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Subject: {ASSM} Pushed out by the lodger (Slut wife, cuckoldry, exhibitionism, incest, under-age, pregnancy.)
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Date: Wed, 23 Jul 2014 05:10:35 -0400
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Pushed out by the lodger

by digimoo

Husband pushed out of marriage and family as a lodger joins them. The 
husband is unwilling or unable to act as his wife is taken in front of 
him and others, and eventually an incestuous relationship between the 
mother, son, daughter and "new dad" develops.

Slut wife, cuckoldry, exhibitionism, incest, under-age, pregnancy.

---------------

My wife and I had it all. A perfect marriage, two cute kids and a 
successful horse livery business. I'm John and aged 45, and Vanessa was 
ten years younger but looked older, as after our second child we'd been 
so busy that she wasn't taking much care of herself - although obviously 
with all the horseriding, she was pretty fit and actually had a nice 
body, but she didn't dress up and our sex life wasn't very awesome - I 
occasionally got a disinterested handjob off her if I begged, but that 
was about it.

We'd been building up the business for several years and were finding it 
difficult to do everything, and as money was coming in we sat down and 
worked out that we could afford to take somebody on to help with the 
horses. The idea was that they would allow us to take the odd evening 
off, perhaps even a whole day here and there. We lived in a large 
farmhouse, and had a spare bedroom. As we lived some way away from town, 
we thought it made sense for them to live-in, which isn't an unusual 
arrangement in rural situations like ours.

We put an advert in the local papers and interviewed several people 
whose applications weren't terrible. Mostly they were a motley 
collection of surly horsey girls without any business experience, but 
there was also Harry. He had grown up with horses then worked on a 
racing yard. Harry was 25, handsome and had an engaging personality that 
we felt would be a sure fire hit with our customers.

Halfway through the interview, we looked at each other and both knew 
this was the guy, so we offered him the job right then and there. Harry 
gave us both a big hug and dashed off to organise his things together 
and leave his current job. Racing yards are casual employers so he 
didn't need to give any notice, just collected his pay and collected his 
things. That evening he moved in. We had a glass of wine together in the 
kitchen and then he went to bed in his new room.

My wife was unusually animated that night, excitedly talking about all 
the possibilities and of course, Harry's name was mentioned a lot. She 
couldn't wait to see how he handled the customers, how he was with the 
horses, etc etc. I was really excited too - after just us two working 
together for years, suddenly increasing our workforce by 50% was a big 
milestone.

The first week went really well. Harry was a big hit with the entirely 
female customers, he flirted and charmed them effortlessly. He was a 
patient and knowledgeable teacher and whilst the mothers looked on, he 
gave riding lessons to their kids. He was also very good with the horses 
- a natural horseman, and they responded well to him. In all, it was 
going very smoothly. He was tidy around the house, didn't play music 
late or have any bad habits. In short, he was exactly what our business 
needed.

But... Harry flirted with Vanessa. He gave her compliments, encouraged 
her to dress better, even said her legs would look lovely if she had 
them waxed. Vanessa went out the next day into town and returned looking 
like she'd had a thorough overhaul; haircut, plucked eyebrows, skin 
treatment, waxed legs and a new wardrobe of light summer dresses which 
she started wearing, revealing her lovely and well-toned legs - looking 
more like the pretty and exciting 35 year old she could be. Clearly she 
liked his attention and I started to feel uncomfortable around them 
both. I rather grumpily moaned about it one evening when we were in bed 
and her response was angry.

"How dare you question how I act!" she hissed at me. "Harry is our 
lodger and our employee, he flirts with everyone. Stop being jealous!"

One evening after the kids had been put to bed, the three of us sat 
watching a film and a sex scene came on. I felt uncomfortable, but Harry 
used it as a conversation starter.

"I hope you guys don't mind me asking, but how often do you two have 
sex?" he asked.

I coughed and was about to tell him to mind his own damned business, 
when Vanessa softly answered, "Hardly ever these days, Harry. Eighteen 
years of marriage and with us being so busy, we've got into a rut."

To his credit, Harry looked genuinely sad and replied, "Aww, that's a 
shame. You're a beautiful lady, Vanessa, and making love is a beautiful 
thing. It pains me to know you are unfulfilled."

Harry turned to me and continued, "John - women should be worshipped and 
dominated. A woman who is not sexually fulfilled is not a happy woman. 
Do you mind if I try and help you both regain what you have lost?"

"How?" I asked, feeling a little numb.

"With your permission, I would like to show you how I treat a woman like 
Vanessa and make her feel special."

I sat next to my wife on the sofa, shocked. I wasn't sure what was being 
asked of me or whether I agreed. My mind had locked up.

Harry waited a few seconds, as both he and my wife looked at me. When it 
became clear I wasn't going to answer, Harry took that as assent. I 
notice he didn't ask permission of Vanessa.

"Good," said Harry. He stood and went over to our shelves and flicked 
through our CDs. Picking one out, he turned off the TV and started 
playing the CD on our stereo. Slow 80's music started.

Without speaking, John turned and extended a hand to my wife. With a 
questioning look at me, she rose and took it.  I sat on one side of the 
sofa as my wife and our lodger started dancing. Harry whispered 
something to her and it made her relax and go with it. I must admit, she 
looked very good in the dimmed wall lights and the glow of the TV as she 
danced with this young, fit and handsome man. She was wearing her usual 
veg-in-front-of-the-tv attire of one of my t-shirts which came down to 
mid-thigh.

"John," Harry said above the music, "You see? Dancing is the best way to 
make a woman trust you - after all, you cannot hide anything when you 
are so physically close!"

The corniest song of the whole 80's came on; Chris de Burgh's "Lady in 
Red". Harry slowly slid his t-shirt over his head revealing his hard and 
muscled torso. I was by no means unfit, but at 45 years old, gravity was 
no longer my friend and I couldn't compare aesthetically. Vanessa, her 
eyes locked on Harry's, silently slid her t-shirt over her head too, 
revealing she wore nothing underneath but a pair of white cotton 
panties. I was shocked, not expecting this at all. My wife stepped 
towards him and they held each other close as they danced slowly, 
swaying to the song and its cheesy lyrics as her breasts pushed against 
his bare and well muscled chest. As he turned away from me, I saw her 
pale hands contrast against his tanned back, her fingertips gently 
stroking his skin. It was unbelievably erotic and my own erection was 
pushing up in my shorts. They separated long enough for her turn turn 
her back to him and I could see a significant bulge in Harry's shorts 
before they closed together, her melting backwards into his chest as his 
strong arms encircled her, one hand around her flat stomach, the other 
higher, just under her breasts, mimicking the light fingertip strokes 
she had given him earlier. His mouth kissed her on the side of the neck 
and up under her ear.

"John, you see? The woman is surrendering herself to me. The battle is 
halfway there. She has started to remove her clothes, signaling her 
willingness and removing barriers. Watch now, she wants me to show I am 
interested by taking the next step."

With that, his hands stopped their tickling caress and slide sideways 
down her waist and into the waistband of her underwear. Without pausing, 
his hands continue downwards taking her last coverings down with them 
until, at mid-thigh, gravity took over and they slipped down her legs to 
the floor. She gently kicked them towards me and they fell at my feet. I 
reached down and picked them up, unable to resist bringing them to my 
face. Her once familiar musky aroma filled my nose as I leaned back and 
inhaled, eyes closed.

When I opened my eyes, Harry's arms were again around my wife as they 
danced front to back, but now he had one hand encircling one breast, and 
the other between her legs.

Harry saw me staring in shock and smiled, "Ah, John! The woman is almost 
ready. I am being more rough with her breast - there are many nerve 
endings there most women enjoy a little pulling and squeezing when they 
are lubricating, and" he pulled his hand away from her vagina and 
waggled his soaking fingers - "this woman is definitely lubricating.  I 
feel her lean back into me, rubbing her bottom against my own crotch, 
signaling her readiness."

Harry released my wife and turned her around. He slowly raised his wet 
finger to her lips and I gasped as she sucked them inside, clearly lost 
in the moment and savouring her own juices from the fingers of our 
guest. I don't even know if she knew I existed at that point. She gave 
no sign that she gave me the slightest though. Only the light flashing 
from her golden wedding ring gave any indication she was married to 
somebody else, her actions certainly gave no hint.

Vanessa put her own hands down Harry's waist and pushed his shorts to 
the ground. He wore no underwear and his erect penis sprung outwards and 
upwards. Vanessa looked down at it and her eyes opened in surprise. It 
was quite large. I had been her only sexual partner so far and my own 
cock wasn't anywhere near as large as this - in fact, his was about 
double the size - both length and girth.  She knelt down in front and 
without hesitation slid her mouth over the end, slowly and steadily 
sucking it.

Harry looked directly at me as my wife's head bobbed slowly back and 
forth in front of him. "John, do you see? Do you see?"  I think even 
now, his ability to form coherent sentences was leaving him - mine had 
some time ago, I was a passenger for this. Part of my mind, a tiny part, 
was shouting that I should not be allowing this - that I should leap up 
and punch him out, but my body was locked in a voyeur's prison. I could 
not have moved or spoken if I had wanted to

Tiring, my wife stopped sucking Harry's dick and pushed him back towards 
the sofa where she had been sitting beside me no more than 20 minutes 
before. He collapsed backwards onto it alongside me and she straddled 
him. Her vagina was literally dripping with her juices, something I had 
never seen before, and her intoxicating smell filled the room. She put 
one hand onto my shoulder for balance as she wiggled into position above 
his jutting member and without so much as looking at me, slid herself 
slowly down onto it. I had a perfect view as her vaginal lips stretched 
and gradually enveloped his throbbing prick no more than two feet from 
my eyes.

Eventually she took it all and rested herself on his shaft. As she then 
rose, I saw sticky threads reach between their bodies and shamefully, 
silently ejaculated into my shorts. I'd never come without physical 
stimulation before.

They didn't care about my softening penis though. I didn't exist for 
either of them. They were focused solely on each other and she rode him 
hard, sweating and crying out as orgasm after orgasm took her until he 
too arched backwards and with a deafening shout released his young, 
virile seed into the mother of my children.

Only the sound of their gradually slowing panting, the wet sound of 
their sex and the smell of musk filled the room now.

Vanessa still hadn't spoken a word since she first left my side on the 
sofa. Still silent, she recovered enough to lift herself off of Harry, 
again using my shoulder for leverage, and stood up. Cum oozed from her 
wet and gaping cunt and splattered on the wooden floor. She reached out 
a hand to Harry and led him out of the room, both ignoring me 
completely. I heard the bedsprings creak in our bedroom and shortly the 
sounds of their unfaithful union reached me again. Slower, this time. 
Relaxed, their initial tension broken.

As I sat there, 80s music still coming from the stereo and the sound of 
my wife shouting "Oh! Oh!" as she climaxed with a man twenty years 
younger than me in the next room, I briefly wondered what the hell was 
happening. It was too much to process, too overwhelming. She had broken 
her marriage vows and throw away our marriage in one moment, whilst I 
passively watched on, neither of us caring about our children asleep 
nearby or what they would think. But my penis was hard again and as I 
knelt on the floor and licked up my wife's lover's semen where it had 
dripped from her cheating cunt, I orgasmed as well.

Exhausted, emotionally and physically, I climbed back onto the sofa and 
fell asleep.

===

The next morning, I awoke as the sun hit me in the face. I walked to our 
bedroom door and saw them both fast asleep, entwined amongst messy 
sheets. They looked kind of sweet, in a slutty, sexy and unfaithful way 
and I felt strangely warm towards them both. I gently closed the bedroom 
door and got on with the morning's chores. I served the kids breakfast 
and Tracy, the youngest at 15, asked where mum was. I said she was 
feeling tired this morning and was having a lie-in. Tommy, a year older, 
was at that grunting age of puberty and spent most of his time with 
earphones on and hardly talked to his parents at all. I drove them to 
school and returning, as I walked past the house from the car, I heard 
my wife and Harry fucking again. The bedroom window faces out onto the 
driveway and customers needed to walk past it to get to the yard. The 
curtain was open and they were both clearly visible on our marital bed, 
frantically banging away doggy style. I felt my erection return as I 
watched them through the open window.

Just then a car pulled in and I recognised it as Julie, one of our 
customers here to tend to her horse. I walked on through to the yard 
before she saw me and I started working with the horses. Feeding and 
doing a quick groom. Julie walked in about ten minutes later even though 
it was less than 50 yards from the parking. She was frowning and looked 
at me as the sounds of my wife's orgasm came from the house behind her.

"John," she said, uncertain, "er, is there something you want to talk 
about...?"

I smiled grimly and said "No thanks" and turned away to carry on 
working. I could only guess at what she was thinking but she left me alone.

Four more customers arrived shortly, each one had to have passed our 
bedroom window and although the sounds of sex had stopped, it was clear 
that each had seen the two together and there were many huddled 
conversations amongst themselves as they looked over their shoulders at me.

An hour or so later, Vanessa and Harry entered the yard. She was wearing 
one of her new short-hemmed sundresses and he just his pair of shorts. 
They walked hand-in-hand and then after saying hello to the customers, 
and without a glance at me, got on with the day's work. The morning's 
customers were very frosty towards them, and I heard Julie whisper 
"Slut!" to my wife, who ignored it. As Harry took a wheelbarrow load of 
muck to the heap, I approached my wife;

"Vanessa...?" I began.

"I don't want to talk about it," she replied immediately, clearly 
expecting an argument.

"But?" I sounded wheedling and petty even to myself.

"No. It is what it is. I can't explain and won't change. Let it be, 
John. Let us be."

Harry then returned and smiled at me; a man who was the epitome of 
beaming confidence. He grabbed my wife by the waist and twirled her 
around in the stable. As she spun around, the edges of her dress rose up 
and I could clearly see she had no underwear on. Immediately my dick 
went hard knowing she really was a slut and had come out to be with 
customers so exposed.

Harry unclipped a lead-rope from a nearby headcollar and looped it over 
Vanessa's hands, then tied the end to a ring low in the wall so she was 
forced to bend over.

He then lifted up the rear of her dress, revealing her naked arise and 
cunt to us both. He slapped one buttock heavily, leaving a red 
hand-shaped welt and pulled down his shorts. Without ceremony, he stuck 
his enormous cock in my wife's already wet snatch and started fucking 
her brutally. I was shocked, standing in the door watching my wife get 
thoroughly ploughed by the hired help, yet seemingly incapable of doing 
anything about it. She moaned, completely oblivious to me and our 
customers nearby.

A shadow passed the door and I heard a sharp intake of breath and "Oh my 
god!". I turned around to see Julie with her hand over her mouth 
watching the same as I. She stood here, wide-eyed, as my bond aged wife 
got hammered inside. She tore her gaze away long enough to ask me 
"What?" with her eyes, and all I could do was shrug ineffectually.

Two more of the ladies joined before Harry came explosively inside her 
and they stood behind me, whispering and giggling at what they had seen 
- excited and thrilled. This was not something one saw every day!

As Vanessa stood, bent over and gash weeping sperm, Harry motioned me 
inside and waved a hand at the cunt lewdly on display. Once my cunt, now 
his - inviting me to use it. I couldn't wait! I unbuckled my belt and 
was about to slide my own shorts down when Harry stopped me with a hand 
firmly on the chest. Not saying a word, he shook his head and simply 
stuck his tongue out and licked his lips. I had misunderstood - he 
didn't want me to fuck her, he wanted me to clean her!

I wasn't keen. This was too humiliating. But he spoke then, in a low but 
undeniably firm tone, "Do it." and I felt my knees buckling as I knelt 
in front of her. My tongue slipped out and I tasted first his seed, then 
her juices as I lapped delicately at her rear end. She in turn was 
wiggling back towards me, seemingly trying to separate her own lips. 
Harry pushed my head deeper than I intended and my nose wedged up tight 
against her anus and my tongue as deep as it would inside. I stayed 
there, kneeling on the stable floor cleaning my lodger's semen from my 
wife's vagina as a shocked trio of women watched from the doorway. The 
humiliation was overwhelming but surprisingly, not unenjoyable. My penis 
was rock solid and I had to free it. My hand wrapped around it as my 
tongue sloshed around inside her, bringing the delicious mixture closer 
so I could sweep it into my throat as I pumped my own shameful orgasm 
onto the ground between her feet.

When I had finished, Harry undid the lead rope and allowed my wife to 
stand up. Her dress fell back into position and she walked out past the 
gaping customers and returned to her chores. Somehow the day continued 
after that. My wife, Harry and I pretending nothing had changed and all 
three concentrating on work. We taught children in the afternoon, and 
when I went to collect my kids from school, Julie was at the school 
gates waiting for her own. She came over to me and gave me a surprising 
hug - we'd never been that close. She looked earnestly into my eyes and 
said that she was happy to talk about whatever I wanted to and that if I 
ever wanted anything that she was there for me. It felt nice to know 
somebody cared about me and I said I would.

===

Each evening, Harry and Vanessa slept and made love in our marriage bed, 
and I either slept on the sofa or in Harry's room. The kids had noticed 
things were changing and I made up all kinds of excuses to answer their 
questions. "Mummy's helping Harry to study", "Harry has a bad back and 
mummy's giving him a massage" but after a few days it was clear they 
didn't believe me, and Tommy asked flat out "Why aren't you doing 
anything, dad?"  and I just couldn't answer him. Society said I should 
fight it, but I wasn't able to. I loved my wife and was protecting her 
in a way. I listened to them fucking each night as I wanked alone. 
Sometimes they fucked in the stable yard, sometimes when customers were 
around. By now, the concern towards me by Julie and others changed to 
outright scorn when it became clear I wasn't going to do anything about it.

I wondered about this situation myself. I wasn't normally a pushover, I 
had opinions and voiced them strongly. I'd been in a few fights and 
wasn't always the loser. Yet here, I felt powerless. It wasn't just 
Harry's confidence and magnetism that held me, it was that my wife had 
so blatantly chosen him over me and hadn't offered me any explanation. 
I've never been a sexist man, I've believed that a woman is a man's 
equal and I have no right to impose my view on anyone. How could I tell 
her that she shouldn't do this? She was a grown-up and she knew her own 
mind. If she wanted to give herself to another man, who was I to tell 
her not to? It was as if I was waiting for the situation to become clear 
before I acted, and despite the evidence, I needed to hear it from her. 
But she gave so such explanation and just carried on. I was of course 
curious as to what was happening without my involvement, and where this 
was heading. I'd seen Vanessa's birth control pills thrown into the 
bedroom bin as I cleaned the house, so presumably he meant to impregnate 
her.

One evening, again with us in front of the TV. Harry was lying back on 
the sofa, with Vanessa leaning back towards him. They'd made love in our 
bed earlier and both showered together in the bathroom I had fitted. His 
hand was inside her dressing gown leisurely stroking her breast. Our 
kids normally stayed in their rooms most evenings, or went out, but 
lately Tommy in particular had started joining us, spending as much time 
watching Harry stroke his mother as the TV. This evening, Tracy also 
wondered in, but one glance at where Harry's hand was and she gave us 
all a filthy glance and turned on her heel back to her room. After she 
left, Tommy spoke up, his found somewhat hesitant - a change from his 
usual belligerent teenage self.

"Uh, can I see please?" he asked.

Harry, as acting head of the family, raised an eyebrow at him.  "See 
what, young man?"

Tommy blushed beetroot-red and nodded at Harry's hand, slowly moving 
under her dressing gown.

Harry grinned and with his other hand, reached across and slowly pulled 
back the lapel of the towelling gown revealing his large hand gently 
stroking and kneeding Vanessa's naked breast.  My wife went stiff and 
stared unseeing at the TV as this went on, but as Harry then pulled back 
the other lapel, baring her second breast, she closed her eyes and leant 
her head back towards him. This emboldened Tommy who leant forwards his 
his chair to get a better view.

"Wow..." he said softly, under his breath. My son pulled his pyjamas 
forwards slightly and re-arranged his equipment as it grew in response. 
Harry smiled at him, and then at me, and continued gently kneeding his 
woman's teat.

Harry released his gentle grip and slowly undid the soft fabric belt of 
her gown and slowly slid it free from its loops and from behind 
Vanessa's back. Taking it in two hands he placed it over her eyes and 
tied it behind her head a very effective blindfold. My wife relaxed 
somewhat more with this, seemingly releasing herself from any control, 
even when Harry motioned to Tommy to pull back the lower halves of the 
gown.

Tommy, actually sweating, crawled on his hands and knees closer. I noted 
with sadness that even he, my own boy, didn't ask for my permission as 
he uncovered his mother's legs and groin.

I was stunned yet again, seeing my wife allow this, and also that her 
pubic hair had entirely disappeared. Clearly that shower earlier and the 
giggling that went on was involved.

Tommy, bolder and bolder, pushed her legs apart and she didn't resist. 
Perhaps she was fooling herself that the blindfold meant she didn't know 
who was doing this, but with Harry's hand back at her breast, it was 
obvious it wasn't him with a hand on each knee. Hesitantly, Tommy 
reached out with an outstretched finger and bluntly poked the naked 
vagina with his finger. As his mother didn't react, he tried again, this 
time pushing it at the entrance of her slit and pushed, but he was too 
high. Puzzled, he looked up at Harry who, smiling beneficently, reached 
down with he free hand and guided Tommy's finger lower and angled it 
upwards so that when Tommy gently pushed again, it slid inside to his 
first knuckle, then his second, then all the way. He retracted it and 
stared in rapt wonder at the moistness of the lips clinging to his 
finger as he pulled out.

Looking upwards past his mother's impassive and blindfolded face, he 
said; "Uncle Harry, do you think I could...?"

Harry knew what he meant.

"Tommy, son, call me dad and you may."

My heart sunk with those words. Harry was replacing me in every way.

Tommy, trembling with eagerness, quickly nodded and said "Thanks, Dad" 
and stood up to push his pyjama trousers down, freeing a very erect 
penis. Kneeling quickly in front of his mother, he pulled her roughly to 
the edge of the sofa and without any finesse, jabbed his pulsing cock 
towards the velvet tunnel that brought him into the world. With his 
experience of his finger, he was able to position his purple helmet at 
the fleshy, pink gates and with one push, both made my wife unfaithful 
again and performed incest. He thrust without subtlety. In, out, and in 
again. His orgasm was sudden and explosive, his whole body arching into 
rigidity as he thrust forwards and released his incestuous seed into his 
own mother, my wife, as I sat on the next chair and she was held by her 
other lover. My own voyeur's orgasm was less noticeable but left my 
underpants damp.

As Tommy withdrew, a large white dollop of his semen oozed from between 
the neatly shaven lips of Vanessa. Her face showed no emotion, as if she 
had transported her mind elsewhere whilst her body was used in this 
unholy way.

He smiled at Harry and said, "Thanks Dad" again, and as he pulled his 
pyjamas back up, he reached forwards and roughly squeezed one of her 
breasts, which once had fed him milk, then left and returned to his bedroom.

Harry grinned at my shocked face and undid the belt around Vanessa's 
eyes. She blinked a few times in the light, then resumed watching TV as 
if nothing had happened, still lewdly arranged at the edge of the sofa, 
gown open and her son's sperm oozing out of her crack. Harry cradled one 
breast still and continued watching with her.

========

The next night, I woke from my place on the sofa to see my naked son 
padding softly across the hallway to their bedroom. Shortly afterwards, 
the sounds of lovemaking started again, and I could only imagine the 
orgy going on in the next room. Several times I heard Harry's deep voice 
coaching, teaching and encouraging Tommy, and Vanessa was no longer 
silent, she was now an active participant. I grabbed my erect penis and 
rubbed it to climax to their sounds, before returning to sleep as I was 
cuckolded by my son and his new father.

========

And still our life went on. The business did well, with Vanessa and 
Harry now making most of the decisions. They told me what to do, 
treating me as an employee, and I was allowed to leave the yard early to 
run errands, such as fetch the kids, go shopping, clean the house and 
the sex-soiled sheets and cook us all meals. Of course Harry and Vanessa 
were having sex frequently, sometimes in front of paying customers. 
Thankfully, Tommy's own shyness stopped him being overtly sexual with 
his mother around strangers, I think that would have definitely been a 
step too far for the world to understand. More than once I saw Harry and 
Vanessa being watched in their lewd displays by our female clients, and 
more than once I saw these watchers rubbing their crotches as they 
watched, or twisting a nipple through their blouse.s The sexual nature 
of the yard had changed so much it was affecting them too. Most of these 
ladies were married housewives, who kept a horse for pleasure and 
exercise - and as word spread, our customers grew. Each had friends 
visit more than would have been usual before, but none of it changed 
Harry's behaviour. If he wanted sex, he took it. And not just with 
Vanessa who, although always submissive and allowed him to use her 
however and wherever he wanted, but Harry also had affairs with several 
of these married housewives. Sometimes he fucked them in a stable, 
sometimes in the hayloft. Sometimes with Vanessa involved, sometimes by 
himself. I'd even seen Vanessa kneeling in front of a bale of straw with 
her face buried in Julie's cunt as she gave her a screaming orgasm. 
Julie, our longest serving customer, who was happily married to a 
stockbroker!  I had no idea either was bisexual, but in our new world, 
this was pretty much the norm. Normal is defined as how you behave, and 
we behaved this way.

One day one of the customers' husbands found out she had been unfaithful 
to him and he came marching into the yard, shouting at anyone who would 
listen that he wanted Harry, here, now - and that he would "Damned well 
fucking kill him!" Harry was out teaching a ride then, but my wife, 
bless her, intercepted this angry man and tried to calm him down, taking 
him into the tack room for a cup of tea and a chat. I stuck my head 
around the door half an hour later and saw his white arse pumping up and 
down between my wife's naked thighs.  It would seem she had been 
successful. He left quietly a few minutes later, tucking in his shirt as 
he walked past the gossiping women customers.

I adapted to this life remarkably quickly, finding many stresses and 
worries lessened as I was no longer responsible as head of the family. I 
was just "John, he works here". None of the new sexuality involved me, I 
was nothing compared to Harry and Vanessa who oozed sexuality as well as 
the occasional other body fluid. None of the women approached me, and I 
was never invited into any of the unions, either in the yard or back at 
home. I watched so I was the watcher. Silently pumping my fist and not 
bothering anyone with my shameful orgasms.

=======

I suppose it was inevitable that Tracy, our daughter, became involved. 
Her initial repugnance had softened, partly due to my own acceptance and 
her seeing that I wasn't angry, and she was polite to Harry and her 
mother again.  One evening, as Tommy and Vanessa were noisily fucking in 
the main bedroom, I saw Harry, wearing my silk pyjama bottoms - a 
birthday present to me from my wife, pad across the hall and knock 
softly at Tracy's door, before waiting a moment and going in. He left 
the door slightly opened behind and curious, I crept closer and listened.

"Hi Tracy, I was wondering how you are?"

"Uh, okay, I guess." she answered. She sounded suspicious.

The sound of skin slapping together and grunts echoed through the house 
as her brother and mother fucked two opened doors away.

"You know, " continued Harry, "it worries me that you're shut alone in 
here most evenings whilst we're being sociable. I'd like to help you 
enjoy things a little more, you know."

"No thanks, Uncle Harry. I'm only 15 and I've never done anything like 
that before." I could imagine her wrinkling her nose in disgust in that 
cute way she has.

Tommy and Vanessa climaxed in noisy union. Clearly his technique had 
improved markedly under his 'parents' tuition.

"Oh, love," - such tenderness in Harry's voice. "I know you're scared, 
but this is really the most beautiful thing two people can do together. 
Let me ask you a simple question, Do you trust me, Tracy?"

Tracy was quiet for a moment, then "I guess so."

"Do you think I'm attractive, Tracy?"

More silence, then "I suppose."

There was soft rustling and creaking from her bed.

"Have you seen a man naked before, like this?"

A short delay before my daughter answered, "No, not in real life. 
Your... penis... is much larger than I thought it would be."

"Touch it, Tracy. Feel it's warmth."

"No, I shouldn't. Dad wouldn't be pleased."  I felt some pride in myself 
and her then.

"You mean John? He's not your Dad any more. I'm your father now, Tracy. 
I love you and will protect you more than he can. A father should be 
strong, not weak." Harry was right, and my pride dissolved to shame. I 
should be stronger, I should be protecting my little girl. But I 
couldn't. I could only crouch outside her door listening whilst an 
older, perverted man seduced her in her own bed.

Tracy didn't answer. I could imagine her sitting there, eyes wide, scared.

"I said, feel it, Tracy."  a hardness was entering Harry's voice now. It 
was clear where this was heading.

A quiet sound of movement again, then Harry sighed, "There, that's nice."

"It's much harder than I expected."

"Put your other hand down here, child, and feel my balls. Careful now, 
don't squeeze the balls, just play gently with them. Roll them around 
gently in your palm."

"Your skin is softer than I expected too."

"Good. Now, Tracy, remove your night-gown."

"No, I can't..." she answered.

"Now!" he ordered.

More creaking from her bed and a quiet feminine sob.

"Very nice, Tracy. You have a woman's body, it is perfect. You should 
not hide such beauty. "

I couldn't contain myself any longer and gently pushed the door inwards. 
It betrayed me with a creak.

"Dad...?" came a plaintive cry from within. A gentle cry for help, for 
protection. I stayed quiet, hidden in the shadows. I could no more 
protect her than walk to the moon.

Harry spoke, "Hush, sweet child. I said I'm your father now. Lay back 
against the pillows."

I peeped around the edge of the door now and saw my 15 year old 
daughter, my precious princess, laying back on her bed, her young and 
perfect body glowing in the soft moonlight. Her eyes were tight shut and 
her tiny fists clenched tight as she surrendered to the dark and muscled 
shape of this man who lay alongside her. I watched as his hand traced 
lazy and light patterns around her face, down her neck, alongside her 
torso, around her thighs. Tracing back up, circling her already 
significant breasts then down to the blonde hair of her groin. His 
fingers must have stroked her labia as she inhaled sharply.

"...no...  ...please... ...not there..." she quietly protested.

More creaking from the bed as Harry shifted his position. He took a 
pillow from the head of the bed and telling Tracy to raise her hips, 
slid it underneath her. Then he positioned himself low down between her 
legs and moved his face towards her sex.

"A woman must be ready for sex, Tracy. I am proud to be your first and 
as your new father, it is my right to know and love what I protect. 
Whilst I watch over you, you are safer than any person alive. I have 
only your interests in my heart and I am honoured to be the first man to 
unleash your sexuality. Relax, my child, let me demonstrate..."

In the moonlight, I saw his head dip low and lapping noises came from 
the bed. I imagined his tongue, slipping up and down outside her 
entrance, then flicking in and along.

 From my position hunched by the door, I could only see the side view of 
this erotic coupling, and watched as my daughter's tense posture 
gradually relaxed and then saw the first lift of her hips as she 
responded to his expert tongue. Suddenly both her hands shot up from her 
sides and grabbed his head by the hair, forcing it hard into her crotch 
as she cried out in surprise at her very first orgasm.

As the waves of pleasure passed her, she relaxed her grip and lay 
panting back. Harry emerged from between her thighs and I could see the 
wetness smeared around his grinning face.

"Beautiful child! You are better than I have dreamed, and you taste 
divine! But that was just the first course, now comes the mains!" and he 
positioned his huge cock at the entrance to her sweet virginal hole.

"Relax and it won't hurt a bit..." he said and gently tensed his muscled 
buttocks and pushed his penis into her.

My daughter was of course an expert horserider, and he hymen must have 
been lost many years ago. It looked from my position that Harry just 
slid himself gently into her, full length, in one motion. I saw no signs 
of distress from Tracy, just relaxed and pleasured acceptance.

With no more words, Harry started his slowly accelerating pace. Pumping 
in, out, in, out. Gradually Tracy responded, instinct wrapping her pale 
thighs behind his back to allow him even deeper penetration.

In. Out. In. Out. Faster. Faster. I saw Harry arch his back and cry out 
"God! God! I'm coming, you darling beautiful child of mine!" as he shot 
his seed deep into the womb of my virgin daughter. She orgasmed for the 
second time as she felt his hot semen fill her private and unprotected 
tunnel.

I shook my head, seemingly awaking from a daze, to realise my own pants 
were wet with my own seed yet again. I shamefully crept away from the 
door and went back to the sofa to sleep.

=======

In the morning, I made breakfast and took it to each bedroom on trays. 
My son and my wife were spooning where they had finished fucking last 
night - his penis still inside her anus where she had seemingly allowed 
him to penetrate. I woke them with a smile and left the tea and toast on 
the side table.  I then knocked at my daughter's room and entered, 
finding them both awake already. Harry was lying back on her soft, pink 
bed whilst she, naked as the day I'd seen her born, rode him gently up 
and down in a reverse cowgirl position. She met my gaze as I entered but 
kept her rhythm, riding up and down on this usurper's cock as I placed 
the breakfast tray on a nearby chair and drew back the curtains. I 
stopped for a moment to marvel at the sensuality and sexuality of this 
union, and how perfect a body my little girl had. She had passed puberty 
some years before and she looked so much like my wife when we met, and 
she had the same young, tight and fit body that it transported me back 
and I briefly imagined I was the one underneath her, giving her a new 
horsey to ride.

I turned and left, none of us having spoken a word.

=======

Most nights, indeed most evenings were spent with the four of them 
enjoying each others bodies sexually. Tommy, of course, spent a lot of 
time with Julie, fucking as brother and sister. I suspect Tommy and 
Harry also fucked, and I know for certain that mother and daughter 
sometimes licked each other to orgasm before penetration from the men as 
they watched.

In the small hours of one morning, as I lay dozing on my customary sofa, 
Tracy entered the living room, naked. Wordlessly, she reached for my 
penis and squeezed it to erectness. Pushing me back, she sat astride me 
and guided my cock into her vagina. Within seconds of feeling my own 
daughter's tight, slick and slippery vagina embrace my dick, I spurted 
up inside her. Tracy kissed me on the forehead, climbed off and left. I 
lay there confused. I thought about her actions and eventually concluded 
she had treated me to a 'pity fuck', perhaps being sad that I was sat 
alone whilst they all enjoyed themselves.  That was the first time I had 
had sex with anyone since Harry had arrived, and the last for many, many 
months.

Our life continued. Both Vanessa and Tracy got pregnant at around the 
same time and continued to be sexually active right up until the births. 
I didn't  know who the fathers were, whether they were Harry, Tommy, my 
own brief spurt or at least one of the customer's husbands who Vanessa 
had fucked. I guess it didn't matter much, I would continue to serve 
them all and the new additions to our family.

The End.

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