“That’s right. I was already pregnant when I started dating you, Carl. And Jordan is not really your daughter. She’s Rico’s.”
At this point, I was once again in total shock, despite the fact that Sally had finally confirmed something that I had long suspected.
You see, our daughter, Jordan, had turned out looking quite different from her brother, Jake–to the point where the two of them really didn’t look like brother and sister at all. Jordan, who had recently made that drastic leap from tween to teen, had brown eyes and much darker skin than Jake. And most-notably, Jordan was lacking that characteristic, thin-bridged, European-style “ski nose” that the rest of her immediate family members–including myself–all possessed.
On the other hand, Jacob, who was named after Sally’s father and was two years younger than Jordan, had the same type of piercing sky-blue eyes that Sally had. And Jacob–or Jake, as we always called him–had definitely turned out to be the spitting image of his mother, albeit a male adolescent version of her.
While I was still in shock over this latest piece of “unexpected news” from Sally, I just stood there with my mouth wide-open, as I watched Rico reach down between my wife’s legs, and start feeling out her panty-covered pussy. And at that moment, I was thankful that her plain white panties had a wide, full-coverage crotch panel.
The worst part was that Sally responded by spreading her legs apart, as well as tilting her pelvis back, to give Rico easier access to her panty-covered pussy mound.
Meanwhile, poor Henry was still standing across the room, at the foot of the hotel bed, quietly watching all this craziness that was taking place right in front of him.
“Jesus, Sally! If this guy date-raped you against your will, why did you invite him over here to fuck you tonight?” I asked her.
“Because I’ve forgiven him since then. That’s why. And besides, no matter how I may feel about Rico as a person,” Sally replied, and then took a moment to reach over and deliberately place the palm of her hand against the front of Rico’s crotch, and she began slowly rubbing her hand up and down his bulge, before adding, “His sexy Mexican dick and his sperm will always be the very first dick and sperm that I ever had up inside of my pussy. The bottom line is that I want Rico to get me pregnant again, if he can. But this time, I wanna enjoy the whole experience.”
Sally had just said all this to me, as if she were discussing the weather with me, or some other mundane subject. It only served to piss me off even more that she was being so nonchalant about everything.
“What the fuck are you talking about, woman?” I prodded her. “You’re on The Pill. There’s no way Rico can get you pregnant tonight–even if he wanted to.”
“Yeah, about that…” Sally said, slowly shaking her head and biting her lower lip for just a moment before admitting, “I stopped taking The Pill about three months ago, Carl.”
“You what? So then I’ve been fucking you for the last three months, without you being on any form of birth control?” I asked, totally flabbergasted by what my wife has just confessed to me.
“Yep,” Sally calmly replied, as if it were no big deal, and then said to me, “Pretty cool, huh?”
“No, it’s not cool to mislead me about something as important as that,” I complained, even though I knew that it was way too late for my complaint to do any good. “So then what you’re telling me is that you’re still not using any birth control right now?” I asked Sally, just to verify everything I had heard so far.
“Of course not, Silly. Why would I be using birth control, if I’m tryin’ to get pregnant with Rico’s baby?” Sally asked, with a very puzzled look on her face. “In fact, I took my basal readings yesterday morning, and I’m positive that I just ovulated. And so I should be nice and fertile right now.
“Does that turn you on, Rico?” Sally asked Rico, in an overly-sexy tone-of-voice.
“Oh hell yes, Chiquita! Muestrame tu panocha ahorita, Puta!” Rico replied, ordering Sally in Spanish to show him her pussy right now, and then calling her a whore at the very end of his sentence.
While Sally continued standing there, with her legs apart and her pelvis tilted back, Rico pulled the crotch of her panties over to one side, and held it there with his left hand, so that he could begin feeling out her baby-bare pussy mound with the fingers of his right hand. And it didn’t take long before Rico stuck his middle finger up into Sally’s vagina, and began finger-fucking her.
That brought out an instant response from Sally, “Rico, what are you doing? You don’t have to be in such a hurry, Sweetie. We’ve got all night.”
I felt backed into a corner. I was looking for any way out of this mess. I sure as hell didn’t want to watch my wife’s ex-boyfriend from high school having sex with her, right in front of me, and possibly getting her pregnant–for the second time.
And that part really freaked me out! It was just too much to process, in too short of a period of time. Not only had I just found out that the person who I had assumed all these years was my daughter, really wasn’t. But I had also just been told that my wife wasn’t a virgin when we first met, like she had led me on to believe all these years; and that I wasn’t the one who took her virginity. Rico was.
Not only that, but I was furious that Sally, that conniving little cunt of a wife, was in total control of everything right now. So I figured it was high time for me to buck it up and act like a man, and take back control of this entire runaway situation.
I quickly decided to use the most “lethal” and effective weapon that I had at my disposal: money. Money was something that I had plenty of, thanks to Blakeley Securities, the successful investment securities firm that I worked for.
Mind you, even though the salary and commissions that I made as a stock broker were more than adequate to provide one with an upper middle class lifestyle, that’s not how I became wealthy. Instead, I had managed to amass a small fortune over the last decade by following my own investment advice, when it came to picking the right stocks, and knowing when to buy them, but more-importantly when to sell them.
Of course, my wife knew that we were fairly well-off financially as a family. But she had no idea just how wealthy we actually were. And I made sure to keep it that way too, because I didn’t want Sally squandering away our fortune on over-priced clothing, and designer shoes and purses, and other lavish stuff like that. In hindsight, that decision to keep my wife in the dark when it came to our true financial wealth turned out being a penny-wise and pound-foolish decision on my part. And it ended up costing me dearly. But we’ll get to that part of the story eventually.
For now, what you need to realize is that I knew exactly how to use money to get what I wanted, because I had been doing just that for many years.
“Rico, I’ll give you $200 cash right now,” I said, reaching in my back pocket to pull out my wallet and open it up, “if you take your hand out of my wife’s pussy, and another $200 on top of that, if you leave this hotel room right now, and don’t come back. Deal?”
Rico thought about my ‘offer’ for a while, obviously taking his sweet time, as he continued to finger-fuck Sally’s vagina.
“Make it $600, and you’ve got a deal, Boss,” Rico finally said.
“Okay, there ya go,” I said, as I was pulling the bills out of my wallet, and counting it out into the open palm of Rico’s hand. The same hand that had just been finger-fucking my wife’s bare pussy.
“Now, take your $600 and get the fuck out of here!” I barked at him. “My horny bitch of a wife needs to fuck a black guy, just like she promised me she would.”
Rico opened the hotel room door, and dashed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
“What’s the matter, Darling?” I asked Sally, as I was locking the dead bolt on the hotel room door again. “Cat got your tongue? Or are you afraid of having a black guy’s baby, instead of that little Hispanic baby you were wantin’?”
“God damn it, Carl! I wanted Rico to fuck me. Not Henry. I just got done tellin’ you how I really feel about havin’ sex with a black guy. I find the whole idea of it disgusting. Besides, Henry’s gay. I already told you that too.”
“Yeah, well, I’m callin’ the shots now. So shut up and cooperate, you fucking cunt-whore! Take your bra off,” I told Sally. And she just stood there, giving me a blank stare.
“Now!” I barked out loudly at Sally. “I want Henry here to see what your little titties really look like.”
Sally unclasped the tiny hooks at the back of her bra, and dropped it down onto the floor near her feet. The padding in the bra’s cups was so thick that the bra still maintained its shape perfectly while lying on the floor.
While I was looking down at the bra on the floor, I shook my head slowly and said, “Sally, you ought to be ashamed of yourself for trying to fool men by wearing a padded bra like that.”
“It’s not like other women don’t do it,” Sally said defensively.
“Yeah, but that still doesn’t make it right. Now take your panties off!” I ordered, and Sally pulled her panties down and stepped out of the legs holes, leaving her crumpled-up panties on the floor, right next to her padded bra.
“Okay. Now get up on that fucking bed, get on your back, and spread your God damn legs apart, just like the little whore of a wife that you are!”
“Like this, Daddy?” Sally asked, seamlessly switching to her soft, high-pitched, little-girl-voice, as she was doing exactly what I had just ordered her to do.
“Yes, just like that, Sweetie,” I praised her, abruptly changing my response to a more fatherly one. “Now can you ‘put on a show’ for me and Mr. Henry here? And don’t take your hands off your peepee until I tell you to. Okay?”
“Okay, Daddy,” Sally replied, and then placed a hand on each side of her pussy crack and pulled it wide open to plainly display the tiny, circular opening that was her urethra, before asking, “Mr. Henry, do you like my peepee?”
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