Chapter 1
He awoke at the stroke of midnight. It was now Halloween. His first thought was, "I hate my job, having to get up at midnight." He didn't care much what day it was, as he had to do this almost every day. But, he had to do it to pay the bills, and to have time during the day for school, as well as help his wife out with the school loan she had taken. It was tough, but maybe it would not be for too long. He was almost done with his schooling, and had a possible job lined up after. "Not much longer," he encouraged himself.
He readied himself, kissing his wife good night, and heading out. Charles worked Graveyard shift tending a graveyard. He did not mind. He was not scared of the dead, and the fact that it was a graveyard paid better. Sure, once in a while he heard, things, or saw them, but that was part of the job. He expected a bit more today, but he also expected to study. He did his rounds, studied a bit, and waited for morning to come. He would not get home until about 10 in the morning, with enough time for two hours of sleep before heading to school. Once in while, he would sneak in an hour or so of asleep at work, but it was unusual, as he did not feel comfortable doing it.
At fifteen before seven he got a call from the boss telling him to go home early. That he was done for the night, as it was Halloween and it was cemetery policy.
"How about pay?" Charles asked.
"You'll get paid the full hours."
Content, he packed his things and headed home. Thinking he could surprise his wife, maybe get an hour extra of sleep, and even study a bit before school. What he would not do to make sweet love to his wife, and fall asleep right after, content. It was looking to be a good morning.
The cab pulled up to his house, and Charles paid the bill and claimed out, recognizing David's car, a family acquaintance, but thought nothing of it. "Maybe him and Suzanne came to say hello to Stacy," he thought, as he headed to the back of the house, placing his things in the shed, as he always did. They only had one car, and he always allowed Stacy to keep it. It was not an expensive cab ride anyway. Soon they would have two cars, and finally they would be able to take advantage of the two-car garage they had.
He walked in through the back door, which led to the kitchen, and when he was about to close the door he heard, "No daddy, I was not trying to lie to you not to go to school."
"Don't lie to me!"
"What the fuck!" thought Charles, quietly closing the door. He recognized his wife's voice, but did not understand the reason for the childish inflection. And, that was David responding. He headed to the door that separated the kitchen from the living room, and froze with his hand on the handle, unable to open it. Through the blinds they had placed on the door he could see his wife, wearing the skimpiest Teacher's Pet costume he had ever seen, playing her best little girl interpretation for David. She was in front of the main door, tits ready to spill out of the small white top, her blond hair tide to one side, and her lips slightly pouting.
The lights were on in the living room, and the lights off in the kitchen, which made Charles invisible. He could not believe what he saw, and for a second he thought it was a trick-or-treat idea, and waited for Suzanne to walk out as the angry mother. But, no Suzanne.
"I know you are lying to me," said David, in a low rumbling voice, one of his hands grabbing at his dick through his pants.
"No Daddy. Not the belt again. I'll do anything, but not the belt."
"Anything, huh?"
"Yes Daddy, please!"
Charles felt dizzy and sick, but did not open the door. He watched, and waited, allowing his mind to wrap around the situation, and trying to come up with a solution.
"On your knees, now!"
She dropped, dropping her eyes to the floor.
"I didn't say to stop looking at me. I want you to crawl to me. That should teach you not to lie to me."
She did, looking at him, her eyes a flame, her face still pouting as she was caught in the act.
Stacey was kneeling right in front of him now, his confined dick right a front her face.
"Take my cock out. I want to see how sorry you are by how well you suck!"
"Oh, Daddy, I've never done that before."
"Think of it as a lollypop. But you bite it, and your gonna get it with the belt!"
Stacey moved her hands to David's pants, undoing his belt and releasing his erection. It was large, and full of veins, and trembling in anticipation of entering the moist lips of the woman keeling in front of it.
Stacey opened her mouth, moving in slowly as she was ready to take him in, but David had other plans, and pushing her head forward with one hand ordered her, "hurry up. You don't get to take your time when you are being punished," and impaled her mouth on his cock.
Stacey's nostrils flared trying to grab air through her nose at the sudden invasion, but her moaning gave her away, and her pussy was on fire, the moisture dripping down her thighs in excitement. "Yeah, just like that. It seems like you really want to be forgiven for lying to your Daddy!"
"mmm hmmm," was her muffled reply.
Charles heart was breaking, and his eyes were becoming blurry do to the tears that were invading them, but he forced them to stop, and swallowed the anger that threatened to suffocate him, and did not move an inch. The resolve was coming.
Even if Charles was not looking, it was clearly what was happening from the slurping, sucking sounds that filled the room, as his once beloved wife went down on this asshole fucker.
David grabbed her by the hair, and pulled her up, saying, "that's good for now, but where'd you learn that shit?"
"Huh, what do you mean Daddy?"
"You're not trying to lying to me again, and going to try to make me believe that that was really your first time, are you?
"No Daddy!"
"Have you been doing drugs? Maybe you got them from sucking cock, is that what you've been doing?"
"No, I did no such thing."
"We'll find out," and his hands began roaming her barely covered body. They went first for her back, and quickly moved forward to her tits, grabbing, and pinching the nipples as he assured himself that nothing was hidden there.
"Fuck it," he said, and ripped her shirt open, her large tits spilling out in the open air, and his mouth immediately going for them, licking and sucking them, as she squirmed in his strong arms. His hands went behind her, under her skirt, grabbing her ass and checking for drugs, then broke the sucking to stay, "Your not wearing panties slut!
And, let me see, you're all wet as well, am I getting you turned on or where you thinking of someone else."
SMACK
The spank thundered in the room, and he released a couple more on her naked ass.
SMACK SMACK
"Oh Daddy, no please, stop. I didn't mean it."
"Did not mean what?"
"I didn't mean to react...I...I, dunno."
Charles had come to a conclusion. His breathing had calmed, he had taken a second to grab a heavy pan, and waited for events to unveil, looking for the right time. He had separated himself from his emotions, and had gotten a little turned on, and for the first time he address his wife in his mind as a fucking cunt ass bitch.
David did not stop moving his hands all over her body as he spoke, making Stacey squirm beneath his skillful ministrations. He moved one hand to the front, and strongly cupped her pussy, and in one fluid motion jammed two fingers all the way up.
A loud moan escaped her lips.
"You like that, huh?"
Stacey was quiet, whimpering in lust.
