(This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. For fans of my stories, they know what kinds of things to expect. This story deals with similar themes as the stories by wannabeboytoy, seducedHylas, and Dark Betrayal, namely cheating, betrayal, and heartbreak. If stuff like that isn't your cup of tea, then you probably shouldn't bother reading it. I do not condone any of these actions in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy.)

(Additional note for this series: EACH CHAPTER IN THIS SERIES CAN BE READ ON ITS OWN. Each chapter is self-contained, but if you do read the whole thing, some of the specific details will become clearer and more fleshed-out. Enjoy)

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(Chapter 2)

Dale Calvorson watched as two cars filled with the entire Calvorson clan headed off to the Church for Christmas Eve services. The 40-year-old was the middle child of Polly Calvorson, her oldest son, and he was the only person in the family left behind.

And he wouldn't have it any other way.

Not that he was fundamentally offended by the Church, or anything like that. He just didn't have time for it. He was a logical, tactile man, far more comfortable with the here and now, not some metaphysical concepts on the nature of existence.

He preferred working with his hands, as evidenced by his occupation of a contractor. He took great joy out of simple things like home repair. His own house was reasonably humble, but he knew it so well that he had everything running like clockwork. If even the slightest thing went wrong, he knew exactly what was required to repair it.

Even though he was now just over the hill, his active lifestyle kept him in good shape. He was well-built, without really trying. Clean living had served him well, even though he liked some good hearty whiskey and a big, juicy steak now and then, giving him something closer to what the kids call a 'Dad-bod' than one of a fitness freak. He was pretty tall, about six foot four. That, combined with his slightly gruff demeanor, made him intimidating to people who didn't know him. He had short brown hair, and a closely shorn beard, speckled with spots of gray.

He'd lived in Deerburg all his life, and him and his wife and daughter lived on the other side of town. Even though his mom was not far away, he didn't come visit as often as he should. He saw his mother plenty enough, but he wasn't exactly making surprise trips over to the home he was raised in. And that was part of the reason why he hung back while the rest of the family went out for the early parts of the day. His mom had given him a list of issues around the house that had kinda piled up since his last visit, and with the family out of the way, it was his mission to get as much fixed up as he could.

Luckily, he had plenty of time to work. After church, most of the family were heading downtown to the Christmas parade, another event Dale had no time for anymore. He liked that kind of stuff as a kid, but he'd seen it all before. He wasn't exactly dripping with Christmas spirit either. He liked Christmas as a kid, and some of his best memories as a father was the joy on his daughter's face on Christmas morning when she was a little girl. But he was the kind of guy who didn't have a huge interest in tons of material things, and he was one of those guys who would gladly opt for maybe one or two gifts max. But his whole family would rebel at such a thought.

His relationship with money was far different than everyone else in his family. There was one point when they were younger, when his dad died, and all his family's income was just suddenly gone. And from this singular event, he and his siblings each took very different lessons. His older sister, Penelope, who is a huge bitch, took the lesson that she should seek out wealth from someone else. And she did that, marrying a lawyer, who gave her a life of comfort and opulence. He gave her two children, Connor, her oldest, was 18, and a good kid. But he was a bit spoiled, the type that always seemed to get what he wanted. Her youngest, Billie, was a young one, a middle-schooler, but she was already turning into a younger version of her mother. To Dale, this was a much-deserved fate for Penelope, who again, was a huge bitch, and she would now be inflicted with the same treatment she'd put everyone else through.

His younger brother, Colin, who was 30 years old now, took a different lesson from when their dad died and the family was suddenly short on income. While fundamentally a good guy, he was obsessed by being perceived as wealthy. From an early age he was always trying to wear nice clothes, and drive nice cars, and own nice things, even when he couldn't always afford it. But Dale had to admit, he had some hustle. And despite a lack of any formal training, he'd worked his way into a pretty lucrative sales job, where he thrived. And while he was still a good-hearted man, he never stopped trying to hustle for a bit more. He kept trying to be perceived as rich, even when he actually made good money, to the point where he'd sometimes be seen as phony. He was a passionate guy, and he would go all in on everything. He'd gotten married a few years back, to a truly genuine and kind woman named Juliet, a woman clearly above his level. He was this guy with all this hustle and swagger, and she was this sweetheart of a woman who worked for a non-profit. They seemed like opposites, but she saw the good in him, as did Dale. Yet Colin kept trying to sell past the close, wanting to shower his wife with gifts and all sorts of things, things she didn't need or really want, but things Colin thought she wanted. Maybe deep down, he was worried he'd lose her, and he didn't fully believe that she loved him for who he was, and not just the things he could give her.

Dale took the most practical lesson from that fateful event so many years ago. Instead of marrying into wealth, or acting the part until he got it, Dale put in the work, and learned a lot, and built himself up. He'd turned his small contracting gig into one of the largest contracting companies in the state, making a lot of money for himself. And he was practical, not spending frivolously, investing wisely and living humbly, unlike his siblings. He didn't have the biggest house. He didn't drive the nicest car. But he was the most at peace.

His wife was chosen with this same mindset. Paula wasn't some supermodel. She was a funny, hard working woman, a schoolteacher. And she was one of the few who could really get the normally reserved Dale to open up. A stout woman, not some stick figure that some guys wanted, she could hold her own with things that some women would leave for their husbands. She wasn't afraid to get her hands dirty, shoveling snow in a blizzard, helping him out with fixes around the house, etc. Some guys liked women who dressed nice and looked cute, but for Dale, nothing turned him on more than seeing Paula changing the tire on her car.

She'd also given him a daughter, Tricia. When she was younger, she was the light of his life, a light of pure positivity, making him smile in ways he never had. But not everything was a storybook, and as she got older, she'd had some trouble with other girls in school, and had sort of retreated into her shell. She'd always been a bit shy, and she wasn't the prettiest girl, and she wasn't the skinniest either, so some of the meaner girls really locked in to these things. Dale had hoped going to college and meeting new people would help. But frankly, she'd had a pretty rotten attitude since coming back home. So instead of the Christmas holidays being fun and joyful, it had been slightly awkward.

So, with the entire family out of the house, Dale threw himself into work. He loved repairs and stuff like that, and with this free time he was ready to enjoy the peace and quiet and get some stuff done. Before the family left, he'd helped his mother, Polly, with the turkey. As he took care of some of the smaller home projects she'd asked him to look in to, he would check in with the kitchen periodically to make sure the house wasn't burning down. Seeing everything going smoothly, he felt free to get right down to business on some of the bigger projects.

Within an hour, he was feeling pretty good about himself. A leaky pipe in the basement repaired. Some busted electrical sockets replaced. A loose floorboard fixed-up. It might sound boring to some, but for him, this was a lot of fun. This is where he got his fulfillment. Dale could handle himself in many vocations, and to him, having to call someone in for repairs always felt like a failure. If he could do it, he would. Why would he pay some repair guy when he could get the job done just as well?

One thing about Dale that even he could admit to was that he was notoriously cheap. Not one to waste money on things the slightest bit frivolous, it was often a point of contention. His siblings and friends would make fun of him for it, and it had caused a few fights in his house. Paula was frugal herself, but sometimes even she prickled at his cheapness. Most of the time, she understood where he was coming from. It was Tricia who complained the most, echoing the same types of argument his brother, Colin, would make. If he had all this money, why not spend it and have a little fun? Tricia would complain about all the other kids having their own cars while Dale drove her to school, and how she never had the nicest clothes and phones, stuff like that. It got so bad that even Dale had to give in slightly, just to ease the tensions around the house. But even when he did get her a cheap, simple start-up car, and allow her some more money for nicer things, it was never enough for her.

Renewing his focus on the work at hand, Dale moved into the laundry room. His mother had mentioned that the washer had a leak, and that the dryer had an unusual clicking noise whenever it ran. Pulling them out away from the wall and opening them up, he got back to work. It didn't take long to find the problems, and as he plugged them both back in and tested them, the washer ran without a leak, and the dryer purred like a kitten. In fact, it began emitting beautiful music, lovely singing voices hitting his ears. Suddenly realizing that this was impossible, that his repair skills weren't quite that good, he turned the dryer off, only to realize that he could still hear the singing voices. Confused, he walked through the house, looking for the source of the noise. Grasping that it was coming from outside, he set down his tools, opened up the front door, and stepped outside.


There stood two young women on the sidewalk in front of the house, singing, smiling at the new presence in front of them. They were young, maybe 19 or 20, and both were quite stunning. On the left was a brunette, slim and well put-together, clad in stylish boots, dark tight denim jeans, and a black stylish pea coat, buttoned up at the front to combat the cold. She was very pretty, with playful hazel eyes and a good tan. Her smooth chestnut hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and on top of her head was a fluffy blue knit cap. Next to her was a blonde. Taller and skinnier than her friend, she was dressed similarly, boots, slim jeans, and a jacket. But her jacket was white instead of black and a bit fluffier, like one she would wear on a ski trip. She had a matching knit cap on her head too, on top of her smooth, silky blonde hair. There was a bit of a sharpness to her beautiful tanned face, with dangerous blue eyes, a thin nose, and lips that formed a natural pout. And her hair had a certain stylish choppiness to it, ending at her shoulders.


It took a few moments before Dale realized these two were carolers, recognizing that they were singing 'O Holy Night.' He'd never encountered actual carolers before, despite it always seeming like a Christmas tradition, so he stood on the patio awkwardly, watching them, not knowing what else to do. Finally, they finished up, and looked up at him.

"Uh... very good, ladies," the older man said with a nod, giving an awkward clap. They smiled at him brightly.

"Thanks!" the brunette said. "That's what a couple years of choir will get you!"

Suddenly, Dale was struck by a feeling of familiarity. Did he know these two? Somehow, he thought he knew these two girls, or had met them before, but he couldn't possibly recall what from. He wasn't exactly interacting with a lot of young woman on a regular basis, so his mind was coming up empty.

"Do you mind if we sing another?" the brunette asked again.

"Uh... I guess..." he replied, not wanting to be impolite. As they began singing 'Joy to the World,' he again tried to place them. Both were young and pretty, and they both had wonderful singing voices, but he couldn't quite shake the feeling that he knew these two in some way. Were they daughters of someone he knew, maybe a coworker or a friend? Did they live by him? Did they work by him? All of these thoughts proved fruitless, as he was no closer to discerning their identities by the time the song ended.

"Do I know you two?" he asked once they finished singing.

"I don't think so..." the brunette said with a little grin, glancing at her friend.

"Definitely not..." the blonde stated coyly.

"Where are you two from?" he asked.

"The church sent us out..." the brunette stated, tugging out her necklace from under her top, exposing the dangling cross at the end of it. The blonde did the same.

"Ah... the big new church, the one with the scoreboard in front?" Dale began, unable to hide his skepticism. "The Church of Light, sponsored by the 'North Pole' corporation, with all those ads and those big donors... that Church?"

"Yeah!" they said in unison with bright, knowing smiles, as if they were in on the joke in some way. As if they shared the same knowledge of the corruption of the Church that he did yet were going along with it anyway. This only made him more confused.

"Do you mind if we sing another song?" the blonde asked.

"Maybe by the end of it, you'll remember how you know us?" the brunette teased.

"Uh... okay," he said again, not knowing what else to say. Glancing at each other, the girls kicked into the chorus of 'Jingle Bells'.

"Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way. Oh! What fun it is to ride a college girl, tonight, Oh!" They sang in unison, and Dale's eyebrow went up at these new lyrics. "Dancing in the snow, with a girl you barely know, for hours we can go, moaning all the way! Yes, yes, yes! Bells on bob tail ring, making spirits bright. Oh what fun it is to ride and drill a screaming slut tonight! Oh! Jingle bells..."

"Wait, wait, wait..." Dale interrupted. "What is this?"

"What?" the brunette asked, playing dumb.

"Is this... a joke or something?" Dale asked gruffly, wondering if they had been twisting the words to these songs the entire time. "Did someone put you up to this?"

"No..." the blonde said, shaking her head while smiling coyly.

"So, the church is okay with you singing that version of the song?" Dale asked.

"Yeah," they said in unison, the blonde nodding.

"You'd be surprised at what our church sanctions now... you should really come by, try it out," the brunette offered.

"Ladies..." he began, stepping towards the edge of the porch, looking down, putting on his best disapproving father look. "What are your names?"

"I'm Lucy," the brunette said, smiling cutely.

"I'm Kenzie," the blonde stated with a small smirk.

"Listen, I don't know what this is, if this is a prank or something, but you two should move on. I've got work to do, and... whatever this is..." he said, waving his hand at them. "... its not for me."

"Okay... well, just pay us for our services, and we'll move on..." Lucy said, holding out her hand.

"Wait... so you come to this house, uninvited, sing some odd version of a Christmas song, and you expect payment for this?" Dale asked, skeptically. The blonde, Kenzie, looked up for a moment, before replying...

"Yes," she said bluntly, nodding, undeterred.

"That's how caroling works..." Lucy said. Even though he was skeptical, he didn't actually know how caroling worked. Was he supposed to pay them? That didn't seem right.

"How about... you let us sing a bit more? Then we can call it square," Lucy offered. Shrugging his shoulders, Dale replied.

"Fine," he allowed, sighing, causing both girls to beam at him. Glancing at each other, they smiled, and then kicked into a new song.

"Oh, the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful, and since we've no place to go, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!" They sang in unison, with bright, seemingly friendly grins on their beautiful faces. But Dale now suspected something suspicious going on here, and he was quickly proven right as they moved into the next verse of the song. "Man, it doesn't show signs of stoppin', and her booty's really poppin'. The lights are turned way down low... make her moan, make her moan, make her moan!" Dale gulped at this, but they didn't stop. "When we finally kiss goodnight, how I'll hate going out in the storm. But my grip on you is so tight... you'll throw your wife out, in the snow! The fire of wedlock is dying, so you're happy to keep good-bye-ing. But as long as you love me more... make me moan, make me moan, make me moan!"

As they finished, they smiled glowingly at the man standing in front of them. It took a lot to stun a man like Dale Calvorson, but he stood silent. These two... these two little minxes were up to something, and he didn't like it. They tried to act all innocent, but their words said otherwise.

As did their actions.

At some point in the song, both of them had opened their coats. Lucy, the brunette, had her dark coat open in front to show off a light red sweater covering what was now revealed to be an impressive chest. Massive and perky, they stood out proud, asking to be noticed. And if that wasn't enough, the cross hanging at the end of her necklace was currently lodged in her cleavage, drawing his gaze despite knowing better. Kenzie, like her friend, had pulled open her coat, despite the cold, showing off the cool green top she had on, the smooth material clinging to her large jugs. She seemed more slim and lithe than her friend, which made her massive boobs even more impressive. And just like Lucy, the cross of her necklace was drawing attention to her succulent cleavage.

Were these two trying to hit on him? They were standing in front of him, smiling and preening, while singing these twisted versions of Christmas songs. Yes. They were hitting on him, and they were doing it so blatantly and openly. He was baffled by it.

Despite being kind of gruff, and him having all these interests that some would find boring, like home repair, and tools, and architecture, he'd carried a certain appeal with women. Women had always been rather flirtatious with him, in a way that often surprised him. Female clients, mostly, and some women he occasionally encountered in his day-to-day life. But he was a very principled guy, and his vows meant something to him, so he never bit on the temptation, even though he could have. And luckily for him, he was in a line of work where he worked mostly with dudes, so he didn't have to deal with this kind of thing too often. And he didn't want to deal with it now.

"You girls need to leave... or I'm calling the cops," Dale said simply, moving to turn away. Was this some grift they did to prank people for their own amusement? Whatever it was, he didn't like it. "This isn't funny."

"What's wrong?" Lucy asked naively, tilting her head.

"Yeah... no one else has had an issue with these songs..." Kenzie added, shrugging her shoulders.

"I somehow doubt that," Dale replied, one hand on the doorknob, ready to head back inside.
"Well..." Lucy began. "What if we did this?" Dale glanced back at the two bright, grinning young women, and what he saw made him stop in his tracks. Both of the young women had reached down to tug their tight tops upward, shamelessly exposing their massive young bare breasts to this older married man.

Dale was stunned. Both of these girls were quite, uh... busty, and that was putting it lightly. Their breasts were huge! Lucy had a pair of two perfectly formed, full, round, perky breasts. They were as big as melons. Her massive, tanned tits jutted out from her fit form, jiggling with every small move she made. Her dark pink nipples were twisted into full hardness from the biting cold breeze, but she didn't care, grinning shamelessly at the married man. Kenzie's tits were just as mammoth as her friends, but they almost stood out more on her, thanks to her slightly more slim, fit form. Her belly was taut and tight, and her chest was nothing but smooth, copious curves. Her smooth, golden tan skin looked absolutely touchable, aching for male contact, and her hard pink nipples were calling to him.


"What do you think, Mr. Calvorson?" Kenzie asked, his stunned mind not registering that she called him by his surname, a name he hadn't given to her.

"Do you like our tits?" Lucy asked. Out here, in the middle of this neighborhood on a bright, shining morning, these girls were flashing him, showcasing their bare breasts for the married man, the crosses dangling between their tits glimmering in the sunlight. These young women, so beautiful, doing this to him, a normal married man. Even though he was dressed warmly for the winter weather, in sturdy jeans, a flannel top, and a thick work coat, he started to sweat. Sure, he'd been hit on before, but never this boldly. Never this shamelessly. All those other women stopped when he didn't bite at their light flirting, but these girls pushed even harder. He stared despite himself for a few moments, before they, in unison, tugged their tops down, covering themselves back up.

"Judging by your silence, I think you do," Kenzie said, smirking.

"You're a big fan!" Lucy gushed. "Probably as much of a fan of our tits as you are of our singing!"

"What is this?" he asked. Who were these girls? Why were they doing this? And why was he still standing there? The girls glanced at each other before kicking into one more song.

"Santa baby, slip a present under the tree, for me," Lucy began, sauntering up the sidewalk towards him. "I've been a really bad girl, Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight!"

"Santa baby," Kenzie interjected, following her friend, beginning her own verse. "Some bras and thongs and dirty things too, light blue," she sang, digging into her pants and pulling up the tiny strap of her thong, light blue, just like the song. "I'll wait up for you, babe. Santa baby, I want to feel you IN me tonight."

"Think of all the fun you've missed," Lucy sang, biting her lip as Dale glanced back at her.

"Think of all the fellas that I totally kissed," Kenzie sang, sidling up to her friend.

"She did..." Lucy interjected in her normal, non-singling voice.

"Yeah, I'm a huge whore," Kenzie stated bluntly before the singing resumed.

"Next year I could be yours for good," Lucy sang. "Just buy me everything on my Christmas list."

"Santa honey," Kenzie sang as the two girls walked further up the snow-covered sidewalk, approaching the steps of the porch, her big boobs jiggling as she walked. "I want a yacht... and really that's not a lot, been a huge slut all year, Santa baby, and get inside my pussy tonight!" The girls reached the bottom step and got closer to Dale, stunned, confused, and turned on. He didn't want this in the slightest, but the attention was causing an erection, er, a reaction.

Dale was still partially in shock from them flashing him their huge tits, but he couldn't tell if that was more because of the act itself or that their breasts were just so big and juicy looking, like ripe fruit ready to be plucked. They used his uncertainty to gain more ground.

"Santa cutie, there's one thing I really do need, the deed," Lucy sang. "I want to do it with you. Santa cutie, I want to feel you balls deep tonight!"

"Santa baby, and fill my stocking with some car keys... and checks," Kenzie sang, putting her foot on the bottom step. "Sign your 'x' on the line, Santa baby, and give me lots of presents tonight..." Lucy followed her friend onto the steps before singing the next line.

"You want to see my trimmed pussy?" Lucy sang, her breasts bouncing as she ascended the steps. "Just have to drain your bank accounts for little old me..." Lucy reached the top of the stairs, followed soon by Kenzie. "I really do want to be with you, let's just see if you're... worthy of me..."

"Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing, a ring," Kenzie sang, approaching the married man with her friend, forcing him to back away from the door towards the side of the porch. "The one you gave to your wife, Santa baby, and put it on my finger tonight..."

There was a pause as Dale now stood at the end of the porch while the girls stood near the door, blocking his entry. He could just jump off the porch and run away from them, but he wasn't some sort of frightened child running from something scary. He was a grown man, and these were two young women. He could handle them, despite the obvious temptations they presented.

"Ladies," he began firmly, still keeping his distance. Outside, where anyone could see, he didn't want to give anyone the inkling that he was participating in this madness. "I think you should leave. You two are..."

"I really can't stay..." Lucy sang out, suddenly kicking off yet another song.

"But baby, its cold outside..." Kenzie added, singling along.

"I don't want to go away..." sang Lucy, sliding her nimble fingers around the door knob and pulling the door open.

"Cause baby, it's cold outside..." Kenzie sang, following her friend as they began stepping into the house.

"Wait..." Dale called out, stepping forward.

"This morning has been..." Lucy began from inside his house.

"We want you to come in too..." Kenzie followed.

"So very nice..." Lucy sang at the same time as Kenzie, finishing her own earlier line.

"I'll warm you up, put your hands between my tits..." Kenzie sang. Dale followed them into the house as the girls backed away from him, singing at him as he followed. What could he do? These girls wouldn't listen, and he wasn't about to put his hands on them.

"Your little wife will never know..." Lucy sang, looking to the wall next to them where the family photos were hung. Elbowing the blonde next to her, she pointed at something and smiled wide.

"So why do you want us to go?" Kenzie snag, seeing what Lucy was pointing at before grinning wickedly. As they walked, they began discarding clothes, tossing their hats and coats onto the ground, before turning away.

"Our exes will be jealous of you..." Lucy sang as both her and Kenzie began undoing their belt buckles. They glanced back at him as they sang.

"Probably wish they had the same view..." Kenzie sang as both girls in unison began tugging down their tight pants, revealing their nearly bare, thong-clad asses to the married man. Lucy had the rounder and curvier rear end of the two, its fuller size and perfect shape standing out from her slim, luscious frame. The twin, tanned cheeks of her ass were perfectly framed by the skimpy black thong, the tiny straps riding over the upper ridges of them before the middle string was swallowed up between the firm, full cheeks.

Kenzie's ass was slimmer, but just as perfectly shaped, formed and sculpted from years of fitness. Her golden tan, heart-shaped rear was framed by the light blue thong that he'd gotten a peek of earlier. The little lacy number clung to the upper edge of her ass, with the string disappearing between her immaculately formed cheeks.

"You girls need to leave now!" Dale said firmly, trying to interrupt their moment while trying to ignore the two perfectly formed asses they were showcasing for him. But they were undeterred.

"So maybe we'd better leave..." Lucy sang, as the girls swiveled their hips, rolling their butts like seasoned belly dancers. They moved so they were facing opposite directions, their bare asses pressing softly into each other with both of them looking at him.

"It's totally up to you..." Kenzie sang.

"But maybe we should have some fun first..." Lucy sang, as both girls bent over at the waist, legs straight, butts still pressed against each other as they did so.

"We can sip some drinks while we kiss..." Kenzie added.

"The neighbors might think..." Lucy began.

"Baby, it's bad out there..." Kenzie finished as both girls shook their thong-clad butts against each other.

"But what's happening in here..." Lucy sang.

"Will be so much worse..." Kenzie finished with a wicked glint in her eye. Dale could only watch this indecent show, and despite himself, he couldn't help but, on some level, enjoy it. He had two girls he didn't know in his house, stripping off their clothes, and singing songs with heavily sexually tinged lyrics, and he could only watch in stunned silence with an unwanted erection.

"I wish I knew how..." Lucy began as the two girls began rising in unison, straightening up slowly.

"Baby, you look so hot right now..." Kenzie sang, looking right at the married man as she ground her nearly bare butt against her friend's.

"To break this spell..." Lucy finished, her upper half rising upwards.

"We've both got this Daddy thing bad..." Kenzie sang as both girls stood up fully straight.

"You ought to say no to us sluts..." Lucy sang.

"Mind if we move in closer..." Kenzie asked, as the two young women stepped out of their boots, socks, and jeans and approached the married man.

"What's the harm of giving us a try?" Lucy sang, a brilliant smile adorning her pretty face.

"Why would you want to hurt two sluts' pride?" Kenzie asked, staring down the older man, just like her friend.

"We really want to stay..." Lucy sang, toying with the bottom hem of her top, threating to lift it again.

"Oh baby, don't hold out..." Kenzie joined in again.

"But baby it's cold outside!" They sang together.

"Girls, girls... stop!" Dale said, trying to stand firm. He'd never been approached this aggressively by the opposite sex, and despite knowing better, it was certainly thrilling. But he definitely knew better.

"You really want us to go?" Lucy sang.

"But baby, it's cold outside..." Kenzie finished.

"I don't think so..." Lucy sang.

"Cause baby, it's cold outside." Kenzie sang, still approaching him, causing the married man to back up again.

"You welcomed us into your home..." Lucy sang.

"Good thing that you're all alone..." Kenzie chanted, playing with the bottom of her top the same way her friend was.


"It's so nice and warm..." Lucy sung, turning to pull herself in closer to her friend, so their fronts were pressed into each other. They put their arms around each other while still looking at Dale.

"But we could make it warmer..." Kenzie crooned, her voice getting huskier.

"The neighbors might be suspicious..." Lucy sang.

"Gosh, your lips look delicious..." Kenzie said lustfully.

"Your family might show up at the door..." Lucy said, pulling up her friend's top, exposing her taut belly again.

"But that makes you want us more..." Kenzie said, doing the same to her friend, exposing her trim, tanned tummy and sexy navel.


"Your wife looks pretty vicious..." Lucy said, nodding towards the pictures on the wall they noticed before.

"But our lips look so delicious..." Kenzie said, before turning to face her friend, smiling at her, then bringing their plump lips together, kissing softly, slipping each other a bit of tongue before pulling back, giggling, their smooth lips connected by small bands of spit. Dale was a mature, normal man, the furthest thing from a hormone-crazed teenager. But even at this, the 'LESBIANS, LESBIANS, LESBIANS' alarm went off in his head.

"Maybe you want to see a bit more..." Lucy teased, singling huskily, pulling up Kenzie's top so it was just under her tits.

"A blizzard like never before..." Kenzie sang, causing Dale to glance out the window, to note the few small flakes of snow falling on an otherwise clear morning.

"We should probably get home..." Lucy sang as Kenzie pulled up the brunette's top to just below her tits as well.

"But honey we'd freeze out there..." Kenzie sang as her and her friend's smooth bellies pressed against the other's.

"Maybe we could work up a sweat..." Lucy offered.

"While the snow's blowing out there..." Kenzie sang. At the same moment, both girls tugged the other's top up over their large breasts, causing them to spill out from their constraints, the smooth flesh of their massive jugs pressing against each other, nipple on nipple.

"Skin sliding on skin..." Lucy sang as they both pulled their tops over their heads and tossed them aside, leaving both girls clad only in thongs.

"What if you were in between..." Kenzie teased, nodding at the canyon of cleavage by the two young women's absolutely massive tits. The thought of being in between... with his hands... his face... his dick... it was an image that was immediately seared onto his brain.

"But don't you see?" Lucy sang, scrubbing her tits against her friend's exquisite pair.

"How crazy you drive her and me?" Kenzie cooed, scooping her hands under her friend's huge tits and squeezing them firmly.

"There's bound to be talk tomorrow..." Lucy sang, sliding her hands along the sides of her blonde friend's big jugs.

"The neighbors saw everything..." Kenzie said, biting her lip.

"So you might as well have make it worth your while..." Lucy sang, sliding behind her friend and cupping her boobs from behind.

"Have the sex they think you did..." Kenzie said, leaning back against her friend, Lucy's boobs ballooning out against her bare back.

"We really want to stay..." Lucy purred, chin resting on Kenzie's shoulder.

"Kick the wife out instead..." Kenzie cooed.

"Baby, it's cold..." they sang together. "Baby, it's cold outside!"

The silence was deafening as the singing stopped, and Dale stood there, confused, angry, and turned on, standing in front of two topless teenage girls, clad only in thongs. They turned and stood next to each other, arms over each other's shoulders, allowing him to stare at their massive tits in all their glory.

"Ladies..." he said through clenched teeth, his body tensed. "Put your clothes on and leave."

"Why?" Lucy asked naively. "Deep down, you know you want us to stay. You know it! You don't want us to leave. You want us to stay here so we can all fuck! And baby... that's exactly what we both want. So, let's just do it! This is a golden opportunity. If you make us leave, you will regret turning us down for the rest of your life."

"We saw the pictures over there of you standing next to your cave-troll wife..." Kenzie stated. "Wouldn't you rather spend some quality time with some hot, slutty babes after spending a lifetime married to... that?"

Dale's blood boiled with anger at these words, but his dick throbbed even harder. He loved his wife with all his heart, and she more than met his expectations, but it would be a lie to say that things in the bedroom were blazing hot. Or if it ever had been. Dale wasn't one to have crazy demands in the bedroom, and while he always left satisfied, part of him wondered if he had always been missing out. He was always a guy who looked beyond the things that were surface deep. He wasn't one so easily charmed by a pair of big tits and a round, juicy ass. But these girls... they had REALLY big tits, and absolutely PERFECT, round, juicy asses. And judging by his hard dick, these things did matter to him. Quite a bit.

"You... you should leave..." he said again, trying to ignore his straining dick. The girls glanced at each other before padding over to the older married man, barefoot. Before he knew it, these girls sidled up to him and slid against his sides, Lucy on his left, Kenzie on his right. He could feel the smooth, heavy weight of their massive tits pressing into his sides.

"You still haven't figured out how you know us yet..." Lucy began, looking up at him, smiling wide. "How bout we go upstairs, we take you out of these clothes, and we all get to know each other A LOT better!"

This was the moment of truth. He could kick these girls out and be done with it. Or... he could let them stay. It should be an easy choice. He was a man who had never fallen victim to anything even close to this. And yet... here he was. He knew better. He knew he would feel zero guilt about kicking these girls to the curb. But, there was that nagging doubt in the back of his head, debating whether or not he should give in to these slut's wicked wiles.

This should be an easy choice... shouldn't it?

**************

(Thirty Minutes Later)

Outside, the snow was beginning to fall in earnest, and a biting wind began to flow over the streets of Deerburg. The morning church services were nearing their end, and not far from Fourth Street, two pairs of boot-clad feet were stomping through the snow.

But those two people... they certainly weren't Lucy and Kenzie.

They were busy elsewhere.

"YES! YES!" Kenzie screamed out, riding Dale Calvorson's beefy nine-inch cock furiously from tip to root, her tight teenage cunt spread around his thick pole as she rode the hell out of it.

"MMmpphhhhh! MMMMMHHHHMMMM!" Dale groaned, the pleasure he was feeling despite his muffled voice. And his voice was muffled due to the fact that Lucy was currently sitting on his handsome face, her ass-cheeks spread against him, putting his eager mouth right against her tight asshole.

"Oh my God! Oh my God!" she moaned as she felt the married man's tongue rimming her ass. She ground herself against him, eager to get it deeper into her tightest of holes.

Dale was beneath the two young women, completely naked, with Kenzie riding his dick cowgirl on top of him, and with Lucy on his face facing her friend. His hands were reaching up, groping Kenzie's big tits from underneath as she rode him.


So yeah, Dale gave in. The temptation these girls offered outweighed any other concerns he might have. And now, here they were in his childhood room, on the bed, having a positively wicked three-way. Kenzie had gotten to his dick first, joining him on the bad while Lucy, in secret, put her phone on the bed stand, turning it on to record all the action that was about to take place.

By the time Lucy reached the bed, Kenzie had gotten Dale's pants off and had his big, mature, daddy-dick down her tight throat. Lucy joined her, slurping on the sides of his spit-soaked meat while Kenzie bobbed on the head. They soon took turns on it, slurping on the head and working the sides with both hands and mouths, eventually giving him a classic blowjob sandwich, each girl working in tandem, going up and down both sides of the shaft in unison. His balls were soon soaked in teenage spit, and each girl took turns sucking on his big, sperm-filled nuts, at one point each of them taking one at the same time, working it over. Lucy eventually left Kenzie to it, allowing her full reign to choke on his big fat cock while cupping his smooth, spit-soaked sack in the process.

Dale was in heaven already, and things were only getting started. Lying back on the bed, resting on his elbows, he was savoring the heated action. The sloppy blowjob he was receiving was exactly what the stiff, mature father needed. Sure, he'd had his dick sucked a few times in his younger years, both before meeting Paula and after, but his marriage had moved beyond such things. That being said, he'd never had it done this well, making him realize how much he'd been missing out on. These girls new how to suck a cock, and it was already changing his world.

While Kenzie worked over his meat, Lucy kneeled on the bed near his face, allowing him free access to her amazing EE-cups, squeezing them, sucking them, scrubbing his face against them. This allowed her to ease him onto his back against the mattress completely, so lost in her expansive chest was he to the point where he didn't even realize the eager mouth inhaling his thick shaft had disappeared. Before he realized it, his cock was sliding into Kenzie's tighter than tight, teenage cunt, his cock all the way inside her up to the balls by the time his mind realized what was happening. And as he took in such incomparable pleasure with closed eyes, they opened just in time to see Lucy's ass on a crash course with his face.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh God! That feels so fucking good!" Kenzie screamed in delight, quickly working up to top speed, using her athletic form to furiously ride the older man's dick. As the married man's palms rose up from the bed to grip her Double-Ds, squeezing them firmly, her ass was slamming into his thighs as she rode him.

"Is it good, babe?" Lucy asked her friend as she ground her ass on the married man's face. "Does it feel as good as it looks?"

"It's even better! FUCK! It's so fucking good!" Kenzie squealed. "God fucking damn, dad dick is so much better! So much bigger... ugh... thicker... FUCK! Damn! It's so good riding a tried and tested babymaker! God dammit! It's so much better riding a cock that you know can get the job done! Yes! I can feel his balls on my ass! SHIT! Fuck! Yes! So big! Full of so much sperm! Yes!"

"His tongue's so good, babe..." Lucy stated, languidly grinding into him. "The way he was looking at our asses when we were outside, I just knew he would good at this! Good at rimming my fucking ass! YES!"

The two young women leaned towards each other, letting their lips lock in a deep French kiss, their tongues sliding against the other as they were both pleasured by the married man. As they did, their necklaces dangled downwards, hanging between the two young women's tits, the crosses clinking together in the air at the center of this sinful tableau. This went on for a few minutes before Kenzie pulled back, her body quivering.

"Oh my God! Babe... I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum big!" Kenzie moaned, her cunt spasming around the married man's pole.

"Do it, hon... do it! Do it and make it a loud one! Make it a screamer!" Lucy urged her blonde friend. Kenzie nodded and began to moan.

"Oh my God! Holy shit! Yes! Yes! Holy fuck! I'm gonna cum! Fuck! Holy shit I'm gonna have the hardest Goddamn cum of my life! Fuck!" Kenzie moaned, bouncing faster and faster, her cunt quivering around Dale's rod.

Dale was amazing himself at how he was withstanding such pleasure. This was incredible, the best sex of his life, this teenage slut he barely knew giving him incomparable pleasure, and he was still going strong. Her cunt was gripping his cock like a vise, driving him crazy. But he was showing his stamina, holding off as long as he could, withstanding the waves of pleasure.

"Do it, bitch!" Lucy urged as she pinched her friend's nipple as the older man squeezed them.

"UGGHH! GOD! YES! YES! YES! UGH! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! YES! YES! YES! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Kenzie screamed at the top of her lungs as a violent orgasm coursed through her, her tight cunt spasming around Dale's cock, as waves of pleasure shot through her entire body. Eventually, she just couldn't take anymore, sliding up off the married man's pole, rubbing her cunt furiously as jets of broiling hot girl-cum squirted out of her overstimulated cunt, splashing everywhere, soaking the sheets and the older man's fit torso. Finally, the blonde collapsed to the side, curling up as she recovered from the hardest cum of her life, the cross around her neck glued to her sweaty breast-flesh.

Dale suddenly felt a weight lift off as Lucy crawled down the bed, releasing his face from the delightful prison between her ass-cheeks. He looked up, eyes blinking against the light, just in time to see Lucy kneeling over his dick, facing him, just in time to see her lowering her shaved cunt over his swollen married shaft.

"Oh!" he groaned out.

"Oh my God!" the brunette sighed softly as she took his massive cock into her tight, clutching hole, sliding smoothly down onto it until her ass was nestled against his balls. "Damn, that's a real fucking dick! GOD! I can feel it in my fucking womb! Jesus... it's so fucking big! Fuck!"

Her cunt felt just as good as Kenzie's. Maybe a 9 out of 10 compared to Kenzie's 10 out of 10 in terms of tightness, but Lucy's felt more talented, squeezing his cock in just the right way, coating it with moisture, making him squirm with pleasure. His balls were rumbling already. As she ground on his swollen pole, he reached up and cupped her massive, jiggling melons, squeezing them firmly, pinching her nipples between his fingers.

Lucy began bouncing on the married man's cock, her ass slapping against his thighs. Her huge tits bounced in his manly, experienced palms as she did so. He fucked up into her as she bounced on top of him, their bodies slapping together loudly.

"God yes! This is exactly what I needed!" Lucy moaned as she rode him from root to tip. "I always get so fucking horny at Christmas! I love getting spoiled rotten! Fuck! I love having men turn their world upside down just to give me things! Yes! Fuck!" Dale was a man of justice and logic, but here he was giving this wicked bitch exactly what she wanted. He knew this was wrong, but he didn't care. It felt too fucking good to care. Her juicy cunt was driving him crazy, and from the combined treatment of her and Kenzie, his balls were boiling.

"OH! FUCK!" Dale groaned, this level of pleasure so unfamiliar to the married man. He didn't like this scheming little tease, but damn if she wasn't fucking talented at the art of nasty sex.

"Any woman would be an idiot to leave this perfect daddy-dick unattended! Fuck! What an idiot your wife must be!" Lucy said, groaning as she bounced on Dale's married dick. Dale pounded up into her more angrily at this, pleasuring her even more. "Ahhh... yes! Fuck. Being a complete fucking moron must run through the girls in your family." This comment confused Dale, and that confusion was evident on his face.

"Oh..." Lucy said with a knowing smile, looking down at him. "You don't remember how you met us yet?" She smirked as she kept bouncing on his bloated cock, her huge fleshy tits oozing out between his fingers as he groped her. "I remember meeting you. So does Kenzie... that's why we volunteered to come here..." she said darkly, riding him more firmly, her butt colliding with his thighs with more force. He didn't stop fucking up into her, but he slowed down slightly.

He suddenly felt Kenzie press up against his side, her sweaty tits pushed against him as she kissed him on the cheek.

"I remember it perfectly..." Lucy said, her pussy squeezing the older man's dick in just the right way. "Fuck... fuck! Me and Kenzie and our parents.... ugh... sitting in the principal's office... with you... fuck... and your wife and daughter! UGH! FUCK!" she moaned before looking the married man straight in the eyes. "I guess our bullying got out of hand! Yes!"


That was it! In a flash, Dale remembered everything. Getting called to the school because Tricia had been getting bullied by a couple of her classmates, the popular girls, and it had resulted in a confrontation. The tension had been there for months, and it had come to a head, so the principal wanted to have a group meeting with the parents and stamp out the fighting then and there. It was there that Dale saw the girls who had made his daughter's high school life a living hell. Making rude, nasty comments about her looks and personality, stuff that had driven his shy daughter into pure anger.

Dale remembered those two girls, sitting there, acting like they'd done nothing wrong, acting like spoiled brats. He remembered the smug little smirks they had on their faces. The meeting was to put an end to the bullying, but the girls thought they'd done nothing wrong, and the faculty was pretty ineffectual, so it kept going all through the end of their time together.

And now, after all that, Dale was having sex with one of them after giving the other the biggest orgasm of her life.

Dale fucked up.

"You??" he growled, nostrils flaring, eyes wide, as he looked up at the evil minx on top of him.

"Hahaha! Fuck! Yes! That was us!" Lucy laughed, her gorgeous face now looking down at him with a look of smug, lazy evil that now seemed impossible not to notice. The same smug look she had worn in the principal's office that day.

"You!?" he said again, even angrier, gripping her tits roughly.

"I'm sorry your cow of a daughter didn't have a sense of humor..." Lucy said, still bouncing on the older man's erect pole, juicing it up even more as her dripping cunt got wetter and wetter. "Fuck! We thought she could handle being called an ugly, bull-dyke, rug-muncher every fucking day! UGH! We all thought it was true anyways... God forbid we started a few fun rumors! Fuck! It was all a bit of fun! Oh my God! Yes!"

"You!" he called out, remembering the fury in his daughter, the hurt. "You... mmmpppphhhh!" Before he could finish, Kenzie jumped up and shoved her big tanned tits against his face, wrapping her arms around his head and holding him in place, momentarily subduing him.

"Hahaha!" Kenzie laughed. "We made your daughter a fucking punchline in school!" she said as she scrubbed her tits against the married man's face. "We figured she got it from her lesbo mom! Hahaha! I'm sorry, but your wife looks like she owns a cute little arts and craft store with her life partner Sharon! Fuck! You like these tits! You like my fucking tits, Daddy!"

Dale was scorching with anger at these sudden revelations. But a curious thing was happening. Despite his fury, his cock had never been harder, and he had resumed fucking up into her. In fact, he was fucking up into Lucy even harder than before. He was squeezing Lucy's big melons even more savagely. And he was fully diving into the Kenzie's tits, scrubbing his face against them.

"Hahaha!" Lucy called out, still bouncing on the married man's now harder pole. "We made your daughter's life a living hell, and what do you do? You give her bullies the best sex of their lives! Fuck! Fuck!" Dale was able to push Kenzie's chest off of him, giving his face freedom for a moment, before she dove in again, shoving her tongue into his mouth.

"MMMMMmmm..." he groaned in surprise, but before he knew it, he found himself reflexively returning the kiss, swapping spit with the evil little bitch, sliding his tongue against hers, lips locked, open mouths attacking each other as he fucked up into Lucy.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Lucy called out, hands on Dale's chest as she rode his big, angry cock. "Cheating on your wife with two little sluts... ugh... cheating on her with the two girls who your daughter hates the most... goddamn... this is the best fucking sex ever! AHHHH! YES!" Dale's cock throbbed at this, despite himself. He was in a blind fervor, fucking Lucy's tight cunt as hard as he could manage. Sliding her tongue from Dale's mouth, Kenzie spoke up.

"What do you do when confronted with the girls who made fun of your daughter every day?" Kenzie asked, looking down at him. "You have sex with them! You have sex with two evil little sluts! You fuck their brains out and make them scream! Haha! Yes! And you do it all on fucking camera!"

Through his lust-filled fervor, this comment got through.

"The Church really wants you as a member, Mr. Calvorson..." Kenzie revealed.

"Yes! Fuck yes!" Lucy moaned, her body quivering with lust as her ass slammed into Dale's thighs.

"The Church would really love for you to start showing up for weekly services..." Kenzie said with an evil grin. "But what they really want is some very generous donations from that big, multi-million-dollar company of yours..." Kenzie said.

"Oh my God!" Lucy moaned, almost lost in pure bliss, her juices leaking down his swollen weapon.

"And you're gonna do so," Kenzie said, looking down at the married man. "You're gonna give the Church everything they ask for..."

"And you'll give us two just as much..." Lucy added. "Fuck!" She screamed out, her tits still bouncing in his grasping palms as she rode him. As she bounced on his cock, the small, silvery cross hanging from her neck would intermittently appear to his gaze, stuffed between her huge, fleshy tits, the contrast of the religious symbol encased by such sinful curves not lost on him. He found himself momentarily hypnotized by the sight. As he stared at her bouncing chest, her lust-ridden eyes focused enough to look down at Dale again. "You'll pay the Church... and you'll pay us... or else we send a copy of the video my phone is taking right now to your wife, your daughter, and everyone you know..." she said, looking at the dresser, where her phone was clearly placed, recording everything. Holy shit! It was true. This was being recorded. The downfall of his marriage and the end of his years of fidelity was being recorded. The corruption of his soul at the hands of these two little minxes was being put onto permanent record. His eyes locked on that phone as ideas began rising to his mind.

"Don't even bother trying to get your hands on that phone," Kenzie whispered as she saw into his thoughts. "There's some really smart people at the Church, and not only are we recording this, we're streaming it live. There are some very amused women in the Church watching us live right now, recording this as backup." Dale's sole plan to counter them had been immediately dashed by these evil, scheming girls. He looked back at the blonde, not knowing what to say.

"Face it, babe..." Kenzie began, grinning evilly. "You're fucked!" Both girls began laughing, and Lucy kept up the rapid pace of her fucking, riding him and grinding into him, countering his anger with pure pleasure. Lucy continued speaking.

"We... we kinda own you now. We've turned you, this normal, successful dad, into our personal sex slave! Our rich, big-cocked sugar daddy!"

As the cold hand of fate closed around him, he realized how screwed he really was. He realized how expertly he'd been manipulated and conquered. He didn't see any way out of the predicament he'd found himself in. His heart sank in defeat, but his dick... how did that beefy married dick react to him being completely conquered by these two evil little sluts?

"Fuck! Fuck! FUCK! AHHHHHHH!" Dale screamed as cum rocketed from the end of his cock, his nuts twisting in excitement, sending jet after jet of thick, potent cum into the waiting cunt of the wicked brunette on top of him. His mind wanted to find some way to fight back, but his cock made up its mind first, firing off thick, creamy bands of white surrender deep into her evil, nasty, spectacular cunt, filling her up. And that was all she needed to get pushed over the edge.

"AHHH! Oh my God! YES! FFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!" Lucy screamed as a huge orgasm coursed through her, her luscious body quivering in pleasure. And Dale was right there with her, his body tightened and flexed as he came, his hands gripping her tits roughly, squeezing them as hard as he could as he buried his cock deep inside her, and came deep inside her waiting cunt over and over again.

Lucy ground against him, her clutching cunt coaxing more thick married semen into her tight, waiting, fertile pussy. The married man was bathing her nasty cunt with cum, and it was driving her crazy. Each shot of cum sent a new wave of pleasure through her. For what felt like an eternity, the older married man and the young brunette slut came together as one, both experiencing this new plane of pleasure together. Finally, after minutes of riding this high, Lucy collapsed on top of him, and Dale blacked out completely.

***************

Dale didn't know how long he was out, but by the time he woke up, the two girls were still with him in the bedroom, pulling on their clothes. He was still naked in the bed, and as he began to stir, the two girls took notice.

"Hey there, stud!" Lucy said brightly, displaying none of the evil he'd seen in her. She was sitting at the end of the bed, pulling on her boots.

"Hey hot stuff!" Kenzie added, fully dressed, standing near the dresser.

"You... you two..." he groaned, worn out from the crazy sex but still upset.

"Oh, hon... don't act like you didn't enjoy it," Lucy said with a big grin.

"I think we all know that'd be a lie," Kenzie added.

"Don't hide from it, hon... we're lovers now... all of us..." Lucy said. "You banged two little sluts and had the time of your life... don't try and deny it. Don't try to act like you didn't enjoy every minute of it. And don't like we're not gonna be doing it again..." Lucy said, letting that idea hang. No... impossible! Dale would never make the same mistake again. "But first, some business..." Lucy said, standing up. Before Dale knew it, Kenzie tossed his checkbook onto the bed.

"We need two checks, one to the Church... and one to us," Kenzie said.

"Feel free to be generous... the same amount to us and the Church, I think. That'd be fair," Lucy stated. Not seeing any way out of this predicament, he had no choice but to comply. Angrily, he grabbed a pen and began filling out the two checks. Lucy looked over his shoulder and guided him along, only stopping him when he chose the amount he was 'donating.'

"I think if you add another zero, we'd be set..." she warned quietly but firmly. And angrily, he complied, cutting two checks and handing them over. Lucy smiled before folding them in half and stuffing them into her cleavage. The two girls looked satisfied as they began pulling on their coats.

"I think we're done here, babe..." Lucy said. "At least for now. Like I said, this isn't over. We all know we're gonna be doing it again. And again..."

"And again..." Kenzie added, grinning.

"The sex was too good to deny. How can we avoid not doing it, like... all the time?" Lucy asked.

"We put our numbers in your wallet, so... feel free to call us whenever..." Kenzie stated. "And we'll be calling you soon either way."

"And after this level of donation, I'm sure the Church will expect to see you..." Lucy said, almost as a light threat considering the dirt they now had on him.

"I'll think we'll be seeing a lot of each other from now on..." Kenzie said with a huge grin, adding to that.

"Bye babe..." Lucy said, giving him a little wave. Kenzie did the same, walking away. And as they walked down the hall, butts sashaying proudly as they walked, he heard them singing, in unison.

"We wish you a Merry Christmas, we wish you a Merry Christmas..."

Dale sat up, trying to recover from what just happened. He was a smart, logical, frugal man. And yet, he'd just made the biggest mistake of his life, cheating on his wife and his daughter by banging those two harlots. He couldn't imagine a deeper betrayal. And now, he'd pledged money to an institution he didn't believe in, and to two girls who were as evil as could be. He was a man who, despite his wealth, never coasted on it, never giving more than the minimum to his daughter, hoping for her to earn her own way. And yet, he'd just given more money than he'd ever given to Tricia to her worst enemies, those two evil minxes, giving them far more reward for their wicked ways than he'd ever given his daughter. This was massively fucked up. But that wasn't even the worst thing.
The worst thing is that his cock was as hard as concrete at the thought of it.

Thinking about it again, putting it all in context, his defeat and betrayal turned him on beyond belief. He didn't know why. He couldn't understand it. But he didn't have time to think.

His mother would be back home soon.

Acting fast, he opened the windows, hoping to air out the room quickly. Ripping the sheets from the bed, he tossed them in the wash. He was a man who prided himself on his ability to fix things.

He'd better hope his earlier work fixing the washer and dryer paid off, because if not, the next thing he might have to be fixing would be his marriage, along with his relationship with his daughter. And at this point, that might be something that's beyond repair.

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