I have to ask you to forgive me folks. This second section is mostly about story. It is sexual in orientation, but this section isn’t really about erotica or anything. It’s mainly just about insight.
I expect there to be some hating going on so I am going to leave the comments off. It seems that a lot of people hate the word slut and it is used here. Not only that, but I left the comments on in the last episode and it was mostly just kik me(s) anyway.
I’m working on Chapter 3 now, and it will be back to Lindsey and her dad so those of you that want more of that just be patient and it will be posted soon.
I came awake with a snap, and jerked my hand out from underneath my daughter’s bottoms.
“Shit!” I thought. “I fell asleep.”
Breanna just stood there in front of me with her arms crossed over her breasts, and panic was running through my mind. I just knew that I was destined for prison after what I had done, and I also knew that there was no way to lie my way out of it. Breanna had caught me with my hand in the cookie jar literally speaking.
“Looks like I wasn’t the only one having fun tonight!” She whispered, and turned toward the hallway and the bedroom.
I got up and carefully set Lindsey down on the couch, and followed her.
“Breanna I can explain!” I said as I got into the bedroom.
My wife looked me in the eye softly, and her hand came up. I flinched just knowing that she was about to smack me, but to my surprise she didn’t. Instead she cupped my cheek like a mother consoling her child.
“I’m not going to smack you Douglas,” she said. “I was the same age as Lindsey the first time I had sex with my father.”
“Huh?” I said. “You… You were?”
This was a fact that I had been completely unaware of. I had been married to Breanna for twelve years and I had never known that anything like that had went on between her and her father. The two of them seemed to have a beautiful and light hearted relationship, and I would have never guessed in a million years that they had ever done anything like that.
“Yes,” she answered with a smile and a wink. “So wipe that guilty look off of your face. I know you’d never do anything to hurt Lindsey and if she’s anything like me she loved every second of it.”
“She did?” I said stupidly.
“Besides Doug. I went out to get something bigger so I don’t blame you for trying to find something a little tighter,” she said jokingly.
“I uh… Well… That’s not exactly what I was thinking.” My tongue seemed to be fighting me and words weren’t coming easily.
Finally my eyes adjusted to the brightness of the lights in the bedroom and for the first time since she walked in I actually noticed my wife’s state of dress. She had left earlier wearing a short white miniskirt and purple blouse that was open in the front showing off a lot of cleavage. The outfit was the same, but now the top three buttons of the blouse were ripped, and she wasn’t just showing off some cleavage. Now her entire bra was flapping in the breeze.
“What happened,” I said nodding at her blouse.
She looked down at her chest and then back up at me with a crooked grin on her face. “The guys got a little carried away.”
“Oh,” I said intrigued. “Guys! As in plural?”
About six months before that my wife had talked me into going to a bar with her. Normally bars weren’t my kind of thing. They’re loud and obnoxious and most of the time you have to scream just so that the people around you can hear. My wife is persuasive though and I went with her. It ended up that the bar we went to was hosting a bachelorette party, and as soon as we walked in I immediately started trying to convince Breanna that we should find another bar to go to.
“Nonsense,” she insisted. “This should be interesting.”
It was interesting to say the least. At first it was just the ladies whooping it up and having a good time. Because of the bachelorette party there were way more women there than there were men, and I felt like a feather in a pillow factory. I’m not used to having women flirt with me, especially in front of my wife, but because there weren’t many men to choose from I had women approaching me every time my wife left the table, which she seemed to be doing on purpose just to make me sweat.
Two hours into the night male strippers arrived, and again I tried to insist that we find somewhere else to go, but again she wasn’t having anything to do with that. There were three male strippers and the women started going nuts. I had been to strip clubs before, but only women were the dancers and the men were the audience so this was an entirely new experience for me. Apparently men are way more behaved at strip clubs then women though because they were standing around clapping and squealing while the strippers were doing their thing. Some of them were even unbuttoning their blouses and showing off just to get the strippers attention.
The high light was when a youngish woman, barely old enough to drink at the bar, enticed one of the strippers to come to her by completely removing her top. I had to admit that at that point I wasn’t minding being there as much because she was nice to look at. The stripper came over to her, and she actually took him into her mouth right there in the middle of the bar and in front of everyone.
“Oh my God,” Breanna leaned in and said to me.
“I know right!” I answered. “What a slut!”
Breanna gave me a serious look, but didn’t say anything at first. Instead she went back to watching the girl suck off the stripper while all the other girl’s stood around and cheered her on. They were clapping and chanting, “Swallow it! Swallow it!” I couldn’t believe my ears or eyes.
“Well you better hope none of them strippers come over here sweetie!” She said leaning into me again.
If my mind hadn’t been blown before that it was definitely blown at that point. My wife was insinuating that if a stripper did come over that she would be doing the same thing. The funny thing was that a part of me wanted to watch her do it. I’d never thought about it before but the idea of watching another man’s dick sliding in and out of my wife’s mouth with me sitting right next to her had a strange sort of appeal to it.
The other two strippers were still dancing around, but the girl giving the blow job was taking everyone’s attention and the strippers were basically just hovering around looking for someone to dance for. I caught one of their attentions by pointing at my wife behind her back.
The stripper danced his way over and as soon as he was in front of her she dropped to her knees without so much as a single thought about what she was about to do and took him into her mouth. She sucked him off vigorously as if his dick were made of candy and filled with cream. I watched intently as her head bobbed back and forth on his hard dick. She had him cumming in no time flat and she swallowed every drop.
We fucked like rabbits that night, and not just once. I was so turned on with the imagery of watching her blow another man that I came inside of her mouth once, her pussy once, and her ass once, and she squealed and panted and begged for more. It was the hottest sex we ever had.
So I knew that it was entirely possible that my wife might thoroughly enjoy being fucked by multiple men at the same time.
“Wow,” I said. “What happened?”
Breanna smiled at me and started to remove her clothes while I watched and waited for her to tell me her story.
“You sure you can handle this?”
I nodded enthusiastically, and she thought about it before she continued.
“I went to the bar with Jessica and we had a good time. The only problem was that I was in the mood for something wild and crazy, because I don’t get that opportunity very often. I had plenty of guys buying me drinks, and I danced with a couple of them, but all in all they were too tame for me. I wanted something wild and hot and crazy, but I could tell that the guys that were hitting on me were one time wonders.
Eventually I talked Jessica into leaving. We drove around for a while and I didn’t see anything interesting. I knew what I was looking for so I kept directing Jessica to take me into seedier and seedier parts of town. Jessica was freaking out about the places that we were going to but I wasn’t.
Finally I saw what I wanted, and I had her pull up to the curb. There were three guys playing basketball beneath a single light. Generally speaking it was pretty dark, and I don’t just mean the lighting.
I started to get out of the car and Jessica begged me not to, but my mind was made up. I marched over to wear the guys were playing hiked up my skirt and grabbed on to the fence and waited.
None of the three guys could believe what they were seeing, but they came over to me and asked me if I was crazy. I nodded yes but other than that I just stood there. One of them said, “Well fine then bitch. You asked for it. He pulled his shorts down and just shoved himself into me, which is exactly what I wanted him to do. He was huge Doug,” she said. “Fucking huge, and my pussy was stretched to its limits with him. He started fucking me and pulling my hair and asking me if that was what I wanted. I answered him by moaning out.
They each took turns on me. They pinned me up against that fence and yanked and pulled and fucked and made me suck them off. They came in me and on me,” she said tossing the shirt to the floor, and I could at that point tell that she had dried cum on her neck and bra and chest. “And then they fucked me some more.”
By the time that Breanna finished her story I didn’t quite know what to say. On the one hand my dick was as hard as a rock, and I hadn’t yet had the chance to relieve it, but on the other hand I couldn’t get a clear read on Breanna. Did she love every second of it or not? I couldn’t tell.
I went to her and kissed her on the mouth. She wrapped her arms around me and held me tight.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
I pulled back from her and looked her in the eyes. “For what?”
“I cheated on you Doug,” she answered. I could tell that tears were forming in her eyes, but I have to admit that I was confused by her reaction. She didn’t do it behind my back. I knew when she left earlier that night what she was leaving to do and I had given her my blessing. She had nothing to feel guilty about.
I kissed her again. “There’s nothing wrong with liking sex Breanna,” I told her.
Her embrace tightened around me. “You mean you don’t think I’m a slut? You don’t hate me?”
“Nope,” I said. “I will never hate you no matter what.”
“Are you sure?” She asked me.
I answered her by squeezing her tight in my arms. If I had known that there was any chance of it shaking her confidence about the way that I felt about her I would have never let her do it in the first place. She had convinced me that she wanted to do it before she left though. It was perverted for me to like it and I knew that, but the truth was that it didn’t bother me that she did it. It didn’t change the way that I felt about her at all, but I wasn’t sure how to tell her that.
I kissed her on the lips and she opened her mouth for me. I slid my tongue in and kissed her with as much passion as I had for her. I loved Breanna with all of my heart and that’s all that mattered to me. It was all I cared about.
I could feel her tears dripping onto my face as we kissed.
We finally broke our kiss and she looked me in the eye again. “I’m such a slut. You deserve better than me.”
I shook my head no. “You are everything I could ever ask for Bree. If you are a slut than I am happy to have you as my slut.”
“I hope you really mean that Doug!”
“I do Breeanna,” I answered her sincerely.
“I mean it. I can’t promise you that I’ll never do it again. I know I shouldn’t like it, but I do! I can’t help it.”
“Deal,” I said.
“Where did you go daddy?” Lindsey said. She was standing in the door and wiping her eyes. She was still wearing her ballerina outfit but the front of it was opened up too far, and both of her breasts were completely out in the open.
“I’m here sweetie,” I said to her.
“Oh. I fell asleep. I’m sorry daddy.”
“Why don’t you change into your nightgown honey,” Breanna said. “You can sleep with us tonight.”
I was conflicted about that. It wasn’t that I minded having Lindsey sleep with us, but I definitely needed some release. It had been one heck of a night and I needed it to end well. Lindsey trotted off to her room, and Breanna gave me a look.
“I hope you don’t mind Doug, but I’m sore and tired,” she said slipping into the bed.
“But Bree,” I pouted. “I kind of need you tonight!”
She shrugged and smiled. “Not really Doug. Now you have back up.”