Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 12

My wife gulped down my cum, her hips wiggling, her brown hair swaying. I groaned, my hand tightening in her hair as I flooded her mouth with all my jizz. Every blast sent rapture sweeping through my body.

“Drink all his yummy cum, Mommy!” Kitty moaned, voice muffled by her sister's twat.

“Go, Master,” moaned Jessica. “Flood her mouth. Ooh, Mistress must like your jizz.”

“Mistress?” I grunted, my wife sucking the last drops of jizz out of my cock.

“Well, she's your wife. That makes her my mistress. Right?”

I grinned at her. “Right.” I glanced down at my wife. “That makes you wet, too, having this slut call you mistress.”

My wife kept sucking on my dick.

Beside me, Crystal moaned and bucked, cumming hard on Kitty's mouth. She screamed her pleasure into Jessica's cunt. My daughter's fingers dug into her friend's thighs, gripping them hard as she groaned and squirmed.

My cock throbbed in my wife's mouth. She bobbed hard, eager to make me cum a second time. I almost wanted to. But Kitty's face popped up from her sister's thighs, staring so imploringly at me. She licked her pussy-stained face, and I knew just what she wanted.

To play with Mommy's pussy.

“You can stop, Anne,” I groaned, my dick throbbing in her mouth. “And answer my question. Does it make you hot when Jessica calls you Mistress?”

Anne popped her mouth off my dick. “Of course it does, hun. So hot. Look at those tits. They're huge. You must be in heaven right now.”

“So in heaven,” I grinned at her. “Why don't you strip naked and join the fun.”

“Oh, no, I need to shower first,” my wife said, standing up and grabbing the hem of her shirt. “I'm all sweaty from Pilates.”

“Nonsense,” I grinned, “you have to do it. You have to obey me now.”

My wife pulled off her shirt, her eyes widening in panic. “No, no, I really can't. I need to shower. Please, Michael.”

Her shirt reached her breast, but instead of her gray sports bra I expected to see, she had a lacy, red bra, a black bow between the two cups. It lifted her round breasts into a jiggling mound of cleavage. I blinked. Why would she wear a sexy bra to...?

My stomach twisted.

Tears burned in her eyes. She looked away as she kicked off her tennis shoes and peeled down her sweatpants. A matching pair of panties, cut almost as narrow as a thong and made entirely of lace, adorned her pussy. The crotch soaked, her thighs messy.

Streaked with white.

A chill squirmed in my stomach. More tears fell down her cheeks. Her body trembled as she reached behind her, unhooking her bra. Her tits fell out, a dark mark on the inner slope, the fading red from amorous lips sucking at her tits.

“I'm sorry, Michael,” she whispered, her hands hooking the waistband of her soiled panties. She pulled them down, revealing the mess of cum staining her brown bush. Another man's seed dribbled out of my wife's pussy. “It... I was just so... You've been so distant lately. You haven't paid attention to me. And then...my Pilates instructor... And it just... I'm sorry.”

“You're cheating on Daddy!” Kitty screeched.

“You whore!” Crystal roared, pushing her friend off her face. Jessica didn't complain. “How could you do that?”

“Your father wasn't paying attention to me,” my wife protested, her hands covering her pussy, hiding the proof of her adultery. “He was always distracted. I even thought...there might be another woman.”

Four, actually. I'd been obsessed with my daughters for years as they matured. But, still, she cheated on me. Anger swelled in me. Hurt, betrayed. More tears fell down her cheeks as my hand clenched. What to do about her?

And about the man who fucked my wife?

“Go, shower!” I snarled. “Wash that whore cunt clean of his spunk then get your ass back in here!”

My thoughts itched. She bolted out of the room. The bathroom door crashed open. The shower curtain rasped as she flung it aside. The water hissed on. She hadn't even closed the door. I sat on the bed, Kitty crawling into my lap, hugging me.

“I can't believe Mommy would do that to you,” she said, squirming on my hard dick, rubbing that cute ass up and down it as she stared up at me with liquid eyes. “I'm so sorry, Daddy.”

“God, she makes us go to church every Sunday,” grimaced Crystal, “and she's having an affair.”

I nodded my head. I wanted to throw her out. I wanted to send her out into the street to be a cheap whore. She thinks she can just fuck another guy? Why, because I've been a little distracted by our daughters and their nubile bodies? Any guy would. They were beauties.

But she was still my wife. And, a part of me not consumed by the anger, twinged with guilt. I had, technically, cheated on her. With three girls. What made me any different?

Well, the Halo. I could do it. Mine didn't hurt her. Not after I told her it didn't. She didn't feel this horrible, sickening twist in her guts or this raging fire in her belly. She didn't burn to punish me for fucking our daughters.

She accepted it. She was about to join in the fun. So it wasn't really cheating. Not if I was including her. But she...

The shower shut off. My wife darted back into the room, her body still dripping wet, her pubic hair drenched, no sign of cum remained. She still cried, eyes swollen as she fidgeted in the middle of the room.

“Cheating wives are punished,” I growled. “They deserve it for being whores and going behind their husbands backs. Don't they?”

My thoughts hardly twinged. My wife needed no convincing. “Yes, hun. I do. I'm so sorry.”

“Are you really sorry?” I asked. “Do you even love me?”

“I am sorry,” she gasped. “I didn't want to hurt you. I just...needed something. Someone to pay attention to me, and Scott was there. I couldn't help myself. I do...love you. I just...thought you didn't love me.”

“If you loved Daddy, you wouldn't have cheated on him!” Kitty screeched.

My wife flinched as I cradled our youngest on my lap. I made my decision on how to punish her. “Since you are sorry and love me, I won't throw you out on the street. But you're still a whore to me. You'll have to work hard to please me again. Do you want to do that?”

She nodded her head. “I can be your whore. I can. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have done it. I felt so bad after every time, but... I was weak.”

“Bend your ass over the bed. Girls, your mother's been naughty. She needs a spanking.” I gave Kitty a vicious grin. “Just like she used to spank you when you were naughty. Bare ass and all. Make her rump glow red.”

“Yes, Daddy!” Kitty exclaimed, bouncing on my lap.

“We'll make her hurt, Daddy,” Crystal grinned, licking her lips. “We'll punish her so hard.”

“Yes, do it!” Jessica hissed. “The fucking whore deserves to be beaten.”

My wife didn't say a word. She just bent over the bed, her naked ass a firm curve, Pilates giving her body a sexy, athletic tone, melting off some of the weight being in her forties had put on her. I groaned, admiring the view.

This Scott had to be punished, too. But that was for later.

I grabbed Jessica's dark hair, pulling her along with me as I moved off the bed to watch. I pushed the girl to her knees. She engulfed my cock like a good slut, sucking and bobbing her mouth, her hands resting on my thighs, fingernails biting into my muscles.

But my attention was wholly on my wife's cheating ass. Our daughters flanked her, both grinning, their faces smeared in pussy. Kitty went first, slapping her hand hard on her mother's right asscheek. A mighty crack echoed through the room.

A bright, red hand print appeared.

My wife gasped in pain.

Crystal grinned. Her firm tits bounced as she smacked her hand down hard, adding a second bright-red handprint on my wife's left butt-cheek. Anne groaned, the bed creaking, her supple back arching.

“She felt those,” I said, my hips pumping, fucking my cock in and out of Jessica's wet mouth.

“Yeah, she did, Daddy!” grinned Crystal as Kitty wound up for another spanking.

SMACK!

My wife yelped, her ass clenching.

CRACK!

“Ouch!” she gasped. “Girls, not so hard!”

“Hard!” I hissed. “It's your punishment, whore. Accept it.”

“Yes, hun,” she groaned then winced as Kitty's hand landed on her ass, intensifying the red.

CRACK!