A Devil's Wage

A Devil's Wage Ch. 03

A DEVIL'S WAGE - CHAPTER THREE

This is an attempt at a continuation of Cindy'sBob's fine story "A Devil's Wage. His writing is much better than mine and I strongly urge you to read it to understand my starting point. I love the characters, and the deft way in which he takes ordinary people and puts them into intense sexual situations that they have never experienced. He has said he never writes second chapters, although I wish he would, and has given me permission to try to expand on the experiences of Frank and Ellen.

I write for my own amusement and, generally, stuff that turns me on, usually people descending into depravity. I would love to include a shortcut to the story here, but my technological expertise is too limited to accomplish this.

I have left this in "Non-Consent" because that is where the original appeared. You are warned that before I get tired of these characters, if ever, they will have experienced cuckoldry, wife sharing, BDSM, corporal punishment, sexual humiliation, incest, male-male sex, lesbian sex, exhibitionism, and any other depraved sexual activity that I can work in. If you don't like these things, I advise you not to read this. I will also caution those people who comment only to point out that this isn't the way things happen, women don't really like being treated that way, what you suggested there is impossible, etc. etc. that this all takes place in my world where such things do happen, in fact they happen exactly the way that I describe them as happening. So, save your breath. If you feel compelled to comment that the fictional characters here will all end up having their lives ruined, their children drug addicts, their city scourged by fire and brimstone and that I am obviously a closet homosexual with mother issues, a nymphomaniac wife that I cannot satisfy and will eventually descend into abject misery because of my moral failings, I can only say: Yes, you're probably right on all counts, what's your point?

This might make more sense if you read Chapter 2! I hope some of you enjoy this, and I apologize for this taking so long. Life intervened:

I looked briefly back at the windows to ensure nobody was looking out and dropped to my knees. I fully intended to do what he'd asked for, quickly kiss the tip of his dick. As soon as my lips encountered the smooth surface of his glans, however, I found myself taking the whole head of his cock in my mouth and sucking it while slavering my tongue over it, still tasting the residue of the cum and cunt juice that I had cleaned off it before. I don't know how long I sucked his cock.

Time seemed to stand still but, eventually he said, "That's enough." and gently pushed me away. He put his cock away and I stood up, wiping saliva off my chin. Glancing at my tented pants he smirked, slightly, "Looking forward to seeing you guys again," he said and stepping into his car he closed the door, backed into the street, and drove off, giving the horn a little "beep", like you'd do if you were driving away from your family after having dinner with them. I stood there for a minute, reliving the whole evening, and wondering how we got on this track and then turned and walked into the house.

When I re-entered the house the three women were around the kitchen table, eating ice cream and listening to Brittany run on about how cool Mr. Conti was. Ellen and Brittany were seated across from each other, and Amy was standing beside the table, holding her bowl in her hand, and spooning the ice cream into her mouth. When I walked in Ellen turned towards me, Brittany went on babbling, ignoring me completely, and Amy turned her head to regard me with an enigmatic expression on her face. "What more did you and Mr. Conti have to talk about?" she asked raising her eyebrows.

I stared dumbly, I'm sure, at her for a tick or two and then said, "Oh, he has some business deal that he's all buzzed about and thought one more try would get me to agree to it. Nothing really."

"Mmm-hmm," she said, and turned her attention back to the ice cream. It flashed through my mind whether any of them had noticed my wildly rampant cock. I decided to slide my hand into my pants pocket as though checking for my keys, thus somewhat screening my throbbing erection. I looked at Ellen and saw that her eyes were scanning the front of my pants and had probably seen the evidence of my arousal.

"Time for bed, girls," she announced. "Please put your bowls in the sink and rinse them out, and then get moving, school tomorrow, you know."

They did as she asked and then came to me to give me a "Good Night" peck on the cheek on their way upstairs. Brittany was first and gave me an absent-minded peck and walked to the stairs still in dream land. Amy came to my side, said, "Good night, Daddy," and leaned close to peck my cheek. She then passed in front of me and, in doing so bumped her hip into my overly engorged cock. "Oops," she said, "Sorry, Daddy," and, flashing me a glittering smile, she continued to the staircase, my cock twitching and spasming in her wake, about one good squeeze away from coating my boxers with jizz. Inadvertent, my brain instantly assured me. But as I watched her cute little ass twitching its way away from me, I wondered exactly what was going on with my nearly legal oldest daughter.

As the girls receded up the stairs Ellen appeared at my side, practically panting. "If you don't have me upstairs and being fucked in the next thirty seconds," she said desperately, "I won't be responsible for what happens."

"My sentiments, exactly," I breathed out and we fluttered around swiftly, making sure doors were locked, kitchen secured, and everything ready for the night and then practically sprinted for the stairs.

When we arrived in our bedroom, after making sure the door was locked, we both made short work of stripping. Once naked, we dove into bed, and I grabbed her and gave her a passionate kiss. She returned it just as passionately for a moment then pulled her lips from mine and gasped, "Jesus, no foreplay needed, Frank. I'm so fucking hot I'm ready to explode and your dick preceded you into the kitchen by five minutes. Just fuck me!!"

I needed no more encouragement. I immediately pushed her onto her back and pushed her legs apart and back, so her knees were by her tits. I grabbed my rock-hard cock and stroked it up and down her dripping slit. Every time I got to the top of her cunt, I made sure to rub the tip of my cock on her clit, which was sticking out from its hood about an inch, causing her to buck her hips and moan. Her labia were seriously engorged, and her cunt was already gaping open. When I felt my cock was wet enough from her juices to not cause either of us pain, I put the head in her hole and slid forward about two inches into her.

"Oh, yes," she gasped, "More, more!"

I fucked her furiously, not concerned, I admit, with her getting off, in my mind she's had her ten orgasms for today. It was my turn! I figured I wouldn't last long, and I was right. It had only been a few thrusts when I felt the familiar tickle in my cock, and I finished in her within seconds. Spectacularly satisfying, at least for me!

I lay on her, panting for a few seconds and then slid off and out from between her legs so we could lie side by side.

"Thank you," I intoned, breathlessly, "I really needed that for the last hour or so."

"Yes, I could tell by the front of your pants," she smirked, "I could use a release too, you know."

"Might take me a bit to be ready again," I huffed.

"Well, we'll see," she said, mysteriously. "What turned you on the most?" she asked me as her hand started teasing my very sensitive cock. "Was it watching him plunge that huge cock into me? Watching me buck against him, having one orgasm after another? Or was it realizing that I'd watched you sucking his cum off his cock like a good little sissy?"

While verbalizing all this she was relentlessly manipulating, stroking, and squeezing my now rampant cock. I realized she'd made it hard again in only a few minutes by revisiting the incredibly depraved evening we'd had.

"All of it," I groaned.

"I'll tell you what got me going to start with, after stripping in front of you two with the girls upstairs," she whispered.

"What?" I croaked.

"When Tony told you to get his cock wet, and you immediately dropped to your knees and slobbered all over his big dick. Was it better than sucking on my strap-on?"

"Yes," I groaned as she continued to manipulate my cock.

"Did my watching make it even hotter for you?" she asked.

"Yes," I panted.

"It's hard enough," she suddenly barked, "Start fucking. Having said this, she turned onto her back, spread her legs, and pulled my cock towards her drooling hole.

I plunged it in her and begam pumping. It was not as fevered as our first coupling, and I knew I would last for a lot longer, which I did. Ellen had a nice orgasm and, as I got closer to my second, I started pulling hard on her nipples and that sent her over the edge again and we spent the last 45 seconds or so jamming our crotches against each other as hard as we could and then collapsed in mutual exhaustion and satisfaction.

I rolled off her and we cuddled together while our breathing slowly returned to normal.

"Well, that was quite an evening at home," Ellen breathed out at last. "Can't remember having a family night like that before. Do you think the girls suspected anything," she said as her brow furrowed.

I shrugged and looked at her. 'They certainly noticed that your bra had disappeared while they were doing their homework," I noted.

"Yeah, Brittany asked about that while you and Tony were outside," Ellen said, "I told her I'd had it on all day, and I was just tired of it and took it off in the laundry room when Mr. Conti went up to get them. Amy said something about giving Mr. Conti a show, but I just shrugged. They seemed to accept that."

The way she said that prompted something in my brain. "Was Amy at the table with you and Brit then?"

"No, she picked up her ice cream and was looking out the window for a minute and then said the remark about giving him a show as she was walking back. So, what?"

"Oh," I said, as sweat seemed to form on my forehead. I looked into Ellen's eyes, and she seemed to notice my trepidation.

"Why, what difference does that make?" she asked.

"Well, it could make a difference if she was observing me and Tony," I said with a gulp.

"Why is that?" she said raising her eyebrows.

"Well, part of the time we were out there, I was on my knees on the driveway, sucking his cock," I stammered out. "I'm not sure she could see me from the window, but I guess it depends on when she was there, and whether she went to the far side of the window from where she could see the driveway clearly."

"Why were you sucking his cock?" Ellen asked.

"Well, he told me to?" I croaked, finding it hard to look her in the eyes, suddenly.

"Hmmm," she intoned. "Do I need to worry about you leaving me for him, like you used to be worried about me?"

"Of course not," I said, somewhat flustered that she would ask that. "I guess I just slipped into a submissive role easier than I ever would have expected. Do you think she saw anything?"

Ellen shrugged. "I don't know, did she act any different? Is that why your dick was so hard when you came back inside?"

"Was it that obvious?" I asked. Ellen just nodded. "Well, when she came over to kiss me 'Good Night', she accidently bumped my cock and then said 'Oops' and gave me a shit-eating grin and sashayed away. I figured it was inadvertent, though."

Ellen raised her eyebrows even higher than before. "Well, watch her behavior towards you for the next few days, or weeks, and maybe we'll figure it out," she said with a shrug.

We both looked at each other for a few seconds and then went about our routine for getting ready for bed. When we got to bed, we kissed each other and then Ellen turned on her side and was soon asleep. I laid there, awake, for much longer, wondering what Amy had seen out the window. Disturbingly, the thought that my nearly eighteen-year-old daughter might have seen what I was doing caused me to have a restless night as I woke up quite often and would lay there thinking about it. The fear, shame, and trepidation were bad enough, but it was my rock-hard erection that would not go down that really bothered me.

Life returned, more or less, to normal after that. We were busy with Thanksgiving, always a big holiday in our family, for the next few weeks. We eventually got past that and the enormous meal that accompanied it, with both sets of grandparents, of course.

We had Thanksgiving dinner at Ellen's parents, as usual. I got along well with them both, but they always seemed a little strange to me. Her father, Tom was a tall, thin man, a professor at the local college. He was somewhat like the stereotypical absent-minded professor, always seeming to be preoccupied with something.

Her mother, Victoria (never Vickie), on the other hand, was a tall, reserved and always composed and in-charge woman. She was in her sixties but still very attractive, slender and with a formidable bust and hips. We swam in their pool every summer, most weekends, actually, and she still got my attention when she walked out in her one-piece swimsuit. She worked out religiously and her legs still had a well-formed and muscular quality, not like the skinny, old-lady legs you saw on some women her age. She ruled in their household, and had tried, early in our marriage, to become the authority in ours, also, although without much success. She ran her husband like a top sergeant with a raw recruit. They never argued, at least in my presence, mostly because he just did what he was told to do. I always expected him to bristle at some of her pre-emptory instructions, but he never did.

Then we were launched into Christmas, of course. That took up the rest of the month, followed by New Year's. It was a very pleasant period in our lives. Both girls were really into the holidays, and we had little or no teenaged angst over the entire period. We were never much for New Year's Eve. We did the same thing we'd done for several years, had both sets of grandparents over and got lobster tails which I grilled on our gas grill. This, of course, involved me running outside every few minutes to keep track of them, but Amy assisted me and, speaking as modestly as possible, they were done perfectly, and everyone involved was pleased with our gourmet repast.

I had noticed that over the holiday season, Amy seemed to gravitate towards me. She had always been a "Daddy's girl," and I had always struggled not to favor her over Brittany. Not anything major, mind you, it was just that Amy was always "my girl." I tried to pay special attention for any repeats of the "inadvertent' hip against my engorged cock on the night of the Tony Conti visit, but nothing occurred that seemed to indicate it was anything but an accident.

Ellen and I had reverted to a very vanilla sex life, not that there was anything wrong with that. We were so busy with Christmas Tree, lights on the house, buying presents, and then lobster tails and preparing for New Year's Eve that we kind of got away from Punishment Night and anything else very kinky. Occasionally we would talk about the Conti experience and whether that would ever be repeated, but, other than using it to fuel our libidos for a good night's fuck, we never really talked about any of it seriously.

In April the big event in our family was Amy's eighteenth birthday. She was still a junior in high school, due to starting kindergarten a year late since, at that time, we didn't feel she was ready. I never regretted it as she had turned out to be an excellent student and had almost all A's so far in high school. We blew it all out for her 18

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as she felt this was her emergence as an "adult" and probably went overboard on presents, but it was a big deal to her, so we made it a big deal for all of us.

Around the time of Amy's birthday, Ellen said she had something to discuss with me. She waited until bedtime and closed and locked our bedroom door that night, telling me to sit on the bed and she would explain all to me. I sat down with her, wondering what was going on now.

"Well," she started out, "this may turn out to be a big nothing, but I thought I should bring you up to speed on a discussion Amy initiated with me a while ago."

"OK," I said, "what?"

"Amy came to me in late March and said she had something she wanted to bounce off me. She said that she knew she wouldn't be going to college until the year after next, but she had something she had been thinking about and wanted my opinion. She then said that she didn't want to go away to college as an innocent, too many sophisticated college men around, and she thought she should dispense with her virginity sometime in the next 16 or so months before she left."

"Whaaat? I replied, intelligently.

"Yes, that's about the way I reacted," Ellen chuckled, "but she was quite serious about it and the longer we discussed it the more determined she seemed to become that this was something she wanted taken care of. Although I wasn't able to get her to abandon the idea, I did manage to get her to see that 16 months is a long time, and she needed to consider this carefully and not impulsively do something that might impact her life in ways she wouldn't enjoy. She pretty much agreed with me and promised that she didn't have any particular boy in mind for this and that she would not launch into something on the impulse of the moment."

"Jesus," I whined, "where in the hell did that come from?"

"I don't know," Ellen said, "but let's both keep an eye on her. She has a driver's license now, you know."

"I'll watch her like a hawk." I promised, and with that we kissed each other and retired for the night.

As the calendar advanced further into April Ellen got a letter from her Aunt Ann, a favorite of hers and kind of an old maid aunt. She had been married at one time, but her husband died of heart problems only 7 or 8 years after the wedding and she had been alone ever since. She wrote asking Ellen if she could come visit her for a long weekend and bring the girls with her. It looked like there would be an opportunity around the beginning of May. There was a Friday where they had a teacher's meeting and Ellen felt both girls were doing well enough in their schoolwork to miss the beginning of the next week, returning on Wednesday night, therefore only missing 3 days of school. The school, naturally, wasn't thrilled about this, but Ellen just asserted parental authority, and pointed out that both girls had excellent grades, and they eventually agreed.

Everything seemed to be going swimmingly, until about 10 days before their departure, when one of Amy's teachers announced a super important test that would be held on Monday that she was supposed to be on the trip. For a few fevered days Ellen and Amy tag-teamed the teacher trying to come up with a way for Amy to take the test but still make the trip. Take it early? No, too much chance of the test information getting out, although Amy swore that she wouldn't divulge anything to anyone. Take it when she came back from the trip? No same reason in reverse. Take it remotely from Aunt Ann's? No, too distracting for the teacher. When all reasoning failed, we surrendered, and Ellen was forced to telephone her aunt and inform her that Amy would miss the trip. Aunt Ann took it graciously. Personally, I thought it was a tempest in a teapot. She'll see her next time, school comes first.

The night before their departure, Ellen and Brittany were running around the house furiously packing and trying to think of all the things they might need to take with them. I caught Ellen standing in the bathroom perusing the medicine cabinet with a pile of bottles and tubes in front of her that a horse couldn't have jumped over.