Chapter 3

“Mel, I want you to stop the car at the bottom of our drive once we arrive home.”

“Yes, sir.”

She stopped the car as soon as we pulled into our drive.

“Kelly, get out.”

“Yes, sir.”

I got out and went around to her. “Put your arms in the air.”

As soon as her arms were in the air, I pulled her polo top over her head. “Please, sir. Someone might see my breasts.” I ignored her protest. Then I pulled down her skirt and panties in one go, and she tried to cover her naked body as best she could.

“Stand up straight, or I will punish you, and you will not like what I do. Slowly walk up to the house, arms by your side. Mel, park the car in the garage, come inside and take your dress off.”

“Yes, sir.”

I walked behind Kelly, enjoying the view of her beautiful perfect naked arse cheeks. My cock was hard, and I wanted to fuck her, but I knew I would have to wait.

Once inside, we resumed our positions. Mel sat on the floor next to me, and Kelly sat opposite. It was soon time for more action.

“Slut, pull my trousers and jocks down and suck me off.

“Kelly, watch and learn. It will be your turn soon.”

My wife took the tip of my cock in her mouth, with her daughter keenly watching. Mel let saliva run down my shaft and cover my balls, all the time gently sucking my circumcised head. I called out to Kelly, “I want to see you playing with your pussy. I want to see you cum.”

“Yes, sir.”

She spread her legs over the arms of the chair, giving me a perfect view of her spread cunt. Then she rubbed up and down her slit, with her thumb rubbing her clit.

Meanwhile, Mel deep-throated me. “That feels exceptional. Keep it up, and I will take care of you tomorrow,” she eased back, allowing her to catch her breath.

Kelly moaned, “Oh, oh, oh,” her hand a blur as she played with herself, bringing herself close to orgasm.

I concentrated on my wife, giving me pleasure as she sucked my cock, swirling her tongue around my head. I was almost there as I wrapped my hands around her hair, taking control, and face fucked her. “Kelly, cum for me, do it now.”

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming, oh yes, oh yes, this feels amazing,” she moaned as her orgasm ran through her body, covering the chair in girly cum.

Meanwhile, I forced my wife’s head up and down my cock. Pulling on her hair, jerking her head back and forth. I was only interested in self-gratification now. My orgasm was upon me as I pushed my cock down her throat. She was gasping for breath, her arms flailing through the air, struggling to get free as I felt the first spurt of my cum shoot from my cock straight into her belly, then I pulled back, allowing her to breathe, and shot the rest of my cum into her mouth, which she gleefully swallowed.

Mel kept sucking on my tool, cleaning off all the sperm. “Well done, slut. You are in for a good time tomorrow.”

“Thank you, sir.”

With the night’s entertainment finished, it was time for bed. Kelly had netball starting at 8.30 in the morning, and we didn’t want to be late.

“Goodnight, Kelly.” I kissed her on her forehead.

“Goodnight, sir.”

“Come on, wife, it’s time for bed.” I grabbed Melanie by the nipple and pulled her up the stairs to our bedroom. Melanie was mewling as I increased the pressure on her nipple, and once in bed, I said, “Blow me again.”

I intended to get off without Mel having an orgasm after depriving me of sex for a month, leaving her begging for it tomorrow. It took some time for me to unload into my wife’s mouth again, swallowing my seed every time I shot a rope of cum into her welcoming mouth. After blowing me, I kissed her forehead and said, “Good night, sexy,” then I lay down and went to sleep.

The following morning I said, “Wife, you will dress like a slut. You need to look like a whore, plenty of lipstick, eye shadow, and whatever other make-up you need to apply, no bra, with a see-through top, a skirt that shows off your panties, or extremely tight short shorts, and high-heeled shoes.” I wanted to make her feel as uncomfortable as possible so we didn’t have to do this again.

“Yes, sir.”

Kelly was already having breakfast when I arrived in the kitchen. She’d dressed in her sports uniform, ready for the game. Her short skirt highlighted her beautiful, well-toned legs. Oh, fuck teens in sports skirts do it for me, she was so hot.

Mel walked into the kitchen, and she looked smokin’ hot. It was as if a hooker had walked in off the street. “Wow, wow, wow, you look fantastic, excellent.” She wore the tightest, shortest pair of shorts you had ever seen. A camel toe had formed in her crotch, and her top was see-through, her nipples already hard as they rubbed against the sheer fabric.

“Thank you, sir.”

“Mum, you can’t go to netball looking like that.”

“Kelly, this is the only warning I’ll give you. As you have joined our Dom/sub-game, you cannot speak unless I allow you.”

“That’s not fair. Mum looks like a prostitute.”

“That’s it, Kelly. I’ve given you the warning you could not speak unless I permitted, and you ignored me. Your mum has dressed that way because I told her that’s what subs do. I will punish you after netball, and your mum will tell me what suitable punishment I should apply. I will ask for her answer when the game has finished.”

“Sorry, sir.”

“Remember in future, or you will be spanked.”

You should have seen the looks my wife received from both men and women at the netball game. The men were no longer interested in watching their daughters play. They only had eyes for my wife. I watched them, looking at her tits with hardened nipples clearly visible through her sheer top and the very pronounced camel toe. I could tell my wife’s appearance disgusted the women by the look on their faces, so I wrapped my arm around Mel’s waist and pulled her tightly against me. Kelly didn’t care for her mum’s dress either, but I had given her no choice.

After the game and once in the car, I asked, “What punishment do you want to impose on your daughter?”

“Sir. She should stand in front of our house naked with her hands behind her head with interlocked fingers for five minutes.”