Author's explanation: This is my first attempt at a Celebrity/Fan Fiction story, and although I did think at one point of including it in the Fetish category, I opted for the Celeb./Fan category in the end. Apart from myself, my cuckold husband and an actress of stage and screen, all characters who appear in this totally fictional story are figments of my rather dirty mind. I do not have a daughter, but in order to drive my tale on, I have given myself one. I have also invested the as yet unnamed actress with needs and desires that compliment my own interest in domination and humiliation. Having said all that, to conform with Literotica rules, I need to put in writing that all characters are above the age of eighteen, and all sexual acts described are entered into willingly and consensually. I hope you enjoy my fantasy. Please consider leaving a comment when you've read it.
Part One: (The Backstory) - narrated by Olwen.
When my twenty three year old daughter returned home after four years of university and a year practicing law, she really fucked up my domestic arrangements. How? Let me explain.
My husband of over thirty years and I own and run a family hotel in the seaside village of Dymchurch in Kent. With a population of less than five thousand, many of our young people cannot wait to leave the place, to live and work in a bigger, more lively place. I'm told that amongst the younger element, it is referred to as Dim Church, because nothing ever happens here.
If only they knew! In the village there is a small but thriving alternative community. Richard and I have been enthusiastic members since before we were married. I am a Hot Wife, Richard is my cuckold, and at the time that my daughter returned home I had been with the same lover for nearly twenty five years. Richard is very supportive of our chosen lifestyle, and he and Gerald, my long-term boyfriend are great friends. We are all business partners too. Although she didn't know it at the time, Gerald, not Richard, was the father of my daughter. Naturally, we named her Geraldine, and Richard was happy to bring her up as his daughter. We all vowed to tell her when she came of age, but when she turned eighteen, the time didn't seem right. Little were we all to know the circumstances in which our lifestyle, and hers, were eventually revealed.
Six weeks after her return, I felt that my world was imploding. Normally, I saw Gerald at least five times a week, and we'd fuck like demented bunny rabbits, sometimes in front of Richard, sometimes in our private love nest, a self-contained chalet which we had built in the hotel's spacious grounds.
In the time since 'The Return' as we three were now calling it, Gerald had only fucked me about eight times. Both Gerald and I were really frustrated, and Richard was suffering from cream pie depravation. I resolved to do something about the situation.
It was a Saturday afternoon. Most of our guests were out, enjoying the sunshine, either on the beach or wandering around the village. I had planned my strategy beforehand, and went into the residents' lounge where I knew Geraldine was tidying up after the lunch time service. I was going to tell her all about my chosen lifestyle, how it had suffered since her return, and that like it, or lump it, she was going to have to accept how Richard, Gerald and I chose to live our lives.
As prepared as I thought I was, she took the wind right out of my sails.
"Hi, mum," she announced brightly as I entered the residents' lounge. "I'm glad you're here. Look, whilst it's quiet, do you think you and I could have a chat? There's something I need to tell you and dad, and I'd rather do it sooner than later. Can we go into the office, do you think? It's a lot more private there, and if anyone comes into reception, I can just pop out to attend to them."
"Um... ok," I replied. My thoughts were all to hell. I knew Richard was waiting for Gerald in our two-bedroom chalet in the hotel grounds. I had arranged to meet my cuckold and my lover there after having had my heart-to-heart chat with my daughter.
"Oh, to hell with it " I told myself. "She can let me know what she wants to tell me, then I'll give her my prepared speech, and we'll take it from there."
We walked to the hotel office together. When we got there, I sat down and lit a cigar. Both Gerald and Richard share a huge smoking fetish, and I love to smoke to turn one on and tease the other. I expected the usual huff of disgust when I lit up, but to my surprise, Geraldine said nothing.
"Where's dad?" she asked, looking round the office.
"Um... Richard and Gerald are in the chalet," I replied evasively. "Do you really need your father here?"
"Yes, mother, I do," she snapped. I should have realised there was trouble on the horizon. I'm Mum most of the time, Mummy when she wants something, and Mother when she's pissed off with me.
I sighed. If I was going to tell her, it was probably better that her father was present, and that the man she considered to be her father was there to reassure her that our chosen lifestyle was totally consensual as far as all three of us was concerned.
I picked up the telephone and dialled the extension of the chalet. Richard answered straight away.
"Hello, Richard, darling," I said brightly, hoping against hope that he'd suss out that things were not going to plan.
"Geraldine is here with me in the office. Can you pop round here for a minute? She says she has something important to tell her mother and father."
Geraldine looked at me strangely.
"What an odd way to put it," she said with a frown.
Richard was speaking at the same time.
"Do you want me to bring Gerald?" he asked. "I was just fluffing him for you. He's lovely and hard."
"Yes please, do that," I answered, feeling that lovely about-to-be-fucked tingle in my clit. "And then we can get on with that meeting you, Gerald and I were going to have when we've finished here."
I put the phone down, and smiled at Geraldine.
"Your father will be here soon," I told her truthfully. "Can you give me an idea of what it is you want to tell us?"
"I'd rather wait for Dad, actually " Geraldine replied, getting to her feet. "Whilst we're waiting for him to arrive, there's something I've forgotten. I'll just go up to my room and get it before he arrives."
Geraldine hurried out and I smoked nervously. Both Gerald and Richard got to the office before she returned. Richard's face lit up when he saw me smoking. He rubbed his cock, which would have done him no good at all. I make Richard wear a very small cock lock when he is allowed to watch Gerald fucking me.
Gerald spotted my cigar and groaned.
"Oh, fucking hell," he grizzled, "the cuckold's been fluffing me and I'm as hard as an iron bar. Seeing you smoke might just cause an eruption in my trousers. What a waste of cum that would be!"
"Don't you fucking dare!" I grinned at him. "I'm nice and wet already. I've been thinking about your lovely cock all morning. I want a cuntful of cum, and then I'm going to feed my cuckold whilst you recover. Then maybe you can fuck me up the arse whilst I'm pegging Richard!"
"What a delightful thought!" Gerald replied with a grin. He rubbed a very obvious bulge in his trousers, and I blew a mouthful of cigar smoke at him, shaking my head and smiling indulgently as I did so.
