CHAPTER 10

It was nearly an hour later when Jim received the next text. The wait had seemed like years for him.

Julie wrote (while still using all caps so he'd know it was her): "KYLE'S BEEN DRILLING ME LIKE A JACKHAMMER FOR SOOOO LONG! HE JUST EJACULATED DEEP INSIDE ME. FINALLY! IT WAS BEAUTIFUL. I'M SOOO PROUD OF HIM, JIM. I'M ELEVATING MY HIPS TO HELP HIM BREED ME. LUV YOU HONEY!"

Jim groaned in agony. He'd only just started doing some simple and mundane tasks a little while earlier. Now even that was going to be impossible. Fucking hell! You've gotta be kidding me! They're been fucking non-stop all this time?! How the hell am I supposed to compete with that?! The last text was an hour ago. I've never lasted half that long in my entire life. I'm so screwed. Julie will never truly enjoy sex with me again!

He felt like he wanted to kill himself. But, at the same time, he discovered that he had a new erection that was just as powerful and irresistible as the last one (which had finally faded during the hour of waiting). That made him moan out loud in frustration and agony.

He tried his hardest not to imagine all the orgasms his wife must have had during that hour. But the harder he tried, the more his thoughts ran wild with visions of her lost in the throes of ecstasy again and again and again.

His arousal was so intense that he could barely think straight. All he could do was pant heavily at his desk, like he was running a race. This is so FUCKED UP! Here I am, in utter misery. Meanwhile, my cocky asshole of a son is probably lying on top of my naked wife, making googly eyes at her and whispering sweet nothings while endlessly playing with her big breasts. Hell, that's what I'd do if I was in his shoes.

I'm her husband, dammit! I have half a mind to rush over there and force them apart. The deal is off, period!

But I can't. FUCK! Kyle knows my terrible secret. As bad as things are, they could get a million times worse if he tells Julie everything about Dora. All I can do is just grin and bear it.

But I know one thing. I am NOT going to masturbate again! That was a moment of weakness, because I was just so damn confused. All my libido sees are two almost physically perfect people making incredible, athletic love, as if they were Greek gods and not mere mortals. How can I not want to cum from watching or thinking about the best porn imaginable?! Somehow, I forget they're actually my wife and my son. It will NEVER happen again, I swear it!

He attempted to get back to work. But he wound up staring at his computer screen, reading the same paragraph over and over again. He tried not to consciously admit it, but he was disappointed Julie only sent a text this time and not an accompanying photo as well.

Ten minutes later, his phone chimed again.

"You've gotta be kidding." Jim muttered to himself. "Does this nightmare never end?!" Then he looked at his phone.

This time, Julie wrote, "IN THE SHOWER. KYLE'S HOLDING ME. I'M WET IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE. MY LEGS ARE WRAPPED AROUND HIS WAIST. MY ARMS AROUND HIS NECK. HE'S SO STRONG, JIM. SO INSATIABLE. I LUV HIM SOOO MUCH. SO PROUD. HE'S GONNA BREED ME TODAY FOR SURE, SO DON'T WORRY. I LUV U TOO!"

Jim was overcome with a wave of excitement. He pictured their fit and firm bodies, naked and glistening, as the water cascaded over them. He envisioned his wife, squirming and writhing while helplessly pinned against the wall. He could practically see his son's hips bucking powerfully, driving his long and thick peter deep into the warm wet sponginess of her strong, experienced cunt.

He pictured Julie's big bobbling tits as they slipped against their son's hairless chest, her nipples tingling and engorged.

This time, he couldn't consciously deny his longing to see a photograph or two of the shower action. In fact, that urge was so strong that about ten minutes later, he texted back: "Photos or it didn't happen."

He loathed himself for writing that. His jealousy was burning like an out of control wildfire. But he could have written another text to cancel that request, and he didn't.

An agonizingly slow five minutes later, he finally got the reply. There was a short note from Julie: "YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND. THX FOR BEING SO COOL ABT THIS. HERE'S YOUR REWARD. (AND YES, HE'S STILL DRILLING ME DEEP!)"

There was a picture attached. Jim could barely breathe, he was so excited to look at it.

The picture surpassed all his wild imaginings, because those were just thoughts and this was really real. Julie was standing in the shower while bending forward, with her hands up above her head on the wall in front of her. It looked much like she was in position to get frisked by the police, except she was buck naked and soaking wet, and more water was pouring down on her. And instead of there being a cop in sight, her nude son was standing right behind her, fucking her doggy style. There was a significant gap between their bodies, and apparently Kyle only had the tip of his cockhead in her cunt, so most of his long, thick shaft could be seen. Kyle also had his hands reaching around Julie so he was freely fondling her massive jugs. One of her fat knockers was mushed out of shape due to Kyle's vigorously kneading hands.

Julie's eyes were closed, which was a disappointment for Jim. But her head was tilted way back and her mouth was opened very wide, despite the shower water raining down on her. Clearly, she was lost in the throes of intense pleasure at the moment the photo had been taken.

The previous photos had been the most arousing things he'd ever seen… until this one came along. This shower photo blew the others out of the water. He could have stared at it for hours, and in fact he realized he eventually probably would.

It was easy for him to imagine all the rivulets of water trickling down Julie's skin were Kyle's cum streaks instead! His body trembled as he imagined his wife that thoroughly covered in that much of his son's cum. He mused that she really could look like that, right now, if he was always cumming on her instead of inside of her.

He thought, Dear God, she's so beautiful! Forgetting that it's my son fucking her for a minute, that's the best pornography I've ever seen! They ARE like Greek gods and goddesses. They're not human! I swear, both of them really could be porn stars. How could anyone NOT be aroused by this?!

Another minute passed. Then there was a short text from Julie. "JUST CHECKING: R U UPSET?! I'M NEVER GOING TO FORGET THAT YOU'RE MY HUBBY AND THIS IS JUST A TEMPORARY THREE DAY BREEDING INSANITY. LUV U!"

That made him feel a lot better. He quickly wrote back, "Luv u 2. I'm hanging in there. I'm in a no-win situation, but like I said, it's better for me knowing than not knowing. I realize Kyle is just doing what is expected of him."

He wanted to add, "I just wish he wasn't so damn good at it," but after typing that sentence, he deleted

it.

Instead, he finished with, "We'll get through this together. Pls keep me in the loop." Julie wrote back, "THX! U R THE BEST!"

But then the communication stopped for a long while.

He felt even more miserable than before. His arousal and erection simply wouldn't go away no matter what he did. He remained solely tempted to masturbate and ejaculate once more, but he was determined to keep his vow and not give in to his crazy cuckold desire.

Instead, he just sat there. Luckily, he didn't have any urgent meetings or a need to interact with co- workers, because he was a basket case. He even kept his secretary Dora at bay (the woman he'd been having his secret affair with), telling her that he was dreadfully busy with vital work and nobody should come into his office for any reason, including her. His mind raced, torn between jealous rage and extreme arousal. Worse, he often felt both emotions at once, somehow tangled together and magnifying each other.

Ever since Kyle had caught him with Dora, his affair had been put on hold. Technically, he'd told Dora that their affair was over, but he wasn't sure if that was true. Dora was quite sexy in her own right (though different than Julie, with a slim, young figure) and she was head over heels in love with him, or at least in lust with him. They'd been secretly fucking for months, and he knew that all he'd have to do was say the word and Dora would gladly drop to her knees and blow him.

That was a highly tempting prospect, especially since his sexual confidence had been taking a severe battering. He longed for an ego boost. But he also dearly loved Julie, and was trying his hardest to save his marriage. Besides, he didn't want to go through the torture of being cuckolded for three days, only to get caught again and have his marriage go up in flames anyway.

So he was hanging in there, alone. Time dragged on painfully slowly. Already, it felt like the longest day of his life.

As he waited and waited, he wondered, Why is it that I've had much more sex in the last six months with Dora than with Julie? I could say it was the thrill of the new, but I don't think that's the main reason. Julie is such a physically ideal sex goddess that sex with her never gets old. No, in light of seeing Kyle fuck her, I'm wondering if it's because I somehow feel intimidated, like I'm not quite good enough for her.

Sometimes, even before this "breeding" nightmare began, I've had my secret fears, like there must have been some mistake and she married the wrong guy. I'm a decently handsome man, maybe a seven on a one to ten scale. But if that's the scale, she's completely off the scale! Kyle would be like a solid ten, as good as a man can get, but she'd be a twelve! At least!

Somehow, it just was easier with Dora. She's about a seven or an eight. We would make a much better sexual match if we were married, because I wouldn't have to try to be someone who I'm not.

Actually, he was downplaying his own looks as well as Dora's in order to make a point in his mind. He actually was a very handsome man. But his feeling of inadequacy compared to Julie was a very real, long-standing problem for him. She truly was a physical wonder.

He spent a lot of time thinking about future texts and photos. He wondered, How long are they at it this time? Are they still fucking?! That can't even be physically possible, can it? I'll bet they're taking a nap. Please, God, tell me that they're napping! I'm on the verge of a nervous breakdown as it is!

The next text from Julie came about forty-five minutes later.

She wrote: "KYLE AND I JUST GOT OUT OF THE SHOWER. BEST SHOWER EVER! BUT ALL HE DOES IS FUCK ME, SO DON'T WORRY. NO BLOWJOBS OR TITFUCKS OR 69S OR THE LIKE. WE'RE EXCLUSIVELY FOCUSED ON BREEDING. SPERM RUNNING DOWN MY LEG SO I NEED TO HURRY TO THE BED AND LET IT SOAK THROUGH MY CERVIX. LUV U!"

Jim was surprised that his anger was lessening and his arousal was rising. He couldn't help but still feel constant pangs of jealously, but overall, he was doing better with the situation. In fact, the thing that upset him the most was that he only got a text and no photo this time.

He thought bitterly, "All he does it fuck me, so don't worry." Is that some kind of joke?! Gee, thanks. No need for this clueless hubby to worry because my bombshell of a wife is ONLY getting fucked silly for hours on end. No problem there, because at least there's no blowjobs! Sheesh!

He was bitter, and then some. Jealousy, rage, confusion, shame, guilt, humiliation - these sorts of feelings were becoming his constant companions. But it was like all that was a dull roar that he was learning to live with. His lust was so intense that it overwhelmed all those other feelings. He still tried to fight the fact that he was incredibly turned on by thoughts and visions of Kyle and Julie fucking. But it seemed the more he fought those feelings, the stronger they got.

The only small thing he could feel good about was the fact that he was keeping to his vow not to masturbate. But that was becoming a problem because his erection would never go down, not even for a minute. The blue balls he was experiencing was getting to be quite painful.

A half hour later, Jim got another text.

"BEEN BREEDING ON OUR BED. KYLE ON TOP. SO HAPPY THAT U WANNA BE A PART OF THIS HONEY. I LUV U EVEN MORE."

He thought, Seriously?! They're still at it? STILL?! Fuck me! The way I figure, this is the fifth long fuck session between them since yesterday. Apparently, they haven't taken any significant naps yet. And it's only two in the afternoon! They'll have the rest of the day and all the night together too!

Jim couldn't help but look at the clock incessantly, always waiting for Julie's next text. He longed to send another "Pics or it didn't happen" text, but he resisted.

He managed to find some mindless busy work to do on his computer. But that was the problem, that it was mindless. All his thoughts remained focused on what was happening at home, so keeping busy didn't help him.

He thought, How can two people fuck that much and not just drop dead from exhaustion? Why do they both have to be so damn fit? They're literally taking part in a sex marathon, probably burning as much energy as in a real marathon. And my erection STILL won't go away. I'm getting to the point where I'll be forced to masturbate soon, if those warnings about calling a doctor for erections lasting more than four hours have any truth to them.

An hour went by, but there still were no new texts or photos.

Another half an hour passed, and still nothing. He surmised that they probably were taking that nap after all. (In fact, he was right about that: all that fucking could exhaust anybody, even Kyle and Julie, with both of them at the peaks of their physical fitness and able to run real marathons after only a little bit of conditioning.)

After another half an hour, Jim couldn't handle the suspense any longer. He decided to text. He wrote: "Everything OK? Napping, maybe?"

An answer came soon after.

Julie wrote, "YEAH, WE HAD A NICE NAP TOGETHER. NOW IT'S BACK TO BREEDING. KYLE'S STILL ON TOP OF ME AND HE'S ALL THE WAY INSIDE ME. HIS HEAD'S NUZZLED AGAINST MY NECK LIKE A BABY. IT'S SO CUTE. I THINK HE'S A LOT LIKE YOU JIM. HE LIKES MY LEGS WRAPPED UP AROUND HIM, JUST LIKE YOU DO. MY ARMS ARE HOLDING HIM AGAINST ME WHILE WE ROCK."

Jim felt tremendous relief, even though he was baffled by that feeling. He told himself that it was removing the uncertainty, so he wouldn't fear that they were doing something worse. But that didn't make much sense, because he couldn't think of anything "worse" than the two of them fucking, especially since it sounded like they were more making love this time. It seemed certain they had to be bonding in a new way, thanks to their new physical intimacy.

He wrote back, "I hope he gets the job done soon."

Julie's reply came a minute later. "I'M SURE HE WILL. SO MUCH OF HIS CUM IN ME. I'M DROWNING IN IT! HE'S SOOO STRONG JIM. SO HANDSOME. I LUV HIM SOOO MUCH. SLOW STEADY THRUSTING. OUR BODIES ARE DRIPPING WITH SWEAT. GONNA NEED ANOTHER SHOWER AFTER THIS I THINK. HEE-HEE! LUV U HONEY!"

His urge to cum was reaching a breaking point. He was practically feverish when he wrote, "P.O.I.D.H. (pics or it didn't happen)."

To his surprise, instead of getting the picture he craved, he got a phone call. It was Julie.

After some brief hellos back and forth, she told him, "I've got a nice picture or two to send you. But before I do, I just want to double and triple check that you're 100% okay with this. I remember how upset you were yesterday. I want to make sure that won't happen again."

Jim replied, "I get that. But trust me, it's the not knowing that gets me worked up and upset. When I find out what you're doing, with a picture, text, or call, then I feel a lot better. I can breathe again."

Julie asked, "Even when you see or hear evidence that we're fucking up a storm?"

He lied, "I can't really get upset at that, can I? That's exactly what the plan is. How can he breed you without cumming inside you? And how can he reach that point without getting worked up with lots of thrusting and all the rest?"

Julie was relieved, and sounded it. She still found it hard to believe that Jim was getting off on being cuckolded, even though the evidence to that effect was growing stronger and stronger. She gushed, "Oh, thank God! I'm soooo glad to hear you say that. But do you really mean it? What if I tell you that he's fucking me right now?"

"Is he?!" Jim couldn't keep the lusty excitement out of his voice.

"He is!" She felt greatly encouraged by hearing that excitement, not to mention the heavy panting that Jim was unable to hide. "It's pretty much still exactly like I described in my last text or two. He's still on top of me, and his huge cock is fully impaled inside me. I'm so proud of him! He's really become a man!"

Jim was incredulous. "How do you two manage to keep going? You're putting the Energizer Bunny to shame!"

"We are!" She giggled. Then she truthfully admitted, "But actually, we've slowed down a lot since the shower. This morning, we were going at it pretty hot and heavy, but now it's more of a mellow coupling. He's all the way inside me most of the time, and we just kind of spoon together, wiggling and writhing, fondling and kissing, whispering sweet nothings. It's heavenly! I feel he could fuck me like this for hours and hours without cumming a single time!"

Then she added while giggling, "For him, that is. Meanwhile, it feels like I'm pretty much cumming non-stop!"

He did a double take as he realized something. "Wait! Did you say 'kissing?' As in on the lips?"

Julie reluctantly admitted, "There... and other places. I know it's very intimate. I resisted it at first, but things get passionate and you kind of lose track. It's harmless. Trust me."

He grumbled, but he let it slide. Instead, he asked, "So, what else? Did you nap together too? In the same bed?"

"We did. It was so nice and relaxing, and we were all fucked out. Literally! Kyle's such a great kisser. We just kissed and fondled for the longest time. He loves exploring my naked body... every last inch! I must admit I did a lot of exploring of his chiseled body too. But then he got super horny all over again and took me again!"

Jim asked breathlessly, "What do you mean, 'took you?!'"

"You know. He mounted me. And... and... he filled me! Filled me with his huge cock! GAAAWWWD! Just like he's filling me now! You have no idea how INCREDIBLE it feels to be stuffed this full! But then it got even better, because he fucked me hard and deep for a good half-hour! He was like a man possessed! But that left both of us exhausted all over again, so we've been in this mellow mode for a while."

She knew her words had to be firing Jim's libido, due to his increasingly heavy panting. But just to be sure, after a pause, she asked, "Is that the sort of information you want to hear, so you don't feel that nagging uncertainty?"

Jim spoke with surprising honesty, "It's not like I WANT to hear that. In fact, I hate it. But I feel somehow that I HAVE to hear it. It's hard to explain, but that's how it is."

"Oh, I see," Julie said, even though she didn't understand him at all.

There was a long pause, while both of them tried to come up with what to say next.

During the silence, Jim heard some strange sexual noises over the phone line. He couldn't resist asking, "What's that I'm hearing?"

"Do you really want to know?" "I wouldn't ask unless I did."

Julie honestly explained, "Mostly, that's the sound of your son slowly pounding in and out of me. Like a slowly moving piston. Steady and relentless! Our privates are soaking wet, and even a bit frothy, so each thrust sounds a bit squishy, I guess."

All of a sudden, Jim felt such a rush of arousal that he nearly fainted. In a flash, his vow not to masturbate again was destroyed. It was as if he had no say in the matter whatsoever. He quietly unzipped his fly and started to furtively stroke his hard-on.

As he did that, he asked, "Is that all? I hear some other noises too."

There was a pause, and more strange noises. Then Julie responded, "I can't hear what you hear, but I can guess. Maybe you're hearing the sounds of Kyle playing with my breasts, or ass, or other parts of my naughty, naked body. His hands are always on the move. I've long given up trying to stop him or slow him down. Or maybe it's the way he's kissing me. Right now, he's kissing all around my erect nipples. No surprise there, since he loves that part of me!" She giggled. "He treats my naked body like it's his personal playground, and I guess that's just how it is."

She belatedly added, "For the rest of the breeding session only, obviously. Of course."

"I see," Jim said noncommittally. He was trying to stay calm so his wife wouldn't realize his growing cuckold fetish. Unfortunately for that intention, he didn't realize how heavily he was breathing, or how much that gave away.

After a long pause, she asked, "So... you really don't mind me telling you such details?"

He practically exploded, "Of course I mind! You're my wife, dammit!" But he forced himself to keep his temper in check, mostly. "Er, what I mean is, it's disturbing. It sounds like you two are getting too intimate, what with all that kissing and fondling and whatnot. Way too intimate! That bothers me even more than knowing that his penis is inside you right now. But I, uh... I appreciate your honesty, and again, I guess it's better to know than not know."

His ears picked up on a new sound. "Hey! What's that?!" "What's what?" Julie asked.

"That. Some kind of loud, wet sound."

Julie added, "Oh, that. I'll bet what you're hearing the sound of kissing. Once you starting talking just now about minding and all, Kyle slip up and started kissing me on the lips some more."

Jim was ready to explode, both with his temper and his orgasmic need. "So... you're making out?!"

"Of course we're making out. Except when I'm talking, of course. By the way, I forget: do you mind about that? I hope you don't mind, because we've been doing a lot of it. At first, I was pretty adamant against any sort of kissing at all. But so often we're fucking face to face, with our mouths practically touching anyway, like we are right now, and I figure it seems kind of silly to let him fuck me to his heart's content while objecting to mere kissing. Don't you agree? Or did I tell you that already? I forget, because I'm pretty darn distracted right now!" She giggled.

Jim was almost incapable of responding, because his arousal was soaring to dizzying heights. Actually, hearing the additional kissing details greatly pissed him off, because it suggested even more intimacy and pleasure that had little to nothing to do with impregnation. But he was so close to cumming that he was unable to explain his feelings.

Then, to make matters worse, as soon as she finished saying those words, he heard more sounds of kissing. He vividly imagined his handsome son lying on top of her, slowly fucking her while passionately making out with her at the same time.

And all the while, she was on the phone with him, her husband!

His arousal soared through the roof, in part due to his extreme humiliation.

All he could manage to say was, "Um, we'll talk about it later. Someone's knocking on the door. Gotta go!" That was a lie.

"Okay! Love you, Honey! And thanks again for being so understanding about all this! Remember that we're all about the breeding. That's why all those other sex acts I mentioned earlier are completely out of bounds."

"Right. Later!" He ended the call.

He was in a rush to get off the phone because he'd crossed the point of no return. But this time he hadn't thought to get the trash can in place, since he was so distracted by the phone call. He wound up splashing his cum against the wooden paneling on one of the drawers of his fancy desk.

He hated himself for his inability to control his cuckold arousal. But then again, his orgasm was beyond

the beyond. Like the last one, it felt better than the best sex he'd ever had, probably because all of his emotions were magnified and intensified many times over.

Jim thought that was the end of the crazy roller coaster ride he'd been on for hours. He felt much better after cumming, and he was thankful that his penis went flaccid and stayed that way, finally. His guilt and shame threatened to come crashing in again, especially since he'd broken his no masturbation vow, but he was so physically and emotionally exhausted that he decided to postpone that reckoning until later, and his mind was willing to go along with that.

He managed to get a towel, sponge, and some water, then clean away all evidence of his cummy mess.

After he did that, he tried to get back to work, with some success. He was relieved that he was finally able to do more than just mindless tasks. He dove into some important paperwork with gusto, because keeping his mind busy helped keep his strange erotic thoughts at bay.

But his relative peace and productivity was shattered when he got another text twenty minutes later.

Julie wrote: "KYLE JUST HAD HIS ORGASM. YEAY! POOR BABY WAS REALLY GRUNTING AND GROANING AND THRUSTING IN AND OUT OF ME FOR SO LONG. OH, AND HE'S SUCH A GREAT KISSER! I THINK IT WAS A REALLY STRONG ONE. I COULD FEEL HIS COCK PULSING FOR AT LEAST FIVE MINUTES AFTERWARDS BEFORE HE FINALLY WENT SOFT! I FEEL LIKE I HAVE A GALLON OF SPERM SLOSHING AROUND INSIDE ME. GONNA LET IT SOAK. LUV YA!"

Just like that, Jim's head reeled because his erotic feelings came roaring back with the power of a runaway freight train.

He had the small solace that although his mind was filled with obscene thoughts, at least his penis was staying flaccid this time. All those hours of blue balls had been an ordeal. He wasn't like his son, with an ability to get it up again and again and again with ease.

But even this solace was snatched from him a minute or two later, because Julie texted again, "OOPS! ALMOST FORGOT. THANKS FOR THE P.O.I.D.H. REMINDER." There was a picture attached.

As always, Jim couldn't resist the temptation of seeing what it was. This time, it was a close-up of Julie's pussy. Clearly, it had been through a hell of a battering! It was red and swollen from so much fucking.

But what took Jim's breath away were all the rivulets of cum leaking from her slit. Much of that wetness had to have been caused by her own arousal. That alone would have made it a remarkable photo, because her entire crotch was soaked, much more wet that he'd ever seen. However, even more arresting was the fact that still more of the wetness had to be Kyle's cum leaking from deep within her vagina. Upon close inspection, Kyle's cum was whiter and thicker than Julie's pussy juices. There was so much of it that Jim simply couldn't believe his eyes!

That's why his solace was ruined, because there was something about seeing his son's cum flowing from his wife's well-fucked pussy that drove him absolutely insane and gave him yet another raging erection.

By this point, it was impossible for him to deny that not only was he turned on by thoughts and images of Kyle and Julie fucking, but he was MORE turned on by that than anything else in his entire life! It was way more arousing even than getting to have his way with his wife's remarkable body in any manner he desired. He didn't understand why, but that was the reality.

However, he remained determined to fight these feelings. His hope was that if he resolutely refused to scratch his itch, the itch would slowly but surely fade away. He'd had success with "mind over matter"

when it came to actual poison ivy itches and such, and he didn't see why that approach would fail to work here.

So, despite his boner, he resumed his vow not to masturbate. In fact, he redoubled his resolve on that matter.

He tried hard to focus on his office work the rest of the afternoon... but with only partial success at best. He simply couldn't help but picture a long and thick teenage cock squirting rope after rope deep inside his wife's warm, clutching cunt. Thanks to the last picture that had been sent, he thought just as much about her son's cum filling her vagina so much that some of it overflowed and made a large wet spot in the bed.

He thought, That's on MY bed, the very one I sleep in every night! Disgusting! I'm making another vow, to buy a new bed and throw the old one out, just as soon as her ovulation is finished and my living nightmare comes to a merciful end.

He fought his desire to send another "Pics or it didn't happen" text. He worried he would look too pathetic and needy if he did. But he was unable to do any work whatsoever anymore, so he was nothing but horny yet miserable.

Then an idea came to him: he could call with the excuse that he wanted to confirm he would be staying at his parents' house that night. So he did. But nobody answered. That was like a gut punch. He reluctantly left a message, hoping that would prod them into calling back.

He was relieved when he got a call back about ten minutes later.

It was Julie. "Hi, Honey. I got your message. Thanks for keeping me in the loop." Jim replied, all too needfully, "Why didn't you answer when I called?!"

"Oh. Sorry 'bout that. We were taking a break, but then we kind of got a little playful and started playing a game."

"What game?" Jim had to ask.

"Chase! With the simple rule that if he could catch me, he could fuck me. I managed to stay away from him for about five minutes, but you know how it is with me and my big breasts. I have to hold them from bouncing around too much, and that slows me down. I think he was playing with me the whole time, to be honest. He finally caught me in the backyard, by the pool. Then he took me and fucked me right there, on one of the lawn chairs!"

Jim felt like throwing up all over again. "You two fucked OUTSIDE?! Where anyone could see?"

She said dismissively, "Oh, don't worry. Nobody can see into the pool area, and you know it. You're the one who made sure of that, so I could do my nude sunbathing there."

Jim complained, "I know, but what if you scream out?! Who knows who might hear that?!"

"Relax. I didn't scream. Or, not much, at least. As it so happened, I was 'saved' when he realized he had to pee. Once he was off me, that's when I came back into the house and saw that you called."

He dared to hope. "So... you're not actually fucking as we speak?"

She giggled. "No, of course not. We're not superhuman, you know. Although..." "What?!" His heart leapt to his throat.

"Our son just finished with the bathroom and he's entered the room I'm in. You should see the way he's staring at my naked body! If looks alone could impregnate, I'd be having twins right about now!" She

giggled.

Then she added, quietly and with a muffled sound to her voice, "Behave!" Jim was on edge. "What was that?"

"What was what?" Her voice was no longer muffled. "You said 'behave.'"

"Oh, that. Kyle's getting all randy again. As usual!" She chuckled. "His hands are just... everywhere! I've gotta go before, well, you know. Have a good time with your parents."

"Okay. Sure." He sighed as he heard the phone click, indicating the call was over.

He was left sad and deflated. He could feel his marriage falling apart right before his eyes. But at the same time, his arousal was off the charts.

He envisioned Julie stretched out on a lawn chair in her full naked glory. Her body was even more stunning than usual, thanks to the sun shining down brightly on her outrageous curves. She crocked a finger at Kyle, beckoning him to come to her. Kyle walked forward, his erection leading the way like a baseball bat protruding from his crotch.

Then, when Kyle got within arm's reach of Julie, she grasped his oversized boner and pulled it to her face. She opened her mouth wide and engulfed his fat knob in one fell swoop!

Even though it was only his imagination running wild, Jim very nearly swooned. He wanted to kill her, and then kill Kyle, since a blowjob wasn't allowed, as it didn't help impregnate her. He knew that was irrational since the sex act was only happening in his mind, but he couldn't help his feelings.

But then, to his horror, his daydream continued, as if it was a terrifying horror movie on TV, only there was no way to turn the TV off or even look away. Julie gleefully began sucking on Kyle's outrageously large pole, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy and her cheeks repeatedly caving in from her intense suction.

Jim actually stood up and clenched his fists. He muttered to himself, "Stop it! Stop this nightmare, I want to get off!" He thought, I know they're not doing that, but they could be. And it's not like fucking is any better! Shit! She just admitted he fucked her on one of the lawn chairs! Now, I'll have to throw them all away. Hell, he's going to fuck her all over the house. I'm going to have to throw all the damn furniture out!

What a living nightmare!

Yet the "movie" of Julie sucking Kyle off kept playing in his mind. Rather than fight it, he let his strange cuckold lust take over. He found himself cheering her own in his daydream, even as he felt revolted on some other level.

Thankfully, he got a phone call about important business. That forced him to shake off his feverish fantasies and get back into a professional mode for at least a while.

But after the call ended, he felt unsettled. His weird nightmare/fantasy of an incestuous blowjob was over and wouldn't come back. But there was no way he could get back to work. Heck, he could barely think straight.

Just before leaving for the day, Jim got another text.

"LIVING ROOM. DOGGIE-STYLE. SAY HI TO MOM AND DAD FOR ME. LUV U!"

It took Jim a half-hour to get to his parents' house, and that text left him with another uncomfortable

hard-on most of the drive there. He knew the route there well, so he drove as if on autopilot. That freed up his mind to imagine his son drilling Julie from behind... and much, much more. He envisioned his son's massive prick causing the cheeks of her strong, meaty buttocks to ripple, thanks to his incessant pounding.

He felt like a broken man, a shell of his former self. He couldn't even work up a righteous anger, due to the incestuous porn film playing in his head. It was a wonder he didn't crash the car.