
takingyourwifesisterdaughtermom:
Your neighbour put his pants back on and patted your head on his way out..
âThanks for letting me use your daughter cuck.. She has a tight little cunt just like your wife!â
It was your fault. All your fault.
âWhat, are you hoping to get on Teen Mom?â you had snidely remarked to your sweet daughter when she proudly showed off the new bellybutton piercing. Her shirt was lifted up to display the dangling black gem on her smooth stomach. Her impressive breasts peaked dangerously below the uplifted fabric. Sheâd just gotten the piercing at the mall with your wife. You instantly regretted your words but it was too late to take it back. Her glowing face fell into dismay and then lit up with rage
âFuck you! Fuck you, Dad! Mom says men like like a little jewelry in cute, unexpected places. I thought youâd like it. But instead you act like this. I guess sheâs right. I defended you, you know?! God, I really did. But no, I guess sheâs right; youâre not a real man!â
âI didnât mean- It came out wrong, I just-â you fumbled out.
It wasnât about her. You were so stressed since her mom got angry at you and had been giving you the cold shoulder for months since.Â
âThatâs not even an apology! You really are a fucking sissy! Mommy told me.â
Things had looked up when your wife started making lunch dates with you. Reconciliation seemed possible, inevitable even. …That was before this asshole at your work – Davide – started flirting blatantly with her whenever she came by. Before she started flirting back…With this jerk, the one who had beat you out for the promotion. The one who your wife had complained about for months after he came onto her at a staff holiday party and groped her ass. Yet now she couldnât get enough of this sexist womanizer and his domineering attitude.Â
âIâm sorry! Shit. Your words hurt, too, you know?â you responded, tearing up a little. You couldnât believe your wife had said these things to her daughter.
âOh, poor baby. Babyâs little fee-fees are hurt are they? God. Youâre such a crybaby. Of course a wimp like you would slut-shame your daughter. You have no power anymore so you lash out. Mom told me she stopped fucking you months ago, Daddy.â
Their flirtations had started eating into more and more of your lunch âdatesâ. Eventually you didnât have time to go out so she brought in lunches. Heâd asked where his was and she offered him half her sandwich and half of yours. âA big strong man like you needs more,â sheâd cooed. From then on she brought three lunches. One day she brought a meal she knew you were allergic to. âI know, Sweetie, but itâs his favorite and I never get to have it either. You can go out, right?â
âShe told you that?â You were really tearing up now.
âYeah, you pathetic baby! Maybe I am a slut but at least I can get some.â
Youâd gone out for lunch, a feeling of dread in the pit of your stomach. When you came back you found them still in the break-room. She had her legs draped over his lap and was spooning the last bits of the meal into his mouth. She popped the same spoon into her mouth, savoring the dregs and saliva heâd left behind and emitting a satisfied little moan.
âI didnât mean it! Iâm sorry! Iâm just stressed because of Mom. Youâre not a slut, Sweetie.â
âToo little, too late, you worm! Iâm proud to be a slut! I want to be one. Just like Mommy!â
âDavideâs invited us to his place for drinks and games. Isnât that nice, my darling husband?â You could hear cruel irony in the way she said âdarling husbandâ but what could you do? The party was a small gathering of adult friends, both from work and outside. You all got drunk. Somehow they all seemed to be funneling the most drinks into you, though. And you could swear Davideâs manager, your âbig bossâ, purposefully held you up when Davide asked your wife to help him with something in the kitchen. You were almost too drunk to tell, but you were pretty sure the kitchen wasnât upstairs…
You woke with a start, still in your rivalâs living room, early morning sun streaming through blinds. Your wife was nowhere to be seen. Heard, though, definitely. Youâd recognize those cries of ecstasy from anywhere. She used to make them with you. Used to. Half an hour later she emerged from upstairs, dressed only in the classic over-sized menâs button up shirt. It wasnât yours.
âDavide and I decided it was best to let you sleep it off, darling hubby. There wasnât much more room on the couch so he let me sleep in his bed. Such a nice man. I donât know why I used to complain about him so much. Guess I was just being a cranky bitch from lack of sex, yâknow? Hehehe. Of course you know. Now make us all some breakfast will you? The kitchenâs right down the hall.â Order issued, she she re-ascended the stairs. Soon you heard more loud thumping and cries, while you prepared coffee and eggs for three.
âMommy told me sheâs been cheating on you! What did she call it? Cuck-colding? I felt so bad for you. I yelled at her. Itâs not right, I screamed. Heâs a good man. Daddyâs even kinda hot, I said. She just laughed. I was furious, you know? If she wouldnât show you affection, I would, I thought. What a silly bitch I was. Iâll have to apologize. Now I can see what she sees in you. I tried to show my body off to you. I offered up a peak of what I wanted to give you. And what do I get? Ridiculed by a pathetic, insecure cuck-cold.â
âBaby. No. Iâm sorry. But you canât talk like that. I mean, Iâm flattered. Itâs been so long since anyone wanted me. Especially someone so young and beautiful. Um. But no, itâs wrong.â
âGod, you disgusting wimp! Youâre not worthy of this. Thatâs why itâs wrong. You deserve nothing but humiliation. I need a real man to begin my slut journey with.â
âDarling, no, donât say that. Your Mom is just angry and sheâs…experimenting. Weâll work through it one way or another. But donât think you need to offer up your body because of what happened. Youâre a good girl.â
âHehehehe. Good girls honor and obey their fathers. And I would have, believe me. Iâm a very, very good girl. But youâre a worthless Daddy. This good girl needs to find a real Daddy to honor and obey. Mmmm. Iâm going to take what you could have had and make you suffer with it. Iâm going to walk around in the sluttiest outfits and never let you touch me, you maggot. Iâm going to setup shop right here in your house and march a line of men between my legs. And youâll be too pathetic to stop me, wonât you, Daddy? Mmmm, god, itâs delicious.â
You were too overwhelmed. You realized she was totally right. You were a spineless cuckold. You hung your head.
âYou wonât dare tell Mommy, either, will you? No, youâre too ashamed. I think I want to keep my slut mission from her for a bit. I want to follow in her footsteps and then some. I want to become a better whore than she ever could be. Hmmm…yes! I have a wonderful idea. You know Davide moved to a condo just a few blocks away? Mom confided to me that he wanted to be closer so he could have her pussy whenever he wanted.â
âNo…âÂ
âOh yes, Daddy. And if he likes that old thing…well, just think what our new neighbor will think of a factory fresh model? And maybe Iâll let him raw me, too. I am bound for Teen Mom, after all, isnât that right?â
âNo, please!â
âYes! Hehehe, yes! Text him. Tell him Mommy wants to see him. Tell him sheâs tired of these games and asked you to have him come over for a booty call. So humiliating! Heâll love it.â
You start crying. But for some reason you find yourself pulling out your phone and complying.
âGood boy. I think we just found a new Daddy for me.â