Chapter 11

“I’ll be right back,” I heard Jessica say at the same time as I heard Ken in the background insisting, she get back out there. My mind was already whirling with images of what he wanted. I hoped it was innocent but in my heart, I knew Jessica had already won our devious bet and I felt guilty I had ever agreed to it.

It might not have happened if I had.

I spun around. Jessica was standing at the door with her mouth hanging open. I couldn’t actually see it, but I just knew she had her father’s sperm in her mouth. Ken probably wouldn’t have sounded so angry otherwise.

My expression must have given away my surprise, disbelief, and despair. Jessica closed her mouth, swallowed loudly, gulped, and then giggled. A tear came to my eye. Ken had just received oral sex from his daughter. I knew it.

The despair was that my husband had chosen Jessica over me. I had planned to ravage him myself, and before I could, he’d succumbed to the temptation of our daughter. Why hadn’t he refused her? What did Jessica have that I didn’t? He was supposed to be so committed to me that no other woman could interest him, and now he was probably sated and wouldn’t need me to drain him of his juices. I’d have to go without!

“Oh! What luck!” Jessica smiled in triumph then cleared her throat. Ken has very thick semen. “Well, we just reached the next step, mom. We can talk to dad together, or it can wait until after you suck Chris,” she giggled.

I knew I had lost the bet. I had assumed Danny and Chris were automatically excluded from the game just like she wouldn’t ask me to go down on a cop while he was on duty. I had assumed incorrectly because the first person she wanted me to blow was my own son. What had I agreed to with this bet?

Even if I could force myself to go along with Jessica’s demand I suck whenever she pointed to a guy and said suck, we hadn’t talked about a guy who would say no. Christian was surely an example of a male never agreeing to oral sex, especially from his mother. It’d just be a humiliating exercise in futility, to even demand I try. I put the thought out of my head in favor of bigger worries.

Jessica had to know Ken would hear her. He’d think I wanted to get with our son the way he’d been with her. I had to be three shades of red, and I felt like the bottom had dropped out of my world. Ken had cheated on me. With our daughter. And she seemed pleased with herself about it. Where would that leave me?

Kendrick was supposed to be her protector, not a ready supply of semen for HER. I wanted to be the only source of his pleasure even though I was beginning to accept that one man was not enough to sate my own lusts.

I continued standing there processing what I’d just witnessed. Maybe it was a mistake, and Jessica was just playing games? Maybe there’d never really been semen? Maybe Ken was fully dressed and had just refused Jessica the way Chris would surely refuse any attempt I made to suck his penis? I obviously needed to know for sure.

“Come on mom, make up your mind. Dad is pissed that I came in here before he was finished with me and you need to reassure him or something,” she reminded me that I was expected to make it clear I approved and had encouraged this.

In a haze, I found myself moving back towards the back door, getting wetter and wetter at what I imagined I might see on my patio. Maybe Jessica had left him with blue balls? Maybe I could jump on his cock and give myself an orgasm before it was too late? Maybe I would ... I reached the back door, and behind Jessica, Kendrick was slouched in one of the patio chairs, his pants around his ankles.

My husband should have looked guilty. He should have been hurrying to get dressed, knowing I was nearby. He should have been frantic that his wife was about to witness proof of his infidelity but instead, he was looking angry. What did HE have to be angry about?

“So did you win or lose, Carrie?” He asked, staring into my soul around Jessica, indicating his dick languishing between his legs. It was still wet and shiny from recent use, although nowhere near hard anymore.

“I lost,” I admitted, slowly. I was sure you wouldn’t be unfaithful to me,” I added. He had to see how upset I was, yet he had steel in his eyes as if this was somehow MY fault.

“I wasn’t unfaithful, Carrie. Hall pass, remember? But that’s what I thought. I did warn you more than once, that one day your bets would go too far. Has that day arrived now or are you going to suck it up, be a graceful loser and face the consequence of your loss?” he asked.

A big part of me wanted to ask him how he could dare talk to me like that. It was HE who’d allowed our daughter to blow him. It was HE who’d finished in her mouth and now he was angry with me? A small part of me was relieved that I was here so we could address this and there would be no need for uncomfortable silences later.

“So, what are you going to tell the others?” He asked, still in that voice that he used when he was sorting out a dispute between his children. He knew that I would be reluctant to tell them ANYTHING.

“Me? Why would I be the one to tell our children that their father just received oral relief from their sister?” I asked, surprised at him. “How is your cheating on me, MY fault?” I asked indignantly without taking my eyes off his penis. Sure, I remembered offering a hall pass, but it was different when it was my own daughter.

“Mom, remember what you agreed to?” Jessica prompted. I had no choice in this matter – a bet is a bet.

Shit. I’d said I’d pretend like it was no big deal and Jessica should be free to suck her dad’s cock if he let her. I knew that but I had to hear it from Jessica before it felt real.

But Ken was upset with me. “You just admitted it wasn’t cheating just like Jessica promised me. At least SHE was honest right from the start. But now I want to hear it all from your lips. This might be a one-time thing, depending on what you tell me. And I want the truth, Carrie. No half-truths or lies. I always know when you’re not telling me something, but I’ve always been more than fair about it. Get your ass out here and the both of you, start talking!”

“Sorry baby.” Even as I made my way outside, I apologized for being surprised, assuring him that he was right. I told him it was fine that Jessica sucked his cock and almost between gritted teeth, assured him it was just a blowjob and no big deal at all.

We both took up positions at his knees and told him. About everything.Well about most things. I couldn’t tell him about my secret fantasies but other than that, I was completely open about what we’d been doing with Jane and Elizabeth, about our activities at the mall, at the tennis court, about the bowling alley and about how we’d ended up naked in our backyard and Jane’s. I even admitted that I fully intended to have intercourse with others in the future when necessary. Of course, that’s the short version.

At first, Jessica seemed to be having a laugh about the situation we were in. She was kneeling but in a patronizing way where she pretended to take this very seriously and she acted very formally. Yet it was obvious she was smirking and crossing the line between truth and fantasy when she embellished on some of the bets. There were a few dirty things she did at school that I didn’t even know about like flashing her own brother and his football friends right in the school cafeteria because he’d dared her to.

The full version was much longer. Our confession began with me standing awkwardly outside the back door next to Jessica while Kendrick sprawled on the chair looking up at us. He allowed that for about a minute before firmly suggesting that we both kneel so he didn’t have to look up at us. I didn’t want to, and I didn’t know where he got the idea he could order us both to do that. But I resigned myself to it.

I felt that I’d done nothing wrong, but I had to acquiesce to my husband’s demand in order to forestall a likely escalation. He was already clearly angry with me even though I hadn’t even been there when Jessica managed to get his dick in her mouth. I didn’t want to give up all my pride just to calm him down though. As a concession, I moved over to the empty chair next to Ken, to sit there instead. He stopped me.

“You think we can have a conversation as equals right now, Carrie? After what you’ve done? I don’t think so, Carrie! Sluts kneel,” he insisted.

“I am NOT a slut, Ken! Why does everyone keep calling me that?” I asked even as I gave up a little more ground and didn’t sit. Jessica had called me that earlier too. I wanted to tell him he’d just called our daughter a slut as well, but I figured she could defend herself.

“Before we can even have an honest conversation you two need to accept that you are sluts and that your betting has been irresponsible. You need to do that from a place of humility beneath me. You involved others in your bets when it was between the two of you and now you’re facing the consequences.”

“Yes, I see that now,” I admitted, fully giving up my pride. I settled to my knees in front of my husband and next to Jessica who hadn’t hesitated to kneel the moment Ken had ordered it. I really HAD screwed up by allowing the bet. Ken was right. Jessica didn’t see the problem. She had just given her dad what she considered a premium service blowjob and I was sure that in her mind, he should have been happy with that.

She was happy to call herself a slut and she didn’t look in the least guilty at being labelled one. If anything, she seemed almost mildly annoyed at being made to kneel again. The tiles on this part of the patio were hard on our knees.

“You are clearly a slut, Carrie. But that’s okay. I’M okay with that. Actually, I’m happy you are. When you act like one, I’m quite capable of treating you like one, too. That doesn’t mean I love you any less. It simply means I’ve not been treating you as I should have for most of our marriage. If you’d been honest years ago, we would be way past this conversation by now.”

“I wasn’t doing anything wrong years ago, Ken,” I assured him, wondering what to do with my hands. Jessica had hers on her thighs so I copied her.

“Tell me you’re a slut,” Jessica, Ken ordered out of nowhere, as if totally ignoring my protest...

“I’m a slut, daddy,” she said without hesitation. It was like she was repeating something she’d already told him in my absence.

“See? That wasn’t hard for Jess at all, Carrie. She’s only sixteen and she knows what she is. You’ve been pretending you aren’t for most of your life. That means you’ve been lying to me for years. Now ... I’ll repeat myself. Tell me you’re a slut too,” he demanded again, looking at me. Into me. Still staring at my soul.

I was naked with a remote control butt plug in my bottom, looking up at my half-naked husband with my topless daughter beside me on her knees, about to admit to doing sex bets with her. At that moment I really did feel like a slut. But I was too embarrassed to admit it.

“But I’m not_” Ken cut me off.

“Tell me you’re a slut, Carrie,” he repeated a third time. “Think about what you paraded around in this morning. Look at yourself now. The only thing you’re wearing is a sex toy shoved tightly up your stink hole.”

I didn’t want to say I was a slut. I was a slut and he was right. I really didn’t want to hear myself say it, though. Admitting it would almost make it true.

“Tell me!” Ken raised his voice. He hardly EVER raised his voice with me, and it shocked me. Scared me a little.

“I’m a slut, sir,” I said, lowering my eyes. It just came out of me as if it had been something I’d dreamed of admitting in my most super secret fantasy.

“Finally! Jeez, how hard was that, Carrie? Now say it again,” he ordered.

“I’m a slut,” I repeated quietly after a moment. It was just as difficult, the second time.

“Again. Louder.,” he ordered.

“I’m a slut?” I asked in a slightly louder voice. It was a little easier the third time but I was beginning to wonder if Ken wanted me to say more.

“Yes you are, Carrie. Now say it again and accept it. It’s not a bad thing. It’s just what you are. Embrace it. Own it,” he said more gently, as if encouraging me to be honest with myself. The moment I’d begun to do as I was told, his voice had changed as if to encourage me to keep doing as I was told.

“I’m a slut, sir,” I said again. Something inside me tingled as if accepting that he was almost right. I don’t know why I called Ken, ‘sir’. It just seemed appropriate. Ken didn’t call me on using the honorific.

“Again,” he said, something like excitement coming through in that single word.

“I’m a slut,” I said more firmly, looking for acceptance in his eyes for just a moment before my gaze lowered again.

“Again,” he insisted like I was finally getting what he was trying to teach me.

This felt like some kind of affirmation to me. It was a bit of an epiphany for me as well. The repetition of the word slut had served to make me accept that the word did fully apply to me. I used to pride myself on being a good girl but that seemed like years ago. I was being made to admit I’d always been a secret slut and I was finally beginning to semi-publicly acknowledge it in front of my husband and daughter.

“I’m a slut!” I answered, accepting it and letting the word resonate in my head for the first time. It felt like a barrier had broken inside me. It was the first time I’d publicly acknowledged the fact that my actions of late had shown me to be a slut because I am a slut. “I’m a slut and so is Jessica,” I repeated all on my own.

“Better,” Ken said approvingly. “See, that wasn’t so hard, now, was it?” he asked again. It was easy for him to think that. It went against everything I’d ever learned from my parents. “And you’re right. Jessica is a wonderful slut too. I’m just as proud of her today as I was yesterday before I knew. Others might not understand it, but as long as we know, that’s all that matters,” he assured us. “Now tell me everything,” he ordered. So we did, taking turns to ensure we didn’t leave anything out.

I was a little envious he didn’t make Jessica repeat the exercise. I guess because she had laughed it off and boisterously admitted it with pride. She hadn’t always been this open about sexuality. I think she was encouraged by the bets recently, to be more receptive to sex.

Jessica told him the story about tying me up in the yard in my bikini, adding that she wanted to tie me up naked but had chickened out. She admitted that’s when she’d introduced the butt plug but assured him that since then, it had always been my idea to use one. She elaborated on the details but I didn’t want to admit that James had seen me in the yard. Kendrick didn’t ask for that detail and I didn’t tell him. I felt so embarrassed already.

I admitted that Jane had caught me and hadn’t been at all outraged at what she was seeing. I admitted making a bet with her that resulted in her getting tennis balls served at her butt when we won at tennis. I admitted the mall bet and to touching a back man’s cock then watching while Jane sucked it. I even admitted I’d made Jane service me.

Kendrick didn’t seem surprised about the details. I had been honest with him about many of the bets. He hadn’t asked for the details of the others. He was getting them now, in abundance. Jessica seemed proud of her exploits as she recounted the wins and the stoic acceptance of the losses as well.

Jessica filled in details where applicable and finished with the consequence of our most recent bet, assuring her father that she was now able to point me at a dick and tell me to suck it. “We talked about it last night and Mom said if I could convince you to let me go down on you, she would tell you it had been her idea. It was her way of being able to admit she likes sucking dick as much as I do,” Jessica seemed gleeful to get that off her chest.

I was mortified – totally beat red. I had been caught instigating the blowjob. I had no leg to stand on here morally. He had no reason to be ashamed because I had planned this little test. I totally regretted the bet now, more than ever.

“I’m changing the consequence, Jessica,” Kendrick stated bluntly when she took a breath, without even consulting me first.

“Fuck? What? Mom was supposed to be my little do-bitch! That’s not fair,” Jessica pouted.

“She should not have put you up to testing me. She encouraged you to come out here and make this offer. You wouldn’t have done it if not for her bet,” Kendrick replied.

“Well, I guess that’s true,” Jessica slowly nodded in agreement – but still looked disappointed she wouldn’t get to claim her prize for our bet.

Could he change the consequences? That was my initial reaction. Of course he could, I answered myself too. I’d just admitted to being the most depraved mother in the universe, encouraging my daughter to have sex and make bets with our back neighbor. At this moment, Kendrick could do whatever the hell he wanted and I’d HAVE to be okay with it. He knew it too and that’s probably why he directed his remark at Jessica.

“But daddy! Please! I worked hard to win that bet,” she whined again.

“Too bad. I’m your father and you’re a slut. You admitted it. Sluts don’t make the rules, they abide by them. I’ll give you until tomorrow to decide if you want this to continue or to stop right here. But for your mom, it’s too late now,” he told her.

Jessica looked like she was going to argue about Ken giving her a day to decide but when he added that it was too late for me, her expression turned to fear. “Too late for what? Are you going to leave us?” Jessica asked, panic evident in her voice.

“No honey. We’re a family and we’ll stay a family. But your mom can’t take back what she’s done. What she’s admitted. So I’m changing the consequence to your latest bet. You cannot tell her what dick to suck. What cock to fuck or what cunt to lick That’s MY job. It was my job before you were born, and it’s my job now. Your only choice is to quit making bets or to accept that this,” he indicated us kneeling at his feet, “will be the new normal for you both.”

“I don’t understand,” Jessica was confused and so was I.

“Your mom has acknowledged being a perverted sex fiend and it’s up to you whether you’re going to be one too or not. I’m going to ramp things up for your mother and if you choose to go along with that, then you’ll become one too,” he promised.

“So, what’s that mean exactly?” Jessica asked quietly. The wicked smirk had disappeared from her face. She was becoming totally focused on her father’s words.

Let me be clear. Kendrick doesn’t usually shout when he’s angry. He doesn’t usually raise his voice at all. His slow and measured tone are the epitome of calm but Jessica had picked up the menacing tone in his voice that told her it wasn’t time for wise cracks any longer. Now she wanted to understand what her father was saying.

“I promised your mom she would have to tell everyone exactly what she’s been up to, in detail, if she fucked around on me. She just admitted to doing exactly that. So, she’s going to. Tomorrow night. After dinner. You can either join her or judge her along with your sister and brothers. Then she’s going to ask them to punish her for being what she is. They’ll be judging you too, if you’re with her. Unless you decide you’re done sucking and fucking while you’re under my roof,” Kendrick said.

“But that’s not fair!” Jessica protested. “I gave you the best blowjob you’ve ever had,” she pouted.

“Not the best blowjob. Your mom’s been better lately. Anyway, life’s not about being fair. It’s about doing what needs to be done, and it’s up to you whether you’re going to be a slut or a good girl,” he assured his daughter. “You make a great slut, but I want you to make something of yourself, not end up working full time as a whore in some seedy neighborhood. And I want you to be famous as an actress, not as the town bike,” he added.

“I can do both,” she assured him confidently.

“Then you’ll join your mother tomorrow. But take the time to think about it first, okay honey?” His voice had softened to the point I could tell her was using his ‘life lesson’ tone. “I do know what is best for you. I want you to reflect and not decide right now. I also need time to think about exactly what the new rules will be for your mom and that’s why you’ll have to wait for tomorrow. I can promise you this though, if you choose to join her then you will have the same rules she does.”

“I don’t need to wait, Dad. I know what I want, and I’m with mom. Whatever rules you make. All you’re doing is putting it off,” she told her father. I was shocked that my daughter would join me in solidarity without knowing the new rules. I was frightened of the unknown and wanted to know what Kendrick had in mind right then.

He insisted on making us wait and that was going to drive me crazy with indecision and worry. I was with Jessica. I didn’t want to wait a day either.

“Let me put it another way, Jessica. I’m not asking you to decide by tomorrow. I’m telling you that you’ll talk to your sister and brothers tomorrow at the same time your mom does. I’m giving you a day to decide WHAT you say to them. Tomorrow your mom is going to announce that she’s here to serve your sister and brothers in any way they want, with few limitations,” he insisted.

“Serve?” Jessica looked doubly confused.

“Your mom is going to be OUR do-bitch. She is going to selflessly provide service and entertainment to the family. I obviously haven’t worked out the new rules yet and if you keep asking you are going to regret it. You will NOT agree to anything until you know at least some of what you’re agreeing to. That’s part of learning maturity. I can tell you it will be strict domestic discipline for her. If that is something you want as well, it will be delivered.”

“So why not ask me now?” She argued. My daughter had made up her mind and waiting seemed like a waste of time to her.

“When you get Christmas presents for us, why don’t you just give them out and let us enjoy them from the day you bring them home?” He asked in that same tone. “Is there any point in waiting for Christmas morning?” He prompted.

“That’s different. That’s Christmas,” she replied.

My daughter was casually kneeling topless in front of her father having the most surreal conversation of her life. She had just licked her lips and dabbed them with her finger as if savoring the last drop of cum from her father’s prick.

“No, it’s not different, because I say it’s not and I’m the one in charge, not you. So, I’ll put it this way then. I said you’d regret pushing me, Jessica. Now you have till tomorrow to decide on a gift for each of us. You won’t spend money on these gifts. You’ll decide what you think each member of the family most wants and you’ll give it to them and explain why you’re doing it. I’m going to make those decisions for your mother, but you’ve just earned the right to choose for yourself.”

“Like what?” Jessica asked suspiciously. She was normally happy-go-lucky about details but I could tell now she was really curious and intrigued.

A punishment where she got to choose seemed counterintuitive to me. Still, she was oblivious to what she was doing, pushing the issue with her father. I was scared shitless and didn’t talk. She could have taken her cues from me but she didn’t. Maybe this would teach her to keep her mouth shut?

Kenrick was undaunted. “I know for instance that Christian complains about you hogging the bathroom all the time. You could tell him you’ll start using the bathroom downstairs from now on. Kristina likes your phone, so you might offer to switch with her. But you will explain why YOU made that decision.”