Chapter 51

I wanted to have some alone time with Mindy to talk with her about some things that had been bothering me in my otherwise amazing new life.

I thought, I can’t believe I just fucked another woman! Worse, it was probably the most amazing fuck of my life! All this “cock slave” playing around is fun, in the heat of the moment, but what about the rest of the time? I really need to check it with the “Mrs.” and make sure she’s okay with everything. Although I’ll bet she’s over the moon, but it’s good to check anyway. Besides, the girls need to get some grip on reality before they fall too far into their “cock slave” way of thinking, and I need Min’s help with that.

Unfortunately, there was no time for us to be alone. There already was a plan in motion to have Sue Ellen stay over for dinner so we could all get to know her better. Furthermore, Sue Ellen pointed out that it was unclear when she’d see me again due to her working hours, and she basically wanted to spend every second near me, preferably within close range of my crotch, while she was here.

That girl is just as sex-mad as my two daughters are! Hell, from the way she’s been looking between my legs, you’d think she wants to go on a diet that consists of nothing more than my cock, balls, and cum. And I can’t say I’d be entirely opposed to that. I’m so bad lately.

Happily, there’s no need for me to always be stern and dominating around her anymore, now that we’ve shared that explosive experience. Well ... at least no need until we had the next one like it. I know how to get her all worked up and I definitely plan to use that in the future. I don’t care if she sees us with our hair let down a little, and frankly I’m glad to see her that way too. I want to get to know her as a person and not just as a fanatically devoted cock slave.

My day had been so full of activity that I was surprised to find the sun was still fairly high in the sky, as it was only five o’clock (I love those extra long summer days). That meant we had a good deal of time before dinner.

So I took a shower to clean off - with Sue Ellen. I figured, What the hell? If everyone keeps calling me “master” I might as well start acting like one. Hell, I could shower with all three girls at once, and I have no doubt I’ll be doing that soon. But Sue Ellen deserves a special reward after being so great.

Not surprisingly, she was ecstatic when I asked her to join me for a shower. She even told me “it would be an honor.”

Funnily enough, Mindy asked me to “be a dear” and take Sue Ellen into the shower with me, not realizing that I’d already asked her to do just that.

Our shower was rather mellow, because we were both tired out from the epic fucking. It was cozy and intimate, like we were two brand new lovers who simply couldn’t stop touching each other, even when we were dog tired.

Naturally, I soaped her up and she soaped me up. It was a good opportunity to get familiar with every last inch of her.

Again, I was nearly in awe at the fitness of her body, and I asked her how she got that way. I wasn’t surprised to find out that she was heavily into running, biking, swimming, volleyball, AND several sports on top of that. In fact, she also was able to pay for college due to an athletic scholarship.

All the while we were showering, I kept thinking about my wife. As I ran my hands over Sue Ellen’s slippery, soapy ass, I thought, First, Min allows me to fuck Sue Ellen in the middle of the living room, and even cheers me on while our naked daughters watch! Then, thinking I was going to go shower by myself, Min insisted that Sue Ellen join me. She even said it was wrong for me to shower by myself from now on! Talk about a great wife!

Sue Ellen didn’t manage to get my dick hard in the shower, although it certainly wasn’t for a lack of trying! I was simply too worn out. Still, we had great fun “cleaning” each other and making out.

As the shower neared its end, Sue Ellen dropped to her knees in front of me. “Master, may I please service you?”

“First of all, I already told you there’s no way my penis is gonna revive soon. And secondly, I’m not your master yet. You’re not allowed to use that word.”

“Sorry. But I can’t help it!” She brought her face to my penis and just lovingly nuzzled against it, since it was still flaccid. “Whenever I think of you now, that’s the first word that comes to mind. You’re not even ‘Dan’ to me anymore. You’re just... ‘Master!’” She gushed this like I was her first love, and maybe her last and only love too.

Then she added, “You’ve made me so very happy. Happy as a clam at high tide!”

“What?”

Realizing what she’d said, she exclaimed, “Sorry, I’m from the South. I’ve been living here for a long time, and I try to hide my accent and my slang, but when I get all excited it kind of comes out.”

As she continued to nuzzle her cheek up against my flaccid dick, I said, “Well, don’t try to hide that so much. I love your accent, and I like your expressions. I have no idea why a clam at high time would be so happy, but it sounds good.”

“Thanks! You’re so great. Everybody here, in fact, is totally great. This whole house has it going on!”

Her nuzzling of my penis was already starting to turn into licking. That sounded great in theory, but the fact was, I just couldn’t take it. I’m sorry, but I’m not a teenager anymore! In fact, my penis was actually hurting a bit from overuse.

However, I didn’t want to ruin Sue Ellen’s apparent image of me as some kind of sexual superstud. So I said, “I’ve had plenty of that already. Let me do you.” Then I dropped to my knees so I could eat her out.

She protested heartily against this, saying things like, “Masters don’t do that for their slaves! It’s just not done!”

However, I silenced her by saying, “If I’m your master, I get to do whatever I want with you, right? And I want to do this.”

She made some further mumblings about how she wouldn’t enjoy it, but she dutifully stood up and let me bring my face between her strong thighs.

Although she might have tried not to enjoy it, seeing it as a perversion of proper master-slave behavior, her body betrayed her. Soon enough, she was screaming like a banshee and begging for mercy as a nice orgasm ripped through her.

Ah, I love taking a nice shower! It feels good to make her feel good. She’s so kind and adorable. She deserves it.

Returning back to the group downstairs, there was some arguing back and forth about what to wear. Basically, the three girls all wanted to stay naked, and I wanted them clothed. (Again, my penis can only take so much!) We compromised, and the girls wore bikinis while my wife and I got fully dressed.

The girls then made a big show of being scandalized over wearing bikinis, since apparently they covered up too much! Sue Ellen fit right in, like the three of them had been a cock teasing team for a long time.

It was beginning to dawn on me that my penis was going to be in for a seriously exhausting sexual workout for a long time to come. I can’t even begin to tell you how boner-inducing all three of them looked, even in bikinis. But after quelling that mutiny of sorts, our group moved into the computer room to look at the pictures Sue Ellen had sent us, as well as the newly recorded video we’d just made of me fucking her.

I was the only one who hadn’t already seen the pictures taken in Mama Mia’s. So while I was admiring them, Mindy went to get the video camera and showed Sue Ellen some of the neat features it had. Downloading the video of the nuclear fuck we’d just finished, Mindy showed Sue Ellen how to use computer software to isolate individual frames and save them as snapshots.

Sue Ellen was over the moon, and she and the girls got so engrossed in that, and in watching the video in general, that I finally saw my chance to sneak off with Mindy and talk to her, one on one.

So that’s what we did. We went to the back deck, way out past the pool, which always was a good spot for privacy. Plus, if we stayed there for a while, we were likely to enjoy a nice sunset over the ocean.

Ironically, after my insistence about wearing clothes, the two of us stripped all of our clothes off without saying a word and then cuddled up together naked. We both wanted to cuddle and we knew from long experience that no neighbor would ever be able to see us there.

My wife was very horny, although she realized that I was in recovery mode and so she tried her best not to go wild all over me. Still, she was almost too excited to simply cuddle. She marveled, “Honey, did you see the way Sue Ellen and Michelle were kissing and fondling each other when we left?”

“It was kind of hard to miss,” I replied, as calmly as I could. In truth, that was a major reason why I’d moved to the backyard. The three girls were getting so excited about the pictures that they had stated rubbing themselves all over me and each other, and starting to French kiss each other too. I was half-convinced that some kind of lesbian orgy would break out soon after we left.

Mindy enthused, “She’s so HOT! I dare say she’s as sexy as Ruby and Michelle, in her own way. Fuck me! Her tits aren’t as big as theirs, but what an ass! She might even have the very best ass in your harem, not counting mine of course.” She laughed. “And did you check out her legs?!”

“Um, yeah.” I thought back to how my face was squeezed between Sue Ellen’s powerful thighs not that many minutes earlier, lapping away at her musky slit. Mindy didn’t know about that yet and I was trying not to mention such details at the moment to prevent her from getting even more worked up. But that seemed to be a losing battle in any case.

Besides, it seemed she didn’t need any encouragement. “I’m totally over the moon about how well she’s working out, and fitting in. Or, I should say how well you’re fitting into her, my horse-cocked hubby! Tell me: was her cunt tight? Was it nice and tight and oh-so-fuckable?”

“Oh God! Yes!” Perhaps I should have said “Not as tight as yours, Sweetheart,” but I wasn’t thinking.

I needn’t have worried about her being offended. She gushed, “Mmmm! I’ll bet! Especially with the hard body she’s got. I hope it’s really fucking TIGHT and HOT, so you’ll fuck her over and over again! And I’ll bet the three of them have their bikinis off by now. Can you just picture what the three of them must be doing to each other?”

“Um, I can.”

“Gaawwwd! And she’s such a great cocksucker! Probably not as talented as the rest of us, since I haven’t had a chance yet to teach her all the little tricks I’ve learned about what you love best. But I will. She makes up for it though with her determination and passion! Your daughters are going to have to step up their efforts! And just think when the three of them will lick and suck you together. Which probably will be a daily occurrence, if I have anything to say about it. Mmmm ... I can already picture the three of them kneeling naked between your legs, jostling for position...”

I frantically tried to change the subject, before my dick simply fell off from over-stimulation. “Speaking about nudity...”

I launched into a discussion about breast sag issues. I pointed out that sag could become a problem if we suddenly started living as nudists, or near-nudists. Acknowledging Michelle’s uniquely gravity-defying attributes, I said that I had no interest in seeing Michelle’s magnificent monsters slipping down her front until they reached her belly button.

Mindy teased that I should just “hold them all day long to help keep them gravity free.” But then she grew serious (briefly!) and pointed out to me that she and the girls were going to start wearing special bras at night that provided support from the underside, but still left most of the “goodies free to play with,” as she put it. She said she would end up wearing a bra just as many hours as before that way. Much more than before, actually, since she was still going to wear a bra at work.

That sounded good for Mindy, and I supposed it would suffice for the likes of Ruby and Sue Ellen too, but what about Michelle? Her jutting torpedoes were unique and remarkable, but how long could they defy gravity on their own, without much support? I made a mental note to think up solutions and have a talk with Michelle about it later. Since she was always going on about how she wanted to “submit” to me and so on, perhaps I could leverage that somehow so as to keep her in heavy-duty bras whenever I wasn’t playing with her tits.

So, with that issue taken care of for now, I brought up my main concern. “Sweetheart, I love you so much, and you know I love everything that’s happened lately. You’ve made me the luckiest husband in the world. I know a lot of husbands say that, but I think I can actually make the claim for that really being true!”

She smiled at that, before starting to lick and kiss her way around my neck and jawline. She was still hot to trot, and barely managing to restrain herself from doing more.

“But still, I’m bothered by the vast scale of the conspiracy you plotted against me. I mean, you got more than a little carried away! You could have just kind of nudged the girls along, and we would have pretty much ended up where we are now. You didn’t have to secretly meet with them for three solid months! Speaking of which, I can’t even figure out where and when you had all those sex training classes with them. Am I missing something?”

She sheepishly confessed, “Remember that big work project that had me staying late for quite a few weeks there? Well guess what? There was no such project. I’d go over to the McGrath house and spend an hour or two up in Ruby’s room, showing her and Michelle all my secrets.”

“You see? That’s exactly the kind of thing I’m talking about. You went too far. You know how jealous I get about the thought of you having an affair. Talk about eroding my trust in you on that!”

“I know. I’m sorry. I’ve been trying to make it up to you by throwing even more pussy your way.”

“Now, that’s not really true, is it? You’d be doing that anyway. You just can’t get enough! You’d be happy to see me fuck an entire female volleyball team!”

She joked, “Volleyball team? Yes. Water polo team? Certainly. Soccer team? Not so much. Lacrosse team? I’m kind of iffy. They’ve got some real lookers, but some dogs too. Maybe you should work your way through all the female varsity players before you settle on your favorite sport.”

She rubbed her hands together in her usual mad scientist routine. “Yes, it’s all coming together now! What a great idea. I’ll have to tell the Gruesome Twosome. Bwa-ha-ha-ha!”

I realized that I almost couldn’t tell if she was joking. If not for the “bwa-ha-ha-ha,” it sounded just like something Mindy might actually approve of! “Ha-ha. Very funny, zis Amerikanski humor. Ve bomb now.”

My wife just chuckled and snuggled in closer to kiss my chest.

I said, “Look, love, my point is, we can’t have any of that kind of scheming around in the future, okay? Our marriage is going to be under a lot of unusual strain over these next few months if we keep going with these ‘cock slave’ and ‘harem’ ideas, and you and I are going to have to pull together and strengthen our marriage bond even more than before. We don’t have room for that kind of ‘sneaking around’ Mickey Mouse stuff, okay? We need trust and honesty.”

Feeling chastened, she replied, “You’re right. I’m sorry, Honey.”

“In the ‘coming clean with complete honesty’ department, then, tell me about how Ruby and Shelle have peeked into our bedroom and watched us making love. With you talking about sex with them for so many hours, I can only assume you found out about that.”

Mindy sighed and adjusted her position slightly, so she could look up at the darkening sky while holding my arms around her.

“Yes I did, and it’s just like their lesbian love-making - I only found out very recently. It’s true that there was a hole for them to peek in, but I don’t think it’s as bad as you fear. You see, the hole led from our master bathroom through our big closet into our bedroom. The thing is, the conditions had to be just right for them to use it. The bathroom door had to be closed, so they wouldn’t be seen sneaking in and out of the bathroom door that leads to it directly from the hallway, and the closet door had to be left open, so they’d be able to see something. Since you generally leave the bathroom door open and the closet door closed, and I do the same, it was a rare night when the stars aligned and they could look in.”

“Well, that doesn’t make me feel a whole lot better, actually. It’s somewhat like if you told me you’d been cheating on me for three years, but you didn’t do it very often.”

I felt her squirm uncomfortably in my embrace. “Yeah, well, I was miffed too! I’m all for this voyeuristic stuff, as you’re finding out, but consent is key. I didn’t like being watched like that without my knowledge, or yours. They didn’t willingly tell me about it either, actually, but I slowly figured it out when I was teaching them about sex and they kept dropping hints about knowing sexual things that they could only know from having watched us go at it. And the two of them are so sexually excited and adventurous, they didn’t seem to even understand that what they did was wrong - just playful. When I finally got them to confess, several weeks ago, they were surprised when I went and filled up the hole. I can show you what remains of it later, if you’re curious.”

“Sure. I am curious. And I’m glad you covered it up, at least. How did the peephole get there in the first place?”

“That was the work of our chief Hellion troublemaker, from what I understand. Michelle used your power drill. It’s covered up brilliantly when it’s not in use, by the way. It’s behind a picture frame, but you wouldn’t even notice if you took the picture frame off. She used some wood stain to make it look like a natural knot hole in the paneling.”

“Damn. She’s sneaky. How long do you think that hole has been there?”

“They confessed to putting it in two years ago. I don’t know how many times they were able to use it, but when they did, they certainly had a great view! I gather that when they really wanted to see us, they’d sneak in earlier in the evening and open the closet door. If they got lucky and it stayed open, then one of them would come up with some excuse to use our bathroom instead of the one next to Michelle’s room, and that would give them the cover to close the bathroom door. Sneaky!”

I thought back to what I’d found out about how they let their friends peek in. Having other girls over using the hall bathroom would have given them a perfect excuse for needing to use our bathroom. It figures they would have especially tried their tricks to put the doors in position on the nights their friends slept over. Or nooners! How many times did I had sex with Mindy on the weekend in the middle of the day while the Gruesome Twosome had some friends over?! A lot! I feel violated.

I said, “You say two years ago, huh? It seems to me that a lot of things started to happen two years ago. Isn’t that when you said that woman, what was her name? DL? Isn’t that when she started e-mailing you out of the blue with erotic stories?”

“It was, now that you mention it.” Her randy mood was quickly dissipating.

“Some unknown person tried to send me some erotic stories too around that time, but I kept deleting them and eventually they gave up. You know what I think? I think that was Michelle and Ruby!”

She frowned, with narrowed eyes. “You think? ... Now that you mention it, that would make sense. They basically were trying to indoctrinate us, to shape our fantasies, by feeding us certain stories!” She shook her fist angrily, which did wonders to her jiggling bare breasts. “Arrrggh! I feel used!”

“Welcome to the club. Even though it worked out in the end, it’s pretty aggravating, isn’t it?”

“Yeah!”

“Now you know how I feel about you conspiring behind my back, even if it was for a ‘good cause’ and all that.”

“Awww. I do. I’m sorry, Honey.” She turned over again and hugged me tightly.

It wasn’t meant to be a sexual hug, but both of us were naked, so I had to will myself not to get aroused. I complained, “Those girls! They seem to take ‘Satan’s Hell Spawn’ as a job title they’re striving to maintain. So willful and spoiled! How are we ever going to control them? Especially Michelle. You know Ruby would never have done most of that stuff on her own.”

“Don’t worry, that’s taken care of,” my wife responded confidently, while still hugging me tightly and rubbing her hard nipples against my chest. “Or rather, the King will take care of that. Trust me on this one. Did you see how obedient Sue Ellen is towards you now?”

I chuckled. “Um, that’s kind of hard not to notice.”

“Yeah, well, that’s how Michelle and Ruby are starting to get, maybe even more so. Being sex slaves - specifically YOUR sex slaves - has been their fantasy for years. The King will fix everything.”

“So you’re saying we can use my dick as a parental tool? ‘If you don’t do your chores today, no cock for you tomorrow.’ That kind of thing.”

She laughed. “‘Parental tool!’ What a perfect choice of words! Yes, I want you to use your ‘tool’ on her. Don’t spare the rod. The more often, the better. Whip her into line with it! Oooh! I like the sound of that, and the mental image too!” She laughed some more.

I have to admit that I kind of liked that too, even though it was wrong, so terribly, morally wrong. That’s not how a normal father should discipline his daughters, by depriving them of sexual contact with his genitals. But all I had to do was think of Michelle and Ruby kneeling side by side on their knees between my legs, their huge tits wobbling back and forth, their tongues snaking out eagerly towards my erection, and my moral reservations crumbled.

Mindy continued, “But seriously, it really is changing things. Previously, we truly didn’t have anything to hold over her. Ever since you stopped spanking her, there really hasn’t been any method of discipline she would consistently respond to. But now, she’s naked and on her knees, and you’re holding your big fat cock over her!” She laughed. Obviously, the same kind of visual images that aroused me aroused her as well.