Editor's note: this work contains scenes of fictional incest or incest content.
It was a couple weeks after the Cumpetition and remarkably almost nothing at home had changed for my wife Lisa, my 19 year-old daughter Ellen and I. Remarkable because I'd witnessed Lisa being gangbanged (for the second time now) by dozens of young college guys as part of a months-long texting affair she was having with their big-dicked leader (a guy I knew only as Lefty).
Even more remarkable is that I (also for the second time) had gotten away with having sex with Ellen. The first time it happened I had angrily fucked her asshole, but the most recent occurrence had been her accidentally (but rather skillfully) using her mouth on me.
Despite all this, the only real change is that where I once was able to contain my lust for Ellen, that cap had been blown right off. It was all I could do to keep from grabbing her around the house and having my way with her, if only one last time.
Any reservations I may have had about Lisa's extramarital activities had similarly vanished. On the contrary, a no longer hidden part of me couldn't wait for the next time she hooked up with Lefty and the Grizzlies (his college sports team).
With these changes to my personality in effect, I had spent the past several weeks doing two different kinds of snooping; on Lisa and her phone, hoping to discover what, if anything, she might be planning with Lefty; and even more deplorably I was also spying on Ellen. The latter was achieved through trying to "accidentally" walk in on her changing clothes or in the shower. This was a mixed success in that I'd managed to sneak a few peeks of her tits and ass but was now worried that she was starting to get wise. I wasn't sure how much longer I could keep playing the "clumsy dad" card.
Spying on Lisa, however, was going swimmingly, thanks in large part to the fact that after the Cumpetition I was now in contact with one of the Grizzlies, a nice kid named Charlie. We'd double-teamed my daughter on the airplane and he'd helped me get into the Grizzlie's campus house for the Cumpetition. It hadn't been too hard finding him on Facebook and now I had a man on the inside, as it were.
It was from Charlie that I learned about the next time Lisa would be taking on the Grizzlies. The team had a game, or a meet or whatever (I still didn't know what sport they played and at this point it felt rude to ask) and would be taking a coach bus as it was just over two hours away from campus. That's where my wife would come in.
"We've done this thing a couple times where we get a chick to kind of act like a stewardess for us while we're on the bus," said Chuck over FB messenger, "They wear something sexy and serve us drinks and stuff. Sometimes there's a little side-action on the way to the match but nothing too crazy."
"If we lose, we all just mope on the bus ride back and the girl just keeps doing the stewardess thing," he continued, "But if we win, as a reward the whole team fucks her brains out the whole trip home."
I had a feeling the NCAA wasn't aware this kind of thing was going on.
"To be honest, we're all kind of pissed that the captains picked this match to bring in the milf. We haven't beat this team in three years and we're on a losing streak. The coaches and captains are adamant that if we lose, we're not going to get to fuck her. I don't love our odds but I guess it's good motivation for the team," explained Charlie.
Interesting, I thought, there's a chance Lisa won't even get fucked. I kinda doubted the likelihood of that but Charlie seemed pretty sure. At this point I'd be more disappointed than relieved if she didn't.
I didn't bother to ask about trying to get onto the bus to be part of the action as it was an obvious non-starter. Charlie did offer something almost as good, though.
"I'm going to be streaming the whole thing live this time around," he said, "I'll send you an invite to watch but don't go passing it around, okay? If this gets out the whole team is gonna be in some shit, so I'm trying to keep it to just a couple dozen people I can trust."
So not only would Lisa likely be getting gangbanged by a couple dozen dudes, at least as many would be watching it happen live over the internet. Myself included.
The Saturday of the game arrived and Lisa had, of course, been setting up her alibi all week. As she told it, her sister wanted to go to some outlet malls and get lunch, so she'd be out most of the day and not home until late evening. I played stupid (something I was getting pretty good at) and didn't even try to press her on it. I had no interest in stopping her from doing what she was actually doing.
Luckily, Ellen also had plans with friends that day so she would be out of the house for at least the next several hours. This meant I'd be alone and free to watch Charlie's livestream uninhibited. In other words, jerking off like my life depended on it.
I said goodbye to Lisa, then Ellen an hour later, watching the figures of each salaciously as they strode away.
Lisa would have a bit of a drive to get to the Grizzlies' campus which was a few hours away so I had some time to kill. I tried to stop myself but I was so fucking horny I ended up going into Ellen's room to sift through her underwear. I found a lacy, hot pink thong in her dresser, the kind of thing that a few months ago I'd have preferred to not even know she owned but now was glad she did. I took it and laid it on my bed next to my laptop for later use.
I ignored an hour or so of SportsCenter until finally my phone buzzed with a message from Charlie. It was a link to the livestream. It was time.
I went up to my bedroom where I'd have the most privacy (I wasn't sure when Ellen would be home). I sat on the bed and opened my laptop. I was so excited my hands shook as I typed in the URL. It took a few minutes to load up but I soon found myself looking at Charlie, who was on the bus and talking to those watching the stream. I missed what he said as I was too busy noticing that, rather than the few dozen he had told me would be watching, there were well over a hundred people streaming the video. I felt a nervous pit in my stomach: as much as I wanted this to happen, that was a hell of a lot of people to be seeing my wife fuck a bunch of guys.
Some long, deep breaths later I was finally able to pay attention to Charlie, who was talking about the Grizzlies and how they would be crushing their rivals later that day. He went on like that for a few minutes, sometimes pointing his phone at one of the other boys to let them talk, but all I could think was "Where's Lisa?"
And then there she was. Charlie said something about "having company" and turned the camera to the middle of the bus where my wife was strolling down the aisle wearing a stewardess-like uniform with a very short skirt and a very low top. Seriously, there was no room for error in this thing: I'm surprised she could move her arms and legs without causing her ass or tits to fall out.
The camera stayed on Lisa as she made her way down the center aisle offering bottled water to each guy in turn. I'm not sure any of the guys really wanted the water, but saying yes meant she would bend down to hand it to you, offering an unbelievable view of her abundant cleavage. This was a treat not only for all the guys in front of her but behind her as well since bending at her waist caused her skirt to rise several inches, enough to show the bottom of her ass.
Charlie was toward the back of the bus so he wasn't able to get a very good angle, but it improved with each row Lisa moved toward him. Once she was finally even with Charlie's row he was able to get a great shot of her butt as she served the dudes on the other side. She was wearing a pair of white panties that offered decent coverage but the soft, supple curvature of her big ass was still a hard-on inducing sight.
Now that she was closer and Charlie's camera had a more direct view, I noticed something I hadn't before: a glint of silver and red beneath her panties. It took me a moment to figure it out, but when she bent over even further it became obvious: Lisa had a butt-plug in her asshole. A metallic silver number with a ruby red gem protruding out.
Lisa continued on to the very back of the bus where Lefty and Righty (seemingly always together) sat watching her expectantly. She offered them drinks as she had the other guys, but was clearly more flirty and promiscuous about it, running her hands over her hips and thrusting out her massive chest. They both declined the bottled water but without so much as asking Lefty took her by the hand and pulled her down to sit on his lap.
The two boys chatted and joked with my wife, just as they had done on the airplane what felt like so long ago. She was putty in their hands, quite literally as they idly rubbed her up and down at will. Nearly everyone on the bus was turned and watching the action, no doubt anxious for their own turns.
Lefty grabbed Lisa's tits from underneath and juggled them up and down, causing wobbling mounds of creamy tit-flesh to bounce about her very deep cleavage line.