This story contains a threesome between a father, his wife, and his daughter. Please proceed at your own discretion.
Every character portrayed in this story is eighteen years old or older.
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I sat between them on the couch.
My laptop was resting on the coffee table in front of us. An HDMI cable bridged the gap between its darkened screen and the television. Blue and pale, the glow of the TV lent an eerie cast to what was otherwise a cozy living room, well-appointed with handcrafted furniture, a thick carpet, and a crackling fire in the fireplace. My wife, Milly, and I had worked hard to afford the best for ourselves and out daughter.
I had nearly worked myself to death. As I prepared to enter my forties, my body was slowly giving out on me.
'Should I make popcorn, daddy?' My daughter, Maddy, was nestled to my left. Her head was leaning against my shoulder, her blonde hair flowing down my arm. Half-lidded, her eyes bore an expression of mild confusion.
She yawned.
'Nah, I don't think so. Tired, Mad?' I asked. She nodded.
I knew why.
On my other side, Milly stretched and nuzzled against me. She wore a satin slip that lay over her curves, shimmering when she moved.
'This is so nice,' she said, her husky voice quiet, 'we should do this more often.' I grunted, a noncommittal sound.
For the first time in years, I had taken a day off. 'I want to spend time with my girls,' I had told them. They were shocked. I kept Maddy home from school, and we had spent the day together until Milly had gotten home from work. Our time together had stretched late into the evening, and the pair had already dressed for bed.
Though they didn't know it, it was also the first day in years during which I hadn't had a drink. Was that why I was shaking?
No. I was shaking for another reason.
'So, what did you want to show us, daddy?' asked Maddy. Though many months had passed since her eighteenth, she still looked up at me through golden lashes, her lips barely smudged with pink lip gloss, her expression sweet. But I knew that below her thick, pink hoodie and thin cotton shorts, her body painted a wildly different picture. I could catch glimpses of it, now that I was looking. Trying not to picture what lay below, I flexed my thighs, suppressing my erection.
I leaned forward, disturbing their cuddling, and tapped the keyboard. My heart was pounding in my stomach. I felt sick. Somehow, though, I also felt centered. I needed to do this. They needed me to do this, too.
I hit play, and shifted the tab to the television.
In the confused quiet that followed, both women stared at the screen.
And then it hit them. They realized exactly what it was that I was playing for them. Their bodies tensed. Except for the moaning on screen, the room was silent.
The videos hadn't been hard to find. In fact, there were dozens of them. All it took was looking for them. Once I included the term 'amateur' and the name of our city, they were ubiquitous.
'...gangbang,'
'...escort,'
'...whore,'
'...teen,'
'...spinner,'
'...tattooed,'
'...pierced,'
'...thick ass,'
'...triple penetration,'
'...double vaginal,'
'...double oral,'
and simply
'...sluts.'
had all all returned results, all shot by different phones, all dimly lit in alleys and in basements, sometimes in truck stops.
Not just that, but I had discovered that they both had 'names' that never heard before. 'Chastity' was my daughter's name. 'Sapphire' was my wife. Once I had found these, the searches were even easier.
Individually, the videos had gotten thousands of views. However, some enterprising fan had let go of his dick long enough to cut together a compilation, and that video had been seen hundreds of thousands of time. 'BACK ALLEY WHORES NASTY CUMSLUTS CHASTITY AND SAPPHIRE TAKE TWENTY COCKS EACH.'
The comments section was filled. Half of the anonymous men wrote things like 'fucking gross,' and 'filthy sluts. Look at that wedding ring lol.' The other half, however, were eye-opening. 'I fucked Chastity twice with the rest of the football team,' wrote one. 'Sapphire took me home and did me and my friends in her husband's bed,' wrote another. It was true. He had linked to the video.
BACK ALLEY WHORES was playing on screen. It was thirty minutes long, and we watched it all. Midway through, I felt my cock stiffen again. But I had prepared for this, and held a pillow in my lap, my legs crossed.
The reality is, I had jerked off to it every night since I had found it. And before that, I had jerked off to the memories of finding out the hard way what my two girls were up to on their 'mother-daughter dates.' At first, it made me feel sick. Every time I finished, I cried afterward. Now I needed it; the process was automatic.
'
Daddy!
' cried my daughter, on screen. Two men were fitting their cocks into her pussy.
Chastity, the whore on screen, and Maddy, the young woman curled up on the couch, barely resembled one another.
Maddy, my daughter, wore modest, high-waisted skirts, layered cardigans, and fashionable boots. Her face was cherubic, her features soft: soft skin, soft, full lips in a perfect cupid's bow, and soft, plush cheeks.
Chastity, the whore, had pierced nipples and multiple genital piercings. She had a tattoo that read 'CUM DUMP' on her lower stomach, and had gained pink tattoos that bordered her nipples which caused them to take on the shapes of hearts. She wore harsh, thick make-up. Her clothing was obscene. Transparent plastic meshes, microskirts that covered nothing, whole-body fishnets, and platform heels and boots that were never less than six inches tall adorned her body. By the end of the videos they were usually torn, or so stained with semen that they were worthless.
She must spend a fortune on that stuff
, I had thought, once. But the money the men stuffed into the box at her feet was more than enough to pay for it.
And Milly...
Milly was always sexy. Somehow, in these past years, I had forgotten.
I had married her and gotten her pregnant when she was young, barely older than Maddy was now. Her body had recovered easily, but her breasts, buttocks, and thighs had swollen permanently, though her waist remained tight. Her lush hourglass figure drew looks of naked lust from younger men, as did her face. Her eyes were clear, dark, and blue, her irises rimmed with black, and her lips were dark and full.
