Chapter 5

“Mmm, thanks baby, this was good.” Amy wiped her mouth delicately. Bethany and I had stopped by Amy’s favorite breakfast spot and picked up the hashed potatoes she’d been craving. I had showered before coming home, but I swore I could still smell Beth all over me.

“Do you want me to take you by the church?” Bethany asked. While I was sweating bullets sitting next to Amy, Beth seemed perfectly at ease, even shooting me a sweet smile occasionally. Memories of that sweet mouth bobbing on my cock after the shower flitted through my head.

“Oh, that’s perfect. Allie was going to run out with Candice today, so they can use my car then. Will you be coming along Dan? You still look kind of tired. How much did you drink last night?”

“Uh,” I darted a glance at Bethany, “I should probably rest up. I may have had a bit more than I should have.”

Beth giggled, her hand softly brushing mine. “You should have seen him this morning. I practically had to manhandle him into the shower.”

I coughed, spraying a mouthful of coffee back into the cup. Someone had been manhandled, but it hadn’t been me. Her screams as I had fucked her against the bathroom door reverberated in my head.

“Dan, are you okay?” Amy reached over and patted me down with her napkin.

I quickly stood up, wiping away the coffee on my shirt. “Yeah. Yeah, I, uh, let me go change.”

“Okay. Get some sleep, okay?”

I beat a hasty retreat.

The cursor blinked on my screen, just as it had for the last several hours. I sat, riddled with guilt and exhaustion at my desk.

How had it come to this? I loved my wife. I loved my life. I had always been the perfect husband. And yet, here I sat, hours after having fucked my wife’s other sister. Both of them. I had fucked both of them. I had betrayed my wife and fucked both her sisters. And what was worse, was that I had loved every moment of it. I had tried to deny it, but I couldn’t anymore. Pressing into them, unloading my seed deep within them, had been the best moments of my life.

My phone buzzed. It startled me back to the present. I tapped it, still trying to make sense of where my life had gone wrong.

“Open the door. Now!” Candice’s words bit into my subconscious. There was nothing flirty about it, she was seething.

I was down the hall and at the door before I even questioned what I was doing. By the time I did, it was too late. The moment the door unlocked it flew open and I flinched at Candice’s venomous glare. I held my hands up placatingly and quickly backpedaled as she stomped into the house, slamming the door behind her.

“You thought that was pretty cute, didn’t you?” Her pointed finger dug into my chest as I backed up against the wall. “Using Beth to save you.” Her eyes burned with a cold fury I had never seen before. “I own you. You are my plaything. I will fuck you whenever and wherever I want. And if you ever pull something like that again, I swear, you will regret ever marrying my sister.”

“C ... Candice, please. I’m sorry.” I had told myself that I needed to stand up to her, but all those thoughts had been driven away with one snarl from her. “I didn’t plan that.”

She seethed, mere inches from me, those cold eyes boring into me. “If it happens again, you better put her in her place. Or else...” The unspoken threat lingered.

“Okay. Okay Candice.”

“Good.” That slow smile crept up, though her eyes did anything but smile. She pulled me from the wall, turned and then pushed me toward the couch. I stumbled and turned back to her, but she just pushed me down onto the sofa, hiking up her dress and straddling me.

“Uh, uh.” She pressed her elegant finger against my lips as I tried to weakly protest. “You don’t get to talk. Only good boys get that privilege. I have a lot of pent-up anger right now, so you are going to shut up, take off your pants, and think about all the wonderful things here that could go away with a snap of my fingers.”

My eyes darted to the family portraits hanging around the room. Images of Amy and myself at the wedding, me holding Allie on our trip to the Grand Canyon, the family Christmas photo from last year, all hung around me, a testament to everything I had fucked up.

Shame filled me, though my body didn’t seem to care. Her scent was in my nose, her tits pressing heavily against my chest. My cock throbbed as she undid my pants. I hated myself for how much I wanted to fuck her.

I stifled a groan as she slid onto my cock, her panties pulled to one side, already soaking wet. She growled, that predatory look in her eyes as she claimed what was hers. She didn’t wait before slamming herself completely onto me. Her expression never changed, as if daring me to do something. Her fingers dug into my shoulders as she braced herself against me.