WATCHING THE VIDEO FROM LAST FRIDAY MORNING
Em was due to be home in a couple of hours. I kept watching the videos from Friday, early in the morning. My wife and her father fucked every hour or so. No wonder she said that she got such little sleep. She clearly did not.
I finally stopped the videos and went upstairs to take a shower and put on some fresh clothes. I threw my cum stained sweats in the wash. I wasn't really sure what to do about Em when she came home. We had broken off our conversation a little strangely this morning when she left for work. And then our phone call mid-day ended with her being pissed but probably not knowing that I heard her angrily say "Fuck!" before she hung up.
After I was done with my shower, I moved to my office and put the videos up on my HD editing monitors. That way, I would not be surprised by Em when she came home. I took the extra precaution of locking my office door behind me. I started the videos again.
Em and her dad were sitting in the kitchen of the cabin. It was about 9:00 in the morning on Friday.
"Hey, you gonna call Chad this morning?" her dad asked.
"Not right now. He can wait. I'm pretty exhausted from last night." Em laughed.
"Well, you better get some coffee in you because we are going to try that run again."
"Fuck that, dad. How in the hell am I supposed to run after yesterday? And last night? And in the middle of the night?"
"You'll just have to try, Em. You know I raised you to be an athlete. I pretty much made you do the same exercises that I was doing. Weights, cardio, yoga, everything. And look, you turned into a D1 soccer scholarship player. And I'm not saying I trained you for this reason, but by the time you turned 18, your body was made for sex...like a sex machine. And sports. At 5 foot 11 and muscles that look like they are carved in stone, but still very feminine, I bet you have gotten a lot of looks over the years. And you are still in such great shape. So let's keep it up and go on that run after a few more cups of java. What do you say?"
"Alright dad, whatever you want. But try not sprinting this time," Em said.
Then Em laughed.
"What's so funny, Em?"
"Chad and I were talking before I left for the cabin. He called you Thor again."
"You know I hate that, Em. At least I hate it when he calls me that. But you know if you dyed your hair black, you could be the perfect Wonder Woman. You have the body for it."
"Dad, I'm a Black Widow girl, you know that. Remember the time you came up for Halloween for the week and you, Chad and I went to that Halloween party down the street? We had a really great group costume. I still have our first place trophy!"
"That was a lot of fun, Em. Even more fun after Ant Man passed out and went to bed." Em's dad guffawed.
"Yeah, sometimes he can't hold his hard liquor. I think that's why he sticks to beer most of the time. But we sure had fun for the rest of the night, the stuff of fan-fiction or those parody porn movies. Just imagine, Thor and Black Widow getting it on!"
"And right under Ant Man's nose the entire time!" Em's dad was laughing pretty hard now. "And those knockout drops didn't hurt. Glad our friend gave them to us to use. Put old Ant Man out for hours! Works every time!"
What in the actual fuck? They drugged me? Were they fucking in the house while I was passed out upstairs? I remember Em looking pretty ragged the next day, but I had assumed that it was because of the party and late night.
Wait. And who gave them the knockout drops? And what exactly are they?
Em's dad got up from his kitchen chair and put his hands on Em's shoulders, standing behind her. He massaged her shoulders.
"That feels good, dad. Gonna need a massage after this weekend, for sure."
"I"m going to go change into my running clothes. You can drink that cup but then we ought to hit it."
Em's dad then moved his massage to her neck and the back of her head.
"Damn, dad, you've always had great hands!" Em coood.
He started caressing her jaw and the front of her neck with one hand, slowly moving his hand to her open mouth. He traced her lips with the tips of his fingers. Em's long tongue swirled around two of his fingers, leaving them wet with saliva. He then pushed two fingers into her mouth. Em sucked on, and licked, his fingers.
Then she laughed.
"What is it, don't like your dad playing with your mouth?"
"Nah, it's just...just that your two fingers are bigger, way bigger, than Chad's cock. And I couldn't help but laugh thinking about it."
"That's Ant Man for ya!"
Em laughed so hard that she almost fell out of her chair.
Fucking Thor.
Em and her dad went on their run. I think she mentioned on the phone that it was about seven miles. They were back in about 55 minutes. And that had to include some time to stretch outside of the cabin. And then cool down at the end. Impressive.
"That ended up being a lot of fun, dad."
Em was breathing heavily but not really out of breath. Em was covered in sweat. Her dad, on the other hand, was not breathing hard at all. I don't think he was even sweating that much.
"Those girls on the path seemed really nice, and it was cool that they gave you their numbers." Em's dad said, grinning sheepishly.
"Dad, they were soooooooo young. College girls."
"Yeah, but they gave you their numbers for a reason. And they are old enough to drink. Let's see if they want to meet up at that bar down the road Saturday. Text them!"
"Dad, you gotta play it cooler than that. Let's sit on it until later today. I got this, trust me. Besides, I think I'm ready for another round. Let's go to the bedroom."
Em grabbed her dad's wrist and pulled him to the back bedroom. They fucked a couple of times, both of them having what looked and sounded like at least two orgasms.
Then, the part of the video came up where Em called me about noon that day. Again, it is really hard to watch the phone calls, knowing what I know now. What I didn't know was that when I was talking to her last Friday, she was lying in bed naked, sprawled out, with her father, having just had sex with him. During the call, his hands were all over her. His mouth sucked on her dark nipples as his huge hands ran all over her body.
After the phone call with Em, they put some clothes on and ate a little lunch. They made a little effort to clean the cabin. Very little. My dad would say that it was "half-assed." But they spent most of the afternoon cleaning and not fucking.
LAST FRIDAY NIGHT
They ate dinner in the kitchen. They finally had steaks.
"You gonna call Chad, Em, and check in?"
"I don't have the energy for it, dad. I think I'll just text him instead."
"Ouch, Em, no energy for your husband?" her dad scoffed.
"I'm just not in the mood for him right now, dad. How about we head down to the bar?"
"Sounds like a great way to end the day, Em."
"Oh, that is not how the day is ending, dad." Em said with a wicked grin on her face.
Several hours of nothing happened so I fast-forwarded to when they came home. They stumbled in the front door of the cabin. Both of them looked pretty drunk and wobbly.
ALMOST MIDNIGHT, LAST FRIDAY
"Wow, dad, that was a lot of shots!"
"At least my girl can hold her hard liquor! Unlike that small dicked dumbass you married!"
Both of them laughed. At me.
"Dad, be nice. It's not his fault he has a slightly below average cock. All men can't be slinging the monster that you have. Must run in the family!" They both laughed. "Speaking of which, let's go to bed, it's time for your surprise."
They moved to the bedroom, now embracing and sloppily kissing, Em with her long tongue and her dad with his strong arms holding her close. They kissed for a while, seemingly losing track of how long. Em finally broke the kiss.
"Let me get the surprise out of my overnight bag, dad."
Em fished around her bag and pulled out something I had never seen before. It looked like a huge dildo, almost as big as her dad's cock. No wonder she seemed so nervous when she was packing her bag. Em turned and showed it to her dad, holding it up with both hands and showing it off like it was Simba and he was the rest of the pride.
"What in the hell is that, Em?"
It looked like a skin-colored dildo, but also different. I couldn't really make heads or tails out of it. (It turns out that was one hell of a pun).
"It's a double penetration dildo, dad."
"Ummmm, how's that supposed to work, Em? It's just one dildo," her dad looked at her puzzled.
"You strap it on under your cock, dad. One silicone ring goes snugly around your balls, and it will be snug, as big as yours are. Another goes around the base of your cock. Again, that is going to be tight. When you are done putting it on, it looks like you have two cocks, one on top of each other. That way, when you fuck me, you can put your cock in my pussy and fuck my ass with the dildo, or the other way around. You know how much I love being double penetrated, dad. This way we can do it without having to involve anyone else! And they come with a built in vibrator in the dildo and a vibrator which runs along the top of your cock. But I didn't get one of those because I have never had a problem cumming with you, dad."
"Just with Ant Man, huh?"
"Dad, I am not going to think about Chad while we are fucking. Let's forget about him."
"What in the fucking hell? She likes being double penetrated? When in the world has she done that? Certainly not with me. And she must have been dp'd with her dad and someone else. And it sounded like she had done it more than once. I started thinking about times I had passed out when her dad visited. Or when we went to visit him. Was it one of those times? How often did they drug me and then fuck? Who else was in on this?
"I'd like to forget about him permanently, Em!"
The laughs at my expense just keep coming.
"Let me help you put it on, dad. Let's get those clothes off."
Em and her father quickly undressed, although Em was a little wobbly as she tried to take off her jeans.
Em struggled a bit to fit the dildo device on her dad. It was probably a mix of his huge size and the shots. Em looked through her bag again and pulled out what looked like a bottle of lube.
