Pita rolled her eyes as the parents entered, both of them mumbling apologies.
“It’s fine,” I said. “I’m Trevor.” I shook their hand, my eyes lingering on Mrs. Reyes’s fine body. “We’re going to need your help, especially yours, Mrs. Reyes.”
“If you can get our daughter under control, I’ll do anything,” she said.
“Good,” I told her and cupped her face. I kissed her.
“Mamá!” squeaked Pita as I kissed her mother. “What the fuck. Hector, he’s kissing your wife.”
Mr. Reyes just stood there as I kissed his wife. She was frozen, not kissing me back. I broke it and stroked her cheek. Her eyes were wide with shock. The husband looked furious for a moment then confused.
“Mrs. Reyes, you’re going to have to do better,” I said. “You have to be an example for your daughter. Show her how she’s supposed to act with her father.” I cupped the woman’s breast through her dress. “We’re going to have to get very intimate.” Then I glanced at Mr. Reyes. “Okay, sir. You’re going to have to let me make love to your wife to get through to your daughter. You’ll have to watch, in the corner, and be quiet. If you object, this won’t work.
“And you want to make love to your daughter, don’t you?”
“Of course,” he said. “I’m a good father.”
“Yeah, you’re the best, Hector,” Pita said. “Don’t let me do anything fun.”
“Going off and being a whore is not—” Her father took control of himself with a few deep breaths. “Just do what Mr. Daniels says, or you won’t ever get your phone back.”
“Fine, I’ll play good, little daughter.” She fluttered her eyes and in a girlish voice said, “Please, Daddy, make me into a whore while you let mom fuck this stranger. Show me how much of a man you are so I’ll swoon.”
“Just do what he said,” Mr. Reyes said. Then he glanced at his wife. “I know it’ll be hard, but… Let Trevor… Let him… You know…”
“Yeah, just let my dad love you,” Janelle said, grabbing Mrs. Reyes’s hand and pushing her palm into my crotch. She squeezed her hand around my hardon. “Just feel that. You can handle that, right?”
The woman’s eyes widened. She glanced at my daughter.
Janelle winked at her.
Apparently, I was bigger than most guys. The wives all loved it, even if they tried to hide it from their husbands. Mrs. Reyes slid her hand up and down my cock in my jeans, massaging me. She stared up at me, her golden-brown cheeks darkening.
“Just for our daughter, mi hermosa,” she said to her husband.
“Right,” I told her and kissed her again.
This time, she didn’t freeze. She kissed me back. My hand squeezed her breast through her dress. My cock throbbed in her hand. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, and she met it with her own. I french kissed her before her husband and daughter, savoring the thrill.
“Okay, let’s get to the bedroom,” said Janelle. “Mr. Reyes and Pita, follow me. Daddy, you’ll handle Mrs. Reyes.”
I broke the kiss. “You’re in good hands, Mrs. Reyes.”
“Yes,” she breathed, squeezing my cock again. “Oh, my, yes.” Then she glanced at her husband. “Just for our daughter, of course.”
“Yeah,” he said. “For our daughter.” Then he grabbed his daughter’s arm. “Come on. You do what you’re told, or you’ll never see that phone again.”
“I’m not going to fuck him,” hissed Pita. “And I’m certainly not going to fuck you.”
They went first, and I whispered to Mrs. Reyes, “We’re going to have to entice your daughter. Make her jealous of you. Most daughters want to be like their mothers, even if they won’t admit it. Especially sexually. They want to prove their better than you. That they can please a man. We just have to get her to compete with you over your husband.”
“And you’ll do that by having sex with me?” asked Mrs. Reyes as we headed to the stairs.
“Yes. Show your daughter that you’re a woman who can please a man. Then she’ll be ripe and ready for the competition. Before you know it, you’ll be pleasing your husband together. I’m going to strip you naked, then you’re going to strip me naked and suck my dick. I’m going to eat you out and then fuck you in the ass.”
“The ass?” she gasped. “I’ve never done anal.”
“Good, good.” My dick ached so much. “It’ll show your daughter just how much of a woman you are. She should be ready to pounce on me by then. Janelle will be working on her the entire time. She’s good with rebellious girls.”
“Okay,” Mrs. Reyes said. “Don’t let my husband know, but you’re so much bigger than him. I…”
I winked at her.
We reached the bedroom where Janelle pointed to the cuck chair in the corner. “Just sit there, Mr. Reyes, and be quiet. Just watch. We’ll turn your daughter around.”
“I can’t wait to be a Barbie slut like you,” Pita said in her mocking voice.
“Oh, you have no idea how much of a slut I am for my daddy,” Janelle said. She leaned in and whispered to the girl. Pita rolled her eyes.
The moment Mr. Reyes sat on the chair, I cupped his wife’s face and kissed her. My hands held her for a moment as she moaned into it. She kissed me back, her hands grabbing at my cock again. I slid my hands around her neck to her back and found the zipper to her sundress. I worked it down as our tongues danced.
It was so hot with the husband’s eyes on me. He was watching me strip his wife. Getting her ready to be fucked. With the zipper down, she broke the kiss and stepped back. She stared at me with lust in her eyes. She licked her lips and then slipped her arms out of her dress. Her breasts appeared in a bronze bra that lifted her large tits. Black lace decorated the cups and spilled over her lovely boobs.
Janelle kept whispering to Pita as the girl watched her mother push the dress off her hips.
“You are gorgeous, Mrs. Reyes,” I said. “Damn, you are keeping in shape. You do that for your husband.”
“Of course,” she said. “My husband is an animal. He needs me to satiate him as much as possible.”
“Pretend I’m your husband,” I said. “Satiate me. Show me why I don’t need any other woman but you.”
“Si, mi amor,” she purred.
Her husband shifted in his chair as his wife reached behind her and undid her bra. She slid the straps off slowly, this hungry look in her eyes. Pita blinked as she witnessed her mother who had such a lusty look on her mature face. Janelle pressed closer to the daughter, lips inches from the girl’s ear.
Mrs. Reyes’s big breast came into view, heavy and plump, her nipples dark-brown delights. Fat and gorgeous. My dick throbbed. She stared at me the entire time, her brown eyes smoldering. Then she shoved off her panties.
“My pussy is so wet for you, mi amor,” she moaned. “You know how I get. Just aching for you to throw me down and ravish me. To make me cum.”
“I’ll make you cum,” I groaned as her black bush gleamed with her juices.
She rubbed at herself and then held out her fingers. “You better.”
Her husband groaned as I sucked on his wife’s fingers, tasting her pussy juices. Mrs. Reyes had spicy musk. That melted across my tongue. I swirled around her digits, savoring that wonderful delight. She quivered there, her eyes so big and dewy.
Then she pulled her fingers out and grabbed my t-shirt, untucking it from my pants and pulling it up my muscular body. Pita squirmed in her jeans, her cheeks darkening. My daughter whispered something else and then the girl pulled off her hoodie, no doubt hot. She had a halter top beneath the hoodie that cupped her round breasts and left her belly bare. Her jeans rode low, her thong peeking out and encircling her narrow waist.