This story involves themes of Group Sex, Dominance/submission, bisexuality with some mild male homo-erotica. There is some discussion of incest in this chapter, but no detailed descriptions of incest or acts of incest. IF the story goes in that direction (and you are welcome let me know what direction you would like the story to take in the Comments), but IF the story ends up including detailed accounts of incest, I will move those chapters to the Incest Category of Lit. But you are forewarned. If any of that offends you, just move on to another story. All characters are 18+ years of age. And this is a work of fiction. Suggestions for kinks, characters or plot developments are often worked into future chapters. Leave them in the comments, or contact me. Thanks for reading. Comments, Favorites, and Ratings are always very much appreciated. Comments are what inspire me most to write more. Thank you and enjoy.
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Tom woke up early on Monday morning with a lot on his mind. The night before, he and his wife Greta had been out to eat with their friends, Trish and Pete. Plans were made for Trish's Birthday Party, a pool party where both families would bring their adult children. And both families would see if their kids wanted to join in on a no-hold-barred Swinging Sex Party with their Parents! The idea was insane. Tom didn't know why he had gone along with the plan.
Tom slowly got out of bed, careful not to wake up his wife. He was wearing his usual excuse for pajamas: boxer briefs and old concert T-shirt. Today it was Dave Matthews band. Tom usually got up early on Mondays, just to get into the office earlier. Tom is an architect with Stratford Designs, a medium sized firm downtown. He could set his own hours, as long as he kept on top of projects and made time for meetings with clients and the bosses. He generally made Monday an early day into work, so he could make sure to get home early and workout at the fitness club on Monday evenings, because that's where Greta works as a Fitness Instructor and Personal Trainer. Tom likes working out in the gym while his wife is there. He likes keeping an eye on her, making sure the male club members don't get too handsy. But mostly he enjoys seeing the men's (and even some of the lady's) heads turn and their eyes follow Greta's fit, sexy, athletic form, as she makes her way around the gym. It makes Tom swell with pride, knowing that he is the one who will take her home later, and often take her. He also likes the smell of Greta after she has worked out. He likes fucking her while she's still sweaty, even though she says that makes a mess of the sheets, so she has to do laundry more often.
Tom went into the den and opened the family computer. At first he thought that he might get through some of his work emails from home, but as he worked through just a few of them, he found his mind drifting more and more. He thought of what it would be like to finally fuck his wife's best friend, Trish. Trish is so cute and voluptuous. She is shorter than Greta and plumper. But she has such great tits and a fabulous, full ass. Tom worried about Trish's husband Pete's revelation that he considered himself bisexual now, and attracted to Tom! Sure, Pete had sucked Tom's cock that one time. And that had been exciting and different too. But, that had mostly been a show for the girls. That didn't mean Tom was gay or bisexual too. Did it?
Then there was the thought of becoming sexually involved with his own twin sons! That wouldn't just be bisexual; that would be incest. Incest! Still, the idea of seeing his sons fucking his wife, or his wife sucking their young cocks...that mental image made Tom catch his breath. Greta had secretly watched the boys having sex with each other, by using a nanny-cam in their bedroom. She had said that their cocks were impressive. And anyone could see how good looking they both were. Identical twins, but Dave has shorter blonde hair and broader muscular shoulders, like Tom, while Kyle has very long hair for a boy, that he uses a flat-iron straightener on until it is shiny and smooth. Kyle is also a ballet dancer. So, even though he is probably more athletic than his identical twin brother, Kyle's body is far more lithe and sleek than Dave's muscular frame.
Tom closed his eyes and imagined his sons. Greta said they made love with each other regularly. Dave had a girlfriend once, fairly recently too. He'd had several girlfriends. But Kyle had only taken one girl to Senior Prom in High School, and as far as Tom knew, that was the only date Kyle had ever been on. Kyle seemed shyer than Dave. Dave was into video games and partying. Kyle liked to rehearse dance and hang out with dancers. There were some very pretty girls in Kyle's dance company. But Tom couldn't convince Kyle to ask any of them out. Was Kyle gay? Would that mean Kyle might want to suck his dad's cock like Pete had? Pete wasn't great at sucking cock. But, Kyle probably had more practice. Kyle would be much better at sucking his Daddy's cock! Would Dave want to do that too? Suck on Daddy's cock? Why was thinking about his sons sucking his cock getting Tom excited? Tom thought, "This is sick! Isn't it? Isn't it?" He didn't think it was sick to imagine Greta with the Boys! That thought really did excite him!
Just then, Tom's cell phone buzzed. A text had come in. It was from Pete Wilson:
"HEY TOM! I JUST WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW. i KNOW WHAT YOU SAID ABOUT NOT CUMMING UNTIL SATURDAY. bUT i WOKE UP EARLY AND TRISH WAS NAKED IN BED. AND i STARTED TO THINK ABOUT THIS SATURDAY AND EVERYTHING WITH YOUR SONS AND MY DAUGHTER AND HER WIFE AND EVERYTHING. sO i WENT IN THE BATHROOM AND WAS JACKING OFF. i WASN'T going to cum. I really wanst. I promise, Sir. But, Trish surprised me, and she was naked. And she looks so good angry. And I'm sorry. I came. It felt really good too. But, I'm still sorry. Alright? But it's OK. Mistress Trish already spanked my ass good and hard with the newspaper. So, I've been punished. But Mistress Trish said I should tell you too, Sir. I'm sorry. And I'll try not to jack off again. OK?"
Tom looked at the screen of his phone. It took him awhile to process what was going on. Tom shouldn't care whether Pete jacked off or not. But, Tom had taken on the role of the Dom until the Sex Party is over on Saturday. He had specifically told everybody at the table that nobody was going to cum until the party on Saturday. Tom wanted them all sexually charged for the party. Tom also didn't want Greta to try to jump the gun and have sex with their boys or with Trish, her daughter or her wife. But, Pete messed that all up. Pete had broken the rules!
Another text, again, from Pete:
"I'M SORRY, SIR. Mistress Trish says you leave for work early and might driving. I need to get ready for work now too. Again, I'm sorry."
Tom thumbed an icon on his his smartphone, then another, and Pete's phone rang. It rang once, and Pete answered with, "You're angry aren't you, Sir." There was a mincing meekness to Pete's voice.
Tom said, "I'm disappointed, Worm. You couldn't keep from touching yourself until Saturday? What are you, in Seventh Grade or something?"
Pete chuckled. "Yeah. I guess. But it's OK, Mistress punished me hard. My ass is going to be sore."
"Your ass is mine until Saturday, Worm. And Trish didn't punish you nearly enough. We all promised not to cum until Saturday. Now, you've thrown that balance off. We are going to meet tonight at the gym. Greta will be training you. I will be training Trish. And after the club closes down at nine, the three of us are going to punish you, Worm."
"Uhm, what are you going to do to me, uhm, Sir?"
"I haven't decided. But, the three of us each have at least one orgasm coming to us before Saturday, just to even the scales. And you don't get to participate, Worm. Got it? You stole your orgasm from us, so we won't share ours with you."
"I-I-I think I understand, Sir."
"No. You probably don't, Pete. But that doesn't mean you can't be trained. Is Trish still there?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good. Put Trish on the phone. Oh, and before you go, I want you to pick out a pair of Trish's panties to wear this week. Not a sexy pair. Her least sexy pair of panties. Put those on under your clothes. You'll be wearing them all week. Got it, Worm?"
Pete sounded unsure, but said, "Uhm—yes, Sir?"
"Hand the phone to your Mistress."
"Yes, Sir." Then Tom heard Pete say, "He wants to speak to you. I told you I shouldn't have told him, Mistress. Now he's angry and he's going to punish me. What if he doesn't let me come to the party?"
Tom heard Trish say, "Quiet, Puppy. I'll make things better. Hello, Tom."
Tom was angry. The thought that Pete and Trish had discussed keeping things from him annoyed his inner-Dom. He said, "Call me, 'Daddy, Sir, or Master', Kitten."
"Uhm, I can't call you Master, Sir."
"Why not?" Tom asked.
"Because...well," Trish explained, "I believe a sub should only have one Mistress or Master. And that should be something like a permanent commitment. Like being married. I'll only have one Master."
"Do you already have a Master?"
"No, Sir."
"Good. Then we'll discuss my becoming your permanent Master, Kitten. Is that fine?"
"Yes, Sir. That actually excites me, Sir."
"Call me, Daddy."
"Yes, Daddy."
"Good Girl, that excites me. You want to be my good little girl for your Daddy, don't you, Baby Girl."
Trish whispered in the phone, "Oh, Gods! Yes, Daddy!"
"Good girl. Because from now through Saturday, you're mine. You're my Kitten. You're my Baby Girl. You're my submissive little bitch. Am I right?"
Trish groaned, "Oh Gawhd!"
"That's not an answer, Baby Girl. Are you going to be my sexy, little Kitten-Slut?"
The whisper grew quieter. "Yes, Daddy."
"Then say it, Baby Girl! Say, 'I want to be your Kitten-Slut, Daddy.' I want to hear it from you. Understand?"
"Yes! Yes, Daddy. I'll be your little Kitten-Slut. I'll even be your little Kitten-Whore. I'll do every nasty thing I've ever dreamed of and that you can ever dream of this coming Saturday."
Tom felt bold. "No. I'm changing the rules, Kitten. I'm going to tease you, and punish you, and please you. And I'm going to FUCK you, and satisfy you in ways both you and the Worm have never imagined. And all of that training starts today. Understand?" Tom was bragging. The role of Dom had gone to his head. He had no clue what he was going to do. He was playing this all by ear. "Kitten, the Worm is your submissive little bitch too, right?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"And he broke the rules I set out for us all."
"Yes, Daddy, but I've punished him."
"But it was your job, as his Mistress, to see that he didn't break the rules. And I don't think you punished him severely enough. So, I'm going to punish you both separately. Understand, Baby Girl?"
"Oh, Gawhd...yes, Daddy."
"Do you work today, Little Bitch?"
"Uh, no, Daddy. My Nursing Schedule is three, twelve hour days a week. Sometimes, when the Hospital is in a crunch, it can be three days on, three days off, but that has me working four twelve hour shifts in a week some weeks and then they have to pay me overtime."
"Fine. I'm taking the day off from work today, and you are going to meet me."
"Where?"
"We need supplies. Is there a Sex Toy Store in town?"
"There are a bunch, Sir. I mean, Daddy."
"Really? Do you have, like, a favorite, Kitten?"
"The Fantasy Grotto. It's near where we had dinner last night. In the Warehouse District."
"Do they have toys, butt plugs, bondage gear, lingerie?"
"They have all that, plus a library of porn books, magazines and DVDs."
"What time do they open?"
"I don't know, Daddy."
"Just a sec, Kitten," Tom murmured as he typed on his computer. He heard the shower upstairs come on. One of his boys was awake, probably Dave, Kyle usually slept in as late as he could. Tom immediately decided he wasn't going to go into work today. He was going to meet Trish at the Fantasy Grotto instead. He typed "Fantasy Grotto" in the search engine. It came up with the address, phone and hours. They open at 10 AM. Who the hell shops for dildos at ten in the morning! Tom grinned. He did. "Kitten?" Tom, said, "The Fantasy Grotto opens at 10. I'll meet you there then."
"I won't be late, Daddy."
Tom was feeling bold. "How are you going to dress for your Daddy, Kitten?"
"I hadn't thought about it, Sir."
"Think about it now."
"I guess I will wear something sexy."
"No. You'll wear something sexy for your Daddy," Tom corrected her. "Now, what does that mean?"
Trish giggled. More confidently she said, "I will wear stockings and a garter belt, Daddy."
Tom laughed, "I suggest you wear a little more than that."
"Well, I have a black, push-up bra that I don't wear often, because it makes my tits look obnoxiously big."
"You have delicious looking breasts, Baby Girl. And I love your nipples. I love how big and hard they get when you're excited."
Trish giggled again, "Thank you, Daddy."
"Your nipples are like little rocks right now, aren't they, Baby?"
"Yes, Daddy. And I'm very wet too.""
"Very good. I want you to play with your nipples, now. And I want you to dress in heels, no panties and a short dress or a skirt."
"How short, Sir?"
"For every inch below your knee, you will get ten swats with a crop. And for every inch above the knee, you will get ten strokes with my cock."
"What if I don't where any skirt or dress at all?" Trish giggled.
"Then you'll get arrested, and I'll fuck you after I bail you out of jail."
Trish laughed, "Then I know exactly what I'm going to not wear for you, Daddy!" Then she whispered, "Pete's coming!"
"Keep playing with your nipples, Kitten, and hand him the phone the Worm."
"OK...uh, Daddy."
Pete came on the line. "Sir?"
"Are you wearing your panties, Worm?"
"Uh, yes, Sir. They're cotton ones, not very stretchy, so there isn't much room for my-well, for my cock and balls, Sir. I've also got on my delivery uniform. I have to leave for work soon."
"Good. Pete, I'm going to talk to you man to man here for a second. But, I want you to know that you can still use your Yellow Card or your Red Card. OK?"
"OK, Tom. Thanks. What do you need to say?"
"Pete, I'm going to fuck you wife."
Pete snickered, "Well, I guess that's only fair, since I fucked Greta last time."
'Yeah, Pete. That was very exciting. But, what I'm telling you is, I'm going to fuck your wife before Saturday. I'm probably going to fuck her today."
There was a pause. "Will I get to watch, Sir."
"We are talking man to man here, Pete. And, no. I won't make sure you get to watch. Sometimes you'll watch. And sometimes you won't. Because I'm going to play the Bull, and you're going to be the cuckolded worm. Get it? I'm going to do my best to turn Trish into my personal fuck-toy. I'm going to use all of her holes, and only let you have the sloppy seconds when I'm done. You're going to play clean up. And this is going to go on until Saturday. But if Greta and Trish are having fun, I will ask to make this a more permanent arrangement."
"Oh, fuck." Pete sounded excited. "Have you talked to Greta about this?"
"No, I haven't. And if she has a problem with this, I don't think I will do it. But-I think Greta will like having your wife around as our personal playmate.
"Have you talked about this with my wife?"
"Nope. Not exactly. But I have a feeling she will be open to the idea."
"Trish gets a say in this, Tom. You can't just command her to be your slave."
"She can call on the Yellow Card of Red Card any time, same as you, Pete. But, I'm letting you know this, if you don't throw down the Red Card now, I'm going to start grooming Trish to me my personal fuck-toy, and grooming you to be our cuck. And this will be the last time you'll have a chance to Red Card anything your wife does with me."
"I can't do that, anyway, Tom. She's my Mistress. And I trust her."
"I can accept that, Worm. Are you talking on your phone right now, Panty Boy?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Do you need it for work?"
"No. I have a work phone. I thought you knew that."
Tom thought. "Hmm. Maybe I do, Worm." Tom shook his head. He heard the shower upstairs go off, and the shower downstairs come on. Greta was awake. Tom usually left the house before this time. "I want you to leave your phone at home, so you won't be distracted by the pictures and texts Kitten and I will be sending you today. You can see them when your Mistress lets you later. Or she might delete them. Or maybe we won't send you any at all."
"You're cruel, Tom."
"In what way?"
"I want to see, Sir. It excites me to see. I'm stone hard right now thinking about-No, Mistress! Please don't. You'll make me cum again. And I will be punished even more. And I can't mess my uniform before work."
Tom smiled. He said, "You have fantasies about being punished, don't you, Panty Boy."
"Not fantasies. Oh, shit. Mistress, Yellow-Yellow Card. I'm on edge. It's more like a dark need, Sir. I have trouble explaining it."
"Does Trish understand it?
"She's beginning to. We're both only beginning to."
"Hand the phone back to your Mistress and don't be late for work, Worm. I will see you later at the fitness club."
"Uhm. Tom, Sir. That's another thing. I don't think Trish and I can afford two club memberships right now."
Tom paused and thought. "OK, Pete. Here's the deal. Greta can get you and Trish in the club tonight with Trial Memberships. If we have fun working out together, and if Kitten accepts me as her Master and herself as my Kitten, my little fuck toy, and you as our Cuck, I will pay for your memberships."
"I can't let you do that, Tom."
"Worm, this is not the thing you want to be arguing with me about right now. I'm not in the mood. Shut up. Hand the phone to Trish. Kiss your wife goodbye and know that I'm going to fuck her today better than you ever can."
Pete said something that surprised Tom, "Thank you, Sir."
There was a shuffling of the phone and a pause of at least half a minute. Then Trish came on the line. "What did you tell him?"
"Why?"
"Because he thanked you. Then he looked at me funny and kissed me more romantically than he has in years. What did you do?"
"Pete loves you, Trish."
"I know, Tom. We've had rough times, but things are looking up for us. I love him too."
"And I don't want to come between the two of you, Kitten. But, I'm going to be the Bull. Panty-Boy Pete is going to be our Cuck. And you are going to come to need to call me your Master, probably before Saturday."
"Tom, how much do you know about BDSM Culture?"
"I've read some porn about it."
Trish sighed, "Oh, Daddy." And there was a world of pity in her voice that Tom didn't like hearing..
Tom felt small and out of control. He took a deep breath. "Trish, I'm going to make mistakes. But, my goal is to give you the best Birthday Week of your life, Kitten. Fantasy Grotto at ten. Be there. Pete is going to leave his personal phone at home, the one in your hand. He didn't forget it. Don't try to bring it to him. OK."
"OK, Daddy. I will be on time."
Tom sat for a second. His cock was hard and leaking. He had put a wet spot on the front of his gray boxer briefs. He pulled it out and stroked the length of his six and half inch erection He smeared a bit of his precum around the head, making it glisten.. He considered jerking off. But, he decided to hold off. He had made some big promises to Trish. Now, he would have to explain those promises to Greta. Tom opened up his computer and typed a quick email to his secretary. He wrote that he was taking a personal day, and that as soon as she had gone through emails and gotten the weeks scheduling done, she could take an early day as well.
Tom got up from his chair and headed out in the hallway. He could hear the shower still running. And as he got closer to the bathroom, he noticed that Greta had left the bathroom door open. She didn't like when the mirrors got fogged up. But, Tom also noticed that he could see a reflection of Greta in the shower through the pebbled glass of the shower door. She was soaping her breasts with one hand and between her legs with the other. No. Wait! She was masturbating! Tom groaned a little to himself, "Greta is so fucking sexy." He considered joining her in the shower, surprising her. She probably thought he had left for work already. Then, he decided against it. First, it could scare her. Second, she looked like she was enjoying herself. And finally, if Greta broke the rules and made herself cum, Tom would get to punish her, maybe spank that perfect ass! The thought made Tom's cock jump and leak a bit in his boxers. Fuck! He was enjoying pretending to be a Dom!
Tom, decided to make a quick pot of coffee, and hopefully surprise Greta in the bedroom, naked, with a steaming cup-of-Joe and an equally strong and hot cock. Tom quickly and quietly made his way toward the kitchen. He looked back over his shoulder again, but from this angle, he couldn't see Greta in the bathroom. Tom turned the corner into the kitchen. There, standing next to the fridge with his back to Tom was Dave, Tom's twenty year old son. Tom could tell it was Dave, even though Dave has an identical twin brother, Kyle, because Dave's hair is shorter, and his shoulders are broader. What shocked Tom was that Dave was completely naked! He was standing with his legs so widespread that Tom could see his heavy testicles hanging down. Tom's mind was a swirl of mixed emotions; confusion, anger, admiration (his son really has a nice body) and lust. Lust? Really? Tom licked his lips and nodded. Maybe it was just because he was still worked up from Trish and Greta.
Dave said, "Are you hungry for breakfast? Maybe you'd like some breakfast saus-" And that moment, Dave spun around. He was fully erect. His cock was at least seven inches long and thicker than his father Tom's. And he was lewdly stroking his hard-on with a stick of butter held in a paper towel! Dave jumped back, dropping the butter on the floor, trying to cover his cock and balls with a buttery paper towel. Dave shouted, "Holy shit! Dad! I'm so sorry. Shit! I-I-I wasn't expecting you."
Tom's eyes went wide. And he asked, "Who were you expecting?"
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I'm going to end Chapter 3 with a cliffhanger. We are at a narrative fork-in-the-road. So, I'm going to put it to a VOTE what direction you would like to see Chapter 4 of Greta and the Boys explore.
A) Would you like to read about Tom punishing Greta and their sons for the sexual hi-jinx they have taken up behind his back. This might involve some direct incestuous activity between Greta and Tom, and their sons, Kyle and Dave. (Spoiler Alert: This story will eventually get their anyway.) Or...
B) Should the next chapter explore Tom's dominance of their family friend, Trish, as they plan to dominate, punish as cuckold her husband, Pete? Tom has largely explored his dominance over Pete and Trish in this chapter. He is ready to take that much, much father. Is Greta ready for that? Frankly, I don't know. (Spoiler Alert: This story will eventually get their anyway.)
I have vague goals about where I want to take this story. Rough ideas about what is motivating the characters. But, I'm entirely undecided about how to get there. So, if there is a direction you would like the story to take, let me know in the comments!
Thank you to my fans and friends for your continued interest and support. I appreciate you taking the time to read this far. I hope you'll take the time to RATE this story and COMMENT as well. -Grant
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Tom woke up early on Monday morning with a lot on his mind. The night before, he and his wife Greta had been out to eat with their friends, Trish and Pete. Plans were made for Trish's Birthday Party, a pool party where both families would bring their adult children. And both families would see if their kids wanted to join in on a no-hold-barred Swinging Sex Party with their Parents! The idea was insane. Tom didn't know why he had gone along with the plan.
Tom slowly got out of bed, careful not to wake up his wife. He was wearing his usual excuse for pajamas: boxer briefs and old concert T-shirt. Today it was Dave Matthews band. Tom usually got up early on Mondays, just to get into the office earlier. Tom is an architect with Stratford Designs, a medium sized firm downtown. He could set his own hours, as long as he kept on top of projects and made time for meetings with clients and the bosses. He generally made Monday an early day into work, so he could make sure to get home early and workout at the fitness club on Monday evenings, because that's where Greta works as a Fitness Instructor and Personal Trainer. Tom likes working out in the gym while his wife is there. He likes keeping an eye on her, making sure the male club members don't get too handsy. But mostly he enjoys seeing the men's (and even some of the lady's) heads turn and their eyes follow Greta's fit, sexy, athletic form, as she makes her way around the gym. It makes Tom swell with pride, knowing that he is the one who will take her home later, and often take her. He also likes the smell of Greta after she has worked out. He likes fucking her while she's still sweaty, even though she says that makes a mess of the sheets, so she has to do laundry more often.
Tom went into the den and opened the family computer. At first he thought that he might get through some of his work emails from home, but as he worked through just a few of them, he found his mind drifting more and more. He thought of what it would be like to finally fuck his wife's best friend, Trish. Trish is so cute and voluptuous. She is shorter than Greta and plumper. But she has such great tits and a fabulous, full ass. Tom worried about Trish's husband Pete's revelation that he considered himself bisexual now, and attracted to Tom! Sure, Pete had sucked Tom's cock that one time. And that had been exciting and different too. But, that had mostly been a show for the girls. That didn't mean Tom was gay or bisexual too. Did it?
Then there was the thought of becoming sexually involved with his own twin sons! That wouldn't just be bisexual; that would be incest. Incest! Still, the idea of seeing his sons fucking his wife, or his wife sucking their young cocks...that mental image made Tom catch his breath. Greta had secretly watched the boys having sex with each other, by using a nanny-cam in their bedroom. She had said that their cocks were impressive. And anyone could see how good looking they both were. Identical twins, but Dave has shorter blonde hair and broader muscular shoulders, like Tom, while Kyle has very long hair for a boy, that he uses a flat-iron straightener on until it is shiny and smooth. Kyle is also a ballet dancer. So, even though he is probably more athletic than his identical twin brother, Kyle's body is far more lithe and sleek than Dave's muscular frame.
Tom closed his eyes and imagined his sons. Greta said they made love with each other regularly. Dave had a girlfriend once, fairly recently too. He'd had several girlfriends. But Kyle had only taken one girl to Senior Prom in High School, and as far as Tom knew, that was the only date Kyle had ever been on. Kyle seemed shyer than Dave. Dave was into video games and partying. Kyle liked to rehearse dance and hang out with dancers. There were some very pretty girls in Kyle's dance company. But Tom couldn't convince Kyle to ask any of them out. Was Kyle gay? Would that mean Kyle might want to suck his dad's cock like Pete had? Pete wasn't great at sucking cock. But, Kyle probably had more practice. Kyle would be much better at sucking his Daddy's cock! Would Dave want to do that too? Suck on Daddy's cock? Why was thinking about his sons sucking his cock getting Tom excited? Tom thought, "This is sick! Isn't it? Isn't it?" He didn't think it was sick to imagine Greta with the Boys! That thought really did excite him!
Just then, Tom's cell phone buzzed. A text had come in. It was from Pete Wilson:
"HEY TOM! I JUST WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW. i KNOW WHAT YOU SAID ABOUT NOT CUMMING UNTIL SATURDAY. bUT i WOKE UP EARLY AND TRISH WAS NAKED IN BED. AND i STARTED TO THINK ABOUT THIS SATURDAY AND EVERYTHING WITH YOUR SONS AND MY DAUGHTER AND HER WIFE AND EVERYTHING. sO i WENT IN THE BATHROOM AND WAS JACKING OFF. i WASN'T going to cum. I really wanst. I promise, Sir. But, Trish surprised me, and she was naked. And she looks so good angry. And I'm sorry. I came. It felt really good too. But, I'm still sorry. Alright? But it's OK. Mistress Trish already spanked my ass good and hard with the newspaper. So, I've been punished. But Mistress Trish said I should tell you too, Sir. I'm sorry. And I'll try not to jack off again. OK?"
Tom looked at the screen of his phone. It took him awhile to process what was going on. Tom shouldn't care whether Pete jacked off or not. But, Tom had taken on the role of the Dom until the Sex Party is over on Saturday. He had specifically told everybody at the table that nobody was going to cum until the party on Saturday. Tom wanted them all sexually charged for the party. Tom also didn't want Greta to try to jump the gun and have sex with their boys or with Trish, her daughter or her wife. But, Pete messed that all up. Pete had broken the rules!
Another text, again, from Pete:
"I'M SORRY, SIR. Mistress Trish says you leave for work early and might driving. I need to get ready for work now too. Again, I'm sorry."
Tom thumbed an icon on his his smartphone, then another, and Pete's phone rang. It rang once, and Pete answered with, "You're angry aren't you, Sir." There was a mincing meekness to Pete's voice.
Tom said, "I'm disappointed, Worm. You couldn't keep from touching yourself until Saturday? What are you, in Seventh Grade or something?"
Pete chuckled. "Yeah. I guess. But it's OK, Mistress punished me hard. My ass is going to be sore."
"Your ass is mine until Saturday, Worm. And Trish didn't punish you nearly enough. We all promised not to cum until Saturday. Now, you've thrown that balance off. We are going to meet tonight at the gym. Greta will be training you. I will be training Trish. And after the club closes down at nine, the three of us are going to punish you, Worm."
"Uhm, what are you going to do to me, uhm, Sir?"
"I haven't decided. But, the three of us each have at least one orgasm coming to us before Saturday, just to even the scales. And you don't get to participate, Worm. Got it? You stole your orgasm from us, so we won't share ours with you."
"I-I-I think I understand, Sir."
"No. You probably don't, Pete. But that doesn't mean you can't be trained. Is Trish still there?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good. Put Trish on the phone. Oh, and before you go, I want you to pick out a pair of Trish's panties to wear this week. Not a sexy pair. Her least sexy pair of panties. Put those on under your clothes. You'll be wearing them all week. Got it, Worm?"
Pete sounded unsure, but said, "Uhm—yes, Sir?"
"Hand the phone to your Mistress."
"Yes, Sir." Then Tom heard Pete say, "He wants to speak to you. I told you I shouldn't have told him, Mistress. Now he's angry and he's going to punish me. What if he doesn't let me come to the party?"
Tom heard Trish say, "Quiet, Puppy. I'll make things better. Hello, Tom."
Tom was angry. The thought that Pete and Trish had discussed keeping things from him annoyed his inner-Dom. He said, "Call me, 'Daddy, Sir, or Master', Kitten."
"Uhm, I can't call you Master, Sir."
"Why not?" Tom asked.
"Because...well," Trish explained, "I believe a sub should only have one Mistress or Master. And that should be something like a permanent commitment. Like being married. I'll only have one Master."
"Do you already have a Master?"
"No, Sir."
"Good. Then we'll discuss my becoming your permanent Master, Kitten. Is that fine?"
"Yes, Sir. That actually excites me, Sir."
"Call me, Daddy."
"Yes, Daddy."
"Good Girl, that excites me. You want to be my good little girl for your Daddy, don't you, Baby Girl."
Trish whispered in the phone, "Oh, Gods! Yes, Daddy!"
"Good girl. Because from now through Saturday, you're mine. You're my Kitten. You're my Baby Girl. You're my submissive little bitch. Am I right?"
Trish groaned, "Oh Gawhd!"
"That's not an answer, Baby Girl. Are you going to be my sexy, little Kitten-Slut?"
The whisper grew quieter. "Yes, Daddy."
"Then say it, Baby Girl! Say, 'I want to be your Kitten-Slut, Daddy.' I want to hear it from you. Understand?"
"Yes! Yes, Daddy. I'll be your little Kitten-Slut. I'll even be your little Kitten-Whore. I'll do every nasty thing I've ever dreamed of and that you can ever dream of this coming Saturday."
Tom felt bold. "No. I'm changing the rules, Kitten. I'm going to tease you, and punish you, and please you. And I'm going to FUCK you, and satisfy you in ways both you and the Worm have never imagined. And all of that training starts today. Understand?" Tom was bragging. The role of Dom had gone to his head. He had no clue what he was going to do. He was playing this all by ear. "Kitten, the Worm is your submissive little bitch too, right?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"And he broke the rules I set out for us all."
"Yes, Daddy, but I've punished him."
"But it was your job, as his Mistress, to see that he didn't break the rules. And I don't think you punished him severely enough. So, I'm going to punish you both separately. Understand, Baby Girl?"
"Oh, Gawhd...yes, Daddy."
"Do you work today, Little Bitch?"
"Uh, no, Daddy. My Nursing Schedule is three, twelve hour days a week. Sometimes, when the Hospital is in a crunch, it can be three days on, three days off, but that has me working four twelve hour shifts in a week some weeks and then they have to pay me overtime."
"Fine. I'm taking the day off from work today, and you are going to meet me."
"Where?"
"We need supplies. Is there a Sex Toy Store in town?"
"There are a bunch, Sir. I mean, Daddy."
"Really? Do you have, like, a favorite, Kitten?"
"The Fantasy Grotto. It's near where we had dinner last night. In the Warehouse District."
"Do they have toys, butt plugs, bondage gear, lingerie?"
"They have all that, plus a library of porn books, magazines and DVDs."
"What time do they open?"
"I don't know, Daddy."
"Just a sec, Kitten," Tom murmured as he typed on his computer. He heard the shower upstairs come on. One of his boys was awake, probably Dave, Kyle usually slept in as late as he could. Tom immediately decided he wasn't going to go into work today. He was going to meet Trish at the Fantasy Grotto instead. He typed "Fantasy Grotto" in the search engine. It came up with the address, phone and hours. They open at 10 AM. Who the hell shops for dildos at ten in the morning! Tom grinned. He did. "Kitten?" Tom, said, "The Fantasy Grotto opens at 10. I'll meet you there then."
"I won't be late, Daddy."
Tom was feeling bold. "How are you going to dress for your Daddy, Kitten?"
"I hadn't thought about it, Sir."
"Think about it now."
"I guess I will wear something sexy."
"No. You'll wear something sexy for your Daddy," Tom corrected her. "Now, what does that mean?"
Trish giggled. More confidently she said, "I will wear stockings and a garter belt, Daddy."
Tom laughed, "I suggest you wear a little more than that."
"Well, I have a black, push-up bra that I don't wear often, because it makes my tits look obnoxiously big."
"You have delicious looking breasts, Baby Girl. And I love your nipples. I love how big and hard they get when you're excited."
Trish giggled again, "Thank you, Daddy."
"Your nipples are like little rocks right now, aren't they, Baby?"
"Yes, Daddy. And I'm very wet too.""
"Very good. I want you to play with your nipples, now. And I want you to dress in heels, no panties and a short dress or a skirt."
"How short, Sir?"
"For every inch below your knee, you will get ten swats with a crop. And for every inch above the knee, you will get ten strokes with my cock."
"What if I don't where any skirt or dress at all?" Trish giggled.
"Then you'll get arrested, and I'll fuck you after I bail you out of jail."
Trish laughed, "Then I know exactly what I'm going to not wear for you, Daddy!" Then she whispered, "Pete's coming!"
"Keep playing with your nipples, Kitten, and hand him the phone the Worm."
"OK...uh, Daddy."
Pete came on the line. "Sir?"
"Are you wearing your panties, Worm?"
"Uh, yes, Sir. They're cotton ones, not very stretchy, so there isn't much room for my-well, for my cock and balls, Sir. I've also got on my delivery uniform. I have to leave for work soon."
"Good. Pete, I'm going to talk to you man to man here for a second. But, I want you to know that you can still use your Yellow Card or your Red Card. OK?"
"OK, Tom. Thanks. What do you need to say?"
"Pete, I'm going to fuck you wife."
Pete snickered, "Well, I guess that's only fair, since I fucked Greta last time."
'Yeah, Pete. That was very exciting. But, what I'm telling you is, I'm going to fuck your wife before Saturday. I'm probably going to fuck her today."
There was a pause. "Will I get to watch, Sir."
"We are talking man to man here, Pete. And, no. I won't make sure you get to watch. Sometimes you'll watch. And sometimes you won't. Because I'm going to play the Bull, and you're going to be the cuckolded worm. Get it? I'm going to do my best to turn Trish into my personal fuck-toy. I'm going to use all of her holes, and only let you have the sloppy seconds when I'm done. You're going to play clean up. And this is going to go on until Saturday. But if Greta and Trish are having fun, I will ask to make this a more permanent arrangement."
"Oh, fuck." Pete sounded excited. "Have you talked to Greta about this?"
"No, I haven't. And if she has a problem with this, I don't think I will do it. But-I think Greta will like having your wife around as our personal playmate.
"Have you talked about this with my wife?"
"Nope. Not exactly. But I have a feeling she will be open to the idea."
"Trish gets a say in this, Tom. You can't just command her to be your slave."
"She can call on the Yellow Card of Red Card any time, same as you, Pete. But, I'm letting you know this, if you don't throw down the Red Card now, I'm going to start grooming Trish to me my personal fuck-toy, and grooming you to be our cuck. And this will be the last time you'll have a chance to Red Card anything your wife does with me."
"I can't do that, anyway, Tom. She's my Mistress. And I trust her."
"I can accept that, Worm. Are you talking on your phone right now, Panty Boy?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Do you need it for work?"
"No. I have a work phone. I thought you knew that."
Tom thought. "Hmm. Maybe I do, Worm." Tom shook his head. He heard the shower upstairs go off, and the shower downstairs come on. Greta was awake. Tom usually left the house before this time. "I want you to leave your phone at home, so you won't be distracted by the pictures and texts Kitten and I will be sending you today. You can see them when your Mistress lets you later. Or she might delete them. Or maybe we won't send you any at all."
"You're cruel, Tom."
"In what way?"
"I want to see, Sir. It excites me to see. I'm stone hard right now thinking about-No, Mistress! Please don't. You'll make me cum again. And I will be punished even more. And I can't mess my uniform before work."
Tom smiled. He said, "You have fantasies about being punished, don't you, Panty Boy."
"Not fantasies. Oh, shit. Mistress, Yellow-Yellow Card. I'm on edge. It's more like a dark need, Sir. I have trouble explaining it."
"Does Trish understand it?
"She's beginning to. We're both only beginning to."
"Hand the phone back to your Mistress and don't be late for work, Worm. I will see you later at the fitness club."
"Uhm. Tom, Sir. That's another thing. I don't think Trish and I can afford two club memberships right now."
Tom paused and thought. "OK, Pete. Here's the deal. Greta can get you and Trish in the club tonight with Trial Memberships. If we have fun working out together, and if Kitten accepts me as her Master and herself as my Kitten, my little fuck toy, and you as our Cuck, I will pay for your memberships."
"I can't let you do that, Tom."
"Worm, this is not the thing you want to be arguing with me about right now. I'm not in the mood. Shut up. Hand the phone to Trish. Kiss your wife goodbye and know that I'm going to fuck her today better than you ever can."
Pete said something that surprised Tom, "Thank you, Sir."
There was a shuffling of the phone and a pause of at least half a minute. Then Trish came on the line. "What did you tell him?"
"Why?"
"Because he thanked you. Then he looked at me funny and kissed me more romantically than he has in years. What did you do?"
"Pete loves you, Trish."
"I know, Tom. We've had rough times, but things are looking up for us. I love him too."
"And I don't want to come between the two of you, Kitten. But, I'm going to be the Bull. Panty-Boy Pete is going to be our Cuck. And you are going to come to need to call me your Master, probably before Saturday."
"Tom, how much do you know about BDSM Culture?"
"I've read some porn about it."
Trish sighed, "Oh, Daddy." And there was a world of pity in her voice that Tom didn't like hearing..
Tom felt small and out of control. He took a deep breath. "Trish, I'm going to make mistakes. But, my goal is to give you the best Birthday Week of your life, Kitten. Fantasy Grotto at ten. Be there. Pete is going to leave his personal phone at home, the one in your hand. He didn't forget it. Don't try to bring it to him. OK."
"OK, Daddy. I will be on time."
Tom sat for a second. His cock was hard and leaking. He had put a wet spot on the front of his gray boxer briefs. He pulled it out and stroked the length of his six and half inch erection He smeared a bit of his precum around the head, making it glisten.. He considered jerking off. But, he decided to hold off. He had made some big promises to Trish. Now, he would have to explain those promises to Greta. Tom opened up his computer and typed a quick email to his secretary. He wrote that he was taking a personal day, and that as soon as she had gone through emails and gotten the weeks scheduling done, she could take an early day as well.
Tom got up from his chair and headed out in the hallway. He could hear the shower still running. And as he got closer to the bathroom, he noticed that Greta had left the bathroom door open. She didn't like when the mirrors got fogged up. But, Tom also noticed that he could see a reflection of Greta in the shower through the pebbled glass of the shower door. She was soaping her breasts with one hand and between her legs with the other. No. Wait! She was masturbating! Tom groaned a little to himself, "Greta is so fucking sexy." He considered joining her in the shower, surprising her. She probably thought he had left for work already. Then, he decided against it. First, it could scare her. Second, she looked like she was enjoying herself. And finally, if Greta broke the rules and made herself cum, Tom would get to punish her, maybe spank that perfect ass! The thought made Tom's cock jump and leak a bit in his boxers. Fuck! He was enjoying pretending to be a Dom!
Tom, decided to make a quick pot of coffee, and hopefully surprise Greta in the bedroom, naked, with a steaming cup-of-Joe and an equally strong and hot cock. Tom quickly and quietly made his way toward the kitchen. He looked back over his shoulder again, but from this angle, he couldn't see Greta in the bathroom. Tom turned the corner into the kitchen. There, standing next to the fridge with his back to Tom was Dave, Tom's twenty year old son. Tom could tell it was Dave, even though Dave has an identical twin brother, Kyle, because Dave's hair is shorter, and his shoulders are broader. What shocked Tom was that Dave was completely naked! He was standing with his legs so widespread that Tom could see his heavy testicles hanging down. Tom's mind was a swirl of mixed emotions; confusion, anger, admiration (his son really has a nice body) and lust. Lust? Really? Tom licked his lips and nodded. Maybe it was just because he was still worked up from Trish and Greta.
Dave said, "Are you hungry for breakfast? Maybe you'd like some breakfast saus-" And that moment, Dave spun around. He was fully erect. His cock was at least seven inches long and thicker than his father Tom's. And he was lewdly stroking his hard-on with a stick of butter held in a paper towel! Dave jumped back, dropping the butter on the floor, trying to cover his cock and balls with a buttery paper towel. Dave shouted, "Holy shit! Dad! I'm so sorry. Shit! I-I-I wasn't expecting you."
Tom's eyes went wide. And he asked, "Who were you expecting?"
*****
I'm going to end Chapter 3 with a cliffhanger. We are at a narrative fork-in-the-road. So, I'm going to put it to a VOTE what direction you would like to see Chapter 4 of Greta and the Boys explore.
A) Would you like to read about Tom punishing Greta and their sons for the sexual hi-jinx they have taken up behind his back. This might involve some direct incestuous activity between Greta and Tom, and their sons, Kyle and Dave. (Spoiler Alert: This story will eventually get their anyway.) Or...
B) Should the next chapter explore Tom's dominance of their family friend, Trish, as they plan to dominate, punish as cuckold her husband, Pete? Tom has largely explored his dominance over Pete and Trish in this chapter. He is ready to take that much, much father. Is Greta ready for that? Frankly, I don't know. (Spoiler Alert: This story will eventually get their anyway.)
I have vague goals about where I want to take this story. Rough ideas about what is motivating the characters. But, I'm entirely undecided about how to get there. So, if there is a direction you would like the story to take, let me know in the comments!
Thank you to my fans and friends for your continued interest and support. I appreciate you taking the time to read this far. I hope you'll take the time to RATE this story and COMMENT as well. -Grant