Incest/Taboo A Complicated Relationship

We were both so excited, then, the first time Diane set out to get picked up, the intention being to bring the guy home, where I could watch him fuck her on the big-screen TV in the next bedroom.

It was agony, watching her location stay static on FindMyFriends, and I kept flicking between cameras, making sure they all worked, and trying to remember which was likely to be best, depending on the position they were using. Then I got an alert, saying she was on the move, and I followed her every inch of the way as she came back home, my cock twitching in anticipation, barely able to wait.

At last the bedroom door opened on screen, and in walked Diane, with a guy fondling her ass. To start with, I was surprised that she still had everything more-or-less covered, though I knew from when she left that she didn't have a bra or panties under her dress, but then I realised that she must have driven home, with him following in his own car.

He was wearing a rather rumpled business suit, his tie gone, and my guess was that he was in town on business, and had just taken the opportunity for a bit of fun on the side. His hands were all over her, but it was only when he pulled her to him, and kissed her hard on her mouth that my jealousy kicked in.

No, I didn't mind that one hand had gone under her skirt, pulling it up to reveal her naked butt, which he was then exploring. I'd enjoy watching him penetrate her in any or all of her holes, but it was the possibility of him stealing any of her affection filled me with jealous anger. Just get on and fuck her, I wanted to shout.

"You're wearing a ring, though, Diane. Are you married, and if so, does your husband know what you get up to?"

"Yeah, I'm married, but he's just a computer dork, who doesn't know how to treat a real woman like me. But you're wearing a ring as well, what about you? Perhaps I shouldn't show you this, then," Diane said, raising her dress right up, so that her tits and pussy were visible, before letting it drop down again.

"Uh, well, we've got an understanding. She's never been fond of sex - shit, the doors of Fort Knox must be easier to open then her legs."

As he spoke, Diane had pulled her dress off, and laid back on the bed. "Like this, you mean?"

Oh God, she was holding her cunt wide open, and I'm sure she knew that one of the cameras was positioned so I'd be able to see right up her. The poor guy could hardly get his clothes off fast enough. He threw himself on top of her, and without any foreplay, or even checking she was well lubricated, he jabbed his cock up her, and started pumping away.

Fortunately, I'd seen that Diane's hole was really wet, as I was sure it would be after picking up a stranger. I swapped the camera to get a side view of him going in and out of her cunt. I thought he was going to come, and so did Diane.

"Steady on, soldier, if you fuck your wife like this, no wonder she's not interested," she said, pushing him off her, then she closed her mouth on his cock.

I just knew she was loving the taste of her own cum, and I could see her playing with her clit, trying to catch up with the guy's arousal level. I knew from the way she adjusted her position that she was trying to give me the best views possible, and I swapped cameras back and forth between his cock in her mouth, and her fingers stroking her pussy.

My cock was throbbing, as she pushed him back on the bed, and rode him, cowgirl-style, one of the cameras giving me a perfect view of her asshole and her stretched cunt as he disappeared up inside her. All too soon they both came, Diane clearly having got herself off with her hand. She rolled off him on to the bed, her open legs displaying his seed oozing out of her to me.

"Can we do this again tomorrow?" he asked.

"Maybe, if I'm in the bar," Diane replied, without any great conviction, and I knew that she really would prefer a new cock in her, or a repeat with a more skilled performer, which was where I hoped I'd come in.

The guy cleaned himself off in the bathroom, while Diane remained on the bed, her pussy still dripping, while she smiled at me through the camera. As soon as the guy had left, I walked into the bedroom, naked.

"Did you enjoy that, Jack? Come and eat out my sperm-filled cunt, if so."

"Ugh, no, Diane, but I'll fuck you up it," I replied, unwilling to admit that I had swallowed the sperm out of her when she had passed out. And fuck her was exactly what I did.

"The only thing was, Jack, I just wished I could have seen your face, especially as his dick went in me," Diane said, after I'd added my load in her vagina, and I agreed.

So, the next thing we tried was for me to hire a stretched limo, and for Diane to call me when she'd picked someone up. I'd adjusted the mirror so that I could watch what they were up to, and I'd fixed up a second mirror so hopefully Diane could see my face. When they got in, the guy had his hand straight up Diane's skirt, and as I drove off, I could see his fingers slipping into her.

I watched as he got her tits out of her blouse, and after sucking hard on them, he mounted her. Trouble was, that blocked my view of her penetrated pussy, and she had to peer around him as he pumped in and out of her. What was worse was that I was spending so much time watching for him to come, that as he filled her up, I had to slam on my brakes to avoid running into the back of traffic waiting at a stop sign.

"I think the only answer is for you to be in the room, darling," Diane said, as we were laid together on the bed, after I'd fucked her sloppy cunt again. "Maybe I'll need to tie you up, so it's clear you can't interfere, and I'll just explain that I love cuckolding you."

I had to go back north again the next day, so it had to wait until I came back the following week. I'd got a pretty good idea of the security guards' rota at the apartment, and arrived on an earlier flight than normal, so that I could catch the guy I wanted when I arrived.

"Hi, you're the guy that I caught fucking my wife a few weeks ago, aren't you?"

He tried to bluster and deny it, but I cut him short.

"I think you're off in another hour, aren't you? She should be home by then, and as soon as you can, I want you to come up to the apartment. I want to watch you take her up the ass this time."

I wasn't surprised that he looked shocked - I know I would have done in the same circumstances, if I was asked by a man to watch me fuck his wife. He tried to say that he shouldn't, that he had to get home, and that he'd need to hear her give permission directly. I pointed out that he must have that the last time, and if he didn't come up and fuck her, I would report him for what he had done then. He didn't have much choice but to agree, and from the changed expression on his face, he was beginning to look forward to it.

When Diane came home, I told her to clean herself up, ready for an anal surprise. She looked as surprised as the security guy, but she smiled and kissed me.

"Oh Jack, I can see you're already excited about watching my asshole get fucked," she said, stroking the bulge at the front of my pants, and her look told me she was as well.

It wasn't long after she came back, naked, from the bathroom, that there was a knock at the door.

"Go and answer it like that," I said.

"Oh ... I ... your husband said ..." the guy stuttered, as he took in Diane's naked body, which she was holding in the way to display her tits to the best advantage.

"Come in, then. Yes, I told him I was intending to let you take my ass, and you don't mind him watching, do you? I'm afraid he never seems to be able to satisfy me properly, but I'm sure you will, won't you?"

She took his hand, and led him into the bedroom.

"Why don't you both take your clothes off, then we can get started. Jack, you stand in that corner, and don't you dare play with yourself unless I tell you you can. Just watch what a real man can do for me."

As his cock sprang out from his pants, Diane knelt down and took it in her mouth. As he took the rest of his clothes off, she forced his impressively large dick down her throat, looking me in the eye as much as she could.

God, watching my wife take another man's cock in her mouth, just a few feet away, was even more arousing than I had imagined. My own cock was throbbing, and I could feel my balls wanting to fire my spunk all over her face, even while she was still sucking the other guy. But I knew better than to disobey what Diane had told me.

"Come over here, Jack, and watch him go up my cunt, the way I wanted you to last time. But no touching," Diane said, after she'd pulled back, saliva running off her chin, and dripping off his cock.

I was trembling as I walked to the side of the bed, and I bent over so I was only inches away from her pussy. I could smell how aroused she was, and I could see the sparkle of her cum all along her slit.

"Open my cunt, and let my husband watch as you slowly slide you dick deep into my hole."

Shit, the guy put his hands down, rubbed Diane's clit, then pulled her lips open, allowing both of us see the pinkness of her gash, and right up inside her vagina. Then he lowered his body, positioned his cock over her gaping hole, then drove his dick right up inside her, until his balls clashed against her ass.

"Hands off your cock, Jack," Diane said, "just watch while he fills my hole. I love having someone else up there, Jack."

It hurt me to admit it, but I was impressed by his technique. He had a hand on Diane's clit, and was steadily getting her aroused. Not only that, though, but as well as pumping his cock in and out of her, he'd sometimes pull right out, making her let out wonderfully disgusting queefing noises when he rammed back in, and then he would circle his hips, stirring his dick around inside her.

"Don't come in her cunt," I said, "I want to watch you come in her asshole."

I think I must have taken Diane by surprise, or maybe the guy intended it before he pulled out of her pussy, but for whatever reason, she came.

"FUCK!" she screamed, then as she calmed down a bit, "Jack, I fucking came with his cock up me. Now fuck my asshole."

The last was for the guy, or course, and I watched, almost unable to contain my arousal, as he pulled his dick out of her with a schlurping noise. It was covered with her cum, which filled the room with its scent. Diane rolled on to her stomach, then gave me another surprise.

"Pull my ass open, Jack, so you can watch his cock force its way into my shit hole. But once he's in, fuck off back to the side. I want to watch you stroke your cock while he destroys my asshole, but don't you dare come."

I loved watching myself enter Diane's body, but fuck, as I pulled her soft ass cheeks apart, it was even more exciting to see another man's cock expand her anal sphincter, then disappear inside her. I knew I'd better do what Diane said, so once he was in her, I backed off. I could see Diane looking at me, her head turned towards me as it was laid against the bed.

"Jack, Jack, but don't come," she mouthed, smiling.

Jacking off while watching my wife get ass-fucked wasn't an issue, it was so dirty and arousing, but not coming was. It was all I could do to hold back. Holding back wasn't a problem for Diane or the security guard, though. I could see they each had a hand under her, playing with her clit, and the guy was pummelling away with fast and deep strokes into her asshole.

"Fuck my whore-wife's ass," I shouted at the guy, which almost made me come, but I was just able to stop myself.

Diane couldn't, though, and the way her hips banged up and down must have amplified the guy's strokes, because he came as well, and as I watched, I knew his spunk was being ejaculated deep in Diane's bowels. Eventually they stopped jerking around, and the guy pulled out, dripping sperm onto Diane's butt. Then they both stood up, and Diane gave the guy a big kiss.

"That was great - till next time, eh?"

He wiped himself off, as Diane walked over to me, dripping from her asshole as she walked.

"Well, Jack, did you enjoy that? I suppose you want to screw me in the ass now?"

Did I ever! As the guy left the apartment, my ass-fucked wife led me over to the bed, holding my cock. She pushed me back on the bed, then before I could do anything, she straddled my face, pushing her spunk-oozing asshole hard against my mouth.

"You can suck his spunk out of me, Jack, before you fuck me," she said, with an aggressive edge to her voice.

She knew I'd refused to eat another man's seed from her before, but this time she'd given me no choice. I gagged a bit at first, but then I remembered that when I fingered and tasted her when she was unconscious, I didn't mind it, so I gave in, and did my best to suck everything out of her asshole, though I kept a little in my mouth.

I pushed her off me, then I grabbed her by the throat, kissing her hard, and pushing the guy's cum I'd taken from her asshole into her mouth.

"You're a fucking slut, Diane," I said, when I pulled away.

I twisted her over, and pulled one leg up over my shoulder, giving me access to both her holes. I rammed my cock up her cunt, using my thumb on her clit, but after a few strokes, I pulled out, and drove myself into her ass,

"God, Jack, screw your cheating whore of a wife," Diane gasped, as I took her right to the edge of coming again, but stopped just short.

I kept going like that, fucking one hole, then moving to fuck the other and back again. Trouble was, it was all too obvious that I wouldn't be able to keep this up as long as I would have liked. As she squirmed under my thumb, another orgasm sweeping over her, I couldn't decide which hole I wanted to come in, so I pulled out, and jetted my sperm over her asshole, and right along her cunt.

"God, Jack, that was the best yet," Diane said, as we lay cuddling in bed. "It's best when you are there watching, isn't it, darling?"

I had to agree that it was.
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The next time I was down in LA, Diane brought Wesley home. Given the way she'd flirted with him in the past, I was a bit surprised that she hadn't fucked him in front of me earlier. This time my fucking bitch of a wife made me hold his cock and push him into her cunt, and once again she made me eat his slimy cum out of her afterwards.

I wasn't keen on touching Wesley's dick, and I could do without eating another man's sperm, but I loved watching Diane's cunt opening for someone else so close up, and fucking her afterwards was more satisfying than I could ever have imagined.

"Why not bring a woman home next time, Diane?" I asked, as we lay in bed afterwards.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you Jack, two women fucking in front of you? Trouble is, you might want to fuck her more than me, and that would never do. I love you, Jack, but if you want to keep me, then mine is the only cunt you can have, darling."

I said I'd be happy just to watch, but I resigned myself to it never happening. She was right, of course, at least mostly so. I would want to fuck the other woman, but I was sure that if I had a choice, it would always be my wife that I would choose.

So, I'd forgotten all about it when I flew back down for my next stay in LA. Imagine my surprise, then, when I walked in and it wasn't just a naked Diane that greeted me, as I'd expected, but a second woman: Julie. I remembered from our wedding day that Julie said her relationship with Diane had been a bit special, and we'd imagined fucking her that night.

"Oh, hi, Jack. We were just about to start without you, darling, so come in the bedroom and you can watch us, but no playing with yourself, and no touching us unless I say so. OK?"

I agreed, although it was going to be harder than I'd at first thought. Although we'd imagined the scene where I fucked Julie's ass, while my wife ate her pussy, Diane had never described any of the details of her body.

She was shorter than Diane, and even thinner, but I knew this from seeing her when we were testing the app at the very start of things. I'd had my hand up her skirt, briefly, until Diane stopped me, but she had panties on then, and I'd only ever seen her with a bra on. Now I understood why.

Her tits were not just large, but they weren't firm like Diane's, but sagged, and as she moved, they seemed to have a life of their own, jiggling around, just asking to be squeezed and sucked, it seemed. Even more alluring, was the fact that they were capped by enormous pink areolas, which covered the entire end of them, with erect pink nipples at their very peak. When Diane pushed her back on the bed, they fell towards each side, but they were then outgunned by her other attraction.

"Isn't her cunt gorgeous, Jack?"

Julie had her legs wide apart, although I wasn't sure if it was her choice, or because my wife was separating them with her hands.

"Yes," I gulped, words failing me.

She was completely shaved, and she had a perfectly matched set of pink pussy lips, which looked almost as if a large, pink butterfly had landed near the front of her slit, rather than being her own flesh that had erupted out of her. I certainly wanted to fuck her, but I wanted to do something else first, if I ever had the chance.

Diane got there before me, of course, as I stripped my clothes off, then standing by the bed, not daring to touch my cock, no matter how much I wanted to. My wife bent her head down, moving herself as she did so, and she sucked Julie's beautiful labia into her mouth. They moved to the full 69 position, and Diane pushed Julie's legs wide, so I could clearly see Julie's pink asshole, and Diane's mouth, sucking and licking along it.

She looked at me with a twinkle in her eye, and she used her fingers to open Julie's vagina, holding her open so I could get a good look, before she plunged her tongue inside, blocking my view. I really wanted to go over and grab on of Julie's tits, which seemed to be going to waste, pushed as they were against Diane's belly, as Julie ate out my wife's cunt in return.

My cock was aching with lust, wanting to drive inside any one of the four holes on display as I moved around the bed. I started to wonder if it which was more exciting watching my wife with another man's cock in her, or with a woman eating her cunt, and Diane hers, but the answer was both were more decadent, thrilling and arousing than I could ever have dreamed.

It wasn't just the visuals, either, but the sucking and slurping sounds they were making, punctuated by a series of grunts and groans as they sent each other flying towards a climax. When they did come, I feared they would hurt each other, as their hips bucked against each other's mouths, and their legs slapped closed repeatedly against the other's head, the sharp sounds filling the room, and the scent of their cunts pervaded it.

When they pulled apart, Diane got off the bed, walked over to me, and kissed me on the lips, pushing her tongue into my mouth, filling my taste buds with the spicier, less musky taste of Julie's cum.

"Doesn't she taste lovely, Jack? Sad that this is the closest you will get to eating it out of her vagina yourself, isn't it?" the teasing bitch said to me, smiling, as I savoured and swallowed as much of Julie's secretions as I could.

"Don't be mean, Diane," Julie said from her position on the bed, drawing my eyes back to those tits and the butterfly between her legs, now wet with her cum and my wife's saliva, "let him touch me. Just a little bit, eh?"

"Oh, alright. Come on, Jack," she said, leading me by my almost bursting dick to get on the bed between Julie's legs. "But I'll control what happens, and don't you dare come, Jack."

Diane knelt on the bed next to Julie, then let me go while she put a pillow under her ass, raising her up off the bed. Then she caught hold of my cock again. I guess Julie must have understood what she was intending, and I wondered if they'd ever done the same with some other guy, because Julie put one hand down, and separated the butterfly, letting her wonderful pink clit stand proud of her open cunt.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Julie's other hand go up underneath Diane, fixated as I was on Julie's inviting gash, wondering exactly what Diane intended. I guessed Julie had her fingers in or on my wife's cunt, as Diane pulled my cock towards her friend, and started rubbing it on her clit.

Oh God, the feelings that shot through me were indescribable, as my wife used my dick as a dildo on Julie's clit. Even after all of the adventures we'd had since our wedding night, the poor thing had only ever touched the one woman, and to be being used like this sent the pressure in my balls soaring, way out of control.

I didn't think it could get any better, but as Diane saw that Julie was getting closer to coming than she liked, she pushed my cock down, sliding it right along Julie's vulva, just letting the tip slip inside her hole, before she stirred it around in her like a teaspoon in a cup.

"Remember, Jack, don't you dare come," Diane gasped, which told me that Julie's fingers were doing the trick, or maybe the sight of my cock sliding along Julie's cunt was getting her as aroused as it was me.

She dragged my cock back up again, then started working it around Julie's clit again. It was taking every ounce of willpower I had to stop myself coming, but then everything went berserk. I suspect that it was Julie coming against my dick that set it all off, but then two other things seemed to happen at the same time.

I think Diane came, Julie's fingers and what she was doing with me overwhelming her, so she lost concentration on what my cock was doing. Julie's back arched as she came, which had the effect of moving her hole upwards. This was all too much for me, and I lost to battle to stop myself coming as well, and with Julie's hole positioned as it was, I just couldn't resist driving myself into it.

Well, I bet you couldn't have resisted either, could you? The problem was that Diane must have felt my spunk being pumped up my shaft, and she went crazy.

"You fucking bastard, Jack! I told you not to come," she screamed, pulling me out of Julie's vagina just in time for the last ropes of cum to coat her slit, the butterfly looking as if it had been covered in snowfall.

I'm not sure if it was an accident, or just totally deliberate, but her hand thumped back against my balls. Hard. I fell over to one side, trapping one of Julie's legs under me, as I doubled up. The pain was radiating right through me, and my problem now wasn't stopping coming, but stopping myself from throwing up over Julie's pussy, which I knew would be an even more serious sin.

I got no sympathy from my wife, of course, who just pushed me away, pulled Julie's leg out from under me, and got her laid cross-wise on the bed. She moved up, dropping her cunt down on Julie's face, then, just inches away from me, she started eating my spunk for Julie's twat.

"Eating spunk ... that's my job," I managed to gasp out.

"Fuck off, Jack, it's someone else's spunk you're supposed to eat, and I know you'd enjoy this far too much," Diane shouted back, lifting her face, her lips coated with a mix of my cum and Julie's.

That was the end of the evening for me, though I had to watch the two women come twice more, my brain trying to tell my cock to get up and join them, but my balls wanting nothing to do with it. At least when we were in bed later, Diane did apologise. Sort of.

"I'm sorry, Jack, I didn't mean to hurt you that much, but I did tell you not to come, didn't I? And I didn't expect you to disobey me so badly that you tried to do it inside her."

On the flight back to Stanford a few days later, I reflected that Diane seemed to be gradually be becoming more aggressive with me when she fucked someone else, and I wondered why that might be, and where it might end. Even in my wildest imaginings, though, I would never have come up with what actually happened the next time.
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I'd been back with her for two days, when on the Friday, she told me she'd arranged a special surprise to start the weekend. We ate early, and Diane had said we should have a shower. I noticed she'd spent a bit of time in the bathroom on her own, so I guessed that whatever it was would involve some anal action. We were both sat in our bath robes, waiting for whatever it was to happen, when there was a knock at the door.

Diane went to answer it, and the first thing I heard was a man's voice.

"It's brother, isn't it?"

I had no idea what this was about, nor did I hear Diane's reply, but eight guys, five white and three black charged into the room. The first in, who I guessed was the one who had spoken, was wrestling with Diane, trying to get her robe off.

"Fuck off! What are you doing?" she was screaming.

"We were told there was a slut lived here who liked to be raped," was the reply, followed by "strip the guy, then tie him up so he can watch, and she can see how much he likes it."

Two of the men came over to me, ripped my own robe off, forced my arms behind me, then snapped on a pair of handcuffs over my wrists and slapped a strip of wide duct tape over my mouth.

"Chuck him on the bed so he can get a real close look of us banging his wife," the black guy said, who seemed to be the leader.

I hit the bed hard, and when I managed to look back into the bedroom, I saw a leader holding Diane's head, while he was trying to drive his massive black cock down her throat. She was gagging, saliva running out of the side of her mouth. Another guy was naked next to her, kneading her tits, and two more were behind her, and from what I could see, they must have been fingering her cunt and her asshole.

I thought the next thing would be that one of them would fuck her, but I was wrong. The leader pulled out of her mouth, pulled her upright by the throat, and turned her to face me.

"Tell your husband what you want, cunt," he said, his hand so tight around her throat that she was choking, here face darkening red. Then, his other hand went around her, grabbing a nipple and pulling and twisting it so that she screamed.

"Aagghh! Fuck off, leave me alone."

"Oh, but you don't mean it do you, bitch? Tell him how you really want us to beat you and Ra*e you, while he just watches."

As he was speaking, he let go of Diane's nipple, but then slapped his hand hard across her tit. The sound echoed through the room, and immediately a red hand print started to appear on her breast.

"Tell him, whore," he snarled, slapping her other tit even harder.

"I want to be beaten, Jack, raped in every whole, abused by all of them, the way I wanted you to do it before," she said, looking me in the eye, "and I want you to watch everything they do to me, knowing you are powerless to stop it."

Oh God, it was another of those times when my feelings were confused and out of control. The thought of watching my wife get banged by eight different guys was so exciting, which my stiff cock gave away, but at the same time, I was worried that she'd end up hurt or damaged. I just hoped that she'd use the safe word if it got too much for her, though I worried whether the guys would actually be able to stop even if she did.

She'd asked for it, though, and they gave it to her. They surrounded her, pushing her about, all of them slapping her body, most of the slaps aimed at her tits, her cunt and her ass, while she kept crying out as the blows landed, sometimes screaming "No!", but definitely not using the safe word.

At some point, someone must have decided that it was time to move on, and when they parted, I could see her ass, tits and belly were glowing red from the slaps. They forced her down to her knees, and a cock was rammed in her throat, while she reached out to hold two more, one in each hand. Someone must have lifted her off her knees, because I then had a clear view of the leader's massive black cock parting her labia, stretching out her hole, then disappearing inside her.

Shit, I didn't think she could take it all in her, but somehow, she did, and the amount of white cum that was oozing out of her as the guy reamed her out, showed that she must be more aroused than I'd ever seen her.

God, they were professionals, and must have done it before, because they seemed to settle into a rhythm. Once someone came in her mouth, another guy had his cock ready to replace it, and when someone came in her cunt, another cock pushed straight in, spilling spunk out as he entered her.

Then a big white guy laid next to me on the bed, and the others just lifted Diane and lowered her down on his cock, her back against him. I was so close I couldn't help touching the guy's side, and I watched in horror and delight as he guided his dick into her asshole. He held her by the waist, and helped her pump up and down on him, before another guy knelt on the bed, pulled her back, twisting hear around so he could ram his cock in her mouth.

I knew her cunt must be gaping open, spunk running out of it, and I regretted I wasn't able to see it, but it obviously took one of the other guys attention, because her drove his dick hard into her, pistoning in and out of her like crazy, the other guy's cock deep in her ass.

He must have come in her vagina about the same time as one of the others filled her mouth, and when the pulled out, the guy in her ass pushed her forwards, and holding her butt, slammed her up and down on him, as one of the others filled her mouth again.

It seemed to go on for hours. Each time someone came in one of her holes, another usually took his place. Her cunt and asshole were leaking a slimy white mix of her cum and their sperm, which was covering her thighs as well, and she had more sprayed over her face and tits. The guys who had come showed amazing recovery: watching, then as their cocks hardened again, taking their place in the line.

I lost track of the exact sequence. Sometimes they had a bit of a break from fucking her, laying her over the bed and slapping her ass, or pulling her to her feet and slapping her already red tits. They must each have come in or over her at least three, some of them four or five times, and I could see that even they were running out of steam.

The lead guy still had something left, though. He threw Diane, face down, on the bed next to me, parted her ass cheeks, and drove his cock into her spunk-filled anus.

"Tell him how it feels to have me in your ass. Tell him," he said.

I could see from her face that Diane was exhausted, and I suspected that having her ass fucked was now not as enjoyable as it had been earlier. Then I saw a spark in her eye.

"No. You show him yourself. Fuck my geeky husband's ass, so he can enjoy it as well as me. He told me he'd liked to be raped, and he knows the safe word."

FUCK! That wasn't part of the plan at all! I was thinking of being raped by a woman, however unlikely that seemed, not a man. I did know the safe word, but either she'd forgotten, or worse, didn't care that I couldn't speak because of the duct tape. "No! Brother!" I was screaming inside, but only feeble grunts were audible.

The guy pulled out of Diane, his cock drenched with the cum from all the guys who'd come in her ass. Then he pushed me face down on the bed.

"Enjoy it, darling," Diane said, laying her head next to mine.

I felt something touch my asshole, then a pain like I'd never experienced shot up through my bowels, as his dick forced its way into my ass.

"Fuck him," Diane said, no longer facing me, and I guessed watching my violation.

I hated it. I wanted it to stop, but I was helpless, my wife just encouraging him. The only good thing, I guess, was that because my virgin asshole was so much tighter than any of Diane's sloppy holes, it didn't take him as long to come as I'd feared.

I'm not sure if I passed out, briefly, from shock, but the next thing I was aware of was the bedroom empty, except for my wife, who was peeling the duct tape back from my mouth. She looked totally degraded, spunk everywhere, her make up run, her hair a mess and red slap marks all over her body.

"God, Jack, I enjoyed that," she said, bending to kiss me with her spunk-coated lips.

She might have enjoyed it, but I certainly didn't enjoy the last bit, and my anger at what she'd done burst out of me like an exploding balloon. I pulled myself up, and I drove my fist into her stomach as hard as I could. I knew as I did it, I shouldn't have.

Diane fell forward over me, retching, and then she vomited up all the loads of spunk she'd swallowed, all over my chest. God, that was the last straw. I had a guy's sperm in my ass, and now a cocktail from all of them with Diane's saliva and bile all over me. I pushed her back, grabbed a towel from the bathroom to wipe myself off and threw my clothes on.

"I never want to see or speak to you again, Diane," I said, angrily, but determinedly, "I loved you, you stupid bitch, but that was just way too much."

I stormed out of the apartment, and kept walking until I found the first hotel I came across. I checked in, ignoring the odd looks from the woman at reception, and when I got to the room, I showered, cleaning myself up as much as I could.

It wasn't enough, so I ran the tub, and soaked myself until the water became too cold, then I showered again. Only then did I feel anywhere close to clean.

Clean maybe, but I felt absolutely violated, abused, ashamed. I felt as if some part of me had been ripped out, and I'd never be able to get it back. I'd heard women say similar things after being raped, but I'd never really understood them.

After all, they'd all had consensual sex, so how could it be that much worse to have it forced on you? Not that I ever condoned Ra*e, not at all, and Diane and I had just played at it, even at the start of today. But now I understood it all too clearly

Perhaps even worse, I felt guilty. I was the one who'd encouraged Diane, enjoying our fantasies, then watching other people fuck her, and arguably if I hadn't, this would never have happened, and Diane could never have imagined that I'd enjoy it, as she obviously had.

I briefly thought of calling the cops, but the shame of explaining to a roomful of guys how another man had fucked me was just too shameful. And if they believed me, it would destroy Diane's career, everything, and underneath, I still loved her too much to do that. Anyway, that would take me straight back to more guilt and shame, as I'd have to explain how I'd let my wife fuck other men and women while I watched.

No, the only answer was to close the whole marriage episode off. To try to rebuild my life, thankfully having the success of the business to occupy me, to go back to being a totally celibate geek.

And that was what I did when I got back home. I promoted Yolanda to look after the fashion app that Diane's company was using, so I closed off any possible contact with her. Yolanda was herself interested in fashion, and the truth was that she was my equal on the technical side, so it made sense, anyway. I must admit, though, I was surprised not to get any calls, messages or emails from Diane, as I had when I'd walked away from her before. But so the much the better, I thought, putting it out of my mind.
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After a few months, I thought it was all behind me. Both the app and security sides of my business were thriving, I'd read about other men who had been forcibly taken by another man, and it somehow helped that I wasn't alone. Perhaps more surprisingly, I could look back with pleasure on some of the things that Diane and I had done together, and I hoped she'd been able to move on as well as I had.

Until one evening, a knock came on my door, and when I opened it, I found a woman I guessed to be in her forties, dressed well, and with a face that I felt I must have seen before.

"Hi, how can I help you?"

"Well, I'm your mother-in-law, Linda, Diane's mother. She's in a bad way, and I came to beg you to try to help me get her back on track," she said, pushing past me and into my apartment.

"But ... Diane didn't tell me ... else at the wedding ..." I stammered as I followed her inside,

"No, well, we haven't seen each other since she left home just after her eighteenth birthday. I only know because Wesley's mother told me ... I can see you're confused ... Wesley went to school with Diane, and I've kept in touch with his mother ever since.

"I'll explain all that later, though, Jack, Apparently Diane's lost a lot of weight, and has been suspended at work. Wesley is really worried that she might harm herself. He told me that you were married, and he thinks you could be the only person who could help. So, what on earth went wrong between you?"

My mind was in a whirl, as I tried to come to grips with the fact that this was Diane's mother, who she'd never mentioned, that Diane was in a bad way, and more than anything as I tried to work out what part of my story I dared tell her.

"Come on, Jack, Jack-off Jack, I'm told she called you, and I know that sex is involved somewhere along the line. I won't judge you, whatever went on, but I'm just desperate to try to save my daughter," she said, as I saw tears forming in her eyes.

I don't know what it was. Was it the fact that she looked so much like Diane that got to me? Was it that I'd never known a real mother myself, but somehow her concern for Diane made me wish I had had one like her? Or was it just that months of keeping everything locked inside myself just became too much to sustain?

Whatever it was, I found myself opening up, and telling her everything. Absolutely everything. I hadn't got far into the story before I was crying myself, making me more ashamed than the story almost. Linda was in tears as well, and she'd come over to sit next to me on the couch, hugging me against her chest as I sobbed out the rest of the story.

When I finished, I just couldn't stop crying, as all the pain and hurt came out of me.

"You need a stiff drink, Jack. Have you got brandy or whisky or something?"

I didn't actually drink much, but I did like an occasional old whisky, and I managed to wave her over to the cabinet that held the bottle and some glasses. When she came back, I drank the whisky straight down, but even the burn in my throat didn't seem able to stop me shivering, so Linda put her arms around me and hugged me to her again.

"God, Jack, I'm beginning to make a little sense of it, but it's even worse than I feared," she said, as I put my arm around her, and we pulled each other close. "I guess she got her high sex drive from me, but I'd better tell you my side of the story."

Little-by-little, my body seemed to start calming down, as Linda told me her story. She said she had two other children, a girl and a boy, fraternal twins who were just over a year older than Diane, Aaron and Aurora, which came as yet another surprise.

"Diane was always my husband's favourite. You know about father's and their daughters, and the twins always seemed so close that he never quite bonded in the same way with Aurora. Diane idolised him, and she was devasted when he died. She was just hitting puberty, and maybe that had something to do with it, but she transferred her attention to her brother, Aaron.

She explained how that often caused friction between her daughters, especially as the twins seemed to be getting even closer to each other as they went through their teens.

"I knew that something had changed when the twins turned eighteen. I had an idea what it might be, so I snuck back to the house one day, and as I suspected, I found Aaron fucking his sister. Well, I tried to tell them they had to stop, but they didn't. God, Jack, here's my confession, because I got drawn in as well."

"What do you mean, Linda? Surely you didn't ..."

"I'm afraid I did, Jack. I could say that it was their fault rather than mine, but I'd be lying. Yes, I ended up fucking my own son and daughter. Often. I thought we'd got away with it, although I did wonder if Diane knew the twins were at each other, because she started to get more difficult both at home and at school. But we got careless.​