Things get weird(er)

Sam was sat at the dinner table, still wrestling with the spontaneous act of sodomy he and his wife had just engaged in when his daughter Stella arrived home.

"Hi Mom, Hi Dad!" Her typical greeting. She smiled softly at the two as she walked into the room and plopped herself down at the table, unloading her school bag on the ground beside her.

"Sweetie!" Julie replied, looking up from the pasta she was stirring, " How was school?"

They were time displaced versions of each other, mother and daughter. The same honey blonde hair, same nose, same dimpled smile. Though of course the shape and colour of Stella's eyes were Sam's, his sole genetic contribution to what was otherwise a younger clone of the woman he married.

Sam zoned out of the conversation the women were having, his attention instead focusing on his wife's rear and the way she shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other. He didn't think they had gone at it that hard since before Stella was born and for her first experience with anal, Julie was taking it like an absolute champ. Her face betrayed nothing. You'd have never thought this woman had just had a load of cum clogging up her ass.

What had brought it about though? She hadn't really said much since their bout of aggressive sex and her demeanour remained mild. There was no hint of secret glee, or post-coital affection towards him, really no words exchanged at all between them, so surely that ruled out it being some kind of birthday present. So what did that leave? Julie was only a couple of months younger than him. Was she going through some kind of crisis as well?

"-Dad. DAD!"

"Huh, wha?" He spun his head around to face his daughter. "Did you want something sweetie?"

"I asked if you had called the garage about my car yet," she watched him for a moment before giving him a bemused smile. "Jeez, you were really out of it just then, weren't you?"

He gave her a weak smile in turn. "Sorry sweetie, I've got a lot on my mind," he reached out and took a gulp from his beer bottle, "but yeah, I called the guy. They'll have it ready by tomorrow."

"Great, because I don't think I can keep carpooling with Becky, she's such a-"

And it went on, another trivial rant from a teenage girl about teenage problems. Sam adored his daughter, she was probably the one thing in his life he could say with certainty he was proud of. But he couldn't really bring himself to give a fuck about the tedious shit that occupied her social life.

The meal was relatively uneventful, as was the rest of the night. But when he found himself in bed, the very same bed he had just hours previously fucked his wife in, he found he couldn't keep his thoughts to himself.

"So, what the fuck was all that earlier?" He asked his wife. "Where the hell did that kinky side of you come from?"

Julie looked up from the book she was reading. "What do you mean Hon? You did a favour for me."

As if that explained everything.

"But...you let me fuck you in the ass!" He struggled to keep his voice down. "I mean....fucking hell Julie!"

"Sam, what on earth are you complaining about?" There was something of a disappointed schoolmarm about the way she looked at him. "You did me a favour and in return you get to fuck my ass. Why is that so difficult to understand?"

He stared at his wife, slack jawed and eyes wide. "But...but...why? You never...I mean, this..." he tried and failed to grope for the right words, but his incredulity was too great. "Fuck, Julie. It was the craziest sex of my life, completely out of the blue!"

Julie sighed. "It wasn't out of the blue, you got me the brownies I asked for," her mouth pressed into a thin line as she regarded him. "Sam, how much have you had to drink? This is just silly semantics."

"Semantics?" He felt like his head would explode. " God damn Julie, you're randomly a huge butt slut. Don't you see why I'm a little freaked out?"

There was a strange shift, like a difference in air pressure or room temperature only less perceptible than that. Sam couldn't quite explain it, but he felt a passing sense of vertigo and suddenly things were a little different. He couldn't pinpoint it, but he had a definitive sense that something was out of place.

"Oh hush," Julie replied, closing her book. "It's late, I'm tired and you're drunk, I'm not having this conversation. Go to sleep."

As she reached over to turn off the bedside light off Sam's eyes were drawn to something. An obscure shape outlined against his wife's pyjama shorts.

The biggest butt plug he had ever seen.