This is a story about life, love, and a cheating wife. Not the most far-fetched idea, but it was worlds away from where we started. This is our story.
(Note to readers: I am a new writer, only two months attempting this. I had thought excepting comments from readers would help me become better with constructive criticism, but with the poor excuse for humans on this platform, that was not to be. It has gotten to the point where I cannot tolerate their vile putrid comments that I will no longer accept comments on my stories. I apologize in advance, as I'm sure this will take me longer before I become anywhere near proficient at this art, but it's the only avenue I see. Thank you for reading.)
Cheating, Lying, and Revenge
Part Six
Julia's cunt pays me, Shea's pleases me
As I was driving home, I got a pleasant surprise on my phone. Apparently, Geoff set up a text message system where I would get dollar to dollar updates throughout the day. I hadn't been gone fifteen minutes and she already had $80 in her whore a count. They were lining up to use her, and I'm sure she will enjoy that. As I pulled in the driveway, I received a text from Shea with some outfit pictures. She was only seven minutes away, so I told her I'd be right there for her to model them for me.
When I got to the store Shea was dressed in her boots, a white button up blouse with few buttons done, an insanely short black skirt, and nothing else. The look on her mother's face was priceless as I shot a look of lust towards her daughter. Shea ran up to me, kissed me and gave me a big hug, but when she did, her skirt rose above her ass where my hand was feasting. After we broke out embrace, she made no attempt to pull it back down, just went about her business of looking at clothes.
(Tina): "For lords sake pull your skirt down, you look like a whore."
(Shea): "I am going to be a whore Mom, that's why we're shopping for new clothes."
(Me): "And a sexy whore you are at that. Did you get that mess between your legs cleaned up?"
(Shea): "Yes I did sir."
(Me): "Show me."
(Tina): "Oh Not here in the store."
(Shea): "Yeah Mom, right here in the store. I'm his whore not your kid anymore and I do what he wants me to do, no matter what. If you have any complaints, tell them to Daddy."
Shea walked over to where I was sitting, pulled her skirt up to her waist, bent at the knees a bit to push her pelvis out and asked me if I liked it. It was a beautiful clean hairless young pussy on display in front of me, and I couldn't help but rub my hand over it to feel the softness.
(Me): "I absolutely love you fresh looking cunt my whore."
She smiled at me, smirked at Tina, and grabbed some clothes to try on in the dressing room. Each time she had an outfit on, she would walk out to me for me to inspect her, and she chose some short slutty stuff, and she left buttons undone wherever possible. After the last outfit was tried on, she started to walk back in and out her clothes back on, and I walked in right behind her.
She gave me an almost perfect blow job, concentrating in her technique and staring into my eyes. She didn't miss a drop as she collected my cum in her mouth, then with a giggle pushed some out onto her chin and breasts. She was thoroughly enjoying abusing her mother while pleasing me. I walked out zipping up my pants and she followed close behind totally naked.
(Shea): "Mom, can you get me some tissues or something, I seem to have made a mess."
(Tina): "Get back in there and I'll get you something."
Again, I heard that girly giggle and she blew me a kiss before going back into the changing room. Tina handed some paper towels into Shea and then gave me a hateful look.
(Shea): "Do you see what you've done to my daughter?"
(Me): "Tina, you stupid cunt, think about this. Other than seeing her outside your house I've only known her for 24hours now. Yet, she's one of the biggest sluts of her age that I ever saw. Why do you suppose that is you fat pig? Your husband has been using that cunt right under your roof or she's been in the streets practicing, one or the other."
The thought that I might be right sent horror through her, just thinking about Dave fucking his own daughter and she knew nothing about it. It didn't matter if it was true, just the possibility was punishment enough for her.
Shea came bouncing out of the dressing room, carrying the cum soaked paper towels and put them in Tina's purse, then went back to pick up her new clothes.
(Me): "I like everything you picked out, and I have total confidence in what you'll chose next. When over at Victories secret, also pick up a garter belt and some stockings. Make sure you go shoe shopping and get regular heels as slutty as those boots."
I left them and headed home to see a text from Geoff that stated he would resend the text every hour and give me hourly updates on her earnings which were $160 for the first hour, and as the night went on the club would be busier and so would she.
Looking like I was having the night alone, I decided to start evaluating Shea's slut level and start her training. Not knowing what she had done in the past I needed to get an idea of how far she would go on her won without me Doing anything but asking so I decided to call her.
(Shea): "Hello Sir, I wasn't expecting to her from you until tomorrow?"
(Me): "That's your first lesson my slut, don't expect or try to plan, just be ready at all times."
(Shea): "Yes sir, I will remember that."
(Me): "How did you know to call me Sir when I called?"
(Shea): "It came up as sir in the caller ID sir."
(Me): "Very well my pet, are you ready to get started with your training?"
(Shea): "Yes sir, anything you wish."
(Me): "Have you been remaining naked except for shopping today with your mom?"
(Shea): "Completely except for the slut boots you said you liked, and we picked up more today for me to show you."
(Me): "We can do that tomorrow, but for now I want you to follow my instructions to the letter. You're going to walk over here naked without covering your body in any way, and you're not coming through the backyards, I want you to walk out your front door and come to mine."
(Shea): "That's really daring, its not totally dark yet, and mom will have a stroke."
(Me): "Listen to me Girl, I don't care who sees you and I certainly don't care about your mom's feelings. The only thing you should worry about is doing what I asked you to do."