4 comments/ 108773 views/ 30 favorites I was Locked In By: qualitywheat The day my life changed started out as normal as you could imagine. My husband of 3 months had kissed me goodbye and gone to work, he is high flying his way to the top in an investment banking business. He is one of those amazing people who can number crunch any kind of figures and get the right answer, even if it looks wrong. Please don't ask me what he does it goes right over my thick pretty head. I am 22 he is 25 and we have money starting to pour out of our ears because of what he brings in, my own dad doesn't agree with his salary or 'bonus's as most people don't. He says they just rob ordinary people and we have to suffer the consequences, and I have to admit I think he is right too. But I love what the money he makes gives me in my life so I try and sit on the fence. But in general they get on quite well and don't discuss things of that nature if they can help it. Me? I'm Kat or Kathleen if you like, but I've been Kat since I was able to talk because that was all I could say of my name when I was a child. As I said I am 22 and starting out on the road to a long and happy marriage, or so I thought, what happened was the furthest thing from my mind. It wasn't intentional, it wasn't asked for and it was sought after, but he got me, took me, and now here I am. I am five feet four inches, cute and sexy as opposed to beautiful, people have told me I am beautiful but I prefer the cute and sexy tag instead. It's my smile, my cheeks dimple a little when my big toothy smile spreads. My teeth are a good size, and I've learned that my husband loves it when I fasten them around the end of his dick, it scares him to death but gives him enormous excitement too! I have long silky chestnutty hair, I part it down the middle, in fact, since I grew it long from when I was about ten years old its always been like it, and if I'm honest I love it. It waves around me like a gossamer shroud. My face is definitely sexy, I know it is. I attract men and boys when ever they look at me, there eyes always stay there, they don't roam over my body until they've seen my face from all angles. That's why I say I'm cute and sexy and not beautiful. Mark my husband says I am the best kisser on the planet, he loves me holding him down, cock in hand, lips locked on his, he would stay there all day if I let him. Like just about any other young woman my age I love sex, I love everything about it, the whole nine yards. My body seems to be geared for the sensation of fingers, lips, tongues, cock (my husbands only!) I am sensitive every where, and super sensitive where it matters, that's for sure. My ears, my neck, my lips, shoulders, nipples, oh boy my nipples! My belly button, thighs, knees, feet, and lastly, my super hot pussy. I can explode in orgasm at the drop of a hat. I have had boys hanging around me all my life it seems, carrying my books, waiting for me after class, wanting to take me out, walk me home. It has always been that way from as early as I can remember. My dad always was on guard, he knew what I had a long long time before I did. I got used to it as I grew up I managed and controlled it, I actually never lost my virginity until my marriage day. My husband was the first and has been the only cock to gain access, and that led me to heaven. I had been sat golden volcano all my young adult life not really knowing what I was missing, but believe me; I am making up for lost time now. My skin has a very light brown hue to it I know I am lucky too because my complexion is about flawless. In summer I turn a golden brown just by looking at the sun, my tan is perfect in everyway. We love to sunbathe, and I secretly adore the looks I get from all around me. It gives me a real sense of worth, knowing I can attract just about any one. I do get glares from some women but I can live with that. I've even had the odd 'come on' from a couple of the girls, but I don't go down that path thank you, cock is my thing and lots of it. Now to the diversion in my marriage, I still can't believe I am here in my life. I was up quite early after Mark had left, I was going to have a day in town. I wanted to shop, I love shopping and so fortunate am I, which I can and do buy very expensive designer gear. Like any woman worth her salt, I like to look good and make sure I do. I like the looks I get so I make sure I'm good to look at. I wore simple this day. It was a glorious warm summer morning, so I donned a light blue button down silk blouse with long flowing sleeves that finished on wavy cuffs. My skirt was a slightly darker blue than my top and was also a button down silk thing that continued the flow of my theme. My hair was its usual long flowing self, the sun catching it, bare legs and backless heels completed my attire, one final check in the mirror to make sure miss perfect was just that, perfect, and off I went. I parked up and made my way down the high street, normally I go the other way so I end up with my bags near to my car, not this day for reasons still unknown to me, but it led me to my diversion. You might guess I never bought anything this day, I never got the chance. I only saw the inside of one shop for about ten minutes before I was transported to my unknown diversion. I knew the destination, and I was quite happy to be going, the person that took me there was Marks dad, Jonathan. He is a very good looking forty six year old, he has an antique shop in town, he's been there man and boy, he started it apparently with money left to him by his grand mother and built up a very successful nationally known business. People come from all, over the country and indeed he has international customers. As I was passing his shop, I of course looked in to see if he was there, he was and I waved, I'm not really into antiques but I do like some of it. He waved back then hooked a finger to ask me to come in. I did, we had a cup of tea and chatted, he is a lovely man and we get on great. He was long divorced, his wife left him for a customer a long time ago leaving him with Mark and neither have seen her since. They both got over it, though I do know Mark still wonders why and where she is, but he's never had the urge to find her so it's left at that. Jonathan started telling me about some new acquisitions he had bought from Arabia and was most excited, especially about one particular chair. He said he was closing the shop and going home to the warehouse type of thing on his land to scope it out, and asked me to go along. I agreed, it would make a nice change from shopping so off we went. The chair had been placed in his large rear facing reception room; it was stood in the centre of what looked like and Arabian rug or carpet? It did look odd; he was walking around it animated. It was of an unusual shape, it had padded armrests, but they were inverted so your lower arms rested in them instead of on them. The arm rests were bulky to say the least. The seat was a green leather padded thing, as was the sloping back rest, but there was a funny looking top, a bit like a head rest that was also inverted so your head would rest in it. The seating part was supported by big thick but beautifully carved legs, it was the oddest looking thing, but any one could see there was something special about it. It was obviously an aged item, and it looked inviting to sit in. "Go on Kat, try it, make yourself comfortable, see what you think." He was excited, I was about to find out why! I sat, and settled in or on it. I shuffled about a bit. He told me to meld myself to it so I did. The back leaned slightly away to aid sitting; I found it extremely comforting to be in it. He told me to rest my arms palm down and press my lower legs to the inward carved legs of the chair; I followed his instructions, and felt like I could actually sleep in it. "Close your eyes Kat, relax let it take you there." He said. I did just that. The next thing I knew there was a slight whirring sound, I opened my eyes to see soft bands closing over my wrists, then felt the same thing on my lower legs just above my ankles. It took me a while to realise to realise I was sort of 'cuffed' to the chair somehow? You the reader of my plight must remind yourself that this is all written and thought of in hindsight. From my battered memory of that day, and the resulting situation I found myself in after this initial misdirection my life took. "Wow," Jonathan said, "would you look at that?" "Jonathan what's this, what's happened?" I asked him with a little alarm. He smiled at me happily. "Don't worry Kat, you are totally safe, not from me of course, but safe from harm from any one else." "Safe, what do you mean safe, but not from you?" I just didn't understand what was going on. He stepped in front of me, and knelt down between my wide spread feet. Put his hands on my knees and caressed them, thumb and fingers in circular motions. I watched as if fascinated by it, which as I said earlier in hindsight, I was! Then he leaned down to kiss each one, ran his tongue over them and smiled up at me. Now I knew what he was meaning, I was trapped, knees wide apart and held, arms on the chair rests and also held. "Jonathan what are you doing, stop this right now, let me go or you will be in serious trouble!" I told him. "Well Kat you may well be right about me being in trouble, but right now its you who has a problem, but I think we'll both get past that." "What do you mean, get past it! Let me go Jonathan, and right now!" I shouted at him, he continued kissing my knees and began rubbing his hands up and down my shapely calves. As he was kissing and licking me, his hands slid up to my upper thighs, his touch was light and feathery, I wriggled as much as I could but I was stuck, I couldn't do anything to stop him. I was worried, now I knew why I was here, and I was getting what I was here for too, there was no one around for me to call for, his house is on private land and no one nearby at all. He didn't speak or answer me, he just kissed and licked me, caressed me, his fingers fluttering around my soft toned thighs. I felt a sudden buzz from them, I looked down to see where it had come from and saw nothing but the buzz stayed. My short silk skirt was riding higher as his hands disappeared and reappeared, fingers gently drumming my skin, hot breath on my knees, soft lips kissing and soft insistent tongue licking. I tried to hump my backside up and down to dislodge him but it was useless. I really was well and truly stuck. I think it was at that point somehow that I resigned myself to my fate, and that in turn allowed my body to accept its defeat. I was at the mercy of my father, my husband's dad, and he had conned and tricked me into this, I had been captured just like that, and now he was having his way with me. Seduced if you want to argue the point about it, but legally he was doing something he shouldn't be, and if he managed to have sex with me, then that would definitely be rape. I told him forcibly. Do you know what he did when I said that? He smiled sweetly, and said, "now now Kat, no need for that kind of talk, and anyway you won't be even thinking of that later, okay babes?" 'Hah,' I thought to myself, 'I am trapped yes, but in this position he can't rape or fuck me, and as soon as he lets me go, because he will have to, he'll have more than a fight on his hands!' I would have clapped my hands had I been able to. That's when my predicament showed its ugly hand. He stood and walked behind me, reaching down he casually undid the five buttons on my blouse, slid his cool hands inside and found my nipples, if I could have jumped I would have hit the ceiling. He squeezed them through my very thin lacy bra; I felt them harden in a heartbeat, if there's one thing that can get me going its having my nipples ravaged. He was doing just that! "Stop it Jonathan, this is wrong, you will be in serious trouble, jail even, think about it!" I yelled through my up coming arousal. He just kept up his assault on them; he seemed to know my body was hard wired for sex, receptive to a mans touch, a mans manipulation, a man with the worlds knowledge of seducing a woman was undoing me. I was too young still to know the why's and the wherefore's of non con sex, but not knowing it wouldn't be non con sex for making love. I heard a grunt, I knew my eyes were tight shut against what he was doing, but they popped open when I heard that loud snort, and do you know where it came from? Yep, it came from me, right out of my gasping fucking mouth, the bastard made me do it. Then I Arrrrghed! "Stop it Jonathan, please?" I begged. But he wouldn't and didn't, he knew didn't he, the bastard knew me somehow, he knew exactly what my body was for, he had read me, understood me, he was raiding me, I was being carried off to where, I was yet to find out, vanquished by my own father. His hands left, and then another whirring sound, and slowly the chair back moved and I was being laid down on it,, the whirring continued, I was now flat on my back, then the arms of the chair moved, they went sideways, until my arms were at ninety degrees to my body. Then my legs lifted and went sideways too, after a few moments I was spread eagled on the chair and totally immobilised. Jonathan appeared in my line of vision, straddled the chair, I was about two feet from the floor, I suppose I must have looked like a stranded star fish. He pulled my blouse to one side, snapped my bra in half, and collected my still rock hard nipples. I looked up at him and whispered pleadingly. "Please Jonathan stop this while you can, its not too late, please?" But I already knew the answer would fall on very deaf ears. Two squeezes were all it took on my tender nipples and he forced the groan out of my mouth. I could hear my breath being sucked in, and gasped out rapidly. "You say you want me to stop Kat, these aren't agreeing with you are they?" Before I could respond he squeezed and rolled them again, all I gave out was a long loud moan. If I could have seen myself from above I would have seen my eyes close in defeat, my nipples being rolled and tormented, my fanny would have already been glistening, getting wet, ready for the up coming intrusion of cock. And if I could have read my mind, even though I was no where to be seen, I would have heard it say, 'oh yea, that's good, I like that, do it some more, go on fucking do it, don't stop not now!' I felt something hot and warm on one nipple then the other, I managed to slit my eyes and I saw the top of his head going from one to the other. His hot breathy mouth taking one followed by the other, it was sheer heaven. I heard myself moan, "Oh Jonathan, what are you doing to me?" Here I was, twenty two years old, not long married, and being utterly and resoundingly made to love and adore, what the scoundrel was doing to me. "I'm only doing what you like best in the world Kat, I have a lot to give you, I want you to have it, I want you to take it, share it back with me, and rejoice in it baby." "But I'm married to Mark; he's your son for god's sake!" "Yes that is a bit of a drawback I know," he said, a little regretfully but kindly, "but, hey ho, we can't have everything can we in life?" "Jona...." I stopped dead, my voice died in my throat, my panties went in a tiny tear, I looked down and my skirt was up around my waist, my blouse wide open, my tits were pointing at the ceiling ready to blast into space. He was now kneeling between my legs, he bent his head and simply kissed my pussy lips and off I went, BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM! His tongue dragged over my clit and I was a goner, no more able to challenge him, ready and willing, unable yes, but I was at the starting gate and more than ready for the off! I was ready to be ridden now by my very own stable jockey in the shape of my very good looking sexy father, my husband's dad. Jonathan is about 6ft tall, as I said, very good looking, masculine in every way. I know he has lots of girlfriends and lovers. I have batted my eye lashes at him a few times, even swayed my hips enticingly for him. But I never intended this to happen, I never meant this, it was all for fun and him, not for taking action on. It appears I have been the architect, or the layer of the bricks of the building that he was bringing down on my head. He had noticed my innocent actions and decided that I was a sexy little thing, and given the opportunity he would have a 'go' at me. What I also didn't know, and it was this that gave him the nous to get me! My unintended teasing, and Mark had discussed parts of our sex life with him, discussed in the way of. "Kat has a massive sex drive dad, I can't keep up with her sometimes, and I'm afraid to touch her in certain places because she goes bananas, she is just so sensitive in so many places she can nearly kill me in one night." He had said all of that in confidence, and he not knowing he was helping his dad bring me down. He told me at the end of my first day as his new lover, that that was all he had needed to know. He kneeled back lowered his head and got his tongue right up and into me, my grateful pussy blew up, he tweaked at my nipples with his knowing expert finger tips, it made me gabble and stutter, he was driving from me any vestiges of resistance. He drove me over the top of the mountain and then I was dropping down the other side in a helter skelter speed race. "Please Jonathan," I heard from my side of the drop zone. "Yes baby?" he replied softly, knowing I was done for, my father had seduced me completely and now I was ready to plead my case. "Please don't tease me any more daddy," I heard myself whimper. I was actually telling him, 'please no more, I give in.' I wasn't aware of it right then but his pants were around his ankles and his prick was ready to go! And go he did. He smashed himself into me with all the force of a fully loaded canon. The surprise was so great I thought I was being gutted at the fish market, then instantly his prick controlled my senses if that was at all possible. He pulled it out and left me hanging, I tried to shove myself downwards on the chair hoping to find that life threatening missile he had just hit me with, and had just blown me right out of the water. I knew I was nudging it, I could feel it right in the little opening of my hot wet gash. He was looking down and smiling, knowing what he was doing and achieving. "Dad," I whimpered softly, that was all it took, he knew right then I was ready and unable to say no any more. I wanted what he was offering, he was taking me where he wanted to, and he was having me. My position wasn't considered, my opinion not sought. He was the man in charge of the situation wholly designed by him and for him. I felt him push himself back into me, the slowness of him sinking deep into me addled my mind. "Please dad, hurry, don't tease me this way, please daddy?" He wasn't any bigger than Mark, but he certainly knew what to do with what he had. I lifted my head and looked down my defenceless body, he was staring intently at me, it was so intense I shivered. He had a hold of my outer thighs and was bit by agonisingly slow bit pushing in, I tried to urge him on, I was so desperate to get him in me I would have killed for it. This was my first time ever being treated like this, Mark and I had a equal kind of set up, sometimes he was the 'boss,' and sometimes I was. But this was different, I was being dominated, used, abused, seduced and now being fucked by an older man, a man that was my husband's dad! And do you know what? I was already loving being like this, I loved being tied up, helpless, defenceless, knowing that the man who had me, held my life in his hands, my soul, my body, everything I had and was, belonged to him, it was all his. I was Locked In The first inclination of what was in store for me came a nana second, it was of him withdrawing and banging his prick back in so hard it took me by surprise, I lost my breath, my body arched, I screamed out loud. "Aieeee!" "Oh Daddy, daddy Aieeee!" The thumping thunderous rout of me was under way. He methodically fucked me, my knees were held in the air, my feet spread, all of me was on offer, all of me was open to him, all of me was wonderfully helpless. I loved it. I was crying out loud, begging him to stop, and pleading with him for more. I didn't know where I was, I could hear myself, but to me my voice was incoherent. This was the most glorious loving I had ever experienced in my young life, I was climaxing one on top of the other, the feel of him sliding in and out at the speed in which he decided was more than my young body could bear. An occasional colossal thud of his prick kept me terrified of what might happen next, control was not on my personal agenda. I just wanted him to keep going and love and fuck me as much as he wanted for as long as he wanted. Because there was certainly one thing in my favour, it was the need to be seriously and studiously well fucked, which is what had brought me to here. My intentional flirting, but unintentional consequences, and Mark's telling to his father, that he couldn't always keep up with me. Well his dad had taken the initiative that's for sure. I was being given what I wanted and more than I could have asked for. Even though it was my father doing it and not his son, my husband, was another matter. It was a battering of galactic proportions, it was fabulous. I had never had so many orgasms. I had never had another man in me, nor even doing anything like he was doing to me, except my husband, yes I had had the odd fumble when I was younger, but no one, and I had intended it to be so forever, had ever even had a sniff of me other than Mark. But his dad was getting more than he had, he was taking, no, he had taken me, against my will at first that's for sure but not now, oh no, not by a long chalk. I know he had taken me, but I was giving him me completely; he would never have to ask me ever again. But that was a ridiculous thought wasn't it? He would just take me when ever he wanted to, I knew that already, I wouldn't have a say in the matter would I? All I would ever get to say was, "Yes!" My father was now an integral part of my life. But where would it all end, if ever, and would it remain 'our secret?' I was laid and sprawled, held down yes, but not even contemplating an escape, I not only couldn't I didn't want to either. Snugly held down on the love chair, I called it that because that's what it was really wasn't it? I was absolutely done for, shattered and utterly and completely satisfied. Conquered wasn't the word for it. He finished me off completely by pulling back, bending his head and sucking my clit into his mouth, it was the most amazing thing ever, I had one more mighty crashing orgasm before life left me. Jonathan appeared at my side and kissed me, it was our first real kiss, he had seduced against my will and fucked me out of my mind, and now he was kissing me. I closed my eyes and wallowed in that wonderful sensitive sensation of lips softly held together. My body was crackling with what felt like static electricity, I was alive and tingling all over. I could almost see the flashes of blue lightening surrounding me. Then I was rising into the air, I opened my eyes to see myself held close tight to him, my head on a shoulder. I was being carried off somewhere. He walked to the table where my purse was, picked it up and he took me to his bedroom. I wasn't struggling now, trying to get away from my loving, wonderful rapist father, oh no, where ever I was going, I was a willing follower. He took me to his bed, laying me down and climbing on it and into it with me. It was then I saw that he was naked now. He removed, with my hurried help the skirt and top and tattered bra I still had hanging off me, my panties were in bits somewhere. He lowered me with him close to on top, the kiss he gave me told me I was his. I have my first touch of him as my hand rose and felt for him, it slid down his stomach to end as I took hold of his wet sticky prick, it was wet and sticky with both of our love juices, I gripped him tight, never wanting to let go. "Daddy," I whispered, "what have you done to me?" "Nothing you didn't need nor want honey," He told me, "I know how to take care of you, you don't know it yet, but I am saving your marriage, because one day you would have looked elsewhere because sadly, and I hate this, Mark can't step up to the plate. While I will keep you on the boil for as you long as you need it." A light suddenly went on in my head, he was right, Mark couldn't keep up with me, I don't know if I would have looked elsewhere later, but I know now I wasn't going to even have to think about it. My powerful knowledgeable father was saving me from myself, I kissed him. "Please daddy fuck me again, oh please I need you in me and as often as you want to be in me?" I squeezed his prick, and he grew there in my hand and it was for me, because of me. This time he made long slow love to me, kisses, lots of them, touches, caresses, nibbles, you name it I got it, and he got it all back. I had hardly thought of Mark, he didn't seem to be in my head at all, but after I knew he would be there. Jonathan drummed his prick into me like a bass drum, long and loud, Boom, Boom, Boom I went, legs and arms tight around him. He raised himself up on his elbows, looked down at me and smiled, then something that surprised me for some reason. "I love you Kat, I have from the day I first met you." It was said with no rancour, no flourish, just plain words of love from him to me. "Oh Jonathan, we can't be in love, we can't?" I was worried in case he was going to ask me to leave Mark for him. "Don't worry Kat, that's all there is, I love you, end of, no remorse no regrets, no demands, just love." I hugged him tight. My phone went, I looked at him, he nodded his head, we both knew who it would be. I started to get out of bed but my father held me and shook his head 'no.' I opened the phone, and in that one perfect instant I knew I loved Mark more than I ever had, contradictory I know considering where I was, who I was with, and what I had just been through and done with his lovely gorgeous dad! "Hi Mark," I said softly, my head laid on his dad's shoulder, my naked body next to his one. My right knee was draped and hooked over his. "Hey Kat, just ringing to say I love you, and I'll be home in about two hours, get ready, I'm feeling horny!" And he laughed. I smiled gladly at that, it was going to be okay. "I'll be there darling, buzz me at the end of the street okay?" The words were there unsaid, 'you wanna go for the world championship? Bring it on big boy!' I laughed, said goodbye, closed the phone and snuggled right into his dad. I was fine, life was good and it could only get better from now on were my thoughts. My hand slipped down to collect him, he breathed deeply into my hair, we spent the next thirty minutes hardly saying a word, we just relaxed into the moment, the time, our time. Then it was fun time again, "can we have a shower daddy"? I whispered to him. We had a riot in there, nothing was untouched, nothing wasn't probed or fingered. As I prepared to leave, he told me in all seriousness. "Kat don't ever even think of worrying about this, this will remain our super closely guarded secret, no one will ever guess or know of it I promise you." "Yes daddy, I know and believe you," I leaned into him and kissed him in the way I had ever only kissed Mark his son. "One more thing," he smiled, "and don't ever even think of saying no to me, you know you won't be able to will you?" "No daddy, I know that, and I will only ever say yes, we both know it don't we, you are the man daddy!" And I laughed at my little joke. I kissed him one last time and went home to get ready for my husband, and was he fucking horny, his excitement excited me, I gave him everything, he was at me most of the evening from the moment he walked through the door. We were all over the house. I asked him. "Mark, what's come over you, you aren't usually this explosive? But I have to say I do love it baby, and oh how I do love you too." "I just love you Kat, and I would hate to lose you." It was a stunning statement. "Why do you even think like that Mark, there isn't a chance in hell you can lose me, never!" I said. "Just a sort of internal fear I have," he mumbled. I loved him in my arms until he fell asleep in them. That night I slept like I hadn't slept for a whole month such was my exhaustion. When I awakened the next morning it was a beautiful Saturday, I knew Jonathan wouldn't be over for any particular reason so I energised myself for Mark and me, and we had a great weekend. We went for a pub lunch, a long walk, and an evening at the cinema. Sunday was spent sprawled around in the house, and early night making love and he was fired up and ready for work the following day. I had had a good talk with myself and had come to the conclusion that Jonathan and I had had our first and last connection. I told myself that it had to end. I t had been fantastic but it couldn't be allowed to last, this was it, end of, kapish! It would lead to a disaster neither of us wanted. And with that in mind I waited for him to call me. I sat at home all morning, he didn't call! And I got all hot and bothered over it. 'What's wrong with him, didn't he want me any more? Hadn't I been good enough! Who did he think he was, trying to ignore me like this! I can get any man I wanted, no one would say no to me, ever! I'll show him! I railed totally irrationally in my head. Then his words came back to me, they slinked into my petty childish thoughts. "I know how to take care of you, I'm saving your marriage, because one day you will look elsewhere," he had told me, and now I realised that he had spoken the truth. Hadn't I just told myself 'I can get any man I want, I'll show him!' I had told myself childishly. Suddenly I was the child again who had hurt her knee and wanted daddy to kiss it better, but it wasn't my knee I wanted kissing was it? I wanted to see him, to be near him, to let him know his silly pretty sexy cute daughter knew which side of her bread was buttered. I got ready and hurried round to his shop in town, It was closed, there was a sign saying closed for the day, reopen tomorrow. Where is he? I thought, I took my phone out to ring him but I was scared I might have a go at him for not being there where he should be, so I put it away. I was now being very inconsistent; from deciding we were over, I was desperate to be with him again. I wanted him to be in charge of me once more, to make me do what ever he wanted to make me do. To do to me what ever he wanted to do to me and not ask my permission, in short. I wanted to be used like he had used me last Friday! I drove to his home; it was now 1pm in the afternoon. I rang the bell, once twice, three times before the door buzzed open and voice from afar said. "Hi Kat, come on up, I'm in bed, I don't feel too well today.". I was about to ask him if he was deaf. But instead I rushed upstairs to see him. I dashed into his room and threw myself at him. I was a woman wanting to nurse my patient. "You're late Kat, I expected you to be here before now? That's why I closed the shop." That took the wind right out of my sails, and on to my back foot. I became sorry and apologetic. "Oh I'm sorry Jonathan, I didn't know, if you had told me I would have been here." I got up and stood at the side of his bed getting into my nurse mode when he said. "It's okay honey, you're here now, so are you going to get those clothes off so I can take care of your needs again, or are you going to stand there all day with your mouth open?" My gorgeous sexy father was teasing me again; he knew exactly how to push my buttons. I practically ripped my clothes of to get in with him. I was up close and personal in a second. "You do need taking care of I assume Kat, hmmm?" Before I could say anything he squeezed a nipple and I heated up to boiling point immediately. I grabbed at his cock it grew hard in my hand and he rolled over me and stuck it straight in. Up on his elbow's, he said. "You are one hot sexy little bitch Kat, that's for sure," he muttered, "I love having you as my fuck toy, that's what you are now aren't you Kat, my sexy fuck toy?" Again before I could respond to that, he drove his prick in and out several times and very hard. "Hmmm Kat? Tell me, you are my sexy fuck toy aren't you?" This was followed by more hits at my sopping grateful pussy. He stopped then and held himself in me, he just looked at me, and I had to answer him. "Yes daddy, I am, I am." I said gutturally. "You are what Kat, what are you?" he replied. He was going to make me say it. "Please daddy love me," all I wanted was him to do was bang me, hard and long, and then bang me hard and long again. "Tell me Kat, tell me what you are and I'll think about it." It was a demand I couldn't refuse. "Yes daddy, I am your little fuck toy, your sexy toy, I am and will be everything you will ever want me to be." It was a vow I made and meant. Then he banged me so hard I thought I was going to faint, Mark knew how to hit me, but his dad knew how to do it better. I was a rag doll under him. His prick was lodged in me, fixed tight, immovable, he held me tight, he held me down and so fucked me so gloriously. I was dripping cum out of me in bucket loads. It was fabulous; I loved it, I loved every long second. Then he got off me, I don't think he had cum but I wasn't too worried, I had, I had cum in a rain storm of juice. It was all around me, soaking into the bed. I was taken into his arms and he loved me. He held me in his arms, oh his loving arms; my husband's dad was giving me everything that as a woman I wanted. His lips burned mine, tongue, touch, soft caresses. Body heat, and power, I could feel his power surging through me. "Suck my cock Kat, I want to cum in your mouth, I want you to know my taste," It was a sort of matter of fact statement. I went down on him immediately, suck his cock is what he wanted, then suck his cock I would. And my goal was? It was to make him cum in me. I worked at that beautiful cock for about ten minutes, I played with his cum filled balls. I got a massive sense of power while I was eating my father's prick. Then he grasped me by my hair, he pumped me up and down on him and I could sense the forthcoming deposit. He blew a huge load into my waiting mouth. I had to scrabble not to spill any; I sucked and swallowed as if my life depended on it. But the greatest feeling of all was the sense of pride that I had done for him exactly what he had wanted me to do. I was beaming around the smooth creamy mushroom cock in my mouth as a it slowly deflated in me. He was stroking my hair now as I rested my head on his deeply breathing body. "That was terrific Kat, you certainly know how to suck cock, Mark is a lucky guy having you there for that whenever he needs it doing." I was a little offended by that, as if Mark would treat me like a skivvy! I have to admit I bridled at it. Jonathan knew I was too, he had sensed it from me. He held me down on him and reposted. "Kat you will suck my cock any time I tell you to, I won't be asking you, I will tell you and you will do it! Okay!" "Yes daddy," I answered, and I knew I would too, I was realising that if he told me to do something, then I would do it. I was being, even had been, over powered, learning to submit, understanding that he was the dominant one here and not I. In my marriage, Mark and I were equals, but not here, I was the student, the pupil. He was the master. I knew then that I was almost two different people, I was the loving equal partner to my husband, we shared our lives, we did as the other bid, permissions asked and given, not taken. I could and did get my own way with Mark, but I also gave way to him too. Yet with his dad I was the definite underling, he had me, no question about it, he was the boss, the man, numero uno. And I absolutely loved it. I had a partner, and I had a master. He looked at the clock, and said, "I think it time Kat sadly, that you leave, it's getting on a bit?" I had to agree with him, making a a silent promise to myself that I wouldn't be late the next time my husband's dad wanted me in his bed. I gave his cock one last huge suck, kissed him, dressed and left after much loving kisses from each of us. And in my ears, he had said, "I'll be round for dinner on Wednesday evening, but I'll need you in the shop to help me with something okay?" I knew what that something would be alright! I said that, "yes, I will be there before nine to help you with whatever you need to be helped with," a long kiss, and I was gone. On Tuesday night Mark and I were talking about us, our marriage, what we wanted to do, where to go with it, how we saw our future, all that sort of thing. Something inside me had clicked into place. I was being unfaithful to my husband with his dad. But I didn't view it as infidelity per se. It felt like the most natural thing in the world. I actually felt comfortable about it now. He was kind of playing the part of Lee Remick's lover in that film, Torn between two lovers. But I wasn't torn; his dad was filling the part of me only he could fill. As Mark and I continued our discussion he came out with a huge statement that stopped me dead, it was a real bombshell. "How do you feel about coming off the pill Kat, how about us having a baby, starting our own little family?" I was so amazed I couldn't speak, and then I threw myself at him, and screeched. "I took my last contraceptive pill this morning darling!" I told him loud and happily. "I won't be taking any more, I love you Mark, I really do." He wanted a baby, our baby! And as if to make my own promise, I ceremoniously got my pills out of the cupboard and threw them in the bin. That night we danced and drank to our health and future. It wasn't until I went to bed that his dad popped into my head, now what? I thought. The next day I set about preparing a dinner for me Mark and his dad. He would be over at 7.30. I was a little apprehensive because it would be the first time I would be with them both in the same room at the same time. But it excited me too, knowing both of my lovers were there with me. This gave me a weird feeling of control too. Knowing I could literally have either of my choice. Jonathan arrived and gave me a huge bouquet of flowers, kissed my cheek and was as normal as he had ever been, no knowing looks, no exgratia touches, just my father, my husbands loving dad. I now knew that it was all going to be okay, making love with my husband and his dad was going to be a normal occurrence. I was happy with it, I was getting all the cock thast even I could handle, from the two most wonderful men in the world. I loved them both in equal but different measures. I made sure I looked good for my men, I had on a low cut dress that was above my knees, a really nice evocative perfume, my hair was down like I know they both love it. I was the star, centre stage, my men's tongues were almost on the table cloth. Oh how I loved this, my life was perfect. A most loving loyal husband and a super virile father. Jonathan turned me on before he left, not that I wasn't already turned on. He did the most outrageous thing. As I was carrying in dessert, he helped, and walking behind me as we left the kitchen, my hands were full. He lifted my dress, slid his hand into my tiny thong and fingered my bum. I could do nothing about it; he only took it out when we stepped into the dining room. I knew my face was bright red, my neck was flushed, I could feel it! I was Locked In He sat down as if nothing had happened, thanked me for my sweet and carried on talking to Mark. All I could do was sit on my boiling hot pussy. It was so fiendishly bad I just loved it, so nasty and naughty, glorious. That night Mark got it big time, I just about fucked his brains out. "There's our first go at having a baby," I told him happily. The day after I stayed at home, I was kind of hoping Jonathan would call me, but he didn't. I suppose it was his way of keeping me on my toes. The following morning I got a text from him. "I'm at home," was all it said. But I knew it was an instruction for me to go there. I was there thirty minutes later, gagging to be 'seen' to. He smiled at me, "come in Kat, do you want the chair or the bed?" His eye brows lifted, he was waiting for an answer, he knew how to keep me on the hop. He knew me alright, he was lining me up for his wishes and by giving me a choice of the chair, or the bed, he wasn't giving me a choice at all was he? "The chair," I told him, he had me right where he wanted me. "Go on in, remove your clothes baby, and sit," he told me, "I'll be in a moment, okay?" But first he kissed me, I just melted. I was in that chair as fast as I could be. Then it whirred and I was locked in again, this time I was so willing I was nearly cumming already. My father was about to cement me in place. Soon I was spread eagled as before, but this time my legs were straight up in the air with my feet about four feet apart. He appeared above me smiling, he was naked, his hard on very evident. My father was about to take his son's wife again. "Now Kat," he said, "I want to ask you some thing." "Yes Daddy?" "You are my little sex toy now aren't you?" "Er yes I suppose I am, why?" "My little fuck toy?" He was tickling my vagina with a finger. "Yes daddy I am, please?" He didn't answer me. "Where does my little sex toy want her daddy's lovely cock?" I made a big mistake then, "any where daddy, any where." I was thinking of my mouth first and then my already aching pussy. "Any where baby?" "Yes daddy, any where." I told him. That enigmatic smile came on his 'I know face,' again. He kneeled down in front of me and pushed it right up my wet through soaking hole, then he pulled out and banged his cock straight up my ass. I screamed and cried out. I had a couple of inches of free movement but that was all, and it certainly wasn't enough to assist my freedom. He just fucked my unprotected ass, I felt as though I was being split in two. I felt something cold on me and saw he was pouring oil or some other substance on him and me. It aided my pain a little but Jonathan just fucked me until I heard him grunt, he was cumming. And that's when the change came over me; suddenly I wasn't in pain as I had been. The solid thick intrusion was still there, but between my pussy and his fingers wrecking my nipples I bloomed into arousal. "Jonathan oh Jonathan, please please please, oh my god no, oh yes, it's too... Arrrrgh! Hmmm, Urgggh, Urgggh, Ooooh, Jonathan, daddy this is...." Then my ass swelled, it ballooned, it got hot inside me, I knew then he was filling me with his hot heated thick sperm, that knowledge forced an enormous unknown climax from me. I cried out as I submitted to it. I sort of collapsed from it, it swept its way through me, over me, all around me. I was spent totally; to think that only a few hours earlier I had decided that this was to be no more. And now here I was with my husband's father's cock up my ass for the first time in my life. It was complete heaven, was Mark in for a surprise later when he did this to me too! His dad knew more about making love to a woman than either Mark and I knew between us put together. Mark would find the way with me, but a lot sooner than finding out between us. I felt him sliding out of me, my ass was empty and it felt odd because of it. Then a whirring sound again, My head slowly sank backwards and then hanging upside down. I felt something touch my lips. I lazily opened my eyes and saw something fuzzy. It was his pubic hair, and the thing touching my lips was his mushroom headed cock. I licked out my tongue and tasted him, the taste was of cum and another taste, I realised that it was my shit! But I opened my mouth and took him in. I know it sounds gross, but right then it was the most natural thing in the world to do for my lover. I swallowed his limp cock and sucked him and licked him clean. I loved it and knew I would be doing it for ever more, for him and his son. Jonathan kept me there most of the day antagonising me, it was so good; it was painful, but to be kept this way was heart rendingly satisfying. Because I knew it was happening to me simply because it was me. This was all down to me being me! I was now a complete unadulterated unfaithful wife and loving it. I was being taken down a path of no return, by what can only be described as my lecherous sex loving husband's dad, and do you know what? I was grateful that he had taken me, used me, abused me, and subjugated me to his will. I would praise the good Lord from the roof tops for the rest of my life for two things. One, he had given me his son to love. And two, he had given me himself. I was his, he was mine, (in a way) I had been this person he had uncovered all of my life, he had shown me, me! He finished the day off with me in his bed with him being loved. This to me is almost as satisfying as having a screaming orgasm. The feeling of love swimming through me is pure love. I revelled in it, and if there was one thing in my life I was more certain of, it was this. I was in love with him. I was in love with my husband; love for each of them was greater than the other and utterly different. How could I ever mix the two up? I told Jonathan of Mark and my decision to try for a baby, he told me he wasn't about to start wearing protection, any baby that was conceived would be Mark's, and no one would ever be the wiser. The only time anything like guilt entered my head was if Mark phoned when I was with his dad. And Jonathan would exert his hold over me by letting me know I was his plaything, his sex toy, his fuck toy. He asked Mark if I could work for him part time in the shop, he readily agreed not knowing he was handing me over to his powerful dad to do with his wife what ever he wanted. And let me tell you he did just that as well. The icing on the cake if you like was I started going on buying trips with him. We would share a hotel for two or three nights occasionally. The icing on my cake was well and truly set now, my life was bliss, I had the complete attention of two very virile men who could and did cock me when ever they wanted. Things took a bit of a twist when one of his French female customers/suppliers let him know that she wanted me. She told him in her soft sexy French accent how beautiful and sexy I was. I giggled at his comment on it. But he did tell me she was absolutely stunningly beautiful, and the same age as me. And that I ought to think about it. He did also tell me that he would arrange for dinner with her the next time we were there. "But dad," I said, "I don't need anything like that in my life, I'm happy as I am." "It's not all about you Kat," he said, "I'm quite liking the idea the more I think about it; I'll let you know what I decide before we come here again." And that as they say, was that, end of discussion. I hadn't got a say in it now. It was five months later that I missed my period, I was pregnant!