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Author's Invitation:As a writer, sometimes you run into a wall. You work hard and create characters and a world and craft a plot, but then as you start writing... you just can't move forward. This story was inspired and I started to put it down to paper, but then I just couldn't figure out where it went. I had ideas, but no goal. And because of that, I lost momentum and the creativity for this story dried up. But just because I couldn't find a way forward, doesn't mean that there isn't someone out there (or multiple someones) that might be inspired and have ideas that I never thought of.

So here is my offer to you, dear reader. This is what I have of the story and I'm offering it to you. Continue it. Take it in new directions. Be inspired. Be creative. I wanna read what you come up with.You have my explicit permission for this story to continue it as you wish, all I ask is you attribute the source material to me.

Have fun! Happy writing!

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Prelude - What's To Come

March - 2024 - 8 Months After Move In Day

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Lacy came down the stairs, an old pink gym bag over her shoulder and dressed in worn black yoga pants and a Hello Kitty t-shirt she liked to wear when she was relaxing. Her deep red hair was in a ponytail swishing at her neck as she went to grab the car keys from their hook.

"Okay, I'm gonna head out." Her voice was cheery and nonchalant.

James looked over at his wife from his place on the couch. He took a sip of his soda watching her. This was the fifth time she'd gone out late, supposedly to the gym. A flimsy excuse now that he was paying attention.

"I'll be out late. I'm going out with Sarah after for a drink." Lacy said, grabbing her keys from the hook. "Don't wait up, okay?" She blew James a kiss and gave him a wink before heading to the garage.

That wink screamed at him as he watched her backside swaying in her yoga pants. A tight little handful of an ass that always turned a head.

Over the last few months, after moving into this new neighborhood, Lacy had started acting differently. It was in the way she dressed, more flirtatious. When they'd first gotten settled in and started attending the weekly game nights at the pavilion that sat in the middle of their little neighborhood, she'd gone in baggy sweats and shirts, nothing that really showed off her figure. Now, though, she was going in tight things. Very tight things. James had noticed her underwear choices had changed. Lacy was always sexy, no matter what she wore, but usually she kept to full back panties or high hipped underwear. Now he was seeing thongs in the laundry basket... stained thongs.

Before she disappeared into the garage her t-shirt fluttered and a flash of purple lace appeared. A little whale tale from her panties. When had she gotten purple underwear? James hadn't seen anything in the laundry like it.

In a flash she was out the door, the sound of the garage and the car backing out filled the quiet before it faded and everything was silent again.

James's mind waged a war. His curiosity was piqued. More than piqued, it was a full-blown siren. What was she doing? Where was she going? The possibilities ran through his mind, but he didn't want to accept the most likely answer. But it had been weeks since this behavior had become truly noticeable and he couldn't just ignore it anymore.

Curiosity may have killed the cat, but James thought he could weather the truth better than some mangy feline.

Picking up the phone, he quickly called his next-door neighbor, Joni. She was a lovely older woman whose husband had passed away a few years ago. In her early sixties she was still very energetic and didn't look a day over forty, despite her silver hair. Since moving to the neighborhood, she'd been a great resource, willing to babysit at the drop of a hat. Retired, she was more than willing to come over on almost any occasion so Lacy and James could have a night out to themselves.

His excuse tonight was that Lacy was going out with a friend to the gym, and he needed to make a quick run to his office. He'd forgotten something and needed to get it. No, it couldn't wait till Monday. Joni wasn't one to pry so she came over quickly, allowing James to hop into his car. He'd activated Lacy's 'Find My Phone' feature and was going to track her. Hopefully, he was wrong. Hopefully she was telling the truth and James was just being a jealous over protective husband.

Near the end of Terrace Street, which lead out of the cul-de-sac, James pulled out his phone and looked at the map.

The indicator said his wife was... wait, that couldn't be right. It was indicating a house that was literally right across the community circle that was in the middle of the cul-de-sac. It was Daryl's house.

"What?" He muttered.

What would she be doing at Daryl's house? The man was mostly a recluse, some well off nerd that worked from home. He was nice enough. James even liked him. At least, in general. He was standoffish, but funny. Shy in a way. The typical nerdy man with scruffy cheeks, messy dark hair and was overweight. He wasn't grotesque by any means, but he had a larger stomach and when he walked, his thighs tended to rub together in his sweat. The man was well liked in the neighborhood if mostly overlooked. He really only made appearances at the weekly game nights at the community house. Otherwise, he was forgettable. So why was Lacy there? Why lie about where she was going?

Had she gotten into Dungeons and Dragons or some video game and was too embarrassed to tell him? What other explanation could there be?

James pulled his car around the corner and noticed Lacy's car packed at the end of the block. So she'd driven her, gotten out and walked back to Daryl's. It made James's stomach clench. What was going on?

Something in the back of his mind screamed the answer, but he ignored it. He couldn't believe his wife would lie to him like that. Not for Daryl. The man wasn't... well, he just wasn't appealing. Not to a girl like Lacy. James didn't want to demean the man, but he was a poster boy for incel's. Lacy, well, any girl, wouldn't give the man a second look.

He sat in the car for a few minutes, looking at his phone, wondering if maybe the location was off. But it wasn't moving. He'd even shut it off, turned off his phone and turned it back on to be sure. The indicator kept showing she was at Daryl's. Had been for nearly a half hour now.

With a pit in his stomach, James slipped out of his car and jogged back into the cul de sac and towards Daryl's. He kept to the shadows as best he could, not wanting one of his neighbors to see him and ask what he was doing. Not that it was odd for him to be out, he could easily just say he was out for a late night jog, but it was dark and he hadn't brought a flashlight and wasn't wearing anything reflective, just a dark pair of sweatpants and tshirt. It might raise suspicion and he didn't want to get the whole place gossiping about his paranoia.

Please let it just be a misunderstanding. He thought as he snuck across Daryl's lawn towards the side of the house. The hedges were thick but not impossible to get through, though he did scratch his arms a little, no blood thankfully. The first window he came to was looking into the dining room. It was furnished with a large table and chairs, no evidence of his wife or Daryl.

The next window had a patch of flowers under it that he had to step around carefully so as not to crush them as he eased himself up to look inside. This one looked into Daryl's living room. It was brightly lit with a dark leather couch and two high-backed chairs, with a fireplace that was lit even though the weather hadn't gotten all that cold yet. Daryl was sitting on the couch, his side facing the window, arms crossed over his head as he leaned back, sinking deep into the couch. He wore a stretched out D&D t-shirt with a bunch of images of dragons and dice on it. That was the only thing he was wearing and it barely covered his pudgy stomach. There was no sign of his pants, but that wasn't what had James's eye trying to pop out of his skull.

Squatting down in front of Daryl and his sizable girth were two women. One was James's wife and the other was Sarah, a woman who lived a couple houses down. Sarah worked with Lacy at the Church day care on sundays and they'd both attended PTA meetings together on many occasions. Lacy had her hair up in pigtails now instead of the ponytail she'd left in with an intricate purple lace mask covering her eyes and tied at the back. Her yoga pants and t-shirt were gone, replaced by the tiniest black plaid skirt James had ever seen. It was barely six inches wide and didn't cover a single inch of her ass. The purple thong he'd suspected her of wearing was pulled up so tight against her, between her ass cheeks that he was surprised it hadn't ripped. It was wedged between her labia, shaved so clean and shining with what might have been a thin layer of oil.

Lacy was a very petite woman, barely five foot and fluctuating between one hundred and one twenty since she'd had their second child. Her tits were almost a b cup and the most beautiful teardrops, and they were now almost on complete display, wearing a completely sheer purple top that only went down past her pink nipples, showing off considerable under-boob. The skirt was fastened tight around her waist, making her tummy pudge out slightly in a beautifully seductive muffin top.

Sarah was dressed almost identical, however her mask was green and her blonde hair was in a single ponytail. Her skirt was a traditional red and black plaid, and her thong was an emerald green. Along her lower back James noticed a small Celtic Cross inked in black with a green eye mask over it, similar to the one she was wearing.

Both women were squatting down before Daryl as he leaned back on the couch, eyes closed and groaning as they serviced his... good lord, the man's cock was massive. James nearly fell back into the flowers and dirt seeing the girthy member. It was easily as long as Lacy's forearm and as thick if not twice as thick. Asses jiggling, the girls were slowly licking up and down the shaft of Daryl's cock, kissing around the tip and then sucking around the mushroom head as it throbbed a deep purple.

Even from this distance and the window between them, James heard Daryl's deep groans of pleasure. He was experiencing every man's dream.

A petite redhead and Sarah, a busty blonde, eagerly kissing and licking and loving his massive dick.

Lacy's tongue traveled up the thick underside of the shaft to the tip and with a soft kiss her lips came away with a glistening string of pre-cum that dripped down to her exposed cleavage.

Sarah moved lower, licking around his base, hand on his balls. Her wedding ring glittering in the firelight as she caressed the massive testicles that were no doubt full of cum.

Daryl looked down at the girls over his stomach with a cocky grin. He said something that made the girls look up at him and smile.

James had suspected that maybe Lacy was cheating. He hadn't wanted to admit it. Their marriage was so solid. They hadn't had any fights or problems, none that he was aware of anyway. But what he was seeing now had his brain misfiring. This was beyond anything he'd ever even considered possible.

Continuing to watch, Lacy had her eyes on Daryl as she slowly swirled her pink tongue along the massive tip of his penis. Eye fucking him. A look that, if James was honest, he'd never seen before. She would slowly lick around it, lick along the slit, and then gently plant a kiss on the top before repeating it, her hand slowly stroking up and down the shaft that her hand could barely fit around.

"Fuck! Like that mmm." Daryl's groan came through the window loud and clear. His laughter following them as he watched the two married women service him.

Sarah cupped his balls and then lifted them, licking the underside and then taking one into her mouth, sucking gently.

Their asses wiggled against their heels, both of them wearing three inch heels that matched their skirts. James watched breathless and with a shamefully growing erection as his wife kiss the tip again and then instead of moving back, opened her lips letting them slide along the head and take it into her mouth as Sarah sucked the man's balls.

Daryl smiled at her with cocky, arrogant approval. He said something else, but it was impossible to tell what and James couldn't even begin to read lips. It must have been encouraging, because Lacy swallowed another inch of the thick monster into her mouth.

There was no doubt that this wasn't the first time these women had done this. Or at least, this wasn't their first time being sexually depraved. If they'd done this exact thing James had no idea, but the possibility ran through his mind like lightning, burning the images into his brain as he kept watching his wife and her friend make the older, ugly nerd's cock drip with their saliva.

Daryl was living the depraved fantasy of nearly ever straight man in existence. This wasn't the sort of thing that happened in real life. In porn sure, but not in reality. This was the stuff of playboy and online porn and ... and... just... fantasy. But here it was right in front of him, just a few feet away.

Lacy pulled off of Daryl's monster and was visibly breathing hard, her tits swaying in the little sheer top as she looked up, spit dripping from her glossy pink lips. She smiled cheekily and said something that made Daryl chuckle, his stomach shaking and balls bouncing as Sarah continued licking and sucking at them. Lacy laughed along with him and then went back down to his cock giving the tip slow sexy kisses.

Suddenly, James felt his leg spasm and he fell back into the garden underneath the window. He'd been crouched down and holding the position for far too long, giving himself a leg cramp. Laying back he bit the inside of his cheek, trying not to make any noise and give himself away. But why should he hide? That was his wife in there. His CHEATING wife. But James clamped down on his painful groans.

He massaged his leg and tried to push the pain away, while also dealing with the hardest erection he'd ever had, pressing against his pants. It took a few minutes before the pain in his muscles relaxed and he was able to get up and kneel below the window again. Taking a few deep breaths, he pulled himself back up to the ledge and looked back inside.

It was in that very second as he peeked back over the windowsill he saw his wife, the mother of his children, with her feet on either side of Daryl's lap. His cock was rock hard, dripping with the women's combined spit, throbbing and pointing directly straight up. His wife was squatting over Daryl, his hands on her hips to steady her as she was precariously perched near the edge of the couch he was sitting on. Her panties were pulled to the side, giving James a clear view of her smooth, innie slit that was glistening with her juices as she lowered herself. The man's massive cock head touched her and James heard the gasp from all the way outside. Sarah reached up from below and put her hands on Lacy's ass cheeks and helped spread them open while keeping herself slightly to the side.

Lacy lowered and the cock tip pressed against her folds and slowly pushed them open. Spreading around the nerdy man's penis and taking it slowly into her petite body. Her head tipped back with a deep groan, eyes closed. Daryl's eyes, however, were wide open watching James's wife closely with a wide grin as the woman, nearly half his age, married, a mom, impaled herself on his monster of a cock.

James came in his pants instantly, the warmth and stickiness spreading across his crotch and pants as he watched the bulbous head enter his wife, her lips swallowing and closing over the mushroom crown and squeezing tight.

"Fuck!" Lacy shouted. Her nipples were like diamonds poking against the sheer top, her hands on Daryl's shoulder.

Daryl muttered something to her, and she nodded, holding still for a moment. Sarah pulled Lacy's cheeks wider.

What was she doing that?

James stared, and then he finally saw it. Across the room from them was a camera, more than one actually, set up and pointed directly at Daryl and his wife and Sarah.

The fucker was filming himself with the two wives.

James found himself holding his breath as he watched, unable to move or to stop himself from simply watching as the scene unfolded, changing his marriage and his life forever.

First Post - Mid 2020

OnlyFans - Username: NerdDOM

The first video uploaded to the OnlyFans page: NerdDOM was not very clear or all that good. It was clearly filmed with a smartphone. The lighting was low and mounted at the end of the bed with no other backlighting to help with visibility. It was also fairly short compared to the videos that would come later. Only fifteen minutes.

However, despite all these shortcomings, this first video garnered several thousand views within just a few months of its posting. Thousands of likes. And with those, came subscriptions. Money. Lots of money. By the time the page took off, there were several other videos posted.

Those first few videos were with the same woman. However, over the coming months and years, that changed.

Video #1 - Silver Bunny

NerdDom lay on the king bed, the silk sheets dark and rumbled as he propped himself against the headboard. He was a rotund man, not necessarily overweight but with a stomach that hung over his waist, hairy thighs and chest and looking every bit the stereotype of a nerd that lived in his mother's basement. His face was scruffy and obscured by a black eye mask. He looked to be in his forties, maybe older though it was difficult to tell by the low light and less than stellar resolution of the video.

The one thing that was clear was how large his penis was. It was sizable for a man of his stature, thick and long and hard and already standing up straight. He shifted awkwardly on the bed and looked off screen for a second.

"Come on. Don't be scared." He was trying to be reassuring, but his voice cracked with his own nerves.

A second of dead air and then someone else walked into frame. A woman. She was tall and slender, with long silver hair flowing down her back as she walked into the camera's view. Her face was covered with a silver rabbit mask that hid her eyes and had long ears sticking up with one bent forward like it was floppy. The leotard she wore was a shiny white, clinging tightly to her narrow frame, her ass half exposed and compressed by the hem of the legs. When she turned nervously, looking back at the camera, her tits swayed in the strapless top of the leotard, her breasts nearly spilling out over the top of the bodice.

The low quality and lighting made it hard to judge the woman's age but if her hair was any indication (and not dyed like some people suggested in the comments later) she was older.

Her lips were painted white, and her legs were encased in sheer white stockings and to cap it all off she wore three inch silver heels.

"Are you sure..." The woman muttered, and the rest of what she said was lost as she turned back to NerdDOM, her hand motioning to the camera.

The man nodded. "Yeah I checked it..." More garbled low speech that the camera didn't pick up.

Silver Bunny (as she became known) walked towards the bed, her ass now in full frame and view of the camera. It was exquisite. Toned and yet soft, the hem of the leg holes of the leotard clinging and pressing so tightly into her skin it gave that soft little roll of fluff that some people found sexier than even a full ass.

NerdDOM grinned wide as the woman came to the edge of the bed and started to crawl up onto it, her ass swaying and thighs tightly framing her crotch that had a visible cameltoe in the leotard. "Yeah..." He grumbled as the woman came between his legs. "Lift your ass up some, open your thighs."