Consequences Ch 03

Julie rested in the tub of hot water feeling it sooth her sore, aching pussy. Thoughts and emotions ran through her like run-away freight trains on collision courses with one another. As she thought about what the men had done her anger rose up to turn her cheeks red. Then, remembering the hungry desire in Frank's face at seeing the three men have their way with her, she smiled slightly with pleasure even as a small twinge of arousal rippled through her. But then she thought about Cindy, about what the girl had witnessed. This brought her back to Dan, Tom and Sid and she broiled with anger once more. From one thought to the next her mind rolled without rhythm, keeping her emotions in constant flux.

At times she could not help recalling how the men had made her feel, how they had made her body yearn with a hungry sexual need that caused her to cry out for their cocks. How their roughness had fueled her desires, how their hands had fanned the flames which had burned so intensely within her loins. And with these thoughts came a much reduced reawakening of those fires.

Then she would get angry as she thought of her daughter watching her being manhandled, not to mention the her own lustful displays. Julie had to wonder how it all had effected the girl. Her very next thought was to question what the men had been thinking, what had made them decide to disregarded her one requirement; that Cindy not witness anything directly.

Seconds later she began chastising herself for taking up with Dan in the first place. He had just always been such a sweet, attentive man when their jobs had put them together. Then, one night while Frank had been out of town, she had a few extra drinks at a work outing and found herself in his apartment, fucking on his couch, his floor, his bed. The fire of having a new lover after so many years engulfed her. Julie discovered she had more passion, more need than she could remember ever having had.

As the affair continued she found herself thinking more and more about Frank's fantasies. He insisted that he so thoroughly enjoyed her ecstasy-filled expressions that he wanted to watch her having orgasm after orgasm. Secretly she found the idea stimulating. Not so much him watching her, but being with two men at once, their cocks hungry for her body. Soon she was fantasizing about it while masturbating. Of course she denied all of this to Frank. She jokingly accused him of concocting the whole premise as a way of getting permission to be with other women.

But with Dan, it was a different story. With him she opened up and shared her secret desires. This had led to first Sid, then Tom, joining the pair for a few different rendezvous. Then one night the four of them had arranged the encounter for Frank.

After arguing her way through these changing emotions for a while her focus turned to Cindy and Frank. She wondered how well her husband was doing at consoling their daughter. She realized it had been some time since she had heard the sound of Frank following the girl toward her bedroom.

Feeling curious she made herself lay still to keep the water from splashing and listened intently. Somewhere at the house's other end some noises were barely audible and Julie strained to make them out. After a moment she recognized Cindy's voice but in it she heard something odd. Straining harder she gradually managed to discern what she believed were the young girl's muted whimperings. Suddenly her curiosity was washed away by fear. Imagining the only thing she could, that the men had returned and were molesting her daughter, she clamored from the tub.

As she pulled her robe on she made her way toward the center of the house. Cindy's voice grew clearer but it remained muffled by walls and hallway turns. Julie swore she could not be hearing what she thought the girl's words were. But then she was in the living room and she could no longer deny it. She felt her breath catch, felt her heart skip a beat. Filled by apprehension, yet driven forward, Julie shuffled toward her daughter's room.

"Oh yes Daddy, fuck me," she plainly heard Cindy whimper as she neared the bedroom door. "Fuck me Daddy, fuck my pussy. Oh God yes. Fuck my pussy, fuck my pussy. Harder Daddy. Fuck me harder."

Putting her back against the wall Julie slid along it cautiously until she could see inside the room through the open door. Filled by shock she took in the scene before her. On Cindy's bed the pair were lost in their lust as they fucked hungrily, unaware of her or any of their surroundings. Completely naked, Cindy pumped her hips up at her father as Julie's husband pistoned his cock in and out of the girl's pussy, his eyes leering down at the firm, young body beneath him.

"Ohhh God yes Daddy. Fuck my pussy Daddy. Fuck your little girl, Daddy. Fuck your little girl."

Stunned and mesmerized Julie remained frozen as she watched Frank pound his cock into their daughter while Cindy moaned out more explicit phrases. The extent of the young girl's words surprised her but she did not focus on that at the moment, instead she focused on the girl's obviously nearing orgasm. Her eyes were locked on the pair as Frank slammed himself into Cindy's pussy until their daughter's orgasm exploded through her. Then as the girl's body shook against her father, Frank stopped rocking his hips into her.

"Ohhh God yesss," Cindy cried out during those moments. "Ohhh God Daddy. I'm cumming. I'm cumming on her cock Daddy. Your little girl is cumming on your hard cock. Ohhh God yes."

Then she watched the orgasm slowly fade and Frank start to slide his cock in and out of Cindy once more. Julie was surprised by a familiar ache growing inside her loins. Her position allowed her a partial view of the two's faces, especially Frank's, and the roaring desire in his expression caused the ache to pulse harder.

She felt torn. Part of her wanted to storm into the room and demand they stop. She wanted to chastise them for their incestual actions, to scold them for breaking taboo. But the evening's earlier events caused her to feel guilty, killing her self-righteousness. The little inclination to interrupt them that remained was squelched by her growing arousal.

Unaware of her own actions she slid a hand inside her robe and began lightly tickling her breasts. As her fingers slid across one semi-hard nipple she shuddered reflexively. Then her other hand slipped beneath the garment as well and started to caress the flesh of her upper thighs and lower abdomen. Her fingers delicately traced lines past the edges of her mound and she felt her insides quiver slightly. No thoughts about the wrongness of her own actions entered her mind as she leaned back against the wall and continued watching the scene on the bed.

She listened to Cindy ask Frank if she would be a bad girl for asking him to put his cock in her ass. She heard the ecstatic glee in Frank's answer.

"Fuck me in the ass, Daddy," Cindy mewed. "Stick your cock in my horny little ass please."

She watched her husband lift their daughter's legs and aim his cock at her sphincter. As he pressed forward Julie knew that his slow progress meant this was the girl's first time and memories of her own first anal experience flooded through her. Her fingers slid gently across her pussy lips and she felt her own wetness coating them. Higher on her body she twirled a nipple between two fingers, tugging on it softly. Small shivers swished through her body as Frank told their daughter that she was indeed a very bad girl.

"Fuck my ass Daddy. Fuck your bad little girl's ass."

During the following minutes she continued to watch Frank fuck Cindy's ass and listen to the girl cry and moan for him to do it harder. Her own arousal grew. She twirled her nipples. She stroked the edges of her pussy and felt it grow steadily wetter. When she saw Cindy start quivering with another orgasm and knew Frank would soon follow she carefully slipped one finger into her pussy. The earlier soreness was not gone but she managed to find a comfortable way of curling the finger up inside her while rubbing her clit with her thumb.

As she had expected, Cindy's orgasm caused Frank's.

Soon the pair were settling down. The evening's earlier adventures had made her tired and sore so she was nowhere near climaxing and she decided to back away before they caught their breath enough to notice her movement.

Retreating back toward the master bath she thought about what she had witnessed and what it meant. It seemed dirty and wrong. That was society's take on it at least. But she could not deny the sexuality of it, the arousal it had stirred inside her. Plus, after her own betrayal she could not bring herself to reprimand them, even to herself.

The tub water had cooled. She drained part of it while adding more hot then climbed in before Frank could come in and find her dried off. After getting the water to a good temperature she settled back, allowing the hot liquid to caress every inch and crevice of her body. Her hands reached for her tits. They began to knead the fleshy mounds. Her fingers twirled her nipples exactly the way she liked. Between her legs her pussy grew hungrier. Her legs slid back and forth in the water. Waves washed over her, soaking into her sore parts and tickling her swelling clit. She murmured quietly as the sensations relaxed and aroused her.

Her mind drifted back to Cindy and Frank, first remembering how they had looked together, then wondering what they were doing since she had left. A sudden stab of anger surprised her as she realized Frank had not come to check on her. Then she began to wonder if it was because he was fucking their daughter again and she was even more surprised to find herself feeling a little jealous. Soon a couple tears leaked from her eyes as she considered what she had caused and what it might mean. As these things filled her mind her hands slid away from her chest and she simply laid back, her arousal dissipating.

Eventually Frank did arrive. The two of them spent a while wrapped in awkward silence and even more awkward conversation, during which Julie was unable to maintain eye contact with her husband. She assured him that she would be alright while refusing to discuss her "rape." He shared that Cindy was upset but would make it because she was strong like her mother and brushed off any concern for himself, declaring that it was the two females that needed cared for.

That night she was unable to sleep herself. Instead she lay there watching the clock slowly tick away the minutes and listening to Frank lightly snoring beside her. The rising sun found her quietly slipping from the room, leaving Frank to sleep until a later hour while she paced around the house sipping coffee and peeking in on their daughter who also slept late.

Shortly before noon Cindy walked into the kitchen, freshly showered.

"Are you okay today, Mom?" She asked, giving her mother a loving hug.

"Yes, Baby. I'm fine. How are you?" Julie brushed the question, and the underlying concern, aside.

"I'm okay," Cindy shrugged.

They made small talk for a few minutes while Cindy got some breakfast and waited for one of her friends to show up and give her a ride to the mall. When a car horn beeped out front the girl gave her mother another hug then trotted toward the door.

Soon after Julie heard Frank making his way to the kitchen. She held her breath apprehensively. She felt fear grip her as she thought about trying to get through the day with the tumultuous emotions boiling inside of her. She did not make it.

After enduring more than five long hours of jangling nerves, forced conversation and sporadic, broken eye contact she could stand it no longer. While sitting in the living room, completely unaware of what she was supposed to be watching on the TV, she was overcome by a moment of overpowering weakness and grief. In a rush of garbled words and streaming tears she blurted out her confession. She told Frank about the affair with Dan and their being joined by the other men. She confessed how she had hidden from Frank her growing interest in a gangbang while secretly fantasizing about it as she masturbated. And then how she had shared her fantasy with her lover. Then she told about helping the men plan the pretend rape and how she had insisted that Cindy not be made to witness anything. She explained how the men had agreed but then broken their word. And she swore that it was over with Dan.

With her first words Frank switched off the TV. While she blubbered out her tearful confession he sat expressionless in the easy chair with the remote hanging loosely from his hand.

When she finished she looked up at him from downcast eyes behind loose hairs. She tried reading his face, tried deciphering the mix of emotions that were slowly etching themselves into his expression.

"I ... a... I'm... I'm going for a walk," he muttered while setting down the remote.

A new wave of sobs ripped from Julie as the front door swung shut behind him. Although she was filled with concern over everything she spent the next hours killing a few drinks and getting a grip on herself. Part of the process was her arguing with herself about just how bad things were. She knew Frank had to be upset with her, mad even, and she could understand that. The fact that she had betrayed him was wrong and it must be hurting him. But he was not above reproach. He should be experiencing some remorse as well, twinges of guilt and shame. Yes, she may have had an affair with another man. She may have had sex with other men. But he had fucked their daughter.

Sitting on the couch she heard the front door swing open. Walking across the living room to the bar Frank gave her a quick glance. He poured himself a drink, threw it back, then poured himself another which he carried with him to the easy chair. Sitting down he sighed heavily.

In the next moment's thick silence Julie felt her nerves grow edgy. She fought the urge to speak just to fill that silence.

"Ok, so..." Frank started then paused for a long moment. "Ok, so... you lied to me. You lied to me by denying your interest in my fantasies. You betrayed me by sharing your interest in my fantasies with another man... excuse me, other men... and by having an affair. Then you endangered me and our daughter... our 18 year old daughter... by having these men jump us, tie us up, and pretend to rape you in front of us."

"They said they'd take Cindy back--." Julie tried to clarify.

"Quiet," Frank interrupted her, setting his drink down and standing up. It took him a handful of small, deliberate steps to reach the couch where he then stood directly in front of her. "I know... I know... She wasn't supposed to see anything. She was supposed to be stashed away somewhere... or not even here to begin with. Those guys... your lovers... just decided to ignore your instructions and do as they damn well pleased. So now you're going to end the affair. And you're going to tell this guy... and his buddies... to fuck-off."

Again he paused. From behind her shield of loose hairs Julie looked up at him. He towered above her, his eyes locked onto hers.

"Ye- Yes," she whispered, wanting the thick silence to be broken.

"And now you say you want to fix things. You want to make it all up to me and save our marriage."

Looking up she saw his eyes travel away from hers to scroll down to the cleavage of her blouse. For a brief second she thought she saw something glint in his orbs, but she could not be sure.

"Yes," she whispered in answer.

Suddenly Frank's hand shot forward. In an instant it filled itself with her hair. Twisting and yanking, it made her head tilt to one side. Tears of pain welled up in her eyes.

"You want to be raped? You want to be fucked like a dirty little slut?" He growled as he pulled her to her feet by her hair. "That's just what's going to happen."

His features became distorted slightly as more tears blurred her vision. Her mind raced, curious to know what he planned and if she could handle it. Not whether it was right or wrong. As far as she was concerned those two concepts had nothing to do with the moment. Not now. Maybe later, but not now. Right now all that mattered was that he had not declared the marriage over and seemed to be working out his issues with what she had done. She would worry about the moral aspects of it later. For now all she wanted to do was please Frank.

Through her tear-filled eyes she watched his eyes travel from her face down to her chest. Beneath her blouse her breasts heaved with her nervous breathing. He did not release the handful of hair that he held, but lifted his free hand to brush a few wild strands away from her cheek. Then the hand moved down to where her blouse hung open, the top few buttons having been left undone. She felt him grip the edge, felt his fingers dip inside and touch the tops of her breasts. His nails dug into the flesh slightly.

"Yes, you enjoyed last night," he hissed. "I saw it. I saw the way your body responded... how your nipples got all hard... and your pussy got wet. You liked how they treated you. Yes, you did. You liked it a lot."

Suddenly his fingers tightened on the blouse edge and jerked down. Buttons were sent flying, leaving her tits, clad in a lacey red bra, fully exposed by the ruined garment. His hand converged on one of the fleshy mounds and squeezed.

"Ughhh," she groaned, half out of pleasure.

Frank's touch was more powerful than ever before as he mauled her tit. The sensation of it caused her to feel a familiar warming in her loins. Then she saw the building desire in his face as his squeezing, kneading hand grew even heavier and she felt her pussy quiver with anticipation.

Like so much else, she did not understand these things and suddenly experienced some small twinges of fear.

"Fr- Frank," her pleading voice shook. "Pl-Please, Frank."

His hand froze as his eyes snapped up to lock with hers.

"What's the matter, Whore? Not the same when it's your actual husband?" He growled. "You liked it plenty when it was those other men playing with your tits. You really got into it then, you little slut."

His words reminded her of her quilt, bringing fresh tears to her eyes.

Then his hand grabbed the top edge of a bra cup. Yanking hard he pulled the material down. Her tit popped out to hang there, suspended. Cool air swarmed across the mound of flesh, tickling her delicately.

"Well look there," he chuckled. "Maybe you are liking this after all."

His words made her follow his gaze downward. Sitting atop her breast she saw the swollen and hard nipple announcing her arousal.Then she watched Frank's hand cover her tit. The palm flattened her nipple, rubbing it as he squeezed her flesh. A blast of warm air fanned across the smoldering embers within her loins, igniting them into flickering flames. Reflexively she pushed her chest forward, shoving it into his grasp.

"Oh yea, the little whore is liking it," he grinned at her reaction.

For several minutes he continued mauling her tit while watching her flesh contour under his manipulations. Occasionally he slid his hand away from covering her nipple and twirled it between his fingers, tugging on it slightly. The aching nub grew harder, more swollen with the desire of her heated blood.

Under his control, his hand still filled by her hair and keeping her from moving much, Julie was unable to do anything more than stand there and feel the effects he was having on her body. She was surprised by the speed that she felt her pussy's wetness growing.

"Ughhh," she moaned quietly as his fingers closed on her nipple once more.

"Oh yea, you sure are liking this," he chuckled.

His fingers rolled her nipple as he pulled her head toward him and he leaned forward. "You're a dirty little slut," he whispered into her ear.