Corrective Action

Part 1: Friday Morning

“Thump.”

“Click.”

That is the sound of the door closing behind Pacer Jenkins as he departs for work. Pacer is my husband of fifteen years. He is not tall, muscular, or gorgeous. Matter of fact he is fairly short, a little pudgy, and attractive in a mild mannered way. He is a good provider, friend, and lover.

As a lover he is beyond good; he is fantastic. He always pays attention to my needs to ensure I achieve orgasm in one way or another. Simply put, Pacer is a good fuck! He uses his hands and mouth in ways that leave me quivering. As for his cock, I love his cock. It is almost 7 inches long with a diameter that is enough to fill my pussy, but not over-stretch my ass.

In Pacer’s mind this morning everything is wonderful. He has a great job, beautiful wife (if I do say so myself), one talented child, four dogs, a new BMW, and a large comfortable home. What Pacer does not know is he is in big trouble. He is unaware of four items of information that will change his life:

1. Caitlan, his wife (me) is aware he has a secret mistress.

2. Gina, the mistress knows he has an unannounced wife.

3. Wife and mistress have spoken on the phone, met face to face, found much in common among them, decided they like each other, and have taken each other as lovers.

4. Wife and mistress are pissed about Pacer’s actions, and payback is looming.

Pacer has taken mistresses and lovers before. Sexual faithfulness is not an issue between us. I have taken lovers, male and female on many occasions, alone, or in his presence. The difference this time is secrecy. For some reason Pacer elected to keep his relationships to himself. Those omissions require explanation and behavioral correction, also known as punishment. As of this morning the form of punishment is planned, but there is room for flexibility.

Today is Friday of a three-day weekend; a weekend Pacer will never forget. Gina and I have a plan for the weekend we feel will get Pacer’s attention. By Monday night he will love or hate us, but he will never again tell either of us a lie.

There is much to do before Pacer returns this evening, but not so much that I cannot take time to release some sexual tension. In my mind I recall the last time Gina, and then Pacer and I had sex. Just the thoughts make my juices begin to flow. My nipples rise and I gently caress them with my palms then pinch the ends between my fingertips. An electric jolt flies through my body resting in the area of my cunt.

Rubbing and stroking my tits continues to stimulate my body. More and more juices soak my pussy lips and the surrounding area. Gradually, my right hand moves to the small patch of pubic hair at the top of my pussy crease. I always enjoy the smooth feeling of a shaved pubic mound; even my own.

I slide my fingers along the outside of the right pussy lip then back up the left side; never entering my hole, or touching the clit. Lightly, round and round my fingers move spreading the wet throughout my groin until I move the fingers to my mouth for a taste; sweet, so very sweet. This is one flavor of which I never tire; pussy juice in general, but mine in particular.

Both my hands move to that central apex of pleasure; pressing, caressing, and at last the left index finger enters. As it circles expanding the opening I experience a mini-orgasm. It is only the first, but bodes well for a most pleasurable experience.

While probing with my left fingers the ones on my right seek out the nerve nexus of the clit under its hood. Mine is visibly very prominent, and very responsive to tactile stimulation. On contact a series of ever-increasing mini-orgasms begins. They continue as I rub and probe with determination to reach the top of Orgasm Mountain. The top is the goal, but not too fast; might as well enjoy the climb.

Higher and higher my body reaches. The images of Pacer then Gina fuel a superlative trip. So tense is my body that I arch so only my heels, shoulders, and head remain on the mattress. Never missing a beat I strum the strings of my own orgasm until at last:

“Oh GOD, I’m cummmmmmmmmming!” then silence as no sound can escape past my lips. Collapse.

“Mom, are you okay? Mom! Mom!”

I look up into the face of Sandra, my eighteen-year-old daughter from my first marriage. She is a beautiful girl both in face and figure. Unbeknownst to me she is also a very sexual creature. That is not surprising as I am a hot bitch.

“Yes, I’m fine.” I respond as I gradually become aware of my condition; naked on my bed, legs spread, and hands glued to my crotch. No sense hiding at this point, besides she is female so there is nothing she has not seen before.

“I heard you scream, rushed over, and you were passed out. Why?”

I sat up, thought a moment and decided it was time to have a talk. “Sandy, we’ve talked about sex. This is just an aspect of sex; sex with self. Don’t you masturbate?”

“Of course, but I’ve never heard of anyone passing out over a cum. You must have a very good imagination.”

“Yeah, it was good, very damn good! Do not ask me what. Go create your own dreams.”

“Mom, do you mind if I check something on you physically? I’ve never felt a shaved pubic area, and I can’t imagine how wet you are.” Without waiting for my approval Sandy reaches out and rubs her hand over my mound feeling the smoothness, and then delves into the area between my legs. I do not stop her, then I do not want to stop her. She gently rubs with one hand then shifts to the other while she licks the juices from the first.

“You’ve done this before?”

“Yes, but this is the first time with a relative. I like it! I hope you do because I am going to eat you.” Sandy slinks down between my legs, grasps behind the knees, then raises and separates to expose my most private area. I offer no resistance. I simply await the pleasure.

It is not long in coming. Maybe a better description is I am not long in cummming. Sandy presses her face into my groin, and does things with her lips and tongue that are similar to Pacer. I do not dwell long on that comparison as Sandy brings me rapidly to the apex of an orgasm. I scream, but this time do not go black.

As the sensations recede I feel Sandy shift her body to position her cunt directly above my face. This is wrong, but I do not care. Pleasure is all that matters, and now it is my turn to give. With arms circled around her hips I draw my face into her pussy. The flavor is similar, but not the same as mine. It is just as sweet, and flows in the same copious amounts as it drips from her hair. Sandy is unshaven. This is not my preference, and I am a bit surprised as she is obviously sexually active, but I am not going to allow a little hair to interfere with a good pussy lick.

With a strong roll we reverse our position, and Sandy relaxes to enjoy the pleasure her mother delivers. I lick, suck, probe in every way I know, and Sandy rewards my efforts with orgasm after orgasm until at last she pushes me away.

“God, Mother, you are fantastic. I can’t take anymore right now, but I intend to experience you again.”

“This is morally wrong, but I also want more. However, there are some rules. No one must know, so it is only when we are alone, and you have to shave that pussy. I hate hair between my teeth.”

“Okay to the shave, but I think your friend wants to play.”

At the door stands Gina, eyes closed, with one hand on a tit while the other rubs her clit with a vengeance. In just a few moments she tenses, moans, and relaxes to slide along the doorframe to the floor where she crumples like a relaxed blob.

“That was hot ladies. I don’t know who you are little one, but unless there is objection I want to play.”

With hesitation I explain to Gina the relationship between Sandy and I. With equal trepidation I explain my relationship with Gina, and why she is here. Both, in turn, look incredulously at me not believing my words, but at last accepting incest and infidelity as part of our family. We talk awhile about both points, and what is planned for this weekend then Sandy speaks:

“Mom, I don’t care about the taboo surrounding us. You are great at sex, and unless you forbid it I want more. As for Dad (her real father died when she was young) I want to help. I have a couple of paybacks for him. Will you let me?”

“Explain yourself.” She does. We listen. She becomes a partner, and then we three play some more.

Part 2 Friday Evening



At six, right on time, Pacer’s car pulls into the garage. The game begins.

“Caitlan, Sandy I’m home. Where are you?”

No sooner than the words are spoken than Sandy rounds the corner and throws her arms around Pacer in a very friendly greeting. It might appear just a father and daughter, but Sandy knows how to use her body. She understands a push here and there will arouse any man.

“Dad, I’m so glad your home. We have company. Mom says for you to change into your swimming suit and join us by the pool.” She disengages her arms and jumps away from him. “How do you like my new suit? Mom almost said no, but I am 18 so she agreed.”

Before Pacer’s eyes is his little girl, but she is not a little girl any longer. Somewhere along the line Sandy became a woman and now stands in front of him in the tiniest suit he can imagine. It is so small that no amount of shaving can prevent hairs from showing, and Sandy isn’t shaved. His erection blossoms to full rigidity.

“A bit skimpy don’t you think?”

“That’s a dad talking, but I can she what you think as a man. This is exciting. You have a hardon because of me. Wow!” She again hugs him rolling her hips and breasts into his body inflaming his arousal further. “But Dad, this is not the first time you have gotten hard watching me is it?” She whispers in his ear and runs away.

No, this is not the first erection he has experienced because of Sandy. Pacer is guilty of observing her when she is unaware. He has seen her shower and dress many times over the years, but of late his cock jumps at the thought of seeing her young nubile body. Apparently, his actions did not go unnoticed.

He goes upstairs to change clothes wondering who is visiting. Clearly, it is a surprise and someone he doesn’t know. Why else the secrecy. On his bed is a new Speedo style suit, which he will have difficulty wearing until his erection subsides.

By the pool Sandy relates to Caitlan and Gina the events at the door. She is beaming with pride at her feminine ways with an older man. Eighteen, gorgeous, almost naked; what heterosexual male could resist.

With the news bulletin delivered, Caitlan and Gina take their positions; Caitlan at the far end of the pool facing the house with Gina’s face buried in her pussy. Sandy relaxes casually in a lounge chair near by. Caitlan sees Pacer peer through the window and whispers a commentary.

“He’s at the door looking. There, now he sees me, but not you. He is coming out, walking toward us, and his mouth just fell open. He’s confused. He doesn’t know how to react. There’s the cool attitude. Keep up the licking.”

Gina is very busy at Caitlan’s pleasure portal. This is a show, but she is not about to allow either of them to miss an opportunity for pleasure. She whispers: “I’m doing this for real so hang on for a ride.” She intensifies her efforts sucking and tonguing all the parts of Caitlan’s vulva, and Caitlan responds. It is as if Gina can see Pacer’s approach as she drives Caitlan toward climax. Just as Pacer crosses the 10-foot line she uses her teeth to nibble on Caitlan’s clit, and sends the woman into orgasmic bliss.

“Caitlan, having fun? I’m confused, when did you start allowing Sandy to observe? Is this a good idea?”

Caitlan hears his questions as she regains her composure following her orgasm. She is in that after-glow period, but also on a high about what is to come.

“I made that decision this morning after she met a mutual acquaintance of ours. I believe you know Gina.”

Gina turns and glares at Pacer as he steps back in shock. A mask of panic covers his face. In his stumbling to retreat he trips over a lounger and falls to the ground. Before he can recover the women surround him each with a glare of disdain and disgust on their face.

“YOU LYING PIECE OF SHIT! ACTUALLY THAT IS AN INSULT TO SHIT! YOU ARE LESS THAN SHIT!” Caitlan yells.

Pacer begins to sit up, but Gina places her foot firmly in his groin increasing the pressure as she speaks: “STAY RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE FUCK-WAD! YOU’VE HAD YOUR WAY FOR THREE YEARS, BUT NOW THESE BELONG TO US!”

“Daddy, you might gather they’re a bit pissed at you. Can you blame them? You best be thinking real quick how you’re gonna explain this little cock-up. Consider yourself lucky Dad. The original plan, which remains an option, was to place all your stuff on the front lawn with a big sign labeled “homosexual cocksucker.” However, we are going to allow you to explain. We may allow you to redeem yourself.

GODDAMN, DAD! You are amazing. Here you are in the biggest crisis of your life and you’re ogling my tits. That’s exactly why I’m a player. You spied on me you asshole. I saw you lots of times watching me dress, or shower. Did you enjoy the beat-off session last week? I’m in this for payback. My alternate persona is a cold, mean, vindictive bitch who loves to get even.”

Caitlan speaks calmly: “Pacer, you have a choice. Listen carefully.

Option One: If you agree to perform ANY task, and accept ANY punishment we decide over the next three days you may remain with us in your expected role, but with some rule changes.

Option Two: you can walk out the front door never to return, or see any of us again. We will not embarrass you as Sandy described.

There are NO other options. If you accept number one, but fail to perform as agreed we will evict you in a very unpleasant manner. Just in case you are thinking you can macho us we have some manly backup. Take few minutes to consider your answer. DO NOT MOVE FROM THIS SPOT!”

What is a man to do? Pacer loves all three women, but the ominous nature of option one is terrifying. He is not a strong man, and has a very low threshold for pain. Option two is just as terrifying, but in a entirely different way. What is a man to do?

“What’s your decision?” Caitlan asks.

“One! I’ll {gulp} take option one.”

“Good. Make sure you understand. If we say eat dog shit you better find some and eat it. Anything within your physical capability. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand.”

“Pacer, dear” Gina adds seductively, “If you cum without our permission this weekend the deal is off. If your cock squirts one drop before we say so you are out the door. That is your primary directive for this weekend. Still want option one?” Pacer nods yes. “Go to the large shower and wash yourself. We will join you shortly.”

A proud, hairy, manly man is Pacer. It distresses him as Caitlan and Gina, wearing their tiny bikinis remove every hair on his body from the neck down. He looks like a furless teddy bear. Distress or not, two women caressing his body arouses him greatly. His erect cock aches, but the only time there is a touch near it is when a straight razor is nearby, very scary.

Next destination is the small bedroom where he finds a French maid costume including hose, heels, and silky thong underwear. He swallows and dresses after which Gina applies makeup and a very sensual wig. The outfit is complete, but for what? The answer is embarrassment, of course.

While the shaving is progressing upstairs a small group assembles at poolside. This group is composed of two men, two women, two Great Danes, and Sandy. Each of these individuals will play an active role in Pacer’s period of retribution.

As he arrives at the patio he hears Caitlan speaking with disdain in her voice: “Everyone, here is our guest of honor and hostess for this evening. She will gladly provide any, and I do mean any services you need.”

As she walks away she loudly whispers to Pacer: “Don’t forget your primary rule.” He thinks back, remembers, and realizes the danger he faces.

For the better part of an hour Pacer busies himself serving drinks. Not too many people speak to him. The few that do speak offer no sympathy. He is fully alone, and the butt of their amusement.

At the far end of the pool Caitlan, Gina, and Sandy meet to discuss the next move. At the moment it seems like any small party. Something is needed to light the fire. With a devilish gleam in her eyes Sandy says: “Mom, you like hairless pussy. Do you think it’s time for Daddy to shave mine?”

Without Pacer’s knowledge they assemble materials and gather around the large patio table. Sandy lies comfortably on the table naked from the waist down with her legs spread wide. Several people block Pacer’s view of what is happening until he is presented with the sensuous scene.

“Pacer, Sandy needs some grooming. Remove all that unsightly pubic hair.” Caitlan directs.

Two problems immediately arise for Pacer. One is keeping his hands steady. The other is a further hardening cock bent in such a way it tries to fuck his ass.

With a washrag Pacer applies the very warm water to Sandy’s groin. He makes sure everywhere is wet and as soft as possible before he squirts shaving cream into his hand. There is no way to do this without touching her eighteen-year-old pussy. He begins to rub spreading the white foam over just her pubic mound. His plan is to do one area at a time. Using an old-fashioned straight razor Pacer gently slides the blade edge downward from Sandy’s navel toward the top of her pussy lips. The hair slips from her body with ease. With ten strokes the top portion is done.

Now the most difficult task he has ever undertaken begins; he must shave his daughter’s pussy lips and the only way to do that is to grasp one in his fingers and stretch the skin taut. This he does and carefully continues with his duties. There is no way he can do this without contacting her clit and cunt hole, and each touch excites both he and Sandy.

The excitement that began simply with the thought of someone shaving her pubic hair grows with each movement of Daddy’s hands, and each stroke of the razor. His fingers stretch her pussy lips, and as hard as he tries to avoid contact his knuckles continually tap the nexus of her sexual excitement. She struggles to control herself; the man has a razor in his hands, but the urge to cum is almost overwhelming. She tightens her butt, and tries to concentrate on other things, but at last she gives in to her body’s message: “STOP, I HAVE TO CUMMMMMMMMMM!” Her body arches off the table, every muscle contracting in orgasmic pleasure. Only after the wave passes does she relax and allows Pacer to continue.

He almost cuts her as she screams and contracts, but his quick reflexes save the day. After she calms he continues the final few strokes to remove the hair from her pussy.

“Don’t forget the ones around her ass.” Gina whispers in his ear. This makes him jump almost as much as Sandy did, but again he avoids disaster. He calms then moves the razor to her anal area and removes any remaining hairs.

Gina reaches in to check Pacers efforts. “Pretty good, now clean it all up. Not with a rag. Use your tongue.”

Pacer contemplates his task, and with great resolve moves forward. The task is not difficult, but the fact he is licking his daughter’s pussy is so exciting he can hardly stand it. That along with the fact his cock is bound back under him has Pacer in complete misery.

Since her ass is presently in his face he begins there. With wide strokes he carefully removes each bit of soap with careful attention to her asshole. He then moves upward along Sandy’s taint toward her actual pussy. A long stoke up the left lip causes Sandy to shiver and moan. The right lip receives a similar stroke. Each side requires several strokes of his tongue to ensure cleanliness, and the area between the lips also requires cleaning.