"You gonna buy me a Ferrari or what?"
Susan was joking. Riffing on the question Ella's best friend put to her husband, just before he fucked her senseless.
Although Susan couldn't see Jake's face, she knew he was smiling. She could hear it in his voice.
"You should have asked me that earlier," Jake teased with a sarcastic laugh.
"You're assuming I'm finished."
"Are you ever?"
"Nope," Susan said, leaning forward to massage Jake's shoulders. "And you're in no position to argue."
"Dom from the bottom babe."
"BUY... ME... A... FERRARI!" Susan yelled, ramming the dildo into her husband's ass with each word, pounding his prostate without fear or favor.
Sandwiched between the bed clothes and his rock hard torso, Jake's monster responded by releasing its massive load.
Jake felt every inch of his gigantic cock spasming against his rock hard abs. Felt the flood of deliciously warm cum coat his stomach.
"Thanks," Jake gasped, his cock's convulsions gradually subsiding. "I needed that."
"All part of the service... Now answer the question."
"Money's kinda tight," Jake protested.
"So's your asshole. But that didn't stop me did it?"
"What does?"
"Food," Susan said, withdrawing the sex toy from her husband's rear end.
"You don't eat you die."
"How's our evil plan coming along?" Susan asked, removing the pegging harness.
Jake turned onto his back and stretched.
"Confidence is high," Jake said scanning his wife's face.
Was it? Jake still couldn't quite believe Susan was OK with his lust for Ella. Encouraging, in fact.
What was that all about? A twisted version of motherly love? A practical decision born of a sexual bond made of piano wire? Or perversion, plain and simple?
No matter how he sliced it, Jake knew he was the luckiest man on Earth. Even so...
"Are you sure you're OK with this?"
"What could possibly go wrong?" Susan asked, draping herself over her husband's sweat-slicked body.
"Carl should be an actor," Jake said.
"All the world's a stage."
"Once more into a pussy dear Horatio... Is Ella still angry?"
"Livid," Susan said, wrapping her hand around her husband's enormous semi-flaccid member.
"And?"
"And Ella is a freak."
"Like her mother."
"Ipso facto. And you, my darling husband, are fucking irresistible."
"My God we're kinky," Jake said, shaking his head.
"If the shoe fits..."
The T-shirt Carl wore to the house the next night barely fit his athletic torso and broad shoulders, making no secret of a physique radiating youth, vitality and, most of all, strength.
Susan was impressed, but not surprised. Was there a fuck-worthy man or woman who could resist her husband's big dick energy?
"What the hell are YOU doing here?" Ella shouted, flying down the stairs, her face contorted with rage.
"I came to apologize," Carl said meekly.
Ella launched at her classmate. Jake leaped between them, intercepting his step-daughter, holding her in a bear hug.
Ella twisted and turned in Jake's arms, struggling to free herself; her remarkable strength and cat-like agility putting Jake's ancient wrestling skills to the test.
"I'm going to fuck you up!" Ella shouted.
Given Ella's martial arts training, Jake wondered if his step-daughter was trying as hard as she could to escape his embrace.
As Ella fought to free herself, her rock hard ass bumped against Jake's crotch. Each contact lasted a bit longer. Hit his already engorged monster a little harder.
Jake could barely resist the urge to grab Ella's hips and grind his growing hard-on against Ella's skin-tight leggings.
"STOP!" Susan screamed, freezing the combatants.
"In the living room!" she shouted. "NOW!"
Jake waited a few seconds before releasing his step-daughter. Their bodies disentangled slowly.
Jake followed Ella into the living room, thinking about stripping his step-daughter's yoga pants down to her knees.
Carl and Ella sat on the couch, as far away from each other as possible. Jake and Susan lowered themselves into chairs opposite the unhappy couple.
"What the hell's going on?" Jake demanded, as if he didn't know.
"This asshole told my friends I was slut," Ella seethed, crossing her arms across her still heaving breasts.
"Is that true?" Susan asked Carl.
"Yes," he confessed.
"Have you slept with Ella?" Jake asked.
"No sir," Carl replied respectfully.
"Ella," Susan said. "Carl is here to apologize. Aren't you Carl?"
Carl nodded, staring down at the rug.
"Fuck that," Ella spat.
"You want me to punish him?" Jake asked, his voice mirroring her angry tone.
Ella looked at her step-father quizzically. When she saw he wasn't kidding, an evil smile crawled across her lips.
"Yes."
"Carl is sorry for what he did," Susan said, playing peace-keeper.
Jake stood up, walked over to the couch and planted himself in front Carl.
The boy looked up from the rug, his eyes level with Jake's fully-hard monster; the giant cockhead and wrist-thick shaft clearly outlined by Jake's chinos.
"What are you going to do?" Carl asked, his face inches from Jake's massive bulge, his eyes wide with fake fear. And barely concealed desire.
Jake looked over at Ella. His step-daughter was leaning forward, exposing her cleavage to Jake's ravenous stare.
Ella saw it in Jake's eyes: her step-father's determination to make her his right there and then, in front of Carl and her mother.
Ella glanced at her mother. Susan nodded her approval. Ella shifted her position, preparing to leave her perch. To surrender herself to Jake. To show Carl what he'd never have. And, not incidentally, finally fulfill her fantasies.
