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."
