Lily

I couldn’t wait to see my wife's reaction when I came home early. The thought filled me with excitement as I juggled the bags of gifts, I had picked up to surprise her—an attempt to make up for my long absence. As I reached the front door, I unlocked it quietly, slipping inside to catch her off guard. Setting my shoes and the bags down, I made my way upstairs, my heart pounding with anticipation. As I climbed the stairs, I paused. A strange, rhythmic noise echoed faintly, followed by muffled voices. My pulse quickened—not in excitement, but confusion. Approaching the slightly ajar bedroom door, I froze at the sound of someone crying. It was Lily. Her voice was trembling and desperate. "Please please PLEASE, uh-uh *moan, don't do this" she pleaded, the words piercing the air like a dagger. A deeper voice—one I recognised—responded coldly "SHUT UP BITCH, YOU ARE GOOD FOR ONE THING" He says exasperated "TAKING MY CUM." "NOOO, please uh-uh, please don't cum inside me!" Lily says crying. My stomach churned as the weight of realisation began to sink in. Peering through the crack in the door, my world shattered. The scene inside was incomprehensible, devastating. My father was on top of my poor wife Lily, pile driving his horse cock into her pussy like it's his last day on Earth. Anger, sadness, and a storm of other emotions clashed within me. How could he do this to me, to HER. I continue to stare into the room in disbelief unable to move my legs, unable to protest, Lily continues to beg and cry, my father just continues further, stretching out Lily's womb like a rubber band whilst suckling from her fragile and enormous breasts. Tom begins to thrust faster and faster, until he in a jerking motion he releases his semen straight into Lily's womb, I can see his horse cock stretching her stomach, his semen gushing in like a geyser. Lily is distraught she's crying for me asking for forgiveness, begging God that she doesn't get pregnant. I feel empty inside, I stumbled back from the door, unable to bear the sight any longer. My heart pounded as I retreated downstairs, my mind racing for a way to process what I had just witnessed, on my way down I can hear my father say "What a good little bitch, time for round two" only this time I don't her Lily's retort, the bed squeaks without her voice, she has given in to him. After making my way downstairs somehow, I had managed to clear my mind just enough to realise that… I was horny, as if the sight of my father on top of my wife turned me on, a feeling which disgusted me to my core. After some time, I heard footsteps eagerly descending the stairs. My father appeared first, his demeanour giddy until he saw me sitting on the living room couch, clearly startled to see me home early. “Son,” he said, his voice uneven. “I… I didn’t think you’d be back yet.” I forced a tight smile, keeping my emotions buried. “I thought I’d surprise Lily. I just got here about a minute ago.” He nodded stiffly; his relief palpable. Moments later, Lily followed, her eyes red and filled with anguish. She ran straight into my arms, clinging to me as if I were a lifeline. I held her tightly, hiding my own turmoil. “Missed me that much, huh?” I murmured, stroking her hair in a futile attempt to comfort her. Her tears soaked my shirt, but she said nothing. The silence in the room was deafening, laden with unspoken truths. My father’s gaze bore into us, his expression a silent command. Lily trembled; her head bowed. I could see her struggle, but she said nothing. The weight of the moment pressed down on me. I smiled weakly, trying to hold us all together. “Let’s… let’s have dinner,” I said, the words hollow. “I brought surprises.” But deep down, I knew no gifts could fix what had just been broken.