Chapter 119: Lily 004

I was sure not to look for them again as I slowly pulled my panties down around my ankles, and removed my bra. I always left my heels on. Usually I prolonged this stripping and made more of a show out of it, but given the unique circumstances tonight, my kinky side was in overdrive.

Naked in heels, I poured myself a glass of wine from the bottle of red sitting on the little table. I took a drink and sat down on the love seat. John and Eric's presence for my show that night had encouraged me to go a little farther. Being nude wasn't enough.

I began to finger my pussy for the crowd. With the room being soundproofed, I heard absolutely nothing. Some girls liked to hear music, I enjoyed complete silence.

I pictured John and Eric in my mind while my little fingers ran up and down my wet slit. I thought of kissing Eric as two of my curved fingers slipped between the slick walls of my lips and entered my pussy. I slid in and out, my body trembling with a mounting orgasm.

"Oh god..." I mumbled to myself, as I felt the tension building, and my body stiffening. I was becoming increasingly aroused, which was dangerous for a woman like me. The kissing fantasy moved to thoughts of Eric's cock. Was he big? What was his shape?

I again broke my rule, opened my eyes and looked for John and Eric. They were gone.

Had they become bored with me and left to see another performer?

That hurt.

Feeling slighted, yet also having reached the point of no return with my developing orgasm, the humiliation turned to anger. I fucked myself hard.

I slid down on the couch, pushing my hips over the edge of the cushion. I spread my legs as far as they would go, and pulled my index finger from my wet pussy, and slowly forced it up my tight asshole. I'd done this many times before, and my bud between my butt cheeks knew to accept it easily. I pulled in and out with my index finger, while using two stiff fingers on my left hand to thrust into my pussy. I felt humiliated, with my finger up my asshole and fingering myself in front of strangers. My debasement by my own hands made me want to explode.

When my orgasm came bursting out of me, I began to cry. I collapsed on the floor in front of the love seat.

My body shook from both the ecstasy as well heavy tears. I doubt the audience noticed.

I was still feeling the affects of my orgasm and emotional aftershocks when Mason entered the room. This had never happened before. Something was wrong. Normally, I would've jumped up and covered myself with the blanket, but I was literally seconds after a very intense orgasm.

"Want to make ten grand?"

I was still panting, breathing heavy. I wasn't sure what he was asking.

"What?"

"These two guys asked me how much to enjoy you for an hour. I told them twenty thousand. Ten for me, ten for you."

Eric and John. Oh my God. Of course it was them. John (Eric and my husband's father) didn't amass his empire and his fortune by being timid. He's the type of guy who doesn't consider what is appropriate or in the realm of possibility. If he wants something, he finds a way to get it.

I should've considered it more. I should have thought about the very real-life applications my decision right now would have on my life and my marriage, forever. But I didn't think.

"OK," I said, trembling with excitement and nerves. Giving in to the temptation was thrilling. Having committed to it scared me to death. What would they do with me? I decided I would give them their money's worth by simply presenting myself to them.

Mason didn't wait for me to change my mind. He brought in a wooden box of toys and put them in the room -- vibrators and anal toys. Before he left, he handed me a bottle of lubricant.

"Have fun, baby," and he was out the door.

I felt as though I was having an erotic half-nightmare / half-dream when John, followed by Eric entered the space. They wasted no time with me, still naked in my heels, spilled into a heap on the floor in front of the love seat, cum from my orgasm running from my wet, throbbing cunt down the inside of my thigh.

The presentation was absurd. There was no dance, and no clothing to strip off for them. Nothing to unwrap. In fact, I was already post orgasm.

They treated me like a cheap slut. And why shouldn't they? For all they knew, I was just a stripper at a high-class strip club. I was not Amy, their brother and son's wife.

I glanced out again over the crowd. This was rare -- a performer being used by strangers. The audience had grown, and surrounded the glass room on all sides.

John was first. He straddled me, standing over me, his crotch lined up with my face. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled both his underwear and jeans just below his ass, exposing his massive erection. John was in his 60's, yet was quite tall and muscular. His cock fit his body perfectly. He now simply wanted to be serviced.

I looked up into his blue eyes, which I had previously only seen looking back at me with kind love. Now, they were predatory. They were the eyes of a man willing to cheat on his wife with who he assumed was just an anonymous slut. If my husband was at all kind and considerate in bed, and he very much was, his father was the opposite.

I suppose I was hesitating too long, really letting the reality of the situation fill me. I was becoming increasingly aroused thinking of all the times Eric, John and I had been together in the past year. I allowed my eyes to go soft. I wanted to be the innocent girl, giving herself up. I looked at his rod just a few inches away from my mouth. I touched him. He was hot, and the skin over his cock had a velvet feel to it. I stroked him as I looked up. I allowed my lips to part. Looking into his eyes, I lightly ran my hand up and down his shaft, enjoying that he had no idea he was about to fuck his daughter-in-law.

He was out of patience and roughly grabbed me by the back of the head and lightly pushed me down on him, my mouth tasting a fraction of his hot, thick cock. He was smooth and salty. For what perhaps a full thirty seconds or so, John simply stood over me, looking down at me with his dick in my mouth.

After a few seconds he started pulling my hair back and pushing me back down on him. He guided me as I sucked his cock. But this was just a tease. Simply and appetizer, showing me who was in charge and what our relationship was. I was here to service him, and, as he plainly stared down at me, nude, my own cum in a little pool on the concrete floor beneath my swollen cunt, clearly I was submissive to him.

John pulled himself out of my mouth and instructed me to get on all fours in the middle of the room. I didn't answer for fear he'd recognize my voice. I'd always had a great respect for my own parents, and John, being 25 years my senior, as well being so forceful in this moment, certainly felt like an authority figure to me. It was natural I suppose that I fell into the role of "doting daughter". I did as I was told and got on my hands and knees.

John once again walked to me, his throbbing, hungry cock again lined up with my face. He again took me by the back of my head and pushed me down on his cock, roughly this time. I was surprised.

"Suck it, little girl.You're a little slut, aren't you?"

I desperately wanted to answer him, but I couldn't. I had to allow my obedience to speak for me. I took him down deeper, coating his cock with my dripping saliva. The slurping sounds made by my servicing him made me so very horny. I felt like a trashy whore. John noticed.

"Ahhh, Good Girl. That's right, little girl. Suck me, make me cum."