Domming Daughter Dani – Part 28 of 51 – SHARIN’ CARYN

By Dutchboy

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Story codes: mdom, male dominant, incest, inc, true, bdsm, some pedo, spanking, mmf and mff. 

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This is a Fast Forward.

- Caryn and I managed to heal up our infidelity issues and move on with our life. I finally fell in love with my wife. In many respects we were still mismatched. She watched too much TV and lived her life around the fortunes of sitcom characters. I read a lot of books on chemical engineering and went back to college at nights to pick up some chemistry basics. But... yaknow... love is funny. After her ordeal with Dutch I felt Caryn’s loyalty as viscerally as I could feel my own foot. I needed loyalty. I got loyalty.

- Dani grew.

- Caryn’s asshole took a lot longer to heal than our marriage. Just when it would finally stop bleeding when she pooped and we thought Dutch’s calling card was in the past, it would rip out again. After six months I made her go to a doctor and she ended up getting a couple of stitches in her pooper. That fixed her ripped ass once and for all. It also embarrassed the hell out of her, which was great.

- Dani grew.

- Caryn’s depression issues faded. She got better. We got better. I got raises at work. Caryn got raises at work. We scraped together the down payment on a starter home.

- My girlfriend Amber graduated and left town for a TV station job in San Diego. I hate to admit it, but my marriage improved when I stopped fucking my part-time pussy.

- Dani grew.

- My lawyer sent a letter to Maxine. Eight months later we received a reply back from somebody’s lawyer that said -- essentially -- “Thanks for acknowledging your paternity. We don’t really want to deal with you right now, but we reserve the right to fuck with you in the future.” Fine by me. Every month that went by without me cutting a custody check was a gift.

- Dani grew.

- Sex with Caryn was good. Great even. I kept up all my Dom duties, including making her kneel and beg to come to my bed and night and asking permission to leave my bed in the morning. But after the big high of her affair and the episode with Master Dutch, regular old nasty married sex seemed kind of anti-climatic, if you’ll pardon the pun.

- Before Dani turned five, we bought our first house. Dutch brought us some champagne and walked the “Ten Step Tour.” You could see every room in the whole house in ten steps. (An exaggeration, but not much of one.) Caryn ended up on her knees between us again, sucking us both as we sat on our couch. I creamed my load in Caryn’s mouth. Dutch asked me if he could fuck Caryn and I let him. He slutfucked her missionary, again on the living room couch. Caryn came and Dutch spermed her twat. It was a damn good time. Caryn walked around the house humming for two days afterwards.

For weeks after Dutch’s encore, Caryn and I had bedtalk almost exclusively focused on her talking about what a good fuck Dutch was. I wanted her to make me jealous. It sparked my animal brain into another gear and I deep-dicked Caryn in an homage to my constantly-horny teenage self. Caryn liked the game, and she liked the pounding her pussy took when we were playing it.

One evening after Dani was put to bed, Caryn came to me while I was working a circuit board project at my workbench in the basement and she asked if we could talk.

“Shoot,” I said.

“No, I mean talk talk. Upstairs. Official husband and wife talk.”

I asked if something was wrong. She assured me it was not. I unplugged my soldering iron and followed her upstairs to the kitchen table.

“I don’t want to make you mad. I’m just trying to communicate with you,” Caryn said. She rubbed the back of my hand on the table. “I’m trying not to have a fight.”

“Uh, I have no idea where you are going with this.”

“I know. This is hard to say. I... Well... You know when Dutch was over last week?”

“Of course?”

“Skip, how do I say this?”

“You don’t want to be whored out to my friends any more,” I answered flatly.

Caryn looked at me and smiled. “No, Skip, I’m trying to say the exact opposite.”

“You want to fuck Dutch more?”

“Well, yes and no. Dutch is great... Well, aside from ripping my asshole in half and tying me into a pretzel for four hours--”

“Two hours,” I corrected.

“Too many hours,” Caryn continued, “Aside from that, being the party favor for you two is a lot of fun. A lot of fun. When you two put me on the bed that time and you were spinning me between sucking and fucking your cocks? Remember that?”

“Vividly.”

“Do you have any idea how many times I masturbated to that memory? Hundreds of times. That was like the best sex of my entire life. And it wasn’t really about Dutch, so much as it was being under the command of two really strong guys at the same time. Skip, that night was awesome. My ego was the size of the Goodyear blimp when you two were fucking me senseless. It’s just so much goddamn fun to get fucked while I’m sucking a hard cock.”

I said nothing. I tried to process what she was saying.

Caryn continued, “When Dutch was here last week, it really sparked my sex ego all over again. It brought it all back. I’ve had a wet pussy almost constantly since then.”

Caryn took a deep breath. “Look, there’s this salesman from Cisco, one of our wholesalers for Campus Food Services, and he’s cute as fuck. He’s been eying me and flirting with me for the last year.  And yesterday... Don’t get mad, Dutch, hear me out... Yesterday I had this thought of ‘Wow. I could totally fuck that guy and it might mean that I get to be a bitch sandwich for hubs and Dutch one more time.’ ”

“Uh oh,” I grimaced.

“No,” Caryn smiled. “No, Mr. Suspicious. I didn’t DO it. I just thought about it. And then I thought... ‘Why the fuck do I have to put my marriage in jeopardy when maybe all I really need to do is talk to my husband about maybe having another guy with us once in a while. Maybe not Dutch specifically. Dutch is fine, but there’s nothing really special about Dutch besides the fact that he’s familiar and that big cockhead of his rubs the slut-button in the top of my pussy.”

“You want to be a swinger? You want to swap?”

Caryn hedged. “Ehhhnnn... I don’t know so much about ‘swap.’ I want you to be part of anything. I want you there. The thought of being given to a stranger or another couple without you being there scares the shit out of me. Swinger? I guess. I guess that’s what I’m thinking. I just thought of it more as an adventure.” 

“If you get two dicks, then I get two pussies,” I said.

Caryn laughed. “Uh, yeah! You never needed my okay for that before didja?”

“I mean at the same time. You and another girl at the same time.”

“I know what you mean, Skip.” Caryn sighed. “Fine, bring her over. I’ll try not to be insanely jealous as long as she’s not a bitch to me. Hell, I’m surprised you never brought us together before to punish me or something.”

Took me that long to figure out that Caryn thought I meant sexing Amber and her at the same time.

I laughed hard. “No! Jesus! She’s been gone forever. Years!” I lied.

“Really?”

“She moved to the West Coast years ago!”

“Oh,” said Caryn flatly. “Well then who are you talking about?”

“I don’t fucking know,” I laughed. “Just somebody. You get a boy, I get a girl. Why? Who are YOU talking about? Mr. Cisco?”

Caryn smiled. “No. Trust me, I fantasized about you two while I was in the shower just this morning, but I know better than to shit where I eat. Nobody from my work.”

“Then who are you thinking about?”

“Hell, I don’t know, Skip! Isn’t that something you can handle? You didn’t have any problem rounding up a tag team before. Put a personal ad in the paper? Maybe you know somebody else? Hell, I dunno how this works. You know what I like.”

I nodded. I knew what she liked.

God. All that fucking honesty. It was great. I was a lucky guy. 

They say that “swinging” or “the lifestyle” will end a bad marriage and strengthen a good marriage. I guess that’s true.

In the three years between when Dani started kindergarten and just after she turned eight, I set Caryn up with four different guys. It was a college town. Finding young horny dudes who wanted to fuck a hot 25 year old submissive knockout was like shooting fish in a barrel.

Those adventures with Caryn and her boys are fodder for a another series of true jerk stories. I won’t go into details in this one. We lucked into four really cool guys. Never had a creep or a crazy. We usually had three or four “adventures” with each guy, but Caryn was really hot for one of the guys so we had six adventures with him before I cut her off.

Each guy spawned a hundred slutty bedtime sex sessions between just Caryn and I. It drove me to animal frenzy to hear her go on about the delicious taste of Trevor’s come while I fucked her. Or have her purr around a slurpy blow job about how Christopher’s cock seemed to curve “just the right way” to make her pussy cream so hard when it rubbed the slut spot in the deep, deep, very deep, back of her pussy.

Good times. Good times.

I never had my two girl adventure with Caryn though. Just never came together. We talked about it all the time. But all of Caryn’s friends were work friends. You couldn’t find a quality bitch for double-sucking in the Classifieds of the student newspaper. Hundreds of coed cuties were looking for their first lesbo experiment, but nobody looking to share a husband with a married hottie.

C’est la vie.

So... Finally... This brings us to Dani. My daughter. The girl I groomed into my sex toy.

There was actually some overlap in the timeline when Caryn was getting double-teamed by the local boys and when I started to groom Danielle in earnest, but the pedos are all chapter-skipping to get to this part so I tried to keep the pedo part of the story all together in one spot. 

Here we go.