The I-can't-believe-this-is-necessary Disclaimer: The following story is porn. Sex has been prioritized above realism, character development, even plot when convenient. Also (shocking as it may seem) it could easily fit into any of several different categories. I chose this one. Enjoy, or don't.
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About two weeks had passed since my wife, daughter and I had returned home from our nightmare of a vacation. There was surprisingly little complaining out of any of us about how rough the trip had been. Only I knew that the real reason for our contentment was the events that had taken place on the flight home.
Each of us had played a part in an orgy that consumed most of the five hour flight, but I was the only one that knew that. My wife Lisa (who is quite the whore, I now realize) thought she was alone in getting gang-fucked by a gaggle of college-aged guys (The Grizzlies was the name of the sports team they were all on, what sport they played I still didn't know). What she didn't realize is that our 19 year-old daughter, Ellen, was matching her dick for dick only a few feet away and also oblivious. What they both DEFINITELY didn't realize is that in a moment of anger, passion and pure sexual frenzy, I had fucked Ellen right along with the Grizzlies. In her ass.
Obviously none of us was in a rush to share with the others what had happened on the flight that had improved all our moods. I had thought for some time about the best way to handle everything that had happened. Before that flight, I'd never considered that my wife would cheat on me, and certainly not in the grandiose way she had. The logical option seemed to be to call her out, divorce her and move on. But there was something so dreamlike, so fantastical about the whole ordeal that it almost felt like it wasn't real. So outrageous was that moment it was almost as though we had all been created purely to live it out, to experience it and take that ride, just to see where it would go. When I thought about it like that, divorce seemed like a stupid, stupid way to end things.
Then of course there was the matter of Ellen, the aforementioned ass-fucked daughter of mine. That had been a moment of lust-filled weakness that I had to truly hope nobody would ever find out about. Considering how hot she'd seemed while watching her take on the Grizzlies, it was surprisingly easy to revert to thinking of her only as my daughter (an incredibly slutty one). Still, her wardrobe seemed to get much more risqué than it had been before the trip, and more than once I had to turn myself away as her perky tits bounced under her pajamas, or her ass swayed seductively when she walked down the hall.
But I dealt with it, and for awhile everything felt like business as usual: work for myself and Lisa, school for Ellen. Quiet dinners at home with the TV on and phones out. Even sex with Lisa was the same, almost dull practice it had been for some time. Part of me had hoped I'd see more of the wild-side from the flight in our bedroom, but no. We were in the same routine we'd always had, and our lives were back to normal. Or so I thought.
I first noticed something was strange when Lisa became glued to her iPhone. Usually the one to tell Ellen to put her phone down at dinner or during family time, my wife was now buried in her own constantly, never letting it out of her reach. Had I actually slept through the events of our plane ride (like Lisa and Ellen both thought) I might not have noticed her sudden increase in phone-time. I hadn't been asleep, however, and had watched my wife grow rather attached (often literally) to the two Grizzlies whom she'd shared a row with. I never learned their names so I could only ever refer to them by the positions they'd had sitting next to my wife: Righty and Lefty.
The pair had been the ones to initiate the sexual encounter with my Lisa, and had been the ones to fuck her the longest and most often during the orgy. By the end of the flight my wife was clearly giving them preferential treatment, especially Lefty whose dick was easily the biggest she'd ever taken.
Departing the plane I had seen Lisa chatting with the duo and clearly saw her type something into Lefty's phone. At the time I guess I assumed she had given them her number, but I hadn't thought much of it. I felt pretty stupid when it finally clicked those two weeks later that she'd been texting them the whole time.
When it did finally occur to me, it became my mission to get my hands on that phone and see what she'd been up to. Easier said than done. She watched it like a hawk when it wasn't in her hands, grabbing it the instant a new message appeared. She even took it with her into the bathroom, and when she showered and got dressed. At night, it was usually on the bed next to her pillow. And even if she somehow lost track of it, she'd started using a security passcode to keep anyone else out.
I was lucky that my wife was still falling for the same old tricks. One night in bed, I pretended to nod off to sleep, and through the same barely opened eyes that had once witnessed her jacking off two college kids, I saw her enter the password. 5859. 5859. I repeated the numbers over and over, lest I actually doze off and forget them, but I needn't have worried. The excitement of my breakthrough kept me up well past the time Lisa had set her phone down and fallen asleep beside me. I waited as long as I could, but when she began to gently snore I knew it was time to act. Ever so slowly, I reached across her body and snatched her phone.
I didn't dare even get out of bed, lest I wake Lisa up. So to hide the light of the phone, I ducked under the covers like a kid up after his bedtime. 5859. I was in.
For a moment I was almost surprised that whatever incriminating info I was looking for wasn't readily available on her homescreen. I hadn't thought things through past this point. I checked her contacts to see if any stood out. My wife stores a ton of work contacts in her phone, and seeing as "Righty" and "Lefty" weren't among them, that was pretty much a dead end. I checked her recent calls. Mom, Sister, Ellen. Nothing of interest. I scrolled through her open text conversations, but every one was a friend or family member whose name I recognized. What the hell.
Frantic, I opened her email inbox. Then her outbox. Then her spam folder. What. The. Hell.
I was scrolling through a long list of Groupon spam messages when the phone buzzed lightly in my hand. Lisa had just received a new email.
I clicked back to her inbox. One New Message from GrzPryde. Trembling with anticipation, I opened the email.
A thick, veiny erection slowly downloaded onto the screen. I was taken aback. It was big. As big as I've ever seen in person. Exactly as big...
