Drool ran down my chin as I suckled on my husband’s cock. I nursed on him with passion. He groaned, his hands gripping my red hair. His dick throbbed in my mouth as he grunted. I knew he was close to cumming.
Close to spurting all that jizz into me.
I danced my tongue around the crown of his cock as the naughty Sherry rammed all the beads into my asshole. The big one popped past my asshole. The vibrator churned up my pussy at the same time, stirred up by my daughter.
I burst in taboo bliss.
My orgasm swept hot through me. I groaned around my husband’s cock. I suckled hard on him as the buzzing washed through me. The pleasure swept over my mind and drowned my thoughts in such passion. Such wild ecstasy.
I quivered through the bliss, my cunt rippling around that naughty shaft buzzing away in me. I trembled there, drinking in all this euphoria as the bimbos kept fucking my holes. Stars danced before my eyes.
“Shit!” grunted my husband. “Linda! Oh, fuck, Linda!”
His cock erupted.
Salty cum spurted into my mouth. The jizz swirled around my taste buds. I groaned, savoring the heat of it. I gulped down the cum. I swallowed all the spunk, reveling in the wonderful jizz flowing down my throat.
My body quivered, my cunt on fire, as I gulped down my husband’s seed. I loved it pouring down my gullet into my stomach as my body trembled. The bimbos fucked my asshole and pussy with the toys while the waves of rapture washed through me.
“Daddy’s cumming!” Alice squealed. “Darth Mommy is defeated with cummies and orgasms and my vroom vroom swordy!”
“Yay!” cheered Sherry. “Darth Mommy is cumming and Daddy is cumming and I have cummies dripping out of my butthole! Woot!”
I trembled through my orgasm as I gulped down more and more of my husband’s cum. I suckled on him. He groaned at that. His face twisted with passion. I loved how he shuddered as I drank down his spunk. I swallowed every last drop of him.
She erupted one last time. My pussy writhed around the vibrator. My asshole quivered about the anal beads. I swallowed that salty load, my boobs swaying beneath me. I moaned around his dick, sucking hard on him.
“Damn,” he groaned as he pulled his cock out of my mouth.
“Oh, my fucking god!” I howled and reached between my thighs. I ripped the silver vibrator out of me. “You defeated Darth Mommy! Now she’s just Mommy! You saved her, Alice!”
“Asoka!” she squealed, like that name meant something to me.
Then she hugged me and kissed me, her arms around my lips. I groaned, melting into her. She had to taste her father’s cum on my lips. He stared down at us in awe, panting. Sherry hugged me from behind, the anal beads still in my asshole.
My orgasm died into wonderful bliss. I quivered as I kissed my daughter. Sherry nuzzled into my neck, smooching at me while her round breasts rubbed on my back. My husband panted as he stared down at us, his eyes wild.
“If we’re going to… to… do this,” said my husband. “We should do this!”
I broke the kiss with Alice. “Right, right! Girls, get some clothes on!”
“But Mommy!” they both protested at once.
“Now!” I snapped at them. They both squeaked and darted off. My husband went to get clothes, too. I grabbed my phone and swiped the screen. Both of the girls were nearly to Level 2. I then checked how many bimbo crystals it would take to get the third one.
Nine. And I had zero. But I could buy them and…
“Holy shit,” I said, goggling at the price tag for the largest bundle of crystals, a mere ten of them. This would not be cheap, but it was worth it to have that slut on her knees before me. I knew just the sort of bimbo I would make her.
* * *
Chris Cartwright
I munched on the last french fry from Burger King. We had hit the drive-through on the way to Keily’s house, all of us hungry and with no time for dinner. The two girls were in the back giggling as they wore crowns from the kid’s meal.
“Queeny Alice, you are so majestic and rainyent,” said Sherry. “Your raininess makes all the flowers bloom and look so pretty and cute!”
“Why thank you, Queeny Sherry!” Alice said.
Rainyent? Did she mispronounce radiant? God, bimbos were airheads.
My wife was sitting in the passenger seat of the family minivan. She was playing around on her phone. I slowed to a stop at a light near Keily’s apartment when my phone beeped with a text message. I pulled it out as I waited. I frowned as I saw an alert from our credit card company.
“Fuck me, Linda,” I breathed, glancing at my wife. “You just spent $475 on Happy Life Entertainment. What the fuck is that.”
“You want that skank secretary to be our bimbo-whore,” my wife said, fixing me with a hard look. It brimmed with jealous anger. “Well, it costs money.”
My dick throbbed and heart beat faster. Keily was gorgeous. A young and breathtaking woman with blonde hair and great tits. She always wore these skirts just a tad shorter than the other women in the office that fit about her rump in such an exciting way. She had perky tits that bounced beneath her silk blouses.
She didn’t seem to like bras, and with how perfect her breasts were…
My breathing quickened as my wife still studied me. “Well, let’s make her into a bimbo and have fun with her.”
Her anger melted into wry amusement. “Yes, yes, let’s get your dick wet in that little crush of yours.”
I turned off the main street and into an apartment complex. From what I knew, she lived here. We moved through the compound. It had two-story buildings, blue with white trim. The apartments all opened onto the outside with stairs leading up to the second floor to patios for two apartments. The buildings had a uniformity to them.
And there were a lot of them. A, B, D, F, G, H, I, M. The missing letters must have been off these spurs we passed. We had to get to Y. The complex rose a hill, the driveway zigging back and forth. It took forever to find her building.
“Y-203,” I said, spotting it. I pulled into a space that wasn’t covered, a guest space. I turned off the engine and climbed out. “Here we are.”
“Yes,” my wife said, gripping her phone. She had paid a lot of money for this. How did it work? This really made no sense.
She took the lead in the light-blue sundress she had donned. I knew she was naked beneath. Her red hair swayed around her shoulders as she walked up it. The giggling bimbos followed, still calling each other, “Your Majestic” and “Queeny” between their chortles.
My wife reached the apartment door, Y-203 written in brass letters on it above the peephole. She pounded on it hard. I arched my eyebrow in surprise at her vehemence. She waited a few seconds then beat on it again.
“Jesus!” Keily shouted from inside. “Holy your damn horses.” That didn’t sound like the sweet Keily I knew. “Fucking dicks.”
The door opened and Keily appeared. She wore a black miniskirt that hugged her thighs, the waistband of a red thong rising out from beneath the skirt to hug her hips. The black, transparent top showed off the bra she wore hugging her perky tits. So she did own one. She looked about to head out to party.
“Mrs. Cartwright?” she gasped and shot me an annoyed glance.
“Flirting with my husband has a cost, slut,” my wife hissed.
Keily rolled her eyes. “Fuck me, I’m not boffing your old, creepy husband!”
“Creepy?” I gasped.
“Yeah, creepy. How you fucking watch me strut around the office. Always staring at my ass and tits! Ugh, it’s disgusting! I going to file an HR complaint about it. Get your ass fired. Bang on my door! Goddamn, that’s–”
The anger vanished into this blissful, empty-headed joy. Something flashed on my wife’s screen. I caught a glimpse of what looked like progress bars before she turned her phone off by squeezing the button on the side.
“Ooh, ooh, ooh, Mr. Cartwright!” squealed Keily. “And your wifey! How neaty! Ooh, ooh, and look at me! I’m goin’ clubbin’. Yeppers! Goin’ tawlin’ for some big dick to fuck me!” Her eyes widened. “You have a dicky dick! Don’t you! Ooh, ooh, do you wanna fuck my naughty cunny? I just shaved it!”
“Fuck me,” I breathed.
“Yay!” the bimbo squealed, bouncing up and down. She went to throw herself at me, but my wife put caught her, hand planted between Keily’s tits.
“Not so fast,” Linda said, pushing the slut back into her apartment. “You don’t get to fuck my husband without paying the price.”
Her phone did this. Some app. That was insane. My dick was so hard as my wife pushed and pushed the slut back. The whore was shaking with excitement, her plump, red lips quivering. Her blonde hair swayed about her face. She was gorgeous.
“You have to eat my pussy!” My wife pulled off her sundress in a single go, tossing it on a coffee table along with her purse that held her phone. “Now!”
My wife moved around the bimbo and sank onto the couch. She spread her legs wide, her red bush dripping with pussy juices. The bimbo gasped and darted for my wife. She dropped to her knees and buried her face into my wife’s cunt.
She licked.
My wife groaned. A big smile spread on her lips. She squeezed her thighs around the naughty woman feasting on her cunt. A shiver ran through my wife. Her big boobs quivered. They jiggled back and forth as she loved the secretary eating at her cunt.
“Ooh, ooh, sexy fun times!” Alice squealed and darted past me. The moment she was in the apartment, the tight tank top she wore came off, revealing her small titties. Then she wiggled out of her hot pants.
“Yay!” Sherry giggled and hopped past me, ripping off her top. Her firm, round tits came out into view. She unsnapped her jeans to shove them off.