Chapter 3 Surprise I guess...Pt.3

My eyes went wide as I heard James, who wasn't some future relative but my own father joking, "That would be the ultimate father-in-law bonding." "What happens at the stag stays at the stag," Dwayne's father quipped, as I felt a cock slide inside my cunt.

I prayed it wasn't my father, but my prayers weren't answered as I heard him, his voice now right above me, say, "Shit, this is the first fresh cunt I've had in thirty years." I couldn't believe it! I was getting fucked by my father! I also couldn't believe that even though I was mortified by the reality of it, my cunt was heating up again, the taboo of this act somehow turning me on.

My body, acting on its own, began bouncing back to meet the strokes of my father's surprisingly long cock before deep-throating my father-in-law's much smaller cock. Deciding to ignore whose cocks I had in me, I focused on the task at hand, getting them to come.

My dad shocked me, being the first person to speak directly to me throughout the evening since someone had asked my name at the very start, as after a couple minutes of fucking he ordered me authoritatively, like he often spoke to me as a father,

"Beg for my cock, slut."

I couldn't believe my father would say such words to anyone ever! Yet I also couldn't believe he would fuck a stranger in a box. Yet I knew I didn't dare speak, couldn't reveal my identity, since the only shred of dignity remaining in my weary soul was my secret identity being protected by this fragile cardboard box.

"The slut has a mouthful of cock," my father-in-law quipped. My father laughed, "I guess that's true." I got a brief reprieve as I continued to willingly submit to this act of incest. Another orgasm was undeniably rising in me as I bounced back on my dad's big cock, wishing the box wasn't in the way, yet thankful it was hiding my identity.

What would he say if he knew he was fucking his daughter? What would Dwayne say if he knew I was not only sucking off his father, but fucking my own? The whole ordeal was fucked up, yet I couldn't deny the ultimate pleasure that was coursing through me.

"God, I forgot how great it was to get a blow job!" my father-in-law moaned. Dwayne, who had been quiet for a long time, quipped, "Clarissa can give one hell of a blow job."

I would usually be mortified by such words about me, yet at the moment I thought, damn right! as I prepared to take yet another load down my throat. "Your mother-in-law has a vacuum mouth too," my father grunted, as he kept fucking me.

"Like mother, like daughter," someone else quipped. I couldn't believe the crudity of this conversation as I heard my father-in-law grunt and brag to me, "Here comes my load, slut."

I kept bobbing, all shame gone by now so long as I could remain anonymous, eager to swallow another load of cum. "Mine too," my father grunted, as within seconds of each other they both deposited loads of cum in my two well-fucked holes.

Once they both pulled out, my father said, "Go ahead Dwayne, fuck this slut's ass, it's been waiting for you all night." I couldn't believe my own father was telling my fiancé to cheat on me! "I don't know," Dwayne said, "Clarissa would kill me." "What she doesn't know won't hurt her," his father added.

"Still, I would know," Dwayne countered. "Well, at least unwrap the present and let's take a look at what we've been fucking," someone else said. That comment really pissed me off as the ultimate in objectification! I wasn't even a 'who', I was just a 'what'! "I guess we could do that," Dwayne agreed, my whole body stiffening as I realized everyone was about to discover who had been in the box fucking and sucking them.

"It's the least you can do," Mike quipped, "someone obviously went to a lot of work setting this up for you, even though they won't take credit for it." "Probably doesn't want to be on my daughter's shit list: she can be quite a bitch," my father said. It's crazy how one day can forever change who you are.

Everyone who'd mentioned me tonight had made it clear they thought I was a cold bitch, and yet tonight I'd been anything but! Part of me longed to be unwrapped so they could all see I wasn't not some ice queen, yet a smarter side of me knew that was a terrible idea.

Suddenly my phone buzzed in the kitchen. Dwayne said,

"That's weird, that's Clarissa's phone."

"Shit, she isn't here, is she?"

my dad gasped. A moment later Dwayne reported,

"Her purse is here."

"Shit," my dad repeated, clearly frantic. Dwayne's tone suddenly shifted and he said,

"Guys, it's time to leave! That was a text and my fiancée is on her way home."

"Shit, shit, shit," my father cursed.

"Guys, head for home, and do it NOW!"

Dwayne ordered, even as I was curious what my text said. It was likely from Amy.

"What about the whore?" someone asked. "I'll deal with her,"

Dwayne said. "You sure?" Mike asked.

"Yes, now go before Clarissa gets here!" Dwayne ordered.

The men began to leave even as a couple paused to give me last-minute breast squeezes or fingerings. Joey asked, his tone curious,

"You sure you don't want help with the box?"

"No," Dwayne replied.

"I think the text appearing when it did was a sign not to unwrap it. Once you're all gone, I'll unwrap the box just a bit and let her leave without anyone knowing her identity."

"Always the gentleman," Joey teased.

Soon everyone was gone, and I was thinking that maybe, just maybe, I was going to get out of this predicament without being revealed, if Dwayne kept to what he'd told his friends. But Dwayne spoke to me saying,

"Amy wants to know how I liked your surprise."

I wanted to speak, but I was speechless. He knew it was me! He knew I had sucked and fucked his friends, his father and my father! He began to unwrap the box.

"I mean I thought it was weird when no one took credit for it. Yet this is definitely not what I would ever have guessed."

"I'm so sorry," I said weakly, tears streaming from my eyes, my marriage over before it had even started! He didn't say anything else as he ripped off some paper and broke the box open, but then said,

"Stand up, your knees must be killing you."

"My shame is killing me," I countered, as I did indeed stand up, unable to look him in the eye as cum coated my face and leaked out of my cunt, visual reminders of my betrayal.

"Well, I have to admit, spontaneity isn't usually your thing," he said, his tone unreadable.

"Tell me about it," I laughed harshly at myself. He took my hands and asked,

"You didn't know I was having a party and were planning to give me anal sex as a Christmas present?"

"Yes," I admitted, finally looking into his eyes.

"I figured I owed you for being so patient during my recent crossing to the dark side. It seemed like a good idea at the time."

"Weddings can do that," he smiled, always so patient, the ying to my yang.

"Do you hate me?" I asked, petrified of hearing the answer. "I could never hate you," he replied, leaning in and kissing me.

When he broke the kiss, I gasped, "You're not mad?"

"What I actually am is surprised, and a little turned on," he answered,

"R-r-really?" I stammered, a glimmer of hope that my relationship with this wonderful man wasn't over.

"Yes, but I do think I need to fuck you, I'm not a big fan of the thought that the last two people inside you were my dad and yours,"

he said, taking charge by putting his hands on my shoulders and guiding me back onto my knees. I fished his cock out of his pants and eagerly took it in my mouth, happy to see it was rock hard.