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Daddy's Cock Forever Ch. 01-04

Chapter 1

The wedding was absolutely lovely, of course. It was a bit strange, of course, to watch my daughter take the plunge with this new man in her life. She was beautiful, of course, just like her mother in her own way. Even though my wife and I were estranged, we had never quite divorced, at least not yet, and I definitely considered her one of the most gorgeous women on Earth. One of the few rivals to her was my daughter, and, well, she took my breath away at moments like this. I didn't generally tend to like the whole "princess" thing, but it was hard not to feel like a king and think of her as just that, my princess, when she stood there in her bridal gown, all eyes on her.

"Who gives this woman to be with this man?" the priest asked aloud.

"Her mother and I do," I smiled at both my wife and my daughter right then, unaware of how my life would change pretty soon.

The priest then called for the rings, after which my daughter and her bridegroom, a nice enough fellow, if a bit timid and shy, exchanged both bands and wedding vows. I couldn't help but notice the way that the mother of the groom leered at me, even as she also ogled her own son, but that was none of my business at the present. I was there for my Amy, at least at the moment. Any further fallout, well, that was another matter, wasn't it, for another time. This was her day, and to a certain lesser extent in my lights, given my partiality, her Billy's day.

When the priest pronounced them man and wife, I was very happy for her, even though wedded bliss hadn't been my own experience of marriage. Speaking of which, I saw the look in my wife's eyes as she saw me and also the way that Billy's mother mentally undressed me. There was jealousy, but there was also a fascination of sorts. After all, Billy's parents were still married, and supposedly not as estranged as us, so what was going on there? Were unfaithful wives my lot in life, to have them, hold them, and sleep with them, from my own to other men's? I looked over at Billy's father, who was already a bit sauced from the look of him, and wondered what in the ever loving world his wife ever saw in him in the first place.

"It's your curse, you know. Adultery seems to just follow you everywhere, doesn't it?" my wife whispered in my ear as we signed the license as witnesses together, "for what it's worth, I know what a jealous, hypocritical bitch I've been, but I'm human, so sue me. Maybe we can ... you know, make a truce of sorts in spite of that."

"Yes, I'm a walking Murphy's Law of marital infidelity, aren't I? Yours, mine, other women's, etc. What sort of truce did you have in mind? I've dropped any pressure on you to sign the divorce papers, and neither of us have spoken to our lawyers in how long now? Isn't that a kind of truce in itself? We're basically separated, that's all, for all intents and purposes?" I addressed Cassie's comments as we headed out for the reception.

"I appreciate that, by the way. I'm a horrible Catholic, but I am a Catholic. I appreciate you not putting me in permanent danger of eternal damnation, for all that's worth. Thank you for that, babe. I also appreciate getting to attend our daughter's wedding Mass in every way, without feeling an utter pariah. Enough people already judge me, knowing our past. I'll explain the truce in short order, if you're still interested, just not here, not yet, and obviously, you can make your counter-offer, if mine still displeases you," Cassie whispered huskily, her voice leaving no question of her continued lust for me.

"Very well. We'll talk it over later, then. There's still the big party back at your place, anyway. Should I drop off the payment there, too? It's a little early, but would save a trip and gasoline," I alluded to the mortgage check.

"Hey, it's not as if it's court-ordered, as with most such payments. If you want to pay ahead, that makes it easier on me, too. Still, I appreciate that you've been keeping me housed and all that jazz. At least the alimony stopped when I got a new job, by mutual agreement, and didn't I get one rather fast, babe?" Cassie reminded me, feeling a little defensive about that whole matter of me paying for the mortgage so many years.

"That you did, to be fair," I acknowledged, as it was true, perhaps due to pride on her part, "Why exactly did Amy want a masque as her party's theme, anyway?"

"My idea, babe. I suggested it, and being a good daughter, she went with it. Such a sweetheart, our little girl. She is our little girl, you know. Yours and mine. I know that some of your friends urged a paternity test, but I'm glad that you never sought one. I don't know if it was spite or if they were just trying to protect you, but... ," I stopped her with a finger to her lips.

"She's my daughter. Case closed. I don't even want to discuss that issue, because it was never in doubt with me. She's our daughter, mine and yours, as you say. My baby. Your baby. Our girl. There was no way in Hell that I would ever do such a thing, unless, well, it came down to donating organs or blood, and even then it would only be to save her life. I'd test for blood type and expect the results to be a match. End of story," I refused to even entertain the notion that Amy wasn't my daughter in every sense of the word.

"Anyway, she wanted a masque, too, once she thought of it. That's our little girl. Always willing to do things for Mom and Dad, always wanting us back together, of course, though she was angry with me for hurting you ... and for some reason always took up for you more. Defended you for your revenge affairs, but to be fair, maybe she didn't realize that you were always on the cusp of infidelity, so didn't need much excuse. Then again, also to be fair, I didn't exactly qualify as wife of the year, did I? I never apologized for cheating on you, though you never did for the revenge affairs, either.

"I never had a right to expect fidelity from you, given my own adultery, but I was selfish and scared, okay? Terrified of losing you to another, better woman. That doesn't explain my infidelity, though, but that was just another case of my selfishness, I guess. The dirty thrill of getting some on the side. The Catholic guilt thing, I guess. The more I fear sin, the more I desire it. It's the lure of the taboo, that's all. It wasn't to hurt you, but I definitely managed that, anyway, and got burned for my pains. Even so, thanks for basically letting the divorce drop, at least of late," Cassie told me in between stopping to greet folks and get some punch.

"Um ... first part of the truce, at least for tonight, no more rehashing the past, okay? We've been all over this, haven't we? You asked for marriage and monogamy, per your religion, not mine, and you didn't follow your own moral code, which I didn't even share. I, ironically, did follow yours, up to a point, but not past the point where you reneged on your own proposed contract. But again, let's not go into that. For our daughter's sake, let's just drop that for today," I encouraged Cassie, who nodded, eyes moistening with the tears that she wouldn't shed.

"You're right, you're right, of course. Let's just make the best of this, but I do hope that you entertain my proposal. If you're interested, dear, just meet me in the wine cellar. There, if you wish, we can ... consummate our marriage 2.0 in privacy, if you will," Cassie's eyes were unmistakable.

To be fair, Cassie and I had fucked, off and on, over the years, her excuse being that it was still married sex in God's eyes, so it wasn't just a booty call. She was always very good in the sack, too, never a dead lay, her strawberry blonde hair always showing a sheen of sexy sweat after the fact from considerable exertion on her part. Sometimes, she attacked me when I dropped off the payments, too. She seemed to enjoy that part especially, for reasons that were never quite clear to me. Was she role-playing the part of a whore? Then again, whores demanded condoms and Cassie absolutely refused to let a rubber inside her.

"I'll ... consider it," I continued the whispered discourse, which no doubt had people looking at us strangely, but then, we were still married, and some must have realized all married couples have their little secrets, even estranged ones.

"That's all that I ask, honey," Cassie persisted in using endearments for me, something that she admittedly never stopped doing for all these years.

"Well, well, if it isn't Daniel Rubinstein himself? Miracles do happen, I think! To see you and the wife hanging out with each other so much, whispering whatever secrets you have together, the hidden mysterious of a couple together for so long. Well, intermittently, of course," Roger Stanfield, Cassie's stepbrother, shook my hand and kissed his stepsister's.

"Yes, it was beautiful, seeing the father and mother of the bride standing together in amity, even if only briefly. God works in very strange ways at times, and so I do see the hand of our Lord and His Saints at work, in fact," the priest, Father Jack Cannon, declared for his part, no doubt meaning well, as he showed by shaking my hand, fist-bumping Roger, and hugging Cassie very warmly.

"Well, I won't promise anything, but for the moment, yes, I've let sleeping dogs lie, as it were. Both of us have. There's a kind of ... truce emerging, at least for now. A consensus to leave things be," I explained to Father Jack, though a bit leery of him despite his pivotal role in my own marriage, mostly because I didn't have much faith in God anymore.

"It's not perfect, but a start, and, hey, I'll take it. There's no finality to this, which is good. As long as you preserve the sacrament, there's still hope, I believe, because you're still in a state of grace. I know that you're not Catholic, Dan, but that's how I feel, that's what I honestly believe. I think that you, as a Jew, have a decent respect for the estate of marriage, as witnessed by your attendance at this, your daughter's wedding, and your own hesitation at actually severing the marital bonds with your wife. Remember, I officiated your own wedding Mass, so many years ago," the aging priest expounded his own thoughts.

"For the record, I still love Cassie. I always will. That's just a fact. No sense in denying. It wouldn't have hurt as much if I didn't love her, would it? I don't just fall out of love very easily. It's never been my way, whatever my reputation," I pointed out, not mentioning the fact that I was also a very lapsed Jew to have married a Roman Catholic of any stripe, love or no love.

"I ... know. I can see it in your eyes. That's why it hurts so much that we've come so close to the end. Sorry, dear. I didn't mean for the past to get brought up again. I know what we agreed, and somehow, it got mentioned again, anyway," Cassie told me with a sudden kiss, which Amy noticed and which brought a smile to her face, just as the best man got our attention and prepared to give his wedding toast.

That I didn't resist the kiss probably got some attention, too, but I stopped it in time not to steal my daughter's thunder. I wanted her to be the focus, not Cassie or me. Well, her and Billy, to be accurate, but I was naturally partial to Amy. I smiled at my daughter as she sat there, looking gorgeous as ever. She blushed a little, especially when Tyler, the best man, kept rambling on about some of her escapades over recent months with the groom, before finally delivering the toast itself.

"Daddy, would you care to say something?" Amy called out to me, and I nodded.

"Baby girl, you look as lovely as ever and your young man here is one hell of a lucky bastard to have you. No offense, Billy. It's just every father's prerogative to think that his daughter is way out of every man's league. You're a solid man and I trust that I'm leaving her in very good hands," I announced, despite my doubts, especially given that Billy seemed to be so tied to his mother's apron strings, "anyway, congratulations, sweetie, and to you, too, Billy. To Amy and Billy, many years of wedded bliss!" I told them as raised my glass in the toast.

"My turn to speak, then. Billy, Amy, I really care for both of you, though, as Amy's mother, I'm naturally biased in her favor. Nothing personal. I just made her with this wonderful guy here, her father, the absolute best guy that I've ever known. He's a great husband and father, I'll have you know, and whatever his flaws, still a shining example to follow, I'll have you know, Billy. This is a man who has done so much for other people, so much for even people who mistreated him at times, such as yours truly, though I like to think that I'm still a damned good mother and wife in my own way. Anyway, enough of that," Cassie wiped her eyes free of her tears, "I wish both of you the best in your life together, and all the joy that you could ever have, even if it sometimes comes with some growing pains. To Billy and Amy on their adventures in marriage!" she raised her glass in the toast and we shared it.

With that, I hugged Cassie very tight and gave her a hanky to wipe more of her tears away, much to her surprise, perhaps. I was in an abnormally sentimental, romantic mood for a cynical, estranged husband, I suppose. It was probably due to seeing Amy's and Billy's joy in their union, which brought back great memories of the earliest, halcyon days of my own to Cassie, before the affairs, which were really the only serious problem in our marriage to date, well, that and the mutual resentment over them, plus my dislike of the whole monogamy rule in the first place. I know that other people like to assume that a marriage is poisoned already if one or both spouses cheat, but I just recall how happy we were until she started cheating on me, not practicing what she preached.

"You're right, you know. You're a terrific mother and wife, all things considered. You're even a great girlfriend to your beaus, I believe," I reassured Cassie, giving her a tender kiss on the lips, which just made her smile very wistfully at me and kiss me back very hard.

"Except for cheating on them with you, but that can't be helped. You're my husband. My body rightfully belongs to you, not them. Besides, if I can betray you, they're not getting a free pass, either," Cassie answered with some dark humor.

"I suppose that's kinda been my deal with my girlfriends, too," I confessed with some embarrassment.

"I figured as much. That offer still holds, if you wish, once we get to the real party, the masque. Such a treasure, our girl, with such wonderful ideas, isn't she?" Cassie winked at me, even as Amy and Billy both looked lost in their own little world, at least for now.

"That she is, babe. That she is," I smiled at my wife, even returning her wink, though not committing myself to the idea just yet.

Several courses later, between shaking hands with everyone, hugging Amy more than once, even giving her butterfly kisses, not to mention other activities, I was just a tad more sauced myself than I expected to be, though stuffing my face with food slowed it down a bit. I even got a cell call from Xander, my son, who was out of the country right then, so unable to attend the nuptials. He made a point of calling Amy, too, as well as his mother, even his Uncle Roger. He would have called Cassie's parents if they still lived, but alas, the grandparents were victims of a car wreck many years past, the work of a drunk driver. (Actually, Cassie's birth mother had died in childbirth and her "Mom" was her stepmother, Roger's mother.) That reminded me to make sure that I took an Uber to the right location, instead of trying to drive there.

"Want to spare the expense?" Cassie asked me as she saw me about ready to set up the directions for the driver.

"Sure, if you're sober enough to get there safely. Otherwise, maybe we should share a ride," I suggested.

"It's not the worst idea, but would you like me to pay for it this time? You got a point that I'm a little buzzed, just not as much as you. It's probably not safe and I don't wish to follow Mom and Dad into an early grave. At least not that way, especially if it's my own damn fault. I've screwed up enough of my life ... and yours, as it is," Cassie agreed sadly, prompting a hug.

"Let me handle it, babe. You're still my wife. This will be a nice throwback to the good old days, when we did things for each other. My frustration with monogamy and other issues aside, they were some damn good years," I waxed nostalgic.

"Remember that cabbie that one time we both got too drunk in that coastal town during our honeymoon. Where was that again, Barcelona?" Cassie giggled as I ordered the Uber.

"Like I'd ever forget, dear. He was hitting on you the whole time, but he always stopped whenever I gave him that glare. The same glare that Dad used to give me or my sister, or any bullies who tried to beat me up over the years," I chuckled at that memory, but then felt

I did not wish to think of the way that things ended, what with Dad's fatal stroke, Mom's passing within two months, and Denise going to the psych ward for a good while after an overdose. She got out, got clean, and was now working with some kind of humanitarian mission over in El Salvador, of places, with, you guessed it, my son Xander, her nephew. I wondered if part of it was to avoid Cassie's and my rocky marriage and its fallout.

"Yes, it was flattering, though for the record, I was a good girl that time. Besides, he was ugly as sin and smelled of tobacco too much," Cassie assured me as I sent a text to the Uber guy.

"Daddy, Mommy, Billy and I are headed back to the masque now. You coming?" Amy tugged on me right then, just in time to get another hug and kiss from me, as well as a following one of both from her mother.

"Of course, sweetie. We'll be right along," Cassie told her and I nodded, just as the text informed me that my Uber was en route.

We managed to part company with Roger, Father Cannon, and even Billy's parents, though Cassie noted with amusement that Samantha, Billy's sexy, Indian mother, continued to flirt with me, with Billy himself, and even with Roger and the priest right under hubby's nose. I wasn't sure why, but for the sake of avoiding unpleasantness, I politely flirted back without being as obvious as her. If Dieter, Billy's very Austrian father, noticed, he didn't act like it, at least. Then again, he was European, so that might explain a few things.

We nearly missed the Uber, thanks to all of the social niceties, but managed to get there in the nick of time, even holding the door open for Cassie. I was bizarrely a bit too jealous to let her ride shotgun, perhaps because this was a private, intimate moment of sorts for us. It was one thing to share her body, even her heart, especially while estranged and separated. It was quite another to share a moment of this sort, one of catching up with each other and pretending that the intervening years hadn't ruined our romance. Cassie seemed to grasp this pretty well, anyway, and she didn't make any gestures to indicate a desire to sit next to the driver.

In fact, during the whole drive there, Cassie wouldn't leave me alone. She acted the part of the very amorous wife, as it happened. She was all over me, necking, petting, kissing me, even giving me a hickey, much to my shock. She whispered naughty, dirty, kinky fantasies in my ear, including one of a threesome that included me, Samantha, and her, as well as one that involved Dieter, her, and me. My cock just got stiffer by the second, so clearly, the booze wasn't stopping me there.

It got to where I couldn't think straight for a moment there, and the moment that we got out of the Uber car (a Saturn, but aren't half of them?), Cassie was on me like white on rice. She did exchange the usual social graces and such, even flirting with various guys, but she never kept it up long enough to leave me alone. She didn't exactly discourage my flirting, either. In fact, she seemed amused and entertained by it, occasionally joining in it.
All things had to come to an end, however, as proven when we had to change into our masks. I opted for Deadpool, just for kicks. Cassie made it clear, though, that she wanted to see me in the cellar as planned, hinting that it would need to be before we got even drunker. As it was, Billy was in an apparent rush to catch up with us, as well as his father. I wasn't sure about that family right then, especially since Billy's sister seemed every bit the lush that her father and brother were. Were they were really that drunk, though? Austrians, like their German brethren, seemed to have very high thresholds for spirits.

Not wishing to observe too much of this drunken madness, fun though it could be at times, I finally went downstairs, after slipping the check into Cassie's purse. To be fair, I really was intrigued, in case it meant an open marriage or something really cool like that. I wasn't sure what she had in mind, but she seemed to honestly think that there was a chance with this new idea of hers, so I was eager to find out what she meant.

That was when I found her, wearing an operatic mask and a very nice evening gown. She didn't hesitate to hike up her dress, either, looking over and seeing me come. It was quite clear that she wanted to fuck first and talk later, and I was hard enough to oblige her. Finding her extremely wet, I slid my fingers in first, tasted them, enjoyed the flavors of her juices, and then began pumping in and out of her bald snatch. She gasped for just a second, and frankly, was tighter than I recalled, but she pushed back pretty soon with equal ardor and powerful hip thrusts. Every stroke met me with her usual vigor, much more like the strawberry blonde that I recalled, despite her wearing an apparent wig of platinum blonde curls.

We fucked for what turned out to be several minutes, the pair of us getting it on like bandits, my precum adding to her juices inside her lovely, slippery twat. I also admired and even fondled her sweet tush, my fingers playing dangerously close to her puckered hole. Every stroke of mine seemed to bring her closer to a climax, not that this was shocking, since I knew her body like the back of my hand, and I knew that my Cassie adored ass play. She moaned and turned darker, even swearing aloud, her profanity very much what I recalled of the naughty Catholic girl that I married so many years ago, the one that I seduced prior to marriage, of course.

I was just on the verge of a release when I heard steps coming down the stairs to the cellar, and after that, an audible gasp.

I also heard, "Who's that, Billy? Is it Daddy? I hope not. This would be embarrassing if he caught us like this, even though we've every right to fuck and have done so for a long time. Still, pretty awkward to have your father, or mother, for that matter, catch us ... or even your folks," in my Amy's voice, coming from the woman underneath me, much to my utter shock.

"Um ... honey, I am Daddy," I confessed, more than a little shaken by what I just did, "I thought ... I thought that you were your mother."

"And I thought that you were my husband! Oh, fuck, I'm committing incest ... and adultery at the same time! I'm an unfaithful wife, just like Mom!" Amy blurted, also quite jolted by the news.

"Hey, don't stop now, guys. This is one of the sexiest, nastiest things that I've ever watched, my husband in the role of adulterer, fucking his own daughter, his own married daughter, his turn putting horns on another man's head. In all of your revenge affairs, I never got to see you plow the wives and girlfriends of the men that I fucked. Now, though, I see a side of you in action that really turns me on, makes me cream my panties!

"Given what I'm wearing, that's especially fitting. Incest, oh, fuck, that makes me so fucking wet! I feel bad for Billy, but damn it, what can I do? I can't help being turned on by this, even though it was clearly an accidental case of mistaken identity," Cassie egged us on, even walking behind me and cupping my balls to excite me further in my current position.

"I hate to say it, but she's right, Daddy. It's maybe the bit of Mom in me, but it's also the way that I always had a crush on you. I could never find your equal, so I never tried too hard, knowing that there was no substitute, anyway. And ... oh, God, it feels so fucking good and thick inside me! I never thought of myself as a size queen, but damn it, Daddy! I love your cock almost as much as I love you!" Amy told me as she squeezed me very tight and helped her mother keep me in place.

"Oh, my, my! Is Billy this good at sex, baby girl?" Cassie asked Amy in my presence, even as she knelt to tongue my ass.

"No ... he tries, but damn it, Mommmmyyy!" Amy started to speak, but her climax overpowered her, and she tightened up so much that my own release inevitably followed.

"Oh, God damn, what have I done?" I shouted as I pulled out of my daughter's relaxing snatch, my cum leaving a trail down her thighs.

"You did our daughter justice, honey. You gave her the best sex that she's ever had, am I right, girl? Truth be told, you were always my favorite lover, and not just because I loved you. Looking back, you were always the most ... intense, most determined lover I had, the most willing to push yourself to get the job done, as it were. You always went that extra bit, exerted yourself just a little more, put yourself out there, and threw yourself into the act with total abandon. You always gave more of yourself than any lover I ever had, and that's a fact, Dan.

"How could you be anything but the best lover any woman could have? I think that some of it was your pride, but also some of it just your nature. It's the only way that you know how to fuck. Thank you, honey. Thank you for doing that for me, and now for my ... our daughter. Don't worry. You still owe me one of your great lays, and I still plan to insist on my conjugal rights, but for now, I want to see my daughter's face as she enjoys the afterglow of her best sex ever," Cassie encouraged us.

Amy pulled off her mask, making it clear that she wasn't wearing a wig, either. She turned around and kissed me hard on the mouth, even as her mother went down to her knees and started to suck my cock. It wasn't but seconds later that Amy joined her there, putting her lips and tongue on my dick, too. The look on both women's faces was priceless, as Cassie lifted her hood on her Little Red Riding Hood costume to wink at me with unconcealed lust. I had two women pleasuring me orally. While I felt serious guilt at enjoying my own, married daughter's favors, I couldn't fight the strong passions inside me at having my two favorite girls in the world service me that way.

"God help me, but I can't quit this cock! I just ... can't give it up! Sorry, Daddy, but you're stuck with me. It might have started by accident, but I'm hooked. Please ... please, Daddy! Please don't make me give up this cock of yours! Mom gets to use it, and no offense, Mom, but you hurt Daddy a lot! If he's willing to let you use his cock after what you've done to him, why can't I, his princess?

"I know that it's wrong, I know that I'm as bad as you for hurting Billy this way, but what can I do? Is this ... how it was for you, wanting strange cock, but also knowing that it's wrong and hurts someone you love? The trouble is that I love Daddy that way, too, so what am I supposed to do? I can't just give up Daddy or hurt him, but I hate myself for cheating on Billy!" my sweet Amy showed a very torn, very conflicted heart now, much different from her old certainty of right and wrong.

"Well, I guess that we're all sinners together then, aren't we? I don't like that I'm doing to another man what was done to me, but how can I spurn the love of my own sweet baby girl? How can I deny you what you clearly crave so much? And ... how does this fit into your ideas for our reconciliation, our truce, our reorganized marriage, Cassie?" I answered, speaking to both of them.

"Honey, what I offer you is a renewal of our wedding vows in a special ceremony that leaves room for ... extracurricular activities? Sort of an open marriage, but a little more selective than the standard package. More like the European understanding, the maitresse/paramour thing. I was never as slutty as you think, but I did have a weakness for certain men, and yes, for the whole guilty, naughty side of things. So, I was a little slutty, but not a round-heeled tart, as they say. I didn't give it out to all comers. I wasn't a whore. I still am not.

"What I propose that we sit down and discuss candidates for our companions, but as for Amy, I'd like her to be, how do I put this, grandfathered in? I'd like her to be a permanent mistress or paramour of yours, your lover for the rest of your days. It's a slight revision of the terms that I intended to propose to you, but I can't deny our sweet daughter the best lovin' that she could ever hope to have in her whole life, not after you whetted her appetite for it. It was partly my fault, since she beat me to the cellar. Why were you down here, baby, anyway?" Cassie suggested, which was more or less what I thought.

Frankly, she had me dead to rights, since I couldn't bring myself to dismiss my own daughter or break her heart ... and I seemed to have trouble taking the final step to end my own marriage. I was neatly trapped in at least a menage a trois, if not more than that. Damn them, those lovely women that I adored! Yes, I adored them, despite Cassie's constant infidelity and past hypocrisy, despite the shocking ease with which my own daughter was willing to sacrifice her beloved Billy's conjugal rights on the altar of Dear Old Dad and Daddy's wonderful cock! What could I do ... my daughter was betraying her husband, but she was doing it with ME! It was a serious case of guilt and yet a major shot in the arm to my male pride and ego, both wounded by her mother's past indiscretions.

Then came the next big shocker, as we distinctly heard another, more strangled, voice utter the words, "She was here to meet me, guys. She came down here to consummate our marriage, and now she's betrayed it ... and, oh, God, I watched it all! Yes, dear wife, I saw everything. I should have intervened, but I couldn't ... I just couldn't. The moment that I saw Deadpool go in to fuck my wife, I was transfixed, spellbound. I know that it wasn't really Deadpool, of course, but damn it, he made my Skeletor look ... well, lame. Yeah, I let Skeletor get cuckolded, but it was worth it, to see this ... to witness it in person.

"When I realized that it was incest, that Deadpool was my father-in-law, that just made it ... more impressive, more satisfying, and it just had a logic all its own. To every little girl, her father is her god, isn't he, just as to every little boy, his mother is his goddess. Why shouldn't he be an exception to the rules? Why should a woman, just because she is all grown up, not be in awe of her own father? I should be so lucky to have my daughter view me with the same reverence and awe!

"I'm not a fool. Maybe a wimp, or a cuckold, but not a fool. I know that if asked to choose between her father and me, Amy will choose Daddy, and she should! Despite Scripture saying otherwise, she should choose you over me if I'm stupid enough to ask her to make that choice. This was beautiful, dear wife! It was inspiring! It was glorious! Yes, it hurt a bit to hear her choose Daddy's cock first, above my own, to know that you fuck her better, but maybe I should take lessons from you, then, shouldn't I? I want to do right by your princess ... Dad. It was the most awesome sex that I've witnessed in my life!" Billy Guttmacher admitted in front of Cassie, Amy, and me, much to our surprise.

"You mean it? You're okay with me ... having an affair with my own father? It's going to be a long-standing affair, dear, because it's a LOVE affair, you know. It's love, not just lust. I'm in lust for his great cock, but I'm in love with him, though I'm also in love with you, and he's also in love with Mom. That much is plain. Oh, baby, you won't regret this at all ... ever! I adore you all the more for this, and while it might label you a cuckold in some folk's eyes, it just makes you a kinder, better husband in mine. To give your ... blessing to something like this!

"But, you know, it can't be one-sided. That's just not right. Daddy raised me, as did Mom, and they raised me with a strong sense of fairness, of justice. This isn't fair at all. I know that some women don't care about right or wrong, about fairness, and I was on the verge of going behind your back out of desperation, but I wasn't pleased with myself for that. I was taught better than that. Especially when my husband has proven to be such a great guy. Yes, you should let me have my fun, but you should stand up for your own right to play, too," Amy articulated, as always, her strong sense of basic human decency.

"Amerys Sandra Rubinstein! You have made me so proud today, which is a strange thing to say after I just fucked you good and hard from behind in cosplay. Your thoughts, Cassie? Maybe you should make Billy your ... paramour, to thank him for being so good to our daughter. For that matter, do you HAVE a paramour right now? I wasn't sure if you did, given how lovey-dovey you've been with me of late, not that it's stopped you before," I reacted to this news, especially to my daughter refusing to make a cuckold of her new hubby.

"Well, the thought occurred to me, but we should ask Billy what he thinks. Billy, who do you want as a paramour? Clearly, my daughter is keen to be fair to you, which is commendable and far better than I was to her father for a while. Tell me your thoughts, son-in-law," Cassie turned to Billy.

"Um ... how do I put this? I'm ... a little bit submissive. I had a long-term fantasy for years of bedding and serving Mom, but she ... I don't know if she'd go for it. I know that Dad and she have a rather unorthodox marriage, and that's part of why I have an easier time accepting this idea, but I don't know if she would take her own son as her lover. It's nothing against you, Mrs. Rubinstein. Don't take it as such.

"In fact, all else being equal, you'd be a great lover or mistress for me. It's just that you asked me who I'd honestly like most in that role, and it's nothing personal, but she had twenty-three years' worth of a head start in my affections," Billy managed to say more than he usually did by far, and boy did it explain a lot about him!

"Well, who says that you have to choose between your mother and your mother-in-law? Both are Mom to you in a way, aren't they? Mother figures, right? Cassie, dear wife, why don't call Samantha down here ... and Dieter, too. See what they think of this. If my hunch is right, Dieter already knows or at least suspects that his wife is no poster child for fidelity, anyway. I think that we should sort this out, here and now. Hell, call Roger down here, too. I suspect that he would be very interested in how things turn out ... are you and he intimate, by the way? Have you ever been?" I urged my wife to beckon more people down to her wine cellar, but then again, I was paying for this one, wasn't it?

"In the meantime, come closer, Amy. Let me embrace and hold you tight. Let me kiss you like your lover as well as your father now," I told Amy, adding, "and when you're done calling the others, come into my arms, too. I'm pretty sure that, while I might, and probably will, bed others, you two are and will remain the two great loves of my life, the ones who hold my heart and soul hostage to your love."

Both my wife and daughter gave me the most priceless, precious looks, as Cassie called the parents of the groom ... and her stepbrother into the wine cellar, and as she then joined our daughter in my arms. I squeezed them both very tight indeed, close to my bosom, near my heart. It was a perfect symbol for my fierce love for both of them, tested by Cassie's adultery and hypocrisy, but strengthened by her unwavering resolve to win me back and by Amy's undying loyalty to me and by determination to save her mother from herself.

"Just so you know, I'm sorry that I cheated on you. I never apologized before, but I do now. I won't ask for an apology for the revenge affairs ... you did nothing wrong in them, if we're being totally honest. Not only were you lashing out in pain, but you were being true to yourself, the real you, once freed from the wedding vows by my breach of contract. I was the liar. I was the one in denial about my true nature. Plus, it was just fair.

"Two wrongs might not make a right, but justice is never wrong from the start, nor is empathy, and you made me feel empathy for you. How can that be wrong, to have to see life through your eyes and know the pain that I caused you? Yes, you hurt me, but you did it in a good cause, not for pain's sake, not just to hurt me out of some kind of malice, but so that I would see beyond my own selfish perspective. You did me a favor, letting me know the ugly truth behind my hypocrisy and lies. Revenge isn't only justice, it's also forced empathy, and that's worthwhile in terms of making a better person out of me.

"Plus, it was my karma, and you were an agent of that karma, helping the Cosmos balance. I know, not very Catholic of me, but I told you, I'm a rotten excuse for a Catholic, right? I've done a lot of thinking since this all went down, and what it comes to is this ... I want this, this sexual adventure, but it's not half what it could be, taking that journey alone. I want my partner, my soulmate, to take it with me. So, will you, Daniel Rubinstein? Will you renew our vows and take this adventure with me, one of sharing our love and lust with others? Will you marry me all over again?" Cassie proposed to me this time.

"Yes, baby, I will!" I whispered without hesitation, my heart speaking through my mouth before I even realized what I said, "and our daughter is taking it with us."

"That I am, Daddy. That I am," Amy whispered to us, while tears streamed down Cassie's face and we kissed them away.

At that point, Dietrich "Dieter" Guttmacher, the father of the groom, his wife, Samantha, and Roger Stanfield, my stepbrother-in-law, who was really a bit of a brother to my wife more than just a step one, all entered the cellar together, seeing me hold my wife and daughter at once, two of us half-naked at best. They could also see how much of a bulge and a smile my son-in-law, the bridegroom, had. All three removed their masks, a leather slave one with matching spiked collar for Dieter, which proved to have more significance, while Samantha had on a classic Harlequin one.

"You asked if Roger and I were ever lovers, dear? Yes, and I'd like us to be again. Roger Stanfield, will you accept the role of my paramour? Daniel Rubinstein, will you grant my stepbrother your blessing, the privilege of enjoying my body and my favors, those of your wife? As you can see, Roger, my husband and daughter are lovers now, and my son-in-law accepts this situation, quite happily. So, what do you think? Yes, we both had affairs in the past and hurt each other, but we're starting fresh in a new marriage, a 2.0, if you will, I believe, if my husband's reaction so far is any indication," Cassie asked me for my thoughts at last, consulted me about this as she should have all along.

"Roger, I want you to know that if you agreed to something like this, or even confessed to something like this, in the past, I would have punched you until you learned why I was kicked out of the Golden Gloves when I was younger. You'd have pissed blood for a week. Why? Because I actually thought of you as a friend, and so I would have seen it as a betrayal. Now, however, I know better. Cheating is not always an act of malice. Sometimes, it's an act of weakness, that's all. A crime of passion, as it were. Besides, I have a better grip on my rage now, I trust.
"In any case, I have my first paramour who has been officially sanctioned by my wife, namely my daughter Amy, so it's time to approve her first paramour, too. That's you, if you're open to it. I can't think of anyone better for this, honestly. You've always looked out for Cassie, so why the fuck not? What do you say, Roger? This time, you would have my blessing for your affair with my wife!" I propositioned my wife's stepbrother at last.

Roger's jaw nearly hit the floor, especially when I let Cassie go for long enough to plant a lip lock on him and put her arms around his waist. Meanwhile, I very possessively reached into Amy's twat and began fingering her, much to her delight, in full view of her in-laws and husband. This left no remaining doubt that I was in earnest, and that my daughter was my lover. When she knelt and began to suck my dick, of course, it was even clearer than before.

"I ... gah ... okay, why not? I mean ... wow ... I get to fuck Cassie again, and this time, with your okay? And this is a long-term deal?" Roger expressed his disbelief, but I nodded and Cassie fell to her knees to start removing his Batman trousers and take his cock into her mouth.

"You definitely made the right decision, stepbrother-in-law, trust me on that," I grinned at him, even as Samantha and Dieter looked on in utter surprise.

"So, does my son get a paramour, too?" Samantha finally asked aloud, while her husband remained speechless.

"Well, about that, his first choice for that was you, actually," I turned to Billy, who nodded with some embarrassment, only his dusky complexion keeping him from blushing a bit there, "that's part of why we called you down here, as we got the distinct impression that your marriage was something other than conventional."

"That's a considerable understatement. Dieter knows that I have lovers and he fully supports my sexual freedom in whatever way I wish to assert it. It's kind of mystical thing for him, in that he views me as a superior woman, basically a goddess, except within the limits of our Catholicism. Yes, I'm a Mar Thoma Christian, and he's at least avowedly a Roman Catholic like most Austrians, but it doesn't stop him from viewing me as an embodiment of the sacred feminine or something like that. It's flattering as hell, really. It's more in the same range as venerating saints, if not quite precisely the same thing.

"As for taking my own son to bed? Why not? To every son, under normal conditions at least, his mother's a goddess at first, the feminine representation of everything that a boy would consider truly divine, wouldn't you agree? She is his first source of nourishment, his first ideal of true femininity, his first caregiver. She has the magical ability to soothe and comfort him, to hold him close, to kiss away his pain, to heal his first injuries and his sicknesses, you get the idea. I would love to be his mistress, to take him to bed, to comfort him and soothe any wounds to his pride from wearing cuckold's horns or whatever, though he clearly doesn't mind sharing his wife with you.

"Yes, Dieter and I have a very unorthodox marriage, just as Cassie and you, Amy and Billy, do. We are all in the same boat there. I've had various lovers, while Dieter, well, it's better to show rather than tell, isn't it? It makes for a much better story, I hear, when you show instead of tell," Samantha yanked down her husband's trousers, lifted his very limp dick, and showed us that he had no testicles ... he was neutered.

"He's ... been gelded like a horse!" Roger exclaimed with surprise, while Cassie kept sucking him and Amy continued servicing me with her mouth.

"By my own choice, I assure you. See, while I'm a Roman Catholic, I also practice an eclectic form that borrows from other traditions, especially that of Magna Mater, or Kubaba Cybele, the Phrygian Goddess who inspired a lot of traditions surrounding the Blessed Virgin. In the cult of Cybele, her consort, Attis, was himself neutered so as to serve her selflessly. So, that is what I have done, of my own accord, with any prompting or urging from her. It was all my idea, I swear.

"This has multiple benefits, at least from my perspective. I still get to experience myself sexually, in an adventurous, unconventional way, by bending over for my wife's lovers and letting her peg me as well. She also... 'queens' me, that is, using my face as her stool or chair. I still have testosterone supplements, but I let her control the supply, so as to keep my levels where she likes them, and I still get to fuck her three to seven days every month, but just during her period. During those times, I wear prosthetic balls, and I get a higher injection of testosterone to help me do the job.

"I'm sterile, of course, that's the principal consequence of this, but that's necessary, so as to limit my progeny to Billy and no one else. An inferior male, a eunuch like me, should be content with the role of consort to a superior woman, a goddess like Samantha, and with bending over for her paramours and sucking their dicks, as well as orally pleasuring her, and whatever other wonderful rewards she gives me, and yes, she rewards me well. I also like to role-play the Lord Varys bit at times, which gives me back a sense of being strong in my own eunuch way.

"Yes, Billy is mine. I wasn't castrated until after the fact, and yes, I still like and get to do other manly things, such as drink, gamble, and other things. I still like to hunt and fish, to play darts, to party, etc. An outsider might just think that I'm naturally hairless. I have to exercise a bit more and work harder to maintain muscle mass, due to the limited levels of testosterone in my body, but I do it because it's worthwhile to keep a masculine figure. I want to still look good on my wife's arm, after all.

"It's not that I don't enjoy sex. It's just that this is my token of submission to female authority, to respect for Samantha as matriarch in our wife-led marriage. She's a goddess to me, though not in strict theological terms, just in terms of our relationship and how I think of her, romantically and such. I have great respect and reverence for her, utter awe, and I'm more than willing to let her keep my balls pickled in a jar as a reminder of my subservient role in our marriage. I sacrificed my masculinity and my sexual power, my physical prowess, even my full spousal rights, on the altar of my goddess, Samantha, and I've never regretted it one day since. Our marriage has become so much better, because it's focused on making her happy. My own happiness comes from pleasing her and earning her favor and rewards from her.

"I'm not a cuckold or even, strictly speaking, a wittol. I'm a eunuch. My manhood is gone, so my masculinity is no longer at stake, because it's non-existent, technically at least. That liberates me from any expectations of masculine or virile behavior whatsoever. As a eunuch, I'm free from the horns and the shame of letting my wife, my goddess cavort with other men, as well as from any disgrace in doing unconventional things. I'm a slave to my goddess, but not to my former virility.

"I'm also free from the urge to masturbate, which frees up a lot of my energy and time for other things. I'm not as distracted and I seldom view porn, except with Samantha present. As a eunuch, I relish the role of protecting my wife from unwanted advances, even as I prepare and assist her in serving those men who are worthy, which are judged by her standards, though she does consult me. Her lovers are superior men, and they then become my lovers, too, and that is the final test of worthiness of her service to them. They have to be willing to sodomize me and fuck my face. Samantha can take it from here," Dieter realized how verbose he had waxed with a slight blush on his face.

"So, you function a lot like a harem eunuch, then? Guarding the woman and keeping her available to those men who are authorized to use her?" I commented for clarity.

"Precisely," Samantha answered for him, "That's exactly what he does. Anyway, that's the price of taking me to bed, of fucking me, making love to me. I will submit to any man I deem worthy of my favors, of course. My dominant side is reserved for submissive men and eunuchs like Dieter here, while my submissive side is for my studs. Just understand that, as we are one flesh, to be my lover is to be his, too. Yes, I am one flesh with a eunuch, but I actually like it that way. It took some adjustment, to be sure, and I still miss him inside me at times, but I've grown to enjoy having him under my thumb ... and my heel. He has a foot fetish, too.

"So, how about it? Which of you men wishes to take me to bed, be my lover as well as his? He's very smooth and yet very fit, very much like a swimmer in his physique, and in fact, that's one of his favorite workouts. Ironic, in that he has no swimmers, but that's the weirdness of life. He thinks of himself as queer, not gay, nor even bisexual, as noted. Queer better represents his sexuality, if you really think of it, when you combine all of his kinks with his taste for cock and his worship of other men's balls while he has none of his own."

"I will ... anything to be your lover, just as I will do anything to stay married to Amy. I adore her and I also adore you, Mom. Please ... let have you both ... and Cassie, if you're all okay with that. Yes, I know that means also sleeping with Dad, fucking his mouth and ass. If they're as smooth as they seem to be, no hair and such, nice and clean, why not? It's what Dad needs, so why deny him that? I didn't know that Dad had no balls, but it explains a few things about him. I'm not as dominant as Dan or Roger, but I can try to be more dominant than Dad, if you wish. Can I be the exception, though, and submit to you, Mom, Cassie, and Amy, even as I dominate Dad? Mother, may I?" Billy even smiled a bit as he added that last line.

"Yes, my dear son, you may. You'll still be a better, superior man compared to your father, by his own admission. Being my son makes you unique, a special case, one where I serve you, but you also obey me, right? We can and will be lovers, and perhaps you'd like a shot at siring a child on me, as might the other guys in question? I still need at least one, more masterful lover, as I dropped my previous paramours of late. Two more masterful lovers would be better, of course," Mrs. Guttmacher consented to incest with her own son.

"I'm game for that," I smiled at her, "And technically, this isn't adultery, as lack of cohabitation is grounds for annulment, I believe, so you aren't truly married, since he's a eunuch. You are, legally, and yes, you are one flesh in the sense that you were once his wife in the biblical sense, but you're not his wife in the most physical, literal sense these days. So this isn't adultery, is it, especially with his consent?"

"True, you have a valid point. And you, Roger? What do you think?" Samantha asked my wife's stepbrother.

"Count me in, too. Especially since I don't know how Amy feels about bedding her uncle," Roger looked at Amy, who looked to me.

"It's up to Daddy. I won't be displeased, whatever he chooses, trust me. I love my husband, but he's no longer in control of me. Daddy is. Daddy comes first. Daddy's cock is my favorite, followed by Billy's. I serve Daddy first, followed by Billy, so if you can take third place in my life, that's the spot left open to you. Sorry, but that's just how it has to be. I worship Daddy. I don't care how wrong that sounds. I worship Daddy's cock, too. Forever. I'm a slave to Daddy and his cock for life ... forever. That's just how I feel. Sorry, Billy, but that's how it is. I love you, but I also love Daddy and I'm always going to be a Daddy's girl," Amy told him and me.

"That's okay, babe. I'm a Mama's boy first, so I know the feeling. I don't have to be first in your life, as long as I'm first in Mom's. Well, maybe tied with Dad for first in my case," Billy assured her, "as I said, it's only right to prefer your father even to your husband. That's as it should be."

"I agree. So, Amy, go ahead and bed your uncle, along with your husband and me. Just remember that this pussy, this mouth, and yes, this ass, are mine first. By your own stated intentions and declaration, I own you, don't I, baby girl?" I asserted my rights as Amy's lord and father, apparently regaining the "in hand" aspect of things ... if this were a Roman marriage, it would be the "sine manu" kind, as in "without hand."

"Like Paula Abdul once said, I'm forever your girl, Daddy! You gave me away to my husband, but I am still yours at heart, first and foremost. All you gave Billy was the right to legally partner with me, to call me his wife. You didn't give up your spot in my heart to him. No offense, Billy, but it's quite clear that you already understand that the parent-child bond trumps even the marital one.

"Parenting precedes marriage and is a creation of nature, versus marriage, which was forged by law and society. Marriage has its place for sure, or else I wouldn't have wed you, Billy, but Daddy is first in my affections. Daddy's love and Daddy's cock forever! Daddy's slut princess forever!" Amy told him while sucking me some more.

"I can accept that order of things. As for being first in someone's life, well, I don't need that kind of pressure. I'm just a grown-up fuckboy, guys. That's cool with me. Way I see it, fuckboys get a bad rap. We're not all bad, not at all. There's a reason why my relationships never work out and I twice got left at the altar, I think. I dodged two bullets there, I think in hindsight. I'm not cut out for heavy relationships, just casual or semi-serious ones, and three girlfriends, basically, one of them my stepsister and one of them my niece, okay step-niece, what the hell, right?

"Not to mention getting to fuck a eunuch in the ass regularly, hey, why not? It's still sex and I don't have to worry about getting him pregnant. I wouldn't mind impregnating Samantha at some point, but I won't push my luck. Three women and a eunuch, what's not to like about that combo? Toss in adultery and incest, and hey, it's hot as can be! More sin for the win! So, honestly, though, you don't miss your balls at all, Dieter? And you actually only get laid during Samantha's period? Well, that's more than I thought that a eunuch could, so that's something, anyway," Roger reacted to all of this news.

"No, I don't miss them. Not really. I'm a better guy without them, though that's not true for you, for Billy, and certainly not for Dan. And trust me, bending over for you and for Dan, even for my own son, that will be pretty sweet for me. I live to serve my goddess. Whatever pleases her pleases me as well. Just like the Cappadocian Goddess, another version of Cybele, she is free to have any lovers she wishes, and I simply enable and protect and support her in this," Dieter confirmed his submissive nature ... it wasn't my cup of tea, but the world needs all kinds, right?

"Just as I live to serve Daddy. Daddy and his big Daddy cock, forever, for life, for fucking eternity. I worship this big Daddy cock! I'm Daddy's fuckmeat!" Amy reaffirmed, bending over for me yet again.

I didn't hesitate to slide my cock back into my daughter's sweet snatch again, loving the touch of her fine bottom in my hands as I began fucking her for only the second time ever. I knew that this was just the second of many times, especially as Amy made it abundantly clear that she was mine to fuck as I pleased, that she was in my "hand," as it were, subject to my will. She called herself my fuckmeat, my "slut princess," no less. Evidently, Cassie's passion for me had come down to her in spades. Amy got it honestly, from her mother's own worship of me.

Speaking of Cassie, I turned to Roger and instructed him, "Go ahead and fuck my wife, Roger. You know that you want her, that you crave her sweet body. You want to 'roger' her badly, don't you? Do it! Commit adultery with my wife, this time with my complete backing and moral support. She's my wife first, don't forget that, but she's still your paramour."

"That I am, baby. I am your wife first, but I'm also Roger's lover and stepsister. Thank you for understanding that and for agreeing to this ... marriage 2.0 deal. I swear to God and on the bones of the saints, if necessary, I will never hurt you or treat you unfairly again! Thank you, honey! I love you so fucking much, especially for this, but also just for being you! You're my ... idol, my ... Master!" Cassie blurted out her true feelings for me and I would have fucked her right then and there, but I was already busy fucking my daughter, my sweet Amy (short for Amerys, in case you missed that).

"Oh, fuck me, Daddy ... you're the best!" Amy began cussing as I drove deeper inside her lovely cunt, filling her nice and stuffed with my "big Daddy cock," as she liked to put it.

I pulled Amy's lovely golden curls, but not too hard, as I pounded her rougher and harder this time, slamming it into my sweet slut princess. I really reamed her good, fucking her within an inch of her life, or so it felt, though to be fair, she returned the favor, pushing back at me with maximum force on every stroke. I took my Amy good and hard from behind, hitting it from the back and groping her ass as I banged her. She screamed more than once and turned rather dark pink, even magenta, in color, as I screwed her with every part of me.

Meanwhile, Cassie was very happily engaged in her adulterous affair with her stepbrother, Roger, letting him use her to maximum effect. She didn't cringe, didn't flinch, didn't object at all, as she let him inside her again and again, matching him thrust for thrust, stroke for stroke. The more they fucked, the hotter it got, fucking my daughter so close to where my wife screwed her stepbrother. This naturally got Billy very hot and bothered, as it also did his mother. The next thing that we knew, he was behind his mother, she was bottomless, and he was balls deep in her cunt, becoming a true motherfucker at last.

"Oh, fuck, I'm not on the Pill since I dropped my last paramour ... Billy, if you want to knock up your own mother, this is your chance! I'm fertile as Hell right now! Fuck me good, pound me hard, and cum as deep inside me as you wish! Just think, your brother will also be your son! Dieter, honey, don't just stand there, suck your son's balls and lick his ass!" Samantha urged her husband and son.

"Yes, dear. Do it, please, son! Knock up your Mommy! Put your seed inside her and carry on my genes through your love child!" Dieter egged his son on, wanting this to happen badly, for his son to impregnate his wife.

"He's right, son, but you, dear eunuch slave, less talking, more licking, subby slut!" Samantha shouted, as her son slipped in and out of her twat, fucking her ruthlessly right then in his buzzed state.

"Oh, honey, I will consummate my marriage with you, but for now, oh, God ... oh, fuck! Daddy's cock is all I want or need! Daddy's cock now! Daddy's cock forever!" Amy kept shouting as I plundered her good and hard for what turned out to be close to an hour in the cellar.

I couldn't agree more...

Chapter 2

I must have been plastered to hell, because I had more or less forgotten at first what happened the previous night ... my daughter Amy's wedding night. Well, there had been a masque for the post-reception party, and ... well, it got a little blurry after that, a little fuzzy. I remembered being sauced enough to take an Uber, and I wasn't alone. I shook my groggy head, tried to stretch my sore limbs, and then noticed that one of my arms was trapped. I turned to look, and I definitely wasn't alone in bed. For that matter, what bed? Whose bed?

I couldn't help but notice that the head lying next to me had golden hair, too. Platinum blonde curls, and as I looked down, its owner was naked, too. I reached down and noticed her lovely bottom, with the perfect hips ... birthing hips, really, and there was ... cum leaking from her asshole. There was also a nice, caked, dried mess of cum on my cock, along with her anal sweat. There was nothing brown, thankfully. She must have cleaned out her bowels beforehand.
Oh, God, she was gorgeous! She seemed familiar, but how, and where the fuck were we? This didn't look like some hotel room, at least not at first glance, though it could be a suite of some kind. How had I gotten here? I was very confused, other than knowing that I had gotten drunk off my gourd and had at least anal sex (and probably other kinds) with this ravishingly beautiful blonde. Damn, talk about getting lucky! She looked half my age, too, which was a nice change, not that I minded banging MILFs and soccer moms, but some young stuff was good, too. I'd guess her age at twenty or twenty-one, thereabouts.

I leaned over to kiss her shoulder, and she turned to face me, a broad smile on her lovely face. I stared straight into the adorable, baby blue eyes of my own daughter, Amerys, or as we called her, "Amy!" She wasn't just my daughter, of course. She was also a married woman, Mrs. Wilhelm Guttmacher. She grinned and winked at me, not giving me a chance to object as she lowered her head to put her sweet lips on my cock. A few seconds later, and half of my dick was buried in her mouth. She was busy licking and sucking my prick clean, not that it was really dirty in the first place. She winked at me again, pushing her head back from her face as her eyes spoke of total reverence and devotion to me, her love and loyalty to her old man.

My cock more than revived as it felt her warm, wet mouth enclose it, her tongue exploring its head. The more my Amy sucked and licked me, the harder I got, and I recalled that I should have still had morning wood. What happened to that? I should have been ready to piss, too, but I must have already done that as well. Did she ... she took care of that already, I realized, but how? Had she spent her entire wedding night with me? If so, was she still married to Billy or what happened?

I groaned as I ran my fingers through my sexy daughter's wonderful blonde curls and she continued to pleasure me. She was wonderful, of course! I couldn't believe my luck! I was in bed with not just a drop-dead gorgeous knockout of a blonde, but she was my own daughter and another man's wife! Well, Cassie had told me yesterday that adultery seemed to follow me everywhere, and as wrong as it sometimes was, I had slept with many a married woman before. The circumstances varied a bit from case to case, so it wasn't always wicked of me, but, yes, I had taken many another man's wife to bed. This made me wonder ... where was Billy and what did he know of it?

"Um ... Amy, wow ... that's one head of a wake-up call, princess! Your mouth feels heavenly! But ... you're still wearing your wedding band. You went through with the wedding, but where does this leave you and Billy?" I asked my daughter, truly puzzled for a moment.

"With this," Amy produced a piece of paper that had my own handwriting, much to my shock.

The writing wasn't too bad, given that it was mine, and no, I didn't try to read it while she was busy sucking me, but key words stuck out at me, especially the parts about "paramours," "metamours," "consensual adultery," and other such references to sanctioned extramarital liaisons. Clearly, certain of us reached some kind of deal, including Cassie, my estranged wife, which didn't shock me at all concerning her. I wasn't able to think much past that for a moment, as Amy all but sucked out the contents of my balls through her mouth into her waiting and thirsty throat.

Once I was sated, I took a little closer look, even as Amy continued licking me, almost as if she wanted to make me do it all over again. The wordiness of the document, that was very much me, as I tended to be very pedantic and my vocabulary was extensive, to say the least. Then again, I was a successful screenwriter for several movies and had been since my first script paid off years ago while in the Navy (somewhere along the way, though it took years due to my busy life, I even graduated college). It had started out as one of my dozen or so novels, but some Spanish TV network wanted it for the basis of a novella, and, yes, my career had paid dividends. I was a multi-millionaire before I took the plunge with Cassie.

Anyway, the essential thrust, there in my own words, was that Cassie and I were now engaged in a marriage that included the option of multiple partners. My first paramour, or mistress, if you will, was my own daughter, Amy (Amerys). She was also in such a marriage with her husband, my son-in-law, Billy, whose first paramour was his own mother, Samantha. Those names were written into the contract, "grandfathered in," as Cassie put it now that I recalled her words. Her first paramour was her stepbrother, Roger Stanfield, who was really more like a brother than a step one, due to them growing up together.

As for Samantha's husband, Dieter, well, it was stipulated that all of her lovers were his, too, male and female alike. The articles made a point of him being a eunuch, which brought back my memory of her showing his shrunken, empty scrotum to all of us. Whoever bedded him would have to be the penetrator, male and female alike. That was apparently okay with him, as he was bisexual. Further down, the document more or less indicated that all of us signatories were now lovers to each other in some capacity, but that we also had the option of expanding the circle.

We all had agreed never to divorce, too. I was going to remain Cassie's husband and she my wife, resuming "full conjugal duties and rights, including cohabitation and companionship," which meant that I had agreed to move back in with her as soon as possible. Furthermore, Billy and Amy were to move in with us, as were Roger, Samantha, and Dieter. We could certainly share that monstrosity of a house with that many folks in my book. I was apparently to be "cock of the walk," too, with the full "droit de seigneur" over basically every woman and even man in the household. The presence of three male signatures besides my own and three female signatures as well made it plain as I skipped to that part for a little bit that everyone was agreeable to this exalted status in my family as patriarch and lord of the manor, or whatever.

The next part really brought me up short, even as Amy kept sucking me and playing with my balls and ass, even my taint. All parties had agreed that the next few nights were to be spent with me in Amy's bed at night, though everyone was fair game during the daylight hours, especially for me. Cassie was to spend her nights with Roger, milking that quasi-incestuous love affair for all it was worth, while Billy was to sleep with his parents at night, bonking both of them at will. The purpose of this was impregnation, as I was to try to make a baby with Amy, while Roger did his best to put a bun of his in my wife's oven, and Billy attempted to knock up his own mother, Samantha.

"Oh, God, that's incredibly hot ... and damn, I'm hard again!" I noticed that my dick had risen to the occasion again, partly due to my sweet daughter's mouth, partly due to the words of the "marriage 2.0 contract."

"You think that's hot, read page 2 closer, before the signatures, Daddy, and you'll find the nudity clause," Amy winked at me as she wiped my cock clean with a wet wipe and straddled me for a turn back in her luscious twat.

"I ... can't, not yet ... you're a bit too hot to get distracted reading, baby girl," I assured my daughter, as she bounced repeatedly on my pole.

"Well, in a nutshell, I have to get permission, your permission that is, to wear even a stitch of clothing, and so does everyone else, even Roger. I think that was actually his idea, in fact, since he likes some nudity play, cosplay, and other stuff of that nature. It seems that we can only wear what clothes you assign us, and then only for as long as you permit. Otherwise, we have to be naked, and we have to sleep in the nude to start our days that way.

"Well, you ... get ... oh, God, the idea, don't you, Daddy? You're master of the house, man of the house, king in the castle, lord of the manor, chief of the tribe. Paterfamilias, as the Romans would say. You're the boss ... of all of us, by our mutual consent," Amy assured me as she tried not to lose self-control too soon, but it was a losing battle.

"Wow. Oh, God, wow! Oh ... fuck!" I groaned as Amy milked my cock and balls again in a vise-like grip with her slippery snatch.

"Trust me, Daddy. By the time that I have my first baby ... our first baby together, which will be legally Billy's, but everyone will know better, you'll be used to being alpha male of this little clan of ours. Apparently, even Roger has a secret submissive side to him, it seems. Oh ... fuck me!" Amy started moaning and whimpering as she took me balls deep and I bottomed out inside her once more.

"Oh, damn it, princess, you really know how to treat your old man!" I managed to finally blurt, my balls churning and ready to burst.

"Hey, Daddy, I'm your fuckmeat, remember? Your lover, your plaything, your slut princess, your baby girl! I'm yours, even ahead of being Billy's. I'm your cum slut and you know it! I adore and worship you, my father, my idol, my lord, my Master, and, yes, my King! I'm in love with you and I worship you with every breath in my lungs!" Amy swore as I exploded and we came together at last.

"Hold me, please, Daddy?" my baby girl pleaded with me, as I took her in my arms and nestled her sweet body against my hairy chest.

"I love you, baby girl," I reminded Amy, who looked up at me with her baby blue eyes and smiled her most adoring smile, looking like an angel right then to me.

"I love you, too, Daddy. Any further questions?" she asked me now.

"Anything else in the contract that I missed while perusing it? The contract that I wrote, that is," I got a little embarrassed.

"Just that you control the hormone injections for Dieter now, and that you thus control whether or not he gets laid at all. You can make it more or less than now, but they hope that you don't make it too often, as that would defeat the point of his role. He's to be the harem eunuch, protector, and fluffer for us, if you recall. By the way, that first time, when we didn't know that it was each other, that was ... amazing, especially once I learned who it was fucking me and just couldn't stop!

"Now I know why Mom kept trying to fight the divorce and why she couldn't give up your cock. The rest of it was just the naughtiness ... and, well, she was embarrassed to confess this, but the nymphomania. Think of it, Daddy. If it was just the guilt, she wouldn't be as keen on this. If it was just the cock, yours would be enough. She wants this, as do you, but much of it is that she's insatiable, which makes her perfect for you, just as makes me so. I think that I inherited her nature, and yours, so I got it honestly.

"Face it, Daddy, I'd have tried to be faithful to Billy, but certainly the moment that I didn't get enough, I'd be hunting for some strange, and my first choice would turn out to be you, I think. I've always been attracted to you, and the moment that I saw how ... big you are down here, and how often you can get it back up, well, let's just say, I'd have been hooked just as I am now. Yes, addicted to you and your cock, Daddy. I don't think that I could give this up to save my life!" my sultry daughter confessed to me now, making my dick start to recover a little, but just a little.

"So ... I have two nymphomaniacs in my house now, and I am in ... my ... our home, then?" I clarified.

"No and yes. You have three nymphomaniacs living with you, since Samantha definitely qualifies, too. Trust me on that. We'll have to keep you in trim shape, with plenty of exercise," Amy's face made plain what sort of "exercise" she had in mind, too, "so you can do justice to your three ladies and any others that you wish to bed. Luckily, you have some help, too. And yes, you're back home where we all belong ... our home now, not just yours or hers."

"I remember everything now, I think," I told her and I did ... it was all back to me, and I had to admit that I was shocked to recall that it was Dieter who insisted that I control his injections, though Samantha was pleased with him for doing so.

"So, all of us are lovers, and we're living together, and what was that part about the parties?" I recalled that, too.

"Oh, yes, the parties. I forgot. You are the host, always, and Mom, me, and Samantha will take turns being hostess. You get to decide what kind, how many, etc., but yes, we'd love to host plenty, especially to make sure that everyone here gets some action. Oh, in the cellar, new rule, but you agreed to it, though it was Mom's idea. In the cellar, anyway, any two or more people who sneak into the cellar are required to have sex with each other, no matter what.

"Doesn't matter if we accidentally happen upon that person or people, we must still get it on with each other and bareback to boot. What's more, it will be stocked with the proper array of sex toys for the action, plenty of lube ... and cameras, to catch the action and film it for our private, amateur porn collection. All attendees will have to sign legal release forms even to attend, which should weed out the prudes, wolf-criers, and shrinking violets. That was part of the contract, too, if you missed it," Amy told me with a very loving kiss, which I returned with a passion.

"That should ... certainly add a dose of randomness to the fun. I think that should be an ironclad rule, even trumping all others, because I want to see the effects of it. Yes, I think that we can throw these parties. Any ideas? Or perhaps we can discuss this over breakfast?" I asked my sweet daughter, who grinned impishly at me.

"Breakfast sounds nice, and Mom's making it right now, in fact. She and Roger have already ... done their bit for the morning, at least for now. But how about a shower first?" Amy urged me with pleading eyes.

"Yes, that ... definitely sounds very appealing, and the food, too," I winked at her, making her giggle.

"Cool, because I'm eager to wash my Daddy at last, to be washed by him, too, if you don't mind, and I know that Mom is going to be glad to see evidence of your return to the family home," Amy told me with a very heated French kiss as we started up the shower.

"I love how you think, baby girl," I told her with a wink.

"Good, because that means that we're on the same page, but best of all because I want to please you very much," my sweet daughter assured me as she licked her lips and I took in the full glory of her wet, naked body ... yeah, who wouldn't be wowed by that?

Chapter 3

"You really are delicious, you know, my sweet princess," I told Amy, my beloved daughter, who smiled and knelt to lick my freshly washed cock in the shower, "oh, damn, girl, you know how to make your old man happy!"

"My dirty, horny old man, who is also a god to me. Look, Daddy, I worship you and I live to serve you. This ... is ... your ... mouth. These are your tits. This is your ass. This is your cunt. You want it, you get it, no questions, no hesitation, no resistance or reluctance at all. On tap. Take it, claim it, own it. It's yours. Any way that you want it. Any time that you want it. It's yours, and not just due to the contract. No exceptions. Don't ask. Just take it. Use it. Fuck me," Amy reminded me of just how much power I had over her, asserting her absolute surrender to me.

"Atta girl, honey," I grinned as I caressed Amy's face, enjoying the sight of her mouth as she slurped on my dick.

"Want some company?" I heard and saw Billy open the shower door and join us.

"I wouldn't mind some," Amy told him, "but it's up to Daddy."

"Hey, he's your husband. Wash him, too," I instructed my loving daughter as she winked at both of us and starting cleaning Billy's flesh.

It was soon obvious that Amy fully intended to grope both Billy and I while she washed him, not that I minded in the least. As I said, he was her husband and he had rights, too, though mine superseded his in our household. Billy started fondling Amy rather enthusiastically, even as I did so, this turning rapidly into something very hands-on and kinky between the three of us. Once he was clean as a whistle, my daughter started stroking both of our dicks and our balls, while we each ran our fingers through her golden locks.

"Well, well, I see what the three of you are doing," Cassie coughed and told us, "breakfast is ready, boys and girl. Oh, and don't forget that I'm yours, too. Especially my husband's. I belong to Dan most of all."

The three of us left the shower, dried off with help from my very lustful wife, and walked to the breakfast table naked. We found Samantha, Roger, and Dieter already quite busy there, with the last of these bent over the table to get sodomized by my brother-in-law. Far from complaining about it, Dieter pushed back eagerly at Roger, welcoming every stroke while he feasted on Samantha's cunt. The threesome was far from a shock, but the sight of this at the breakfast reminded me of a few times where I screwed Cassie from behind in the kitchen and dining room. It was even possible that we made Amy one time while Cassie took it from the back over the table.

"Oh, fuck, sorry, I guess that I was still horny as well as hungry. Also, I must confess that nothing makes me randier than the sight of somebody buggering my eunuch boi here, especially while he eats me out. I love the way that he eats me while he's being rammed balls deep in the ass. He really gets into it, even more than usual. Yeah, boi, put that tongue deeper in my adulterous twat! That's got Billy's cum in there, honey! Lick up that cum, eat that messy creampie from my sweet slit, baby! Eat your son's cum from my pussy!" Samantha egged her husband on, clearly knowing that made him tick as he let Roger plow his butt for the hell of it.

"Well, slut boi needs to get used to his place in this family, this household, and that's at the very bottom of it. This is one good way to remind him of that, as is getting pegged and watching his wife swell up with another man's child. For now, though, Roger, you need to cum inside Dieter so that we can eat. Yeah, that's right, spill your load deep inside his boi pussy," I encouraged Roger, who was only too happy to pump a good amount of hot, sticky jizz up Dieter's asshole.

"Very nice, now go wash your dick and come back so we can eat. Dieter, don't even think of cleaning up that or putting on some underwear. You'll sit just as you are and let the spunk leak onto your seat from your bunghole. Well done, Samantha, " I added as I smelled her arousal and heard her creaming herself in response.

"So, what's for breakfast?" I asked Cassie, just as Roger returned, still very naked, to take his seat at the table.

"Denver omelets, hash browns, and smoked sausage. Sound good?" my wife encouraged my hunger, knowing that I needed plenty of calories in order to fuck her as she craved.

"You're no slouch in the kitchen, that's for sure. Just as you aren't in bed ... or anywhere else that we fuck. You'll be glad to know that our daughter is carrying on this fine family tradition. She did us both proud last night and this morning, I dare say," I bragged about Amy, making Cassie laugh a bit.

"Yes, she's definitely our daughter. A Rubinstein girl in every way possible. I'm very proud of our slut princess, to say the least. Glad to know that the apple didn't fall far from the tree. Not that I had any reason to doubt, from what I saw in the bathroom earlier. She pleasured both of you guys, her husband and her father, in that shower, no less! Very well done! She didn't get to finish the job, though, did she?" Cassie winked at me, her meaning quite clear.

"You're up to completing the transaction, as it were?" I raised an eyebrow and grinned.

"Of course! I'm your wife, aren't I? Wifely duties have rarely been this enjoyable as they are with you, nor have asserting my own conjugal rights. Granted, I'm Catholic, not Jewish like you, but I love that in Judaism, the wives insisted on more sex. That's one aspect of the religion that I can get behind here. Where's that damn passage in the New Testament? 'Husbands, fuck your wives, and don't let the sloppy seconds stop you, nor the fact that you just barebacked your daughter.' I'm not sure that would have made it into the canon," Cassie joked, making Amy snort her orange juice while Billy crossed himself for a brief prayer.
"Yeah, well, if I were rewriting Scripture, that passage would certainly have made it in there," I chuckled as I bit gleefully into the juicy sausage.

"Okay, what other verses would you put it in the Bible, if you could, or take out, for that matter?" Roger inquired, lighting a doobie as he raised that question.

"Thou shalt inhale whenever thou lightest a joint!" I teased Roger, making him guffaw a bit.

"No fucking slavery, except for hardcore bondage, domination, etc. And I'd remove 'not' from 'thou shalt not commit adultery,' of course," Roger high-fived me as he continued.

"So, adultery really would be a command, not a taboo? Well done. I can see it now. 'Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. I didn't cheat on my husband today.' 'That is fine, my child, perhaps he didn't cheat on you, either, today. Here, do penance by bending over the pew and taking it good and hard from my engorged cock.' That alone could be a lot of fun. Another commandment should be, 'thou shalt eat thy wife's ass while thy daughter rides thy prick.' Would that be popular with men or not?" Cassie snickered.

"Or... 'thou shalt suck thy husband's dick while thy father buggers thee.' I would be a saint in no time," Amy licked her lips at such a prospect in front of everyone.

"How about... 'thou shalt fuck all thy guests as the hostess should, and then sit on thy husband's face?' Imagine how popular many wives would be if they did that," Samantha mused as she ran her sausage between her tits before sticking it in her mouth, and only then biting part of it off.

"Or... 'thou shalt always host costume parties and bend over for anyone who wants it without asking to know names or faces.' That could get very interesting," Dieter spoke up at last as he ate some of his omelet, especially enjoying the gooey cheese.

"You really do love to take Sam's lovers up the bum, don't you?" Roger taunted Dieter, who shrugged and grinned widely.

"Hell, yes! It lets me bond with them as well as my Goddess. Her lovers are my lovers, even when they're women and only fuck me by pegging me and sitting on my face or making me lick their booties," Dieter confessed, not even slightly ashamed of this admission.

"Booties ... or boots?" Samantha asked as she smoked some weed, too.

"Yes, of course," Dieter made it apparent that he would be open to both.

"So ... you'd lick a pair of thigh-highs, including the soles and the heels? What about high heels? Pumps? Would you lick those clean?" Amy smiled wickedly as she inquired now.

"Oh, Goddess, yes! If I still had balls, I'd even be good with her kicking them from behind while she pegged me," Dieter told her while scooping up some hash browns to devour.

"Wow ... you're an intense little fucker, aren't you?" I commented, cleaning my plate with my usual gusto, as the breakfast was as scrumptious as its cook herself.

"That I am, though really more of a fuckee than a fucker, wouldn't you say? As I become more and more accustomed to my way of life, getting the chance to penetrate someone matters less and less to me. I just dive right in and enjoy the ebb and flow, not making waves when I'd rather cruise and defer to my Goddess ... and now the holder of my injections, which is you, as I recall," Dieter continued, not evenly slighted worried, even as he gave me an idea.

"So, you agreed that I will control your injections, right? What if I decide to reduce the frequency of them? Or what if I opted never to give you one again? What would you feel about that? Would you still feel very chill about it all? I'm curious, given what you just said," I replied to Dieter, who coughed a bit and thought about it a little.

"I have committed myself fully to your guidance and control. So has my Goddess, my Mistress, my wife. I will not renege and I will not question what you choose to do about my hormones or anything else. I am in your hands and I accept whatever fate you assign me ... mein Herr," Dieter finally declared, confirming his total and unconditional surrender to my domination.

"That's my pussy boi! See? He knows just how to please me, by submitting to the same lord and master as I do. He knows his place and gladly accepts it. He really is my bitch, and now he's yours, too. He's everyone's, in fact, but especially ours. That hubby of mine will do what he's told and he will like it! See, let's prove it! Dieter, my dear, I'm going to bend over and spread my cheeks. I want you to pour some of that butter sauce down my crack and lick it up. Are we clear?" Samantha urged her husband.

Billy's mother did exactly what she said and reveling in his eager response, which was to pour that butter sauce and start tonguing her asshole. That was too much for me and I grabbed Cassie, pushing her over the table to lube up her own booty and ease my cock into her tush. While my decision to sodomize her might have been a slight shock, my wife ran with it, pushing vigorously back at me with her hips and her butt. She didn't want there to be any doubt that if I wanted to bugger her, I had the right to do exactly that. Cassie met me stroke for stroke, not hesitating to take me deeper as she bit her bottom lip in mixed pleasure and pain.

"You're my butt-slut, aren't you, Cassie? You'll do as you're told. You'll take it balls deep and you'll love it, won't you, babe?" I demanded of my recently reconciled spouse.

"Yes ... Dan ... I mean ... Master!" Cassie told me, just before I poured some more butter sauce down the crack of Amy's ass.

"Now, I'm going to go back and forth between your bottoms, so relax and brace yourselves, because each of you is about to feel some hard pounding here," I warned both ladies, my wife and daughter alike, both of whom moaned with excitement at this news.

Sure enough, I eased my thick dick inside Amy's butt, claiming her backdoor just like her front and with the same vigor and enthusiasm. Her tight ass was every bit as slick, hot, and thrilling on my prick as her pussy was earlier. I probed her anally for several more strokes before withdrawing to return to Cassie's tush. My wife gasped and winced, but she also sighed with delight as I drove as deep and hard as I could to plunder the booty.

The more I humped Cassie's backside, the more Amy craved it, too, and Billy soon found himself swapping with me. When I pulled out of Amy, he screwed her tight end, and when I withdrew from Cassie, he slid back into her booty. This back and forth was truly glorious and very exciting to both my son-in-law and myself, letting us each experience the other's slut wife. The fact that we kept it in the family and that his wife was also my daughter just made it that much better. We guys continued this for at least a dozen strokes while the ladies built up to their imminent ecstasy, unable to resist the power of their orgasms at our hands.

This was especially true whenever I slapped both Amy's buttocks and Cassie's, spanking both women while I sodomized them. The intensity of butt-fucking my wife and daughter in turn while swapping and switching with my son-in-law was truly a heady wine for the both of us men. The girls didn't exactly complain, far from it as they creamed themselves due to our consistent and ardent acts of buggery. When we noticed that Roger filmed us while we screwed and also the rimjob that Dieter kept giving Samantha, it was very tough to ignore this amid the heat and friction on our cocks.

When Samantha gestured for Roger to start ramming her, he gladly set up a tripod and rushed to start fucking Billy's mother. It was truly exciting, especially as Dieter kept licking away at Sam's butt-crack with apparent greed. The more that he tongue-fucked his hot wife's puckered hole and all around it, the more that she screamed his name and the harder it became not to cum. Billy at last spent himself inside Amy's tush and I erupted in Cassie's ass, sliding out of her while Roger unloaded his jizz into Samantha's twat.

"Well, we'll need a breather, but I think that we officially have our first sex tape at least. Damn, that was tight, girls! Incredibly hot, too ... your asses are both very fine indeed. A man could get used to this," I remarked, even as Samantha shoved Dieter's face between Amy's cheeks, followed by Cassie's.

"So could a woman ... God, yes! Now, lick it up, tongue slut! You know that you want to lick us all clean, including me! When you're done with them, eat this creampie in my cunt! You love it and you know it!" Samantha assured me as she slipped me some tongue and gave me some Viagra directly from her mouth.

"Can't have you getting soft when you have six slaves to fuck, you know! I'm next, I hope, and then maybe you'll bugger my husband and son. Here, let me help with this," Samantha told me next as she knelt to take my cock between her lips and lick it clean.

"How do Amy and Cassie taste, by the way?" I challenged Mrs. Guttmacher.

"Like fucking dessert! Such sweet asses ... Ladies, any time that you want to be rimmed by another woman, I'm your girl. In fact," Samantha stopped sucking me long enough to tongue their bottoms at last.

"Damn, this pill really does work, and that image doesn't hurt, either! I'm not going soft yet at all," I noted as I eased into her asshole and watched Billy double team his father with Roger's help.

"How's that for a tight ass fuck, Master? She looks great from this angle, sexy Indian tart with such sultry skin, taking your thick, hard Hebrew cock ... up the way up her booty! Yeah, flood her colon with your cum! Fuck her half to death!" Cassie challenged me.

"Make her your bitch, Daddy! Make Billy's mom your slut! Claim that Desi tail as yours, Daddy! Own it! This is the best orgy ever! Take her, Daddy! Make her scream your name!" Amy egged me on, knowing that I wanted to do exactly that!

Sure enough, I heard, "Oh, my fucking God ... DDDDAAANNNNN!"

If my smile was worth money, I'd be a billionaire just for that.

Chapter 4

"How about Amy and Billy consummating their marriage at last?" I proposed, not that I got any objections to that.

"Oh, God, yes! Billy, my sweet, sweet bridegroom, come fuck your slutty bride!" my daughter led her new hubby not to the marriage bed, but to a couch.

"Fuck me from behind and reclaim me, stud!" Amy now urged Billy, who was very quiet right then, "take this ... pussy!"

My son-in-law didn't have to be told a third time to slip his dick inside his lovely wife's slippery gash, taking her from the rear. Clearly, he was more than capable of recharging his batteries, being younger and by now having some Viagra in his system, too. The harder Billy fucked Amy, the more she pushed back at him with some very impressive hipwork. It was something to behold. At least at the moment, we all watched with real fascination as Billy banged his bride in a rather rougher fashion than he ever expected for their first married sex.

"Well, this is entertaining ... and rather thrilling. My brother and my sister-in-law, getting it on in front of both her parents and ours! Pretty wild, if you think about it!" we heard now, even as Billy's sister, Elisabeth Guttmacher, walked in on us.

"We're naked, too, Ms. Guttmacher. You just missed some really hot and steamy action, not to mention breakfast, but to what do we owe the pleasure?" I smiled at Billy's younger sister.

"I ... just got my DNA test back. Father ... Mother ... who am I, really? It is clear that ... how do I put this, Mother is my mother for sure, but Father ... did not ... sire me at all. Why is that?" Elisabeth confronted her parents now.

"I am ... sterile now, daughter, because of my own choices. See? I have no testicles, no balls. I castrated myself. So, yes, I have known from the outset that another man bred your mother with you. It was quite deliberate, and yes, I opted to raise you as my own. You are a grown woman now. It is time to face facts, to learn some basic details of sex, love, relationships, marriage. What about your DNA gave it away?" Dieter asked his legal daughter.

"It says here that I am in large part Turkish! TURKISH! You are not Turkish, and neither is Mother! I always wondered why I was a little darker than Billy. Now I know why, nicht wahr? There it is, Father. Thirty-five percent of my genetic material is Turkish, another ten percent Greek, five percent 'undetermined Slavic,' no surprises there.

"Mein Gott, he is really fucking her very hard, too! Is this a sex club, Father, Mother, tell me the truth! Are you ... swingers? If so, why is Father emasculated?" Elisabeth ranted before she got distracted again by the roughness of Billy's first married lay with Amy.

"After Billy was born, your father took it upon himself, without my prodding at all, to neuter himself, of his own free will, as a mystical act of submission and devotion to me. Your father and I ... we are in a wife-led, femdom marriage, you see. I am his Mistress, his Domme, his Goddess and he is my eager slave hubby. My lovers are not just mine. They are his, too. Male ... and female alike. It is kind of like cuckolding and hotwife, but a step further.

"He requires special injections to even be able to achieve an erection. Testosterone injections, as it were. Then he uses prosthetic balls whenever that happens, which is typically during my menstrual period, seldom if ever any other time. The testosterone and extreme physical training help him retain muscle mass that he would otherwise lose pretty fast.

"It is a sacrifice that he makes, surrendering his manhood in order to devote himself to my pleasure and that of my lovers, while encouraging me to take as many of those as I wish," Samantha explained to her rather stunned daughter.

"Mein Gott, Mein Gott, Mein Gott! Mother ... Father, I love you, and if this is how you wish to live, I would never think of stopping you ... but, MEIN GOTT! Is his ... cock really that ... big ... and ... thick ... and circumcised?" Elisabeth stared at my package now, her mouth visibly watering as she admired it.

"Like mother, like daughter! Total size queen!" Cassie laughed now, "Hello, remember me? I am Cassandra Rubinstein, aka Cassie, the wife of the owner of said cock, and let me assure you, it is worth everything that you could ever imagine giving up to have that ... particular wiener inside you! You will see stars for days with it inside you!"

"AAGGGHH, just let him fuck you ... just do it!" Amy screamed, even as she creamed herself yet again on her husband's prick, "he's so fucking good at it ... even better than this! Daddy is ... the best!"

Billy continued pounding Amy, even as Roger started screwing Cassie with my approval, and Samantha grabbed her husband's face and pulled it into her dripping wet gash. Elisabeth looked at me, her olive-skinned body now sweating droplets, bit her bottom lip, and stared at my groin as if it were a fine bratwurst with sauerkraut or something. She knelt, opened wide, and then tentatively gave my exposed cock a lick at the opening and head.

After that, the dam as good as broke, Elisabeth being unable to keep her hands and mouth off my prick. She licked, sucked, and spat on it, often focusing on the very sensitive glans as she serviced me orally without any embarrassment at all. As my precum leaked onto her tongue, she refused to quit, licking all the way back and forth from head to base with enthusiasm. She winked at me, too, sucking as far and deep as she could, until I came down her throat just after Billy and Amy did.

Shortly afterward, Samantha squirted all over Dieter's face and Cassie creamed herself on Roger's prick again. His eruption followed quickly on its heels, some more fine Stanfield seed hastening toward my wife's unprotected eggs. My stepbrother then put his face to Samantha's gash to devour her sloppy twat while Dieter tongued my daughter's pussy and Billy ate his own mother-in-law out. Elisabeth's reaction was to spread Samantha's cheeks and rim her with a sudden and startling appetite for her ass.

"I think that you've just joined our little 'sex club,' yourself, unless I miss my guess," I told Elisabeth, even as she giggled and nodded.

"I don't even know the rules, but I think that your wife is right. Anything to join, particularly if it means access to that fine meat of yours! We can talk terms later. For now, I just want to fuck, fuck, and fuck each of you, including you, Wilhelm, and you, Father, Mother," Elisabeth confessed in spite of her earlier indignation.

"Well, folks, I'd say that we have member number eight. This is what you meant by no progeny other than Billy, didn't you, Dietrich?" I asked his father, "I wondered about that, given the known existence of Elisabeth. You dropped hints that she wasn't yours by blood, didn't you? Yet she's clearly yours by law and you both honestly seem to care about her."

"Yes, well, let's have a nice little chat about it ... once the Viagra's used up, Daddy," Amy got the last word ... for now, even as she and I shared a three-way kiss ... with Elisabeth.

Sure, Elisabeth's tongue tasted like Samantha's ass, but that's hardly a bad thing, right?
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