*****Author's Note*****
This is Chapter 2 of the Victoria and Papa Joe series. It can be read as a standalone, but will be better if you read Chapter 1 first. Much like the first chapter, this is a long read at almost one hour. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing this part of mine and Victoria's adventure.
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I awoke after a fitful night of sleep. My back and neck ached. I've never slept well in the guest bed, and I was cursing myself for not springing for a higher quality mattress. If I was being completely honest with myself, however, I hadn't really expected it to get much use.
It had been six months since my wife, Victoria, had enjoyed her first sexual experience with her father. I had expected and we had discussed having future flings with Papa Joe, but I did not realize that it would be every time that I went on a business trip. Victoria had gotten me to agree that I would sleep in the guest room on the days that I returned home after she had been with her father, but I was beginning to think that she purposefully had him pay his visits on days I returned home.
This was now the sixth time my wife had cuckolded me with her father. I wasn't upset, but I was quite jealous. She was clearly being satisfied in ways that I could never provide...and that was my intent. Victoria was definitely happier and more content with life. We still had sex, so I wasn't a complete cuck, but it was obvious that she was always waiting for the next time her father would satisfy the cravings in her loins.
As much as I had wanted to, I had not been able to be present for any of their escapades after their first night of passion. I had also taken down the nanny cameras in the house to give them their privacy. I knew that Victoria was more likely to be herself if there wasn't an always watching eye overlooking all of her actions. Still, despite my jealous feelings, I had a desire to watch her and her father in the act once again. I had also basically worn out the film I had made of them, and frankly I wanted some new footage.
Victoria and her father would usually fuck while I was out on my monthly business trips. As much as I'm sure she would like him to visit more frequently, it would typically just be once per trip, so as not to raise any suspicions with her mother, Salma. Although, last month, we made a special occasion out of Father's Day, and Victoria took her Dad on an out of town trip to spend the weekend together under the guise of a father/daughter event.
I dragged myself out of bed and practically zombie walked to the kitchen to make some breakfast. After getting my body fueled, I sat on the couch to watch some ESPN on my off day. It was nearly 11 in the morning when Victoria softly made her way downstairs and embraced me from behind, leaning over the couch to give me a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
"Morning Love," she said. "How was your trip?"
She was glowing, just like she had been after her first time fucking her father. "It was good. Nothing special," I responded. "Although I slept terribly last night. It looks like you had a good time though."
She sauntered around and joined me on the couch. "I really did," she sighed as if a burden had been lifted from her. "Thanks again for being so understanding. I know you hate the guest bed, but you have given me with a gift I didn't know I needed, and I need that time by myself afterwards to re-enter." This time she gave me a bigger kiss on the lips.
I just sat and took her in. She was still the most beautiful woman in the world to me, and seeing her ultimately satisfied made her even sexier. She possessed a new sense of confidence that she wore around her at all times. I was happy for her, but she could still tell that tell that something was off with me.
"Hey, what's bothering you?" she asked, quizzically.
"I'm happy for you, truly." I felt like such a child. "It's just that you get to have these amazing experiences every month, but I'm mostly left in the dark. I'd love another chance to watch you both. You being with another man is my fantasy too, and right now I feel like only you are reaping the benefits. I respect your privacy, but I really want to be involved more."
She sat there silently...pondering my words. The awkward silence lasted a little too long after my confession. We both knew that she now held all the cards in the situation, and my wishes were only given consideration.
She finally spoke, "I guess you're right. I've been a little selfish," she acknowledged with a slight nod. "But in my defense, performing in front of your cameras is very stressful. That first time with my Dad was enjoyable, but deep in the back of my subconscious was the fact that I was in the middle of a performance. It made it harder to enjoy the moment, you know what I mean?"
I did, and acknowledged with a nod of my own.
"But it's become more comfortable with my Dad now," she continued. "And again, thank you for the privacy. I think I'm ready to put on another show for my loving husband."
She said it in a semi-mocking tone, but deep down she was sincere. She'd still do anything for me, after all, that's how we got to these circumstances in the first place.
I immediately perked up, completely forgetting about my sleepless night. "Great, 'cause I have a couple of ideas and things I'd really like you to try!"
She cut me off with a hand to my chest. "Easy there big guy, let's take it one step at a time. First, I haven't exactly told you EVERYTHING we have done together, so how do you know what we haven't done?"
That dig hurt, but Victoria definitely knew how to play with my emotions.
"And second," she continued, "It will kinda be awkward to put on a big elaborate show for my Dad now that we have done it several times. The seduction part has already happened. We kinda just fuck now. He's almost like a monthly booty call. Don't get me wrong, it's still hot as hell, but it would be really strange if I made a big deal of it now."
"Well, can I at least pick out some new lingerie for you?" I pleaded.
"That's exactly my point," she said. "I haven't really dressed up for him since that first night. The second time, I greeted him at the door completely nude, but since then, it's usually something cute like booty shorts or yoga pants and a tank top. But give it a few days and we can talk about what you have in mind, okay?"
"Wait...you greeted him at the door completely nude?" I quizzed, jaw agape.
"Yeah, he fucked me right there in the doorway. I didn't even get his clothes all the way off before he was inside of me. It was so hot, you definitely would have enjoyed watching that evening." She smirked, reliving the night. "And then I took him to our room to fuck him in our bed."
I just sat there stupefied, staring at the front door and picturing my wife fucking her father, back pressed up against wall. It blew my mind that they were so hot for one another that they couldn't wait another moment to be together.
In my trance, Victoria gave me another kiss on the cheek and got up to head to the kitchen, signaling the end of the conversation. I guess I'd have to live with what I could get. At this point, beggars can't be choosers, and I'm on the verge of begging. How did I get myself in this position?
I gave Victoria the space she requested, but I was immediately back in planning mode, just like the last time. I was creating camera angles for sexual positions that I would request, almost like an invisible porn director. I had everything pretty much mapped out when Victoria completely caught me off guard.
"Hey babe, we're a few weeks from our wedding anniversary, and I had a thought about a gift for you," she mentioned casually as we sat for breakfast one morning.
"You have my attention," I quipped.
Victoria gave me a devious smile. "Well, instead of a physical gift, how would you like it if I have my Dad over and fuck him in my bridal lingerie? I thought about your request, and I figured I could turn OUR anniversary into an excuse to make a big deal about meeting up with Dad."
I was floored. "To be honest, I was hoping to take you somewhere special for our anniversary, but how can I say no to that. That sounds so hot."
"I thought you might be interested, but I haven't gotten to the best part yet. I had an idea, and it probably needs your expert planning, but instead of watching us through your cameras, I thought that you might be able to watch in person from the closet. Dad loves fucking me in front of the full length mirror, just like you. You should get a good view if we leave it open a crack."
Our mirror was the closet door. It was a full length, floor to ceiling sliding mirror. If we casually left it open an inch or two and left the lights off in the closet, I would have plenty of space and should remain completely hidden. It would also provide front row seats to all the action.
I couldn't believe what she was suggesting. Who was this new woman sitting next to me? "I am so turned on right now. That is the most amazing gift I could receive."
"Perfect," she said. "Why don't we head to the store this afternoon and you can pick out some new bridal lingerie for me?"
I got up and gave Victoria a kiss. "Thanks. I can't wait."
That afternoon I drove us to the Castle Megastore. I was giddy like a kid being told he can go to the candy store and pick any candy he wanted. I scoured all the racks, looking for something to fit my vision...something sheer and strappy. I found a white gartered bustier with thong and stockings. I handed it to my wife.
She rolled her eyes. "Your taste in lingerie is so old fashioned."
"What? It's sexy," I said, doubting my own opinion.
"Sure," she joked, "If I was shooting a cheap 80s porno. I had something classier and sensual in mind. It's my anniversary gift to you. Let's get something nicer than cheap sex store lingerie."
"Well I don't know where to go for that," I admitted. "Victoria's Secret and Frederick's won't have much of anything different."
"I know just where to go," she spoke confidently.
Frustrated, I groaned, "Well, then why did you let me drive us here?"
She took my hand and led me away from the lingerie. "Because there's something else here that I'd like to buy."
Victoria led me through the store and toward the back wall. Sex toys lined the wall and were spread out on the shelves. I had no idea what she could have in mind. We got to the back of the store and she took a seat on a curved, black leather, purple trimmed sex chair and struck a sexy pose. "What do you think? We could put this at the foot of the bed? Imagine the positions and poses I could pull of with this"
I had to admit, my wife had put a lot of thought into this. "Hell yeah!" I exclaimed. Outwardly I was beaming with pride, but deep in my mind, that nagging part of my brain kept reminding me that she never would have suggested this purchase for us. This was as much her gift as it was mine. I was excited, but I couldn't get that devil off my shoulder.
We made the purchase and loaded it in the back of the SUV. Victoria took the keys and drove us to a small boutique store on the edge of town.
"A girlfriend of mine told me about this place," she admitted. "I think the lingerie here will be more appropriate for our anniversary."
A little too eagerly, I exclaimed, "Let's give it a look."
Victoria was right. This place was classy. And expensive! I didn't own a single item of clothing that bordered on these price tags. I looked at a sexy black sheer teddy...$250. My jaw dropped. My wife went and spoke with a sexy young woman who greeted her at the door. She wasn't wearing any of the lingerie on display, that I could tell, but her outfit didn't leave much to the imagination. Sex sells, and the owner of this place knew exactly what he or she was doing. No wonder the prices were so exorbitant.
While I browsed, I heard Victoria explain that our anniversary was approaching and she wanted to treat me to a special evening and wanted something to recreate the magic of our wedding night. The saleswoman nodded knowingly and walked towards me with my wife in tow.
"Hello," she said. "My name is Alexandra. Your beautiful wife tells me that it's your anniversary and she wants me to help you pick out something that will bring out her inner vixen."
I shook Alexandra's hand, struggling to look her in the eyes as her breasts were on full display. She wore a lacy corset bra as a top. Her boobs were practically exploding from the top. "I'd like that," I managed to mumble out. Alexandra took my hand and led me into the store. She motioned for Victoria to follow. I couldn't help but check out Alexandra's ass as I followed like a loving puppy. This woman sure knew how to make a sale.
"Your wife has an amazing figure," Alexandra complimented. "I'd like to put her in something that accentuates her curves and lengthens her body and legs. It will give her that runway supermodel look."
I just nodded in silence.
She spoke to Victoria, "Honey, are your breasts real?"
"I have implants," Victoria said. "32DD."
"I'll grab your full measurements, but that's perfect. Fake breasts open us up to a few more options. Mine are implants as well. I'm a 28D. Yours are fantastic, very natural. I love working with women who have implants because they will stay put without support, for the most part. It allows me to work with a few more designs that focus on your curves without the bulk that comes with breast support."
Alexandra was very knowledgeable and supper chatty. She continued to speak rapid fire as she rustled through a display. "Here we are," she exclaimed proudly.
She pulled out a white under breast corset. It was satin lined, made with real whale bone and tied in the back. It also had very subdued decorative designs in the fabric.
Alexandra explained the piece like it was artwork. "This is an authentic Victorian corset. It will moderately pull in your waist to exaggerate your hourglass figure, while still exposing your breasts and giving them minor support with the underwire. Your wife will need assistance to get this on," she admitted to me. It can be paired with several different bras and panties.
Victoria grabbed my arm. "What do you think babe?"
"I love it. You'll look amazing." To Alexandra, I questioned, "Does she try it on?"
Alexandra took Victoria into the dressing room to take her measurements and show her the workings of the corset. After several minutes, she returned with a flourish of the curtain.
She now motioned to me, "Your wife is absolutely stunning. I love working with women like her, but I'll let her body speak for itself. She is a total snack."
Victoria finally appeared from the dressing room. It was just the corset with a pair of low rise denim jeans, but the word stunning didn't quite do her justice. Her curves popped. Her bare breasts stood at attention. She looked confident. I was sold.
"I love it," I let out with a smile.
Alexandra continued, "It can be paired with several different bottoms, but I recommend one of these." She held up two pairs of panties. A high cut satin thong and sheer low rise Brazilian cut pair.
I pointed at the satin pair. "I like these," I said as I looked at Victoria.
She nodded in approval.
Alexandra then suggested a white lacy sheer bra that we also liked.
"What about stockings and heels?" I inquired.
Alexandra grinned, "I was hoping you'd ask." Of course she was. Running up the sale. She grabbed a pair of white stockings and a pair of white peep toe pumps with an ankle strap. "We only carry Wolford and Fogal hosiery, but the Wolfords will pair nicely with this garment."
We were all satisfied with Alexandra's assistance and proceeded to the register. My eyes bulged out of my head when the total flashed on the screen...$849.95. I looked at Victoria sheepishly. Were we really about to drop a quick grand on lingerie? She calmly touched my arm and nodded in my direction.
I handed over my Visa card and paid the bill. Alexandra placed the garments in a lavish, black, hard sided box lined with velvet. She then placed the box in an equally lavish black bag. I signed the receipt while Victoria took the bag and thanked Alexandra for her time.
Alexandra thanked us for our patronage and said, "You are one lucky husband, and your wife is equally lucky to have a man like you. Enjoy your gift."
We left hand in hand, Victoria wearing a growing smile. If Alexandra only knew that the lingerie wasn't really for me, but for Victoria's father. What would she think? I just helped my wife pick out a $1000 outfit for an incestuous affair. I could hardly believe it myself.
On the drive home, Victoria gave me a coy look and said "All there is to do now is set the stage for our anniversary plans."
She dialed up her mother and put it on the car Bluetooth as I drove. As soon as Salma answered, Victoria broke into a big fracas, almost sobbing into the phone.
"Mom, I can't believe it. I don't even know what to do anymore."
Salma, the loving mother she is, immediately responded in kind, "What is it Mija? Is everything OK? What happened?"
Victoria continued with her act, "It's Aaron. We had these big plans to go away for the night on Saturday for our anniversary, but it's always work, work, work. They need him away again. I just can't take being left alone like this."
Salma consoled and comforted Victoria like only a mother could. "I know your father has been able to help you work through these tough times, Mija. I'll tell him to pay you a visit again."
Victoria thanked her but went on to explain, "It's not the same this time Mom. We had dinner reservations and everything. Do you think Daddy would be willing to be my date for dinner?" She winked at me.
"I don't see why not," Salma explained. "Your father would be delighted to celebrate his daughter's special day, especially if Aaron can't be there. We'll help you through this darling."
Victoria thanked her mother and got her to agree to specifically ask her father about the fancy evening before finally hanging up.
"You really enjoyed that didn't you," I prodded. "Best Actress award right over here."
"That was kinda fun," she admitted.
I shook my head jokingly. "You are something else, Woman."
Victoria and I made love as soon as we got home. Mostly it was her thanking me for the purchases. She didn't wear the lingerie or use the new sex chair. I didn't mind, they weren't for me anyhow. I did handle her quite roughly though, taking out several months of sexual frustration in one go.
I tore her clothes from her body and threw her to the bed. I pulled her hair as I kissed and bit at her neck. I roughly grabbed full handfuls of her breasts as I dove tongue-first into her pussy, lubing her up in the process.
I flipped her over and put her on her knees at the side of the bed. I stood behind her and penetrated her fully in one stroke, grabbing her hair from behind and pressing her upper back into the bed...the perfect porn star pose.
She caught my glance as we both looked into the mirror.
"You're thinking about your dad, aren't you, you dirty slut?"
She wasn't even taken aback by my dirty talk. My slutty wife just nodded at the mirror and moaned out an audible "Mmmhmm."
"You wish it was your daddy fucking you right now, don't you?"
Another moan followed by an "Uh huh."
"I want to hear you say it bitch," I yelled as I yanked her hair back, bending her into an awkward position all while pounding her pussy with an audible slap every time our thighs collided.
"Yes," she screamed. "I wish my dad was fucking me right now. I wish it was his huge cock filling me up."
"You're such a fucking slut," I continued. "Nothing but a cum bucket for your father, aren't you? Admit it."
It was an act, but it was obvious that the words had an effect on Victoria. She had not quite admitted to herself the depravity of her actions. Admitting out loud to me that she preferred her father's dick to my own, all while I was balls deep in her pussy proved too much for the both of us. Tears welled in her eyes as I grabbed her hips and emptied my load into her cheating pussy.
I collapsed onto Victoria's back, sweaty, spent, and breathing heavily. After about a minute, I composed myself and rolled us both on our sides, embracing my wife across her midsection. My dick left a cummy trail along her backside as it slowly returned to its limp shape and size. She sobbed, eyeliner and mascara making a mess of her pretty face.
"Are you okay? What's wrong?" I tried to comfort her.
"I'm such a slut. I hadn't even realized it, but you forcing me to admit to it...what have I been doing? How can you even look at me right now?" She continued to weep, hiding her face with her arm.
Apparently we both had feelings we needed to work though. Victoria was just now recognizing hers, while I had been battling mine for the past six months. She had been lost in the haze of unbelievable sex and had just come crashing back down to earth.
I did my best to console my now devastated wife. "Victoria, look at me. It was all just play. Of course I love you. I'm the one who wanted you to fuck your dad in the first place."
"No, I'm such a whore," she wailed. "I've been so wrapped up in the next time I was gonna get good dick. Oh my God! Look how I've been treating you! I've been ignoring your needs and even teasing you about it. I'm horrible."
I wrapped her in a hug as she sobbed into my chest. I was certainly not prepared to be dealing with this outpouring of emotions, nor was I now expecting to have to defend her incestuous and adulterous actions.
"Victoria, it's okay!" I stroked her back and did my best to calm her. "I had been dealing with mixed emotions over this as well, but ultimately I accepted it because I wanted it for you. I still do. You deserve to be satisfied and so do I. Maybe we just need to communicate our feelings to one another better. If we both have a part in it, we can both be happy."
She stopped sobbing but was still upset. It was a lot of emotion to take on at one time. I continued to cuddle her as we sat in silence, both a wreck of sex and wild emotions. A year ago I could have never foreseen any of this.
Over the next few days, we discussed everything that we were feeling. She spoke of her shame but also her continued sexual desires. I explained my apprehensions and my combination of needing to feel wanted and have her be satisfied. I was happy sending her off to be fucked by her father as long as I was involved and there were no more secrets.
We decided to continue with our anniversary plans. Things were already set in motion, we had already invested over $1,000, and something told me none of it was returnable. Plus, her dad already thought he was taking her on a dinner date. I'm sure he knew the implied post-dinner activities, but he may be disappointed when he finds out dinner was a ruse.
The day of our anniversary finally arrived, and the butterflies in my stomach returned. This time was different than the first, however. Victoria and I were a team. I still wanted video, so we discussed where to set up cameras in the bedroom and the living room, so as not to miss any of the action.
I would watch the footage on my phone from the closet while Victoria and Papa Joe were downstairs. Once the action moved to the bedroom, I would go on tech blackout and watch the scene unfold firsthand. I could hardly wait. I was getting anxious for her and wondered what she was feeling.
"I'm getting pretty worked up," I told my wife. "How are you handling everything right now?"
She smiled and sat by my side. "I'm doing okay." Victoria took my hand in hers. "I'm excited, but like a nervous excitement. Are you sure we should continue doing this?"
"Yes," I encouraged her. "You deserve everything your father provides you with. Relax and enjoy yourself tonight. Just remember that I'm right behind the mirror cheering you on, and I'll be right there for you when everything is done."
She gave me a huge hug and a kiss on the lips. "Thank you. I needed to hear that. Come on, you can help me get ready this time. Why don't you throw on some music?"
I put some 90s smooth jams on Pandora and R. Kelly's "Down Low" immediately started playing.
"Ugh, did you pick that?" Victoria asked.
"I guess my phone has been listening in on our conversations," I replied nervously. I began to serenade my wife with the chorus to ease the tension. "We can keep it on the down low...nobody has to know."
"I liked R. Kelly's version better," Victoria quipped.
I guess that was a quick end to my R&B career.
Victoria and I showered together. We knew it wouldn't lead to sex between us, but it was still very erotic and sensual. I soaped up her breasts and abs from behind as I pressed my fully erect dick against her butt. She leaned back and kissed me deeply as I did my best to warm her up and clean her up for her father.
What I really wanted was to talk dirty to her, like I had when we had sex after the lingerie store, but I was afraid that I'd ruin everything for the evening. But in my head, I was calling her a filthy slut. I was definitely turned on and ready to watch her fuck her father again. The anticipation was killing me as I lightly fingered her pussy and kissed her neck in the shower.
She turned and pressed her massive slippery globes against my chest. Victoria kissed me passionately as she reached her hand for my dick and stoked it slowly. She continued to grind her pussy along my dick, lubing it even more with her juices. Abruptly she stopped. She again turned her back to me and let my dick rest between her butt cheeks. She reached behind to grab my head and pull it toward her.
Victoria whispered, "In a few hours, you're going to see my father put his huge, stiff cock in my wet pussy. He's going to make me cum all over his fat dick."
She grabbed my hand and rubbed her pussy with it. "I can't wait for you to see my daddy make me cum. I'm gonna put on one hell of a show for you."
I almost came right there, but she released my cock and left me rock hard and desperate to cum. Victoria finished cleaning up. We dried off and I went to lay out her outfit while she tended to her hair and makeup.
I made the bed with a new black down comforter and pillow cases. Her lingerie would provide the perfect contrast to the dark bed. The new sex chair was placed at the foot of the bed; prime viewing position in front of the full length mirror.
I laid the corset, bra, thong, and stockings on the bed and placed her heels at the foot of the bed. Victoria finally appeared from the bathroom. She looked angelic.
"What do you think?" Victoria leaned against the door jamb and struck a sexy Jessica Rabbit-esque pose.
"You are the most beautiful woman in the world. Your dad is a lucky man."
She strutted over to me as I took a seat on our new chair. Her hair was done in more of an up-do. It was curled and came down to just past her shoulders instead of down her back like normal. She wore exaggerated false lashes with sparkle highlights and a bold white eye shadow.
Victoria sat in my lap, and I noticed that she wore a body glitter. Everything about her was perfect. She gave me a kiss and asked, "Can you please help me into this evening's outfit?"
I responded playfully, "With pleasure my dear."
Victoria slid on the corset, and I tied her in as tight as she could withstand. Her hourglass shape was impeccable. Her 32DDs stood at attention as her waist tapered to an almost impossibly small size, before exploding into her womanly hips. She then adorned her bra, panties, and stockings. As always, she asked for my help clasping her back garters.
Victoria finally slid into her heels, a pure white, six inch platform with a peep toe and an ankle strap. She placed each of her feet in my lap and had me fasten the ankle clasps. Finally she stood and adjusted her goods in the mirror.
"You look more beautiful than on our actual wedding day," I complimented her.
"Thank you baby," she purred, "but there is one last thing."
Victoria walked to the nightstand and pulled out a small black box. She returned with it and sat next to me on the chair and opened it. Inside was black latex penis cage with a lock and key. My eyes practically shot out of my skull as I looked her in the eyes.
"I'm sure you're a little intimidated by this, but I'd like you to wear it tonight. Just a small reminder that you belong to me. I don't want you pleasuring yourself in the closet, but if you're good, I'll make sure you cum. Will you do that for me?"
She batted her eyes at me. How could I resist anything this beauty asked of me. "If that's what you want, I will wear it." I told her.
I pulled down my pants and slid my flaccid cock into its new prison. She locked it in place and slid the key into the top of her corset with a wink as she blew me a kiss.
At last, Victoria adorned a white silk robe and we worked quickly to make sure all the cameras were up and running. We remained in the bedroom chatting until we finally heard the doorbell, signaling the arrival of Papa Joe. Victoria embraced me in a full body hug and planted me with a passionate kiss.
"I'll see you later tonight baby," she said excitedly. "Enjoy the show."
I smiled and nodded. "Fuck him well."
And just like that, she sauntered out of the bedroom and down the stairs. I quickly took my place in the closet and pulled up the living room camera feed on my phone.
I got it turned on just in time to see my beautiful wife open the door for her father. She greeted him with a similar kiss to the one she had just bestowed upon me.
Papa Joe was wearing a charcoal gray suit, with a white button up shirt and a black patterned tie. His eyes devoured the sight of his daughter, but he had a look of confusion. "I thought I was taking you to dinner tonight for your anniversary."
"There's been a slight change of plans Daddy. I'll be served for dinner tonight, and I sure hope you brought your appetite." Victoria nibbled her father's ear as she continued to tease.
"Well I figured we would come back here after dinner, but I'm starving Mija," Papa Joe complained.
His daughter pulled back and took his hand. "That's good to hear, because my pussy is the first course, and it's been dripping just thinking about you. Since Aaron couldn't be here for our anniversary, today you will fuck me like a husband should on a wedding night. I won't take no for an answer."
Victoria pulled her father towards the stairs without even letting him get in a word or take off his shoes. She knew what she wanted tonight and she was going to take it. I could only imagine how many times her father would make her cum tonight. With that attitude, I could be in for a long night in the closet. Perhaps I should have brought a protein bar.
I turned off the phone and put it on silent before they reached the bedroom. Once in, Victoria didn't waste any time. She dropped her robe to the floor and wrapped herself around her father, passionately sticking her tongue down his mouth.
By now, I was sure that Papa Joe was used to his daughter being aggressive, but this was next level. He could barely keep up with her as he tried to remove his shoes and jacket. Victoria assisted as she threw the jacket on the floor before ripping at his tie and undoing the buttons on his shirt, before grabbing a handful of his graying chest hair.
"Mija, you certainly know what you want tonight," he tried to speak as my wife clawed at his face.
"I've been so horny this week, Daddy. I need you to fuck me. I need you to make me cum, over and over again. I want this night to be as special as my wedding night to Aaron, but this time I get to cum."
Papa Joe just went along. Who could deny this woman anything she demanded.
Victoria continued, "I got a few things to make this night extra special."
She dragged him to the new chair and forced him into it, leaning back into the high side as his legs trailed off the lower end.
"I got this new chair just for us. I want you to fuck me in front of the mirror so we can both watch as I cum on your dick."
"Yes Mija," he mumbled through Victoria's kisses.
"And most importantly, make sure you put on a good show for the camera," she said as she pointed out one of several in the room.
Papa Joe tried to stop. "Oh, I don't know about that Mija."
"Don't worry. You and I will be the only ones to see it. But tonight we're making a Daddy/Daughter sex tape, whether you like it or not."
Victoria was in total control. She knew he would do whatever she said, and with that out of the way, she stripped him completely naked.
Papa Joe was only half erect, but his nine inch monster was stirring and was already bigger than mine fully erect, especially considering my current state locked away in a cage. Victoria knelt at the low end of the chair and took his dick in both hands. In that moment, she again looked at me, this time through the crack that I left open in the closet mirror. She mouthed the words "I love you" as she devoured the head of her father's cock.
Unlike the first time with Papa Joe, Victoria and I never broke eye contact. I don't think she could see me, but she continued to look right in my direction as she gave her father a blowjob. She bobbed her head up and down on her father's bulbous knob while stroking his shaft with both hands. I was still amazed that she could get the entire thing in her mouth, but it did not come easily.
I again watched in amazement as my wife serviced an enormous cock, only this time I was watching from a mere six feet away, not sequestered in the basement, watching via video feed. I could hear Victoria slobbering and choking on her father's dick as she tried to force it down her throat. Still, she looked at me every time she pulled her lips from his abdomen and his cock from her mouth. Drool and spit messed her makeup and she left lipstick around the base of Papa Joe's manhood.
Finally, Victoria stood and pulled her father down toward the lower end of the curved chair. She straddled Papa Joe, and lowered her silk panty covered vagina toward her father's eagerly awaiting mouth.
"Make me cum with your mouth Daddy," she demanded, and she smothered him with her pussy, leaning over the high edge of the chair and still looking right at me.
Papa Joe wasted no time. He ate his daughter's pussy like his life depended on it. Victoria bucked and moaned as she ground her pussy into her father's face. She put Papa Joe's hands on her hips so he could have better control, and then she played with her still covered breasts while screaming in ecstasy. Victoria doubled down on mashing her vagina into Papa Joe's mouth, trying to get his tongue as deep as possible into her slit. Her legs quaked as she rode the orgasm, still looking my direction through her fluttering eyes.
Victoria had cum for the first time that night, and judging from the look in her eyes, she planned on several more. She pulled her father back up into a sitting position and straddled his lap, resting his fully erect shaft between her butt cheeks. Papa Joe worked at freeing my wife's breasts while she sucked her own juices off of his face.
"I want to taste me on your lips, Daddy," she moaned.
Finally, Victoria's tits burst free from her bra as her father got it unfastened. He immediately buried his face in them, getting a slight reprieve from Victoria's hungry mouth before being smothered by her breasts. They stood high on her chest, supported by the impossibly tight corset. She moaned as her father grabbed and twisted on her fake breasts, knowing he could be as rough as he liked. He popped her large protruding nipples in and out of his mouth, letting his saliva coat them.
"I need your dick inside me now, Daddy," she purred. "I need you to fuck me silly!"
"Turn around and ride that dick," Papa Joe responded. "I want to watch you while you cum for me."
Victoria did as her father demanded. She rose and bent at her waist, putting her still covered pussy right at Papa Joe's face. Her dad grabbed the waistband of her thong and slowly pulled it down, revealing her glistening pussy. Victoria looked up from the floor in my direction and said, "Yes Daddy, take what's yours."
My cock strained against its cage. This was 10 times hotter than the first time I had watched my wife fuck her father. I couldn't believe how close I was to the action. I could vividly hear the sounds and smell the smells of my wife being pleasured by her dad. Now I was again moments away from watching her ride his dick. I had my pants off, but it was no use. The cage was tight and locked, and my penis would not be functional until Victoria granted me release.
Victoria had her father get up briefly to turn the sex chair perpendicular to the mirror and the base of the bed, that way all three of us could watch as her vagina struggled to take all of Papa Joe's girth. He sat back down and Victoria hovered over him, the tip of his cock almost tickling her lips as she stood over it. She grabbed the massive anaconda and guided it to her hot, waiting pussy. The tip struggled to get past her lips before finally penetrating her vagina. Victoria leaned back, put her hands on her father's chest, and slowly began to work her way down that monster.
I always loved when she fucked me reverse cowgirl, but it never lasted long because her bubble butt was so large that it prevented me from really penetrating her. I would always slip out, and Victoria would spend a lot of the time guiding me back in. This was not the case with her father. In a matter of moments, he was buried to the hilt in my wife. His cock wasn't popping free until she came. He grabbed two hands full of his daughter's tits and hung on for the ride.
Victoria rode her father's dick like it was a bucking bronco. She had clearly gotten used to the size, as she wildly bucked and rotated her hips, making sure his dick felt every last inch of her insides. But try as he might, this bronco wasn't throwing this cowgirl tonight. Instead she moaned and grunted as every thrust punished her vagina.
"Oh yes! Fuck me Daddy!" She cried. "Fuck that tight pussy!"
Papa Joe just grunted and grabbed her tits harder, slamming his daughter back down onto his rock hard cock.
"Aieee, Fuck! Oh shit that's deep!" Victoria wailed.
She was enjoying the moment, but it was obvious that she was also putting on a show. For a second I thought she might be enjoying the act more than the sex itself, but then she bent over and placed her hands on her father's knees, slowly letting his dick work its magic.
Victoria's legs shook and quivered as she came for the second time that night. Her legs buckled and she almost collapsed in a heap, burying her father's dick back in her pussy. Her vagina visibly pulsed as her chest heaved, sweat dripping from her breasts and making small puddles on the black leather chair.
I had no idea how Papa Joe could fuck like this and not cum. I couldn't even touch myself and my cock was straining at it's enclosure. But like a true gentleman, he let his daughter collect herself before continuing her punishment. He helped her raise off of his throbbing cock and held her steady as she regained her feet, wobbly from her most recent orgasm. He wrapped his daughter in his arms and lifted her by her reddened behind.
Victoria wrapped her arms and legs around her father as she once again attacked his mouth with hers. Papa Joe stood tall with his lustful daughter perched just above his towering manhood. He lowered her just a bit so his bulbous head easily slipped inside her vulva. Victoria worked the tip as her father held her up. She again looked my way, making sure I was watching the entire incestuous act.
She mouthed my direction, "I love you, Baby." Victoria briefly closed her eyes, enjoying the moment, and then looked back at me to say, "He's fucking my brains out."
She wasn't lying. The slow, sensual riding was putting her right back on edge. It was obvious she was building towards another orgasm. Before she could get there though, Papa Joe had had enough and laid her down on the side of the bed. Victoria briefly adjusted her position for both me and the cameras, but then quickly pulled her father back inside her with her legs around his waist.
It was as if Papa Joe had finally snapped. His daughter had seduced and teased long enough. He was going to take what was his and stamp it firmly with his enormous cock. He fucked my wife with short, deliberate strokes, making sure to pause briefly as just the head remained inside his daughter's desperate pussy.
Victoria squirmed with pleasure, almost begging her dad to fill her all the way. She was visibly anxious as she was now on the receiving end of the torture. Papa Joe grabbed his daughter's hips and repeatedly penetrated her only halfway before pulling back. She desperately tried to take more of him by thrusting her pelvis at him, but father was too quick and made sure he left her wanting.
Victoria now pawed at her own breasts and her face flushed with color. Her eyes were closed as she moaned and mumbled incoherently.
"What was that now?" Papa Joe teased.
"I...need...fuck...me," Victoria exhaled.
Papa Joe continued his little game, driving both Victoria and I mad with anticipation. "I'm going to need you to speak louder, Mija. I can't quite make out what you want."
My wife finally opened her eyes, and with determination, grabbed her father with her arms and legs, pulling him on top of her. "I need you to fuck me!" she screamed.
With that, Papa Joe once again buried his nine inch cock deep into his daughter. That was all it took. Victoria arched her back and held her father in place as she came for the third time that night. Papa Joe just grinned as he watched his beautiful daughter, dressed in immaculate bridal lingerie, cum over and over again. It was as if the pair was made for one another, and now Papa Joe was going to get his.
He now fucked his daughter with deep, hard thrusts. The smell of sweat and sex filled the room. The only sounds were of Papa Joe's massive balls crashing into his daughter's ass as he rammed his love muscle deep inside of her. The bed springs creaked and Victoria groaned with each deep thrust. She grabbed her father's ass, trying to get him as deep as she could as her stilettoed toes pointed at the ceiling.
Finally, Papa Joe's balls twitched and his back arched as he let out a massive blast of semen deep inside my beautiful wife. She held him as deep as he could reach as he pumped stream after stream of hot, sticky cum into her vagina.
"Yes Daddy! Fill me with your cum. Get it all inside me," Victoria cooed as she tried to coax every last drop of semen into her pussy.
Papa Joe just grunted as he took all of his sexual frustration out on his daughter.
"Ohhhh yes. I can feel it in me. Ohhhh yes, Daddy." Victoria stroked his back and slowly pulsed her hips as her father laid on top of her, recovering.
Drips of semen slowly leaked from her pussy as Papa Joe softened inside her. He began to pull away, but Victoria quickly held him in place.
"No, stay inside me. Stay right there," she whispered. "Oh fuck, its so wet."
Victoria continued to slowly press her clit into Papa Joe's pelvis. She dug her nails into her father's ass as she built towards a fourth orgasm.
She continued encouraging him with her words, "Oh my God. I'm gonna cum again Daddy. Please! Yes! Please don't stop. Oh fuck. Yes!"
This time Victoria came harder than I had ever seen. Her back arched. Her eyes rolled back in her head. She dug deep red marks into her father's back. She screamed and moaned as her entire body quaked with pleasure.
I watched in awe as my Father-in-Law did things to his daughter that I had only dreamed of doing. She still looked angelic in her once pristine bridal lingerie. Victoria was a sweaty, sticky mess. Her curls were matted and knotted. There were red marks under her breasts from the corset. Her stockings were still attached to the garters, but were twisted and soaked with sweat.
By time Victoria had recovered from her fourth orgasm of the night, Papa Joe was again fully hard and still buried deep inside his daughter. He continued to pump away. It made a slurping like sound as his cock slid in and out, being lubed by his massive load of cum that was recently deposited in his daughter's depths.
Victoria was too sensitive to continue though. For the first time I had ever seen, she put her hand to her father's chest and asked him to stop. Papa Joe was reluctant, but he obliged. He rolled off of his daughter and laid on his back next to her, his rock hard cock pointing straight up, covered in globs of cum and glistening with his daughter's juices. They both took several breaths, but after a few moments, Victoria rolled toward her father and stroked his cock with her left hand.
"Don't worry Daddy," she said. "I'll take care of that."
With that, she slipped to her knees beside the bed and began to clean Papa Joe's cock with her tongue. Victoria started at the balls and worked her way to the tip, making sure to get every last drop of sweet semen that didn't stay in her vagina. Once she had devoured everything she could, she quickly plunged her head into his lap, forcing the nine inches deep into her waiting throat. There she remained as long as she could hold it, tonguing her father's testicles with her nose pressed to his pelvis. Victoria finally rose for air, gagging and leaving a trail of slobber.
She continued to work the top half while pepper grinding the bottom of Papa Joe's shaft with both hands. He leaned back and moaned, "Oh Mija, you are such a good little cock sucker."
I grinned with pride as I watched my darling wife work her father toward his second orgasm in only minutes. She certainly had a prize winning mouth when it came to blowjobs. The view was incredible. Victoria was still covered in sweat. Cum leaked slowly down her thigh and onto her stockings. Her tits rested against her father's thighs as she bobbed up and down on her father's swollen cock head.
As her father moaned in pleasure, she finally lifted her head from his dick, squeezed her breasts together with her arms, and guided his massive cock right into her waiting cleavage. Papa Joe propped himself up to get a view of the pink tip of his cock emerging from the top of his daughter's giant breasts. Victoria bounced her breasts up and down rapidly, slurping the top of her father's cock every time it appeared.
Finally, Papa Joe let loose with everything he had. It was like a fire hose. Spurt after spurt of hot, sticky cum hit Victoria in the chin with great force. It splattered all over her breasts, down her cleavage, and onto her corset. Five, six, seven, eight, I counted. An eight roper! I had no idea how he could manage after just cumming in her pussy minutes ago, but my wife was a pro.
She took the pearl necklace like a true porn star. Victoria threw her head back in ecstasy as each spurt hit her in the chin. Once her father was spent, she held her breasts together and her father's cock in place, so she could dip her chin into the pool of cum. She slurped up a mouthful, held it in place, and then let it run down her pretty face.
I was practically jumping out of my skin as my cock pulsed and ached to get out of its cage. Victoria had titty fucked me before, but with the combined size of her breasts and my dick, I could never reach the top like her father. This was something I could have never wished to witness in a million years.
Victoria finally let Papa Joe's softening cock slide from her cleavage, allowing the pool of cum to coat her stomach and drip recklessly onto our bed. She stood and looked at the aftermath, grinning at the sight of it all. Happy with her work, she fell to the bed and laid next to her father, covered inside and out with his seed.
They laid together on the bed, chatting and giggling for several moments, two lovers enjoying one-another's company. It was clear that both of them had completely enjoyed themselves and exhausted themselves. Finally, Papa Joe rose and made his way to the shower. Victoria quickly made her way to me in the closet.
She greeted me with a big, sloppy, cummy kiss, making sure I tasted the leftovers of her father's cum. "How was the show?" she asked quietly.
"It was the hottest thing I've ever seen," I responded. "Far and away the best night of my life. That was an amazing anniversary gift. Thank you."
"It's not over yet," she whispered. "When we leave the room, go sit on the bed."
Victoria left to check on her father and left me in wonderment of what she could have possibly meant by that. I had no idea what she had in mind, but I was dying to get out of my cage and stroke myself to orgasm.
I slunk back into the darkness of the closet and made sure the sliding door was mostly shut. Papa Joe soon exited from the shower and began to dress in his now wrinkled suit...the same suit he was supposed to be wearing to take my wife on our anniversary date. He treated her to an unforgettable evening nevertheless.
Victoria and her father made small talk as he dressed. She made no effort to clean herself, however, and only slipped her white silk robe back on to escort her father out of the room. As they finally made their way out of the bedroom, Victoria looked my way. She wagged her finger in a come-hither motion and pointed for me to sit on our bed.
I gave them a few seconds after the bedroom door had shut and then silently crept from my hiding place and sat down where my wife had just been fucked senseless. The comforter was a mess. It was disheveled, sweaty, covered in several bodily fluids that were sure to stain. All I could think about was how hot it was to watch my wife fuck her father like that. When it had happened six months ago, I was unsure of what the future would hold. Now I was excited for the possibilities, but my balls still ached and I needed to cum bad.
I had left my phone back in my pants in the closet, so I did not watch what was happening between my wife and her father in the living room, but I did not dare get out of my seat on the bed for fear of Victoria not releasing me from my cage. It felt like she was gone for an eternity. "Whatever is taking her so long," I said to myself. "Salma is going to start to wonder what happened to her husband."
Finally, after several more minutes of agony, the door creaked open and in walked my wife. She let the robe fall to the floor and walked to stand in front of me at the side of the bed, posing like a superhero with her hands on her hips.
I practically liked my lips at the sight of her. The once curly up-do had fallen over her shoulders. Her makeup was smudged, and most of her lipstick had been left on her father's cock. Dried semen coated her chin, neck, and breasts; although there were several large globs of off-white cum still making its way down her cleavage. She was scratched and sweaty. There were several runs in her $60 stockings. Victoria was used and abused. I couldn't have been more happy for her.
I started to speak, "That was incred..." but she put a finger to my lips to shush me.
Victoria didn't say a word. She just ran a finger up her breasts and gathered a drip of her father's semen, using it to coat her lips like it was lip balm. Then she leaned over me and gave me a kiss. I initially pulled back, but she grabbed my head and made sure that I tasted her father. What happened next completely threw me for a surprise.
My wife rose from me and took a seat on her new sex chair. She sat spread eagle, her heels causing her knees to bend slightly as she laid back into the chair's curve.
"I know you want out of your cage, Baby, but I need you to do something for me first," she said breathlessly.
"Of course," I responded; a little too eagerly, not yet knowing what she was about to request.
"I need you to clean out my vagina...with your tongue," my wife asked, although the way she said it, it was more of a demand.
My eyes bulged out of my head. Tasting the cum on her lips was one thing, but what she was asking...I was not prepared for that.
Victoria continued, "Oh, and if I don't cum again, you don't cum."
My head was spinning as I made my way over to my wife. I got down on my knees between her legs and finally got a good look at her vagina. I had seen it so many times, but this was like seeing it for the first time all over again. It was almost unrecognizable. Her lips were engorged and red, almost swollen like she was stung by a bee. Her father's semen clung to her slit like a spiderweb. More semen oozed from her opening onto the black leather seat.
I was taken aback by the sight, but it was the smell that overwhelmed me. As I got closer, the pungent smell of sex and Papa Joe's semen attacked my senses. I had smelled my own semen before, but never this close and in this quantity. I couldn't believe what she was asking me to do.
I hesitated as I put my head between her legs, now more unsure of this as I had ever been of anything in my life. This level of cuckoldry was not something I asked for.
Victoria quickly knocked me out of my stupor by quoting one of my favorite lines from "American Psycho."
"Don't stare at it Aaron, eat it."
I loved her in that moment, but I still wasn't ready.
"You better get in there before all my dad's cum leaks onto the chair," she prodded. "It will be tough to get me to orgasm if you're not eating my pussy."
With that, she grabbed my head and forced the issue upon me. My wife buried my nose and mouth into her slimy crease. The smell and taste were overwhelming. I tried to clean around her lips, but she guided me back to her slit. Finally, I gave in and buried my tongue in her pussy.
"Oh yes," Victoria moaned. "Get all of his cum out of me, Baby."
Just then the first big glob hit my tongue and made its way into my mouth. I almost gagged. The combined sour taste and snot-like texture was too much. I fought off the desire to choke and swallowed it down.
"How does it taste eating my father's cum out of my pussy?" Victoria didn't allow me to answer as she pulled me back into her vagina. "That's a good cuck," she cooed. "Eat all that cum. Don't let a drop go to waste."
I was disgusted and turned on all at the same time. My cock once again pulsed within its cage. Now that I had gotten past the initial shock, I couldn't hold back if I tried. I licked the dried semen from her legs. I slurped what had leaked from her pussy onto the chair. I bathed her lips and clitoris with my tongue, ensuring not a drop of cum remained. All of it went down my throat.
Victoria was clearly getting worked up as well. She ran her hands through my hair as she pressed her hips into my face. She watched me the entire time, making sure I didn't miss a single spot.
Finally, my wife arched her back and demanded, "suck it all out of me baby!"
I did as commanded. I put my lips to hers and sucked as much of her father's cum from her vagina as I could. I was hit with a wave of slimy, globby, semen as Victoria pushed with her vaginal muscles. The tidal wave shot straight into my mouth and coated my throat as I struggled to get it all down.
Once the wave subsided, I attacked Victoria's clip with my tongue and buried two fingers in her pussy. She bucked and threw her head back in pleasure. My wife was now riding my face and I was just hanging onto her hips, hoping she'd cum.
"Oh yes baby. Eat that pussy. Swallow that cum. Oh fuck! Shit!"
I was then hit with a completely new sensation. My face was practically drenched as I fought off a new pungent smell. Victoria thrashed her hips as she finally orgasmed, soaking me and the chair in the process. My wife had just squirted. I beamed with pride for a moment before I realized the situation that led to it wasn't entirely my doing.
I lapped up all of Victoria's juices while she recovered. Eventually she sat up, and patted the chair for me to join her.
"That's a good little husband," my wife taunted as she fingered my cage. "Would you like me to let you out?"
I nodded.
She flipped me and straddled my lap, rubbing her still swollen vagina on my caged dick, letting the tip briefly penetrate her before pulling back.
"I bet you want to fuck me so bad, don't you, Hubby?" Victoria smirked. "You got to see that big cock stretch me out and make me cum, and now you think you should get a piece of the action too, huh."
"Yes," I admitted sheepishly.
"I guess you deserve some relief for your actions today," she finally relented.
Victoria reached into the top of her corset and pulled out the tiny key. She unlocked my cage and finally provided me with the freedom I craved. My cock practically jumped to life, springing to its full five and a half inches.
She effortlessly lowered herself onto my cock, meeting almost no resistance. After the fucking she had just received, my wife's pussy was stretched to its limit. I barely felt her as she rode my cock. I watched in the mirror, finally realizing just how small I truly was compared to her father. No wonder I could never make her cum, while he did so easily.
Despite the looseness of my wife's vagina, I had been so worked up, any sensation on my cock had me ready to burst. I barely lasted a minute watching my beautiful wife finally fuck me again. I grabbed her hips and thrust my inadequate cock as deep as I could and spilled my meager amount of cum into her pussy.
I finally got the much needed reprieve from the built up sexual tension. Victoria remained still in my lap, just looking at me as I came down from my much needed orgasm, head finally beginning to clear. She looked at me lovingly and said, "Well, it looks like you have another mess to clean up. You'd better get to work."
*****Author's Note*****
Thank you again for taking part in our story. I hope you enjoyed reading about how our lives have changed since adding Papa Joe to Victoria's stable. I am happy to announce that Chapter 3 is already in the works, but I do have a favor to ask. I have been trying to convince Victoria to write a chapter from her point of view (either her take of the first time with her father or her story of the weekend she went away). She is a little reluctant. If this is something you would like to hear, please comment to encourage her. I know I certainly want to hear things from her perspective. Thanks again for reading and coming with us on this journey.
Much Respect,
-Aaron