Consequences Ch. 05

When Julie awoke she could tell it was late by the lack of light coming in the windows. She laid there under the covers for a few minutes, thinking about Frank and his actions as her body throbbed to life with its little aches and pains. Her scalp hurt from her head being yanked and tugged every which way while he had crammed his cock down her throat, shoving her face into his crotch. Her rectum ached after being invaded by the large dildo, the monster having been used to fuck her so roughly there. And her pussy smarted from the way he had forcefully pounded himself into her. These things occupied her body while her mind was filled by the memory of his voice, his words. The way he had growled out the nasty names such as slut, bitch, and whore which he had conferred upon her.

Then her thoughts turned to her own actions, her body's response to the things he had said and done. She thought about how she had so hungrily devoured his cock. How she had pumped her ass at the assaulting dildo. She recalled how she had been thrilled by the sensations raging within her. And how her orgasms had obviously washed through her, making her moan out her pleasure, telling him her dirty secret.

Then she thought about what he had said as he was heading for the shower; how he had insinuated that more such events were in their future. With a mixture of concern and excitement she wondered exactly what he had meant?

This all made her start wondering where Frank was at that moment. She figured he was in the living room watching TV, but she could not help remembering the previous night and wondering if he was in Cindy's room again. The thought confused her. She found herself at a loss over the whole situation. She did not know how to handle it. For several long minutes she laid there thinking, trying to formulate some kind of plan. The best she could manage was a decision to just move on and see where it, and they, all ended up.

Eventually she crawled from the bed and staggered her way to under a hot shower. Feeling refreshed, she pulled on a robe and headed for the main part of the house. As she moved down the hall she could hear the TV, but there was no sign of either Frank or Cindy in the living room. For a second her nerves jangled apprehensively and her eyes darted down the hall toward her daughter's room. But then she heard a laugh coming from the kitchen. When she walked through the door both her husband and daughter looked up from bowls of ice cream with warm smiles.

"Hey, Mom. You feeling okay?"

Julie silently nodded in response.

As usual Frank was in a pair of baggy lounge pants. In contrast to her father's loose and concealing attire, Cindy wore only a pair of panties and a tight, little t-shirt. The thought struck Julie that the girl had been wearing these revealing outfits around the house a lot during the last few months and suddenly she started wondering about something completely new.

She tried acting nonchalant as she got a glass of juice and sipped it, all the while watching the pair. She was looking for a sign that maybe the previous night had not been their first time together, that they had been intimate before, maybe several times. But she did not see any. They seemed to be nothing more than a father and daughter enjoying some ice cream.

She decided to go into the living room, sit on the couch, and watch some TV. She forced herself to fall into the world on the screen before her, suppressing her curiosity, and forgetting all the thoughts bothering her. Shortly Cindy walked through on her way to bed, giving her mother a kiss good-night along the way. Moments later Frank came in and sat in a chair a few feet from her. In nervous silence she stared at the TV, but she could no longer get lost in its irrelevance. Her eyes furtively glanced at her husband again and again as she anxiously waited for him to say something that he never said. Soon her nerves could no longer stand it.

"What's going on, Frank?" She whispered in a single, rushed breath.

"The way I see it, you messed up," he answered her with a casual tone. "You lied to me. You lied about your interest in my . . . ideas. And you lied by having an affair. And now you want me to forgive you, and you want to save our marriage."

"Frank--," she started.

"Just wait a minute," he held up a hand, cutting her off but still talking with that same conversational tone that held none of the anger she expected. "It's not that I'm not open to the possibility. It's just that . . . Well, I feel I'm entitled to certain concessions along the way."

Julie absently fidgeted with the belt to her robe, wanting to lift her eyes and meet his, but unable to. For a brief moment his statement about the possibility of them fixing their marriage made her forget her other concerns. She had been so afraid that she had completely ruined their relationship that this one fact seemed enormous. But then his remark about being entitled sunk in. In her confused state she could not even begin to guess what he had in mind.

"Wh-What do you me-mean?" She stammered. "Wh-What kind of concessions?"

Looking at him through the tops of her eyes she saw his smile broaden and his eyes sparkle. With a sense of shame she realized that she had already given in to him, even without knowing the specifics, and he knew it.

"Well, the first thing is of course that you tell Dick or Dan or whatever that the affair is done," he started. "You tell him and those other guys it's over and you swear that you'll never do anything like that behind my back again . . . with anyone."

"Of course. Of course," she blurted out, a couple tears slipping down her cheeks. Her bottom lip quivered as she quietly cried with her growing happiness, her mind racing back to the fact that he was open to saving their marriage. "I already said I'd end it."

"Yea, yea," he nodded, oblivious to her tears. "I know you did, I just want to make sure you understand that it absolutely must happen if you want any chance at us staying together."

"Yes. Of course, Frank. Of course," she rushed to agree.

"Additionally, I have some. . ." He paused for a second, clearing his throat then continuing with a hard, firm tone. "I have some fantasies that we are going to fulfill. Sexual fantasies. Earlier was just one."

Julie felt her stomach flutter as she tried to imagine what kind of fantasies might be involved. How dirty or depraved they might be. Of course she already knew some, one was actually to blame for her present predicament. Yet, she had to wonder if there were any that would be too much for her.

"A part of fulfilling these fantasies will be that when I tell you to do something, you do it . . . no questions asked. In effect you'll be a sex slave. My sex slave. If I tell you to suck my cock, you wrap that hungry little mouth of yours around me, no matter where we are."

"Bu-But," she started to protest.

"Hey, like I said, it's up to you. You want to save our marriage or not?" He stopped her.

His tone now was rough, driving home his point and how she had messed up. Julie thought about the life they had shared, how Frank had always been a good husband, and how it was her that had betrayed their union. Then she thought about what she might have to do to save it, about him telling her to suck his cock and her having to obey like earlier. She was surprised to feel a twinge of arousal over the idea.

"How many--," she stumbled over the question. "How many fantasies?"

"I'm not sure," he shrugged. "I haven't really sat down and counted them. Besides, I might think of something new after we get going and I'm not starting to limit myself now . . . Not after what you did."

His accusatory tone stung her. She blanched as if she had been slapped. In that moment she knew it would be a long road to the salvation of their marriage. For a second she considered backing out, telling Frank to forget it and just let it all fall apart. But then her stubborn streak made her angry at the thought of giving up.

"Remember, I said anything," Frank pressed before standing up to wait for her to agree. His stoic attitude showed that he knew the last of her defenses had faded.

"O-Okay," she nodded weakly.

"Good," he grinned. "Now, I'm going to bed. You make sure you take care of things and be ready when I call on you to perform."

He left her in the living room where she stared absently at the TV for awhile. She could not understand how she had failed to ask him about Cindy and what she had seen. She had wanted to. She had wanted to use it as leverage, to get her out of some of the trouble. But she had been unable to. She wondered what was happening to her. She had always been a strong woman, confident and self-assured. But now she had given in to his demands without a fight. Demands that could pose some very real consequences for her.

This idea brought her back to wondering about the things Frank had in mind. She knew he wanted to see her with other, multiple men, but she had done that, hadn't she? What if he wanted that again? What if he wanted to orchestrate it this time, like he had talked about?

Fondly she remembered the feel of having a cock in her mouth and pussy simultaneously. She thought about herself kneeling between the two men, alternating her mouth between their cocks. Then she thought about how the three men had taken turns fucking her. Sighing, she stared at the TV.

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At the end of the house Frank crawled into bed with a big grin on his face. He had spent the morning going over the previous night in his mind, trying to figure out where the men had come from, and why they had not assaulted Cindy as well as Julie. Not that this upset him, it just did not make sense. Then came his wife's confession, and with it so many answers. At that moment he had nearly shouted her right out of the house and his life, his anger was so intense. But something had stopped him, and made him go for a walk. He spent the walk thinking over the possible ways of dealing with Julie's betrayal. Of course divorce was at the forefront, he knew he could take away a lot that she cared about considering the situation. Yet, this was not what he wanted in his heart. Especially when his mind kept returning to the memory of Julie being used by those men. Even with his anger he felt his cock twitch when he recalled the way she had looked and responded to their touches, to their cocks. It had been a fantasy of his, one of many, one he had shared with her. And it had been so good to watch, even with the parts that had not been good, like the part about him being tied up. That was when it struck him just how large of a jackpot had fallen into his lap.

Most men have fantasies about different women in different scenarios. Fantasies as simple as their wife dressing sexy and flaunting their bodies during a special night out. Or getting their cock sucked in a dark theater while actors fill the big screen in front of them. Or more complicated fantasies like watching their wife with another woman, or other men. And Frank was no exception. But most men cannot live out their fantasies because either their insecurities keep them from sharing their fantasies with their wives, or their wives are simply too much of a prude to go along with them. This means that unless a guy is very lucky he goes through life haunted by unfulfilled fantasies, leaving the fantasies as fantasies.

But, Frank now faced a much different world. One of possibility . . . One of opportunity. He now had the chance to make his beautiful wife do so many of the things that he had been wanting.

Decision made, Frank headed back to his house. But he was still not sure how to put his plan into action. As his feet moved along the sidewalk his mind filled with images of Julie. Once more he remembered how she had looked the night before with those men handling her, using her. He recalled how hot it had been watching her crawl across the floor to suck his own throbbing cock. These memories flowed into others, ones of the future, of fantasies he planned to experience. He imagined Julie doing things he wanted, so many things, and he felt his lust awakening.

Then he thought about how she had cheated on him, and how she had lied about her interest in his fantasy. He still could not say which of these things bothered him more, only that they both stung. And, once again, his anger was also awoke.

The combination of his two emotions, coupled with the memory of her grief over her sins, gave him the answer he needed. He now knew how he would enact his plan.

Still feeling a little nervous he hid behind a falsely enhanced level of anger as he stormed into the house where he found Julie waiting in the living room, drink in hand. Thinking that a quick belt might help steady his own nerves he poured himself one. He used those silent moments to think over what he was going to say, and how he would act. He wanted her to believe that she was on the verge of being sent packing. Moments later, when he stared into her fearful expression, he knew he had been successful.

It felt good yanking her to her feet by her hair. It felt better seeing her fear and concern weaken as her arousal was stirred. And it felt even better to make her do things that he had fantasized about for some time.

He was filled by a sense of power as he jerked her toward the bedroom, then made her kneel before him. Staring into her pain and fear filled eyes he raped her mouth, forced her to deep throat his cock the way he had wanted to experience it, without worrying about being gentle or caring. When he was finished with that and she stood by the bed he was thrilled to see how it had affected her, how his treatment of her had made her pussy wet.

Then he watched her expression grow steadily hungrier as he straddled her and kneaded her tits, tweaking her nipples while she lay on the bed. By the time he fucked her pussy with the big dildo, and she whimpered out her dirty lust, his cock was starting to throb again. It had always bothered him that she kept this particular toy to herself, refusing to use it in front of him although he knew she did in private. It was because of this that he used it to fuck her ass, stretching her there like she had never been before. The sight of her responding to its penetration, the first moments of pain and discomfort followed by her humping herself back at it was amazing. He had loved watching her fuck the monster toy with abandon.

Afterwards he had climbed behind her and used her soaked pussy to fuck his rigid cock while keeping her rectum stretched with his two thumbs. Spraying his semen into her, he left her, showered, then went to the kitchen and began plotting his next move. During the next couple hours he realized that he did have some new fantasies and wondered just how far he could push things.

He was still deep in thought when Cindy came be-bopping into the kitchen in her tight jeans and even tighter t-shirt. The sight of her lithe little body tore his mind away from her mother and his plotting. He realized that somehow he had gotten so wrapped up in the one thing, that he had nearly forgotten about his daughter. As his eyes crawled over her he was amazed that that could even happen. Her beauty now and the memory of her body underneath him as he pounded himself into her made his tired, twice spent cock twitch.

"How's my loving Daddy doing?" She asked.

Her tone sang with private excitement and when she gave him a peck on the cheek he felt her breast brush against his shoulder.

In that moment he was struck by the knowledge that Julie's actions were to thank for his and Cindy's tryst. Like a lot of men, Frank had fantasized about fucking his daughter, and his wife's act, no matter how stupid or selfish, had inadvertently propelled that fantasy into reality. For a brief moment he had to fight the urge to go and wake Julie to thank her.

"I'm good," he answered Cindy's question instead. "I think maybe we should talk, Baby."

"About last night," she nodded, her tone making it clear that she was not ashamed or embarrassed. "It was amazing, Daddy. Even better then I had hoped."

Her statement caused Frank a second's hesitation. "Are you saying?"

"Yes, Daddy," Cindy smiled as she pulled the ice cream from the freezer. "I've been wanting to do that for months. I'm just sorry it took such an awful event to make it happen. I was so nervous, so scared. But after watching mom and those men, with their hard cocks . . . Then feeling you next to me, holding me . . . I just had to try."

Her confession both surprised and thrilled Frank. The idea that his daughter had been wanting him too, that she had been fantasizing about him while he fantasized about her, was exhilarating. Then she set two bowls on the table before causally removing her jeans with a shy little smile. Suddenly Frank realized why she had been prancing around the house in revealing outfits lately. It had all been a way of teasing him, of getting his attention and trying to make something happen. She had been displaying her naughty desires to him for months and he had failed to catch on. But now he knew, and like the situation with Julie, he intended to take advantage.

"Last night was just the beginning," he said evenly, forcing himself to make it a statement rather than a question.

For the next little while they discussed things over their ice cream. Now that they had crossed the initial barrier they both fully intended to continue fucking, but neither of them were expected to be exclusive. It was also decided that once Cindy went off to college they would revisit the discussion.

Once these things were settled Frank wanted something explained. "I've got to ask, Baby. Where'd that whole thing about you being a dirty girl if you asked me to put it in your ass come from?"

"I have no idea. I had never even thought about being fucked in my ass until I saw that man do it to mom." She answered with a laugh.

Briefly he considered telling Cindy about her mother's betrayal, how the whole thing had been staged. He also thought about sharing his plan to use Julie's transgressions for his own ends. But he quickly discarded the idea, deciding it would be best to keep her out of all that.

A moment later Julie came into the kitchen.

That night, as he laid in bed thinking about how the day had turned out, he wondered if some stars had magically aligned themselves for him. Then he rolled over and started drifting off to sleep, thoughts of his wife and daughter filling his mind.

To be continued...