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Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements. This is part one of a story that is based largely on many real life experiences I have had the pleasure of experiencing.
Otherwise, please let me know how you like this first part. There are more to come, but I'd appreciate your feedback. The pain in my stomach, which had been bad all afternoon, doubled in intensity and I groaned as I felt the acid flow.
Earlier today, Mary my wifehad told me that it was time that our daughter Gina learned about our relationship. Gina had turned 18 last month, and Family cuckold stories had been hinting and threatening for a while now that she was going to tell her. At family cuckold stories I thought she was just fucking with my mind, that it was just an extension of our BDSM games. Even at lunch today, while Gina was out with friends as Mary told me that it would be this evening, I tried to convince myself that she wasn't serious, but then I saw the cruel excitement in her eyes and began to get scared.
We had been married for 18 years, now, and had long ago discovered our inner selves; I was naturally submissive and a masochist, craving both pain and degradation. Mary, for her part, had been willing to experiment, and had grown to thoroughly enjoy total dominance in our sexual relationship.
She humiliated me at every opportunity, both in public and private, cuckolded me on a regular basis, and even overcame her initial fear of hurting me when I confessed my masochistic fantasies. I was now and had been for many years her panty-wearing slave, anxious to serve her and her lovers in whatever way she desired. I had even learned to become her personal toilet, drinking her golden piss almost every day, and even more than that when she was in a particularly cruel mood.
As Gina had started to grow up, we had worked hard to keep our sex life hidden from her. But as she passed through 16, Mary had begun to be more open about her dominant role in the home; nothing overtly sexual, but just more open about ordering me to do things around the house, like doing laundry, cleaning, etc. At the same time, she was always careful to show that she loved me - she did not want Gina to even think that we weren't getting along, or that a divorce might be in the future.
I had heard Gina come home 45 minutes ago, and had busied myself in the basement ever since, hoping in vain that "out of sight" really would be "out of mind". Family cuckold stories such luck! As I climbed up the basement stairs and entered the family room, I heard the sound of glasses clinking.
Walking around the corner, I was treated to the sight of both of the women in my life sitting on the couch, each with a glass of wine in their hand, and an open bottle of Pino Grigio on the coffee table in front of them. Gina was leaning back into the corner of her end of the couch, one leg folded under her butt, the other bent at the knee, with her foot propped up on the coffee table. She had a somewhat short denim skirt on, which was showing most of her leg from a few inches below her crotch, which was hidden from my sight by her left hand as it held the wine glass in her lap.
Above the skirt she was wearing a thin peasant blouse. Thin enough to reveal the shape of her braless tits, but not so sheer that you could actually see her nipples.
Not that I hadn't seen them before; Mary had encouraged a fairly relaxed dress code in the home, and having one or both of them wandering around in just panties and a thin t-shirt or top was something I had been forced to get used to. Mary viewed it as one more opportunity to dominate me, chastising me severely if she thought I was in any way reacting to what I saw.
I, of course was not permitted to be so casual, primarily because Mary insisted that I wear panties, and that Gina not discover that part of my life. For her part, Mary was relaxed in the opposite corner of the two-seat couch, wearing a pair of thin pink nylon shorts and an equally thin white cotton cami. I could easily see the shape and color of her nipples, but partly because of her crossed legs, and partly because she kept her pussy shaved completely bare, I was not sure if she was wearing panties.
Probably not. I did as I was told. Glancing briefly at Gina's face, I family cuckold stories tell she was curious; about what was to come, but also by my obedience and the obvious anxiety in my own face. Before we start, though, there are some very important things you need to know and remember, ok?
I was still standing in front of them, shifting nervously from one foot to the other, and I could tell that while also slightly nervous, Gina was fascinated by whatever was about to be said. She took a gulp of her wine, and swallowed it quickly. This is really important, Gina.
Do you understand? Mary paused and looked at Gina, who nodded her understanding. She seemed to have the slightest hint of a smile, but I wasn't sure. You are, and from now on I want you to know that family cuckold stories will be no more secrets. From now on, you will know everything, and I want you to talk about what you think, whatever it is, openly and honestly, even if family cuckold stories seems to be in disagreement with us, with me.
Gina seemed more confidant, now, and was sitting a little straighter in the couch, leaning forward towards her mother slightly. Without paying any attention to me, Mary took Gina's glass, refilled it as well as her own and handed it back. Smiling at each other, they each took a long sip of the wine. Can't you see this bottle's almost empty? Go and get another one, in an ice bucket. I rushed out into the kitchen, pulled a fresh bottle from the wine chiller, uncorked it, and put it in a bucket of ice.
When I returned to the family room, I carefully placed the bucket on the table between them, and d my place, standing in front of them, but on the far side of the table from the couch. I was so nervous I was almost shaking, my brow and palms were sweating, and my mouth was dry. Mary looked at me with a sadistic smile, and even Gina seemed to be smirking. She had definitely noticed that I had not been asked to them in a drink, and that I was being obedient to Mary's strict tone of voice. Don't worry, this isn't about you, it's more about sex in general, and me and your father specifically.
What you may not fully appreciate is just how many different forms sexual pleasure can take. Some people call them fetishes, others perversions. I just think of them as preferences. So long as people are enjoying it together, and not hurting those who are not involved, then as far as I'm concerned, it's their own business! We share some preferences too. I'm sure that you've noticed that I tend to run the house around here, and that he" Mary tilted her head towards me, then returned her attention to our daughter "he pretty much does what he is told, don't you, Robin?
They both looked at me expectantly. My face was burning red in embarrassment. Gina's cheeks were also a little flushed, but she didn't seem embarrassed; her eyes had a little sparkle, and she still had that part-smile, part-smirk on her lips. I am extremely dominant, and your father is equally submissive. We both like it this way, and would not want it to be any different. Do you understand, baby? I sorta guessed you might be into something like that. What did you think, baby, did it bother you? Please tell me, and remember, be honest, I won't mind, whatever you say!
Is that what you do?
But before I explain more, you didn't answer my other question. What did you think? Did it bother you? Did it gross you out? Like, the guys at school, they are so immature, such jerks, always wanting to like get into your pants and stuff. I kinda liked the idea of not having to put up with them, even being in control of them". And, yes, you're right about men - and not just young ones either. Pretty much all of them are jerks. Fortunately, some can be trained to be different. Some are different, like this one. Gina's eyes were wide, now, and definitely sparkling with interest.
She looked me up and down, and then looked back at Mary. Different how, Mom? Isn't that right, Robin?Family cuckold stories
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