leaned over me on the bed and planted a deep, passionate kiss on my mouth. "Thank you for making this day happen," she said. "I wouldn't have found this sexual energy if it wasn't for your insistence. I know you're enjoying taking in the sight of me getting ready, but I'd really like to be alone with my thoughts for this next part. I've picked out something special to wear for my Dad, and I want him to be the first to see me in it. I hope you understand."
My stomach sunk, and my heart leaped. The time was really here. I couldn't stop this even if I wanted to. My Victoria was doing this with or without me. I quietly and somewhat sheepishly returned her kiss. "Of course baby. I love you. Do whatever you need," I choked out.
As I left the room and closed the door behind me, I was shaking. I had never been so nervous. The anticipation was excruciating. I had finally gathered my courage as I heard her turn on some music to ready herself. TLC's "Red Light Special," how appropriate I thought. I knew it was deliberate on her part. She had often said that Red Light Special always got her in the mood for sex, but this time it was different. She knew I was just outside the door and that I could hear it loud and clear. She was getting ready for sex, and I was not invited, another reminder that everything that was about to happen was my idea.
I somehow made my way to the basement to plant myself in front of my multi-screen computer. I pulled up all of the cameras and settled in for my evening. This was it. The next time I saw my wife, she'd be a new woman and I would be a cuckold.
It was getting late. Almost 6:30. Papa Joe still had not arrived and I had yet to see Victoria make her way into the view of any of the cameras. I didn't know if she was still in our room, or if she was elsewhere in the house. I almost fell out of my chair when I heard the doorbell.
Victoria finally appeared, almost out of thin air. She stood tall as she sauntered to the door with a sense of determination and confidence. I was dumbfounded at the sight of her, and at the same time incredibly thankful that I had splurged on the high definition cameras. She was breathtaking. I knew that she was drop dead gorgeous, but I had never seen her like this, even in her bridal lingerie. All I could do was stare as she appeared to move in slow motion.
She wore the tightest of mini skirts. A gold sequined number that hugged all of her curves and delightfully showed off her hips and muscled ass. It was high waisted and came just up to her belly button, but not so high that she didn't show off her belly piercing. It was so short that it ever so slightly showed off the top of her tan stockings and had a small slit at the top of her left leg, showing off just a bit more.
The stockings were so sheer that if it wasn't for the hint of stocking top showing underneath her skirt, I wouldn't have known they were there at all. I followed her legs down to her exquisite calves. Perfectly toned and tanned ending in an incredibly high pair of tan pumps with a double ankle strap. She had to take half steps as she was essentially walking on her tip-toes.
For her top, she was covered even less than she was by her skirt. Victoria donned her breasts in a tight, gold, midriff revealing tank top. Her abs glistened and flexed as she walked, a hint of glitter shimmering in the light. Her breasts were fighting to break free, the material straining beneath their weight.
The entire outfit must have cost a small fortune. She certainly took her time picking out her look for the evening. Victoria's long hair cascaded over her shoulders. I thought to myself, "how would she explain this sight to her father?" but she was confident as she reached for the door handle. I sat back and watched the show begin.
Papa Joe was visibly taken aback as Victoria greeted him. "Hi Daddy, what brings you here?" she beamed, greeting him with a kiss on the cheek.
"Uh, um, just stopping by on my way home from work," he stuttered, clearly not prepared for this level of sexuality from his daughter. "Your mother suggested that we look in on you while Aaron was away on his trip, but it looks like you were headed out." His eyes almost bulged out of his head. It was taking all of his strength to not stare at her tits right underneath his nose.
"Oh this?" she motioned. "I was about to head out with some girlfriends for birthday drinks."
He deflated. "Oh, I see."
She immediately picked him up. "Don't worry about that. Come on in. We can have some drinks here. I can meet up with them another time."
He played coy, but there was no way he was rejecting this invitation. "Are you sure Mija? You've clearly gone through a lot of effort for your evening."
"You have no idea," I said to no one in particular.
She insisted and dragged him to the couch. "Have a sit while I make us some drinks," she said. She took his hand and led him to the living room, making sure he was comfortable and visible in my cameras. She strutted over to start the fireplace, and then disappeared to make drinks. Papa Joe's eyes never left his daughter, craning his neck as she walked into the kitchen, her stilettos making the distinct clip-clop sound as she left her dad in a stupor.
She returned with two highballs and a bottle of vodka as she delicately took a seat next to her father, closer than any daughter should. She crossed her legs toward Papa Joe and handed him his drink. "I'm glad you came by, Daddy" she said. "It's been a lonely week with Aaron gone."
He leaned toward her, gathering her essence. "You know I'm always here for you Mija. You can always count on me for anything." He paused, as Victoria looked lovingly into his eyes. Papa Joe broke first. "Oh, I think I found a table that matches what you told me you were looking for," he exclaimed as he reached for his phone. As he opened a tab, a soft moan escaped from his phone.
"Uh, what was that Dad?" Victoria leered at him.
"Oh, uh, nothing" he fumbled as he tried to get off the web page.
Victoria quickly snatched the phone from his hands before he could clear the page. She gave him a knowing glance.
"Hey, I may be your father, but I'm still a man. Beside, your Mom knows and occasionally watches with me" he stated defiantly.
"Does she know you are watching..." she paused and looked at the phone..."Oldje, the world's number one site for Old/Young porn?" she read off the site. "Dad! These girls are teenagers and the men are older than you!" She looked at him bewildered.
"Don't judge me, young lady," he scolded. "I like what I like, and I don't judge you on your decisions" as he looked her up and down, hinting at her revealing outfit. "Besides, I want to see men closer to my age in porn. It makes it more realistic for me."
Victoria rolled her eyes. "There's nothing realistic about teenagers and grandpas, Dad, but here...enjoy your smut." She gave him a sly look, finally approving of his discretion.
The two continued with their drinks and small talk. Victoria looked lovingly into her father's eyes, but not in a sexual way. It was more like a little girl looking up to her hero. A hero she hoped to seduce. She occasionally touched his leg or his arm as they talked like a flirty schoolgirl, playing it off as because of her drink. Every now and then she'd change how her legs were crossed, making sure her father could hear the nylon rubbing together as she adjusted her position.
She was putting on quite the show. Victoria was oozing the sex appeal of a starlet, but not being overly sultry. She giggled at his jokes, made a second round of drinks, and just drank in her father's presence for the next 20 minutes. Papa Joe never took his eyes off of Victoria, but to mine and Victoria's dismay, he was a total gentleman.
As they finished off their second round, Joe placed his cup on the table and began to get up. "Thank you for the drinks, Mija, but I'll let you get back to your evening."
She grabbed him, "Nonsense!" She yelled, almost a little too desperately. "This IS my evening. Why don't you sit and watch a movie with me?"
He looked conflicted. "What will I tell your mother?" He asked. He could tell things were heading down a road he wasn't sure he was ready to travel...already searching for excuses for his heart's forbidden desires.
"Tell her you checked on me and I asked you to stay and watch a movie, silly! What else would you tell her?" Victoria knew she had him around her little finger. A little more teasing and it would be time to make her move.
Victoria made a third round of drinks and settled back on the couch. She grabbed the remote and threw on Netflix and searched for the perfect movie. She settled on "The Postman Always Rings Twice," the 1980s version with Jessica Lange (still a stunner today, let alone in her prime in the 80s). She started the movie, sat back in her seat, reclined the couch, and laid her head on her Dad's shoulder.
The movie played, but it was mostly background noise. The pair continued to down their drinks, loosening their inhibitions, both knowing what the other wanted, but neither willing to make the first move. They chatted nervously throughout the movie. Victoria held her father's hand ever so gently, but deliberately. As she settled into her routine, her skirt slowly rose, showing more and more of her tantalizing legs, now revealing the entirety of her stocking tops and just a hint of a gold garter strap. She pretended not to notice, but Papa Joe was mesmerized by her display.
Just before the climactic sex scene came on the TV, Victoria moved her and her father's hand to her thigh. Papa Joe was hesitant at first, but then left it there as she moved her hand to her lap. This was it! The moment of truth. How would her father respond?
Victoria helped him along with a soft moan and a whimper as she felt her father's hand rub along her nylon clad leg. She ever so slightly bucked her hips, letting her hand brush her now nearly visible panties. "That feels nice," she purred as she closed her eyes and bit her lip. The two forbidden lovers on the TV were now in the throes of passion as Papa Joe was faced with a decision of lust and morals.
He knew what he wanted, and Victoria's intentions were glaringly obvious, but once he crossed that line, there would be no going back. Did she really want him, or was this just the wild actions of a sexually frustrated housewife? A misread would be a disaster. Right on cue, Victoria took the decision away from him.
She placed her hand on his and moved it from her thigh and onto her supple mound, only covered by the thinnest layer of lace. Only millimeters of fabric separated Papa Joe's hand from the forbidden fruit of his daughter's burning hot vagina. She moaned loudly as her father finally gave into his incestuous desires, pressing his hand against her most private of parts.
Victoria's panties were now on full display as her skirt had now ridden all the way up to her waist. They were a sheer nude with gold trim. You could practically see straight through them. The strappy gold garter belt made the perfect accent piece to her now fully on display sexual overtones.
I imagined her picking out this outfit, specifically for the purpose of seducing her father, then slowly putting it on while I slumped against the outside of our bedroom door. Now, here was Papa Joe, enjoying his daughter's love for him, pleasuring my wife while I watched from a basement computer screen.
Victoria pressed herself against her father's hand faster and harder. Her pace showed that she was lost in her own personal world with her Dad. He let her do all of the work. It wasn't so much what he was doing, but the forbidden nature of everything he represented. There was no stopping Victoria. She grabbed her Dad's hand and held it to her vagina as she arched her back and moaned out "Yes Daddy, Yes!"
She let out a small shiver as she cooed. Victoria had just orgasmed with the help of her father. She continued to grind against his hand as she came down for her euphoria. Her flushed face slowly returned to her normal color as she rolled over toward Papa Joe and planted a huge deep kiss, one that was normally reserved only for husband and wife, right on his lips.
Joe gave in and returned the effort, embracing his daughter as she thanked him for making her cum. She pulled away and rose from the couch. She grabbed his shirt by the bottom and pulled it over his head, saying "I want to taste you Daddy!"
I couldn't believe this was happening. I watched with my mouth agape as Victoria removed her father's pants, leaving him on the couch in just his boxer briefs as she stood and drank in the sight of him. Victoria was still mostly clothed, with the exception of her still ridden up skirt.
Her father was in great shape for a man his age. He clearly still hit the gym. He had a little pudge here and there from age, but for the most part, he was fit at 5'10 and 170 pounds. It was obvious where Victoria got her physique.
Joe kept his eyes locked on Victoria as she stood there, looking at his nearly naked body. She broke the standoff by grabbing the hem of her midriff tank top and pulled it up and over her head, never losing eye contact with her Dad. Her bra was as exquisite as the rest of her outfit. A completely sheer nude color trimmed and lines with gold straps and accents. The only addition being a pair of embroidered daisies covering the area of her protruding nipples. The darkness of her areolas were visible through the sheer material around the edges of the embroidered flowers.
Victoria bent at her waist and slowly shimmied out of her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. She then stood there in all her glory. She was a goddess, built to please men, and right now there was only one man in her world...her father. She was the epitome of sex appeal. No man in the world could resist the advances of this woman. Men would sell their souls to the devil, just to get a glimpse of her looking like this.
Her skin glowed, the gold accents of her lingerie highlighting all of her curves, stockings softly caressing her muscled legs, six inch stilettos causing her to stand on her toes, making her taut ass stand at attention. Then, as if right on cue, she dropped to her knees and gripped the waistband of her father's boxer briefs with both hands and pulled them down.
Victoria and I witnessed her father's manhood at the same time, but it was only I who received the pleasure of watching her face on the video cameras as she unleashed Papa Joe's fully erect cock. Her jaw fell open in delicious anticipation and I couldn't be more happy in how this was working out.
Joe was no freak of cock, but compared to me, he was huge. Victoria would definitely struggle to take all of this one eyed anaconda staring back at her. From the look I got, I estimated his dick to be an appetizing 8.5, maybe 9 inches long. The amazing part was the shape. At the base, he was thicker than Victoria's wrist, slowly tapering to the tip, which was still thick enough that she would barely be able to wrap one hand completely around.
Papa Joe already had darker skin than his daughter, but his dick was so dark in contrast to the rest of him. It almost appeared black in the video, except for the tip that was just barely showing above the top of his uncircumcised foreskin; it had a pinkish hue. It protruded and stared back at Victoria in stark contrast to the darkness of the rest of his length.
None of that caught my attention, however, like that of his enormous testicles. They were the biggest I had ever seen. If my balls were the size of a large grape, his had to be compared to that of a plum or a billiard ball. They had to weigh almost a pound each. I couldn't imagine walking around with that type of loaded weapon in my pants on a daily basis. To say I was jealous was an understatement. I couldn't even fathom how much sperm and semen he produced. If it had been awhile since his last release, Victoria was in for a huge surprise.
My wife stayed on her knees for a moment after freeing her Dad's engorged cock from its enclosure. She spent a few seconds just taking in the sight of it, a wide smile forming on her face. She gently reached out, touching it for the first time. Victoria gracefully traced the length of her father's cock with her fingertips, sending a shiver up Papa Joe's spine. The sight of his daughter curiously examining his cock was truly a sight to behold. It was something he could only imagine in his wildest dreams, and now here he was, moments away from reaching the promised land with his precious daughter.
After Victoria had sufficiently examined Papa Joe's entire length with her fingertips, she carefully traced a heart on the tip of her Dad's cock with her perfectly manicured gold fingernail. She stood up and made her way to the couch, kneeling next to her father. She flipped her long brown hair over her shoulder and bent down over her father's lap, bringing her face inches from his fully erect cock.
In that moment, Victoria briefly paused and looked directly at one of my cameras with a devilish grin. She was silently speaking to me, and her words were loud and clear. "This is what you have been wanting and begging me for all this time. I am doing this because you asked me to, but now I want it just as bad. Enjoy the show I'm about to give you."
With that one look she spoke so many words to me. But in an instant, she returned her attention to her father, and it was painfully obvious that any thoughts of me had been completely erased from her mind. For the rest of the night, her body and soul belonged to one man, her loving Dad. She finally closed the distance between her lips and the head of her father's cock, slowly parting her lips and caressing the pink head with her gorgeous, plump lips, leaving a small trail of saliva as she kissed his dick for the first time.
I leaned back in my chair, mouth still agape from the beauty of the sight unfolding before my eyes. "Good for you babe" I said aloud. "Good for you. Enjoy him." The visions being broadcast across my screens were a fantasy come true.
My wife looked like a high class escort, in all her impeccable lingerie, purchased specifically with her father in mind, perched on the sofa with the length of her father's cock in one hand while the other supported her weight. Her mouth delicately working the head of his penis, allowing her drool to drip down and coat the upper half of his length.
Papa Joe's cock glistened in the light from his own daughter's saliva. He leaned back and enjoyed the sight of his daughter, probably even more than I was. He ran his hand through her hair as she finally lowered her head and swallowed his first three inches. "Oh, Mija," he moaned.
Victoria sucked his cock as she moved her head back to the tip, letting it pop from her mouth with an audible "plop." She then lowered her head all the way in Joe's lap and licked his entire length, from balls to tip, leaving a shiny trail of spit where her tongue had caressed her father's length. She continued exploring every inch of his manhood with her tongue, coating her hand and his dick with her drool until the entire thing shined an almost glistening onyx color. The contrast of her red lips and tongue against the darkness of her father's cock was too much. I could no longer resist and I pulled down my pants, took my inferior cock in my own hand and began stroking myself.
Once Victoria had her dad's cock thoroughly lubed with her own spit, she began to work as much of the length as she could into her mouth, reaching the back of her throat after the first 4 or 5 inches. She could never deep-throat me during oral. Not because she couldn't handle it, but because my length would end right at the beginning of her throat. Unable to push me past her gag reflex, she usually just took most of me into her mouth and left it at that. Nevertheless, she was still an amazing cocksucker. My strongest orgasms always came from her blow jobs.
It was obvious that she was determined to go farther with her father than she had been able with me. Papa Joe was in for the ride of his life. Victoria slowly struggled to take as much of his length and girth as she could. Centimeter by centimeter, she slowly got more of him into her mouth, pushing past her gag reflex and distinctly showing the outline of her father's cock in her throat. She continued down his length until her lips were spread as wide as she could around the base of his enormous manhood. She flicked her tongue at his melon shaped balls, while keeping her head buried in his lap, and his cock buried deep in her throat.
She held herself there for what felt like an eternity, enjoying the complete fullness her dad provided. She finally rose off of his dick with a loud gasp for air, spittle and drool cascading from her mouth and small tears forming in the corners of her eyes. She looked at her father and he looked at her, caressing her face with his hand, admiring her beauty.
Victoria regained her composure and attacked her father's cock with her mouth and a newfound determination. She worked him with her mouth and both hands simultaneously. She was slobbering up and down his entire shaft, occasionally taking his whole length, now seemingly gliding down her throat effortlessly, only straining her lips to capture all of him at the base of his shaft. She worked faster and faster, working her father into a sweat.
Papa Joe moaned and groaned in pleasure, frequently complimenting his daughter on her superb cock sucking skills. Finally, her dad arched his back and his enormous balls twitched as they rose up toward the base of his cock. He spasmed as he released all of his seed into his daughter's eager mouth.
Victoria clamped her lips over the tip of her dad's cock, while she continued to work the rest of his shaft with both of her hands. She savored every sweet and salty spurt of his hot sticky cum, and did her best to take everything he had in her mouth. It was too much for her, however, and several streams of gooey white cum dribbled out of her mouth, down her chin, and down the length of her father's dark cock.
Once her dad's spasms ended, she pulled her head off of his cock and looked him directly in the eyes so that he could take in the sight of his sexpot daughter. What he saw was a beautiful young woman with her mouth slightly open, holding an overflowing mouthful of his hot, sticky cum. She let some more flow out of her mouth and down her chin, landing on her breasts before finally closing her mouth and swallowing all of it in one large gulp.
Victoria licked her lips with satisfaction as what appeared to be several ounces of her father's cum made its way down her throat and into her belly, warming her from the inside out. Victoria playfully fingered the splashes of cum that landed on her breasts, making an even bigger mess of her chest and once immaculate bra, before bringing her finger to her mouth and sucking it clean. Satisfied with the blow job she just provided her dad, she gracefully stood up in front of Papa Joe and said "Daddy, I need your dick inside of me," as she rubbed and motioned to her now swollen pussy.
Papa Joe had an almost disappointed look wash over him. "I'm sorry Mija," he said regretfully. "I haven't been able to perform twice in one night in a long time. I'm afraid you've taken everything I have to give, darling."
Victoria frowned, cocked her head to the side defiantly, and placed her hands on her hips. "That's because you didn't have me to encourage you," she said as she flashed him a smile and a wink.
Papa Joe let out a big breath of air as he straightened himself and sat up on the sofa. I had never seen Victoria this determined. She had never wanted a dick this badly in her life. It was like watching a woman possessed. Victoria popped her hips to the left and flung her hair over her shoulder as she reached behind her back with her right hand, unclasping her bra in one swift motion. She slowly let the straps fall down over her shoulders. As the bra freed her massive breasts from its clutches, she held the sheer cups up with her left arm ever so briefly before letting it fall to the floor between her and her father.
Although the bra left nothing to the imagination, Papa Joe sat transfixed as he now saw his daughters perfectly shaped breasts unencumbered for the first time. His now half flaccid cock, still engorged with blood from Victoria's expert blow job, twitched at the sight of her. She hooked her thumbs onto the sides of her thong panties, which she smartly wore over her garter straps to provide easy access, and pulled them to her knees as she bent at the waist.
Victoria stood and let them fall freely to her ankles, still adorned in her double clasp stilettos. She stepped out with her left leg and then kicked back her right, bringing the thong up to her right hand in the process. She put her left hand on her hip and popped her right hip out, extending her right hand, thong dangling from one finger. It was practically dripping wet with her juices. She leaned in towards her dad and dropped them right on his face, giving him a smell of a wonderfully mixed aroma of pear scented perfume and her essence.
Joe closed his eyes and allowed the smell to wash over him. He opened them and witnessed his daughter's now bare vagina and breasts standing right in front of him. His dick began to stir, but it still laid along his left thigh. Victoria stood in front of her father, completely naked save for her stockings and strappy gold and sheer garter belt.
She was a sight to behold. Tanned. Muscled. Glistening with the beginnings of sweat on her abs and breasts, mixed with the remnants of her father's cum that had spilled out of her mouth and onto her chest. Victoria took a step towards her father and placed one leg on the side of him on the sofa. She then straddled him with the other, slowly lowering herself to his lap so that his now half erect cock rested right between her butt-cheeks. She leaned forward and buried her father's head right between her breasts, letting him devour all he could.
Victoria practically smothered him with her giant chest pillows as she leaned forward, kissed his neck, and nibbled on his ear. She whispered something to her father, and by time she sat back up, Papa Joe's cock was once again fully erect, spreading her ass cheeks and poking up underneath the back of her garter belt. Victoria had proved her point and now she would take what she wanted...her father's fully erect 9 inch cock in her dripping wet pussy. The grand finale was about to begin.
I had enjoyed the show thus far, but everything up to now had just been teasing and foreplay. Sure, they had both cum, but for the most part, the sanctity of our marriage remained intact...for now. She had not yet taken another man inside her. I leaned forward in my seat, conflicted by my emotions. I was so engrossed by my wife's display of sexuality that I was begging for her to continue.
At the same time, it was becoming shockingly apparent to me that Victoria was right. This would change our relationship, forever. There is no taking this back. In a few moments, my wife would officially be an adulteress and my cuckold transformation will be complete. She had never been this sure of herself with me, and there was no way that she wouldn't want to have another experience like this after tonight. She now belonged to her father and his enormous manhood, that as I sat there watching, rested in the most private of places that a man and woman could share.
I fought through my shame and my insecurities and continued to stroke my average sized dick. At least I had felt average until I saw my wife with her father. I had always told her that I was inadequate, but now that was painfully true. Would I ever have the pleasure of having sex with my wife again? Only time would tell, but at this moment she wasn't thinking of me or our marriage. She was trapped in her lustful thoughts for the heavy penis that pressed against her backside and the unfathomably large balls that rested beneath the shaft. Victoria was lost in sexual bliss. It was everything I had asked for, whether or not I was prepared to witness it.
Victoria lifted herself from her father's lap, still straddling him, her breasts now just above Papa Joe's head. His dick traveled the length of her crack as she rose, caressing her privates before violently snapping toward his abdomen, crashing with a loud and heavy thud. Victoria reached between her legs with her right hand and stood up her father's cock, placing it just inches away from the entrance to her juicy, hungry lips.
The dark brown of Papa Joe's shaft and the pink of the head stood out from the supple tan of my wife's vagina. She began to lower herself towards it, a monument of sexuality, waiting for a sex goddess to impale herself with it. She nestled the tip just between her lips, allowing the flowing juices from her vagina to flow down onto the head. Victoria adjusted her hand, spread her lips, and eagerly guided the rest of this monster into her desperate vulva.
She only lowered herself a few inches, but she let out the most satisfied moan. She was in heaven. Papa Joe was stretching her to limits she didn't know she had. Only a quarter of his length had penetrated her, but she was already experiencing a fullness she had not known the likes of previously.
I observed my screens in stunned silence while I fervently stroked my penis. I was approaching my point of no return. I had no clue how Papa Joe was lasting any longer. He clearly was more experienced and more of a man than I could ever hope to be. He was the rightful owner of my wife's pussy. I could never hope to win it back. She would now forever be her father's sexual play toy.
I would be relegated to being just a provider for her. I could already picture my future...dick locked in a cage, my only sexual release coming from watching other men please my wife. It was a situation created by my own doing. There was no one to blame except for myself. However this ended up for me, I would need to accept it for what it was.
Victoria placed her hands on her father's chest as she rotated her hips forward and back in an attempt to take as much of his cock in her that she could manage. Her moans of pleasure were loud and deliberate. I didn't need the cameras to hear her; I could hear my wife being pleasured by her father's huge dick through the floor above me.
She was only a little over halfway down his cock, the same length she had ever reached with me. She was panting hard. Sweat dripped off her face. Her breasts pressed against her father's chest as she wrapped her hands around his shoulders and clawed at his back with her nails. "Oh my God, Daddy!" she moaned. "I've never been this full."
Papa Joe didn't respond. He didn't need to. He just smiled a knowing grin, satisfied that his baby girl was having the best sex of her life...and that he still had three more inches to give her. He grabbed her firmly by the hips and helped her press downward onto his swollen cock.
"Oh fuck! Fuck! Holy shit!" Victoria screamed. He was now pressed fully against her cervix. Papa Joe continued to help Victoria bounce forcefully up and down on his dick, but she still couldn't get down on the last two inches. Her dad got two full handfuls of her hips and rotated them backward, forcing her butt out and causing her to fall forward towards him. Victoria's cervix shifted, and the tip of Joe's cock forced its way past.
She finally fell the last two inches into her father's lap, finally bottoming out on Papa Joe's 9 inches. She screamed in a mixture of pleasure and pain as her whole body convulsed in one mind blowing orgasm. "Oh yes, fuck, yes daddy, I'm cumminggggggg!" She screamed.
Her father finally responded to her screams of ecstasy, "yes baby, cum, cum all over my dick." He demanded.
"Yes daddy," Victoria whimpered as her body continued to shake.
Victoria came with a force I had never seen before. It was the first time she ever experienced an orgasm from vaginal penetration. Her whole body quaked as she drowned in pleasure. After almost a full minute of experiencing a full body orgasm, she finally caught her breath and once again began to bounce up and down on her dad's dick.
"I need you to cum for me, daddy," she purred as she looked deep into his eyes. "Fill me with your cum."
I couldn't believe it. Victoria was on the pill, but she hated it when I came inside her. She'd always complain that it would leak from her for the next day or two. She usually had me wear a condom or pull out, even though pregnancy wasn't a risk. Hearing her ask for her dad's cum was all I could take.
I pumped my cock until I came on the floor, semen dribbling from my dick and resting in a small puddle by my feet. It was probably only about a teaspoon worth. Joe produced several times that earlier in the evening. I could only guess how much he would shoot inside his daughter's belly.
"Yes baby girl, ride that dick," he commanded.
She obeyed her father, putting on a show for him, flipping her hair over her head. She squeezed her breasts together and shoved her tits in her dad's face. He sucked on them, letting them pop out of his mouth as she bounced on his cock. "Yes daddy, I want you to cum again for me," she begged. "Fill me with your cum. I need to be full."
His daughter begging him to fill her with his sperm finally pushed Joe over the edge. "Oh fuck" he yelled. His balls spasmed.
Victoria slammed herself all the way down on his cock, forcing her dad's cock past her cervix and deep into her recesses. Deeper than I had ever been; deeper than any man before him.
With a loud grunt, Joe pumped his seed into his daughter. He grabbed her ass tight, leaving hand-prints and scratch marks along her backside.
"Oh my God!" Victoria moaned as her pussy was flooded with her dad's semen. "I can feel it." She shuddered as she once again buried her head into Joe's chest.
The couple breathed heavily as they embraced, neither yet coming down from their mutual orgasm. Sticky white cum leaked from my wife's swollen pussy and down the length of her father's cock, settling in a large puddle around his massive balls. There was more cum dripping out of Victoria than I had spilled on the floor. There was certainly a greater amount still flooding her belly.
Father and daughter locked in an embrace, matching each others breaths as they recovered from their incestuous romp. Victoria took her father's bottom lip in her mouth and nibbled on it. She then stuck her tongue in his mouth and passionately kissed Papa Joe for the next several minutes, his cock still buried inside her pussy, slowly losing its shape and sliding out, leaving an even bigger trail of cum in its wake.
Father and daughter had become lovers. Papa Joe had delivered on more than I had even promised. Victoria had cum three times, twice from riding his dick. I was happy for her. She deserved to be fucked like the goddess she was. I couldn't stop smiling as she continued to make out with her dad. She was passionate, grabbing his face with both hands as she thanked him over and over again for making her a woman. "Thank you daddy," she panted between showering him with more kisses. "Thank you, thank you, thank you. I soooo needed that."
Papa Joe responded lovingly as he caressed her bare back. "Of course Mija, I told you that I would do anything for you, even if that means fucking you while Aaron is away."
She giggled, "especially if that means fucking me while Aaron's away." They smiled at one another, completely satisfied.
Victoria once again became just a daughter in her father's loving arms. She finally removed herself from her father's lap. Papa Joe's now half stiff cock slipped out of my wife's creamy mess of a vagina creating a puddle of semen on his abdomen. Victoria sat beside him on the sofa as his daughter.
She was a mess, but was still quite the sight to behold. Her hair was wild, stuck to her face and back in dark strands. Dried semen coated her chest and lined the length of her once pristine stockings. Three of her garters had come undone and her left stocking was bunched up around her knee. The garter belt itself was twisted into a strappy mess on her waist. Her eyeliner had run down her cheeks; lipstick was smeared. Her vagina was swollen, red, and still slowly leaked her father's cum onto our microfiber sofa. She was fucked well and she looked it. It is a vision I will never forget.
Papa Joe started to rise. "I should probably clean up and start heading home before your mom starts to worry," he said.
"You're probably right," she responded. "Thank you for a wonderful evening." They both stood and went to clean up.
It was then that I realized that I had to get moving if I wanted to fulfill the final part of the evening. I hadn't run my plan past Victoria, but I had to try. I quickly pulled up my pants, grabbed my car keys and climbed out the basement window, quietly making my way out of the yard towards my car a few blocks away. It was hurry up and wait.
I got to the car and caught my breath. I wanted to come home and surprise them, but I had to give them enough time to clean up so they weren't caught in the act. Before I got around to stroking myself to the sight of Victoria and her father, I made sure to send a text saying that I made an earlier flight and that I would be home late this evening. I knew Victoria wouldn't see it, but it provided an alibi for my next move.
I crept my car down the street, hoping that I was giving them enough time, but not too much time that Papa Joe had already fled the scene. I pulled into the driveway and just caught a glimpse of both of them through the window. Victoria was still mostly naked, only wearing her now ruined stockings and disheveled garter belt. Her father was dressed, but was not yet making his way to the door. I clicked the garage door opener and peeked through the window before pulling in.
Papa Joe jumped and hid behind the door, while Victoria turned and ran up the stairs. I succeeded in giving them both quite the scare. I slowly made my way into the garage and took my time getting out and gathering my things, grabbing the empty suitcase I had placed in the trunk. By the time I opened the door, Papa Joe was just putting on his shoes as Victoria appeared at the bottom of the stairs, wearing a black, knee length satin robe cinched tightly at her waist, slightly winded from her sprint.
Papa Joe looked shocked as I walked in the door. "Aaron, what are you doing here? I thought you weren't due home until tomorrow?" he managed to get out.
"I was able to catch an earlier flight," I told him. "I didn't want to say anything until I was sure, but I texted Victoria as I got on the plane to expect me home late tonight."
He stared daggers at his daughter.
"Uh, I guess I didn't see it." She said, completely confused by the situation.
I shook Papa Joe's hand and looked him in the eyes before I pulled him in for a hug and quietly thanked him for coming to check on Victoria like I had requested. I had just thanked the man who had fucked my wife all night. That man now thought he had narrowly escaped being caught not just fucking my wife, but with his cock inside his own daughter. My fantasy was complete.
Papa Joe patted my back and said "Any time Mijo...I'm happy to help you kids out anytime you need it. Let me know when your next trip is scheduled, and I'll make sure I can come back and keep an eye on Victoria."
He said it so sincerely, as if he were planning to come by and make her soup, but I knew his intentions. He couldn't wait to put his dick back inside my wife, and I couldn't blame him. I felt the same way. Victoria rushed over to give her father a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Thanks for everything Daddy," she said. "I appreciate you staying longer to watch the movie with me. It was a great Daddy/Daughter evening."
With that, he nodded at her and made his way to his car. As I made one last glance in his direction, I noticed a small gold strap coming out of Papa Joe's back pocket. He had taken my wife's thong as a trophy. It now belonged to him as much as the rest of her. I grinned and closed the door on Papa Joe and his incestuous evening with my wife.
I turned from the door and looked at Victoria. She was pissed.
"What in the actual fuck, Aaron!" She yelled.
"I couldn't tell you," I pleaded. I explained that I wanted them to both think that they had almost been caught in the act; to make their infidelity seem spontaneous and not part of an elaborate scheme.
"How did you know I wasn't done fucking him?" she spit at me, still angry.
"Did you forget that I was watching?" I asked.
She crossed her arms and harrumphed in my direction. "Well, how do you know I wasn't taking him up to our bedroom for him to fuck me there?"
I laughed. "Well then I guess you did narrowly avoid getting caught."
My hope was to make this experience even more real for her. I knew it was a night she'd never forget, but I wanted to add something to make it even more risqué and taboo than it already was. I did my best explaining my rationale to a calming Victoria.
"Well you succeeded," she said, exasperated. "You almost gave me a fucking heart attack. Poor Dad thought you were gonna kill him."
I laughed. "Don't worry; I made sure he knew he was more than welcome to come over and keep giving you that huge dick," I said. "I asked him to come over next month during my trip while I'll actually be away. I figured you both could use some true alone time."
Victoria smiled, embraced me at the door, and gave me a kiss on the lips. I could still taste the saltiness of her father's cum on her mouth. She had scrubbed her chest clean, but I knew she still carried her dad's semen in her belly.
"How did you know I'd want to do it again?" she asked.
"Even if I hadn't watched you have orgasm after orgasm, it's obvious just looking at you," I said. "You're practically glowing, and honestly, you look like you've been bedded well."
"Thank you for this," she admitted. "I don't want to hurt your feelings, but yes...it was the best sex of my life. I'm still practically shaking. My knees are weak, my vagina and lips are sore and stretched to their limit. My heartbeat is still fluttering and all I can think is that I'm not ready to be done...I need more. I do want to do it again. I'm sorry." Victoria looked down in shame.
"Don't be sorry," I said as I tilted her chin back up at me. "That is what good sex is supposed to make you feel. It's how I feel every time I'm with you. I'm glad that you finally understand the feeling. I knew this would happen when I sent you to him. I was prepared for it and expected it. I don't blame you for wanting more. I'm just happy that you finally truly got the most out of sex."
She nodded, still solemn in her thoughts. "Can I ask you one more thing?" she choked out. "Do you mind spending the night in the guest room tonight? I still haven't come down from my high and I want to make this feeling last as long as I can. I'll tell you all about it when I'm ready," she promised.
I nodded, "Okay."
We walked to the stairs. She started up, but I paused at the bottom. I watched her practically float up the first few steps, admiring the sight of her naked rear peeking out at me from underneath her robe. She was in complete bliss, still radiant from the fucking, being warmed from the insides with a vagina full of her father's sperm.
She looked back and reached out her hand. "Coming?" She asked.
I had wanted to head back downstairs and get to work on editing the video into my own personal porno, but that could wait. I grabbed Victoria's hand and we walked up the stairs together, once again husband and wife for a short fleeting moment.
We reached the bedroom and she gave me a small peck on the lips. "Goodnight babe," she said. Victoria then turned and closed the door on me for the second time that day.
I slumped to the ground and leaned against the wall, more unsure as ever about what I had done. I don't know how long I sat there, but a mish-mash of thoughts raced through my head like a runaway train. A sound from the bedroom knocked my head clear. I put my ear to the door to listen. I couldn't believe what I heard.
Victoria was masturbating. I could make out the distinct sound of her fingering her still wet vagina. Then I heard her coo and moan, "Oh daddy yes." With that I got up and made my way to the guest room. I got in bed, laid on my back and stared at the ceiling. I don't recall how long it took for me to be overcome by sleep, but I do remember the light from our bedroom still being on before I finally drifted off.
***Author's note***
If you have made it this far, thank you very much for being a part of my journey. I know it was a long read, but I wanted to do justice with my descriptions of what I was seeing and feeling as these events unfolded. I hope I painted a vivid picture for you to follow.
Now for an admission...this story is only about 80% true. The names and places are real. These events really did happen. When I set out writing these events down, I initially used fake names. As I progressed through the story, I realized that I was experiencing the same feelings and butterflies that I did in real time. Fake names made it feel foreign, and I wanted to feel back in the moment.
The dialogue is what was said as best as I can remember or what I could make out from what was captured on video. I also used a few literary tricks to help the story flow more seamlessly.
As for Victoria and I, we are great. We still fuck, but not much has changed. She does it for me, not herself, and if anything, the frequency has gone down just a little.
Papa Joe still comes over to fuck his daughter. It's probably not as often as Victoria would like, but she definitely makes the most of it when he does. I've been able to spy on them a few more times; special occasions when Victoria allows me to be present but hidden. Papa Joe still thinks I don't have any idea that my wife is his personal plaything, at least to my knowledge. Usually they fuck when I'm out of town, however, one time when Victoria really needed a release, she took her father on a weekend trip. A sex vacation just for the two of them.
This experience helped me to admit to Victoria a few of my other fetishes. Hopefully I will find the inspiration to share these stories and more with you in the future. Once again, thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed our story, and if you find yourself in a similar situation to me, I hope this gives you guidance.
With much respect,
-Aaron