Tommy had been acting strangely for the past week. He always worked late focusing on doing the best he could for his legal clients as he worked to build up his practice. Yet all week, he had been home before Kristen.
At first she thought it weird until she figured out that he was checking on her. Watching her. He was making sure she wasn't sneaking off to see Coach, or the older man was sneaking by to see her. Why didn't he trust her to keep her promise that he would always be able to see her with Coach?
It wasn't that Tommy wanted to stop her from having sex with Coach as much as he didn't want to miss anything, she believed. This was obviously something her husband had thought about a long time and wanted to happen.
Then again, he might be more concerned about her final decision about Bryan. She didn't know if he was more excited or scared about the possibility of seeing that event, if and when it happened.
So now, she seemed to be the complete focus of Tommy's every thought and action. What did she want to do tonight? Did she want to make dinner, watch TV, or go out? It was smothering. Yet, he didn't seem interested in having sex with her himself! His behavior was driving her mad.
Her husband need not have worried; however, Kristen thought, as her new lover was as elusive as any eel. He didn't call. He didn't come by. He didn't contact her in any way, like he didn't give a shit. She hadn't seen him in days and that too was driving Kristen crazy.
Equally frustrated, was her former stepfather. All he could think about since Coach's little visit was images of a young naked Kristen moaning below him, huge firm tits bouncing, as he pounded her tight wet pussy. How he missed it!
There are a few moments in your time on earth when you reach the pinnacle of life. Fucking that blonde goddess was at the top of that list for him. He wanted so badly to do it again and again, but he didn't even have her phone number anymore. That's how thoroughly she'd cut him from her life.
On a much smaller scale, Coach was a little frustrated, too. Fall practice had begun and two of his star players couldn't even participate. As far as he could tell Kristen had done nothing to help. He would have to light a fire under that girl.
She sent him a number of texts being careful not to become the crazy bitch girlfriend he obviously detested. They were all very sweet little missives asking when she might see him and how badly she wanted to do so.
At first he didn't answer, but eventually he asked if she had made up her mind about helping him with Bryan. Her response was not what he had hoped for. She was still reluctant, but would like to talk with him about it in person, if he had some time.
He sent a one line response: "Prove your love." It was accompanied by an image of Marcia's face inches from Coach's big wet naked cock. Her face looked dazed as cum dripped from it. Then he wrote, "If you don't, others will."
When Kristen got the text at work, she immediately hid her screen from the people in the cubicles near her. Her next emotion was anger. How dare he? He didn't have the time to be with her, but he had time to get a blowjob from her damn boss?
She tried to go back to work, but couldn't get the image of that big wet cock out of her mind. Finally, she stepped away from her desk and quickly headed to the bathroom.
The ladies room at her office was a good sized one with four stalls. The whole room was empty when she arrived, so she slipped into the end stall by the wall and locked the door. She opened her phone and looked at the image again.
Damn, Marcia was lucky. How many times over how many years had she been fortunate enough to get fucked by that beautiful tool? Kristen lifted her skirt, pushed down her panties and sat on the toilet without taking her eyes from the photo.
She began to visualize the image with a different face -- hers. She looked so happy, so sated. She remembered the bliss of sucking that cock and her happiness when he'd finally told her she did it well.
She proceeded to abuse her defenseless pussy right there in the ladies room. She had to get laid again and soon.
At the height of her sexual frustration, Kristen was masturbating at an alarming rate anytime and anywhere she could be alone away from Tommy's prying eyes. There are some things a girl just wants to do in privacy.
For more than a year, Kristen had worked to leave Bryan in the past, along with his head games and manipulation, but now she was being forced to remember. When she married, that had been the end.
Breaking away from him had been hard, like a junkie kicking heroin. For so long, she had imagined herself in love with him. What would her mother say about that? It was unthinkable.
So she dithered and let the affair go on too long. Certainly, he would not have been good for the health of her new marriage, but the fix had been hard to give up.
He came into her life in high school, first as a vice principal and then as her mother's boyfriend. She disliked him from the start. He was an arrogant know-it-all, a man who wore his education on his sleeve and always acted like he was smarter than his company.
As time went by, his interest in her grew. By the time she was of age, he would have said anything, done anything to get her into bed. It was shocking to her how well he succeeded. She had felt terribly guilty every time she'd seen Tommy or her mother, the people she had cheated on.
Yet, when another opportunity had come, she went, reluctantly it was true, but she did go. That first time with Bryan in his house had been a revelation to her coming just two days after she and Tommy fumbled through the mutual cherry breaking.
Unlike her bumbling boyfriend, Bryan knew what he was doing. He was no boy. He wasn't big in body and equipment, like Coach, but he was large enough and definitely skilled. That was the first day he insisted that she call him Daddy. She had always resisted before, but on that day, it seemed right.
The hard part was kissing him. He was not attractive like her beautiful boyfriend, but that too was part of his allure. He had that weird mustache that she hated, but he did one thing great with that mouth.
He got her panties off for the first time that day and went down on her. It was mind blowing. How Tommy, just outside that room, hadn't heard her screaming through that orgasm, she didn't know.
She had heard some girls talk about oral sex as the best thing in the world, but for her it had always been second. Big orgasms came from cock, but Bryan's tongue could get her off quite easily.
Bryan could always get to her. He just had a way. It was not love, she finally concluded, though she told him repeatedly that it was. To be honest, she wasn't even sure she liked him that much. Yet, having dirty sex with her mother's ex-husband was just so naughty, it drove her to new heights of lust and pleasure.
That day was also the first time "Daddy" had belittled Tommy's manhood. While shocked at first, the humiliation of her boyfriend became a huge turn-on which only grew over the next few years. She figured what Tommy didn't know couldn't hurt him.
The affair, or at least what she thought was an affair at the time, went on for three summers before she called a halt to it, something the older man did not take well. He threatened, cajoled and intimidated. Yet, she did not give in. She was getting married, and she was done with the sneaking and the lying.
Although, she never did tell Tommy the truth. Even the other night when the opportunity for full transparency was right there, she didn't mention the length and depth of her connection with Bryan.
Bryan did not like the breakup when it came, but he left her alone -- until her wedding day. She thought she'd left him behind for good, but he didn't let go that easily. He bided his time and waited. When she least expected it, he struck.
The day had been a dream come true for Kristen from the morning spent dressing with her mom and friends, to the service at the church and the reception at the big hotel ballroom. She was finally Tommy's wife. The joy that enveloped her was beyond her imaginings.
Kristen had not invited Bryan, but he turned up surprisingly at the reception as her mother's plus one. She ignored him until he asked her to dance right in front of her mother. She couldn't say no without being incredibly rude. Of course, he chose a slow dance. The song: 'Lover' by Taylor Swift.
He was obviously drunk and tried to kiss her right there on the dance floor at her own wedding. All she could think about was getting away from him as fast as she could. When he started grinding his hard dick into her leg, that was enough. She broke away and walked quickly to an exit. Any exit.
She found herself in the hallway in front of the elevators trying to think what to do next. She had to find Tommy. Maybe she'd had too much to drink as well, because she hesitated, lost in indecision. In her hesitation, the elevator door opened and someone was pushing her in.
As the doors closed she turned to see Bryan's smiling face. He leaned in and kissed her. She tried to push him away, but he was too strong. Then he said it, the dirty little thing that made her stop and want exactly what he wanted.
"I'm going to be the first man to fuck Tommy Boy's wife."
These words drove a shocking thrill right through her. The desire she'd had for three years to push the boundaries of right and wrong and to challenge the morals of society all came flooding back. Suddenly, she wanted nothing more than to get fucked by her Daddy on her wedding day.
She realized that she was going to let him do it. She was going to cuckold Tommy one last time. She would let Daddy take her on her wedding day before her husband even had a chance. She creamed her wedding dress as Bryan led her to his room. She wasn't fighting him. She went willingly.
Once in the hotel room, he tried to kiss her again, and she scolded him for trying to wreck her makeup. He smiled and pushed her back onto the king bed. He lifted her voluminous skirts and with some difficulty located her panties.
He yanked them down and launched his face into her wet pussy, devouring it like a starving man. Oh God, he was so good at that.
"Daaaaddddddyyyyy!"
"Did you miss me, baby?" he asked between devastating licks. "Your pussy is so wet for me. You're fucking delicious. You really wanted me tonight. Didn't you?"
"Yeeessssss!"
"You missed my big cock, too. Didn't you?" he asked looking up at her face.
"Ooooohhhh Gooooddddd, yeeeessss."
He went back to eating her, and his tongue swept the velvety vagina walls and erect clit, electrifying her body with his rapid-fire jabs. In no time, she was screaming out his name and coming in his tongue.
"Is my cock bigger than Tommy Boy's?"
"Yeeeess. Soooooo muuuccchhh biiiigggggerrr." Her orgasm was driven on by thoughts of Tommy downstairs looking for his new bride while she was up here with the man he hated.
"You want Daddy to fuck you, little girl."
"Yeeessssss, please, Daddy! Fuck me!"
"Do you love me, baby?"
"Yes, Dadddyy. I love you."
She looked up to see him standing in his tux with just his cock sticking out. Before Coach, Bryan's cock had been the biggest she'd seen, so on that day its 7 inches plus size supercharged her desire. It was longer and fatter than Tommy's 5 inches, that was for sure.
The skirts of Kristen's dress were in the way, so she couldn't see very well what he was doing. She felt the bed give way as he crawled on to it. A cool air conditioned breeze from somewhere was directed at her spread legs and her wet pussy became even more sensitive as if someone had run an ice cube across it.
"Christ, you look like a dish of vanilla ice cream!" he exclaimed. Her tits rose and fell in the most delectable manner half out of the cups of her low-cut strapless mermaid wedding dress.
She felt Daddy slap that big cock against her folds and it made her moan. He did it again and again and laughed at how it increased her arousal.
"Pleeeeease, Daddy. Fuuuucckkk Meeee!"
"My horny little girl wants her Daddy's big cock."
"Yeeesss!"
"You can't deny me, baby. This is the cock you need," he said, making a hand gesture toward his bare cock. "It always was, and it always will be."
"Condom," she said. They had always used a condom, as she had never been on the pill.
"Sorry, baby. I don't have one. I guess I could just stop, but I don't think you want me to."
