Kat was sitting at the kitchen table with an untouched cup of steaming coffee and a box of tissues at her elbows. I could tell as much from the sea of crumpled Kleenex as from the tension in the room that she had been crying for a while. I wondered if she’d even really slept.

“Kitty,” I said. But my voice was stiff. The pet name that I had once given her mother tasted foul on my lips.

She hardly looked at me when Agatha came out of the corner of the room where I hadn’t seen her. She was dressed as she had been the night before and I was sure that she hadn’t slept.

“Adam,” she said. “I was just finishing packing.”

I noticed the bag at her feet. And the other one.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m leaving you and Katherine is coming with me.”

Now I understood why Kat wouldn’t look at me. I thought I heard a stifled sob.

“No,” I said. “Absolutely not.”

“Daddy,” she said, “I have to.”

The look I gave her froze. I felt something break in my chest. Still, she wouldn’t look at me.

“Why, baby?”

The tears started flowing again. Agatha’s look was smug.

“We can’t do this,” Kat said. “It’s wrong. You know it’s wrong.”

Agatha smiled at me.

“We had a long talk,” she said.

I slapped her. Hard. Agatha’s knees buckled and she hit the tile—as much out of shock as anything else, I thought. I had never hit my wife before. She looked at me, cheek stinging red, with hurt a betrayal in her eyes.

“Daddy!”

I flinched at the reproach, but turned and grabbed Kat’s arm.

“Go to our room and wait for me there,” I said. Our room. I pulled her into me. “I told you it was going to be okay.”

She only nodded. The tears were gone, but there was something else in her eyes that I didn’t like.

“Put on your ring.”

She nodded again and left.

Agatha turned on me as soon as Kat’s back had vanished down the hall and we’d heard the snap of her door closing. The look in her eyes

“She is your daughter, Adam,” Agatha started. “You’re a sick man to think you can get away with this, to do what you did to that poor girl.”

“She is my daughter,” I said. “And she’s an adult and capable of making her own decisions.”

“Not where you are concerned,” Agatha said. “She’s told me things, things I wouldn’t have ever thought to hear. She’s wanted…this for too long to say ‘no’ to you.”

The thought of it roiled Agatha’s face and, for a moment, I thought she was going to cry.

“What’s so wrong about that, then? We love each other. That’s all it is.”

“That’s not all, Adam!” Agatha yelled. “You’re a sick man and you know it. You need to be away from her as much as she needs to be away from you. You need help. I’m helping you.”

“This is my house,” I said. “My daughter. What gives you the right?”

I had stepped in closer to her, almost without realizing it.

“I am your wife,” she said, holding her ground.

“I thought you wanted a divorce,” I said. “So, take it and go.”

“I’m not going to leave that girl here alone with you,” Agatha said. “To marry her and…”

“So, that’s it,” I said, stepping in deliberately now. Agatha matched me, stepped back into the counter. “You’re jealous.”

I could see it now. Where there was a hint of fear in Kat’s eyes now, there was a hint of betrayal in Agatha’s. They were both angry and confused. And then, Agatha opened for me.

Her arms, crossed under her breasts clutched the rim of the counter instead, her legs slightly splayed. She was older than Katherine or her mother had ever been, but in some ways their equal—blonde, fit, sweet to the point of naivete. I had always had a type. Age had silvered Agatha’s blonde and added some weight around her hips, but she was a beautiful woman still. As I gathered a sense of the way through, my pants grew tight.

“You’re disgusting,” she said.

My hand went to her throat and I felt the sharp intake of breath that meant I had her.

“You are my wife,” I said quietly, dangerously, and snaked my other hand to her waistband to pull her blouse free.

“Get away from me,” she said, unmoving.

And then, we were at each other. Agatha, pulling off my clothes as eagerly as she fought to keep hers on; me, searching her body, ripping, slapping, pulling, until I had her in rags bent over the counter and pressing myself into her. She was as wet and nearly as tight as Katherine had been when I first had her and as soon as my cock hit the depths of her pussy, all of the fight went out of her.

Agatha moaned and rocked back into me as I fucked her. I held her by the throat and by her large breasts and whispered in her ear.

“I had her right here once, you know,” I said. “Just like this.”

“I fucking hate you.”

But she only fucked me harder. I pulled her hair back until the back of her head rested on my shoulder.

“You love it.”

I felt her legs shaking, her breath coming harder and faster. She had been trying to stay quiet, worried, no doubt, that Katherine would hear us. But now, as her orgasm approached, she let out a little, restrained scream through her strangled throat.

I hadn’t been thinking about Kat at all since this mood came over me. With my daughter waiting for me in her room and my wife’s pounding against my cock, but now I wondered if this wasn’t what I had wanted from the beginning: control.

Agatha was straining against me, pulling away with her arms and pushing in tighter with her hips as though trying to force deeper and deeper thrusts—or keep me away and my cock close, as though the conflict in her mind became conflict in her body. I held her to me, fucking her hard and feeling my cum boil up to meet hers.

She went limp against the counter. And thrashed. And went limp again, then shivered away from me to the floor as she lost control of her legs. I stood over her, stroking her cum on my cock until it came: three white spurts to shoot across Agatha’s face, her tits, her belly. She took it, unflinching, staring up at me from the tile as the mood rolled off her and she felt what she had done.

“Let's go to the bedroom,” I said. 

I wasn’t satisfied. My cock was still hard and throbbing. I was high on control. I knew that I had her and I wanted more. But Agatha looked at me defiantly, chest heaving, refusing to wipe the smear of cum from her lower lip.

“Come on.”

She yelped as I took her by the hair and pulled her to her feet, but she offered only meek resistance as I marched her down the hall.

“I can’t believe you,” she said.

At the pair of facing doors—one to our marital bed, one to Katherine's. I felt her pull towards the master bedroom. 

“Not there,” I said.

I curled my fist into Agatha's hair and pushed her through Kat’s door.

“You sick–”

Katherine was sitting on her bed but she stood up as I entered with Agatha. Tears were running down her cheeks and her eyes were red from crying. 

“Daddy?” She said. “What–?”

“Come here, baby girl,” I said. “No, stop. Are you wearing your ring? Good. Take off your clothes for me.”

I could see the resentment in her face, but Kat did as she was told. First her top, and her perky little nipples over her growing belly. Then her pants. When she stepped out of her panties, I felt Agatha squirm. 

“Isn't she pretty?” I said. “Come here, show mommy how pretty you are.”

Kat stepped cautiously over to me and I pulled her by the neck into my face to whisper in her ear. 

“This is how it has to be, baby,” I said. “Remember Hunter?”

She nodded and let me kiss her long and hard. 

“Now her,” I said, passing my daughter into the restrained hands of my wife. 

At first, Agatha resisted, but Kat was sweet and gentle and their lips came together, and Agatha's hands, as though by instinct, were searching her over. 

She groaned with discomfort as I pushed her, at Katherine's lead, down to her knees. Kat took my cock in her mouth with vigor as she had done before so many times now.

“This is sick,” Agatha said. “This is wrong.”

Katherine helped me to plunge my cock down her throat. And then all doubts seemed to vanish. 

Finally, I pulled Agatha to her feet as Katherine took my dick again. 

“Do you see now?” I said. “This has always been her as much as me.”

“You’re both…”

This time, she abandoned the sentence herself, gripping me by the shoulders as Katherine pressed her tongue between her legs. 

I took them to the bed and pounded Katherine, letting her take long laps at Agatha’s pussy and watching her squirm with pleasure and guilt. 

I fucked Agatha again, hard from behind, while Katherine watched. All the while, I asked her to confirm what I already knew.

“You like it? You like it?”

She let out a string of abuse, hatred, threats—but she fucked me with as much vigor as she always had. I fucked her harder and harder until, with shaking legs and Katherine's tits cupped in her hands, she was forced to admit, “Yes, God, yes!”

When I came, it was all for Katherine. 

We laid in the afterglow of late morning in silence for a while, Kat falling peacefully asleep on my chest, Agatha curled into my other arm. Finally, Agatha rolled over, away from the two of us. She sat up on the edge of the bed. 

“I can't believe I did that,” she said. “I can't believe it.”

I slipped out from underneath Kat and put my arms around her from behind. She didn't pull away. I kissed the hollow of her neck and felt her shiver. 

“You liked it.”

“I hate you.” She said it like she used to say she loved me so I knew it was true. As I slipped a hand between her legs to feel her wetness, I also knew I was right. 

I clenched my other hand around her neck and pulled her in. 

“Hate me if you want, but you're in this now,” I said dangerously. I felt her nod. “You won't say anything to anyone.”

She shook her head. She squirmed, not against the hand at her throat but the hand on her pussy. I pushed them just inside her until she exhaled. Then, I tightened my grip. 

“Do you still want a divorce?”

She shook her head again. I eased up and let her breathe, but only for a moment. 

“Good girl,” I said. “Now, here's how it is: she is my wife as much as you are. I love her and she loves me. I have one relationship with you and one with her. And you stay out of it. You can hate me. You can stay here. You can be my wife. But you stay out of Katherine's life. Got it?”

She nodded as I knew that she would, and I thrusted my fingers deeper inside of her, feeling her struggling to moan around the fingers on her throat. 

With that, I had both of them. It wasn't what I had set out for, it wasn't what I had wanted. But I had it now. And I wouldn't let go. 

“Good. Kat's sleeping now,” I said, looking down at her cradling our baby in her belly. “Give her a kiss to show you mean it.”

 I let Agatha go and, dutifully, she placed a gentle kiss on the girl's lips. 

“No,” I said. “Not there.”

Agatha looked up at me with guilt and desperation. She moved down Katherine's body.