"Mom, dad, I'm home..."
Sarah heard the words the moment she saw her daughter enter the doorway. Sarah's eyes quickly darted from her daughter to her husband, then to her husbands cock. Wait, was it getting harder? Was it bigger? Was her husband getting turned on by the fact that his daughter was about to see him naked? Sarah couldn't deny it, her husbands cock was getting harder. Maybe it was just an illusion, but his cock also seems to grow in total length as well. Pushing past the 10 inch mark as it swelled.
Sarah couldn't believe it. There's no way, it must be just a trick of the light, there's no way. Her husband has been a solid nine inches for the last 20 years. The envy of his peers for sure, and a delight that she alone has ever experienced. But why is her daughter effecting him so? He must just be some kind of fucked up pervert. The sooner she left the better.
Sarah quickly composed herself, and grabbed a pillow from the bed, shoving it at Daniels cock, "Fucking bastard, cover yourself" she hissed before rearing back her hand and slapping him solidly across the face. Daniel, caught off guard by the whole thing lurched forward, gasping in pain.
Sarah slid past him, she could feel the fear taking hold of her legs and her chest. She tried her best to compress it into a little ball so she could move. Walking up to her daughter she looked at Abigail, and the beautiful woman she had become. There was a certain erotic aura around her, and the idea of her daughter sitting on her husbands face did wetting her lips, both above and below just slightly.
"My little baby, why don't you go to your room and unpack while your father makes himself presentable. Sadly, I have to get going to work, but I will be home later this evening kitten."
Sarah could see the horror in her daughters eyes at what she just witnessed, but Sarah was determined to get out of the house. Knowing what waited for her at work made the drive that much more difficult to deny.
Sarah bounded down the stairs and out of her house, leaving her husband and her daughter to fend for themselves. She saw that her daughter had parked in the street and not the drive way, clearly she anticipated her parents needing to leave in the morning. Sarah walked past her husbands car and towards her own. She opened the drivers side door and climbed in.
Sarah opened the center console of her car where she kept her burner phone. Turned it on, and opened her text messages. There was 17 missed messages over the weekend from her boss, James. All of those messages were flirtatious except three photos. The first photo was a picture of James' dick. Barely five inches he did what he could with it, but after 18 years of being rammed through with a nine inch monster, it was tough to get used to. The second photo was of his dick down the throat of some young secretary at the office. Sarah knew the face but couldn't place the name. She had to big of tits for her small frame and no ass. The third was a photo of some black woman's cunt. It looked like it was dripping with semen that James out there a moment before.
James always knew what Sarah liked. To be degraded, humiliated, treated like a common whore. Daniel always put her on a pedestal, especially after Abigail was born. For a time Sarah appreciated it, at least for a time. Her friends in high school and college couldn't stop complaining about their boyfriends, and how badly they were treated. Those same friends ended up marrying those assholes and they all seem to have great marriages. Not a single case of infidelity among them, except for Sarah.
After 10 years of marriage, Sarah grew tired of the princess treatment. It took until last year for her to work up the courage to seek what she needed elsewhere. That's when Sarah got her last promotion. She took a C level position at a bio-pharmaceutical company, and her earnings quadrupled over night. She also worked in the office next to James, another C level executive. Never married, no kids, fantastic shape, and 20 years her senior.
Sarah overheard James just after her promotion speaking to the rest of the board members,
"Gentleman, I've been a board member for five years, and a C level with this company for 10. There's a bitch I want that's in middle management, but I can't show my face on the 5th floor with all the wretches. I need your votes to get her up here, and on the board. She'll vote any way I ask her too, and the next three votes are all yours."
Of course she was promoted to be James' sex toy, how could she not be? At 36 she hadn't hit the wall quite yet, and her body was still holding up to when she was 26. And unlike Daniel, James treated her the way she deserved to be treated, like the little whore she was. It all started the day she moved into her office.
At first it was just sly comments about her ass or her tits. Then after a few weeks, James walked into her office and just shoved his hand down her blouse, pinched her nipple, stared at her with that emotionless gaze, and walked out. After that was her first board vote. Before the meeting James walked in to office, and pulled his cock from his trousers, looked Sarah in the eyes and spoke to her,
"Hey little lady, they're a big board vote today, and I need you to vote with me. You owe me that much."
James slid his cock back into his trousers and left her sitting in her office, feeling like a child. And horny. Sarah subconsciously reached her hand down between her legs and what she felt surprised her. It was a puddle, she wasn't just wet, she was gushing, and her leather chair was creating a pool of her pussy juices. Her fingers found their way into her mouth, and from that day forward, she knew James had her.
Sarah pulled her car out and then drove into work, thinking about James the whole way. Today was the day. James was going to let her take part in one of his private meetings. Sarah didn't need to work today, she lied to her husband so she could play with James and his other women. She has been waiting for this day for almost six months, since the Christmas party.
That was the first night James fucked her. Sarah was in the lobby with the receptionist and James walked off the elevator. Seeing Sarah and the receptionist in the lobby, James walked up to Sarah and held out his hand. When Sarah took it, James pulled her against his body and whispered in her ear, "the receptionist likes to watch."
Without saying another word, James spun her around and grabbed at the thin fabric of her dress. He used his hands to slide the dress up around her hips and tore her panties clean off her body before pulling tossing the torn and soaked cloth at the receptionist, who quickly gathered them up, and slide them into a drawer at her desk, a look of excitement in her eye.
James lead Sarah closer to the Christmas tree before shoving her head into the branches. He kicked her legs slightly apart and fiddled with his jeans for a quick second. Sarah could barely feel him enter her, not just because having her head forced onto the trunk of a Christmas tree in public while a receptionist watched, but because James was literally half the man her husband was.
Thankfully James had more to offer her than his poor excuse for a cock. After what seemed like a short few seconds she could feel James stiffen,
