Karl didn't think he could love his wife any more then he already did but she surprised him last night. They had always been traditional and not very kinky so when she brought a vibrating finger attachment to bed he pictured her going into the store to purchase it and he felt himself swell from the memory. She had become more adventuresome lately and he welcomed the change although he didn't understand it.
The first time he saw Nicole, he was the attending physician at the ER the night her husband had his accident. Karl fought for hours to keep him alive knowing if he saved him his life would be a worse kind of hell then he was in now. He came in unconscious and Karl was sure that soon after impact he would have been out so he doubted he felt much pain. He felt him slipping away and prayed for his soul as it became futile to keep trying to revive him.
At first sight of Nicole's face, her tragic look of concern heightened by a frail figure and a stomach larger than any he had seen in a woman her size, he'd fallen in love with her. Her petite frame invaded by her babies with her dark hair and creamy skin. She was stunning pregnant.
He carefully walked towards her slowly, "I'm afraid ..."
Nicole started screaming, "No, please God no. He's not dead; please tell me he's not dead."
Karl walked towards her gently cradling her hands in his own saying, "I'm so sorry, he's gone." Nicole's legs buckled and she began to drop. He reached around her waist and held her. He was still holding her 18 years later.
Her daughters loved him and to him they were his own. He was so proud of them. He had put them in the finest schools and helped them with their college applications. Both had been accepted at all their alternates and had decided they would attend Yale that fall. He was staggered by the tuition bill for that first quarter but had a healthy trust fund building since he married their mother in case such an event might occur. He had brought her twins up right. Neither was allowed to date until they were of age. The girls were more interested in community, school, and being active in their church so they didn't complain too much about how strict Karl & Nicole were on dating.
The girls were identical twins and had grown into beautiful women. Karl loved walking around with them, his future Yale graduates. Both had their mother's beauty with dark hair and perfect skin. They were both fit and impossible to tell apart. Melinda was the oldest by about 10 minutes and was more adventurous. She was bold and daring. Jennifer was more cautious and serious. She was more conservative then her older sister. Both had breasts that were perfectly shaped and a little on the large size for their tiny frames. Karl was often annoyed by the gawking that happened when men noticed them. He was especially pissed when he saw men become aroused around his daughters. This sent him into a rage that almost cost him dearly but he made due with dirty looks and kept his fists at his sides.
Karl hunkered down with his NASCAR video in one hand. He flipped on his 3D flat screen TV with the surround sound turned on and popped the top off his beer ready to watch the race. He heard this was a great one with some crazy accidents. What he wasn't expecting was that his wife had taped over his NASCAR. He was a little disoriented. He saw his wife with someone he didn't recognize and nausea set in as he realized that he was watching the beginning of a sex tape.
The stranger touching his wife was wearing the finger attachment she had introduced him to.... he watched as his stomach turned and his head began to pound, the vein on his forehead rising as soon her hips would be rushing up to meet the stranger in his bed doing things to his wife he'd never even heard of. He listened to his wife's voice moaning and calling out. Karl in agonizing pain watched the tape beginning to end. It felt like someone had cut his chest opened, ripped his heart out, and was stabbing it repeatedly with a blunt object.
He wanted to kill her. He wanted to destroy her. Then it came to him. What she cherished most were her twins. He had an Ivy League pile of money to spend and an excuse to rape his daughters. He was pissed, he was vengeful, and he was rock hard. Watching another man fuck his wife got him really in the mood to shop the adult toy store. If she thought her little finger attachment was hot. He was going to go on the biggest shopping spree the local sex store had ever seen. His first stop would be "Fry's" to pick up multiple high end camcorders with enough tape for editing and mixing all the different angles he'd planned on filming with her twins. She was going to see the tip of his penis entering each virginal daughter as they screamed and kicked. He was going to capture the expressions on their faces and on the face of the twin he wasn't fucking as she watched. He went for his wallet and the door.
He didn't even remember the drive as he pulled into "Fry's" knowing some happy employee would be hitting pay dirt with commission. Their top of the line camcorders filmed images in 3D no need for glasses. He loved the details and the sales pitch. He picked up 5 JVC GS-TD1B 3D camcorders with a few wall mounts and tripods for capturing 4 different angles of the twin he was fucking and 1 to film the girl who would be watching her sister get fucked. This stop cost him a little over $9,000. He wondered how much he would be spending at the next few stops getting all the sex gear.
He pulled into the parking lot of "Lover's Package" also not remembering much of the drive. He was going to need help shopping with the amount of toys he was planning to purchase. Luckily the two employees helping him were accommodating. He let them know he was having a swinger's party and wanted everything they had. He bought vibrating strap ons with little cocks, huge cocks, he bought nipple clamps, leashes, a ball gag, and he took his time with the restraints. He found one that was a Velcro sheet with several straps that could be released and moved so he could reposition the girls as his mood suited him. He was worried the girls could get free but the salesperson assured him that the Velcro had a good enough grip that whoever he put that on wouldn't be able to get out.
He bought paddles, he bought lubricants, and he bought drinks to make them more sensitive. He bought a sex ramp. He'd never been in a store like this. He cherished his wife and God. This was all very new to him. Looking at some of the items he was buying he felt himself get aroused as he pictured his daughters. They loved and admired him. He was their daddy. They were his little girls. He picked up a paddle and slapped the side of his leg feeling an uncomfortable sting. He'd never spanked his daughters growing up. He'd never needed to.
He'd restrain Jennifer first while she slept and put on a blindfold (before she woke up), full restraints, ball gag, ear plugs and muffs. Jennifer wouldn't hear him, see him, she wouldn't be able to call out or move. He wanted to restrain her neck, both her hands, her legs with her knees loose enough he could pull them up. Jennifer wouldn't know her father was the one fucking her or be able to scream or even move. He'd be in complete control.
Then he'd get her sister and put her into wrist restraints only so she could flail around and scream and kick and raise hell. He knew she would. Then they would have to both be patient while he set up all his camera gear and figured out where they needed to be. He wanted his wife to get the full edited view from all angles including those cherished close up shots. These girls were both virgins and they would be screaming "daddy" in many different ways. His wife wouldn't be home from her rounds until the morning. He could take all night being as loud as he wanted. No one would hear.
His daughters would be turning 18 and at midnight daddy would be there with all their gifts. They would be of age and ready for their coming out party.
