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My Daughter In-Law
by Ving (address withheld)

***

Father in-law takes his son's wife. (MMF, voy, orgy, 
fist, cuck, alcohol)

***

Authors Note: Either by great writing, or gross 
misunderstanding, some of the readers of my stories 
believe they are true, not so, all of my stories, 
except Trip to California, are pieces of fiction and 
have no relationship to any one or any thing. Some of 
the scenes I write about are patently illegal, and all 
of them are sexually unsafe. I neither promote nor 
condone the behavior of my characters, the stories are 
written for the sake of giving vent to my fantasies and 
for the erotic enjoyment of the adult reading public. 
Thank you for your indulgence.


I led a very successful business life. I started my own 
computer design firm right after graduating from MIT. I 
created a design program for three dimensional 
architectural drawings and soon found myself with a 
seven figure yearly income. 

I married lucky, we met before the financial windfall 
and married when it was just starting, so my wife 
wasn't a brown nosing money grubber or a trophy wife. 
Peggy was a saint, she bided my moods and comforted me 
when I needed it. She also taught me how to live with 
wealth, not to flaunt it, or use it to buy favors but 
to help others, to help the environment, and to support 
the arts.

She refined me from a nerd into a well dressed, well 
mannered, need I say even debonair, gentleman. She 
bought my clothes then hired a private tailor to see 
that they fit properly. She gave me lessons on how to 
eat in public and at private dinners. She made me play 
scrabble and do crosswords so my vocabulary would grow. 
She made sure I always had something to read, and every 
night before sleep she would grill me about the day's 
events, from world news to office gossip. 

I put my foot down when it came to opera, but all the 
other arts were on the table, and she seemed to have a 
knack for picking the best, some to physically or 
mentally experience, and some to financially back. My 
darling wife Peg, the love of my life, took sick one 
cold winter night and despite all the medicine and 
doctors I could buy, nothing made her well. She passed 
from my life but not from my being.

My wife was a saint, would I could say the same about 
our only child, Jerry, a son who seemed to take delight 
in torturing his parents. I'm sure we both over 
indulged him and ignored him as he grew up, at once 
showering him with all that money could buy, while 
shuttling him around from one boarding school to 
another, each one more remote from the next, as he was 
expelled and or kicked out from one after another. 

He then blamed me for his mother's death and as soon as 
he turned eighteen he quit school and disappeared from 
my life. Oh it would have been easy enough to just look 
at the addresses where the checks from his trust fund 
were sent, but I never bothered to. As much as my Peg 
turned me into a moneyed squire, our son turned into a 
loud, obnoxious oaf, I was glad to be rid of him. Then 
he returned fourteen years later with a wife of his own 
and my tune changed.

Jerry was now a subdued, obnoxious oaf. He finally 
learned to tone down the bluster, but still retained 
the gift for gab. He had even, much to my astonishment, 
managed to marry a former beauty queen turned model. 
After wasting ten years of his life and his trust fund, 
he found himself on the wrong side of a gun at a high 
stakes poker game. He was able to glib his way out of 
the situation, but even his desultory brain realized it 
was time to change his behavior. 

I have to give him credit, of his own volition he 
turned himself in to a rehab center (very exclusive and 
expensive, of course) and came out a success story. He 
was able to quit taking drugs and pills and to stop 
drinking. He met a fellow resident who got him 
interested in real estate sales and provided him his 
first job. His toned down bluster and gift for flowery 
exaggeration, plus the connections his new found friend 
provided, soon added up to a successful career, 
something that he could finally say he did on his own. 

So with his new found confidence and an even sharper 
hone to his patter, he met, wooed, and won the heart of 
one Phyllis Jones, the former Miss North Dakota, who, 
after being one of the final ten contestants in a 
national beauty pageant, decided to try her luck and 
limited talents in the big city. She soon found work as 
a fashion model, but when she blossomed from a slim 
nineteen year old into a curvaceous twenty two year 
old, her agent guided her into lingerie modeling. 

Jerry met her at party thrown by the recent buyer of a 
penthouse condo in the Toney part of town, she was a 
friend of the owner and party thrower, Jerry was the 
seller's agent and wheedled his way to an invitation 
even though he knew nobody there, not even his host. He 
was quite taken with her, and made sure he was 
introduced to her. 

His silver tongue and large wallet soon had her saying 
I Do, and he decided to bring his blushing bride home 
to meet his father, where he thought he would gloat 
while showing off the trophy he felt he was finally 
good enough to win. Bad idea. As soon as I laid eyes on 
my son's wife I knew he didn't stand a chance next to 
the man his mother had turned into a middle aged 
smoothie. I may not have the glibness of my son, but I 
sure had the class and the style. And, it turned out, 
the good fortune of being an older man. Who knew the 
young vixen had a thing for older men?

So Jerry came back to town with his wife and bought a 
house right across the street from mine. Peg designed 
our mansion and grounds with impeccable taste, and we 
found ourselves the lead actors in several 
architectural and home and garden magazine articles. 

As you would expect, Jerry went the exact opposite 
route, making his house and grounds as garish and 
glitzy as he could, unwittingly of course, he thought 
his taste was impeccable. He and his wife invited me to 
their first party after the renovation was complete. 

As I walked up the sweeping curve of my son's driveway 
I looked with distaste at what he had done to the 
landscaping. He had removed stately elms, oaks and 
maple trees that had stood there for years, and 
replaced them with small trees and bushes that he had 
trimmed into different shapes, with one near the house 
even shaped like a phallus, something he made sure to 
point out to every guest, along with a wink and a poke 
in the ribs with his elbow. I was standing idly by when 
Phyllis made her entrance to the grand ballroom, which 
I might add, was festooned with what would be black 
velvet paintings of Elvis, except that Jerry could 
afford silk, so the walls were bedecked with iridescent 
Elvis painted on shimmering black silk. 

My daughter in law looked stunning. Her long blonde 
hair was swept up in a crown haloing her head, exposing 
her long alabaster neck where a simple gold locket hung 
and drew your gaze to the magnificent breasts her 
strapless dress was barely containing. As my eyes 
traveled down her body I took in the sight of how her 
dress hugged her waist and hips before billowing out 
over her shapely legs and ending just above her black 
stocking covered knees. Her feet were shod in a pair of 
four inch high stiletto heels, held on by a single 
strap wrapped around each ankle. 

As my gaze retraced it's path back up her body I took 
an oath to myself that by the time the night was over I 
would know if those black stockings she was wearing 
were pantyhose, thigh highs or gartered nylons. Seeing 
as she was a lingerie model each was a possibility, and 
I vowed to find out, while at the same time getting a 
little revenge for all the trouble my son had caused 
me.

My obnoxious son and his equally obnoxious business 
associates joining us for dinner, had no chance against 
the suave father, and by the time the after dinner 
drinks were being served I had my daughter in law 
hanging on my every word. I made sure I was seated next 
to her at the table, and with the practiced guile 
learned from thirty some years of conducting multi 
million dollar deals with men I didn't know, my 
seemingly simple questions elicited all the information 
I would need to put her under my spell. 

I learned of her infatuation with older men, how her 
first real love was a professor from her college who 
was thirty years her senior, and how she never met any 
men her own age who knew how to treat a women. Needless 
to say my manners and attentiveness to her needs while 
dinning went into high gear and I soon had her under my 
spell. Seeing his wife doting on his hated father drove 
my son over the brink and he began drinking glasses of 
wine. 

He was now passed out on a couch, his dry years causing 
his tolerance to shrink, and making him vulnerable to 
the several glasses of wine he downed at dinner and the 
vodka tonic I toasted him with in the drawing room. I 
pointed out her snoring husband to Phyllis and smiled 
to myself when I heard her mutter under her breath 
"uncouth bastard." 

I instantly asked her to show me around the house, as I 
hadn't seen the renovated rooms. She eagerly took me up 
on my request, wanting to get away from her passed out 
husband and his fellow inebriated friends. We walked 
out of the room and down the main hall, by the time we 
had reached the curved main staircase we were in 
stitches over the snide comments I had first started 
and then she willingly joining in, as we made fun of 
the pretentious art hanging on the walls. 

Phyllis paused on the first step of the staircase and 
wiped away a tear of laughter. She then confided in me 
about how Jerry loved his taste in artwork and bragged 
that it was the best private collection in town. We 
laughed again as I said only if the second best 
consists of poker playing dogs. 

She laughed so hard she lost her balance and started to 
tip forward. I quickly grabbed her around the waist to 
keep her from falling and found my arms and chest 
supporting her entire weight as she leaned into me. Our 
faces were at the same level, our eyes met and held, 
almost as one we tilted our necks and put our lips 
together. The softness of her lips brought back long 
suppressed desires, and with a passion I thought I no 
longer possessed, I kissed her long and deeply, folding 
my arms tightly around her waist, crushing her breasts 
into my chest. 

Phyllis returned my passion, mashing her lips into 
mine, then opening her mouth to push her tongue at my 
lips, urging me to open my mouth as well, so our 
tongues could caress each other.

I slid my hands from around her waist and moved them so 
one cupped her silk covered tits and the other grasped 
her ass cheeks to grind her crotch into mine. I could 
feel her pelvis start to make a circular motion against 
my groin, I dropped my hand and put it on the back of 
her thigh under her dress. I was about to find out what 
she was wearing, and to my delight it turned out to be 
thigh highs. 

As I ran my hand up her inner thigh I whispered in her 
ear that I was glad she didn't wear pantyhose, while at 
that very moment my hand reached the juncture of her 
legs and torso. Phyllis quickly spread her legs apart 
giving me access to her panty covered pussy. I gently 
stroked the silky material, outlining her labia through 
its thinness. 

Suddenly my finger found her clit, my massaging had 
awakened the sleeping sprite, and it popped it's head 
out from between her pussy lips where I could trace it 
with my thumb while continuing to stroke her lips. Then 
I felt the material of her panties wasn't as slick, 
pussy juice was saturating the gusset, turning the 
frictionless glide of my fingers over her panties into 
the panties doing the sliding over her very wet pussy 
lips.

While still kissing me Phyllis reached under her dress 
and pulled the crotch of her panties out of the way. 
She wanted my fingers to feel her bare skin, what she 
got was four of my fingers unceremoniously shoved up 
her pussy in one quick jolt. 

Phyllis squealed loudly, both from the pain and the 
pleasure that surged through her body. Her pussy 
quickly widened and I could feel the walls stretching 
around my fingers. Her pelvis started jerking back and 
forth as her torso pivoted above her spread knees. Her 
rocking motion caused my fingers to plunge in and out 
of her cunt, first just my finger nails at the edge of 
her pussy cavern, then with one sharp thrust, I'm in up 
to my palm, all four fingers wiggling inside her pussy, 
stroking the walls and feeling them quake, then just as 
suddenly back out to just my finger tips, Phyllis' 
juices soaked my hand, making my it feel cool from the 
hallway air. 

I moved my hand and placed it on her hip. With a bit of 
force I pivoted her ass around so she was slightly bent 
over with her hands grasping the railing. She was 
standing on the first step, so I laid down on the floor 
and rested my head on the step. I was now looking 
directly up her dress, her feet on either side of my 
head. 

For the first time I got a look at her panties, at 
least the part that was left showing, for the leg bands 
had been forced up her ass crack so the only portion 
showing was her crotch, and that looked like just a 
patch. The panties were a pastel blue, but the material 
that was covering her cunt was almost dark blue from 
the juices collected there. 

I reached up between her legs with one hand and pulled 
her panties up and away from her crack and pussy. I put 
my other hand in between her pussy lips, then put my 
fingers in the shape of a cone and slowly began to 
insert them into her cunt. Phyllis began a long slow 
steady moan, she didn't move a muscle, allowing me the 
honor of setting the pace for her finger fuck. But 
again, it's not what you assume will happen that will 
get you, it's the unexpected that rears it's ugly head. 
When I decided my fingers were lubricated enough I put 
my thumb into my palm and the next time I had all four 
fingers inserted up her snatch I rotated them, making 
sure to juice up the back of my hand, then I shoved a 
little harder and my knuckles were at the entrance to 
her cunt. 

Phyllis continued to moan, but the tone changed to a 
higher pitch when she felt the knuckles of my hand as 
they penetrated the edges of her pussy and too late 
realized I was going to fist her. With no time to 
protest or squirm away I shoved my hand into her cunt 
beyond my knuckles, my hand was up her snatch about two 
inches from my wrist. 

I stopped pushing it in and just rested it there, 
letting her get used to the intrusion and relaxing her 
cunt muscles so I could get the rest on my hand inside 
her. I rotated my hand again, making sure it was well 
oiled, I wanted to give her some pain when I shoved my 
whole hand up her cunt, for the stupid bitch had 
married my son, but not so much that she would demand 
to stop before I could give her the exquisite pleasure 
she so richly deserved, after all, the beautiful bitch 
did marry my son. 

I put my free hand on Phyllis' ass to steady her, then 
proceeded to slowly shove my hand further into her, 
slowly rotating it as I watched it disappear up her 
widening hole until only my wrist was visible and I 
could bend my hand around in her pussy. I was rotating 
my fist from wall to wall in her cunt while making 
little in and out motions, being careful not to let my 
knuckles slither out. 

Suddenly I was blinded by a light, Phyllis had lifted 
the front of her dress so she could look at me as I 
fisted her. Her legs buckled at the knees and she 
squatted down on my fist, forcing it ever deeper into 
her orifice. Now my hand was in past the bone on the 
upper side of my wrist. With a jerk Phyllis stood 
straight up and my fist came flying out of her, 
followed quickly by a gush of pussy juice that drenched 
the front of my shirt. 

Phyllis spread her legs further apart, reached down 
thru her legs and grabbed my fist. She rubbed her hand 
around it feeling her own juices. She dropped my hand 
and put hers where mine had just been. With another 
quick squat, she impaled her self on her own fist, 
bending her knees and pushing forward until I could no 
longer see it. 

She again stood up and again a gush of her pussy juice 
washed over the front of my shirt when her hand came 
out. She grabbed my hand again and wet it down with her 
fresh juice. Then she lifted her skirt again and looked 
me in the eye and told me to shove my fist up her cunt, 
and that's the word she used too, shove my fist up her 
cunt in one quick jab. 

She spread her knees and squatted down, opening up her 
hole to my lustful gaze. Her clit was blood red and 
stood like a mountain over some craggy valley below, 
her cunt lips forming a vee around its prominence. The 
lips themselves were swollen and thick, a ready 
invitation to any object that would like to pass their 
portal.

I didn't even bother to cone my fingers as my hand 
neared her pulsating hole. I made a fist, placed it on 
top of the opening and shoved. Phyllis screamed very 
loudly, I knew I hurt her and it filled me with a 
sensation of power I never knew I harbored. Now the 
time had come to pleasure her beyond the likes of which 
she had ever known. 

My fist had forced its way into her pussy, my fingers 
were in a ball which I twirled and twisted from side to 
side, up and down and in and out. With my free hand I 
reached up and put a finger tip on the top of her clit. 
Almost imperceptibly I touched it, but that was enough. 
Phyllis started breathing in short deep pants, her 
pelvis began jerking in quick spasms, she grabbed my 
hand and pressed my finger tighter down on her clit and 
then she collapsed, her legs no longer able to bear her 
weight. 

I suddenly found my self holding the entire body of my 
daughter in law by only a fist shoved up her pussy so 
deep that the bottom four inches of my arm had 
disappeared. She had a flesh and bone, five inch 
around, thirteen inch long dildo crammed up her cunt 
and she was having one orgasm after another, her 
trembling body impaled on my arm, while her juices 
flowed copiously out the sides of her engorged hole. 

I could hear her shrieks echoing down the hall even 
from under cover of her dress, which at that very 
moment was swept up from behind and I saw the man who 
raised it surrounded by six or seven men with mouths 
wide open as they watched my hand and part of my arm 
ram-roding in and out of their associates wife's pussy. 
Phyllis was so lost in her ecstasy that she hasn't 
noticed the men gaping at her, but when she felt 
someone ripping the front of her dress open to expose 
her braless tits she opened her eyes and bobbled her 
head around to take in all the men now surrounding her.

A look of fright passed over her eyes, but before she 
could do anything to ruin the mood, I played with her 
clit some more, stroking it, feather touching it, and 
then, on a whim, I pinched it between my thumb and 
forefinger. 

Phyllis jumped so high my arm and fist came free from 
her cunt. She landed awkwardly and wound up sprawled 
across the floor. Her body jerked and shook, reminding 
me of someone having an epilepsy attack. Her dress was 
now a band of fabric circling her waist, exposing her 
incredible looking bare tits topped by her distended 
nipples, appearing as rock solid hard as any Viagra 
laced cock. 

Her thigh high covered legs were also on view and they 
were topped by the thin fabric of what remained of her 
once pastel blue silk panties. Her pussy lips were red 
and swollen but compared to the size of the gaping maw 
they bordered were tiny. Phyllis' pussy was stretched 
enough that she could have given birth, we could easily 
see four or five inches of it as it wound up and 
through her abdomen. 

The sight had all of us in thrall, but that was nothing 
compared to the sight the scantily clad beautiful 
blonde then presented to us. She put one hand on her 
left tit then began to pinch and pull her nipple. She 
pulled so hard her breast went from bowl shaped to 
funnel shaped. At the same time she put her other hand 
back up her cunt. Her hole was still so big she could 
have put both hands inside. 

That scene was then topped by her sudden vocalization 
that she wanted to be fucked, fucked hard and fast, she 
wanted, no, she needed, to have a big warm hard cock 
shoving in and out of her wet cunt. She had no problem 
with getting someone to take her up on her offer. One 
of the men had unzipped his pants and was stroking his 
cock as he watched, he now simple lay between her legs 
and put his dick up her willing snatch. 

He slammed his pelvis into hers for a few seconds and 
then withdrew. He said her pussy was stretched so wide 
he could get no feeling, he said it was like fucking 
the thin air in a cave. He stood up, leaving a very 
unsatisfied woman at his feet, and joined a group of 
very perplexed men. 

Here was the most gorgeous woman they had ever seen, 
let alone been invited to fuck, and they were at a loss 
at how to do it. Finally, the sight of a nearly naked, 
totally unsatisfied woman thrashing around at his feet 
was too much for one of the men. He reached down and 
flipped Phyllis over onto her stomach, took off his 
jacket and shoved it under belly, elevating her ass, 
and making it obvious what his next move was going to 
be. 

He unzipped his pants, flipped out his stiff cock, 
knelt between her legs and rubbed his dick along her 
ass crack, smearing it with her juices. When he felt it 
was wet enough he spread her ass cheeks apart exposing 
her puckered ass hole. Just like I had done to her 
pussy with my fingers, he now did to her asshole with 
his cock, shoving it into her without warning. Phyllis 
squealed at the top of her lungs and tears formed in 
her eyes, but she never once told the guy to stop the 
rape of her ass. 

In fact it didn't take her long to begin to push back, 
silently inviting him to fuck her harder and faster. 
She arched her back and slid a hand down to her crotch 
so she could play with her clit. The guy fucking her 
lifted his head, grinned at all of us and said this is 
what a pussy should feel like, tight and hot. He then 
started grunting and panting and soon thereafter had 
his orgasm, placing his sperm deep in my daughter in 
laws rectum. 

He slowly removed his softening dick from her ass. 
Accompanied by an air fart, his cock slipped out from 
it's captivity. Again we men were enthralled as we 
watched her stretched ass hole pucker back to its 
original size, the trickle of a brown hued ooze seeping 
out from it the only hint that it had been brutally 
attacked. 

Phyllis didn't move from her supine position, she just 
rocked her ass back and forth, in silent invitation 
asking for more abuse. The men were quick to oblige and 
for the next several hours one after another, the 
business associates of a drunk and passed out husband 
put their cocks up his wife's ass, where they fucked 
it, enjoyed it and left their cum to accumulate, so 
that first little trickle of ooze leaking out her 
asshole became a stream, coating her ass cheeks, thighs 
and stockings. 

By the time they were finally sated the beautiful 
blonde wife's' ass hole was almost as stretched as her 
cunt, it no longer puckered but gaped wide open 
allowing the amassed sperm to puddle at the opening. I 
lost count but I seem to recall the seven men fucked 
her ass at least twice each, with several going back 
for thirds and one man trying for a fourth. He found 
her asshole too loose so he went around to her face and 
jacked off until he was able to unleash a load that 
sprayed her lips, chin and cheeks. 

Then in a mood of male camaraderie they patted each 
other on the back, straightened their clothes and left 
the scene of their carnage. I was left with a passed 
out son totally unaware that his new bride was the 
recipient of an ass fucking gang bang that left her 
also passed out, but at least she was a well used lump 
of human flesh, he was just a drunk. 

I lifted her inert body and carried her to the master 
bedroom and dumped her on the unused bed. I 
contemplated leaving her there, clothed in her high 
heels, black stockings covered in cum and criss-crossed 
with rips, tears and runs, a shredded pair of panties 
hanging from one leg, and her dress just a useless band 
of cloth surrounding her waist. It would serve my son 
right to discover his wife in such a state and be 
forced to deal with the consequences. Then I gazed at 
my lovely daughter in law and my heart melted. 

I couldn't leave her to face my son alone and 
undefended, so I ran a bath, stripped her naked and 
laid her into the warm water. I washed her body as 
gently as I could, almost sorry I began the whole 
sordid mess. Then I remembered the feel of her cunt 
walls as they held my fist and arm, the look of utter 
bliss pasted on her face as the men fucked her ass, and 
I realized I may have unleashed an inner monster, I 
just wasn't sure if it was mine of hers. 

Slowly the warm water and gentle scrubbing brought her 
back to life, she stretched her arms and legs while she 
hummed to herself. She looked and sounded like a 
contented cat waking from an afternoon nap in the sun. 
Then she bolted upright in the tub, looked at me with 
wide frightened eyes and began crying, her sobs shaking 
her body almost like her orgasms had. 

I put my arms around her shoulders and tried to comfort 
her, she violently shook them off and began crying 
louder and harder. I again put my arms around her, but 
this time I wouldn't let her loose. I hugged her and 
stroked her until she had cried herself out, then I 
washed her face, helped her out of the tub and went to 
get her a hot cup of coffee while she toweled off. 

When I returned she was dressed in a chaste terry cloth 
robe that she kept tightly wrapped around her. I 
offered her the cup of coffee which she took with a 
grateful look. I then put my arm around her again and 
told her that my son need never know what happened this 
night, and that I would make sure the seven men at the 
party would never mention it to my son or to anyone 
else. She thanked me and said she needed to sleep. I 
agreed, kissed her lightly on her forehead like a 
concerned father would and left her in her wedding bed, 
contemplating her future until Father Morpheus took her 
off to a deep and restful sleep.

The dinner and gang rape happened Friday night, 
Saturday passed uneventfully, but Sunday afternoon I 
found Phyllis at my door, her face tear stained and a 
small suitcase clutched in her hand. I ushered her in 
and sat her on the living room couch. She began crying 
again so I just held her, not saying a word. Finally 
she composed herself and told me she was leaving my 
son, but she had no place to go. 

I offered her the use of my house for as long as she 
needed and told her I would help her in any way I 
could. She leaned into my chest, put her arms around my 
waist and hugged me as hard as she could. We sat that 
way in silence for many minutes. then she looked up at 
me with those deep blue eyes and whispered that she had 
something to tell me. I rocked her in my arms and said 
she didn't need to tell me anything. No, she insisted, 
she needed to talk. 

I looked at her and nodded. She stammered a few moments 
then blurted out that she loved what I and the men did 
to her. Now it was my turn to sit in stunned silence, I 
was really at a loss for words. When I didn't speak she 
continued to talk, telling me the sensations she felt, 
the utter feeling of helplessness she experienced and 
reveled in. 

She relived the entire scene from her perspective, 
opening my eyes for the first time to the woman's point 
of view of sex. Well this particular woman's view 
anyway, because I'm sure a typical woman wouldn't have 
enjoyed an unexpected fist up her pussy which was 
followed by an ass fuck gangbang. As I listened to her 
I realized I had to tell her why I did what I did. 

When she finished talking I told her why I wanted to 
hurt her and give her pleasure at the same time, that I 
wanted to get back at my son, and I used her to do it. 
Then I said I would understand if she hated me and 
never wanted to see me again. She silently shook her 
head no and hugged me tighter. We sat in silence for 
awhile longer, then I told her I had something else to 
confess, that I discovered I enjoyed administering pain 
and having complete power and control over a woman, and 
that watching her getting fucked over and over again 
gave me great pleasure and a very hard cock. 

When I finished talking she didn't say anything, so we 
sat in silence for another while. Suddenly Phyllis put 
her lips up to my ear and whispered she learned 
something about herself too, she liked the feeling of 
powerlessness to help herself, she liked that I 
dominated her to my will, and in an even softer voice, 
that she liked the pain I gave her. Again I sat in 
stunned silence, mulling over in my mind the enormity 
of her confession. 

A thousand thoughts went whizzing through my mind, when 
it hit me and the light bulb turned on. I told Phyllis 
to follow me and got up to go to the computer room. 
Phyllis instantly stood up, said yes sir and dutifully 
followed me into the room. We sat at the console and 
for the next several hours we surfed the net looking at 
Bondage and Discipline sites and there links. 

There was a ton of information and I didn't quite know 
how to assimilate all. Phyllis suggested we keep notes 
of what we see that turns us on, what turns us off, and 
what we want to explore further. We stayed up all night 
and by the time Monday morning sun rose in the east we 
had come to a meeting of the minds, and flesh as it 
were.

Phyllis was going to divorce my son while forcing him 
to pay alimony, I was going to compare our notes and 
come up with a set of rules for Phyllis to live by, and 
if she agreed to them, she would move into my house, 
where I would control both her public life and her sex 
life, no questions asked. 

To be continued... Next the rules Phyllis would agree 
to and more adventures.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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