The Daddy Thing Ch 02

The Daddy Thing Ch. 02

We sat at our dining table looking across from each other as we quietly ate our pizza and beer. Brooke looked as beautiful as ever, radiant even. And while I loved her more than I ever had, the dynamic of our marriage had changed, and we both knew it.

A few days had gone by since Brooke's last meeting with Dom. I could not get the dominant way he took my wife right in front of me out of my head. I could also plainly see the residual effect that event was having on her. She did not seem to be able to think about anything else either.

"I don't think we are meant to be monogamous," she said unprompted while staring off into space. "I think I always knew I would eventually have sex with someone else someday. I just didn't think it would happen so soon."

I wondered if she knew she was speaking out loud. Did she want to crush me or was she just so caught up in her own thoughts that she wasn't thinking about my feelings?

"You don't have to do it again," I muttered. She shifted her eyes to look at me sadly, as if she felt sorry for me.

"I really liked it... more than I thought I would. Especially with Dom," she said. "I think you're all I'd ever known. I never gave any other guy a chance. But now... everything is different."

"Listen. We can stop now if you want," I said, trying desperately to stuff the genie back in the bottle.

"Do you know anything about his wife?" She asked, abruptly taking the subject on a new path.

"Whose wife?"

"Dom's wife. Aren't you listening?"

"No, why?"

"Just wondering," she said. Silence took over the room for a moment, but I knew she wanted to say more. "Does he love her? He spends a lot of time here and you wouldn't think he'd do that if he really loved her, Right? Shouldn't he be home with her?"

"Yes, he absolutely should."

"But... he doesn't go home to her. He comes here almost every night... because he likes to be here... with me."

"We're still talking about Dom right? Do you think he has feelings for you, honey, because I don't think he has feelings for anyone but Dom."

"You don't think he cares for me?" She asked, raising her voice in challenge.

"He wants to dominate you sexually, especially after the way we berated him earlier. Didn't you hear him? You're just a conquest, honey. And now that he's had you, he probably will move on."

As I spoke, I could see her getting angrier. Her face was reddening, and she balled her fists, slamming them on the table. "NO, KID! He cares for me. You'll see!" And she stormed off to the bedroom and slammed the door. Oh, fuck!

I saw Dom at work, of course, and every time he looked at me, he gave me an evil smirk. The guy loved that he had cucked me so convincingly. After all the shit I had given him about Brooke, he was walking on clouds telling Archie all about how he used my wife and turned her into his slut.

I didn't know what to say to him. Please don't fuck the hot woman who is my wife. Leave the super sexy chick who you should never be able to get alone. Don't stick your big fat dick in her willing mouth, pussy or ass ever again.

Somehow, I felt that he might just laugh at such an appeal. I know I would. Hell, anybody would.

Brooke was a once-in-a-lifetime conquest. Babes like that just don't come around every day. I've known that fact all my life, which is why I went after her young and held on.

Now, I could feel her slipping through my fingers. She was quiet and sullen for two days as she waited to hear from him. She asked if I'd seen him at work. Did I speak to him? Did he ask about her? And finally, did he understand that she was truly sorry about how she'd treated him in the past.

I honestly told her that all I had heard in the past two days was him bragging about fucking her. It had the opposite effect than the one I had hoped for. She gave me a big radiant smile and a hug.

He didn't come to work on Friday, and I was glad. I actually hoped that he was sick. I hoped it was something lingering and possibly life-threatening. However, when Archie and I got to the apartment that evening, Dom was sitting on my loveseat, drinking one of my beers and holding my wife. I was surprised, as she should have been at work at that time.

Brooke was dressed in full slut regalia -- red bikini, collar and leash. Dom had the leash wrapped around his fist. They were smiling at us. My head suddenly filled with a landslide of terrible thoughts about what happened here in my home all damn day.

"Hello boys!" Dom greeted us. "How was work?"

"Shitty, as usual," Archie said. "What did you love birds do all day instead of working for a living?"

"You're about to find out. Have a seat." With extreme trepidation, I slowly sat on the sofa with Archie and waited as Dom started his laptop.

"We made our own content," my wife announced with a giggle. "It's really hot."

The screen flickered to life with Brooke kneeling on the carpeted floor of our apartment completely naked except for her collar and her hands behind her back. She was smiling and looking nervous.

Dom's voice came from off camera. "Hello, Baby. Tell us your name and how old you are."

"Hello, Master. My name is Baby, and I'm 20 years old."

"You're very beautiful, and you have some nice big titties. How big are they?"

"Thank you," she said blushing and looking down at her boobs. She scooped them up and held them for the camera. "They're 36 double Ds."

"Very nice. Tell me why you're here today. What are you going to do for me?"

"I'm here to suck your cock and get fucked." She smiled dazzlingly.

"Do you really want me to fuck you? I'm not convinced."

Brooke looked confused just for a minute and then resumed smiling. "Oh yes, master. I'm always eager to please you, and do whatever you want."

"So, why are you so eager to please me."

"Oh, because you have a huge cock. It's just amazing. I'm so excited."

"We fucked already, and you seemed to like it."

"I loved it. It was the best ever. So amazing," she said effusively.

"Are you married, Baby? I think I see a wedding ring."

"Yes," she said, holding her hand up and displaying her ring, then putting her hand back.

"Does your husband know that I fuck you?"

"Yes, he knows." I just kept watching the screen. I didn't turn and look at the real-time couple. I just didn't know if I could handle that.

"Will he watch this?"

"Oh yes. He likes to watch porn," she said with a smile. "I think he really likes it when you fuck me."

"Why is that?"

"Because you can do things to me that he never could. You're the Dominator."

"So are you saying that you let me do things to you that you don't let him do?"

"Oh yes. You can do anything you want!"

Dom moved into the frame, but we could only see him from the chest down. He was naked and his big purple cock stood straight out from under his hairy white gut.

He walked right up to Brooke, and she watched intently as his cock swayed before her. The size of his manhood seemed to almost overwhelm her.

He stopped right in front of her, his cock head bumping into her forehead. She giggled and started to bring her hands out from behind her, but he stopped her.

"No, no, no. You don't do anything until I tell you to. You're my fuck toy today, Baby. Those are the rules. Understand?"

"Yes, Master. I'm sorry," she said looking up at him, truly remorseful. She put her arms back behind her.

Dom reached out, took the crown of her head in his hand and pushed it back so she was looking straight up at him. His thumb and index finger framed her forehead in a dominant manner.

"So what can I do to you, Baby?"

"Anything you want." She smiled up at him.

His other hand came out, and rubbed her cheek, widening her smile. Then the same hand slapped her. She braced herself and absorbed the slap like she expected it. Like she wanted it. Like she wanted to prove something to him.

It reminded me of those videos we'd all watched together that she disliked so much, that she'd walked out on in disgust. But this was a different Brooke now.

"Like that?" he asked.

"Yes, sir."

He slapped her harder, twice, forehand and backhand. She once again absorbed the blows and smiled back up at him.

"You're gonna do whatever I tell you, right slut?"

"Yes, master."

"You can touch my cock now."

"Thank you, Master." Obediently, she brought up both of her hands and began to stroke him slowly and gently, careful not to apply too much pressure. She treated it reverently as if it were a holy relic.

Gaining confidence with each passing moment, she started to increase the speed and intensity of her strokes, using both hands to encircle his girth and apply firm pressure.

"You know that I like to talk dirty, right?" he asked.

"Yes, Master. I know you enjoy it. Should I say something dirty while I pleasure you?" She raised her gaze to meet his, her own eyes glistening with desire.

"Tell me about my cock. How does it make you feel?"

"I get all wet when I think about it. It's soooo big and powerful. I know it's going to stretch me open. You're going to dominate me with it. Fuck, it's so sexy."

"Do you want to get fucked today, Baby?"

"Oh yes, master. I want to feel you inside me. It makes me crazy just thinking about it." With a small gasp, she increased her pace even more, trying to match her rhythm to the tempo of his breathing.

"Suck my cock, slut. Show me how good a little whore you can be."

Without hesitation, Brooke moved forward and attempted to take Dom's impressive girth into her mouth, but only managed a few inches at first. She used her tongue to swirl around his head, occasionally lapping at the underside of his shaft, as she began to bob her head up and down steadily.

"Deeper slut!"

Eager to satisfy him, she opened her jaws wider and pushed her head forward until the cock was forced into her throat, working hard to give him the pleasure he commanded. Her own excitement was growing with every movement, her breath quickening and her chest rose and fell rapidly.

"Gag on that cock, bitch."

"Mmmphkkkkk!" She forced her mouth down harder, choking slightly but determined to please him. She struggled to accommodate his entire length, trying in vain to take his fat cock deeper. The sensation of his powerful tool invading her throat brought tears to her eyes, but she persisted, her determination fueled by her own desire.

"That's a good slut, Baby."

"Mmmmggggmm." She tried to thank him, I think, for the compliment, but there was just too much cock in her mouth to make any sense. With renewed vigor, she continued to pleasure him with her mouth, taking as much of his length as she could. Her hands moved in rhythm with her head, helping to guide him as she worked tirelessly to bring him to orgasm.

Dom's grizzled old hands were completely enmeshed in her long brown locks holding her head as he pushed his hips forward.

"Gawwkkk," she gagged, but fought through the sensation. As he fucked her pretty face. Suddenly, he popped his cock from her lips, but still held her hair firmly. She looked up at him, gasping for breath as drool spilled from her gaping mouth.

"Who owns you now, Baby? Me or your husband?"

"You do... master," she said, gasping for breath.

"I broke you, didn't I."

"Yes, master. You dominate me. You conquer me."

"Show me. Keep sucking."

With even greater enthusiasm, she resumed her oral worship, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip as she pumped his shaft with increasing speed. She seemed to sense his body tensing beneath her touch, and she knew that he was close to the edge.

"My cock loves your mouth, slut."

"I'm so glad to hear that, master. Your pleasure brings me happiness." His meager attempt at affection ramped up the intensity of her strokes, her fingers gripping into his firm flesh as she continued to work her magic.

"Do you wanna get fucked now baby?"

"Yes, please."

Suddenly, the screen froze and the familiar pause bars appeared on it. We all turned to Dom, and I immediately noticed that Brooke's top was discarded and his hand was firmly holding her left boob.

"Well what do you think? Pretty hot so far?" He was looking at Archie.

"The camera is just stationary, and I'm guessing you need help editing it," he said. "The acting was good."

"She ain't acting. That's why it's good. This is fucking gold. Think of the possibilities. Video and images. OnlyFans. Pornhub, etc, etc."

"I see where you're going."

So, unfortunately did I. "Wait a fucking minute. Are we talking about making my wife into a pornstar?"

"It's called a content creator," she said, putting her two cents into the conversation for the first time.

"I don't care what you call it, it's sex work. You have no problem with that?"

"Not if I get to do it with Dom," she said, smiling at him. "Anyway, we did some research about it today. I think I know what I'm getting into."

I could not believe what I was hearing. I had to get her attention and pull her away from Dom's gravitational pull. "Brooke, a lot of those girls make very little money and they end up shunned in their communities. Have you thought about that?"

"I told you we did the research."

"Can we have a private husband and wife conversation?" She looked questioningly at Dom as if she needed his permission. He nodded. We walked into the bedroom. It was hard to take my mind off the swing of her perfect boobs, but I tried.

I couldn't be distracted. I had to shock some sense into her. "What you're talking about is very hard work to be successful. Many of these girls regret getting into OnlyFans."

"Dom says those are just the plain, ugly skanks. He showed me the successful ones, and he says I'm way prettier than they are."

"Whose idea was this? It seems like it was his."

"Well, Dom and I came up with it together. You know, he hates his wife, but she won't let him go, the fucking bitch. And financially, he can't just leave. So, we need money. This is the best idea we could come up with. Plus, the money we can make doing this will make our lives easier, too."

"Yours and mine, you mean?"

"Yes, of course."

"Because it feels like I'm being replaced by an older model. It feels like I'm being cut out when you two are making future plans without me."

"I'm sorry baby, I don't mean to be mean, but if I was picking him over you, it would be an upgrade, not a replacement. But hey, nobody's cutting you out, Kid. It's going to be a corporation, and we all get a piece."

Well, that was the meanest thing she's ever said to me. "Who's we?"

"Well, me and Dom, obviously. We're the talent after all, so we would get the biggest shares. And you can be my manager and help with the web stuff. And Dom says Archie knows cameras, and video and sound and stuff. Then Dom thinks we need someone to handle the money and legal stuff."

"So you weren't fucking all day, I guess."

"No. We did a lot of talking. Are you jealous now? After everything we did together? Remember that you're the one who introduced this... him... into our lives. You could have stopped it at any time."

"What if I want to stop it now?"

She smiled at me and placed a hand gently on my cheek. "What's the saying? The cat's out of the bag... and this pussy wants her scratching post. Anyway, it's just sex."

"You said you loved him."

"Did I? When? I don't remember."

"The last time you had sex."

"I can't be held to something I say when I'm being fucked like that by Dom. I could say anything then. That's not fair."

"What about what you just said on that video?" I pointed towards the living room.

"Oh, that's just acting. It means nothing."

"Dom said you weren't acting. Either way, I don't like it, Brooke. You two planned to get together today behind my back. How am I supposed to feel about that?"

"That's not fair. He just showed up this morning. I didn't know he was coming to see me. What was I supposed to do? You know how much I was missing him."

"So, whatever Dom wants, he gets?"

"Can you stop him? I certainly can't, nor do I want to." She turned with a meaningful flip of the hair and walked back into the living room, taking her place next to Dom. The other two men stopped their conversation about still photography as she kissed the man who was now clearly her primary lover.

Brooke went to get new rounds of drinks for the guys and Dom started the video again. The new scene had the older man laying across our bed with his face cut off again. A fully naked Brooke just mounted him, aligned his cock to her pussy and slowly sank it down on his towering shaft.

"Aaahhhh..." she moaned softly in ecstasy as his bulbous cockhead entered her hot, wet pussy. "I missed you so much, baby."

"Fuck yeah. That's the tight little pussy I've been dreaming about for days. Ride that cock. Make your big titties bounce for me, Baby."

Brooke was going slowly, trying to get used to the feel of that big cock stretching her out again. It was not fast enough for Dom, who forced his hips upward and slapped her thighs and ass to get her moving. "Faster," he snarled.

Her response to this prodding was to lean in and capture his lips with hers, her hands rubbing his chest as she continued to bounce up and down. "Mmm, master, your taste is divine. I could kiss you all day."

Although it was off camera, that act hit me like a gut punch. While she refused to kiss Archie, she was initiating kisses with Dom. This was clearly more than "just sex."

She pushed back up to a sitting position with her hands in his chest. As she rode, she picked up the pace and slammed her hips harder and harder, her own desire building at the same time. Dom grabbed her boobs with both hands, his fingers digging into her flesh. Her head lolled back with a moan.

His right hand lifted off and then slapped her left breast. Brooke's head flipped forward abruptly, long brown hair flying everywhere. She smiled back at him, so he did it again with the other hand.

"Do you like that... when I treat you rough?"

"I love it, master. It turns me on even more. Please don't stop. Dominate me!"

He needed no other invitation and slapped her a few more times. She yipped at the last and hardest one, and they both laughed.

Dom grabbed Brooke's hips and pulled them down hard snug to his. Her face took on an element of determination as they ground their hips together trying to get maximum penetration. Her head fell backward again.

"Aaaahhh! Master, I'm going to cum!"

"Cum on that big cock while it fills you up, Baby." They ground out their mutual orgasm as she yelled, "Fuuuucckkkk, Dooooommmmm."

The screen froze and the pause button came on again. "You broke character, Brooke," Dom said angrily. "We can't use our real names. Now we have to dub that shit over."

"I'm sorry, baby," she said meekly, looking at the ground.

"You'll have a hard time matching the sound," Archie added. "This is why you need me."

"Fuck!" Dom said. "How could you be so stupid, Brooke? Jesus Christ!" He pushed her away and stood up to pace the room.

Silence reigned for a while as Brooke accepted his alienation as her punishment with a pout.

Archie finally spoke. "Is this clip intended as an introduction to Baby?' I think it might be too intense for that. You should build up to the rougher stuff. Tell a story, you know." Who the hell was this guy trying to be, Fellini?

"What fucking story? She's a horny bitch, and I dominate her. That's the story."

"That would be great if you were our only audience, but if you want to make money, it needs to be what the audience wants. The story should be more thought out. What's the storyline?"

Dom was getting it, and we all stopped to watch him think. "Cuck maybe?" he asked, looking at me.

"Maybe," Archie said. "If that's the case we should see her slowly getting into cheating on her husband with different men... or is she going to be with the same guy over and over again. The clips can't all be exactly the same. Is it just you two or would you fuck other guys," Archie asked my wife.