Chapter 9

The next morning the only thing I could think about was what had happened the night before. It was all a lust-filled blur, and I almost couldn’t believe it had actually happened. I knew I was beginning to regard Kara as a desirable woman first, and a daughter second, but I no longer cared. The brief flash I’d had last night of both Linda and Kara in my bed, had struck a low pit of excitement and disbelief in my belly that wouldn’t go away. I had to make that happen.

But I didn’t want to simply use her.

Sure, I could stop time, go visit my daughter in her room, and do whatever took my fancy with her helpless body. I didn’t even have to be that discreet; stopping time while we all sat in the living room watching tv would also work. I could have my way with Kara under the frozen, unseeing gaze, of my wife, and no one would have any idea.

I wasn’t going to lie to myself - that was perversely hot, and very appealing. But not nearly so appealing as the idea of having my daughter with both her and Linda as willing participants. Well, as willing as possible under the influence of my desires.

That was such a huge change though, and I wasn’t sure what the best way to proceed would be. I had already experienced a different result between Kara and Linda when I had first given them some serious alterations, and I wanted to make sure everything moved at the same pace.

Anyway, as much as I didn’t feel like it, I had to actually go into the office that morning. So it was with a very distracted air that I bundled myself into the car and headed into work.

I wasn’t too far down our street, driving slowly through the suburbs, when I happened to see Emily going for a walk along the footpath. She was in workout gear with headphones on, and was sporting a fetching flush to her cheeks as she exercised. I couldn’t help but stare admiringly at the long and slender legs on display in her skin-tight and skimpy clothing.

Emily noticed me in the car, and a wide and genuine smile flashed across her face. She quickly looked around to see if anyone was close enough to see, before blowing me a kiss, pausing in her stride and cocking her hip suggestively. I smiled back at her, and her smile widened in response. As I passed the young woman, I kept my eye on her in the rear vision mirror. I suddenly had an idea how Emily could help me in my goals...

That night, I lay back in bed with my hands behind my head, watching Linda as she enthusiastically rode my cock.

Dinner earlier that evening had been secretly amusing for me; both my wife and daughter had been studiously endeavouring to act like all was normal. They spoke slightly too loudly as they attempted to navigate small talk around the table, both periodically looking down and hiding faint blushes. I sat there between them stifling a grin; I was the only one who knew what they were both thinking about. Linda’s newly implanted and taboo fantasy about Kara walking in on us having sex was clearly butting into her thoughts, and I was fairly certain our daughter was remembering how she had spied on us both last night.

Kara excused herself quite early after we had all finished eating, and then it hadn’t taken much effort at all on my part to entice Linda into an evening screw. It had been unintentional, but I had accidentally implanted a huge turn on for my wife; all I had to do was simply mention to Linda that if she wanted to fool around tonight, we had better wait until Kara was asleep or she might hear us - and that was enough for Linda to take my hand and practically drag me up the stairs.

We had barely made it inside our bedroom door (I hadn’t missed Linda’s darting glance towards our daughter’s bedroom either) before she launched herself at me, craning her neck and standing on the tips of her toes, kissing me hard. Foreplay hadn’t lasted long; Linda had deftly unbuckled my pants, freeing my hard cock, and then shoving me insistently backwards until I fell onto our bed. She then shimmied out of her clothing, letting it all fall into a heap on the floor, before lithely crawling on top of me and sinking her wet pussy all the way down until I was buried inside of her.

Linda had started out slow and languid; her eyes were closed, and she was biting her bottom lip, giving quiet and satisfied gasps as she lowered herself up and down upon me. Her breasts jiggled gently as she rolled her hips deliciously and skilfully, taking great pleasure in our sedate fuck. It hadn’t taken much at all though to drive her into a frenzy.

While gripping her firmly by the hips, all I had to do was warn her to not make too much noise or Kara would definitely hear us from the next room.

Linda’s eyes had flown open, and she looked down at me in shock. On her next downwards motion, she had put more force into it, making our bed shake audibly. With an increasing litany of observation’s that our daughter could probably hear us fucking right now, Linda was soon holding onto the headboard behind me, impaling herself roughing onto my cock, moaning and gasping theatrically loudly. Her eyes were glazed over, and her mouth hung open, and I got to lay there enjoying the view as my beautiful wife went to town on me.

Our rhythmic movements had finally reached the point where our bed had began squeaking and, fantasies aside, I was sure that Kara could now actually hear her parents having sex now. Was she masturbating even now, intently listening to us fuck? I grinned to myself at the thought.

I reached up and grabbed Linda’s heaving tits, roughly fondling and playing with them. My diminutive wife riding me was a hell of a sexy sight. She was such a lovely woman that she should have been more than enough for any man. I had always thought so. Except, of course, for the younger carbon copy of her in the next room over.

“That’s it baby.” I growled happily. “God, you feel so good.”

“So do you.” Linda gasped between breaths. “Fuck, I’ve missed this. I’ve missed doing this with you.”

“We were worried about Kara.” I said, teasing her erect nipples. “Remember how often she came into our room at night when she was younger?”

“ ... yeah.” Linda said slowly.

“We had to wait ... until she was older.” I grunted, thrusting my hips in time to meet hers. “We didn’t want ... her walking in on us.”

Linda groaned long and loud at that, and I hid my satisfaction by burying my face between her breasts. She wrapped both arms around my head, and slumped forward so that her torso was laying flat against me. She began humping and rolling her hips desperately, panting into my hair - overcome by her arousal.

This was very pleasant in many ways, but I was beginning to find it hard to breathe under Linda’s heavy breasts. On top of that, I was also missing the sense of control that I had been enjoying so much ever since I had discovered what the Watch could do. I had discovered that I liked being in charge.

To take a breather, I activated the Watch on my wrist while Linda was in mid-thrust, freezing the world around me. Once done, I carefully pushed Linda off of me - propping her up, and freeing my face from the soft flesh of her chest. I eased my way out from under my wife; I was now used to the way that she smoothly compensated for my absence, frozen in the position of riding a phantom person.

I moved around so that I could see her face more clearly; Linda’s eyes were screwed tightly shut, her mouth wide open - frozen in act of panting - and her lips were moist with saliva. She looked like she was enjoying herself immensely, and I wondered what exactly she was thinking about. Was she, even now, picturing Kara bursting into the room and catching us?

I leant forward, and impulsively kissed my wife tenderly. Her lips closed gently at my insistent plundering of her receptive mouth, yielding to me passively. Even though I could kiss her whenever I liked, this stoked a dark side of me. Having my way with her body without her knowledge was just so perversely arousing. Even though I had been enjoying her riding me only moments before, controlling her like this was just too good. The temptation to flip her onto her back, and fuck her forcefully was great ... and then I thought - what exactly was stopping me?

So I did.

I flipped Linda over onto her back, and quickly rearranged her arms and legs. I placed her arms straight above her head, a position that pulled her breasts high on her chest. I bent her knees so that her heels were touching the back of her legs, and then spread her thighs wide, opening her up to me. She was like a perfect and lovely doll.