We'd had dinner, courtesy of the microwave oven and I was in the living room with the paper. My wife, Cheryl, a very sexy bitch who was over forty, but looked thirty, was going out. When she'd told me earlier, I thought, oh! No not again. But I didn't say it. That would only arouse her wrath and she'd scream at me and make my two lovely daughters upset.
I saw Cheryl going to the bathroom and seized the opportunity to get my slippers. They were in our bedroom which we still shared, because, we had a five-room apartment in a two-family house and each girl had her own room. Our marriage was a farce, I only stayed because of our two beautiful daughters.
As I put my slippers on, I noticed, the off-white dress on the hanger on the wardrobe door. It had a deep, square-cut neck, it was full to the waist and it was barely mid-thigh length. Not very stylish, but designed so that no man who ever saw her nice, firm tits and shapely, mature legs revealed by its skimpiness ever complained. Probably because they knew that she was willing to spread her legs, for the first man who touched her or fingered her cunt, she was always ready to accommodate any cock, except for mine.
She came back, into the bedroom, holding a cologne bottle in her hand. She dabbed a little under each arm, then spreading her legs (which she hadn't done for me in quite a while), she dabbed cologne on each inner thigh and in the hair around her snatch. She was wearing an off white bra that clearly showed her cleavage and tops of her tits, almost revealing her erect nipples, she also wore pantyhose, the kind without additional material around her twat and ass.
I could clearly see the stretched lips of her cunt and I knew she'd trimmed and dyed her pussy hair to the same tint as was on her head.
"Stop staring, you arse-hole," Cheryl snapped. "I'm going out with the girls, so don't wait up for me, as they say - not that you'd have any reason to."
My cock was rigid. My wife was nothing but a fucking bitch, fucking other guys and not me - but she still turned me on, which was more to the pity.
"Keep it down and stop strutting around like the useless over aged hooker that you really are, at least, while our daughters are at home," I replied angrily, but not too loudly.
"Besides," I said. "I don't know that I'd want to put my cock into your slack cunt, especially after your studs have been there. And when the girls move out you can bring all your randy studs home to fuck your ass off and the daylights out of them, because I won't be here either."
She laughed. "If you leave me, I'll strip you of everything you've got. You'll have to hitchhike to work. By the way I'm taking the car."
"Well!" I said. "Don't leave your used condoms in the front seat, like you usually do."
She turned red and slipped the dress on and quickly left the house. She didn't bother saying anything to Mary, our twenty-one-year-old college senior, or Lynn, who was a trainee executive with a mail-order company.
As soon as the front door slammed shut, Lynn came into the bedroom. Just looking at my older daughter made me feel a lot better. She's slender, dark haired and she's always tanned from sports, which makes her blue eyes and flashing smile more noticeable. Now, here she was in my bedroom, wearing one of my shirts and she looked really angry.
"You don't have to stay with her because of us, Daddy," Lynn said, sitting on the bed with one leg under her, the other shapely member showing bare almost to the crotch, I could in fact see the dark outline, I was sure was her pubic hair. As Lynn moved her leg, the shirt lifted. Now her pussy was in plain sight as she didn't have knickers on, I couldn't stop staring. Smiling as she caught me looking, I reddened, as she nodded toward my crotch. My cock was still bulging. Some nights I'd have a hard-on nearly all evening. . "Mary and I know she's cheating on you and that you never have any sex. No wonder you're in that condition!"
"You're supposed to ignore it, when you notice things like this," I told her.
"She'sprobably screwing or sucking some slimy stranger in a dingy motel room or maybe even gang-banging the boys at the local hotel," Lynn said. "Besides we know that She doesn't love any of us anymore."
"You can't be positive your mother is fooling around with other men." I said.
Lynn laughed. "Mary has checked her panties a couple of times and showed them to me. She spotted them up herself a few times, but one night they were soaked. Some guy had let go up and all over her and she had walked in, with them in her hand."
"I think you'd better go to your room and the next time you wear that shirt, put some panties on underneath it." I said sternly, "I'm surprised at you and Mary, I've tried to teach you both not to......"
"Oh! Don't be a nerd, Pop," she giggled. "And stop staring at my pussy like that. You wasn't look at it or touch it, go ahead. Mary and I have been fucking around for a couple of years. And why shouldn't we? At least we are honest and open about it, we're not like Mum, we are at least choosy about who shoves their cocks into us."
Then she laughed, as she got up and deliberately she lifted the shirt, leaning back with her legs apart she revealing her flat stomach and the ripe cunt lips, mirrored amongst the dark thatch of hair. "You see, Daddy? My pussy's not that much different to Mum's" She said.
"It looks a lot nicer to me. I love you and Mary so much. I'll never leave you." I said.
Lynn paused by the door, her long, slim legs showing. She said, "We're both over twenty-one, Pop. We can live with whoever we like and we like you. Besides, if Mum tries to crucify you in court, Mary and I will both tell the judge just what a bitch she is and that she seduced us and tried to force us to have sex with her studs even if she didn't."
I felt good as I lay back thinking of that conversation. My cock was throbbing so hard that I was about to explodes, so I opened my fly and reached in, easing the position of my cock, when, suddenly, Mary's blonde head appeared around the door frame, she saw my hand in my pants.
Smiling, she said, "Maybe I should come back in about ten minutes. Pop."
I pulled my hand out and raised my leg to hide my erection as Mary came into the room. She was wearing a terry-towelling robe that was a little below hip length. At least I got to look at three sets of gorgeous legs frequently - even though I detested the owner of one set.
"Lynn told me that she has talked to you, Dad," Mary said quietly.
She pulled a chair over and sat, crossing her legs. At least she wore knickers, which I could just happen to see. They were bright red and very sheer, very sexy and they didn't really hide a whole lot.
"Pop, I want to tell you that, what Lynn said is true. Mum is fucking every man she comes in contact with, especially if he has a big cock. Right now, she's probably in a motel sucking some clown's cock down into her throat."
