Cheater's Road

by blackrandl1958

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Fiction, Cheating, Incest, First, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: It was the worst day of his life. He found out his wife was cheating. His two daughters made it better.

Did you ever have one of those days where it just seems like everything is right? The stars align, the gods smile and life is just as good as it can be? I was having one of those days. I had just completed a big project at work. The owner of the company was very pleased with me and cut me a big bonus check and gave me two weeks off. My daughters were back in town. They picked me up at lunchtime and took me sailing. This was a perfect day. We've always been close. Calaney is my oldest. She's always held a special place in my heart. At twenty seven she's smart, successful and gorgeous. She's tall and slender; raven black hair and shocking blue eyes and the whitest, creamiest skin imaginable. She's a DC lawyer and when the deals get done she's a shark. She just intimidates people. Campbell is my youngest. She was twenty five, the top real estate agent in the booming Austin market and, in her own way, just as gorgeous as her sister. She's only five feet five, but she's been making men drool since she was a freshman in high school. It's like she oozes sexy. She has very large breasts. If she were taller and heavier they probably wouldn't look that big, but on a hundred pound frame and at her height she just has acres of cleavage that she doesn't mind showing. She's my baby, always has been since the day she was born and always will be. She's blonde and tanned and has the same eyes as Calaney. That's what they got from their Mom.

They took me out on the ocean and for the first three hours it was awesome. We lounged around, just me catching up on their lives and drank beer. They stripped down to bikinis as soon as we left harbor and the sight of the two of them was just breathtaking. Clara, my wife, had one of her charity things to go to, so it was just me and the girls.

I'm the plant manager of a large dehydrated foods plant and I just got that good news that I was getting a huge bonus for productivity. My company has a key employee program and they figured I was one of those key employees. They reward us handsomely to keep us and I was doing very well. I was getting a double bonus! We were doing so well my wife to quit her job ten years ago and concentrated on all the things she had always wanted to do. She seemed pretty happy serving on town committees, charity boards and women's clubs and I liked to make her happy. She's the love of my life. I took her to our senior prom, we dated all through college and we've been married for twenty nine years. She was still as beautiful to me as the day we met. She was quite the head turner then and she still is. I never quite understood what she saw in me. Sure, I'm not a troll; I still lift weights four days a week and swim five days. I've got all my teeth and I'm a big guy. The hairline receded so much I chopped it all off to just stubble years ago. Still, I never thought I was in her league. She's one of those girls in the room that every guy gravitates toward and hits on. It's been going on for years but she knows how to handle that.

At that senior prom she squeezed Kenny O'Hara's nuts like a vise for grabbing her ass and a "back off" glare from her has been known to cause blizzards in Southern Florida. She's put on a little weight down through the years and she frets about it. She's always on some diet or other but she looks like a million bucks to me. Anyway, she was off opening some community center in the next town up the coast and I had my girls all to myself.

The first problem in that perfect day was a ten knot wind that built a chop on the water. We bobbed up and down like a cork in a bottle and the first thing I knew I was feeling queasy. It got worse the longer we were out. I don't usually suffer from motion sickness. Every year or two, for some reason, I get seasick out on the water. This was one of those times. By the time the girls got us back to the marina I had offered the entire contents of my stomach to the water gods. I was hanging over the rail when we docked and the girls were having a blast at my poor, green at the gills, wretched self. If you ever show a moment, the slightest sign of weakness, they never let you forget it. This one would be the subject of hilarious recounting for years, I was sure.

I dragged my tired, sick ass up to the truck and they piled in. Campbell drove and I hung my head out the window for the fresh air. There's nothing quite as miserable as motion sickness. We had been planning to stay out until dark and it was only four thirty when we pulled up at the house. The girls helped me into the house and I collapsed on the sofa. They went off upstairs to change and I noticed some sounds coming from our bedroom. The door was shut but there was this rhythmic thumping sound coming from there. I forced myself up off the couch and went to the door. I leaned against the wall for a minute and opened the door.

That great day I had been having was really going to shit. "Oh, God, George," I heard. "Just like that! Fuck me, lover!"

There before my astonished eyes I saw George Pendergrass, the City Manager, buried balls deep in my loving wife of twenty nine years. They were fucking like rabbits and I stood there with my mouth open. What the hell! I pulled out my iPhone just in time to catch a video. "Whose pussy is this?" George grunted.

"Your pussy," Clara moaned. "It's your pussy. Fuck me harder!"

"Smith can't fuck you like this, can he?" he panted.

She didn't reply to that, just kept asking him to fuck her harder.

"Daddy, what are you ... Oh, my God!" Calaney said from behind me.

Clara heard our daughter's startled cry and her head shot up. She locked eyes with me and then she saw Calaney.

She began to scramble to try to push George off of her. He must have thought it was some movement of passion because he just kept hammering away.

"Smith! Oh my God, no!" Clara screamed. "Calaney! Please, no! Oh God, please!"

George must have been cumming about that time because by the time he stood up he spurted his load up over her and one glob hit her in the eye. He saw me standing there and started scrambling for his pants. He was stammering and holding out his hands to fend me off. It was unnecessary. I couldn't move. Unfortunately, he was trapped. I was standing in the doorway and he had nowhere to go.

"Don't do anything foolish, now, Smith." He was trying to pull up his pants. "If you hurt me you'll go to jail. Just calm down!"

His pleas were ridiculous because I hadn't moved from the spot I'd been in when I opened the door. I could tell he was thinking about what he was going to do and how he was going to get around me. He didn't want any part of me. He could remember some of the hits I'd put on him in football practice back in high school. His eyes cast wildly around and fell on the window. He ran over and dove through. I think it was a bad idea because he landed in one of Clara's prize rose bushes. He screeched like a banshee and there was some wild thrashing about. We could see him running down the street, naked as a baby, bleeding from cuts from the glass and scratched like he'd been run over by a heard of bobcats. He was looking back over his shoulder to make sure I wasn't gaining on him and ran into the neighbor's mail box. He fell and scrambled wildly to get up. I laughed hysterically and Clara looked at me like I'd lost my mind. I'm sure she thought I'd become a dangerous lunatic and she was trying to cover herself with the bedspread.

"Smith, Calaney, this isn't what it looks like," she babbled. "I can explain!"

"Explain what, Mom?" Calaney snarled. "It sure looked like you were fucking George freaking Pendergrass in your and Daddy's bed. It looks like you've got his cum all over you. It sounded like you were begging him to fuck you harder. I guess that wasn't happening though."

Clara was wiping frantically at her eye, trying to get the cum out of it and saying stupid things at the same time.

"Please, let me explain! Don't hurt me Smith. I'm sorry! Just let me talk to you."

That hurt my feelings. "What the hell are you talking about, 'don't hurt me?' We've been married twenty nine years and I've never even raised my voice at you. What possible fantasy makes you think I'd hurt you?"

"I know it looks bad," she wept. "Please, just let me clean up and we can talk about this."

"What's to talk about?" I asked. "You were fucking him or you weren't."

Campbell came in to see what all the fuss was about. She took one look at her naked mother and looked at me. "Daddy? What's going on? It smells like pussy in here. What the hell happened to the window?"

"Mom was fucking George freaking Pendergrass in Daddy's bed and that's how he got away from Daddy," Calaney told her.

Campbell launched herself at Clara and just slapped the shit out of her. "You bitch!" she screamed.

I dragged her away. "Campbell, you aren't helping anything," I held her tightly. "I know it hurts, baby, but you need to calm down. I love you and I need you to calm down."

I pulled Calaney in for a hug and we just stood there for a minute, looking at their blubbering mother.

"Daddy, you can sleep in my room tonight," Calaney said. "Campbell and I will share."

We turned and walked out the door. "Wait!" Clara cried. "Please! Smith, girls; just talk to me! Give me a chance."

We shut the door behind us and went and sat on the sofa. Both my babies were crying their hearts out and I was a wreck myself. I had an irrational thought that I needed to fix the window.

"I need to get that window covered up," I said. "It might rain tonight."

The girls looked up at me like I was nuts. "Are you okay, Daddy?" Campbell asked.

"I think he's in shock," Calaney said. "He's talking crazy. Daddy, what are you going to do?"

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