“My fidelity?” the Iowan wife asked mockingly. “I’ll have you know that was all just innocent fun. It’s not like I’m naked or anything.”
“Yah, you keep telling yourself that. And you have to admit, some are pretty damn risque.”
Lauren thought back to what her friends Gail and Ellen had ask her during the recent Thanksgiving visit. “You sampling the local cuisine, girlfriend?” That made her smile.
“Hey, I get it,” Caroline pledged, leaning in. “You want a clean break, a new life and all that. But what about Dad? What do you think he’ll do when he sees them?”
Lauren rolled her eyes, knowing exactly what her husband would do. And he’d use half a box of tissues doing it. Caroline chortled. It didn’t take a sledgehammer to interpret that sigh and eye roll.
“Seriously, Mom?”
Lauren smirked. “He’s a man. What can I say?”
A look of concern flickered momentarily across the girl’s face. “But you still love him, right? I mean, this game you guys play, it is just sex…right?”
“Honey, I can assure you still love your father. He’s started this, and it was through his eyes I saw what I’ve been missing. It’s like an auto dealer letting you park your aging Pinto every once in a while, and drive the Ferrari. I still love that Pinto very much and intend on dying behind that wheel.”
“And you both truly enjoy this arrangement?”
Lauren nodded. “Yeah, it can be very exciting and kinky. More than I expected.”
Caroline sat quietly, sipping her drink, thinking pensively. Slowly, a sly smile crept across her face.
“So, let’s send him these pics then.”
Lauren squinted. The booze and the sun must have addled the poor girl’s brain. Was she really offering to help cuck her own father?
“I…I don’t know. You do realize what you’re saying?”
“C’mon, it’s just innocent fun, remember? If he truly likes to be teased, then why not? Isn’t that pretty much what you’ve been doing all along? And you want to stay in the limelight, right? I mean, you said it yourself, he’s a man. Better to keep his wife in his headlights than someone back home.”
“Well, I can see our college money has clearly paid off. Are you psychoanalyzing our situation right now, Missy?”
Between Chloe’s armchair psychiatry and Caroline’s professional critique, Lauren felt sufficiently and unequivocally evaluated. Draining the Long Island Tea, she looked across the table at her daughter. As fucked up as it sounded, the girl was right. The perv would have his dick out within seconds of getting the snaps. Still, they couldn’t come from her. She was maintaining radio silence with Corey right then.
“No worries,” Caroline smirked again, loading a message to her dad from her phone. First, a couple photos of his sweet, innocent daughter waving. Then both women together cheek to cheek. And finally with the meatheads. Pushing the device across the table, she uttered a soft maniacal laugh that was very similar to her mother’s.
Hi Daddy! Me and mom had a great time at the beach today. We met some new friends today. A couple guys were sweet on Mom too. Isn’t that funny? Wish you were here! Love you!
Lauren couldn’t help but crack a smile and shake her head. Apparently, her daughter was just as twisted as she. With a cackle of her own, she nodded and pressed the blue arrow to send the text.
“I’m so going to hell for this.”
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After successfully avoiding Zane Picardo, and overcoming the blue balls his drive by caused, Corey heated up leftovers, then returned to his favorite recliner. There he resumed rifling through his wife’s social media posts. To the casual observer, one might think these were just fun-filled photos of male friends, uncles and nephews. But he knew better, and so did her friends here in Des Moines. They weren’t stupid.
Looking good, girl, some had posted.
Better get down there fast, Corey! another urged.
Not before I do! his good friend Sean had replied tongue-in-cheek.
Sean? Really?
He took his dick out to finish what the biker had interrupted earlier. Just as he finished applying some lube, a text from his daugther appeared on screen. A nice greeting followed by snapshots. Some were of the girls together, then Lauren on a beach, in her bikini, with what appeared to be several bodybuilders. The kind of shitheads that lived off of their parents’ money while drinking mineral water and lifting all day, instead of contributing to society.
We met some new friends today. A couple guys were sweet on Mom too. Isn’t that funny?
A dark, sick feeling tightened his stomach even as his limp dick began to grow exponentially in his hand.
Funny?
Surely Lauren wasn’t flirting with these guys while Caroline was around? Good god, the girls looked nearly identical, oiled up in their skinny bikinis. The only real differences were breast size, a few facial wrinkles, and varicose veins. And guess who had the latter? Still, the pull they had individually would be incredible, but together, off-the-chain.
Unlike daughter Amelia, the reserved one, liberal Caroline hadn’t completely condemned her parents for wanting to have fun. “You guys are empty nesters now,” she had said the night her sister was gunning for Lauren. “Why not have some fun? If that means wearing sexy clothes and topless beaches, then so be it.”
So it wasn’t a complete stretch that mother had confided in daughter and they were forming some sick, budding collusion. Right?
Corey began to stroke faster.
A girl in her late 20s embracing her mother’s new, decadent lifestyle, especially given she was young and restless herself!
Fap, fap, fap.
Lauren and Caroline out on the town, being hit on by a cornucopia of virulent men. The latter laughing…tolerating and encouraging it.
So naughty…so…
Fap, fap, fap.
His wife behind a club in a dark alley, blowing a stranger. Caroline dancing with abandon inside, knowing her mom was on her knees, cheating on her dad.
The semen was bubbling just below the surface now and Corey could feel his heart tearing in two. He desperately looked for the sock. Too late, it was on the floor.
Oh shit! Oh Lauren! Oh god!
Huge spasms hit the lonesome husband’s body as he writhed in the recliner, mouth open and lips trembling while images of his daughter walking into the alley to find her mother’s face being painted seared his mind. The first blast of the thick, conjured cum rocketed through the air and landed across the leather arms of the chair, striping it with its whiteness. The remaining jizz simply flowed lazily from the tip, not unlike a gentle landscaping bubbler found in landscaping, eventually running down the short length of his cock and into his hands.
Corey sat breathlessly trying to comprehend the debased, wicked, and borderline immoral thoughts that had just caused him to have one of the best jerk off sessions ever.
There’s no doubt about it, he thought, wiping away the sticky liquid that was beginning to drip onto the chair’s seat.
I am definitely going to hell for this.
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December 29th
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The Miller girls spent the next day lounging by the apartments’ rooftop pool and open-air bar, sampling various wines while remaining vigilant for any eye candy that happened to walk by. By three o’clock, a nice crowd had thickened to include those unfortunate enough to have had to work earlier. Lauren was just drifting off in the reclining chaise when she heard Caroline groan. Cracking her eyes, she saw her daughter gazing over the bridge of some ridiculously oversized sunglasses, intently eyeing something behind her mother.