While They Sleep Ch 02

So this is the follow-up to my first story. Some of those kind enough to comment naturally assumed it was the first chapter of a larger work, when in reality it was a kind of nightmare (for Anna at least)with no ending. Obviously, I failed to communicate that, and need to work on my wrap-ups.

But then it got me thinking, and story possibilities started flowering in my brain. It's a fun challenge to try to turn a nightmare-like tale into a semi-realistic story.

Thanks to everyone who read the now-first-chapter, and extra thanks to those who favourited and/or commented.

DISCLAIMER (which I guess I should have put on my first chapter): This is a dark story about betrayal and adultery. If neither of these subjects appeals to you, you might want to steer clear. This one just gets darker.

*****

SLAP... SLAP... SLAP

"Uggh... ooh... ugghh"

"Oh god..."

THUD.

"Oh fuck..."

*****

JACK

A noise woke me with a start. I sat bolt upright in bed, and looked to my left. My wife was nowhere to be found. What the hell was that noise?? I shook my head to clear the cobwebs after the beers I'd downed earlier in the evening.

I slipped my feet to the floor and walked hesitantly to the bedroom door.

"Hello?" I called out into the darkness, trying to adjust my eyes.

I could hear a flurry of movement coming from downstairs.

"Uh, hi, honey," I heard my wife mumble. She sounded out-of-breath, "We're downstairs."

We? I wondered to myself. I hit the top stair and descended. "What's wrong?" Alight downstairs flicked on, and revealed the scene.

I could see my daughter Anna lying on the bottom few steps. She had a dazed, far-away look in her eyes. My son-in-law James was standing over her, wearing only his boxers. My wife, Lauren, just in her nightshirt stood beside him, arms crossed over her breasts.

"God, Anna, what happened?" I asked, crouching next to her on the stairs. Anna didn't move her eyes in my direction, or give the faintest hint she had heard me at all. I cradled her face in her hands and tried to get her to look at me.

"She... uh...fell," James fumbled out awkwardly, "Walking down the stairs. I think she hit her head."

My wife stared at the floor and wrapped her arms more tightly around her chest.

I scrutinized Anna's head, feeling for lumps and more importantly, looking for blood.

Jack looked up at James and Lauren confused, "I don't understand, why was everyone downstairs?"

"I was sleeping," James hurriedly said, "Lauren came down for a glass of water." James paused and looked at Lauren, "Right?"

"Right," Lauren said blankly, not looking up from her feet.

I looked back at Anna. She seemed physically fine. Her lips were moving slightly, as if she was talking to herself.

"Maybe she was sleepwalking...," I said uncertainly, "Regardless, I have to get her to emergency and get her checked out."

"Oh, of course," Lauren said, uncrossing her arms and smoothing her shirt, "I'll come with you."

I waved my hand dismissively, "No, you're hosting your granddaughter. If she wakes up, Jimmy here is gonna need all the help he can get when she realizes mommy isn't here." I clapped James on the shoulder, and he smiled weakly.

*****

JAMES

What the fuck was the matter with me? I watched as my father-in-law helped my near-catatonic wife to her feet and shamble awkwardly to the door, and all I could think about was my mother-in-law's exposed cunt a few feet away.

"That's it, Anna," Jack said soothingly, "We're just going to take a ride to the hospital and get you checked out."

Anna slurred something unintelligible.

"Go with your dad, hon. Everything will be ok." I patted her awkwardly on the back.

Jack draped a coat over Anna's shoulders, opened the door and gingerly guided her outside. He turned around to me and Lauren.

"I'll call you with an update when I'm there." He paused, and scrunched his eyebrows, "Honey, are you not wearing underwear?"

Lauren looked down and pulled her shirt down even further, "Yeah, I got rid of them in bed. Sweaty, you know."

Jack chuckled slightly, "Yeah, it's a nasty night. Don't blame you at all." He turned and guided poor Anna down the steps to their car.

Lauren slowly pushed the door closed. As it clicked shut, she thudded her head against it. After several seconds she turned around, leaning her back against the door, and stared at her feet.

"Oh God, James. What we did, where did that come from??"

"We fucked," I said stupidly, words utterly failing me.

"Anna. Oh Anna, she's going to tell her father what we did," Lauren covered her face with her hands, "Jesus, James, we are so screwed."

"Maybe," I said. I leaned my back against the door next to her, our shoulders touching, "Maybe we're fucked."

"Oh, fuck fuck fuck," Lauren muttered, "Fuckity fuck fuck fuck."

I smiled slightly listening to my normally polite MIL curse like a sailor.

She dropped her arms to her sides, buckled her knees and slid to the floor, again hitting her head against the door with a loud THUD.

"Shit, James. I can't get a divorce. I'm too fucking old. I can't do that."

THUD

She hit the door again for emphasis.

"I can't"

THUD

"Fucking"

THUD

"Do"

THUD

"That."

"You keep that up and you'll be next in emergency," I slid down to the floor sympathetically. We sat quietly, leaning against the door, my left arm pressed against her right. I put my hand on her knee, turning my head towards her. She covered her face with her hands again.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?"She moaned from behind her hands.

"You keep talking about wishing you weren't getting caught."

A hint of irritation crept into her voice, "That's not a question."

"All right, here's my question: do you feel guilty? You obviously don't want to get caught, I mean neither do I. But you haven't voiced a single regret about the act itself."

Lauren dropped her hands from her face and gave me a sidelong glance.

"Do you?"

"No."

"You don't," she repeated, disbelieving.

"It's strange, but I don't. I mean, logically, I know I should. When I looked over at Anna when we were, ya know, against the wall, I felt...nothing. Like I knew what I was supposed to be feeling in that moment, but couldn't. I thought when we stopped that the guilt would come rushing forth."

Lauren nodded slightly.

"Why don't I feel guilty?" I wondered aloud. Am I a sociopath? Or is this psychopathic? In the moment I struggled to remember the definition of either. "Because all I can think of right now is doing the same thing to you again."

Lauren laughed ruefully, "Right! With your wife in the hospital and your daughter sleeping upstairs."

"We did it before," I said, eyebrows raised.

"Yes, we did," said Lauren softly.

"Dawn isn't for, what, six hours?"

Lauren nodded, "At least."

"No chance of either of us calming down enough to sleep..."

Lauren snorted and shook her head, "Zero chance of that."

"And they're at the emergency room, likely for hours."

"Yes," whispered Lauren. Her eyes met mine.

My hand on her knee crept up her thigh a few inches, "Sooo..."

Lauren stared at my mouth, leaning slightly in, "You're rotten."

I leaned in too, "So are you."

Lauren breathed outheavily, "Yes, I am."

*****

JACK

As I drove down the expressway towards the hospital, I was getting increasingly worried about Anna and her lack of responsiveness. I struggled not to speed.

"Keep it close to the limit," I reminded myself. Anna stared blankly out the window.

*****

JAMES

I leaned against the door as Lauren straddled me, reaching down and guiding my cock to her entrance.

"God, I need this so badly," Lauren whimpered as she slowly sank down onto me, "God, I'm going to hell, aren't I?" Lauren wiggled her hips as she lowered, taking in more and more of my cock.

I moaned as her ass nestled down onto my lap, squishing my balls uncomfortably, "Don't worry, I'll be there too to keep you company."

*****

JACK

The hospital did nothing to relieve my anxiety, as it was a horrendously long wait in the emergency room. Sitting holding Anna's hand, watching the waiting room TV show me a Cheers rerun with the sound off and woefully inaccurate closed captioning. We were in the hospital almost three hours by the time the doctor was able to see us. We'd left the house about midnight, and it was three damned thirty in the morning already.

The doctor was kind and patient, and also a little baffled. As I surmised, there was no visible head injury, no signs of concussion.

While the doctor conducted more tests, I stepped into the hall and called my wife.

*****

LAUREN

I wondered what it feels like to be overwhelmed with guilt, when all I felt was pleasure.

In the last three hours, I betrayed my husband and daughter all over the house, innumerous positions. Another man, my daughter's husband no less, made me cum twice, and I had made him cum three times. The last time he came I stroked him with my hand, but it was like the end of a toothpaste tube, and I had been lucky to get a drop the size of a pea.

It is a curious thing to realize that you lack a certain level of morality just naturally found in other people. I laughed to myself quietly as James vented his lust between my thighs.

I lay on my back on the couch, one leg up over the backrest, the other resting with my foot on the floor.

"Wow.... we...ugh... fit together... ugh....so good," I breathed.

James was staring at my crotch as he fucked me. He didn't even look up.

"Uh huh," he grunted.

I put my arms around him and tried to pull him into an embrace. He resisted.

"No," he groaned. "Just want... to fuck... right now."

I was plenty satisfied with everything he'd done for me so far so I let him have his pure fuck moment.

My mind wandered as he satiated his urges using my cunt. I thought about the things I was supposed to care about right now. The huge consequences to our actions that we were ignoring.

"Do you think...she might forget, James? I mean, about... ughh... what she saw? Perhaps the shock will... oh fuuuuuck... cause her to blank."

James looked up and fixed me with a dead-eyed stare. "Do you think I care?"

I laughed and grabbed his hair, pulling it roughly. "Not at all. Not at all. Now will you please kiss me?"

James leaned forward as if he was about to kiss me, and then lunged for my neck, biting me.

"Ow!" I shrieked, "you brat." I grabbed his face and forced my tongue into his mouth. He did not resist.

On the coffee table behind my head, the phone vibrated.

James, without stopping his thrusting, reached out and grabbed it, glancing at the screen.

"It's Jack," he said and tossed the phone onto my breast. He picked up the pace.

"Don't you dare stop," I said, and answered the call.

*****

JACK

The phone rang four times before I got an answer.

"Hi sweetie" Lauren said, sounding slightly out-of-breath.

"Are you ok?" I was concerned. One health crisis in a day was enough.

"Oooh, yes...fine. Just... sweeping. Couldn't sleep... after what's happened."

"Ok, you don't sound great. I think you should lie down."

"I will... try. It's so hard... to stay still. With my... oh baby... uh, baby in the hospital."

"I understand," I said sympathetically.

"So how... is she doing?"

I sighed, "the doctor doesn't know what's wrong. He says it's shock, like from some sort of trauma, but there's nothing that would have shocked her, right?"

*****

LAUREN

"Nothing I can...ugh... think of honey," I lied, savouring my son-in-law's member gliding in and out of me. I ran my fingers through his hair and kissed his cheek.

Jack persisted, "But what happened?"

"She came...downstairs. Slipped and fell. That was it." I put the phone on speaker and set it aside. "You're on speaker, dear. You can ask James if you like." I clenched him with my thighs and grabbed his ass cheeks, deliberately digging my nails in to try to get a reaction.

"Hi Jack," James said, glaring at me. "What she said is accurate. That's what happened." James clamped his mouth on my nipple.

"Hi Jimmy, you taking care of things there? Lauren will need your support, her baby is in the hospital."

James pulled his mouth off my nipple and smiled at me. "Don't worry, Jack. I'll take care of her." He reached down and playful pinched my breast.

"Yeow!" I yelped, and punched James in the shoulder.

"Hon, you ok?" Jack asked.

"Fine babe, I just stepped on a toy." I pushed James off of me. He gave me a mock-hurt expression. I slapped his dick and he mouthed "ow!" I grabbed his face and started making out with him.

"Well, I'm going to talk to the doctor again and get an update. I will let you know if anything changes." James and I had forgotten he existed for a moment, lost in each other's mouths. "Hello? Is anyone there?"

I broke off the kiss long enough to get my husband off the fucking phone, "Uh huh, honey, let us know what's happening. Ok bye." I hung up the phone and straddled my son-in-law on the couch.

James looked at me with a smirk, "Are you feeling any guilt yet?"

"Not yet," I smiled, "Ok, let's see if we can get any cum out of your fourth orgasm."

*****

JACK

I hung up the phone with a strange, uneasy, nagging feeling. The conversation hung over me, plying at my brain, telling me that something was wrong. I tried to dismiss it, they're tired, they're scared about Anna. But I wasn't convinced.

I wasn't convinced when I went back into the room and spoke to the doctor. It gnawed at my brain while the doctor told me he thought it best they keep Anna overnight for observation, just for safety. It was this weird uncertainty that made me leave the hospital without calling them to give an update or let them know I was coming home.

As I drove in the dark, I kept asking myself, "What the hell is bothering me??"Maybe while I was asleep, one of them had had a fight with Anna? Maybe it had gotten physical and Anna had fallen by accident. Maybe they are frightened because they blame themselves for the fall. I convinced myself that was it.

I pulled into the driveway, thankful that the angle of the headlights didn't flood the house windows with light. I got out and closed the door. I could see there was light on the living room, and I was thankful I would have the opportunity to talk to SOMEBODY about what went on tonight. I would get answers before I got a wink of sleep.

As I mounted the front steps, I could hear voices from inside. Sounded like both Lauren and James were still up, so much the better.

I opened the front door and stepped through.

There, on the living room couch, was James. He was naked, and he was thrusting his hips. The back of the couch blocked his partner from view, except for her ass thrust lewdly up at James's pelvis. I took another step towards them, my breath caught in my throat, and my heart sinking fast.

No no no no no. NO. Don't let it be her. Please GOD don't let it be her.

James's hands gripped her hips tightly as he plowed into her. He glistened with the sweat of exertion, and the smile on his face was euphoric.

PLEASE let this be someone else. Not her. Anyone but her.

Then she spoke.

My wife's voice wailed from behind the couch, "Fuuuuuck James. Fuck me. Fuck me."

My eyes closed as I felt tears welling up. My breathing felt tight and uncomfortable. The pieces started to fall into place in my mind.

James grunted and playfully slapped her ass.

"I will kick your fucking ass if you dare slap my ass again," Lauren warned.

James grinned and slapped it again.

I watched in horror as my wife of 29 years flipped over and sat up on the couch. She looked up at her new lover with a smile and ran her tongue across her lips. "You're in trouble now," Lauren said wickedly and grabbed his hair, pulling him down into missionary and out of my view.

"Oh fuck yeah, it slides in so perfectly," James said.

They resumed their passionate fucking, and this time the only thing I could see was their ankles.

*****

THE FLY ON THE WALL

Jack was in shock, just like his daughter had been, and he wheezed slightly, but it was easily drowned out by the grunting, moaning and giggling of his wife and son-in-law as they shamelessly broke every rule of the social contract with their mating.

James was breathless as he worked her insides as fast as he could. When it came to Lauren, James seemed to have an endless reserve of stamina, as if he had found his soul mate and was making up for lost time, which in a sense he was.

"I'm almost ready to pop," James groaned as he slammed into her hips. "Turn over," he flipped her over again. "I want to cum in you like a fucking animal."

"Fill me up!" came her muffled cry as she buried her face in a cushion, "With whatever you've got left!"

James laughed, "Not much after the first four times!" He grabbed her hair and lifted her face from the cushion it was buried in, turned her head and kissed her. "Now be quiet, you magnificent woman, or you will wake your granddaughter." She propped her torso on the back of the couch, and then suddenly gasped at the sight of her husband.

"Jack," she breathed. James's head snapped left, finally noticing the witness to their terrible deeds.

Her husband stood in the doorway, his face wearing an expression all-too-familiar to the copulating couple. He was staring wide-eyed, hand on his chest, breathing heavily.

Lauren looked over her shoulder at her son-in-law, her daughter's husband, her new lover and partner-in-crime. She nodded slightly.

James began to piston his dick in and out of Lauren's slippery cunt.

"I'm... ugh...sorry, honey," she gasped as James pushed himself further and further towards his impending orgasm. Her cunt made slurping noises as he picked up the pace.

"I'm sorry...ugh... you had to witness... ugh... this." Lauren pulled James's hand from her hair and put it on her tit. "Kiss my neck." James obliged and she returned her attention to her husband.

"I didn't intend... uhhhh... to fuck James. Fuck... It just happened. Ugh...but I can't... ohhh... go back now. Ugh... I've started to learn...ugh... more about what... ugh... makes me tick. Ugh... I'm not a...ugh... good person, Jack. Ugggh... I'm not the... ugh... woman you thought... ugh... you married. Oooh..."

Lauren gasped as James's mouth found a nerve and she grabbed his head and pulled it tighter to her neck.

"FUCK, RIGHT THERE." She looked back at her husband and she ran her fingers through James's hair as he devoured her neck.

"And James, ugh...he's not the good... ugggghh... man we thought... ugh... married our daughter."

She slipped off the dick and James whimpered slightly. She locked eyes with her husband, "I understand this is a shock, and I recognize this probably destroys any potential for happiness between you and I. But if you want to talk about it, James is going to come in me one last time and then we can all sit down together."

She turned to face James and lay on her back. "All right, James, come inside of me, then come inside of me," she smiled at him, "We are in this for better or worse now." She lifted her head slightly so she could see over the back of the couch. "One minute, hon."

James dropped onto her, his dick finding that natural path inside that comes from a long fuck session where everything is open wide. Their mouths found each other and his hips started pumping franticly, with Lauren's hips bucking up to meet them. Their arms scrambled and clawed at each other as they lost any remaining control they had.

"God, I'm ready to cum," James gasped.

"Me too, James. Go faster."

"Yes ma'am," James smiled and picked up the pace. The sweat was dripping from his nose as he put everything he had left into this fuck. "We are the worst," he panted.