Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Videll Dais/New Story Breakdown Part 3 By Videll Dais God, I felt wonderful. I lay beside my unresponsive wife fingering the cooling globs of cum that streaked her back. I would have given almost all of the remaining six months of my life to know what she was thinking about. My cock had softened and lay like a thick, limp worm against my thigh, its painfully urgent lust appeased, at least for the time being. I worked the cum into the warm crack of her delightful arse, skimmed it around the puckered star of her anus until the whole area felt slick and slippery. Angelina twitched, moaned something indistinguishable, but otherwise behaved herself and remained completely motionless. "If you promise not to start shouting, I'll remove the gag," I said. She turned her head to look at me, her lovely blue eyes dry of tears, full of loathing. "Well - do you promise?" She nodded assent. "Good girl," I said, smiling. I leaned over, unfastened the strap and removed the spittle-covered pink ball that had stretched her lips, flattened her tongue and tamed her noise. She immediately turned her face away from me again. "So," I said, twirling my finger lightly around her bum hole, thinking back to what she'd told me earlier. "Tell me more about my good friend, Ray's, visit last summer. What else did he make you do besides give him head on our sofa?" No response. "Angelina, don't be obstinate. I want to know and you will tell me." Silence. "Did you fuck him?" Nothing. "Angelina, I'm talking to you." I again pressed my fingertip against her wet anus, applied a little teasing force, but not enough to effect entry. "I want to know the truth about what went on between you and Ray behind my back. If you can't be more forthcoming, then I assure you things will get a damn sight more uncomfortable for you. It's your choice." I worked my fingertip against her puckered star. With no resistance at all, her sphincter relaxed and my finger slipped into her hot hole up to the first knuckle. It felt good in there. She clenched her firm buttocks tightly, but otherwise remained silent and still. "Sulking, eh?" I said, working my slippery, cum-coated finger deeper into her clenched flesh. I heard her gasp, but that was all. She had obviously decided to pretend I wasn't there, to ignore as much as possible my naughty probing finger, her helpless predicament. I wasn't having any of that. I knelt up and, roughly grabbing her head, replaced the ball gag in her gaping mouth. She tried to bite me, but had no chance. I won. Downstairs, I heard the door slam. Adina! Damn it. I had forgotten to keep an eye on the time. My daughter was home. I reached into the goodie bag and removed the ankle restraints and a long, thin, pink vibrator. I made sure Angelina's ankles were strapped tightly together then, wiping my fingers in the now watery cum on her back, I made the wicked looking instrument nice and slippery, then twisted the end. I heard Adina calling at the bottom of the stairs. "Mum! Dad!" "Hi, sweetheart!" I called out. "Give me a minute! Put the kettle on, I'll be down!" I turned my attention back to Angelina. "You stay here and sulk," I said. "I'll take care of Adina. Maybe this little toy will give you some incentive to answer my questions when I get back. Excuse the pun, but it should give you quite a buzz." The vibro quietly pulsed, the vibrations good and strong, almost fierce in my hand. That got Angelina's attention. She turned to see what I was doing. I smiled down at her then, leaning across, parted a tense fleshy cheek and inserted the instrument gently into her rectum. Sharp breath or what? I should say so. I chuckled as my wife's buttocks quivered. One inch, two, three; the buzzing of the vibrator becoming more muffled the deeper it went. Five and a half inches slid into her arse till only the twist cap at the end was showing. Angelina groaned, a low, throaty sound. She was making a lot of those kinds of noises. I chuckled. "Ah, hit the mark, eh baby? Thought it might." I tore off a strip of electrical tape and stuck it across the slight protrusion of the vibrator cap. "There. You won't be able to expel it, darling, so you might as well get used to it. I'll be back in a while. Enjoy." Angelina made a stifled, grunting sound and began to wriggle a bit. I quickly threw on some track bottoms and a T shirt then, giving Angelina a light slap on her buzzing arse, I left the room and shut the door behind me. * * * I got downstairs and joined Adina in the kitchen where she was just pouring two mugs of steaming coffee. She had her back to me and I couldn't help but notice how she'd grown in the last year. There was no mistaking the fact, Adina was definitely on the cusp of womanhood. She was wearing her school uniform, a white blouse and short grey skirt. Usually she would have been wearing a bottle-green blazer over the top, but had taken that and her tie off. She was surprisingly tall, lean, with nicely rounded buttocks and long, coltish legs. When she turned around, my eyes were drawn to her blouse front, how tight it was across her firm, apple-sized breasts. For looks and build she took mainly after her mother. I couldn't see anything of myself in her hardly at all. For all that, she was an extremely attractive girl, she was my only child, and I loved her deeply. I slipped an arm around her trim waist and gave her a peck on the forehead. "Oh, wonderful. I could just do with a cuppa right now. How's my girl?" Adina smiled. "I'm ok. Where's mum?" "I'm not sure. She's had to go out somewhere. You know your mother." "Mmm. Maybe I'll try her mobile later." "Good idea," I said, panic gripping my heart, tightening my chest muscles. Christ, I'd forgotten all about Angelina's phone - and her handbag. She never went anywhere without them and both were on the occasional table in the lounge. Stay calm, I told myself, just get Adina's mind off the subject for now. I casually picked up a mug. The coffee was too hot to drink straight away. Keeping my arm around Adina's waist, I said, "How'd it go at school today?" "Oh, you know. Same old thing. How come you're home from work so early?" "I decided to take the afternoon off." "Wow, daring," Adina said. I smiled at the cheeky remark. "Got any homework?" "Yeah, some." "Well, make sure you do it before whatever else you've got planned for this evening?" "Oh, dad, you say that every day. Don't keep on. I will do what I have to do. I'm not going anywhere till seven anyway." "Where's anywhere?" I asked. "Only around Gemma's for an hour." I nodded. "That's ok. Just don't be late in." Adina looked at me and frowned. "I'm never late in." "Just thought I'd give you a little reminder that's all," I said, smiling. She made to step by me. I had to prevent her going into the lounge and pulled her in close to me. "Want to do your old dad a favour?" "Oh, no." Adina pulled a face. "What's that then? Neigbours will be on in a minute." I was suddenly very aware of the tautness of her breasts pressing into my chest, and felt a distinct stirring in my loins. My God! What was happening to me? This was my own flesh and blood! Shocked at my reaction, I released her and took a step backwards. "Erm, I've run out of shaving cream. Would you pop to the corner shop and get me some." "Can't it wait till later?" "I have an appointment soon. I really need it." "Ok. It'll cost you, though." Adina looked at me, her blue eyes flashing with mischief. "And I don't come cheap." "Don't worry," I said, laughing. "I wouldn't have it any other way." I gave her some money from the jar on the side and a minute later she was gone. I went straight in the lounge, picked up Angelina's handbag, checked her phone was inside. I couldn't risk leaving the mobile on in case Adina heard it ringing. I switched it off and hid both items at the back of the under stairs cupboard. I crept upstairs and took a peek in the bedroom to see how Angelina was doing. She was moaning quietly, the sound muffled by the ball gag. Her hips and buttocks were writhing rhythmically, the vibro in her anus obviously causing her a lot less discomfort than she'd made out. It was very erotic watching my naked wife giving in to her reluctant arousal. I cupped my semi erect cock through my track bottoms, immediately feeling horny again. I had the urgent need to go join Angelina on the bed and play with her some more, but knew there just wasn't time. Damn it. I'd just have to be patient. * * * Later, I was sitting in the lounge catching up on the days news on the TV when Adina bounded in. She was going out and had just bathed. All she had draping her lithesome body was a large towel. "Dad," I need help." Alarmed, I stood up. "What's up, baby?" "My necklace. The chain has tangled in my hair. Can you see." She turned her back to me. "Let's have a look," I said, gently placing my fingers on the nape of her neck. Yep, it was tangled all right. "You really ought to take it off before you bathe, Adina." "I do normally, but I'm in a rush." "Right. I'll see if I can free it, darling, but don't be surprised if I have to cut it out." As my fingers moved in her damp hair, I swear I felt Adina shiver. It was then I became aware of her long neck and the creamy skin of her bare shoulders. Again, I felt a surge of blood to my groin. Jesus. What was the matter with me? She was just a kid - and my own flesh and blood at that! The tight ball of her buttocks nudged against my crotch and my cock twitched with unhealthy interest. Oh God! "Hold your hair up, baby. Help me here." As she raised her arms the towel came loose. Adina made a grab for it, but was too late. The towel fell and bunched around her feet. Stunned, I gaped in wild-eyed lust at her naked perfection, noting in particular the rounded curves of her shapely arse and a side view of one hard little breast and pink jutting nipple. Oh my Lord above! Adina squealed and bent to retrieve the fallen garment. As she did so the firm, bare flesh of her arse snuggled against my groin and - by this time - considerable erection. Instead of trying to avoid the contact, if anything I deliberately pushed my hips forwards. She had to have felt my hard on. I swear we both gasped, not necessarily for the same reasons, but to my fevered imagination it seemed like a mutual thing. Without even thinking about it, I cupped each firm cheek of her exposed, delightfully up-thrust bottom, thumbs slipping into the mysterious hot cleft between, and gently squeezed the smooth flesh. Wow! Somehow, in a split second, I came to my senses and, my cheeks burning with embarrassment, tried to cover the overt sexual assault by moving my grasping touch to the curve of her waist, making like I'd bungled an attempt at saving her from falling to the floor. I think I got away with it, too. Giving me another quick flash of her superb teen titties, Adina retrieved the towel. Eyes lowered, blushing, but saying nothing, she quickly wrapped it around her exquisite athletic frame. I prayed she hadn't noticed the erection tenting my jog pants, and tried to make light of the situation. Laughing, I said, "I haven't seen you like that since you were about six- years old. I think the only thing that's changed since then is you're much more beautiful now." "Oh Dad. Stop it," Adina's eyes remained lowered, but... Was I being fanciful or did I see her sneak a quick glance at my evident arousal? "Please finish getting the chain free otherwise I'll be late around Gemma's." Fingers trembling, I eventually untangled the chain from Adina's hair. Crazy I know, but I could think only of the feel of her sweet little arse cupped in my palms. I wanted more. Much more. I wanted to fuck my own daughter! Guilt. Pleasure. Anguish. Pleasure. Guilt. Was I a sandwich short of a picnic, going completely out of my tree? My thoughts and emotions were in turmoil. I suppose living with the knowledge I had less than six months left upon this mortal coil must fuck with the equilibrium, do questionable things to ones mind. After a while I calmed down. To hell with it. There was nothing I could do about fate but roll with it. * * * As soon as Adina had left the house, I made my way quietly up the stairs feeling as horny as ever, my erection in immediate need of relief. I knew just who would do the relieving, too. Without making a sound, I peeked around the bedroom door. My wife was quietly moaning into the pillows, her naked, trussed body writhing slowly, hips and buttocks working into the bed. I could see the pink plug of the vibrator taped over her delicious arse, the flesh around it quivering slightly as the instrument worked its magic deep in her bowels. How long had I left her being butt-fucked by the vibro? Forty-five minutes? No, it must be past the hour by now. A whole hour of having her arse reamed. After all that time, the bitch must be up for just about anything I had a mind to suggest. I slid my sweat pants down and took hold of my dick, gently wanked it into a solid rod of bone hard need. As I watched her she suddenly bucked her belly and arse up, her tied legs spasmed. She trembled violently, attempted to pull her knees up under her belly, but either through lack of will or strength or both, failed and stretched her shaking body out full length. She thrust her face into the pillow and let out a long, muffled scream, then shuddered and lay still. No doubt in my mind, Angelina had just had one almighty fucking orgasm and I doubt that was the only one she'd had since leaving her. God, she looked good enough to eat, good enough to fuck! I imagined her and my supposed buddy, Ray - best man at our wedding - getting it on. The bitch admitted sucking him off, admitted fucking him behind my back, every chance she got. Strange thing: Thinking about Angelina getting fucked by another guy actually inspired my dick to swell by at least another half inch! That had never happened before. Shit, normally I'm a jealous guy. Till now the very thought of another guy so much as looking at my wife would turn me apoplectic, instantly throw me into ready-to-kill mode. Hell, weird things were happening to me. Very weird. I couldn't wait any longer. I needed to soak my throbbing boner real bad. I quietly entered the bedroom. End of part 3 * * * 7