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Subject: {ASSM} (RP)Going to her Christmas Party (Wife, Cuckold, Humiliation, Kids watch (MF, MMFmf)
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Going to her Christmas Party.  by digimoo

   My wife is angry with me and decides she likes another chap better.

   This is a fantasy story about: Wife, Cuckolding, Submission, Corruption
of Minors Tags: Wife, Cuckold, Voyeur, MF, fm watching.

   If you don't like these subjects, read something else.  Don't be rude
and complain.



   I wasn't happy at being made to go to my wife's christmas party. 
Although she'd worked at the London legal firm for almost a year, I hadn't
actually met any of her co-workers so I wouldn't know anyone there.  I'm
not a gregarious person anyway, and find it very hard to mingle with groups
of people.  I'd tried to get out of tonight, saying she could go by
herself, but she was insistent that I do.  I was sitting on the bed, still
tired from friday's work, grumbling away about how I'd rather stay at home
in front of the tv while she dressed in front of the mirror.  I'd already
dropped our kids off to her Mum's for the night - Becky, 15 and already a
stunner, and her brother Mike, two years younger.

   Claire had come out of the shower just a minute ago, bringing with her
the smell of freshly washed woman.  That always turned me on and as I
tugged a corner of her towel away, she spun out of my reach saying sternly
"NO!  We don't have time for that nonsense." Despite such words, I could
tell she was feeling a little frisky as the first thing she put on was a
tiny black thong.  I marvelled as the soft string disappeared between her
cheeks and was pleased to see she had shaven her pubic hair - normally a
rare treat.  She had a good body - not thin, but definitely not fat either.
She was nicely rounded with curves in all the right places and a large
bust. Sitting on the bed behind her, I could see this bouncing gently as
she made her hair right.  She seemed in no rush now though, and tied it
into a ponytail.  Impulsively, I reached out and trailed a finger down her
lower spine, but she spun around and slapped it away.

   "I said no!  I want to enjoy tonight and I won't have you spoiling it
with your pathetic advances.  Put those thoughts away and get the car out
of the garage, I'll be there soon."

   That stung, I hadn't considered myself pathetic but perhaps I was? 
Grumbling, I got up and reversed the Volvo from the garage and sat inside
warming it up.  The night was cold already and would probably freeze later.
Might even snow.

   It was at least ten minutes before I heard the front door slam and the
passenger door opened as she got in.  I smelled her best perfume and turned
my head.  She had her thick fake-fur coat on, a black bristly thing with a
few sequins on the shoulders.  It went down to mid thigh, and I then all I
could see was bare leg to her red, four-inch heels.

   Still smarting at being called pathetic, I wasn't going to say how sexy
she looked, so just grunted "Hope you've got something on under that coat,
it's cold tonight".  Some romantic, eh?  She frowned and then pulled the
mirror down to adjust her makeup as I moved off.  Her firm had hired a
hotel deep in the countryside for the party, with many people already
booked to stay the night, and it took about forty minutes to get there.  I
was still angry about going and showed it, and after a few curt words she
turned on the radio to cut any arguement short, only occasionally speaking
to give me directions through the narrow lanes.

   On arrival, we parked up and walked in.  The party was already underway
and we were met in reception by her firm's receptionist, Margaret - a
short, thick-set and dumpy woman with a cockney accent who welcomed us and
took our coats, and as my wife removed hers, I was very shocked to see she
was wearing a very small black dress which ran out a long way up her thigh.
It was slit up the sides and backless, with the front made of two narrow
and loose-fitting strips that barely covered her ample breasts .The whole
thing hung off a soft and thin strip that was tied behind her neck.  With
the ponytail, and her excellent posture, she looked stunning - but I
thought she was showing far too much skin for a company do.  Before I could
say a word, we were shown into the function room filled with the hubbub of
lots of conversations and some quiet non-intrusive music.

   There were about seventy or eighty people sitting around tables in a
large room and clustered around the free bar.  My wife's legal firm was
clearly successful and on the up, and I was surprised to see so many young
faces.  We were in our thirties, and apart from a few tables at the far
end, almost everyone else was under forty.  The successful firm encourages
the keen young lawyers wanting to make money and reputation.  No sooner
were we through the door when my wife gave a squeal of delight and
clattered across the room on her heels, wrapping her arms around a
broad-shouldered young man who was chatting to a group of friends by the
bar.  She had approached from behind and put her arms over his eyes, saying
"Guess who?".  He didn't answer immediately, instead turning around, his
eyes still covered by her, and said "Well hello Ma'am.  I'm not sure who
you might be, but as you have me at a disadvantage can I perhaps feel your
face to see if I recognise you?" My wife giggled, the happy sound somehow
surprising as I hadn't heard it from her for a while.  "You may" she
conceded.

   He slowly raised his hands to where he judged her head to be and started
lightly feeling the sides of her head, stroking lightly around the curl of
her ears, entirely too long on the nape of her neck I felt and toying with
the knot of her halter, then lightly brushing the tips of his fingers over
her face.  She'd gone very quiet now, staring at his mouth whilst still
covering his eyes.  She was biting her lower lip and this man's buddies
were all standing around in a semi-circle watching this performance.

   "Hmm, he said.  Still not sure." and I watched open mouthed as his hands
travelled down the side of her body, touching her naked skin, trailing
light fingertips that made her shiver and lift her chin.  I couldn't
believe she was letting somebody do this to her in front of everyone, and
yes - I pulled my eyes away and looked around - a lot of people were
watching, the woman wearing thin lipped expressions while the men had faces
showing either reserved interest or outright leering.  I felt rooted to the
ground, unable to do anything but observe.

   His hands seemed to complete their journey downwards at the swell of her
hips.  Then, as he raised them up her sides again, he very smoothly
caressed the sides of her breasts which were only just hidden by the loose
top.

   "Margaret...?" he guessed, smiling - naming the dumpy receptionist.

   "Ooh, you bastard!" she exclaimed, pretending to be insulted by his
obvious mis-guess, and whipped her hands away from his eyes.  He laughed,
his eyes twinkling, and they gave each other a hug.  Drawing back, she
impulsively stretched forwards and kissed him on the mouth before seeming
to remember she had a husband.  Turning around, she gestured me forward
from where I was still standing inside the door.  Finding my feet, I walked
somewhat nervously forwards.  This man was smiling and welcoming and held
out his hand to shake.

   "This is my husband," nodding to me, "and this is Jack.  We worked
together on that Springberg case two months ago." I vaguely recalled her
talking about that, and working quite late - apparently there had been a
lot of paperwork to read in the records office.

   Jack shook my hand powerfully, seeming to flex the muscles below his
Dinner Jacket.  Up close he was a clear alpha.  Smart, magnetic and
completely at ease both in the room, and in the scenario of him welcoming
the husband of the woman he had just effectively molested in front of a
room full of people.  In the face of such confidence, there was nothing I
could say than try to return the hand-shake and mumble, "Nice to meet you,
Jack"

   "And nice to meet you.  Your wife is an incredible woman - beautiful,
funny and devastating in the open court.  Tell you the truth, it's a real
shame you married her, or I'd be proposing on the spot right here!".

   I was very uncomfortable and ill-equipped to compete so just said
"Thanks."

   Finally pulling her hand out of his, she told him, "Be a love and get us
some drinks would you?  We'll go and find a table." He nodded and turned to
the bar while we looked around the still-filling room and finally spotted a
corner table.  It was in the pub style where there was a big heavy wooden
table with a cushioned settle on two sides behind, and two seats on the
room side.  While we walked across the room, I whispered "That was a bit
much, wasn't it?", meaning the display at the bar.  Suddenly her hand
grabbed mind and yanked it down, she brought her face to within inches of
mine and hissed, fury in her voice, "Just you fucking shut up!  I've had it
up to here with your miserable self-pitying whining.  If you don't stop it
right now, we're through - you understand me?  There are about thirty
divorce lawyers here and I'll make damned sure I get everything too - kids,
house, car, even the fucking clothes you're standing up in!  I want some
fun, you miserable prick, and if you stop me enjoying myself tonight, so
help me God I'll fucking finish you!"

   My knees felt weak, my cheeks colouring up immediately.  Claire had
never spoken to me this way before and I didn't know how to handle it,
other than believe her utterly.  She stared into my eyes, hers completely
hostile, for five more seconds to make sure I got the point.  Then she was
out of my face and striding towards the corner table through the crowd,
suddenly a big smile on her face and no sign at all of what had just
happened.  I stumbled after her, head down, a beaten man.  I did love her,
although I rarely showed it after fifteen years of marriage.  I felt I had
failed in making her feel special and she had given up on me.

   She slid herself onto one of the padded settles, and I joined her, us
both facing out to the room.  Her nodding and smiling at people she knew
who passed by, me glowering by her side.  Still angry but now silent.

   Before long, Jack can striding through the crowd carrying two pints of
lager and what looked like a glass of coke.  Smiling, he sat down facing us
and said "Hope you don't mind me joining you?" raising an eyebrow at me.  I
shrugged and accepted one of the pints, and he passed the coke to my wife.
"Bottoms up!" he said, and we all took a swig.  My wife coughed and
spluttered, eventually clearing enough to ask Jack, "How many Jack Daniels
in this?"

   He just smiled and winked and she laughed and tried a smaller sip, while
I briefly wondered how he know what drink she liked - I guess they must've
gone out to a bar whilst working on that case earlier in the year.  Jack
was excellent company and kept up a sharply funny stream of stories and
tales about work, the famous and even a few people around us.  He was so
much fun even I lightened up for a while and thought perhaps this evening
wasn't going to be so bad.  A waiter passed by, and Jack ordered another
round.  I put my hand up and said, "Just lemonade for me please, I'm
driving."

   A little later, one of the senior partners tapped his glass until he had
the room's attention, then standing on his chair gave a little speech
thanking everyone for working so hard and saying tonight's treat was to say
thanks.  He waffled on for too long, until some pointed coughing from the
other partners finally got through to him and he smiled, bowed, and climbed
down off his chair.  The lights were dimmed and an area cleared towards one
end where there was a small stage, upon which had been sat a DJ's turntable
and booth and the DJ started to play a few gentle songs to warm up the
crowd.  A few of the older couples started dancing while everyone else
watched on or resumed their conversations.  My wife had always enjoyed
dancing, but I was too self conscious to ever enjoy it so unless I was very
drunk, we never ended up on the floor.

   Jack, however, was obviously keen.  He lifted my wife's hand, arched
that eyebrow at me again and asked, "May I?" Again, I shrugged and my wife
stood up, giggling a little and he led her onto the floor.  The music was
definitely themed 80s and 90s.  This DJ knew his crowd and wasn't going to
shock anyone, and currently some Abba was playing.  They danced well
together, his strong arm guiding her around the floor, laughing and
enjoying each others company.  Her thin top was fighting a battle to keep
her decent, as without any support her breasts were dangerously close to
appearing from the sides as he twirled her around and once, as he leaned
her back against his arm, I glipsed her scanty knickers.

   They stayed up for three songs before returning to my table, joining me
in a slightly wobbly tangle of arms and legs as they crashed down onto the
cushioned settle, with my wife between us but with his arm around her. 
Jack grinned woflishly at me and said, "You're a lucky man, your wife is a
hoot!" This set her off giggling again and they drained their drinks. 
Looking around, we couldn't see the waiter, so Jack asked if I could fetch
the drinks.  I nodded and set off to the bar.  It took an age to get
served. I looked over once or twice and saw them sat close to each other,
laughing and holding hands.  It actually looked quite sweet.

   I felt a tap on the shoulder and turned around to see a young chap with
slick hair who said to me, "That your wife over there?" and pointed.  I
nodded yes.  "Friendly sort, ain't she?" and laughed what I felt was a
quite nasty laugh.  I frowned, thinking how rude he was, collected our
drinks and walked back to join them.  As I approached I could clearly see
my wife pass Jack something which he pushed into the top pocket of his
white shirt.  Hard to see what it was in that dark light.

   I put the drinks down carefully and they took a few gulps.  My wife
slapped me on the thigh and said, "We're off to the floor again!" and they
were gone just as a song ended.  The next song happened to be a slow and
romantic one, and they held each other.  Quite a few couples had obviously
been waiting for this shift in tempo and there was a scraping of chair legs
and the dancefloor was suddenly full.  My wife and her dancing partner
slipped in and out of view amongst the crowd.  Now and then I caught
glimpses, and it seemed his hands were getting lower each time.  They must
have moved to the other side as I stopped being able to see them at all for
a while, and when I did spot a glimpse, he hands were cupping the cheeks of
her arse.  Her own arms were up around his neck and you couldn't have slid
a playing card between their bodies they were that close.  I was a little
rattled by this, but before it could really register, they were gone from
sight again.  I stared at the floor, willing a gap to open up again, but
the bodies were think.  The DJ smoothly mixed from one slow song to
another, and I could see him watching his floor and enjoying the affect of
his work.  Several couples were now smooching as they danced.  Some time
during the fourth romantic song in a row, some couples left the floor and
it thinned out enough to see my wife and Jack again, but I wish I hadn't.
They weren't even dancing now - just standing up against each other and
kissing.  His left hand was in the small of her back, but it was holding up
her skirt!  His right hand was covering her naked arse, with his middle
finger disappearing up inside her!  This hadn't gone unnoticed as there was
a group of men standing by that side of the dancefloor holding drinks and
beamingly admiring the scene before them.  I was amazed that she seemingly
didn't care about exposing herself with so many people around - especially
as she worked with most of them!  I also wondered where her thong had gone!
Of course, that's what she had passed to him in front of me.

   I wondered what the hell to do, my mind racing.  Even if I wasn't so shy
and socially awkward, I knew that if I did make a scene and spoiled her
night, my wife would divorce me.  She had said she wanted to enjoy tonight,
and it looked like Jack was certainly helping her do that!

   Some of the older and more pompous men harrumphed as they saw what I
had, and I heard one old walrus mutter "Well, really." Wives and
girlfriends stood up and made "Time to go" noises and over half the guests
left during the next ten minutes, the whole time the DJ played slow songs
and grinned as my wife and her colleague snogged and fondled in front of
him.  The group of single men nearby hadn't thinned out at all, still
nudging each other and watching my woman.  Jack raised his right hand
behind her back and in one deft move tugged the knot holding up her dress
undone behind her neck.  The material collapsed down her neck, but was held
up by being pressed so close against Jack.  He stepped back and raised his
hand to go over her head in the classic twirl.  Her dress collapsed to her
waist and she was spun around over 360 degrees, showing everyone in the
room her full and perfect breasts.  There were some low whistles from the
bachelor pack, and one old gent in the corner even started clapping!

   The sudden noise startled her out of her dreamworld and she hurriedly
grabbed the trailing ends and retied them, holstering her breasts in one
deft movement.  She walked back towards me with a strange smile on her
face, a somewhat smug feline smile.  Clearly she was regretting nothing. 
She sat down next to me and took a long swallow of her drink.  I could see
Jack at the edge of the dance floor with the group of young men who had
been watching them.  They were laughing and joking, and he even got slapped
on the back in congratulation.  He had the biggest grin on his face as he
was talking to them and pointing at me.  Clearly he was telling them I was
her husband and that he had taken my place tonight.

   Putting her glass back down, my wife turned to me.  Her lips glistening
from the drink in the reflection of the disco lights.

   "Jack is taking me home tonight.", Claire said.  "I don't want to see
you back at the house until the morning, so you might as well pick the kids
up from Mum's."

   I couldn't answer her.  A huge painful lump in my throat prevented any
sound escaping, I just sat there, eyes downcast in submissive dejection. 
She watched me steadily for over a minute in silence, then quietly said,
"Pathetic." before finishing the rest of her drink, collecting her handbag
and walking off to join Jack and his group.

   I watched her confidently walk up and with her hand in the small of
Jack's back, chat animatedly to the group.  From here I couldn't hear the
words, but very shortly she had hold of his hand and was walking to the
exit, with Jack looking over his shoulder at his friends who were making
suggestive hand motions.  As she walked across the floor, I was mentally
begging her to change course back to me, or even look in my direction, but
she did no such thing.  They walked into the entrance hallway hand in hand,
and then were gone.  My wife and another man.

   I didn't know what to do.

   I just sat numbly in my seat.  Shortly I became aware of people nearby
and it was Jack's group of friends standing in front of me, holding their
drinks and grinning quite nastily.

   "We enjoyed the show just now," said one.  "Your wife has fantastic
tits."

   A chuckle and a different voice added "And a great arse."

   Again, I did not know what to do, to say.  Clearly this was unacceptable
behavior, but still I sat and accepted it.  Nothing in my life had given me
any experience to draw upon in this situation.

   Somewhere a voice mumbled, "Thanks" and I realised with shock it was
mine.  Lacking any input my hindbrain seemed to have gone onto autopilot,
acknowledging what was clearly a compliment to my wife.

   One of them sat next to me and put his arm over my shoulder in mock
sympathy and said "You can't blame her you know, Jack's a great bloke and
he could have had any woman in here tonight.  You should be pleased that
your wife is so beautiful that he chose her.  She'll really enjoy tonight -
I've seen Jack in the showers after tennis and boy, he has the biggest dick
I've ever seen!  I hope you remember well what your wife's cunt looked like
before tonight, because it'll probably never look the same again!  I heard
he's into some really kinky shit too, so it's probably not the only hole
that's going to get stretched!"

   A strangled sob escaped me.  This was too much.  One of the other blokes
clearly took pity on my and said, "Come on John, leave the poor bastard
alone.  Let's go have another try with that barmaid, see if she won't give
us all a gobble behind the bar." and with one big slap on my back, they
were gone.

   I stood up and stumbled out, clearly a broken man.  Somehow I found my
car through the tears and got in.  Strangely, I wondered what car Jack had
and whether it, like his cock, was bigger than mine.  It had been about
half an hour since I saw her walk away without a backwards glance, so she
must be nearly home by now.  I wondered if he was feeling her as he drove,
whether she was still dressed.

   After a while I got cold and started the engine, and becoming aware of
the surroundings noticed that couples were coming out of the hotel. 
Clearly it was winding down in there, with just a few staying on who had
booked rooms.  I looked at the car's clock and saw it was one am.

   Have you ever been somewhere at one in the morning with no idea of what
to do or where to go?  Her mother wouldn't be expecting me until 8 at the
earliest and I daren't go home.  Not only was I scared of what I'd find, I
was also scared of angering my wife.  I had no doubt the threat of divorce
was real and thought perhaps she was pushing me as far as she could tonight
to see if I would snap.  If I did and was aggressive or even violent, and
with her being such a clever lawyer, I had little doubt she would take
everything.  House, contents, car and most of all - our kids.  So in that
cold car deep in the countryside I councilled myself to be calm and not
give her any ammunition to use against me in court.

   I ended up driving around for a couple of hours until I pulled into a
big motorway service station and bought a coffee from the machine.  Sitting
at the table I sipped it and nursed it along just to kill time.  I bought a
newspaper and turned pages without reading a single word.  I stared into
space.  I looked for too long at advertising hoardings.  Time passed
slowly, but eventually even the weak daylight of winter lightened the
outside and it was time to go.  I keep some old clothes in the car and used
the gents' toilets to change into them and wash my face before I left and
drove to my mother-in-law's.

   I was greeted by a flat "You're early" from Susan, my wife's mother. 
She had never warmed to me despite our long marriage and I had long
suspected she thought her daughter could do better, but was at least civil
and doted on her grandchildren.

   She let me in and made me a coffee while we waited for the kids to get
ready.  Eventually they were and after some quick hugs and hellos, they and
myself hopped back in the car for the short journey home.

   "Good night?" asked Becky, innocently.  Oh, if only she knew.  I took a
little time to answer before finally saying, "Mmm.  It was ok." I couldn't
tell them of events, and by now she was probably sound asleep with Jack
heading home himself, and the kids didn't need to know that their mother
was a slut.

   We swung into our road and immediately saw a strange car on our
driveway. A sleek black Mercedes.  Shit.  Clearly whatever this was, it
wasn't over yet.

   Mike immediately asked "Who's car is that?"

   "Um, maybe mummy's friend".

   Mike's 13 year old mind wasn't happy with that.  "Who?  I know all her
friends and none has a nice car like that."

   "I don't know..." I finished lamely.  My stomach felt like lead and the
numbness was back.  Clearly Jack hadn't left yet.  This was going to be
awkward, but maybe he was just leaving and we'd pass at the door and he'd
be out of our lives.

   I pulled up my car in the road, it looked shabby next to the Merc.  The
kids were out quickly but I hung back.  I made a point of slamming the
doors, and the kids generally did that anyway, to ensure my wife knew we
were there.

   Becky had her own key and had let herself in by the time I started up
the driveway.  I took my time but all too soon I was through the door too.
I couldn't hear anything, so climbed the stairs.  The hallway at the top
passes our bedroom on the way to the kids' rooms, but stopped outside our
door were both the children, frozen on their way past.  I reached them and
saw why, and I too froze in place.

   The door to our bedroom was wide open.  On our sqeaking bed was my wife
on all fours with Jack behind her giving her the fucking of her life.  He
was staring at us all while he pumped away at the back end of the woman I
loved.  Claire's head was hanging down, her hair straggly and hanging down,
rocking back and forth with the motion.  Perhaps sensing us, she raised her
head and stared directly at us.

   "Hello kids," she said, her breath husky from exertion.  Jack smiled and
added, "Hi there!" - as chipper as you like.

   Even though emotionally, this was tearing my heart apart, somehow a
lower, baser instinct made itself known.  I realised I had an erection. 
The sight in front of us was incredibly erotic - Jack was not only good
looking, his suit had hidden a well toned body with good upper-body
strength and his tanned skinned complimented my wife's paler colouring. 
This was an alpha male copulating with his alpha female.  It was primal and
animalistic, and like animals, they had no shame in front of us.

   Mike asked me, without turning his eyes away, "Daddy, what is that man
doing to mummy?"

   I grabbed hold of both my children's shoulders and pushed them firmly on
through the hall on and into Becky's bedroom, it being the closest.  I shut
the door and sat heavily on her bed.  Behind us, Claire was now grunting
loudly and the tempo of the squeaking bed was getting faster.

   "Dad...?" Becky asked.  Her eyes were wide and I could see her pulse
throbbing quickly in her neck.

   They needed an explanation and I had no energy to invent something
plausible to lie with.

   "Mummy made a new friend at the party last night..." I began lamely.

   Becky snorted.  Even at 15 she knew more of the world than that.  "You
mean you had a fight and she found somebody else to fuck.  Why aren't you
doing something?"

   Mike said "Beep" at the mention of a swear word, and then asked "Are you
and mummy getting divorced?"

   "I don't know," I answered lamely.

   Just then my wife climaxed loudly across the hallway, joined with a
heavy grunt from Jack.  The squeaking stopped and I imagined them laying
there, spooning in the afterglow.

   "What are you going to do?" Becky demanded?  She was angry, and at that
moment looked so much like her mother I saw her in a whole new light.  This
was a young woman, not a child any more.

   "I don't know," I said again and hung my head.

   Noises from across the hall again.  Low talking and then footsteps down
the stairs.  Cupboards opening in the kitchen.

   "Kids, put your things away." I ordered and left them.  I stopped at my
bedroom doorway and smelled the musk of sex and saw the rumpled bedsheets
and piles of clothing.  Confused, I carried on down the stairs.

   In the kitchen, Claire was cooking breakfast and Jack was leaning on the
worktop watching her.  He was wearing my dressing gown and she hers.

   "Hello love!" said Claire brightly, and actually danced across the
kitchen and kissed me on the lips!  Her hand brushed my cheek lightly and
she returned to frying sausages and bacon.  Jack watched on, smiling.

   "...what...?" I started?

   "Oh, don't spoil my good mood, baby," Claire began.  "I've said Jack can
have breakfast, I hope that's okay?"

   "...um, no, I don't..." I started but she cut me short.

   "Nonsense.  He's my friend and I want him here.  You be a love and go
and lay the table and call the kids down for breakfast."

   I stood there, mouth open, not believing what was going on.  Was this
ridiculous?  My reality had shifted so much in the past twelve hours I no
longer knew if she was being unreasonable or I was!  Claire made shooing
moves with her hands and I left to get the dining table ready.

   With the plates laid, I shouted up the stairs "Kids - breakfast's ready"
and they came clomping down.  A little slower and more cautiously than
usual, but joined me in the dining room.  Shortly Jack came through in my
dressing gown, which was actually quite small on him and only overlapped a
little, showing a broad chest and quite a lot of thigh.  Certainly more
than decent.

   He put down breakfast plates for the kids and then myself, and sat
himself down.

   "Hi," he began, addressing my children, "My name's Jack and I'm a friend
of your mum's.  I hope I can be your friend too.  Say champ, what's your
name?"

   "Mike, sir." My son was nothing if not polite.

   "Nice to meet you, Mike.  And, beautiful young lady, what's your name?"

   Becky blushed, despite her anger which seemed as much directed to Jack
as myself.  "I'm Becky, and why are you here?" she asked boldly.

   "Well Becky, it's quite simple." His false humour slid somewhat and his
voice was cold and hard.  "Your mother wanted a proper fucking and she
tells me your father isn't up to it.  I enjoyed fucking your mum, and quite
soon I will have you too - you're absolutely stunning and I bet your cunt
is as tight as a mouse's ear.  And Mike?  You need a proper male role model
and I aim to show you how to be a real man."

   Becky's eyes shot wide open "Dad!" she shouted, imploring me to save
her. But I was dumb, shocked to the core myself.  I felt so inadequate
against this man.  I did feel worthless.  I had to be or I would not just
be sitting in my own dining room with my two children allowing this
stranger, who had just spent the night screwing my wife in my own bed, to
make sexual threats against them.  As a husband I should be protecting my
wife's virtue.  As a father I should be protecting my children.  But it was
as if I wasn't really there, as if I was floating above myself watching
from afar like you might watch a TV reality program.  At a certain level I
felt interested as to what was going to happen next.

   Claire brought in the remaining two plates then and set one in front of
Jack and one in front of herself, and they started to eat, smiling at each
other between mouthfuls.  The kids were still frozen in shock but as I
started to eat, they followed my lead and did too.  I've never known a
dining table as quiet as this one.

   Jack cleared his plate first and leant back, replete and smiling like
the Lord of the Manor.  He knew.  He knew he had us all where he wanted us.
The bastard.

   My wife finished next, her appetite obviously keen.  Jack took control
again.

   "Stand up." he ordered Claire.  She pushed her chair back and did so.

   "Remove your robe." Again, she silently did as he told her.  The
material dropped to the floor at her feet and she stood at our family table
entirely naked.  I saw love bites on her milky breasts and fine neck which
hadn't been there the night before.

   I couldn't understand how she was being so submissive - she had never
been so with me.  Always dominant, always superior.  And now she stood
naked in front of her family obeying orders from a stranger.  Mike was
staring boggle-eyed at his mother's breasts, straining to see lower down
her body below the table while Becky was looking terrified and her eyes
hadn't left Jack's since he announced his intention towards her.

   "Turn around" Claire did so, slowly.  When she had finished he stood up
and, reaching around, pinched her nipples and pulled them away from her,
causing her to wince silently in pain.

   Just then the doorbell rang.  We all jumped, such was the tension in the
room.  There was a few seconds silence then Jack released Claire's nipples
and pushing her gently forwards, said "Go and answer the door." She reached
down to pick up her robe and he stopped her with, "No.  As you are."
Claire's eyes went wide and she looked at us all, whites showing in quiet
panic, before quickly resuming her subserviant role and walking towards the
front door.  She reached forwards and opened the door, letting it swing
wide.  The postman was there, a parcel in one hand and a clipboard in the
other.  His words dried before reaching his lips, eyes taking in the
glorious site of such a beautiful woman naked in front of him.

   Silently, Claire reached forwards and took the clipboard and pen. 
Tongue sticking through moist lips she concentrated as she looked down the
list, found where to sign, and scribbled her signature.  She pushed the
items back into our postman's hands, took the parcel and just before she
gently closed the door, I saw his eyes look past her to register Mike
standing in front of the three of us seated at the dinner table.  God knows
what he thought.

   Claire put the parcel on the hall table and returned to Jack.  The whole
thing had taken less than a minute but it demonstrated to all of us how
things stood.  Jack was boss.  Everyone was going to do what he wanted. 
Clearly nobody, especially not me, was going to do a damned thing to stop
him.

   He smiled warmly at all of us.  Strangely, although still shocked and
stunned, I felt his goodwill towards us.  It wasn't just my wife who was
under his spell, somehow he'd gained power over us all.

   "Today is the start of something special.  You're my new family.  I will
look after you.  I'll come and go as I please and you will do as I say. 
Slut, park your arse on that table.  I want to give you one last fuck
before I leave."

   My wife, my lovely bride of a decade and a half and mother of our two
children, pushed back the dirty plates and sat on the edge of the dining
table while Jack stood up and shucked off my dressing gown.  His penis was
already hard and seeing it clearly I was shocked how large it was - almost
double mine in length and much thicker - and he walked into her embrace. 
They kissed tenderly and he slowly slid himself into her shaved and soaking
sheath.  The kids still sat in their seats, eyes wide as they silently
watched the show unfurl, mere feet from them.  Jack started thrusting
firmly and fully into her, she responding, oblivious to anything but the
sensations building within her.  She orgasmed, shuddering as her legs
curled behind his back, releasing her arms and leaning back onto the
surface, clattering the dinner plates uncaringly.  Jack gave her no time to
relish the wave, thrusting harder and stronger - she was obscene, lying
there as he ploughed into her, her breasts bouncing back and forth, eyes
shut, mouth open, moaning as another orgasm grew within her.  He looked
sideways at me and grinning broadly, gave me a big wink.

   "Your wife is the best fuck I've had for months!  Does she ever come
like this for you?" he asked me.

   Mute, I shook my head slowly.  Aware of the slurping sounds of his cock.
Claire was lost in bliss, and had one had slowly raking her nails down his
chest as his hips thrust back and forth.

   "Thought not.  She said your dick is quite small so she has to fake it
just so you'll stop trying and finish.  She says she hasn't ever enjoyed
sex with you.  Does that make you ashamed?"

   I nodded.  Of course it did.  And although this news hurt, I realised I
again had an erection harder than steel.

   Mike grinned and turned to face the children; "Kids - this is how you
know when a woman is a real slut." and he pulled his monster sized tool
from my wife's vagina and, with one hand, positioned it at the pink rosebud
of her anus which was glistening from juices running down from her crack.
Blowing a kiss to my daughter, Becky, and holding eye contact with her, he
slowly pushed it home.  My wife grimaced, but lay supine with her eyes
closed and a strangely concentrated look upon her face as he held himself
inside her, not moving.

   Flashing another grin at Becky, he broke their gaze and looked again to
me.  "You realise you're my bitch now?  Your wife is my property, your kids
mine to do what I want with as well?"

   I gulped and nodded.  Evidence was certainly backing up this statement.

   "Good.  As a reward, in five more thrusts I will let you clean your
beautiful wife.  Start counting down, bitch."

   I blinked, not quite understanding.

   "Start with five..." he prompted.

   "Five," I said, my voice shaking.

   He pulled out and thrust in again.  Then raised an eyebrow.

   "Four"

   He did it again.  My wife let out a small groan of pain.

   "Three"

   Finally he closed his eyes, releasing his gaze but still holding power
over me.

   "Two"

   His own face became lost in concentration, his brow sweaty and furrowed.

   "One"

   He withdrew and thrust in again.  He was clearly climaxing, I could see
his buttocks quivering and his testes rising in his scrotum in a pulsing
rythm as he squirted his seed deep into my wife's bowels.

   He stayed immobile for a full minute propped up above my wife, their
chests heaving in unison, slowing together, then he opened his eyes and
slowly withdrew his penis.  Claire's sphincter gripped it tightly as if to
squeeze every drop from within it until it was clear.  A large white pearl
lay in the center of her bud, glistening in the dining room lights.

   So entranced was I watching this small puddle reflect the light, I
almost missed Jack talking to me.

   "Uh, sorry?" I said, as if in a dream.

   "Bitch, I told you to clean her.  This is your reward for being a good
cuckold."

   Confused, I turned and reached for the kitchen towel.  His arm shot out
and grabbed my shirt.  His strength was scary.

   "With.  Your.  Tongue." Every word a full sentence, each delivered with
a voice that brooked no arguement.  This was an order.

   He pulled me firmly towards him and stepped back, so that I took his
place at the feminine alter of my wife's genitals.  She was now propped up
on one elbow, looking down over her magnificent and sweat covered breasts
at me, her face blank but her eyes glinting strangely.

   I had no choice and gently lowered my head.  I started high, licking the
top of her slit where it was relatively clean and dry and progressing down
first one labial lip and then the other, which were engorged and covered in
a very sweet tasting and sticky residue - this was her juices, rubbed out
from their union.  My tongue dipped within her slit and as I lapped upwards
and touched her clitoris, Claire reached a sudden and explosive orgasm -
literally screaming out in extacy causing our children to both scoot
backwards in their chairs from shock.  I carried on with my task as she
crashed back down onto the table.  I had a job to do and I meant to do it
well enough so my new master was pleased.  Within a minute or two, I had
cleaned around her vagina and a tongue's depth within, swallowing all I
encountered.  I stood up and looked to Jack for approval.  Confused, I saw
he was displeased.

   "All of it," he said.

   I looked back down and, of course, there was more to go.  Her anus. 
Jack expected me to clean his semen from her most private of tunnels.

   I had no choice.  Back down I went and scooped out the white pearl with
the tip of my tongue.  Holding it on my tongue, I extended it to Jack and
finally got his nod of approval.  I swallowed.  Becky gasped involuntarily
and caught Jack's attention again.

   "Kids.  Your father is not a real man.  Not only has he stood back and
let me take his wife, your mother, but he has debased himself before you
all as you have seen.  What you may not have realised is that he enjoys
this - look at his trousers.  You can clearly see a wet patch in his crotch
where he has climaxed during our breakfast and although his penis is much
smaller than mine you can clearly see the tenting at the front.

   "I will get dressed and leave you.  But I'll be back, of that you can be
sure, and you will welcome me into your home - for it is my home too now.
Claire is my wife.  And Becky?  Have no doubt that I will take your
virginity and you will come to love being abused exactly as your mother has
done.

   "After all, " he paused dramatically and looked at me, "Who's going to
stop me?"

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