Look, I know how that title looks, believe me, I would have been thinking the same thing as you only a few weeks ago if someone told me that. But really, it's true, I can't be sure what caused it, what subtle twist of fate sunk me into the heady mist of unrestrained euphoria in those weeks...how it still follows me now.

Before anything else, I'll say now that I did love Lana...I still love her, the chirpy giggles she'd let out at the slightest thing, the carefree joy with which she approached the world. The day she'd first noticed me from across the lunch table at work was the day my life changed, when my heart was opened to an unknown world of bliss that I never wanted to escape from. So...why would I do what I did? Why did my flesh ache and cry out to betray the very thing I knew I wanted? Why was the world tempting me with so many things I knew I shouldn't want? Why? Why me? I still ask myself even as I write this.

But in any case, I'm getting ahead of myself, aren't I? You can't exactly sympathize with my tale of woe if you don't know how it began, the innocent act that spurned forth the growth of that dark inkling of desire...the poison that embittered my life from that moment onward.

Lana was adamant that I meet her family once we became official, we would have done it sooner if work wasn't ramping up so intensely. I hadn't a doubt in my mind that I'd be accepted into the fold, a promising young man with a prestigious career that was only going to grow from here, well-spoken and polite...I'd be at a loss if they found something to disapprove of. She certainly seemed to agree, and happily dragged me along with her the moment we found the time to make the trip, curious thoughts of just what her family would be like...but if they'd raised her, I was sure they were fine people.

What struck me was just how big the house was. Lana mentioned she grew up in an affluent family, but the home was practically a gothic manor, with long stretches of immaculately kept yards of grass and flowering hedges springing up and leading to the entrance. A huge marble statue stood at the side of the doors to the house, apparently it was of her great grandmother, a matronly woman with a stunningly carved face that almost seemed to follow me as I made my way inside.

Usually, you expect these kinds of big manors to be pretty empty, right? Tons of space with only a few lonely old rich people to live in it? That wasn't the case here, no. Lana had a big family, a very big one. My entire body was practically suffocated in an 8 person hug that had me gasping for air.

They were all quick to introduce themselves once I was given the space to take a breath. Her immediate family was all women, her father having passed away in a fatal car accident that she'd tearfully recounted to me months ago, a revelation that only made us that much closer and made me love her all the more. She'd talked enough about them that I had a good idea of each of them, but seeing them in person painted an image in my mind much different than what Lana had told me.

Barbara was a spectacularly tall, long-legged woman, with barely a wrinkle to be seen at the ripe age of 45 and sharing the platinum blonde hair of her daughter, which ran down in long tresses to the small of her back, where her waist was tight and toned to a level that would make a woman half her age seethe with jealousy. And she was...quite the flirt too. Of course, I thought nothing of it when she noted what a "strapping young man" her daughter had brought back home, the plush, pillowy expanse of her pink bubblegum lips curling into a devious little smirk as she looked at me...I took at as her idea of being nice.

Sarah and Kara were the twins, both two years older than Lara, the youngest, they joked that they made "one middle child between them". For the two years they had on Lara, they seemed much more childish than she ever was, giggling and gossiping in "whispers" that I had to actively try not to hear, their skin a matching olive tan that complimented their flowing brown hair. And boy, was their fashion sense...something. My eyes were assaulted by an onslaught of pink and yellow and green that I was sure would have given me a seizure were I epileptic, only made better by how little actual clothing they wore, tight shorts hugging the curve of their hips while their tops hugged tight around their bulging bustline, making me wonder how they even breathed in those things. Still, they seemed to approve, if their insistently groping hands around both of my arms while oo'ing and ah'ing over my "big, hunky biceps" was a sign of approval...

Hailey was the most intense of the bunch, the eldest of the siblings with a stern face that looked me up and down in a cold, businesslike assessment of me. She was clearly the busy corporate type, oozing intimidation despite standing below my shoulders, her slacks hugging her bottom half in a way that, against my better judgment, made me wonder about how the swell of her rear filled out those practically painted on clothes, her blouse looked much more appropriate, blue silk hanging loose around her lithe frame and flowing with her every move. The most unconventional aspect of her looks was the flaming red tint that dyed her hair, juxtaposing the chocolate brown eyes that squarely looked into his as she borderline interrogated him. What are your plans for your career? How do you feel about settling down in the next ten years? Who do you admire most? What attracted you to my sister? He parried each trick question with expertly practiced responses, the woman smiling in silent approval as she heard what she wanted and excused herself to take a call from work.

Lana's extended family was much more of a mystery to me, and I was sure to pay rapt attention as in my attempts to make nice with each of them...to varying degrees of success.

Olivia seemed almost desperate to shake my hand, bouncing around with an exuberant energy that brought attention to her more...intimate areas, which were particularly highlighted in her tie dye yoga pants and tightly clad sports bra. She profusely apologized for her husband, Frank's absence, explaining his busy work schedule which stopped him from making an appearance, and I noted an offhand comment from one of her daughters that sounded like "as usual". Olivia reminded me most of Lana, if anything, she seemed like a picture perfect image of how she'd be in the next twenty years or so...only much more...well endowed, and fitter, and with mesmerizing blue eyes that I nearly caught myself staring at absentmindedly before she laughed and called her daughters to introduce themselves.

I was somewhat confused when I came face to face with Kyra, noticing her rich, exotic brown skin which clearly stood at odds with the rest of her family, though I was much too polite to mention it, she was quick to clarify that Frank was Olivia's second husband, and she was her stepdaughter...a word that seemed to carry a slight hint of bitterness behind it. Curly, ebon black tresses of her hair draped over the side of her face and covered the thickly framed glasses that stood on the bridge of her nose, shaking with nervousness before I made the move to ask her a few things about herself. She nearly seemed to burst with glee at that, the soft-spoken girl eagerly going into a rambling speech about her interests, her favorite games, her figurine collections, the many cosplay creators she religiously followed...between all of that, it was painfully clear that the nerdy young girl was in desperate need of a friend who she could share her interests with.

Unfortunately, her short respite was ended by her stepsister nudging her out of the way, tapping away on her phone all the while as she engaged in a half-hearted conversation with him. She was by far the least friendly of the bunch, just barely bothering to answer any one of my questions with curt one word responses, while simultaneously interrupting my attempts to spark a conversation with some question about this or that social issue or phenomenon I was too out of touch with to understand, and I was sure I heard her whisper something along the lines of "okay boomer" with a light giggle. Still, she took after her mother as far as her looks were concerned, though it was clear she did everything she could to separate herself from the woman appearance-wise. Her hair was dyed a shadowy black while her face was a pale, milky white, eyeshadow lining her facial features, an equally dark sailor uniform on her top half matching the too-short skirt that bared much of her soft thighs above the stockings wrapped around her legs.

I inwardly sighed in relief as I looked at them all, inwardly wondering whether or not there was another person that disappeared...only for them to make their appearance very well known as I was suffocated by a hug from behind that saw my head submerged by a seemingly endless expanse of soft cleavage. Said cleavage belonged to the gaudily dressed Elaine, Lana's youngest aunt and a 35 year old retiree, having stumbled into an absurdly large fortune sponsored by the inheritance of her much older husband once he dropped dead under completely unsuspicious circumstances. Her long red opera gloves fixing her silky black hair as she smiled down at me, eyes glazed with a sense of fascination as a wry smile graced her face, looking to Lana and giggling aloud with her next words "well my my my, Lana dearest, haven't you just brought the cutest little thing back home? Be careful to hold onto him now, one of us just might steal the poor thing away!"

The whole room laughed collectively, my naive mind unaware of the irony that would permeate that statement in the days to come...

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Hi DPP! The little encyclopedia I wrote above might have been a bit of a chore to get through, but for anyone who's made the effort to do so and is still interested in the idea, thanks! This is basically a rough outline for a smutty roleplay idea I had, where a loyal boyfriend ends up being ceaselessly put to the test by his girlfriend's incredibly hot family, all of which seem to be completely willing to put everything on the line for the chance of a heated affair behind poor Lana's back, with you playing as either one or all of the characters making up this family menagerie! There are many ideas and places which we can take this, and I'm open to exploring a whole bunch of them with any women who share my love of sultry affairs and potential semi-incestuous group sex with hordes of lusty women and a single man keeping up with each of their depraved desires.

My kinks: Interracial/raceplay, maledom, cheating/ntr, cuckolding (as the bull), anal, older women/MILFs, ass worship, exhibitionism, outfits/cosplay sex, cuckqueaning, hatefucking, primal/angry sex, power exchange, unrealistic sizes, teasing, outercourse, titfucking, assjobs, harems, group sex.

Limits: scat, bestiality, underage characters, necrophilia, excessive violence, vore, furries and the like.

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Looking for a brutal assessment of my prompt, be completely honest about your thoughts and opinions as I'm very open to constructive criticism and want to make this prompt the best it can be to attract a great partner for it!