The Family Cuckold
by Cuck Robin
"Robin, come here! Now!"
The pain in my stomach, which had been bad all afternoon, doubled in intensity and I groaned as I felt the acid flow.
Earlier today, Mary (my wife), had told me that it was time that our daughter Gina learned about our relationship. Gina had turned 18 last month, and Mary had been hinting and threatening for a while now that she was going to tell her.
At first I thought she was just fucking with my mind, that it was just an extension of our BDSM games.
Even at lunch today, while Gina was out with friends as Mary told me that it would be this evening, I tried to convince myself that she wasn't serious, but then I saw the cruel excitement in her eyes and began to get scared.
We had been married for 18 years, now, and had long ago discovered our inner selves; I was naturally submissive and a masochist, craving both pain and degradation. Mary, for her part, had been willing to experiment, and had grown to thoroughly enjoy total dominance in our sexual relationship. She humiliated me at every opportunity, both in public and private, cuckolded me on a regular basis, and even overcame her initial fear of hurting me when I confessed my masochistic fantasies.
I was now (and had been for many years) her panty-wearing slave, anxious to serve her and her lovers in whatever way she desired. I had even learned to become her personal toilet, drinking her golden piss almost every day, and even more than that when she was in a particularly cruel mood.
As Gina had started to grow up, we had worked hard to keep our sex life hidden from her. But as she passed through 16, Mary had begun to be more open about her dominant role in the home; nothing overtly sexual, but just more open about ordering me to do things around the house, like doing laundry, cleaning, etc., and using mild verbal abuse when I was not perfectly obedient. At the same time, she was always careful to show that she loved me - she did not want Gina to even think that we weren't getting along, or that a divorce might be in the future.
I had heard Gina come home 45 minutes ago, and had busied myself in the basement ever since, hoping in vain that "out of sight" really would be "out of mind". No such luck!
As I climbed up the basement stairs and entered the family room, I heard the sound of glasses clinking. Walking around the corner, I was treated to the sight of both of the women in my life sitting on the couch, each with a glass of wine in their hand, and an open bottle of Pino Grigio on the coffee table in front of them.
Gina was leaning back into the corner of her end of the couch, one leg folded under her butt, the other bent at the knee, with her foot propped up on the coffee table. She had a somewhat short denim skirt on, which was showing most of her leg from a few inches below her crotch, which was hidden from my sight by her left hand as it held the wine glass in her lap.
Above the skirt she was wearing a thin peasant blouse. Thin enough to reveal the shape of her braless tits, but not so sheer that you could actually see her nipples.
Not that I hadn't seen them before; Mary had encouraged a fairly relaxed dress code in the home, and having one or both of them wandering around in just panties and a thin t-shirt or top was something I had been forced to get used to. Mary viewed it as one more opportunity to dominate me, chastising me severely if she thought I was in any way reacting to what I saw. I, of course was not permitted to be so casual, primarily because Mary insisted that I wear panties, and that Gina not discover that part of my life.
For her part, Mary was relaxed in the opposite corner of the two-seat couch, wearing a pair of thin pink nylon shorts and an equally thin white cotton cami. I could easily see the shape and color of her nipples, but partly because of her crossed legs, and partly because she kept her pussy shaved completely bare, I was not sure if she was wearing panties. Probably not.
I was interrupted in my thinking by the sound of Mary's voice.
"Come and stand here, Robin! We have to have a little family discussion"
I did as I was told. Glancing briefly at Gina's face, I could tell she was curious; about what was to come, but also by my obedience and the obvious anxiety in my own face.
Looking mainly at Gina, my wife took a sip of wine and started talking.
"Darling, there are some things which I've been wanting to tell you, discuss with you, for a while now, and I think you're now old enough and, especially, mature enough to get it. Before we start, though, there are some very important things you need to know and remember, ok?"
"Err, Sure, Mom"
I was still standing in front of them, shifting nervously from one foot to the other, and I could tell that while also slightly nervous, Gina was fascinated by whatever was about to be said. She took a gulp of her wine, and swallowed it quickly.
"Ok", Mary continued, "first and most important, I want you to fully understand that whatever you think about what I'm going to tell you, your father and I are extremely happy with you, with our marriage, and with our entire life and situation. This is really important, Gina. Do you understand?"
"Sure, Mom, I understand"
"Good, I'm glad, just please keep remembering that.'
"Now, the second thing is that this is family business and, as you will soon understand, this needs to be only between the three of us, unless I tell you different."
Mary paused and looked at Gina, who nodded her understanding. She seemed to have the slightest hint of a smile, but I wasn't sure.
"Finally, and as I said, I've wanted to talk to you about this for quite a while, now, but had to wait until I was completely sure you were mature enough. You are, and from now on I want you to know that there will be no more secrets. From now on, you will know everything, and I want you to talk about what you think, whatever it is, openly and honestly, even if it seems to be in disagreement with us, with me. Ok?"
"Sure, Mom, ok"
Gina seemed more confidant, now, and was sitting a little straighter in the couch, leaning forward towards her mother slightly.
"Good. Here, give me your glass, you need a refill"
Without paying any attention to me, Mary took Gina's glass, refilled it (as well as her own) and handed it back. Smiling at each other, they each took a long sip of the wine.
"Robin! Can't you see this bottle's almost empty? Go and get another one, in an ice bucket. Now!"
I rushed out into the kitchen, pulled a fresh bottle from the wine chiller, uncorked it, and put it in a bucket of ice. When I returned to the family room, I carefully placed the bucket on the table between them, and resumed my place, standing in front of them, but on the far side of the table from the couch. I was so nervous I was almost shaking, my brow and palms were sweating, and my mouth was dry. Mary looked at me with a sadistic smile, and even Gina seemed to be smirking. She had definitely noticed that I had not been asked to join them in a drink, and that I was being obedient to Mary's strict tone of voice.
"Ok, now where to begin?" she asked rhetorically.
"I know that you know all about sex; we've talked about it many times and you're on the pill so I assume you are either doing stuff or will be soon. Don't worry, this isn't about you, it's more about sex in general, and me and your father specifically." Another sip of wine for Mary, almost a gulp for Gina, and a lump in the throat for me.
"Sex is a wonderful thing, Gina, you know this. What you may not fully appreciate is just how many different forms sexual pleasure can take. Some people call them fetishes, others perversions. I just think of them as preferences. So long as people are enjoying it together, and not hurting those who are not involved, then as far as I'm concerned, it's their own business!"
"Now, your father and I are just like everyone else. We share some preferences too. I'm sure that you've noticed that I tend to run the house around here, and that he" (Mary tilted her head towards me, then returned her attention to our daughter) "he pretty much does what he is told, don't you, Robin?"
They both looked at me expectantly. My face was burning red in embarrassment. Gina's cheeks were also a little flushed, but she didn't seem embarrassed; her eyes had a little sparkle, and she still had that part-smile, part-smirk on her lips.
"Yes, dear, err, that's right", I stammered, my mouth felt like it had been cleaned out with blotting paper.
"Yes, of course it is, I said it", she replied.
"Now, this doesn't just apply to our living or household decisions, Gina, it is also true, especially true now that I think of it, in our sexual lives. I am extremely dominant, and your father is equally submissive. We both like it this way, and would not want it to be any different. Do you understand, baby?"
"Yes, kind of", she looked at me, then at Mary. "I heard a bit about this kind of stuff at school, and then read about it on the internet, a little. I sorta guessed you might be into something like that."
"You did? What did you think, baby, did it bother you? Please tell me, and remember, be honest, I won't mind, whatever you say!"
"Well, I guess there are people who like to order others around, kind of like a slave, and, umm, there was stuff about people who like to do stuff, like use canes and things. Is that what you do?"
"Well, something like that, yes. But before I explain more, you didn't answer my other question. What did you think? Did it bother you? Did it gross you out?"
"Oh no, I umm thought it sounded kinda cool, you know. Like, the guys at school, they are so immature, such jerks, always wanting to like get into your pants and stuff. I kinda liked the idea of not having to put up with them, even being in control of them"
"Yes, I'm so pleased you feel that way, it proves I was right about your maturity. And, yes, you're right about men - and not just young ones either. Pretty much all of them are jerks. Fortunately, some can be trained to be different. Some are different, like this one."
Gina's eyes were wide, now, and definitely sparkling with interest. She looked me up and down, and then looked back at Mary. "Different? Different how, Mom?"
"Well, as I told you, I am naturally dominant and, luckily for us, your father is naturally submissive, aren't you dear?"
"Y-yes, yes, I am"
"And, because he is a natural submissive, he doesn't simply do as he is told, he actually enjoys being told to what to do, no matter what it is, or how embarrassing it might be. Isn't that right, Robin?"
"In fact, your father actually likes to be embarrassed and humiliated, Gina, he is a real submissive."
"I know this may sound strange to you, but I assure you it's true. Your father gets very excited by being treated like that, by being degraded. Tell her, Robin"
"I, umm, I, umm, it's err, true". I was stammering, fumbling my words. So flustered I could barely speak. Gina was looking at me in almost disbelief, eyes wide, lips parted.
"Of course, when he is disobedient, then he gets to be punished. Fortunately, he likes pain, and I have learned to quite enjoy giving it to him, enough that it persuades him to behave properly"
Gina looked back to her mother. "You mean you hit him? Ohmygod! What do you do? Spank him? Do you dress up in leather and stuff?"
"Yes, I spank him, among other things. And, no, I don't dress up or wear a special costume. Your father, however, does"
Taking another gulp of wine, Gina looked back and forth between us. "You mean Dad wears leather?" she asked, clearly confused.
"Well no, not leather, Baby. I think it's time for you to learn a little more about us, and to see just how submissive your father is, don't you?"
Without waiting for an answer, Mary kept talking. "You realize that it's natural for a woman to control a man, I want you to experience how it feels, even to learn to do it, if you like"
"R-r-really?" she asked
"Yes, really. Robin! Where is your mind? Can't you see our glasses need filling again?"
With trembling hands, I took the bottle and carefully poured two more glasses of wine.
"Thank You. So, Gina, would you be interested to see what he likes to wear?"
I gasped, knowing that she was going to do it, knowing now with certainty that Mary was going to let our daughter see me humiliated
"Well, umm, sure, I suppose so", she answered.
"No, I'm sorry, Baby, that won't do. If you want to see, you have to be certain. It might be a little shocking for you, so you must be sure. Either way, it's ok, but you can't be half-hearted"
For a fleeting moment, I thought I had a chance to escape.
But, I should have realized, there was no way Gina could overcome her curiosity, or give up the opportunity to find out something about me, something about our sex life. She thought about it for just a second and then looked me in the eyes and said "Yes, I want to see, I want to know what he wears"
Mary lifted her glass and took a couple of sips, clearly savoring both the moment and the wine.
She grinned at Gina, and then looked up at me. "Well, you heard your daughter, didn't you?"
"Y-Yes, but, M-Mary ..."
"No buts', Robin. You heard her. She's interested, she's mature enough, and she want's to see. Now, you know what to do. Or, you know what will happen!"
Gina spluttered slightly on her wine, hearing what Mary said, realizing she was ordering me to do as my daughter wanted, and threatening me if I disobeyed. Her cheeks were completely flushed now, but with excitement, almost as much as mine were with shame. She was looking at me intently now, desperate to see how I would react.
"Do it!" Mary instructed, one more time.
My head dropped. There was no way I could look either of them in the eye. Slowly, I raised my trembling hands to my chest and started to undo my shirt buttons. Fumbling, I got them all undone, and let it fall off my shoulders and down my back.
At first, Gina didn't understand, thinking she had missed something.
Then my hands moved to my belt, and I started to unbuckle it.
Now her eyes grew twice as wide, if that was possible. She licked her lips nervously and flicked her stare from my belt buckle, to my face, to Mary, and back to my waist.
"Ohmygod, wh-what's he doing?"
I knew that Mary would kill me if I stopped, if I didn't do what we both knew she wanted, so I slowly kept going.
"You'll see, Baby, just wait and see", Mary whispered.
Slowly, I pulled the belt out of the loops and placed it on the table between us. I looked one more time at Mary, hoping against hope that she would relent, change her mind. She just looked at me, and smiled, one of her sexual, sadistic smiles.
I undid the button at the top of the zipper and then, holding the sides together with on hand, pulled the zipper down with the other. Closing my eyes in fear, I relaxed my fingers and let the shorts open and slide down my legs.
"Oh my god. Oh my fucking god" Gina murmured. She very rarely swore in our presence, and even less frequently used the F-word, but neither Mary nor I reacted. It somehow seemed perfectly appropriate.
The shorts were down by my ankles, now. I was standing in front of my wife, and my young daughter, wearing nothing but a pair of bright yellow, sheer, lace trimmed boyshorts. I knew she would be able to see my cock and balls quite clearly through the thin material. The pink lace around the legs would be drawing her eyes to my crotch.
"There, you see baby. It's not quite leather, but he does like to dress for our little games. So much so that he wears those pretty much all of the time. It reminds him of his place in our marriage."
"And, now that you know about him, it will remind him of his place in this family; would you like that?"
"Huh, W-what do you mean?"
Gina was staring openly at my crotch now. And, either despite or because of the intensity of the situation, I could feel myself hardening.
This was both an unimaginable nightmare and such an extreme fantasy that I had never even dared to consider it. Was Mary really implying what I thought she was? Did she really intend for me to start submitting to our daughter, as well?
"Well, baby, this is how I see it. Your father is submissive, and loves to be controlled and humiliated. I am dominant and love to do it to him. You are young, but mature, and have already done enough reading to know you might also enjoy dominating a man."
"Personally, I can't think of a better way for you to learn and experiment, and for all of us to enjoy and be even closer as a family. We will have to figure out some, umm, ground rules, but the real question is, do you like the idea?"
"I can't believe this! You mean I can like tell him what to do and stuff? And he will have to, umm, do it and, like, obey me? Yeah, are you serious, I'd love that! But, he's, you know, my dad! That'll be kindof weird, huh?"
I could tell that Gina's mouth could barely keep up with all the thoughts, questions, ideas, doubts that were racing through her mind. But one thing was certain; she wanted to do it, and I didn't know which to most: scared or excited. When Mary had told me she was going to tell Gina, I didn't think it all the way through. I was totally unprepared for where this was going.
Mary laughed at the tumble of words coming out of Gina's mouth.
"Ok, ok, let's go slow, girl. I can see you're excited, and I can't tell you how pleased I am."
"Yes, that is what I mean. You can start controlling and dominating your father, and use him to learn how to do it, and to see if you like it."
"And, yes, he will have to do what you say, just as if it were me that was ordering him. If he doesn't behave, just tell me and we will both work on his punishment."
"Now, you are right. He is your father, and always will be. One of the most difficult things you will have to learn is to still treat him with the love and respect that he deserves as such, while at the same time being dominant over him. I will help you, and between us we will figure out how to make it work. You are an adult, now, and you can handle it. Just remember, while the rules have changed somewhat, there are still rules in this home that you will need to live under as long as you are living here."
"The bottom line, though, is that as a mature, adult woman, you are superior to him in most respects."
Mary picked up her glass and, taking a long drink, leaned back into the couch. She glanced at me, and then looked expectantly at Gina.
"Ohmygod, Yes, Yes, I wanna do it. This is so cool, so hot, you just don't understand! Hell yeah! I promise I'll learn. Ohmygod!" Her eyes were flicking back and forth between Mary and me; she was totally excited, almost breathless.
Mary turned her attention to me. I was still so shocked I was just standing there, speechless. Speechless but partly erect. I could feel the weight of my cock as it stretched the front of the panties I was wearing. As her eyes left mine and traveled down my body, she immediately noticed my state of excitement.
"You see, darling, see how he is! Any other self respecting man would never let himself be in this situation. Standing in front of his wife and daughter, wearing nothing but panties, listening to them discussing what they will do to him. But not your father. Look at him, baby, don't be embarrassed, look at him; he's actually turned on by this. You will soon learn that there is nothing easier to control than an excited male!"
Gina had already been looking at me, staring at me. "It's crazy, Mom, but I kindof like it. Is that ok?"
"Of course it is, my love, it's more than ok for you to like it! However, I think that your father may be liking it a little too much. Don't you think it's a little rude of him to have his cock erect in front of you like that?"
Gina gasped at her mother's use of the word. Not just the word, but in reference to me.
"Err, yeah, I guess it is!"
"Of course it is, baby, it's very rude of him to do that without your permission. He must be punished!"
Mary put her wine glass down on the table and leaned over to Gina. She put her mouth to her ear, and brought her hand up to make sure I couldn't hear as she whispered to her.
Gina listened intently for a minute as her mother whispered, then looked at me, giggled, and then gasped.
"Are you sure? Ohmygod, really?" she asked.
"Yes, baby, yes, I'm sure. Go on, use your imagination and do it. You'll see!"
Mary sat back into the couch and waited. I had no idea what was coming.
Gina looked at her mom for a second or two, apparently thinking, and then looked directly into my eyes. I could see she was nervous, but very determined; she had the same kind of look as she did just before a big track meet (she was an excellent middle distance runner).
Then, finally, she started to speak.
"Dad, you're a fucking sissy, wearing panties like that, a total fucking sissy. It wouldn't be so bad, but Mom is right. It's very rude of you to stand there in front of me, with your, umm, your cock all hard like that without my permission." She blushed again as she looked at me and openly referred to my erection, which was now throbbing.
"You have to apologize. Come around the table here and get on your knees in front of me."
I looked at Mary, quickly, she grinned with unabashed pleasure. I look a couple of steps around the coffee table and knelt in front of my daughter. The embarrassment was exquisite.
Gina looked down at me, trying her very best to look superior and disdainful, instead of nervous and excited.
"Kiss my feet and apologize for being so rude to me."
With trembling fingers I lifted the foot that was resting on the table. I lowered my head to kiss the top of her foot.
"No! On the bottom! Kiss the sole of my foot - that's where a slave should kiss it!"
I looked up at her, and then back down at her foot. The sole was dirty. Not extremely so, but definitely not clean, and she knew it. It was obvious from her expression. I lifted it higher, and reverently kissed the sole, several times.
Then I took a deep breath and tried to speak.
"Please, err, Miss Gina. You are right, it was, umm, very rude of me. Please accept my apologies."
"Oh shit, Mom, he actually did it", she whispered out loud.
"Of course he did, my love. I told you he would. See! Now the rest."
Gina smiled at her mother, then looked back down at me, this time with more confidence.
"Ok, Dad. I forgive you. Now, you have to promise that, from now on, you will, oh god I can't believe this, from now on, you are my slave, just as you are to Mom, and you will act like one and obey me."
"Y-yes," I was struggling to speak, "yes, Miss Gina, I am your slave, you are my, umm, mistress."
"And?" she continued, "you will do whatever I tell you to do, anything, everything, and that I will punish you if you don't do it?"
"Yes, I will do what you tell me to do. I will obey you, Miss Gina." This was excruciating; I was humiliated, and I was on the verge of coming in my panties. I didn't dare look, but I was sure they were already soaked through with pre-cum.
"Mom, I'm sorry, but this is just so incredibly fucking hot! My own father is in front of me, wearing panties like a little sissy, kissing my dirty feet, and promising to be my slave and do whatever I tell him to do!"
"I know. It IS hot, my love, I don't know about you, but I am soaked! We ..."
"MOM!" Gina interrupted her, "how could you say that!"
"Baby, there's no need to be shy about it", Mary giggled, "First, it's perfectly natural, we all do it and, second, if you are worried about your father, forget it. You are his superior, you can do or say what you want in front of him now!"
"Oh, Gina, we are going to have so much fun together and, in his own way, so will our slave!"
"There are so many more things I want to tell you about, to teach you, to experience with you, Baby. But, it's already after ten, we've had an exciting evening, and you have school in the morning. We have got to call it a night, but tomorrow is Friday. Come home quickly from school, and we can talk and play all night and all weekend, if you want to, ok?"
"Really? For sure, Mom, I'd cancel two hot dates if I needed to! I'll be home as quick as I can!"
"Good, I can't wait to start. Now, before you go to bed, I want you to learn something about control. Ok?"
Mary turned to me. I was still kneeling at Ginas feet. "Stand Up, Robin, Stand up and pay very careful attention to me"
I did as she said, As I stood, my crotch was now less than two feet from Gina's face.
"Ok, now, we are going to tell you to do some things. You will do exactly what we say, and nothing else, and you will obey us precisely and immediately. If you mess up in any way, you will be punished in a way that I guarantee you won't enjoy. You will regret it for a very long time. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mary, I understand"
"Good. Make sure you do! Now, Gina. I want you to watch and pay attention also"
"Yes, sure, Mom"
"Robin. Pull your pretty panties down. Not all the way, just down below your balls"
Gina blushed and giggled, "Oh jeez"
I put my hands on the waistband and pushed it down on each side. My cock was caught in the front, and I had to reach down and release it.
Gina laughed out loud as she watched me do it.
"Good boy. Now, keep your eyes open, and look directly at your Daughter, and never take your eyes away."
I looked down at Gina. She was alternating between my face, and my naked cock, directly in front of her face.
"Now, start stroking yourself. DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES CUM. If you feel yourself losing control, tell me, but you had better do it in time to stop."
Using my left hand I lightly gripped the head of my cock between my thumb and a couple of fingers, coating them in my own pre-cum. Then I started to slowly slide them up and down, just the first inch or so, concentrating on the area just behind and below the crown. It was an incredible mind-fuck.
"Thank your daughter. Tell her that you love her, and how grateful you are that she is willing to dominate you. Beg her to treat you the way I do. And, DO NOT STOP STROKING"
Gina was enthralled with my masturbation, but lifted her eyes expectantly, waiting to hear what I was going to say.
"Thank-you, Miss Gina. Thank you for agreeing to dominate, control me. Please, I am begging you, learn from your mother and treat me any way you wish. You are my daughter, but I will be your slave. Humiliate and degrade me. Please. Thank-You, Miss Gina"
"Fuck! Fuck! This is so fucking incredible!"
I was still stroking, but knew I was within seconds of coming, if I was not careful. My hips were beginning to jerk back and forth, and my knees were beginning to sag. This amused Gina even more.
"Mary, Please, I have to stop, please let me stop, or I will not be able to control it. Please"
Mary looked at me cruelly, and then smiled at Gina. "Two more minutes, Robin. We want to watch you jacking your useless cock for another two minutes. Do that, without coming, and we'll let you stop. Lose control and come, and you will regret it for months."
My knees folded another few degrees. I truly did not know if I would be able to hold off. I slowed my stroking, lightened my grip, but kept sliding my fingers up and down my cock. My mind was spinning; I was standing in front of my daughter, and, at my wife's command, I was masturbating but also being denied the orgasm I so desperately needed. I was so close it was painful.
Mary reached out and gripped Gina's hand. They looked at each other and grinned.
"It's up to you, Baby, you tell him when he can stop"
Gina looked up at me. My face was contorted with the strain of controlling myself. She giggled, and then made me wait another twenty seconds.
Finally ... "Ok, Daddy, you can stop, now"
Even after I stopped stroking, my cock continued to throb and bob up and down for more than a minute. I was so close, so incredibly close, even now I don't know how I stopped myself from coming.
"Very good, Robin, I'm proud of you. Now, one more thing for you to understand, and for Gina to know. You will not, under any circumstances, touch yourself, or allow yourself to come, without my permission. And I guarantee you that you will not receive permission before tomorrow night. I want you good and frustrated and controllable for Gina tomorrow. Do you understand?"
"Y-yes, Mary, I understand"
"Good. Ok. Gina, baby, I am SO happy, but it's time for bed. For all of us. Get some rest, baby, we are going to have SO much fun this weekend!"
proceed to The Family Cuckold, part 2