I did say there would be no part 2 to Payback, but I had some more thoughts. This story stands alone but you may want to read Payback first.
If you want 10" cocks, women who orgasm in 10 seconds flat, simultaneous orgasms or gallons of cum then I'm sorry, but this is not the right story for you. I like to write about ordinary people with ordinary sexual appetites in slightly out of the ordinary situations. I try to keep the plot lines as near to reality as I can.
This story has a fair amount of reluctance. I guess it is rape this time. If this offends you (and as a woman I can totally understand that), please do not read it. I am not sure why I wanted to explore this theme as I abhor force. I don't find rape sexy in any way, but this is a fantasy and meant to stay that way. In real life the use of any force of any kind by either gender is unacceptable.
Constructive feedback welcome. I am from UK, so UK spelling applies. Thank you for reading my story.
Act 1 -- Aftermath
I never saw my husband again. To be fair he kept his side of the bargain; the divorce was quick and fair. I got the house and enough money to 'keep me in the style to which I had become accustomed".
My relationship with my dad was obviously never the same. We never spoke about what happened. We are a close family and so I was often at my parents' house. I always hugged both parents as a greeting, so to avoid any type of suspicion I hugged my dad, as usual, every time I visited home. It was not the same, however, both our bodies were hesitant and stiff. We were both embarrassed.
Having said that, every time we hugged, my sense of smell tingled. Not a smell that had ever registered in my mind before that day. Now, having been soaked with his sweat as he strained to get his cock and cum deep into me; it was smell I recognised only too well. Only a hint but it filled my head and gave me a vision every time we hugged. I could almost feel his cock straining in me and the trickle of his cum sliding out of me.
Our eye contact was fleeting but occasionally I would catch him looking at me. I know that look, it was lust. He wanted me. I'm ashamed to say I would not have refused him, but he never made a move.
We should have cleared the air, but we never did. It would have been dangerous as I wanted to tell him that whilst I wish we hadn't had sex, looking back it was not unpleasant. If I were 100% honest, I would have told him that the feeling of him inseminating me still turned me on; still made me wet. I'm not sure we could have resisted the temptation of more sex so dirty, so taboo. I know this to be true given his lustful looks and the fact that (for me) he was often my masturbatory fantasy; orgasming in me, maybe even kissing me.
Nothing happened and for my mum's sake I'm glad it didn't.
So that was my life really. I got a part time job. I took more of an interest in my children; Harry who was 20 and Emma 18. Harry was in close contact with his dad, which I never objected to in any way. Recently, I was puzzled that his dad would not invest in Harry's new business. Apparently, his dad thought it was a good deal but wanted Harry to 'stand on his own feet'. His dad suggested he speak to me, which surprised me as he would have known I just didn't have that sort of money, nearly £1m.
I had one or two partners in the year after my husband left, but I always found sex unfulfilling. Not the fault of my lovers, they were attentive, loving and reasonably well endowed. The problem was that not much can match the dirtiness of being tied up and then being videoed as you own father fucks your brains out. Nothing is as sexually exciting as your own dad's cum sliding out of you and over your sphincter.
I was happy with my life but not my sex life. So, I was intrigued when my old friend Amiee and her husband, David, invited me to a special dinner. Apparently, they were part of a larger group of about 10 couples who have occasional dinners (usually 4 couples at a time) at one of their homes. They wanted to invite me when I was married but didn't think my husband was open minded enough. If only they knew he watched me fuck my dad and videoed it!!
Amiee described the dinners. Polite respectful couples enjoying nice food and wine, descending into an orgy after dinner. I was so nervous the first time, but all of the people were completely normal and very friendly.
Amiee said that there were a number of single men who wanted to attend a dinner, but the existing participants agreed it was for couples only. My attendance meant they could invite a single man. It wasn't a swingers club as such, just a loose group of likeminded people. Willing to try most things sexual, providing no one got hurt. Everyone had to email STD certificates before a dinner and be responsible for their own contraception as condoms were not allowed.
I didn't attend all of the meals but when I did Amiee would invite an eligible man for me. Amiee and I would have many a laugh when I repeatedly told her that sitting next to a man I have never met before with both of us knowing full well we would probably be having sex together with and, in front of, others was not a good starting point for a long-term relationship.
Initially I wondered how an orgy starts but it's actually quite natural. The dinners were surreally exciting as everyone tried to make small talk on any subject except sex, although innuendo was rife. All of us looking around, 'sizing up' who we fancied that night. Nervous glances and sexual tension in the air, you could cut with a knife. The tension was built up at every course. The hosts arranged everyone 'boy-girl-boy-girl'. At the beginning you introduced yourself to the person sitting to left and then your right. Not so much swapping names as swapping saliva. At each course the men had to stand up and move 3 chairs to the left, so you had two new men to kiss. Kissing every man in the room is surprising erotic. With so much tension the orgies were completely spontaneous, erupting as soon as dinner finished. By then we were all so horny nobody could wait any longer.
The orgies were great, and I really loved the freedom. After having sex with my father 'ordinary' sex didn't cut it so they helped satiate my sexual desire, but I was always concerned that this was a slippery slope. If I was always looking for new challenges, where would it end? My concerns were not helped by David, who always wanted to push the boundaries. Some things I enjoyed. At my first orgy he wanted me to kiss Amiee, which was absolutely no problem. I always wanted to kiss her. At later events he pushed me to eat her pussy. I was hesitant at first, but I have to say I am now 'bi'. I love the touch of a woman, I love the softness of the skin, the gentleness of the kiss and the musk of a pussy.
I didn't like being slapped but I enjoyed sex with David, so I put up with it. He didn't hit me hard as I think he knew I didn't really like it. He did slap Amiee hard enough to leave hand marks on her bum. I didn't like anal. I licked Amiee's star once but didn't like it. I quite liked my star being licked and my bum stroked. David tried to penetrate me once, but he had already ejaculated so couldn't get his cock hard enough, thank God. He usually pushed fingers up my bun when he fucked me. I don't object as it wasn't painful, and he seemed to like it. Orgies are all about trying to give as much pleasure as possible within your boundaries. The more pleasure you give, providing you are having sex with the right people, the more they will try give you what you need.
But as I say I was always concerned as to where all this would end.
Act 2 -- The dinner
I was looking forward to seeing who Amiee had invited, the couples as well as the single man. When we sat down for dinner the seat to my right was empty.
Amy announced, "our 10th guest was running a bit late. He's just arrived but let's start."
David was sitting to my left. "Hello, my name is Maddy." I leaned into him for a kiss.
"Hello, Maddy, my name is David." We smiled at the silliness of the introductions but I was excited at renewing our intimacy. He moved closer to me and slipped his hand behind my neck. He pushed me back into my seat and tilted my head back, so it was looking over his shoulder away from the empty seat. "You are going to enjoy our new guest."
"Am I?" I smiled coquettishly.
"Oh yes, he is 20, handsome and very virile." He kissed me. I accepted his tongue, and we swapped saliva. His hand grazed my cleavage (ladies nearly always wore low cut dresses) and slightly pushed into my bra bringing my nipple to attention. My hand dropped to his lap, and I reacquainted myself with his hardon through his trousers. We continued kissing longer than normal. I heard other couples introducing themselves to their other dinner guest. I was comfortable continuing to kiss, David is a good kisser and as I have said, despite his desire to push fingers into my bum, he always turned me on.
I sensed the last guest had sat down next to me. David was moving away from me, although he kept his hand on the back of my neck. I tried to look towards the new guest but David stiffened his grip on my neck so I couldn't move. David had now moved away, and I could see movement out of the corner of my eye as the guest moved in for a kiss. "Hi I'm Maddy." I whispered. He didn't answer. David held me tight.
The man's face appeared and before I could react, he planted his lips on mine. I struggled but David held me tight, and the stranger moved his hand to my chin so I couldn't move my face. He tried to force his tongue into my mouth, but I wasn't having it. My hands moved to try and dislodge his hand on my chin, but he was too strong. David whispered to me, "relax Maddy, it's only a kiss, all will be revealed."
I obeyed and stopped struggling. The situation was so surreal, it was like I was in a hypnotic trance obeying a master. The man continued to kiss me. I didn't let him piece my mouth with his tongue, but I stopped fighting and relaxed somewhat. His hand strayed to my breasts, and I completely froze.
So, if you hadn't guessed already the man was my son, Harry. Eventually having had his fill of my lips his hand dropped from my chin, and he sat down in his chair. David continued to hold my neck; I felt my body was being controlled while my head was screaming indignation. I glanced across the table to see Amiee smiling at me. A mixture of (do it again) reassurance and eroticism (I know her look when she is turned on). My friend was no help, and her husband had me in his grip. I felt powerless.
I was conscious that most people were looking at me. Stange things often happened in this group mostly, it must be said, because David was always pushing boundaries. I didn't want to ruin anyone's evening, so I smiled weakly. David let go of me and, surreally, we resumed small talk. I have no idea what was said because my mind was numb. During all the time I sat next to him I never turned or spoke to Harry. I couldn't bring myself to speak to him and didn't trust myself as to what I might say.
I was relieved when the men moved around, and Harry moved away. I greeted the two new men on either side. I didn't know either, but they seemed pleasant enough. I kissed both but it was a bit lifeless as my mind was somewhere else. The men did their best to rev me up, stroking my thigh and brushing my cleavage. I did at least use my tongue, albeit a bit sparingly. I felt guilty as we resumed small talk, and I did my best to be a bit flirty. I didn't want to spoil the party.
The men had one more move left, which brought David back to my side, but thank fully not Harry. As I leant into David to kiss him, I scowled and kept my mouth firmly shut to his tongue. He laughed and whispered, "lighten up, life is for living, experience everything," as he stared into my eyes. I felt like I was succumbing to his control again and smiled weakly. We resumed small talk, and I was really quite flirty with the man to my right, touching his arm several times. I glanced up and caught Harry's eyes. He smiled but all I could feel was a growing dark cloud; how would I handle the orgy? My discomfort grew as I imagined him watching me having sex with other people.
Act 3 -- The orgy
At the end of dinner David stood up and made an announcement. "Amiee will take you all down to the basement playroom. I need to talk to Harry and Maddy. I think there may have been a bit of a misunderstanding which I need to iron out. Nothing serious and I'm sure we will join you in a few moments." His announcement that there had been a misunderstanding gave me some grounds for relief.
Everyone got up and left; cheerfully looking forward to some good old-fashioned debauchery, uncomplicated by the cloud of potential incest hanging over me. No one had mentioned incest, but I feared the clear implication was there. How I wish I was going with them. How I wish I shared their feelings, looking forward to a lot of kissing, touching, laughing, swapping and sex.
Once the other guests were out of earshot, I turned on David. "What the fuck do you think you are doing?" I turned to Harry, "... and you what the fuck do you think you are playing at, kissing your own mother like that...... AND you groped me. What were you thinking?"
