Skip ahead 18 years

You didn't know it at the time, but that fateful day impacted your life in 2 major ways. First, of course, it secured your wife Carolyn who has been your faithful, dowdy partner for the past 18 years. And second, your daughter Candice was conceived.

And so you lived, as normal people lived. Boring suburban lives. Well... with a few exceptions.

For the first 10 years you and Carolyn didn't fuck. She was allowed to rub herself to near orgasm, but never orgasm, as she watched you fuck other women, young slutty women, women who represented what she had once been, but no longer was, women often supplied by Carolyn herself.

So she'd rub herself over and over, repeating, "I'm boring, I'm boring" to herself.

One day, some stripper slut you were fucking asked if it would be okay for her to **** your wife. Naturally you encouraged it. So, as you deposited your cum into the stripper slut's ass she hurled a thick wad of spit at your wife's face. Carolyn almost came that day, but like a good obedient wife, she pulled her fingers away just at the nick of time.

Realizing this would only make things worse for her, you began inviting more and more people over to **** her. Soon she was regularly spread eagle, rubbing herself off for crowds of 20 to 30 people who would take turns spitting on her. On mornings after these days, Carolyn would be absolutely mad, locked in her room, murmuring to herself. "boring, slutty, boring, slutty..." and licking a thick toy you'd gotten her as a tease.

Candice grew up thinking her mother had a condition that gave her occasional spells. This continued for the next 8 years. You assumed in this time something like, around 500 people watched and degraded your once slutty wife.

Until one day she approaches you. "Pppplease.... will I ever get to cum again?" You roll your eyes. It took her 18 years to ask. You assumed it wasn't that big a deal for her anymore. But she continues. "pppplease... just once more in my life, I'd like to..."

"Okay." you interrupt. "Next Saturday, I will ask you to bring me a slut to fuck, for you to watch. And you may cum."

Her face glows. Her smile grows. She can't believe it. But then Carolyn pauses. "Wait... next Saturday is Candice's 18th birthday. We have plans with her."

"Wow." You say. "Sure didn't take you long to change your mind."

"No, no, no, no, no! Whatever you say, sir. I'll do anything." She pleads

And you wonder if she understands that when she says "anything" she could possibly guess that you're going to ask her to bring your daughter into your bed.

The day comes, and you think, if there are any remnants of the old Carrie left, she'll embrace this perversity.

It happens early in the morning. You wake your wife up with a finger to her clit. Immediately she's in heat. You whisper to her. "Time to get a slut for today."

"Already, Sir?"

"Already."

"Yes, Sir."

"Good, then go down the hall and bring our daughter."