Thoughts Into Action

"Don't say that, Shonna, he's my dad!  I can’t believe you said that!"

Eric stood in the hallway just outside Nicole's door, leaning against the wall in order to not cause a tell-tale floor creak, and breathing as minimally as possible.  Tilting his head away from the wall, he could see through the 2" space between the door and the frame, getting the view he waited up for more and more lately.  He cringed when he heard his daughter protest what was surely a positive statement about him, yet he was excited at the thought of what might have been said to draw such a reaction.  All this time, his eyes never left the object of his obsession, lying on her bed, looking at the ceiling, talking on her cell phone with her best friend. 

 

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Eric met Cindy in the singles group at Lakeview Christian Church when Nicole was just 4 years old.  He was a thirty-year-old junior executive, and she was a single mother struggling to balance low pay, long hours, and being a good mom.  Besides giving their strong faith a home, church gave them both a chance to socialize somewhere besides the bars and clubs, a venue that Eric never felt comfortable with, and that for Cindy resulted in the unplanned pregnancy by a father that disappeared into thin air before he even had a chance to take responsibility.  Cindy was a former high school beauty, and Eric was a former high school nerd; funny how the roles change just a little bit later in life. 

 

She was looking for someone who would accept the burden of a little girl to raise, and he, a late bloomer already, was looking for someone who would appreciate him for who he was and let him take care of them.  The ugly truth was that life's circumstances had made her far less picky about men; but to be fair, he was boyishly handsome and treated her like no man ever had.  She and Nicole moved into his house about a month after they started dating, and suddenly Eric's struggle for that elusive 'one' was over, he had her, and they were a family.

 

Over the next dozen or so years, Eric climbed the corporate ladder, working long hours, and Cindy was able to stay at home to run the house and essentially raise Nicole on her own.  Of course, she did call him Dad, but mostly because she always had and didn't know any different.  From Eric's perspective, it was always more complicated than that.  He cared for her and provided in every way that he thought a father should, but it continually nagged at him that she wasn't really his.  It was some other man that had given her to Cindy, not him, and the fact that she never wanted more children meant that he was staring down a life of never bringing a child of his own into the world. 

 

Yet, this wasn't what tormented him the worst.  That honor belongs to the feelings that he started to have when he noticed the flare of her hips in the tight clothes that she started to wear.  He tried with all his mental might to suppress the thoughts, to push them into the darkest recesses of his mind, but they always came back again. 

 

"What the hell is wrong with me?", he would ask himself, more an admonishment than a question.  Nicole was, for all intents and purposes, his daughter, yet he couldn't resist the split-second looks and the natural male thoughts that always follow.  Nevertheless, he constantly prayed about it and always felt like he had it basically under control; that was until he came home early one summer day to find his 16-year-old daughter sunning topless in the backyard.  He was upstairs in his bedroom changing out of his suit and spied her lying on her back with only her bikini bottom standing in the way of complete nakedness.  Her not-yet-tan skin glowed in the glaring sunlight, making her small pink nipples stand out like in stark contrast.  He tried to look away, but couldn't.  His eyes scanned every inch of her body from the window 15 feet above, saving each and every bit of it to memories that he would resurrect constantly from that moment forward. 

 

As she finally sat up to slip on a t-shirt and come inside, it dawned on him what his step-daughter Nicole had turned into: every girl that wouldn't give him the time of day in high school. Oh sure, some of the popular girls eventually became casual friends with him, or would let him help with schoolwork because they knew he was smart, but they always saved their dates for the jocks, the rebels.  He would constantly wonder what it would be like to get that chance to experience sexual pleasure with one of these beautiful people, yet he knew he was destined to never come close. 

 

Through high school, college, and beyond, he was the nice guy, but always just a bit awkward.  As a result, he got used to never getting attention, and eventually never even sought it out anymore.  This is how a nice guy with a high-paying job, good looks, and a decent build remains a virgin beyond his 30th birthday.  Yes, Cindy would put an end to that shortly afterward, but now in his forties and arguably in the best shape of his life, he was feeling a combination of old feelings coming back and new ones coming on.

 

" Here I am", he thought to himself more and more lately, " CEO of a successful company, in good shape, with women always telling me that I'm a handsome guy, yet I've only had sex with one woman my whole life, my Cindy."  Usually that's where the mood of the thoughts turned to guilt, and he would force himself to think about something else.  Increasingly though, he longed for the experience of being a young guy experimenting with sex and different partners. 

 

No, that wasn't it either, if he was honest with himself.

 

Really, he just wanted to have sex with young girls, teenage girls and college girls.  Young, lithe girls with tight bodies.  Girls who weren't yet tainted by unwanted children the way Cindy had been.  Girls who didn't demand a promise of commitment in return for sharing their body.  Girls who didn't yet have the lines around the eyes and the extra mass around the waist that forever changed them from girls to women.  He wanted girls, and that want was only getting more insistent as Nicole turned seventeen, her breasts growing fuller and her ass getting a little more prominent and a lot sexier.

 

Still though, there was serious sin involved here, and some lines were just too hard to fathom crossing, not that his dirty mind didn't subvert his good intentions at every opportunity.  When he would have sex with Cindy, he would inevitably think about Nicole, either topless in the backyard, or the way her ass shakes in a way just short of a wobble when she walks, or the sight of her hard nipples poking through some of her thinner bras and tighter shirts.  To make matters worse, the mother and daughter looked just enough alike to allow him to keep his eyes open and maintain the fantasy.  That reddish-brown hair, smooth skin, and thin frame was a gift from God to the both of them; but of the two, Nicole was unspoiled perfection. At first it really bothered him, but he came to embrace them as a collection of potent thoughts guaranteed to finish him off quickly once they got going. 

 

Eric refused to consider these new considerations as evidence of a mid-life crisis, but his actions told a different story.  Between the daily workouts and the decision to trade in his Lexus SUV for a Porsche roadster, he was the picture of a man trying to regain lost youth.  Also, he created a new position within his office, the need of which was questionable, and promptly narrowed the candidates down to attractive women under the age of 25, and finally settling on Dawn, a 24-year-old paralegal who was tired of the law business, and otherwise met all of Eric's criteria both in physical attributes and professional qualifications.  However, between his hesitation to ever truly make a move on her and her lack of apparent interest in doing the same due to the long-term relationship she was always mentioning, he was forced to shift his efforts elsewhere.

  

A few months earlier, Nicole had become close friends with Shonna, a girl from her school that was in a class, as well as the spirit squad, with her.  Shonna wasn't conventionally pretty, but had an allure that caught Eric's attention right away.  She was half-black and half-white, with small breasts, a tiny waist, fit legs, and an almost unnaturally protruding ass.  Shonna was very nice and polite whenever she was around, even laughing at the bad jokes that he had a habit of cracking around anyone that she brought to the house.  They were study partners in a class they shared, and she would join the family for dinner on the nights that they would get together to do their schoolwork.  Shonna's father lived in a different state, and her mother worked two jobs, leaving Shonna alone most nights.  Eric told Nicole that her friend was welcome at the house whenever and as often as she wanted her there.  Within a week of that, she started staying overnight occasionally, especially after a game or on study nights. 

 

One Saturday morning, Eric awoke to the smell of bacon wafting up into the master bedroom and went downstairs to find that Cindy was making breakfast for everyone, including Shonna.  He hadn't seen them the night before, except as they passed quickly by the office upon returning from a party.  He tried in vain to get a good picture of what they were wearing, but only succeeded in locking eyes with Shonna for a brief moment.  He sensed a wildness, perhaps intensified by alcohol, and just as he started to smile she disappeared with his step-daughter behind the wall, leaving only the sounds of their footsteps behind. 

 

Everyone was downstairs in t-shirts and shorts, and the eggs and toast were almost ready.  Shonna's hair was pulled back into a ponytail, exposing the most beautiful, mocha-colored neck that Eric thought he'd ever seen. 

 

"What's wrong with me, noticing a 17-year-old's neck? I've really got to knock this off", he thought to himself.  All of this time focused on Nicole, who had grown into a nice, smart girl that depended on him to be a father not a predator, was unhealthy, and he realized that he'd better start appreciating what a gem he had in Cindy before he did something really stupid to jeopardize it.  It was during this realization, just minutes earlier in the shower, that he determined he would never again spy on his daughter, and prayed that God would grant him the willpower to follow through. 

 

"Dad, Mom and I have to go work at the church sale, like, right after breakfast...can you take Shonna home?", asked Nicole in between bites of toast.  She almost never ate more than a half slice of bacon and one egg, no matter how many times her mother would load her plate with 2 of each, plus toast and fruit.  Eric looked at Cindy.

 

"I know, we completely forgot about it until I saw it on the calendar when I woke up.  It's too late to back out now", she said flatly.

 

Eric had planned on taking Cindy to the beach this afternoon, and then return in plenty of time for Nicole's dance recital.  It was part of his plan to rekindle his romantic commitment to her.  It looked like that idea was out now.  

 

"Sure, no problem", he said, clipping his last word off with a sip of coffee.  "What happened to your car?"

 

"Oh it won't work, tried yesterday, but it won't start" she said while picking through the eggs on her plate.

 

"What do you think might be wrong with it?  Has it ever done this before?"

 

"I don't know, it just won't start", Shonna answered with a shrug.

 

"Will the lights come on?", he fired back, met only with a blank gaze and another shrug.  Realizing that he'd already gotten all the specific data that he was going to get, he dropped the line of questioning and agreed to take her home.  After another few minutes, Nicole ran upstairs to change, and then the both of them ran out the door, leaving Eric with a mess of dishes and a still-sleepy teen in his kitchen. 

 

"You mind if I get this mess cleared before running you home?", asked Eric, already grabbing plates and carrying them to the sink. 

 

"No, of course not, Mr. Stevens.   I'll help, it will go faster." 

 

They worked side by side, clearing the trash and clearing and rinsing dishes before putting them into the washer.  Eric looked down periodically to sneak a peek at Shonna's gravity-defying ass, which seemed to be stretching her shorts to their physical limits.  She never stopped working, but she noticed.  She knew she wasn't supposed to enjoy being leered at by her friend's dad, but she did enjoy the attention, so she couldn't resist a smile.

 

"So...how is school?" asked Eric, breaking the silence with the only appropriate question he could muster. 

 

"It's o.k."

 

"Do you and Nicole have a lot of friends?  You're the only one I tend to see these days."

 

"I guess so", she said.  "I mean, everybody likes Nicole, how could you not?  I'm just lucky she likes me as much as she does. She's great."

 

"What about a boyfriend?" 

 

"Me? Yeah, I have a boyfriend..."

 

"You don't sound too sure about him", said Eric with a chuckle, suddenly sensing an opening. 

 

"Well, I don't know...it's weird.  He's a good guy and all, but I kind of feel like I'm not really a priority for him", she answered in the upturned tone that usually is reserved for questions.  "He treats me okay when we spend time together, but then there's also his religion, and that's a separate subject...but I probably shouldn't say anything more."

 

"Aw, why not?  Are you embarrassed about something?"  Eric wasn't going to let this one go.  His powers of manipulation had always served him well, even though he wrestled with how to use it for good, not evil, and he now saw an opportunity to use it on a girl.  The angel on his right shoulder was now deaf and mute, he was only answering to the devil on his left.

 

"It has to do with sex!   You're my friend's dad! I don't think I can talk about sex with you, I'm sorry!"   Shonna laughed as she replied, smiling widely. 

 

"Step-dad", he playfully corrected, pointing the spatula at her before putting it into the dishwasher, marking the end of the cleaning exercise.  "Shonna, your secrets are safe with me.  I was a teenager too, not so long ago, you know.  So what's the sex thing?  C'mon, spit it out."

 

Shonna nervously curled her toes on one foot and wrapped it around her other one. 

 

"Well, he's really religious, and it's not like I don't believe in God or anything, but it's just not the same for me and I feel guilty sometimes.  Because he's so religious he won't have sex with me.  There, I said it, okay?"  Shonna turned beet red, and the nervous tics expanded to playing with the ends of her hair.  "Oh my God, I can't believe I just told you that", she said under her breath a beat later. 

 

"Oh, I see....well that's a real shame, I think" he answered matter-of-factly, looking her directly in the eyes.  "Beautiful girl like yourself, it's a shame he can't take that step with you.  What's the harm, really, anyway?"

 

"Yeah….you really think so?"

 

"Hell yeah, I think so", he answered, emboldened by her honesty.  "You're incredibly beautiful, and forgive me for saying so, but damn sexy, too."

 

Shonna's heart nearly skipped a beat as he said this. 

 

"Really?" she said, looking up at him coquettishly.   He saw that the window was open, now it was time to leap through it. 

 

"Definitely", he replied not even a moment later, approaching her and putting a hand on each hip, his fingers landing on the outer edges of her ass cheeks.  "I don't think there's anything in the world that would keep me from doing anything with you, if I was that guy.  What a fool he is."  Eric stood several inches taller than Shonna, but leaned down slightly as he inched closer to her, smelling her hair and contemplating a kiss on her neck. 

 

The tension in the air was palpable, and Eric wished more than anything that he could see her face, to gauge her reaction to this, but he knew that any movement backward might break the spell that he seemed to have her under, at least so far.  Then it was his heart's turn to nearly do an internal flip as he felt her hands come to rest on his waist before rubbing upwards and around his back.  Eric couldn't resist any longer the urge to touch that luscious ass that he'd stared at any chance he got since first being introduced to her.  His fingers bent slightly in to feel her skin give way, he reached all the way around and then below, gently cupping two handfuls and coaxing a whimper from Shonna.  He had a full erection threatening to burst out the waistline of his sweatpants, and the sensitive underside longed for friction.  He pulled her body into his with his hands from behind and he shuddered as his hard dick pressed into her belly through both of their clothes.

 

"Mr. Stevens", Shonna whispered through her quickened breath.  "I think I wanna go lay down." 

 

"You want me to go with you?", he asked, his hands once again exploring her glutes.  She knew she couldn't say yes, and that this wasn't right.  Still she wasn't quite in control of herself at the moment and wasn't sure why.

 

"Mmhmm" she replied in a whimper while nodding, breathing into his chest and afraid to look at him.  Eric pulled away from her, his cock springing free and poking outward against his pants, and led Shonna by the hand to the sunroom.  He sat down on a daybed and pulled Shonna to him, returning his hands to her ass and burying his face gently into her t-shirt.  She leaned forward into him and in another moment he lifted her up and let her legs wrap to each side of him as she rested in his lap, bringing her face to face with him.

 

Eric could see both the arousal and the fear in her eyes as she stared into his, nearly hyperventilating.  Taking control, he pulled her tight to him, feeling her pubis press into his hard cock.  Then he leaned forward and pressed his lips into hers.  To his ecstatic relief, she did not pull away, and he thought he might come just from the realization that he truly had her now.  Eric slipped his hands underneath her t-shirt and felt her warm, smooth skin, from the tight waist and just the hint of her ribs down to the gathering of womanly mass at the top of her hips and around the back.  Her hands gripped his head as they kissed, and he reached further up for her bra.  Only twice in his life had he released a girl's bra from her body, Shonna would be the third, and he hoped he remembered how.

 

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Nicole and Cindy were all set up outside the church with the yard sale items when they both realized that there would be no shade all day.  Nicole had the idea of robbing the patio table at home of it's umbrella and staking it into the ground.  Cindy weighed the 30-minute round trip with the prospect of sitting in the glare all day, and decided it was worth it.  Nicole sat alone with a glass of lemonade as the first customers wandered up, watching her Mom's SUV drive away.

 

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"Oh my God, you're so sexy," Eric said out loud, his hands running over Shonna's naked upper body, feeling her hard brown nipples and pressing his fingers into the soft flesh of her breasts.  Her hips were grinding in his lap, pressing rhythmically against his penis.  Eric gripped the waist of her shorts and panties, pushing them down over her ass, then lifted her up and laid her down on the daybed in order to pull them through her legs, leaving her naked and vulnerable as he crawled between her legs.  They shared another kiss for just a moment, his mouth impatient to taste the rest of her, his hands groping and mashing as his mouth kissed her body, savoring the taste of her skin, so different from Cindy's, the only one he ever knew.

 

She gasped, legs flailing as he bit down on her nipple, then released it and took most of her breasts into his mouth.  Lower he went, feeling the tiny hairs on her skin as he descended to her belly and then still lower.  Shonna's hands gently held onto his head as his chin felt the top of her pubic hair, so thick and wiry compared to Cindy's, and his nose caught the first scent of her pussy.  Again, a smell so different, so exotic, from that which he knew from his wife. 

 

"Oh no", she whispered again as his tongue felt the hot warmth before even making contact.  He pushed his pants down to his knees, freeing his cock so he could rub it freely against the bed while he tasted this sexy teen beauty.  Her hands tightened against his head and she gasped loudly as his tongue lapped over the top of her opening.  Unlike Cindy's it was deep brown on the outside with almost no 'lips' protruding from it, unlike the puffy and fleshy pink treasure that he'd known well for almost 13 years now.  He could see just the hint of the bright pink that waited behind the dark skin, and without another moment's wait, he sunk his tongue into it, causing Shonna to moan and thrash against him, pushing his tongue deeper into her.

 

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Nicole sat idly in the lawn chair as the third customer of the morning, all elderly ladies so far, thumbed through the old books on the table before going inside the church to look at the clothes and the household goods.  She knew she wasn't going to be happy squinting all day long, even under an umbrella, so she called her mom to ask her to bring her sunglasses before remembering that she'd left them at her friend's house the day before. 

 

"Mom, can you stop at Walgreens and pick up some cheap sunglasses, it's bright as fu-...heck out here and I left my good ones at Shonna's.....I don't care, just something cute, not too ugly....okay, thanks Mom!" 

 

Just then she saw a guy she knew from school getting out of a car with what looked like his grandparents.  Nicole had been blowing this guy off for months, yet he kept trying and trying to get her attention. 

 

"Oh lord, would this geek PLEASE turn down the cheese!" she would think to herself each time he approached with that extra bit of eagerness that gave his intentions away.  There is no social mercy in high school for those who try just a little too hard, and Nicole was no exception.  She prepared her wan smile for his greeting. 

 

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Eric was almost shaking as he kicked his sweatpants off of his legs and pulled himself up Shonna's body.  He was hyper-aware of everything around him, as if his mind has put him in a zone to ensure that he was fully present for this moment that he'd daydreamed and masturbated for hours about.  He could feel her smooth inner thighs rub against his legs as he crawled forward.  He looked down at her thick bush and the wet flesh below it, where his mouth had just been.  If he had learned anything from hours and hours of online porn, he was pretty sure she'd had an orgasm, and it was after that moment that his patience could hold out no longer.  He looked at her chest and her small tits, almost completely flat as she lay on her back, watching her breath rise and fall.  And finally, he looked at her face, her eyes closed, but her eyebrows raised and furrowed at the same time, making her look to be in heat and in a state of high anxiety all at once. 

 

He reached between his legs and positioned his cock, buzzing with sensitivity and anticipation, against the flesh of the opening.  She opened her mouth and gasped, recognizing the familiar feel of bulbous hot flesh seeking entry. 

 

" No, stop, we can't do this, Mr. Stevens", was the sentence that was about to come out, but it was replaced by another audible gasp at the last moment as Eric thrust himself into her vagina with a groan.  She tried to pull back but the motion was counteracted by his hands on her shoulders pulling her toward him as he pushed further, burying him cock fully within her before pulling out, then thrusting forward,  pushing a loud fart of air from her pussy as he came to rest against her pubic bone.  She laughed out loud from sheer nervousness as the sound rang out in the sunroom.  Eric smiled but for completely different reasons.

 

"I knew this would feel EXACTLY this good!", he thought to himself in self-congratulation as he watched his conquest from above, propping himself up on one arm while he squeezed her nipple and watched his dick disappear between her gorgeous legs, only to reappear a moment later.  Her face appeared to Eric as if the moment was almost too much for her, which it was, but for slightly different reasons than he thought.  With each thrust, which were getting harder and faster as he went, he pushed a whimper from the mult--racial beauty below him.  

 

He knew she must be popular, because Nicole was popular and he remembered enough from high school to know that popular girls are really only friends with other popular girls. He was getting what he wanted, what he'd fantasized about his whole life- if only the girls who didn't give him a second look could see him now.  Only he knew that they were older and wrinkly now, yet the mocha-skinned sexy thing in bed with him was pristine.   This moment was his revenge. 

 

"Oh my god, you’re so tight...oh fuck..." he said in a shudder, feeling a new angle as Shonna shifted her hips upward to meet his strokes.   Eric immersed himself in the feeling of her hot box, so wet and tight around his dick.   He watched the impact of his thrusts shake her body all the way up, pushing grunts from her lungs each time.   He felt her legs and feet cling to his sides and saw how tightly she was gripping the iron frame at the head of the bed.

 

His conscience crept back in within the sounds of wet sex and the squeaking of the mattress on the iron frame.  

 

You can’t get this girl pregnant, you’re a family man, for God’s sake! ”, screamed the voice in his head, the Christian man, the principled businessman.   He thought of his wife- what if she walked in right now?   Underneath him, the teenager was starting to grunt louder, eyes still closed, and Eric was unsure if she was enjoying this or not.   And then he started to go soft.  

 

“No, no, not now- fuck!”, he said out loud as he pulled out before he softened too much to fuck her any further.   Shonna sighed at the sensation of having her pussy vacated, the cool air swirling around the warm wet skin both within and outside of her tight folds.   He was desperate to finish, lest this entire conquest be for naught.   With both hands he gripped her hips and started to turn her, indicating that he wanted her on her knees.   No words were spoken- he was afraid to derail the thing entirely, and she was lost in a daze of pleasure and soon-to-be-crushing guilt.   Shonna struggled to regain her breath as she squared up on all fours, feeling Eric’s semi-flexible penis rubbing up and down her crack.  

 

“ Why am I doing this? Why is this okay with me, and why am I allowing it to feel so good?”, she asked herself, half-knowing the answer.   Her pussy was buzzing, and it would be dishonest of her to say that this wasn’t exactly what she’d hoped for.   She just didn’t think that he would go through with it, and fantasies are always safer when you think they won’t come true.   In this case, her bluff was called, and the collision of conflicting emotions left her unable to react in any way other than primal heat.

 

“ Oh this will do it”, Eric thought in relief, staring at her big, beautiful ass.   He studied every bit of it, the hints of stretch marks to each side, part of her body adjusting to being such a fine young woman, and the amazing contrast between there and her thin waist.   Faint tan lines marked the top of her crack and then again where bikini straps fasten around her back.   He wanted to sink into her again so badly, rubbing his sensitive head against her slit and then back up the crack, he was getting hard again.   She moaned out loud as he shoved his shaft back inside, pulling her two brown bubbles of flesh against him.  

 

Eric moaned as he watched the vibration thunder through her ass over and over, loving the crash of her darker skin against his.   This ass was his now, he was taking it!   He gripped her hips, taking a handful of soft flesh on each side, and pulled her back to meet each forward stroke.   It had worked; he was fully hard and in control once again.   She was moaning now as his dick was hitting her g-spot in just the right way- doggie style was the surest way to get her to orgasm, and she loved what he was doing to her now.  

 

Too bad he wasn’t listening- his mind started to wander, this time in a different direction.

 

He wasn’t really seeing Shonna’s ass anymore, he was seeing Nicole’s.   Mental snapshots of her ass while walking, while sunbathing, and of course that one time that she was roughhousing with Cindy on the floor and it stared straight up at him through tight pants, the faint line of a thong telegraphing through.   He pictured himself fucking Nicole, watching her white cheeks bounce off his body, knowing that she must be every bit as tight and juicy as Shonna was, and probably more.  

 

More thoughts of her: sunbathing topless, imagining himself on top of her, fucking her right there on the lounge chair.   He listened to Shonna’s moans, and imagined them in Nicole’s voice.   Oh how he wanted to fuck that sweet, pink pussy….and with that thought, he went over the edge.  

 

Snapping out of the fantasy of Nicole, he looked down to see himself buried deep in Shonna’s body as he flooded her pussy in the midst of his intense orgasm.   His eyes squinted and his hands squeezed her, grunting deeply, desperate to hold her still as he poured all he had into her swollen cunt, not accustomed to the tight grip around his head where it was spurting deep inside her.

 

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Cindy pulled into front drive, figuring that going straight through the house to the back patio was quicker than parking in the garage and snaking through the utility room and the kitchen.     She unlocked the front door and pushed it closed behind her as she strode into the living room.  

 

“Eric!”, she called out.   “Can you help me with something on the patio?”

 

“Honey?”, she called out again, after a short pause.   “Are you here?”   She stuck her head into the kitchen and then into the sunroom.

 

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Eric slowly thrust his spent cock within Shonna’s slick pussy and watched her ass quiver slightly, having just come down from an orgasm of her own.   His eyes were focused on his penis finally slipping free of her body when he heard the front door slam and his wife call out his name.

 

He quickly jumped off the bed, nearly collapsing on weak knees, and pulled Shonna down by the arm and led her around the back of the daybed.   They both crouched down, the tops of their heads still barely visible from the open French doors that led to the kitchen.   He heard her footsteps approach as she called out again, then held Shonna’s head down as he heard her approach the door, then mercifully walk away again.

 

Shonna’s whole body shook in a state of panic, held in a low crouch by Eric.   She wanted nothing more than to run away, clothes or no clothes, as far away from the situation as she could get.   She held her body up on the balls and toes of her feet, and looked down as a thick glob of semen dripped from her vulva, making a soft ‘pat’ sound on the wood floor as it landed.   She took her hand and felt her opening, bringing it away with yet more sticky goo.   The realization of what had happened cut through the remaining fog, and suddenly she regretted the past twenty minutes more than anything else in her life.  

 

The two of them listened silently as Cindy wrestled free the umbrella from the patio table set and then carted it into the house and back out the front door.   Finally, they heard the front door slam again, and she was gone.

 

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It was now 11:45pm in the darkened hallway outside Nicole’s bedroom.   Eric stood there silently, both listening to his step-daughter’s conversation and recounting the day’s events in his head.   The day had started so promising for his marriage- a prayer for strength and a possible trip to the beach for him and Cindy, but it took a hard left turn a half-hour later, and now there was no going back.  

 

It had taken him about 15 minutes to calm down a crying, anxiety-ridden Shonna after the close call with Cindy, but his powers of manipulation were able to salvage the situation, explaining to her on the ride home that there is nothing to fear, and anytime she feels neglected again by her boyfriend (which was sure to be soon), all she had to do was let him know.  

 

“There’s nothing wrong with us sharing our bodies with each other, it has nothing to do with who either of us dates or lives with”, he said, even stopping the car to look her in the eye for that extra aura of sincerity.  

 

Eric realized that he had too much to give now, and that it made no sense to keep eating the same meal every day, when there were so many exotic new foods to be had.   He had proven to himself that he had the power to persuade and seduce, and he would never forgive himself if he let those powers go to waste.   Besides, it was the thoughts of Nicole that invaded his mind even during sex with her best friend, sending him into maybe the biggest orgasm he’d ever had.  

 

“ Might as well go straight to the source”, he thought to himself, watching her uncross her legs, stretching them out toward the door, and him beyond it.

 

She looked beautiful, wearing only a pink tank top and a pair of blue silk panties, relaxing after her dance recital.   He could tell that she wasn’t wearing a bra, and her freshly painted toes shone bright pink in the overhead light of the room.  

 

“ It’s almost time”, he thought to himself while listening to Nicole wrap up her conversation with Shonna.  

 

His wife was fast asleep at the point, and all that was left was to fulfill his sexual destiny beyond that door.   Thoughts of his family, his faith, and his integrity raced through his mind, mounting a last minute challenge of conscience- it was decision time.

 

As Nicole hung up, Eric opened the door.

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