The New Man of the House

------TOM------

I stayed up all night.

I watched the cameras and stroked myself. Basking in the twisted delight of my wife cuddled up to my son. Their naked bodies pressed together. I daydreamed about what I had seen on the cameras as I touched myself. Until I didn't have to daydream anymore.

Adam stirred in my bed, turning over and seeming to remember where he was. He caught sight of my wife's naked body.

"God damn." He mumbled in a gruff, morning voice. His hands running over Nicole's sleeping body, cupping and massaging each breast. He lowered his mouth to her nipple and began to suckle on her like he had so many years ago. But so, so different now.

Nicole's eyes drifted open and she slipped her arm around his head, massaging his hair as he pleasured her.

"Your father will be home soon sweetheart. Don't get too attached." She moaned in a giddy, playful voice.

Adam lifted his head, and Nicole's breast followed his mouth before his powerful suction released with a POP.

"We could change the locks. Why should we let him keep us from having fun? I doubt he can even get it up anymore." Adam laughed, rolling on top of her and sliding between her legs.

"Your father and I have a very active sex-life, Adam, be nice." She chided halfheartedly.

"Oh yeah? Who do you like fucking more?" Adam said and I saw his glutes tense as he thrust his pelvis forward.

Nicole's reaction was answer enough. Her whole body convulsed and she gripped the sheets of our bed as my son sunk himself inside of her. A pained squeal erupting from her.

"HOLY SHIT Adam you, you, YOU. I love your fucking dick baby I love you so much." Nicole wrapped her arms around his back as he buried his face in her neck.

I needed to check out of the hotel. It was almost time for me to leave. But my eyes were glued to the screen.

As he began thrusting inside of her, Nicole looked up towards the camera. Face twisted in sexual delight. She knew I'd be watching, and her eyes sent me an unspoken but desperate message.

"Drive slow"

Painfully, I closed the camera app and began getting my things together. I dropped the key at the front desk and got back in my car. I opened the camera app again and set my phone on my lap as I began driving home. For the next 10 minutes or so I drove towards the house as the slapping sounds of flesh on flesh and screamed obscenities from my wife filled every inch of my cars interior.

I parked just down the street from my house and continued watching the action on the cameras. For just a moment, the insanity of the situation washed over me again.

Here I was, obediently waiting down the street from my own home, watching as my son sent my wife into body-shaking, earth-shattering, orgasms. Caught between the apprehensive shame of what my life had become behind my back, and the small - but growing - wet spot on my dress pants where my hard cock was depositing precum.

"FUCK ADAM YESSSSSSSSS!" Nicole screamed gutturally as Adam buried himself inside of her and groaned himself. They lay together, eyes locked in passion as he delivered another load inside of her. The lovers embraced in a kiss for a moment before Nicole broke away.

"Okay sweetheart, that's it for now. He'll be back any minute. We should get cleaned up." She sighed as she stroked his hair, her voice clearly longing for more time with him.

He gave her one last kiss before standing up and removing his length from her, now hanging heavy between his legs and slick with their fluids.

"Hopefully he'll be tired from the trip and you can sneak away." He said, putting his shorts back on.

"Oh yeah, cause I'm quiet enough to 'sneak'," She laughed.

Adam chuckled and left the room.

Nicole fell back onto our bed, her breasts bouncing from the fall. She let out a heavy, satisfied breath as she pinched her nipples and shuddered slightly. A moment later she, too, stood and made her way to her phone on the nightstand and sent me a text.

"Like the show, cucky? Feel free to come home whenever"

In a daze, I closed the camera app and texted back.

"I'm right around the corner. Be there soon."

A few moments later I was pulling into my driveway, heart pounding anxiously in my chest. How long had it been since I've grappled with these feelings? This dread, the shame, the mind-altering arousal. This kink has a way of hijacking your rational thinking. Most men would be disgusted by what was happening. It was horrible. But I wasn't most men.

I took a deep breath to settle my nerves and keep my cock from exploding in my pants. After a moment of meditation, I cut off the engine and made my way into the house.

The living room was empty, and the house was silent. It was surreal to imagine that this house was filled with the sounds of screaming, incestuous, pleasure and slapping flesh just moments ago. Nicole would be in the shower, most likely, and who knows what Adam would be doing.

That curiosity was answered quickly though. I had just dropped my work bag by the door and put my keys back on the key-ring when Adam came around the corner from the kitchen.

"Hey pops, how was the trip?" He asked.

Adam was shirtless and wearing only basketball shorts. His hair was slick with sweat, the only indication of what he had been doing.

Suddenly, I felt so small in front of my son. I'd felt this type of humiliating comparison in the past with Nicole's other bulls, of course. I'd always just seen him as my confident, if a little headstrong, son. Full of all the typical teenage foolishness that's common for young men. But as he stood before me, drinking a water he'd gotten from the kitchen and sporting a grin that seemed to say, 'I know something you don't', I truly felt like more of a pathetic cuckold than ever. My relationship with my son had been completely flipped on it's head over the course of a few hours.

No. It had been upended for months at this point. I was just finally allowed to know.

"Uh... yeah g-good. How were things... here?" I stammered back, and I noticed his eyebrow shoot up curiously.

"Great! I didn't feel like going out last night so I just watched some Netflix with mom. Fun times." He replied, looking me up and down. Shit. Was I being weird?

"Cool yeah that's uh, that's great." I said, taking a deep breath and trying to force myself to make eye contact with him despite the fact that I felt like "CUCKOLD" was written on my forehead.

"I'm gonna go take a shower, wash the hotel off of me." I said, letting my eyes fall to the ground and walking past him. I felt like all the blood drained from my body. The humiliation was so fucking intense, and with that humiliation always came extreme arousal and a desperate need for MORE. This was going to be hard to balance, and much harder to actually keep a secret.

"Hey uh, thanks for keeping your mom company, I know she appreciates it." I said over my shoulder as I began to climb the stairs.

"My pleasure." He replied, as a chuckle escaped him.

My cock twitched at those words. We both knew what I was saying, even if he didn't really know why. Thank you Adam, for fucking my wife better than me. I know she appreciates your big cock more than my minuscule little dicklet.

God. Nicole was fucked up. And I'd follow her depravity anywhere.

------NICOLE------

When Tom came home, I was just finishing up washing all of Adam's cum off of and out of me. As I toweled off in front of the mirror and got some more, motherly, clothes on I couldn't help but smile ear to ear.

It

worked

.

I knew Tom was the ultimate cuck. I knew he loved the humiliation and the twisted and sick scenarios we had put ourselves in during our earlier years of engaging with this kink. But fucking our son was a whole new ballgame.

Fucking your husbands boss in front of him while you both say hurtful and cruel things to him is a level of perverted insanity I'd never thought we'd be able to surpass. But

this

was something else entirely. The absolute highest, socially unacceptable, and taboo form of cuckoldry. Sorry Tom, but you could never fuck me like your son does. Your teenage son has a bigger dick, better stamina, and fucks better than you ever will.

Oh, and he rearranged your daughters insides as well. I guess being a cock hungry whore runs in the family.

I giggled to myself in disbelief.

I had pretty much gotten over the shock, and various negative feelings society says I should have when my son cums on my tits or buries his cock in my throat. I can't imagine what it was like for Tom. But I was happy that he saw the situation for what it was. Perfect. Exciting. Convenient.

I exited the shower to see Tom on our bed, jerking his precious little dicklet, surely thinking about what had just happened.

I teased him until he exploded all over himself, then sent him off to the shower to clean up.

The rest of the day was pretty normal. Or, well, as normal as can be given the circumstances.

Adam mostly stayed in his room, playing video games I imagine, while Tom and I cuddled and watched TV. It was hard not to jump his bones immediately, but with Adam awake I thought it was probably for the best that we appear like everything is normal. God forbid Adam hear me call his father, "cucky" in the throes of passion or something like that.

I mean, how on Earth would Adam accept Tom's authority as his father if he knew that his dad

wanted

him to fuck me because he gets off on being an impotent, shrimp dicked, cuckold?

The boy was arrogant enough as it is, fucking his own mother only made it worse, and knowing his father was a cuck would just send him into overdrive. I'd seen firsthand how otherwise normal men can change into aggressive and cruel monsters when they find out their buddy is a cuck and wants them to fuck his wife. Adam would be insufferable. I felt a shiver run through my body at that thought, and a heat begin to grow in my core. Still, we'd have to figure SOMETHING out. I wanted Adam inside me basically 24/7, and it's not like Tom could go on 'work trips' every night.

But more than anything else, it was important to keep Adam in the dark. At least for now. That guaranteed I (and to a lesser extent Tom) stayed in control of the situation. If Adam knew how much I wanted to fuck him all the time, and that his father got off on it, this thing could easily spiral out of control. We were already playing with fire, there was no reason to add gasoline.

I'd been thinking about Adam fucking me all day as I cuddled with Tom and watched TV and later, when we chatted over dinner. I only briefly saw Adam when he came out to take dinner into his room, and then came back out later to drop his dish in the dishwasher. He was keeping to himself like he usually did these days when Tom was around. But I knew I'd be on his mind.

I'd caught him watching a video of us together on his phone AT THE DINNER TABLE just a couple days ago now. He'd wanted to have something to enjoy while Tom was around and we couldn't sneak away together. So I let him record from the cameras I'd installed, which was maybe a bit foolish on my part. He could be so fucking RECKLESS sometimes.

Regardless, it felt good. Being so deeply desired and lusted over. And all that youthful energy was intoxicating. We could go over and over and over again and he'd be rock hard again at the slightest touch. I was a bit obsessed myself. Cucking Tom was some of the most exciting times of our lives, and sneaking around with Adam had reignited that fire within me stronger than ever.

Almost too strong.

An episode of the show we were watching finished and I checked my phone. 10pm. I'd been squirming on the couch for the past hour. I needed to be FUCKED. NOW. God, how I went over 20 years without a real cock was almost incomprehensible now that I'd had a taste of it again. I don't think I could go back this time. I may not be able to get the cock I want tonight, but Tommy could get the job done.

I lifted Tom's arm off of me and sat up on the couch.

"Let's go.", I said, unable to camouflage my lust.

Tom's eyes went wide, and his body tensed up. A slow, nervous, smile spread across his face.

"I'm dying to get some good dick baby..." I moaned, grabbing my own breast over my shirt and softly biting my lip, "But, you'll have to do."

He gulped and shakily drew in air.

I stood off he couch and grabbed his hand, basically pulling him to his feet.

I barely looked back as I guided him, almost running, to the bedroom. We stormed past Adam's bedroom, and for a fraction of a second I considered just barging in. But sanity was victorious, and we instead stumbled into our bedroom. I fell backwards onto the bed as Tommy locked the door and jumped on top of me.

"God, I've been dying to taste you all day", He groaned as he lowered his mouth to mine.

We kissed, fast and sloppy, desperate for each other. I'd missed this. The passion between us that got brought out when I was getting dick on the side. Tommy might not be equipped in the way I need, but he sure knew how to set my body on

fucking fire

. Being a slut for big cocks was fun, but it wouldn't be half as fun if I wasn't humiliating and emotionally torturing my husband at the same time.

And he lovedddd the torture. I knew his little cuck-brain inside and out. He lived for this.

Tommy broke the kiss to bury his face in my neck, planting kisses there, and I took the opportunity to begin the mind-fuck.

"You want to taste me? Or are you looking for the taste of cock on my lips?"

"Unnnnggghhh..." He groaned into my neck, "Fuck."

"How's it feel, baby? To be emasculated by our son?" I teased, eliciting a hot breathy groan from Tom, "To know he's made me cum more times with his cock in the last month than you have in over 20 years?"

"Ohmygod... Nic..." He whimpered, leaning up and looking into my eyes. He looked hurt. In a good way.

"Not hard to beat zero though, is it?" I grinned, pulling my shirt up to release my breasts, desperate for his mouth on them.

His eyes fell to my tits, entranced. I never felt like more of a goddess than when Tommy was worshiping his cheating wife.

"Holy shit." Tom muttered under his breath, resting his hand on the sides of each breast, "Baby you're..."

"Hm?" I looked down my body, and understood what he meant.

There were clear bite marks just above my right nipple, and hickeys/bruises present on both. God, I hadn't really looked at them since last night. Tommy could be rough with my breasts sometimes, but when we made love it was rarely rough enough to elicit marks like this.

"Awww, sorry baby, looks like someone got to them before you." I grinned, wrapping one arm around the back of his head and PULLING his mouth between my tits, "But you're used to sloppy seconds, aren't you?"

He let out a delicious groan as he began kissing my breasts, and circling his tongue around each nipple.

"He deserves to have my tits before you, don't you think?"

"Nghhh" He groaned, muffled by my breasts.

"Say it, cucky."

He pulled himself from my breasts, his face a mask of lust, "Adam deserves your tits before me."

A jolt of ecstasy shot through me. God, I loved that. I knew I was working him up, getting his blood flowing and bringing the cuck brain out. But hearing him say our son deserved my tits more than him was

so

deeply fucking wrong. And so intensely arousing.

I was going to fucking explode. Sure, I was messing with Tommy's head, but my teasing always had a way of getting me worked up as well. I needed some fucking cock, STAT. But without any good cock on hand, I'd have to settle for Tom's mouth and that glorious tongue.

I moaned beneath him as he went back to worshiping my breasts.

"Fuck baby lay down I need your mouth Tommy." I pleaded, and he was off of me and on his back in a flash.

I rolled over, swinging my leg over him so I could straddle his face. Having his head pinned against a mattress, or couch, or wall, allowed me to really grind against his lips and jawbone. It wasn't a hard cock. But it was something.

Immediately his tongue began pushing inside of me, as I rocked against him.

"Fuckkkkk baby YES! GOD." I groaned, picking up the pace. I would grind my clit against his nose in one direction, and if I rocked just right it would slide against the slickness of his lips. Pulses of lust coursed through me. I needed more. Harder. Deeper.

I gripped his hair, and used it as leverage to push my pussy harder against him. He groaned and coughed beneath me, I couldn't let him up for air. He was a good cuck, he knew what I needed, he could wait.

I could see the orgasm, jussssst over the hill. It felt inches away but as I continued to grind against him, it never seemed to get closer.

"FUCCKKK BABY God! I need a -- FUCK" I growled, desperate. Hot frustration rose in my chest. I needed fucking DICK. This wasn't gonna work.

"Ugggghhhh"

I slid my pussy off of him, allowing him to take deep shuddering breaths as I sat on his chest.

"I need dick baby. Your mouth isn't doing it. Our son spoiled me in this last day or so with some real cock."

I swung off of Tom and lay on the bed next to him as his breathing finally slowed.

"Get the strap-on baby. I need something big inside of me."

Tommy knew I was a size-queen. It was painfully obvious, and he was always more than open to finding ways to satisfy my desires. So, luckily we had a whole arsenal of tools to get the job done when Tommy's mouth wasn't sufficient.

I closed my eyes next to him, as I played with my own tits, expecting him to get off the bed any second to get his big-boy cock on.

But it never came. He just lay next to me, breathing, so I opened my eyes and looked over at him.

"Babe?" I asked, finding his eyes. It wasn't like him to not immediately do everything he could to get me off.

He stared at me like he was a million miles away. Lost in thought and clearly as aroused as I was - if not more-so. Finally, he snapped out of it.

"Well... What if you... I mean, I'm sure he's still awake." Tom whispered, sounding hesitant - but hopeful.

I squinted at him, not sure if he was seriously saying what I thought he was.

"You want?... While you're..." I couldn't even get it out. It seemed insane to me. That he would go from unsure about the whole thing, to urging me to go get fucked by our son within 24 hours.

He nodded.

"I can pretend to be asleep. You just sneaked out of our room to go... fuck him... while I'm sleeping. He'd think it was risky, maybe, but it could make sense. We could keep the cuck thing secret."

I just stared at him in disbelief. This seemed stupid. A bad idea fueled by too much lust.

"I don't know, Tommy, that seems... If we open the door to us fucking while you're here, it's never getting closed again. You know that." I said, urging caution while I images of Adam fucking me in every room of the house flashed in my mind.

"I know. Is that so bad? I can play the clueless father. Hell, I've been clueless to it for awhile apparently." He grinned.

I felt a pang of guilt well within me. I never wanted to keep it from him. We'd always been good about communicating. But... god... he wasn't wrong.

"I need you to say it. Out loud." I grabbed his precious little bulge in his underwear, "Tell me what me to do."

"I want you to get the dick you need baby." He leaned in, kissing me, "Please go fuck our son."

My heart caught in my throat and a surge of lust exploded inside me. Fuck. fuckfuckfuck FUCK. You stupid, amazing, man.

I bit my lip and breathed deeply. Trying to settle my nerves. I nodded.

"Don't fall asleep. Don't leave the room. No matter how much you want to hear." I commanded, "I want to tell you what your son did to me when I get back."

"Yes Ma'am." He nodded.

I pulled him to me and we kissed again. Deep and loving.