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by FamilyCuckold » Sun Mar 28, 2021 2:48 pm
Hello all,
Again, thanks for all your kind comments and PMs recently. Much appreciated.
So this was a difficult update to write, for reasons you’ll soon see. I tried to best remember my feelings at the time, as this took place almost 2 years ago, but it was a challenge despite all the photographic evidence I have. S. was also helpful in my telling the story, and she had similar emotional challenges as I did.
To start off in the here and now, S. and I had a nice date night last night, just the two of us at a local sushi joint. First time we’d gone out in about 6 months. Our restaurants never shut down completely, but we have regulations on gathering sizes and who we’re permitted to hang out with, etc. S. and I have been back on our regular Saturday date nights for the last year since my recovery, which has been very nice.
Our daughters and their husbands have been the only ones we’ve permitted to be a part of our household “bubble” (although we don’t live together), and they agreed to do the same. Obviously this meant that M. has been the only cock penetrating any hole for the last year or so (except for a couple of special exceptions that he has permitted). As you can imagine, this led to M. spending most of his “other woman” time with C., while he’s only been able to fuck S. about once a week.
A fun note to mention: Not sure how many of y’all have managed this, but my daughters and their husbands have been working from home mostly, with regular videoconferencing for their respective jobs. M. decided to take the “no pants” challenge during a few of his calls to another level, having his girls blowing him underneath his home desk. Shirt & tie on top, hungry mouths on the bottom…hahaha…
Anyway, S. and I finished re-watching video from M.’s stag party last night after we got home from dinner. It was a hard to take notes while watching the debauchery, all the while S. stroking me in my cage…I asked if she could give me my release a day early this time, and she said it was up to M. She texted him and received a terse “No,” reply from him, so I had to endure a bulging and leaking cock the entire time, ugh. This was actually the first time S. and I watched the video all the way through since that time, and it brought up some complex emotional/erotic memories for both of us.
As I mentioned, M. and E. had their separate vanilla parties about a month before the wedding at the end of June, while the “real” party occurred the weekend before the wedding. M. had tagged P. as his best man, interestingly, so P. had been responsible for arranging the vanilla stag, and assisted M. in arranging the second one. This time both S. and I were kept in the dark about the plans, only that the party would be at the kids’ townhouse, and that I show up naked and caged, while S. was dressed in stockings, heels and a collar (more about some symbolism stuff later).
It was a good guess there was another gangbang in the works for the girls, but other than that, no idea.
S. and I showed up in overcoats, and we met a couple of M.’s buddies smoking on their front patio. We both recognized them from previous gangbangs…S. let her coat open up in front, said hello and gave each of them a long open-mouth kiss as they each groped her underneath while I watched briefly. I nodded hello to each of them as well, while all this time I still felt that angst of watching other men enjoy my wife’s body. These kids were not nearly as dominant as M. or J., but they, as well as the other friends, definitely had a cockiness to them and they didn’t hesitate to show it in front of me.
We went inside where C. greeted us, (un)dressed similarly to S., and told S. to go into the living room while I had to go meet P. upstairs to help with camera setup.
I could see about 4 other men milling about in the living room, boys I already knew except for 1 new one, drinks in hand, talking and laughing loudly as young men do…conversations ranging from sports to cars to sex, looking forward to partying with the “sluts and the MILF” again. They kept looking at something further in the room which I couldn’t see, but I didn’t want to risk any punishment for not following orders promptly. I only heard the cheered greeting they had when S. entered the room, as I was already heading upstairs.
I spent the next few minutes coordinating camera equipment with P., also naked and caged. I was to manage the video, P. would handle still photos, and he told me that the two of us would need to keep the floors dry with towels for safety, as both of our cocks were already drooling through our cages.
When we got back downstairs, C. gave us a couple of beers and a peck on the cheek and told us join everyone in the living room, behind everyone else until M. came downstairs.
We finally saw what the everyone else was looking at in anticipation when we came into the room…E. was bound on the couch with a spreader bar, her pussy and ass made readily accessible for all. The bar was run laterally behind her neck with some padding, and each wrist and ankle cuffed and clipped to the ends of the bar. C. came up behind P., stroking his cage and let both of us know that M. wanted to make his fiancé the centre of attention finally, despite her cuckquean kink. All the boys would have a go at her holes first before it became a free-for-all with the rest of the girls.
M. finally came into the room, generating a cheer from the guys, slaps on the back, congratulating him for the pending marriage, and thanking him in advance for letting them use his fiancé. He said a few words to thank everyone for coming, and then bent over to give E. a long, passionate kiss with some unintelligible whispers exchanged. M. grabbed her collar briefly, while E. looked at him with this amazing, almost worshipful expression and nodded with a smile at whatever he had said.
Meanwhile, S. was already fluffing J. (well, more like grabbing the back of her head and fucking her throat, which she was able to take quite easily now) and stroking two other cocks to get them ready. It looked like she was already in her “zone,” forgetting about anything else, including her husband except for the cock around her.
Once J. was hard enough, he pulled S. off his cock, walked over to E. and buried himself in one quick thrust, eliciting a squeal from her. Both C. and E. take after their mother when they momentarily roll their eyes back when first penetrated. J. proceeded to pump slowly, then faster, until he finally unloaded and tapped for the next cock.
The train continued on for about an hour to get all the men to have unloaded in her at least once. E. came violently at least three times that I could count, with one boy fucking her while she was “zoned-out” and semi-conscious from her last orgasm.
M. then took his place at E,’s ass, which had been reserved for him until now. Her juices and the amount of cum leaking of her cunt was more than enough lubrication for him, and their fuck was was less frenzied and more love-making than anything else, E.’s moans only interrupted by the sucking sounds from her mother and sister as they worked on other recovering cocks.
Once M. finally grunted and came in E.’s ass, he kissed her again, then held her chin and whispered something else, to which she nodded again obediently.
He turned around and surveyed the scene behind him…J. was presently pounding my wife’s pussy doggie-style, while one of the other boys was fucking C. missionary. Once both men emptied their loads in the girls’ cunts, he called out to them and waved them up, telling them “Remember, tonight is E.’s night, she gets all the cum.” I glanced at P. who smiled at me sheepishly before looking at our wives.
Both women stood up on shaky legs and walked over to the couch where E. was bound. S. and C. gave P. and I blank stares as they walked by us. S. then proceeded to stand up on the couch, turning to face everyone with her legs on either side of E.’s body, and proceeded to lower her pussy down onto E.’s face so that she could eat the cum out of her mother’s pussy.
I definitely remember that, “Holy fucking shit,” was the thought that was running through my head then. Obviously I’ve mentioned that S. realized that she was bisexual for decades now, but up until then I was repeatedly told by both my daughters that they didn’t swing that way.
I might have been embarrassed to admit that I couldn’t remember being harder ever at the time, but not these days.
For her first time eating pussy, E. was apparently not too bad at it, as she managed to give her mother a small orgasm while dutifully eating as much cum as she could. E. smiled weakly at S. and M. once finished, her makeup a mess on her wet face.
J. had to help S. down from the couch as she looked like she was about to collapse, while C. took her place and mashed her cunt down on her sister’s mouth.
It’s hard to describe the rest of the party after that…M. let E. out off of the bar after she ate out her sister, then the guys took their turns with all the girls for another couple of hours, with E. dutifully eating cum out of any pussy which wasn’t hers. Of course, now that the dam had broken, lack of cum in holes didn’t stop the girls from an all-out lez fest when they had the opportunity to do so in between getting plugged by cock.
The guys started to filter out eventually, and once everyone had left except for our family, M. let P. and I out of our cages so we could suck each other off as a “reward,” before sending S. and I home.
Now, I know I’m going to get a lot of “I told you so” comments from some of you about my daughters and my wife, and I guess I have that coming. I’m also probably going to get a lot of flak from others who view this development as a bridge too far. I agree with some of you in a way, in that the girls have all exchanged fluids with each other in indirect ways many times already, so this is just the final step.
As I’d mentioned previously, S. and I have talked at length about “limits,” and where we would draw the line on the road that M. has been taking all of us. S. and had a long talk about the stag party the next day, and admitted that she had a suspicion that this particular limit was coming, and that that she didn’t know what she would do until it happened. Her best explanation at the time was that she was a combination of cock-drunk, a long-time lack of eating pussy, and intense, humiliating arousal at the thought of having sex with her (adult!!!) daughters (just a reminder that E. and C. will be 30 in May).
I’ll finish off this update by noting that we had all the kids over at our house for dinner the next night, followed by a candid, sobering yet positive discussion about the party events and how my wife and daughters feel about this huge evolution (revolution?) in their relationship. I’ll post about that another time.
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