(This multi-chapter story could be listed in several different groups. It contains group sex, bisexual and gay contact, incest, BDSM and other fetishes. If this offends you, please stop now. If it doesn't, I hope you enjoy. And a special thanks to Julie, my kinky muse, for her wonderful inspiration and support.)
In my mind, it was better than winning the Lottery. Sure, all that cash would be nice, but we really liked what we did for a living. And sometimes, recognition for a job well-done is even better than the money.
It seemed that the forces of the universe were solidly on our side. Within the last few months, both Laurie, my wife of thirty-five years, and I were offered our dream jobs. I would be the new chair of the Philosophy Department at Stone College and she was picked as the newest Superintendant of the public school system in the beautiful, upstate New York community of Eagle Rock – coincidentally, the home of Stone College.
What made this especially nice was that Lisa, our twenty-six year-old daughter, was employed at a private "think tank" only two towns away. She was two months away from signing a new apartment lease when we got our news and flew out there to start house-hunting. Thankfully, the college staff had done an excellent job of screening the available homes in the range we wanted and we were able to start the purchase of a large, modern house in what seemed to be a quiet and well-maintained suburban neighborhood where most of the homes backed on to a country club golf course.
The house was large enough that having Lisa back home (if she wanted) and Matt living there between semesters at graduate school was a welcome thought. There were plenty of rooms for all our different activities and the communal rooms were large and comfortable as well. There was a semi-enclosed pool/Jacuzzi combo off the side of the back patio that was mostly hidden behind thick, tall shrubs from our neighbors on that side.
We started the paperwork and flew back home to get our old house ready to be sold and all our belongings packed up and shipped. Several weeks seemed to fly by and we were lucky enough to get an offer for the old place. So with nothing left to do, Laurie and I drove our cars across the Midwest and after a few days of leisurely driving, stopping several times to play golf, we finally arrived in New York. The first night there we stayed at a local motel, planning on meeting the movers at our new home first thing in the morning.
Laurie was looking every bit the MILF as she dressed to work in short camp-shorts and a plain white T-shirt that was just a little too small to tuck into her shorts. A year-round schedule of tennis and swimming along with twice-a-week visits to the gym has kept my fifty-something wife trim, fit and looking and feeling like a girl in her late thirties. And while not quite as active as she is, I have also maintained a level of fitness that wouldn't embarrass either of us. We also like to think that the nature of our sex lives also contributes to our well-being.
It was a gorgeous, sunny late summer day, already over 80 degrees by the time the truck pulled up at 9:00am. Just unloading our stuff from the cars after we had arrived had both of us sweating, and in Laurie's case, that meant her damp cotton cover was sticking to her braless breasts and showcasing them whenever she moved. It was something the young men from the moving company noticed immediately.
The two twenty-something boys were from our old town. In fact, they had both gone to high school with our kids, graduating in the same class as Lisa. We had known them forever, it seemed, and they had always been more than polite whenever we'd run into them. After checking their business out and getting nothing but good comments, hiring them seemed to be a no-brainer. Now, miles from anyone we knew, they seemed to be the ones checking us out!
Both boys were big and muscular, at least six or seven inches taller than me. Jeff, Lisa's closer friend of the two, was a rugged looking man with sandy colored hair and an interesting face. Paul, a very good-looking Hispanic man was as dark as Jeff was light. They shook hands with me but then, one at a time, both guys embraced Laurie and gave her quick kisses on the cheek.
"Jeez, Mrs. ¬¬¬___," Jeff said as he took Laurie by the arm, "I haven't seen boobs that nice since...well, Lisa, I guess." Laurie smiled and moved closer to the young man. "Are you guys," his eyes swung towards me, "still playing? I mean, Lisa told me a while ago. I got her on Facebook after we talked about your move and she assumed, I guess, that I had already been with you."
Laurie's smile told me all I needed to know. She moved even closer to him, rose up on her toes and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Jeff, first of all, please call me Laurie, ok? Are you saying you young men are attracted to an old married lady like me?" Her eyes dropped to her T-shirt where her nipples threatened to rip the material apart. "And anyway, how can you say something like that..." her eyes rolled over my way but her smile just got wider "in front of my husband?"
Paul laughed and gestured towards Jeff. "He told me Lisa said her daddy likes it when you play...likes to be a bitch for you and your playmates." He looked over at me, appraising me. My heart rate increased and my cock started filling with blood. But luckily, I felt, I regained a little control – hey, we had work to do!
As calmly as I could, I looked away from Paul and back to Jeff. "Listen," my voice was surprisingly normal, "I understand what you guys want. We," I looked towards Laurie for a second, "probably do, too. Maybe even more than you." I smiled. "But, we have stuff that can't wait – that stuff can." I looked pointedly at Jeff's hand, now cupping my wife's braless breast from underneath. "I really didn't plan on paying you guys thousands of dollars to fondle my wife's tits."
Jeff removed his hand as we all laughed. "I propose that if we get a majority of the stuff unloaded and set up...including the extra-large king size bed in the master bedroom...by late afternoon, we can knock off and play. You guys can spend the night here, and we'll finish in the morning. But no playing before this afternoon – if then."
Three big grins met my eyes. And then Paul cleared his throat. "Uhm...what I said, Mr. ___, I didn't mean any disrespect, you know?" He blushed – it was kinda cute.
I looked him straight in the eye, my face as neutral as I could make it. "Please, call me Steve. Later, you can call me
bitch
or whatever you want. If you guys get a move on, right?"
Paul tilted his head and then grinned again. Then in a bold move, he palmed Laurie's other breast over her top and pinched her swollen nipple until she moaned. "C'mon, partner," he said to Jeff, "we got stuff to do."
We all worked hard for the next few hours. Of course, there were several times that I walked into a room and found either one of the movers in a clinch with my wife – nice, romantic kisses as they got to know each other. But the work was getting done so no one was complaining. I stopped to watch one time as Paul's mouth covered Laurie's and his big, dark hands covered the cheeks of her adorable ass. His fingertips found their way under the hem of her rather short shorts and within seconds she was whimpering in his arms. Paul looked at me and smirked. "I can see you like me playing with your wife." His eyes dropped to the tent in the front of my shorts. "Maybe I want to play with you, too." I couldn't help the jump my cock made and he saw it and laughed. "Both of you want to be my bitches...nice." He kissed Laurie and quickly got back to work.
Laurie fell into my arms and we shared a long, loving kiss. Then smiling as she leaned back, she looked into my eyes. "We really know how to motivate, honey," she giggled. "But later, Steven...I don't know what our darling daughter actually told them, but it's been a while since we really played, you know?" She kept her smiling eyes on mine as she palmed my hard-on through my shorts. "You seem pretty excited, baby. How far do you think you want to go with these boys?" I know she felt me shudder as her words went through me.
"If I think about it, darling," I tried to match her smile but my voice was a little shaky, "I would say that Jeff wants to fuck you to fulfill a mother/daughter fantasy – very rare to find a mom and her little girl both so hot." We shared a knowing smile. "I think his interest is mostly with you. Paul, on the other hand..."
"Steven," Laurie interrupted with a real sense of urgency, "can you still take it? Everything?" I looked at her, not sure I understood. "I think I know what you were going to say," she continued with a new sense of passion. "He's different, baby. He makes me feel strange...have strange thoughts." Her lust-filled eyes started to glow as her fingers gripped my steel-hard shaft. "Listen to me, Steven."
Her voice changed while she spoke. Suddenly I remember when I'd heard it before and I lost the ability to breathe, my guts were tied in knots. Many years earlier, Laurie became involved with a young, handsome Mexican man and one night, after being with him, he'd had to drop her off at a small bar his friends inhabited where I was to pick her up. He had an appointment and his friends were supposed to watch out for her. I was a little late and by the time I got there, the boys had introduced my wife to tequila shooters and Mexican
machismo
. And she fell instantly in love with both.
I walked into a dark, almost empty saloon – one man behind the bar and four men sitting with Laurie in a booth towards the back. As I got closer, I saw hands all over her chest and one guy nuzzling her neck. No one looked like the man Laurie had described to me several times and I guess I got a little over-anxious. I rushed towards the table and the next thing I was aware of was jerking awake while one of the guys from the booth was slapping my face and holding me down on a chair. I tried to get up, but that only resulted in a short, quick punch to my groin. As I groaned from the pain, I heard my tequila-soaked wife laughing as one of the men brought her over to the chair. "Really?" I heard her ask the man holding me down. "Just like that?" It was her small fist that delivered the next strike. Coached by the man holding me down, she delivered a perfect right cross to my sore, swollen genitals – laughing the entire time. Through the ringing in my ears I heard her say "Fuck, Julio! I swear I just came from doing it!"
"If you don't tell me 'no' right now, I will hurt you later, my love, physically and mentally." Her dark pink fingernails seemed to ignore the material of my clothes and pressed into my cock. I moaned as she took complete control – it had been so long. Her eyes became slits and her voice almost breathless. "So will he, Steven...I will tell him to hurt you, too." Her other hand slid up the leg of my shorts and found my shaved scrotum. She grabbed my balls and started to tug them down almost violently. "Don't you dare cum now. You know the rules, cuckyboy. And I notice you're not saying 'no'." She smirked as she gave my sac one more squeeze. "I think you knew something like this might happen, Steven, as soon as you hired this big, dark, beautiful Mexican man to move us." I felt the blood rush across my face and I knew she would take that as an admission. I was still looking down as she left the room and got back to work.
