Three months later, Steff introduced herself. I’d seen her around at Mass from the very first time Alice and I attended church. She wasn’t difficult to miss. A tall blonde with legs that went on forever, piercing blue eyes and a perfect hourglass figure. She had identical twin eighteen-year-old girls, equally tall and equally blonde. It’ll come as no surprise that Steff was incredibly popular amongst the male members of the congregation, but less so with their wives. I was still in the early days and weeks of my Discipline and Love routine, so I stayed away from much contact with the other churchgoers, just hello and goodbye. So when Alice and I were sitting in our usual pew at the back of the church, ready for a quick getaway, there wasn’t a lot I could do when Steff slid along the polished wooden bench and introduced herself.

“Steffanie,” she said, with an outstretched hand. “Steff to my friends.”

“Jim,” I said, shaking her hand.

“I know,” she gave me a dazzling smile. “I asked around who that handsome man with the pretty daughter was.” She leaned out around me and said, “And you must be Alice.”

Alice shook her hand, and then Steff said, “And these are my girls, Amber and Jade. Amber is older by twenty-two minutes, but they’re both eighteen going on thirty.”

The girls matched their mom with dazzling smiles; it was almost enough to blind me. Luckily, the service started, and afterwards Steff and her daughters were surrounded by a group of men doing their best to charm the threesome, and that gave time for me and Alice to slip away. I looked back as we reached our car to see Amber whispering in her mom’s ear. Steff looked our way with a frown and shook her head. Whatever they were talking about was interrupted as a big man in a shiny suit sidled up to Steff and blocked her view of us.

Discipline for Alice became a weekly event. We would talk about the previous days, examine any issues she was having and punish her for them. A few swipes of the strap followed by the massaging of soothing cream into her hot flesh. Her skills with oral sex improved over the weeks, and she soon mastered the ability to overcome her gag reflex and swallow my cock into her throat. Alice’s party trick was to purse her lips around the eye of my crown and suck hard, pulling pre-cum and cum out like she was drinking milkshake through a straw. It was as close to agony as pleasure can get for me as I lay or sat with Alice holding my shaft and swallowing my cum.

In December, the church held several events to help homeless folks through the cold. That’s where Steff pinned me down as we walked out of church after Wednesday Mass.

“Are you volunteering this Friday?” she asked, tucking her hands into her pockets.

In the previous few weeks, she had gradually been teasing more and more conversation out of me. I didn’t want to sound like a misery, so, like an idiot, I said, “Yes, of course.”

Which led us to stand side by side, dishing out mashed potatoes (me) and boiled cabbage (Steff) to the unlucky recipients. She chatted away, telling me about her ex, her divorce, and her girls. She prised out of me how Louise had abandoned us, and spent a long thirty seconds staring at me in shock while a homeless woman waved her plate waiting for a ladleful of boiled cabbage.

“She did what?”

“What I said.”

“What a fucking bitch.”

I blinked. The homeless woman blinked. Steff looked like an angel, even wrapped up against the cold behind a trestle table and a pan of cabbage, so to hear language like that was a shock.

“Well, she was.” Steff slapped down the ladleful of cabbage and waved the woman away.

“It’s a long time ago,” I said. “I don’t like to talk about it.”

“Poor you.” She gave me a brief, one-armed hug.

We finished serving, cleaned up, tidied away, and I headed home, pleased to tick off my good deed for the year. It was the next day, around lunchtime, that the doorbell rang and I found Steff on my porch holding a plate full of cookies.

“The girls have had a mad baking session. There’s way too much, so I thought you and Alice might like a treat.”

“Thank you,” I stepped back as an invitation, and she followed me in.

“Alice about?” she asked.

“No, I mentioned last night she’s with a friend for a birthday pizza and movie.”

“Of course you did, I forgot.”

We walked through to the kitchen. “Coffee?” I asked.

The plate of cookies was on the table, and Steff was slipping out of her coat, revealing a form-fitting scarlet sweater above snug denim jeans. She wore her hair in a loose bunch, and the line of her neck and jaw showed little evidence of her forty-four years on the planet. She came and stood next to me as the coffee perked.

“I need to ask a question,” she said.

“Go ahead,” I tried a smile, worried about what was coming next. “I’ll try to be honest.”

“I’ve grown to like you over these last few months. You’re not like the other men who are always hanging around me. You know the type, married and looking for an affair or divorced and looking for a fuck.”

“Yeah…um…I guess I know the type.”

“Yes, so, I was wondering, are you interested in me?”

“Interested?”

“I’m not sure if you are playing hard to get. I’d thought a few times I’d made it obvious I was, you know, interested in you.”

“Oh.” I bought time by pouring the coffee and cream. “Sugar?”

“Jim?”

“I guess I’m out of practice,” I said. “It’s been Alice and me for so long I can be pretty dumb when it comes to relationship signals.”

“Try this for a signal,” she said, stepped close, and kissed me.

My hands went to her waist, just for safety’s sake; I didn’t want one of us to fall over. They stayed there, holding her as the kiss ended. She only moved back a fraction, her breath warm on my lips, her blue eyes searching mine for a response. As I’ve said, before Alice and I started our Discipline and Love relationship, it’s been years since I touched a woman. And Alice, bless her beautiful ass and tight pussy, is as skinny as a rake. Steff is a woman with curves and hollows and breasts that gently rested into my chest as she kissed me again. My tongue touched hers, my hands drifted from waist to hips, sliding around to draw her in. Her arms went around my neck. I breathed in her scent, kissed down her face to her neck.

“It’s been a long time,” I lied.

“I understand.” Steff was stroking the back of my head. She would know I was interested because my cock was hardening, and the way her body rested against me, she would feel it.

I lifted my head from her neck. “Steff…”

She silenced me with a kiss. “When does Alice get back?”

“Four o’clock.”

“That gives us two hours.” A hand that had been resting on my shoulder slid down my body and grasped the outline of my cock.

“Jesus.”

“No,” she said with a smile, “Steffanie, but I’m about to take you to heaven, so I guess there isn’t much difference.”

We got to my bedroom somehow. I lifted Steff’s sweater and sank my face into her cleavage, licked at her flesh as Steff released her bra and then took a fat nipple into my mouth. Then our clothing vanished in a haze of kisses, caresses and touches. Steff fell back on the bed as I kicked off my track pants, pulling at my cock to drag me onto her. She rolled me, straddling my legs and dipping her head to lick along my shaft.

“God, if I’d known you were packing this, I’d have had you in bed the day we met.”

She sucked the crown of my cock into her mouth, tongue wrapping around my flesh. I grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her up, kissed her hard and then twisted so she rolled under me. I feasted on her breasts, squeezing them together until both nipples could fit into my mouth. And then down, trailing kisses to her pussy, the lips spilling open and wet with lust. I opened her, tongued her, sucked my way up to her clit and lapped across and around it.

Steff was begging for more. I pushed two fingers into her, drove them hard and deep. Her body clung to them, her voice rose as I slid my tongue under her clit.

“Oh, yes, yes…”

My fingers fucked her, my lips and tongue teased her. Her orgasm lifted her pelvis and crushed her pussy into my face. My cock was aching, balls on fire, as I got onto my knees and looked down at Steff. She spread beneath me, skin flushed and sweaty. Before I could move, she reached and grasped my cock, pulling herself up and dragging me down. My cock spasmed as she licked across my crown before burying it in her cleavage.

Firm, warm flesh engulfed me. Steff cupped her breasts, sliding them up my shaft, working them back down. I couldn’t breathe as I saw my cock appear and disappear in the valley of her cleavage. Precum made the passage slick. I groaned, not wanting this to end but wanting to be in her, fucking her.

“Steff, please…”

She looked up, blue eyes sparkling. “Enjoying this?”

“You’re going to make me cum.”

She laughed, released my cock, and fell back on the bed. “Come on, then. Fuck me.”

Steff was wet and ready, easy to enter, and we both cried out in relief, our bodies finally getting what they needed. She was soft beneath me, breasts and stomach and thighs. We kissed as I thrust, my hands clawing at her to pull myself deeper. Those long legs wrapped around me, pulling me in. Her sex was hot and muscular, holding my cock before I pulled back. I drove in hard, Steff’s back arching, taking me with a cry of desire. I was lost in the fire, her body blossoming under me. Heat engulfed my cock, sweeping down to set fire to my balls.

She knew, the moment I thrust deep into her, that I was about to cum.

“Yes. Yes. Cum inside me…”

“Oh, god, Steff…” My cock fired into her, the wash of heat wrapping around my shaft. It triggered Steff, her body bucking to meet my last, wild thrusts.

“Cumming, cumming,” the words tumbled out of her as she clung to me.

Somehow, we survived, lying in each other's arms. I had a handful of one breast, the nipple hard in my palm. Steff’s hand was drifting up and down my back, a satisfied whisper of sound coming from her throat. I closed my eyes, happy to be in her arms, drifting on an ocean of contentment as I fell asleep.

##

“No. No. No!”

I awoke with a lurch of horror. My bedroom, my bed. Saturday afternoon. I recognised Steff lying beside me, her eyes as wide open in shock as mine. And Alice, outside the room but looking in through the open door.

Oh, fuck.

She vanished with an incoherent scream, and a moment later, I heard her bedroom door slam shut. That brought me fully awake. I rolled off the bed.

“Wait here,” I said to Steff. “I’ll speak to her.”

“I’ll come too.” Steff began to stand.

“No, it’s okay. It’s better if it’s just me.” I started for the door and then changed direction. It wouldn’t do for Steff to see me going naked into Alice’s room. I grabbed a dressing gown from a wardrobe, put it on and gave Steff a reassuring smile. “It will be fine.”

I didn’t bother knocking on the way into Alice’s room. I closed the door behind me and leaned against it. Alice sat on the edge of her bed, rigid with anger. She didn’t look at me as she said,

“Get out.”

“We need to talk.”

“No, we don’t. Just get out.”

“Alice.” I started across the room. “Steff…”

“Is a slut.” She looked up, eyes scathing. “She’s been throwing herself at you for weeks now, and you’ve been too dumb to see it. I guess she dropped by for a visit, opened her legs, and you fell right in.”

I took a breath. “Steff is not a slut.”

“Yes, she is.” Alice spat the words at me. “She’s probably fucked half the men at church and given the other half blow jobs.”

Now it was my turn to get angry. “Alice, don’t talk like that.”

“Fuck you.”

She’s wearing a baggy hoodie over a white t-shirt, and just as baggy jeans. I grab a handful of her hoodie and lift her off the bed. “Apologise. Now.”

“Why, for being the only honest person in the room?”

I turned her, and she took a whooping gulp of air as I flung her face down on the bed. The jeans just about hung off her hips, and one tug brought them down to her ankles. Panties followed jeans, and I pulled her back as she began to struggle. Her knees hit the carpet as I dropped alongside her. I put my left forearm across her shoulder blades and brought my right hand down hard on her ass.

Slap!

“Ow, fuck…”

Slap! Slap! Slap!

I pushed her face into the bedsheet to muffle her cries of pain.

“You don’t get to call Steffanie a slut or swear at me like that without getting punished.”

Alice struggled again, and I pressed into her, holding her lower body in place.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

“Mmmaagghh…”

I relax my grip, giving her a chance to take a breath, and she sobs between each heaving lungful.

“Maybe you’re the slut,” Alice says, twisting to look at me.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

 “You’ve got a fucking hard on.”

I look down. My dressing gown has parted, and my lower body presses into Alice’s bare thigh. I hadn’t noticed that, nor had I noticed my cock growing as it rubbed on her firm flesh. She reaches down and grasps it.

“Alice.”

“Slut.”

Slap!

She laughs. I let her turn and slip into a sitting position. She loosens the belt tie and pulls my gown open. Her hands are small enough that she can double up on my cock, and she does that now, pumping slowly with both hands as she looks up at me.

“I’m sorry I called Steffanie a slut.”

“Alice, stop, I need to go back and let Steff know everything’s okay.”

“You can’t go back in this state, Daddy.” Her head dips forward, and she licks my cock.

“Alice. No.”

She pulls my cock, and I have to go with her as she uses it like a joystick, guiding me to sit on the bed and kneeling at my feet. The dressing gown slides off my shoulders. I’m naked, hard, and my daughter is sliding my cock into her mouth, sucking me into her throat.

“Alice, please.”

She cups my balls as her throat works on the fat crown of my cock.

I hear a gasp. Not me. Not Alice.

Steff is standing in the doorway with one hand to her mouth. She’s wearing her sweater, and it clings to the curve of her breasts and the outline of her nipples. It reaches the top of her thighs, leaving the rest of her fabulous legs exposed.

Oh, god, no.

Alice doesn’t know Steff is in the room, she comes off my cock with a soggy plop, saliva and pre-cum spilling from her mouth.

“Oh, god, Daddy, I love your cock.” Her hands slide on my shaft, and I can feel the first stirring of my balls.

“Do you spank Alice?”

“What?” I’m confused by the question. Steff has closed the door and approached us.

“Do you spank Alice? I can see your handprint on her ass.”

“Yes.”

“Do you always use your hands?”

The situation is crazy. Alice has gone down on me again, and Steff is asking about spanking. I drag my mind into some kind of conversation mode and say,

“I usually use a leather strap.”

“Interesting,” Steff says as she sits next to me. “I use a cat o’nine tails on my girls.”

A stillness takes over the room. I’m staring at Steff. Alice has released my cock from her mouth and is staring at Steff.

“What?” I’m lost, totally lost.

“For their discipline. I whip them. You do use the Discipline and Love method, don’t you?”

“Yes.” Oh, my fucking god.

“And you show Alice some Daddy love, don’t you, just like I show Amber and Jade Mommy love after I’ve disciplined them.”

“Steff?” I can't believe what I am hearing.

“Don’t worry, we can talk about it later. Right now, Alice, I think you need to make your daddy cum.”

Alice smiles, purses her lips and sucks hard on the tip of my cock.

“Fuck, Alice, yes.”

“She’s very eager, isn’t she?” Steff is smiling at what she is witnessing. “Does she swallow?”

“Yes, yes, yes.” That’s one ‘yes’ for Steffanie and two for Alice.

“Good girl.” Steff leans over and strokes Alice’s hair. “You do love your Daddy, don’t you?”

“Mmm-mm.” Alice has me fully in her mouth again. She nods her answer, and the tremor goes right to the root of my erection. And triggers me.

“Alice, I’m cumming.”

She slides my cock back to the tip of her tongue, and then I’m filling her mouth with my cum, spraying into her throat as she works to swallow it.

“Fuck, fuck, yes.” I lean over and kiss the top of her head. “You beautiful girl.”

“Alice?” Steff slips from the bed to kneel beside my daughter. “Can you open your mouth?”

Alice does as requested, and Steff peers into the shadow.

“I can see some of your Dad’s cum on your tongue. Would you share it with me?”

Alice gives her a shy smile. They French kiss right in front of me, Steffanie sucking on Alice’s tongue to clean it of my cum.

“Delicious.” Steff hugs Alice. “Now, I’m sorry I fucked your Daddy without asking your permission.”

“That’s okay,” Alice says with a shrug. “I was just shocked to see you in bed together. And you’re not a slut.”

“Hmm, I’m not so sure about that,” Steff grins. “But you have some special love...