StacySteam
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“Best. Wife. Ever.” My husband Alvin groaned as he came in my mouth.
I drank each drop so the linens wouldn’t stain.
“Your deep throat skills are ... damn, Stacy.”
I didn’t have the heart to tell him I wasn’t deep throating him at all. I was swallowing his whole penis, yes. He just didn’t reach my throat.
Which I appreciated. Gagging is unladylike.
He was so conveniently sized that I never even needed foreplay. He just pulled my panties down, gave me a few pumps, and deposited his semen. Quick and easy. I never even had to put my book down.
I kissed his penis. “Good boy.”
Banging on our bedroom door: “Mom, where’s my skirt?! You took it!”
Our daughter Natalie was a handful. A bundle of energy and nerves. She was smart, but she needed to concentrate on her schoolwork so she could graduate this year.
“Mom, I need—oh my god!” Natalie opened our door and buried her eyes in her hands.
I don’t think she saw anything. Both Alvin and I were wearing pyjamas. His penis was out, but after cumming it shrank to almost an innie. All she could’ve seen was my head beside his crotch.
I got up and hugged Natalie. “It’s okay, honey. You didn’t see anything, did you?”
“Where’s my skirt? You need to respect my stuff, Mom.”
“You don’t mean this, do you, honey?” I picked a tiny red garment off the dresser. “I found this in the laundry, but it’s too tiny to be a skirt. Maybe panties.”
“Give it back!” She snatched it from my hand.
“Natalie, are you sure you want to wear that in public? It’s so ... revealing.”
“God, you’re so old.”
“Stacy, honey.” Alvin kissed the top of my head. “Natalie’s a good girl. If she wants to wear it, I’m sure she knows what she’s doing.”
Natalie stormed off.
“Of all people, Alvin. Of all people.” I was miffed. “You’re a teacher there. You see these girls every day. Have you ever seen a good girl wear a skirt that tiny? Or is it just the whores?”
He hung his head. He knew I was right, but Natalie was the head of the house. She was too insolent for me to handle alone and Alvin, well, no one could accuse him of being assertive.
My husband and daughter left for school together, Alvin to teach chemistry and Natalie to distract boys from learning chemistry. I was concerned her short red skirt might reveal her panties until I realized she wasn’t wearing any.
A few minutes after they left, the doorbell rang.
Who would come here so early?
I looked through the door’s peephole and saw a tall black man, so I didn’t open it. Instead, I called out, “Who is it?”
“Booker Jefferson.” Even through the door, his voice boomed. “I’m the principal over at the high school.”
The principal? I didn’t know if he was here about Natalie or Alvin, but either way, it couldn’t be good. I opened the door.
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I’m hoping to steer this story towards cuckolding, with you slowly turning this sweet, innocent wife into a big cock whore. Along the way, you’re welcome to force me, blackmail me, humiliate my husband, and corrupt my daughter.
I drank each drop so the linens wouldn’t stain.
“Your deep throat skills are ... damn, Stacy.”
I didn’t have the heart to tell him I wasn’t deep throating him at all. I was swallowing his whole penis, yes. He just didn’t reach my throat.
Which I appreciated. Gagging is unladylike.
He was so conveniently sized that I never even needed foreplay. He just pulled my panties down, gave me a few pumps, and deposited his semen. Quick and easy. I never even had to put my book down.
I kissed his penis. “Good boy.”
Banging on our bedroom door: “Mom, where’s my skirt?! You took it!”
Our daughter Natalie was a handful. A bundle of energy and nerves. She was smart, but she needed to concentrate on her schoolwork so she could graduate this year.
“Mom, I need—oh my god!” Natalie opened our door and buried her eyes in her hands.
I don’t think she saw anything. Both Alvin and I were wearing pyjamas. His penis was out, but after cumming it shrank to almost an innie. All she could’ve seen was my head beside his crotch.
I got up and hugged Natalie. “It’s okay, honey. You didn’t see anything, did you?”
“Where’s my skirt? You need to respect my stuff, Mom.”
“You don’t mean this, do you, honey?” I picked a tiny red garment off the dresser. “I found this in the laundry, but it’s too tiny to be a skirt. Maybe panties.”
“Give it back!” She snatched it from my hand.
“Natalie, are you sure you want to wear that in public? It’s so ... revealing.”
“God, you’re so old.”
“Stacy, honey.” Alvin kissed the top of my head. “Natalie’s a good girl. If she wants to wear it, I’m sure she knows what she’s doing.”
Natalie stormed off.
“Of all people, Alvin. Of all people.” I was miffed. “You’re a teacher there. You see these girls every day. Have you ever seen a good girl wear a skirt that tiny? Or is it just the whores?”
He hung his head. He knew I was right, but Natalie was the head of the house. She was too insolent for me to handle alone and Alvin, well, no one could accuse him of being assertive.
My husband and daughter left for school together, Alvin to teach chemistry and Natalie to distract boys from learning chemistry. I was concerned her short red skirt might reveal her panties until I realized she wasn’t wearing any.
A few minutes after they left, the doorbell rang.
Who would come here so early?
I looked through the door’s peephole and saw a tall black man, so I didn’t open it. Instead, I called out, “Who is it?”
“Booker Jefferson.” Even through the door, his voice boomed. “I’m the principal over at the high school.”
The principal? I didn’t know if he was here about Natalie or Alvin, but either way, it couldn’t be good. I opened the door.
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I’m hoping to steer this story towards cuckolding, with you slowly turning this sweet, innocent wife into a big cock whore. Along the way, you’re welcome to force me, blackmail me, humiliate my husband, and corrupt my daughter.
