My name is Bill, and that’s my real name. I’m forty-one years old, and my wife Megan is thirty-four. We have a daughter, Katie, who’s nineteen. We live in a large countryside house — a three-story cottage with a huge plot of land and a separate guest house. That house is my main investment, the one I managed to keep and grow, not counting, of course, the black Maybach that you can often see on Sundays parked in front of the yacht club.

That summer, once the worst of the mosquito season had passed, my friends and I headed into the woods for a getaway. It was our usual crew: Brad, roughly my age, his wife Julia, who’s a bit older than me — around forty-five — and Julia’s son from her first marriage, Bob, who had just turned eighteen. We drove out in two cars to “our clearing, ” a spot deep in the forest where we often go to relax.

When we arrived, as usual, we cracked open some drinks to celebrate the reunion. I ended up leading a small group of mushroom hunters: my daughter Katie and Julia, Brad’s wife, joined me for a “quiet hunt.” My wife Megan stayed behind to play chef at the campsite — she loved eating mushrooms more than picking them. Brad and his stepson started setting up the tent just in case it rained.

While we wandered through the forest, we kept calling out to each other, staying within sight at first, but eventually we spread out. I wasn’t worried about anyone getting lost; we all had phones with the campsite pinned. There weren’t many mushrooms anyway, and I was already tired from walking — it was my first trip into the woods that year. After shouting for the women a few times with no answer, I turned back toward the camp, checking my phone for directions.

When I could already see our cars through the trees, I was about to yell for them to greet me with a full basket, but I stopped myself. Something felt off. There was no music playing, and I couldn’t see any fire. By this time, there should’ve been smoke curling into the sky and everyone laughing around the flames. I approached the clearing where we’d set up our makeshift camp and peeked out from behind a tree.

The tent was lying half-assembled on the ground. The usual spot for the fire was empty, and there was only a small pile of kindling, as if someone had started gathering it and then just dropped everything. A wave of unease hit me. What the hell happened? Where was everyone?

Then I heard Brad’s voice coming from the direction of the cars. I moved closer, staying hidden behind the foliage. I don’t know why I instinctively stayed out of sight — some inner voice just whispered, Don’t step out.

Brad was leaning against his Subaru Forester, pants around his ankles, wearing only a t-shirt and a baseball cap turned backward. His hands were clasped behind his head as he looked down. My wife was on her knees in front of him, sucking his massive cock.

I hadn’t even suspected Brad was hung like that. I grabbed the tree trunk I was hiding behind so I wouldn’t collapse. I felt like I was about to pass out.

My Megan! My beloved wife, the respectable woman, was kneeling there with her t-shirt pulled up, her full, heavy breasts — still gorgeous even after childbirth — completely exposed. She was holding his thick cock with both hands, eagerly licking and swirling her tongue around the swollen head. How the fuck was this even possible?!

I froze, unsure what to do next. A whirlwind of thoughts raced through my head at lightspeed: scandal, fight, tears, divorce, splitting the assets, public humiliation, loneliness... Megan, how could you?!

“Meggie, fuck’s sake, stop licking it and suck it already!” Brad growled. I couldn’t believe my ears. “You dirty slut, that’s a cock, not a fucking lollipop!”

I watched as Brad grabbed my wife by the head and started brutally fucking her mouth, slamming deep into her throat and then bulging her cheek. This was the same Brad who had always politely called my wife “Margaret.” So they were so consumed by lust that they’d dropped everything — the tent, the salad prep, everything — and just threw themselves at each other?

“Wait a second, ” an inner voice said, “I’ve been gone for almost an hour. Does that mean... this is already round two?” I scanned the area for his son, Bob. Meanwhile, Brad yanked open the car door, spun my wife around, and bent her over so her head and torso were inside the cabin. In one rough motion, he yanked down her sweatpants and panties. Megan’s bare ass swayed invitingly in front of his cock.

“You want it in your ass again?” I heard Brad say, and the word “again” made my vision go dark.

Dear God, how many times had Brad already fucked my wife?

I didn’t catch Megan’s answer, but Brad nodded, spat on his hand, and rubbed it between her legs. Then he took his thick cock, slid the glistening head along her wet folds, and pushed inside. He thrust his hips forward and pressed tight against her ass. Megan cried out, and from her reaction I knew he was fucking her in the ass.

Again.

My legs gave out. They turned to jelly, and I had to lean against the tree I was hiding behind. I couldn’t fight the wave of despair crashing over me: my beloved wife was getting fucked right in front of me, and I... I looked down and froze in shock. My own cock was rock hard. I was getting hard watching my wife fuck another man.

Megan started moaning loudly — loud enough to be heard clearly from inside the car.

“You love it in the ass, don’t you, you little slut?” Brad grunted, pounding her ass with fast, brutal strokes like he was late for an important meeting.

“Yes!” I heard my wife’s answer even from where I stood. “I don’t remember her ever being this into anal, ” I thought bitterly, squeezing my throbbing cock through my pants.

Brad pulled Megan out of the car and pressed her naked ass against the door. He rubbed his cock between her legs again and slid back inside her, this time standing up. My wife spread her legs wider and started bucking back against him with short, eager movements. He kissed her hard, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back passionately.

“What the actual fuck...” I thought, and at that moment I felt someone’s hand slip into my pants. I spun around in shock. My daughter Katie was standing right there, reaching up to kiss me. “Shhh...” she whispered hotly in my ear, her breath burning against my skin. “Poor Daddy...”

“So you knew?” I whispered, stunned, as her hand found my hard cock and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“They’ve been fucking for almost a year, ” she shrugged, pulling my throbbing dick out into the open. “They go at it like rabbits wherever they can.”

“Katie, watch your language!” I said automatically, even as I gave in to her touch while my daughter slowly stroked me. “That’s still your mother!”

“You mean that horny fucking slut?” she asked innocently, then slowly dropped to her knees. “Alright, Daddy. I’ll be polite and proper. May I please suck your cock? I mean... excuse me, your penis?”

Katie wrapped her lips around the head and gave it a playful little bite, grinning up at me. I had no idea what to do. Everything was happening way too fast. Seeing my hesitation, my daughter took control. She sucked half my length into her warm mouth, then slid all the way down until her lips pressed against my balls. She looked up at me with big questioning eyes.

And I surrendered.

I couldn’t resist that sweet torment any longer. I nodded. Katie immediately went to work with her tongue and lips, lavishing every inch of my aching cock with attention. Loud moans echoed from the clearing. I carefully peeked out from behind the tree.

Brad was holding my wife by the hips, fucking her while holding her up, her ass pressed against the car. Megan was sucking on his lips and cursing with pleasure. I glanced down at my daughter. She understood without a word. She stood up, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, hiked up her little dress, slid her cute flower-patterned panties down to her ankles, and turned around, offering her ass to me.

I admired her young, tight body for a second, but Katie was impatient. She grabbed my pulsing cock, lined it up, and pushed back. Her pussy was soaked, and I slid inside her easily, feeling only the deliciously tight grip of her walls.

“You knew... and you didn’t say anything. Why?” I asked, as if her answer could somehow fix everything.

“Girl code, Daddy, ” she replied, looking back over her shoulder as she pushed her hips back until I was buried to the hilt. “Why ruin the family with drama? Besides... I think most dads secretly fantasize about fucking their own daughter. Don’t waste the chance, Daddy. There might not be a next time.”

I grabbed her hips and started thrusting into her with deep, hungry strokes. Katie braced herself against the tree with both hands, hiding us from view, and moaned softly in rhythm with every thrust.

“Are you guys fucking again?” came a young voice. I peeked out from behind the tree in panic, terrified someone had spotted us.

Bob was standing a short distance away from the couple, holding a big armful of kindling. He smiled, carefully set the branches down, and walked closer.

“Gonna join in?” Brad asked, lowering my wife back to the ground.

“Fuck off, how many times do you need it?” Bob replied, but he still reached out and playfully jiggled Megan’s heavy tits from side to side.

“Bobby, come on... just one more time!” my wife whined. Katie and I exchanged glances and actually stopped fucking for a second.

“I didn’t know about this, ” my daughter hissed through her teeth. “So she was hiding her young stud from me.”

“Wait... you’ve been with Brad too?” I asked, staring at her in horror.

“As my mom — your wife, by the way — likes to say: ‘Don’t think about it, just take it lower, ’” Katie brushed it off and started grinding her hips lewdly against me. “So... you gonna finish what you started? Excuse my French...”

“Oh, my sweet fucking sluts, ” I groaned, still pounding my daughter while watching everything from behind the tree.

“Can I have your ass?” Bob asked, still negotiating with my wife.

“You can have my ass, my pussy, whatever you want, ” Megan answered quickly. “I want both cocks, like usual!”

“Like usual!” The words burned in my brain. I started fucking my daughter with savage thrusts, taking out all my rage and hurt on her tight body.

“Maybe you want it in the ass too?” Katie asked, looking back at me with a mischievous grin. “Better take it while it’s on offer!”

I growled, no longer caring if we got caught, dropped to my knees, and hungrily sucked on my daughter’s dripping pussy lips. Katie bit down on her wrist to keep from moaning out loud and started grinding her soaked cunt against my face.

“Tongue... I want your tongue in there, ” she moaned. She reached back and spread her ass cheeks wide. Her tight little asshole winked invitingly. I dove in, licking and pushing my tongue inside her. I pulled back, then pushed in again. And again. And again...

“Fuck!” Katie whispered sharply and yanked me up by the hair.

She got on all fours, pushed her ass out, and spread her cheeks with both hands.

“Fuck me in the ass, Daddy, ” she said in a low, husky voice, looking back at me. Her eyes were flooded with pure lust.

I found her tight entrance and pushed inside. We started fucking like animals. She held onto the tree to stay upright under my powerful thrusts while I grabbed her firm young tits — tits that had never known motherhood — and pounded her with a mix of raw lust and twisted fatherly love.

Loud slapping sounds came from behind the tree. Without a word, Katie and I peeked out from our hiding spot.

Megan was bent over, hands resting on Brad’s thighs as he fucked her mouth, gripping her hair with one hand. In the other hand, he held a lit cigarette. Behind my wife, Bob stood completely naked, pounding her exactly where he wanted. Every now and then Brad passed the cigarette to his stepson. From the sweetish smell drifting through the air, I realized it was a joint.

“How the hell aren’t they scared of getting caught?” I muttered, still rhythmically thrusting into my daughter’s ass. “This is pretty fucked up...”

“And what about us?” Katie shot back, furiously rubbing her clit. “We could get busted any second too... Julia, for example.”

“Shit, where is she?” I blurted out, then quickly added, “Sorry, baby, it just slipped out.”

“Don’t worry, we’re all family here, ” my daughter replied, and then she came hard.

Katie started shaking, her legs squeezing together as she convulsed on my cock.

“Come on, Daddy, cum inside me, ” she rasped. And — like a miracle — I exploded on command.

I felt every powerful spurt of cum flooding my daughter’s ass. I just kept cumming and cumming, unable to stop.

“In my mouth! I want you both to cum in your slut’s mouth!” I heard my wife beg. At this point, nothing could surprise me anymore.

Megan was sitting in front of the two men in a filthy pose, holding her tits up and pushing them together. Her tongue was sticking out as she eagerly turned her head from one cock to the other, waiting for their loads. Brad and Bob stood over her, stroking their hard shafts. Brad came first, shooting across her eye and covering her tits with thick ropes of cum. A few seconds later, Bob grabbed Megan’s head and fucked her mouth as he unloaded straight down her throat.

A sudden, overwhelming urge hit me — I wanted to taste the cum of the men who had just marked my wife, to lick it off her body and suck it from her filthy mouth. I was shocked by my own desire; I had never felt anything like it before.

I stood over my daughter, who was still breathing heavily after her orgasm, feeling strangely reborn. She looked back at me, as if reading my mind, and whispered:

“Lick me clean.”

“What?” I couldn’t believe my ears.

“Lick your little girl clean, ” she said, rolling her hips. I saw my own cum starting to leak from her used asshole. “I’ve been such a dirty girl today... I did very bad things to my Daddy.”

I dropped to my knees and began licking, kissing, and sucking everything I had just pumped into my beloved daughter. The sensations were incredible — a twisted mix of trust, sex, and love. When Katie was thoroughly licked clean, I stood up. She immediately turned around and started gently licking and sucking my spent, softening cock.

“You don’t have to... it’s not necessary...” I muttered, even as I clearly enjoyed every second of it.

When she finished, Katie stood up and gave me a long, deep kiss, pushing her tongue into my mouth. I tasted the thick remnants she had collected.

“That’s yours too, ” she said seriously, looking straight into my eyes.

We peeked out from behind the tree. The area by the cars was empty. We quickly got dressed and returned to the campsite the long way around. Julia was sitting by the freshly lit fire — she had gathered the most mushrooms and looked extremely pleased with herself.

My wife Megan was lying inside the now-assembled tent, claiming she was tired. Brad and Bob were relaxing in camping chairs, each with a can of beer in hand. When they saw us, they smiled and pulled out two more cold cans from the cooler. If I hadn’t seen everything with my own eyes, I would never have believed what was hiding behind this perfect family picture.

By the way, Julia, Brad’s wife, still has no idea about any of this. We usually meet without her. Now the five of us get together regularly. We have two women for three men, and every one of us has tried each other in every possible combination. My wife and daughter have taken all three of us like men take women. If you want, I can tell you more about that next time...

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