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.
