OWEN:

    Most years, my husband and I put in a good amount of time, thought, and effort into our Halloween costumes. We normally attended parties where people took that sort of thing WAY too seriously – making sure their outfits were sexy and social media-worthy – and we didn't want to stick out too badly. However, this year, Taylor and I got caught up in work and we didn't get to make an intricate plan and order our costumes in advance. Before we knew it, Halloween was just a few days away and we still had nothing. 

    "Let's just go as slutty football players," my husband sighed as we brainstormed in our living room. "It's the easy way out. We'll just put on jerseys, jockstraps, and helmets and call it a day."

    "Okay. I'll browse online for whatever's available for next-day delivery," I offered.

    "Actually… I'll ask my dad to bring us something," Taylor suggested. "He's coming to New York for the weekend."

    "Stephen's coming to New York?! Why didn't you tell me earlier? Is he staying here?" I asked.

    "He just texted me a few hours ago. And yes, he asked to crash here if that's okay. I figured you wouldn't have a problem with it."

    "Of course not, I just wasn't expecting it," I admitted.

    "And since he's flying up from Philly, I'll have him bring us some Eagles gear. They're doing really well this season," Taylor continued. Even though he was now a New Yorker, my husband still supported his local football team.

    "Fine," I shrugged. "But tell your dad: if he's coming out with us for Halloween, he's wearing a jock as well."

    "I think I can talk him into it," Taylor smirked and tapped away on his phone.

—

    I knew from my husband that Stephen had been exploring his "submissive side," although I wasn't quite sure how far he was taking it. Turns out – pretty freaking far! Two days later, when my father-in-law landed in New York, the first thing he told us about was his experience with TSA in Philadelphia while wearing the metal cock cage that my husband had passed on to him.

    "I actually looked it up online and most people said they never had an issue with TSA while flying in chastity," Stephen said, sitting in the back of my car as I drove the three of us back to our apartment from the airport. "But then it's my turn, and this young agent pats me down, and his metal detector goes off. It was mortifying!" Taylor's dad said, but he sure didn't sound mortified judging by the fact he was laughing out loud. 

    "What did you do?" my husband asked his dad.

    "I asked to be taken to a private room. The agent was new to all this, I could tell he was still in training. So he asks this older guy – probably around my age – to come with us. In the room, they ask if I have anything on me and I say yes: I have something on my penis. The older guy asks what it is and I say, 'A cock cage, sir.' The young guy seems shocked, but the older agent just calmly tells me 'We're gonna have to ask to see it.'"

    "Did you show them?" Taylor gasped.

    "Of course I did," his dad replied. "It was… kinda exciting. It got me leaking precum right in front of them."

    "Fuck. What did they do?" Taylor asked eagerly.

    "Not much. They watched for a moment, and they told me I can zip up and leave. The younger guy turned to leave. Then, for a few split seconds, the older agent put his right hand around my neck and his left hand on my cock cage, pulling on it and choking me gently, as he said 'Good boy.' Goddamn, that had me spitting out so much precum! It got all over his hand, and he brought it up to my lips."

    "And then?" Taylor continued.

    "Then I licked my precum off his hand, told him 'Thank you, Sir,' and I left."

    "I gotta give it to you, Stephen, you've sure come far," I nodded in approval. "I think you'll like the party we take you to tomorrow night."

—

    The following night, the three of us were getting dressed in the apartment. Taylor had taken the jerseys Stephen had brought and cut them into crop tops, showing off our midsections and making it even easier for onlookers' eyes to wander down to our jockstrapped bulges and strap-framed asses. I had to admit that Stephen was looking a little more defined than when I'd last seen him. Some increased definition in his midsection and a little more bounce to his hairy ass.

    We'd managed to rustle up three helmets from friends, but none of them were in Eagles colors, and we all agreed that we likely wouldn't have them on for too long at the party. They would inhibit conversation, among other things. So we settled for war paint under our eyes as the finishing touch. We all had sneakers on, and as we left the apartment building and walked to the subway, I could tell Stephen was getting a kick out of being so exposed out in public.

    This was Hell's Kitchen on Halloween, of course, and we certainly weren't the only ones in costumes. On the short train ride, we even saw a dude showing more skin than we were. I wasn't sure if he was shooting for "wood nymph" or maybe just Adam in the Garden of Eden, but his costume basically consisted of a few large, green leaves connected by a vine that wound around his midsection and one leg. His ass was fully exposed and his cock and balls were barely covered. He looked like he was ready to have a blast, and I was a little sad when he and his friends got off at the stop before ours.

    The party at our friend's place was packed, even more than I'd expected. The other guests' costumes ranged from sexy superheroes and naughty animals, and our barely-clad quarterbacks fit right in. My naked ass was getting grabbed left and right, and I saw that Taylor and Stephen were getting the same kind of attention. Although most of the people were our age or younger, there was also a good amount of daddies there, which I knew made my father-in-law feel a bit more at ease.

    I had to admit, it was hot seeing Stephen's ass getting looks all night long, and an even hotter sight whenever I'd see someone notice that there was a cock cage concealed by the white jockstrap's pouch. As the night went on, the guests started to get increasingly intoxicated and frisky, and I saw several out-in-the-open blowjobs happening. Each time, I happened to be standing right behind Stephen and observed that he was a very interested onlooker. Watching one particular coupling, a young stud dressed as Batman getting serviced by a beefy daddy-type with a Mario cap and mustache, got me rock hard after watching them for only a few minutes. The caped crusader was treating the plumber to an intense face-fucking, and I saw Stephen looking on with rapt attention. I knew he would have been just as hard as I was were it not for the cage.

    Someone behind me missed a step and was nudged forward unexpectedly, forcing my stretched jock pouch right in between my father-in-law's sweaty ass cheeks. I felt Stephen's spine straighten as he initially pulled away and then stopped resisting. Then, he let out a soft moan, barely audible in the loud room, and let himself push back against me. We stood that way for a couple minutes, continuing to watch the blowjob and gently grinding against one another. I knew he had to be straining the confines of the cage by now, and when I noticed a nearby bedroom door open and a few satisfied-looking men exiting, I felt like this was a moment to seize.

    Grabbing Stephen by the waist, I quickly pulled him into the bedroom and shut the door, giving us a respite from the crowd and reducing the music to muffled tones. It was quiet enough for him to hear me tell him to get on the bed on all fours.

    My father-in-law complied quickly and next I was using my hands to spread his asscheeks and explore his musky crack and surprisingly relaxed hole. While I did that, Stephen used one hand to reach back and free my leaking cock from the pouch, and he stroked me slowly while I slipped one finger, and then two, into his twitching dad-cunt. He moaned loudly as I worked his ass open more and more.

    "I've heard that your holes are getting lots of use these days," I growled at him, enjoying the rush that comes from dominating someone for the very first time. Like Stephen, I'd been exploring my submissive side more and more the past year, and it felt good to be back in the dom role again. "I guess we're going to see how much you can handle, aren't we?"

    "Yes, Sir," my father-in-law moaned in response, and I chose that moment to slide my fingers out and push my slicked-up cockhead against his opening. My fingers hadn't opened him up enough where I could just slide right in, but it only took a couple of firm shoves before I managed to get the first few inches buried inside him. Stephen cried out, and I figured mine was the biggest cock he'd taken so far in his career as a piggy bottom, but to his credit he didn't shy away from the challenge and just braced himself for what he knew was still yet to come.

    By the time Taylor walked in – I'd made sure he saw me and his father stealing away into the bedroom – I was nearly balls-deep in his father.

    "Oh fuck, yes!" my husband said through his broad grin. "This feels like some of my wet dreams come to life!"

    "When was the last time you went to bed with enough cum in your balls to have a wet dream?" I asked, laughing.

    "Mmmm... not since the days I was wearing that cock cage," Taylor replied, taking a moment to palm the metal device containing his father's dripping dick. He let his hands wander all over Stephen's body, tweaking his nipples, slapping his ass and finally working a few fingers into his mouth.

    Just as I thought he might, Taylor slipped out of his jockstrap and stepped over to the edge of the bed so he could more easily slide his cock into his dad's waiting mouth. I swear I felt Stephen's hole tighten up and then suddenly relax as his son's dick worked its way down his throat. That was something that I remembered noticing with Taylor early on in our relationship. Once he was getting spit-roasted, his whole body got very focused and in sync, allowing him to be used as easily or as roughly as the tops wanted.

    Over the next twenty minutes, we took Stephen to both ends of that spectrum. Sometimes we'd gently slide our cocks in, all the way to the hilt, and just grind deeply until he needed to take a breath. Other times we'd get going fast and be slamming into him like he was our fucktoy, leaning over and making out as we impaled him at both ends. The bedroom door opened occasionally, usually two or three guys looking for a place to play. Sometimes they'd stay and watch for a bit, but we were pretty oblivious to what was going on around us.

    I had my eyes closed and could feel my nuts tightening up when I heard Taylor shout out that he was gonna cum soon. A few seconds later, the expression on my husband's face told me he was shooting his sperm down his own father's gullet. Possibly for my sake, Taylor took his dick out of Stephen's mouth and continued to cum on his face, covering the submissive daddy's cheeks and forehead with his seed.

    "Yeeeah. Cover his face in cum," I told Taylor, impressed by the load my hubby was releasing. It pushed me over the edge, making me cum inside my father-in-law as well, breeding his hole. 

    As both our orgasms tapered off, I watched Taylor shoving his cock back in his father's mouth. Eventually we both stepped back and let Stephen clean up our cocks with his tongue. Nobody made any effort to clean him up though, even as we all got dressed again and went back out to the party. Stephen spent the rest of the night, as well as the cab ride home, with his son's load drying on his face and mine dripping from his jockstrapped ass.​​