Simone Pt 02 1

SIMONE PART 2

Not your typical cuckold

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Seven thirty on Saturday evening I was standing at the door of Simone's apartment. My professional brain kicked in. The complex was typical, run down, low-income housing. The vinyl siding was cracked and faded. The eaves showed rot. A loud thump-thump sub-bass pulsed from somewhere nearby. The remaining Bradford pear trees lining the parking lot were bare and sickly. From the next building over I heard a woman screaming profanities.

I rang the doorbell. I was aware of a distinct chance I wouldn't come out of this without something broken.

The blond haired man who opened the door had biceps nearly the size of my thighs. He wore loafers and khakis and looked like an upside-down triangle. The fabric of his light blue polo shirt was stretched over the shape of his arm and chest muscles as if he might bust out of it any second.

Simone's husband was a couple of inches shorter than me, with a roundish, Nordic face pitted with acne scars and baby blue eyes. His face was blank and he stared at me without speaking. It was almost a weird psycho-killer vibe.

Forcing a smile, I thrust out my hand. "I'm Mike Hartley, Simone's stepfather. Actually her former stepfather." I laughed nervously. "You must be Vince. Simone's told me a lot about you."

He brought his hand up. At least he wasn't holding a fist. He shook my hand. I was surprised he didn't try to crush it. His hand was soft. He had a friendly shake.

"I'm sorry, Mike," he said. "It's just...I never...you know..."

I chuckled. "Yeah, I know. Awkward."

"Awkward. Yeah." He nodded. His lips curled upward as he he waved me in. "Come in and have a seat, Mike. Dinner's almost ready. I'm really glad--I mean, we're really glad, you know, me and Simone, too--we're really glad to meet you. I mean, Simone's already met you, and you're..." He looked me up and down with a pleased smile. "You're just like she said you would be, Mike. Is it okay if I call you Mike?"

"Yeah, Mike's fine.":

Stepping inside, I held my laughter in. It was easy to understand why he would be so nervous. What I didn't understand was the way he looked at me. It wasn't scary any more. If I didn't know better, I would have said he was thrilled to see me. I had seen a similar look on other types of men. Men whose wifes I'd also fucked.

When a grinning Simone came to me with a "Hi, Daddy!", I wasn't sure what to do, so I hugged her like a friend. She looked up at me with a knitted brow. Her lips came up for a soft and chaste kiss that lingered, briefly distracting me from my fear that I was about to be hit in the back of the head with a ten-pound barbell.

But Vince was standing there, a few feet off, watching. He looked confused. His hands were clinched at his waist. The knuckles were white.

Yeah, maybe this was a bad idea.

While Simone hurried to finish cooking, Vince took me on a tour of the small apartment. Their home smelled clean, but the carpets were worn, and blankets and sheets were laid over some of the furniture. Torn upholstery and scratched wood told a story of living on the edge. In the second bedroom, he showed off his pride and joy, a fancy workout studio with top-of-the-line weight machines. That equipment was easily worth three or four times the value of everything else they owned.

They didn't have any alcohol or soft drinks in the house. Vince sheepishly explained those were nothing but calories with no nutritional value. No coffee, milk, or tea either, only power juices and protein shakes. I accepted a water, no ice. He seemed pleased with that.

We sat in the living room and talked sports, especially football. His high school team had placed second in their state championships two years running. He played left offensive tackle, the 'blind side' guy who protected the quarterback.

Twenty years ago, I played linebacker on defense. I was one of the fast and determined guys the offensive tackle was supposed to keep away from his quarterback. My team won our state trophy all three years. I got a scholarship out of it.

Vince didn't mention why he didn't go to college. I didn't ask.

I liked the guy. His friendly manner wasn't over-the-top. It was obvious he was trying to make me feel comfortable, despite what I'd been doing with his wife. He didn't show any of the usual behaviors I associated with the high-strung cucks I knew, the 'trying-too-hard-to-please' and continuous sexual innuendo.

Dinner was roasted pork chops, steamed broccoli and roasted potatoes in the skin.

"It's about time you got a good, healthy meal for a change, Daddy." Simone had a quirky smile, and gave a sly shift of her eyes toward her husband.

The potato skins were the most tasty part of the meal. With butter and sour cream, they would have been outstanding. The pork chops had no seasoning and the broccoli was served with no sauce, not even butter or Parmesan. I understood why Simone enjoyed pizza and beer when she could get it. Vince ate double helpings. I managed to force down most of what was on my plate.

Our dinner conversation was lively but casual. We laughed and grumbled about politics. We were on the same page--all politicians are crooks and con men. I told them about a few of the high-class homes I'd built. Everybody agreed that some people had too much money while too many had not enough. Vince asked a lot of questions about all the different crews I managed.

He said, "Do you spend any time in a gym?"

"I get all the exercise I need on the construction site." I spent a couple of hours in the office every day, and the rest of the time I was on the move, lifting, moving, hammering, whatever needed to be done.

"You're a 'mesomorph' body type--average bone structure and high muscle to fat ratio. You should control your weight with equal portions of carbs, proteins, and fats in your diet. Cardio workouts like biking and swimming will help keep you trimmed up and improve your stamina."

Simone gave me a lusty look across the table and practically growled. "My Daddy doesn't have a problem with stamina."

She gasped and clapped her hand over her mouth. I had to laugh, and when Vince snorted, they both broke up, too. I think we all blushed

I had to agree with him, though. I could stand to lose an inch or two around the middle. Advising people on their fitness was his job so I didn't take offense. I was just glad he didn't try to talk me into entering one of those bodybuilder beauty pageants for men.

For about a minute everyone's head was down and the only sound was utensils clicking on plates.

Vince sat back in his chair and let out a breath. "I guess I'll go spend a few hours on the machines. What are your plans, Mike? You staying all night?"

Simone and I stared at each other. We were both surprised. I hadn't considered doing anything tonight.

I said, "I guess that's up to you."

"I can sleep on the couch. I crash there once or twice a week anyway, don't I Monie?"

Simone laid her hand on his. "Are you sure about this, baby?"

He squeezed her hand. "I know you don't want to hurt me. I miss you when you're not here. It's okay. You two have fun."

He got up and kissed her cheek.

She stopped him and gave him a tender kiss on his lips. "I love you so much."

Vince whispered something to her that made her giggle and blush and flash her eyes at me.

He rinsed his plate off, then came to me and shook my hand. No words passed between us, but his eyes bored into mine with some message that I couldn't quite decipher. He wasn't angry. More like a warning. Take good care of her.

He waved us goodnight and went down the short hall. A door closed.

So maybe I'd been wrong the whole time about this guy. He truly loved his wife. He couldn't give her what she needed and was willing to make the sacrifice. Still, I couldn't shake the feeling that something else was going on under the surface. The puzzle of Vince and Simone was missing important pieces.

I helped my stepdaughter get the dishes into the washer. Our casual touches grew more daring. I set her on the counter and pulled my zipper down, ready to take her. She looked around nervously and said we should take it to the bedroom. I pulled her against me, cupping her butt cheeks through her dress, and she wrapped her arms and legs around me. We kissed all the way to their room. She pushed the squeaky door shut behind us.

The bedroom was tiny, just enough for their queen-size bed, a small bedside table, and a dresser. I laid her on the bed--their marital bed. Maybe Vince didn't understand the significance of offering his bed for me and his wife to fuck on. Then again, maybe he did. I was good either way.

As I lifted Simone's dress to work her panties down those long, sleek legs, she said, "He whispered to me that I should ask you to fuck my ass tonight."

"You told him you liked it?" I said. His long, last look at me was taking on more significance.

"He was amazed when he heard I actually got an orgasm. He wanted to know everything, what you did to prepare me, how it felt when you pushed inside, did it hurt, whether you were easy or rough, all that stuff. I think he was almost as excited as I was."

That caught my attention. Vince's fascination with his wife's sex life was telling. His keen interest in the experience of anal sex could have been simply the curiosity of a man with a 'huge' dick who had never used a woman that way.

Or, it could be a sign of something else.

Just how big is his dick, anyway?

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I spent the next while treating my stepdaughter to my mouth and fingers. Her first tensed, trembling orgasm from her g-spot flooded my taste buds with elegant feminine liqueur. She wailed and arched up when I squeezed her clit between its surrounding fleshy lips with my thumb and forefinger and jacked it like a miniature penis while I tongue-fucked her asshole. That brought on the breathless shudders again.

Then it was time to unwrap the abuse. I smacked the sides of her titties. That shocked her at first, then she gasped and whispered "Do it again." With three fingers, I popped her clit rapidly while twisting her tiny nipples. As she approached the peak, I slickered my thumb in her pussy and worked it into her ass, fucking it in and out while I sucked, nipped and bit her breasts. Then I slapped her clit a couple dozen times.

Simone was teetering on the edge when I shoved myself into her. She let out a murderous scream, then she locked up. I fucked her brutally, banging our pubic bones together. She had hardly caught her breath when she went off again, digging her sharp nails into my back.

Immediately, I flipped her over and laid a dozen or so ferocious smacks on her lovely butt, then hauled her up to her knees and pulled her hair while I rocked inside her with a mix of tempos coming from different angles. After another climax rolled through her, she said, "I love you, Daddy. Love me harder."

I gave her reddened buns another dozen whacks, drawing fierce screams and tears when my hand fell on spots where I'd already hit. I rolled her onto her belly and delivered a series of slaps to her pussy, her belly, her tits, and even a restrained smack on her cheek that startled her.

A few seconds later I noticed she was staring up at me with tears in her eyes. Maybe I had gone too far with slapping her face. I poured it on to distract her, biting her nipple and popping her clit to make her scream curses before sending her off on another frozen, breathless moment.

As loud as she was yelling, unless Vince was wearing headphones I was sure he must have heard her. I thought it strange we hadn't gotten a knock at the door. It wasn't locked. He could have stormed in and beaten me to a pulp. I got an old, familiar, virile rush from thinking he was listening to me make his wife emit such rapturous sounds.

Dropping onto the bed next to her, I pulled her to me for a long, tender and loving kiss. We rubbed our bodies together and our hands wandered over each other while we expressed our mutual affections.

She stammered, searching for the words.

"That was... I mean, I never... What you did..." Then she laughed. "Fuck, Mike. What the hell did you do to me?"

"Just a little sampler." I gazed seriously into her eyes. "Anything I should never do again?"

Simone paused, rubbing her cheek. "When you did...the slap..."

Oh, shit. I knew that was too much. Some women liked it. Most didn't.

She looked up at me "At first, I thought 'why the fuck did he do that?'. Then I got this wonderful feeling inside when I figured it out. You did it because you could. Because you own me. And you do. I'm yours, Daddy. Any way you want me."

We shared an intense kiss, hugging tight. Then she pushed away.

"You didn't...you know, get off?"

"The first semen you get tonight will be for your husband's benefit."

Simone grinned at that. I excused myself to the bathroom across the hall. When I returned, Simone handed me a bottle of lube.

"I use it on my hands with Vince sometimes," she explained. In a more serious tone, she said, "Don't use it all up. My fertile period is coming. After tonight, we'll have to be careful for about a week. I expect we're gonna need a lot of this stuff." The corners of her lips were twitching.

"I'll swing by the hardware store and pick up a four-gallon case." We both laughed.

I brought her up on her knees again, head down. Pushing my dick into her pussy, I went slow enough to keep myself from boiling over while my lubricated fingers opened her tight, brown flower to make it wide and slick.

When she was ready, I held the soft curves of her hips and slowly pressed myself into her dilated rear channel. I reminded her what to do when she felt the sting. I heard her gasp, then felt her open up inside. Gradually, I eased my way into my stepdaughter's dirty depths, enjoying her uncontrollable thrashing from the bizarre sensations of a fleshy spear invading her rectal cavity.

Once upon a time, long ago, I had experienced those intense feelings from the receiving end. It was only once, but I would never forget it. As distasteful as it was, that night opened my eyes to the unique wonder of anal sex. I like to think it made me a better ass-lover. Yeah, that's a good excuse. The truth was too scary.

"My ass loves your cock." Her voice was low and breathy.

Yeah, I get it.

A motion at the edge of my vision caught my eye. Earlier, when I returned from the bathroom, I didn't close the door completely. I can't honestly say whether it was accidental, or if my degenerate brain made a subconscious decision.

Regardless, Simone's husband was peeking in through the opening about five feet to my right. Simone's head was flat on the mattress, facing the other way. I was taking her slow and easy, giving her entrails a chance to adjust to my presence as I usually did. From the angle of Vince's head it was clear he was not looking at her. His focus was fixed on the junction between my penis and his wife's ass. Every few seconds, his tongue would lash out to wet his lips.

Even more important, while the pumped muscleman witnessed the debauchery of his beautiful wife, he was stroking a limp, dangling serpent. It was a marvelous beast, even as droopy as it was, easily half again as long as mine and about half again as wide. His hand was sliding along its thick length at about the same tempo I was screwing Simone.

His drowsy, lustful gaze drifted up. He froze and his jaw dropped open when he saw me looking back. I smiled and winked at him. I smacked Simone's butt, causing her to squeal and him to jump. Then he grinned, jerking his floppy dick faster.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" I was speaking as much to him as to her.

Vince refused to look at me. I think I saw color rise in his cheeks.

Simone yelled. "Stop playing around and fuck me, you bastard!"

"So, you like your daddy's dick fucking your ass."

I didn't give her time to answer. before I slammed my cock into her rectum.

She shrieked. "Yes!"

I was tempted to yank her hair and pull her head back but that would have likely betrayed her husband's presence. Instead, I leaned the flat of my palm against the side of her skull above her ear to hold her down, a strangely effective act of dominance.

Vince kept pulling on his useless floppy pipe while his attention was locked on the hard shaft sliding in and out of his wife's tooshie. I imagined it was a jealous look. If so, I couldn't say which of us was the target of his envy.

I plundered Simone's ass and kept smacking her bottom, calling her a miserable cheating cunt and a sloppier fuck than her worthless, lying slut of a mother. That was the trigger my Peaches needed. She seized up, her fists full of sheets and her body vibrating.

The orgasmic convulsions in her rectum lit a fire in my balls that spread through me like an inferno. I roared in ecstasy as hot cum erupted through my shaft and blasted into my stepdaughter's bowels, which elicited a howled "Fuck!" from her.

When my senses returned, I looked around. Vince was gone.

I rolled both of us to the side, our backs to the door. I kissed her shoulder and her neck. Her butt spit out my wilted weenie and I told her I was going to grab a shower. I hurriedly got out of bed and wiggled the doorknob as I pretended to open the squeaky door. Simone insisted that we wear something. She gave me his robe, which was several sizes too big, but barely long enough to hide my scrotum. She put on her gown and followed me.

We luxuriated under the warm water then washed and dried each other off.

Simone was drying my legs when she kissed my belly.

"Vince was wrong," she said. "You don't need to lose any weight. I love this belly just like it is."

"What if it gets bigger?"

"Then I will have more of you to love."

Instead of going straight back to the room, Simone said she was going to check on Vince. I crawled into bed and she came back a minute later, quietly closing the door and telling me he was fast asleep.

I had serious doubts about that, and on the one hand, I thought it was a humorous statement. On the other hand, secrets like those were the venomous serpent in the garden of a marriage.

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The next morning, sounds filtering in from the kitchen awoke me. Simone was spooned back into me, her butt pressed against my morning erection. I was closer to the door, so I swung my legs over the side of the bed and headed to the bathroom to pee.

"Wait! Put something on!"

"It's nothing he doesn't see in the gym showers. He's seen you naked, I presume?"

"Yeah, but...but..."

"It doesn't matter." I walked across the hall.

Simone came in as I was shaking myself off. She sat down and I caressed her lower belly to coax her pee. When I walked out ahead of Simone, Vince was looking down the hall from the living room. As soon as he saw me his gaze flitted down to my relaxed erection. He turned away immediately to scurry off back toward the kitchen. I don't think he realized his tongue flicked out to wet his lips, like he did last night.

Back in bed, I snuggled with Simone and told her I wanted to make love. She didn't want to.

"I'm in a dangerous part of my cycle," she said.

"One more," I said. "I'm hooked on you and now I've gotta go a week without you?"

"Don't worry. I'll take care of you."

"I could just take you. Maybe I'll wait until you're most fertile."

Sucking in a sharp gasp, she stared at me. "You mean...force me?" A flush arose on her cheeks. She was thinking about it.

The thought of impregnating my stepdaughter had a special appeal, not least because of my love for her. If she showed the slightest inclination, I would gladly go Neanderthal on her and make her take my baby.

As far as I knew, I never had any children. With so many lovers, I mused that some long, lost fruit of my loins might knock on my door some day. I had begged Simone's mother to stop her pills. Now I understood why she wouldn't, and I was thankful for that one kindness.