I looked at Carol and half smiled. She seemed to smile back.
"Look, Carol, this is all getting just –"
"Shhhh! If Stan hears you we'll both be for it. Just keep doing what you're told and everything will be fine."
At this moment Stan walked into the kitchen and laughed at me, my now shrivelled cock still cradled in my hand. He then sat on one of the kitchen chairs and stared at me for a few minutes. I felt very uncomfortable but didn't dare let go of myself in case it angered him.
"Carol," he finally spoke. "Make him hard, there's a doll. And you can start wanking again while I talk."
Carol came over and started to play with me, stretching my balls, rolling the head of my cock between her fingers. I was quickly hard again and she left me to pump myself. Somehow this felt worse than in front of the teenager.
"I had a phone call this morning, from an old business associate," Stan started. "He's coming into town next weekend and wants some easy sex. Normally I'd just hire a hooker for him but then I had a better idea. Well, actually, Carol had a better idea." They exchanged a secret smile. "We figured it would be nice if Jackie did the honours."
I stopped mid-stroke. I couldn't believe what Stan had just said. Or what Carol had instigated.
"I didn't say stop."
Stan stood up and walked towards me. I started pumping again, feverishly, my hand a blur but it was all too little, too late. Stan punched me hard in the stomach and I fell into a heap on the floor. He stared down at me then he undid his fly, took out his cock and pissed on my face. The hot urine splashed all over my face and neck. He managed to get a lot of it in my mouth and I felt myself gagging. Finally he finished and, after putting himself away, sat back down.
"It's up to you to convince her it's a good idea," Stan continued as if nothing had happened. "But she has to agree to it. You have until Saturday week. I will give you more details later but there are a few things you must do. He will wear a condom when he fucks your wife. When he has finished he will give it to you. You are to put it on yourself and, once he's gone, fuck her as well. When you have finished, you must come straight over here wearing nothing but the condom. Is that clear?" I grunted through my pain. He poked me with his foot. "IS THAT CLEAR?"
"Yes," I strained.
"Good. Now clean up that piss, with your tongue first, then finish with the mop. And after that I'm going to fuck your face again." He left the room.
Painfully I started licking the floor, my arse in the air, my face in his piss. I was totally degraded. I didn't feel I could get any lower. I still licked the floor clean though. And then I mopped it. The kitchen floor gleamed when I'd finished.
When I'd finished Carol led me into the living room. Stan was sitting watching the tv in his boxers, a beer in his hand. He waved me over, pulled me to the floor in front of him and took his cock out. I open my mouth and started sucking him off. He was hard and hot, his circumcised head felt huge between my lips as he started to buck. He was fucking my mouth harder with each stroke, desperate to come. Suddenly he pushed my head away and started pulling himself, faster and faster. I played with his balls, softly squeezing them. Then suddenly his cock was once more in my mouth and his hands were either side of my head. He pulled me up and down on him, fucking me with a mad frenzy. Then he came with a loud growl his cream squirting into my mouth, down my throat, his cock getting harder, like steel, before starting to subside. I sucked him dry, licking him clean.
"Ahhhh," he grunted in pleasure as his cock shrunk in my mouth. "One more thing. I'm going to give you a digital camera and electronic motion detector. I want you to set them up in your house. I want you to get me some pictures of your daughter without her knowing. Her bedroom is probably the best bet but the bathroom may work as well." He then reached down and forced his index finger into my mouth, between my lips. He started to push it in and out.
"Purse your lips," he said as he laughed at me. "You can have the camera until Saturday week, when you can bring it with you. Make sure you examine the pictures because I'll be testing you on them. Is everything clear?" I nodded, his finger still between my lips. "Any problems?" I blinked back the tears but shook my head, totally defeated. "Good. Now as a sign of good faith, I want you to lick my arsehole."
He stood up, dropped his boxers and bent over. I shuffled behind him, leant forward, parted his cheeks and took a furtive lick of his smelly hole. But he was ready for me and backed onto my mouth, rubbing himself on my face. He then stood up, pulled his boxers back on and sat down.
"Go on," he said, "Fuck off. Carol, give him the camera."
I stood up and Carol handed me a box containing the camera and detector. I rushed into the back garden and was sick down a drain. I heaved up everything in my stomach. I felt like a piece of garbage. I felt less than human. Part of me wanted to tell Jackie, get it all out in the open but I knew what would happen. I knew I'd never see my daughter again. I'd be reduced to a nothing. Jackie was everything to me and I couldn't loose her.
I slowly got back to my feet and walked to the car. I was about to get in when I caught a smell of myself; stale piss and vomit. I went back to the drain, turned the hose on and washed myself down in the freezing water.
Eventually I sat in the car, naked and shivering, and I drove home slowly. I stopped a block from the house and got dressed, steeling myself for the tasks ahead. The guy having sex with Jackie wouldn't be too big a hurdle, I thought. We'd discussed having someone else join in for a while and I figured I could convince her she'd want it to happen for real. She was never keen on another woman but I think she'd be fine with another guy. The photographs of Sally were another matter. I could no doubt hide the camera in the bathroom without being found out. I could probably manage to get some good shots but could I look at them? The thought made me wince. If I'd had anything left in my stomach I think I'd have lost it then.
I drove the final block home and back to normalcy again. Jackie met me at the door, concerned at my shivering and Sally gave a spirited hello from the kitchen. All normal happy home stuff. I went upstairs to shower and change.
