Faith, Family, and Fetish

"Yeah, just two weeks before she had me served with papers for legal separation, in fact, and I left work early to find everything that she wanted gone without even a trace. I was luckier than some husbands, of course. She didn't want my home, because it was too suburban, too middle-class. She didn't want custody of Bianca, because our daughter would cramp her style. She didn't want April around, because she frankly thought her...how do I put this, 'tomboyish' and 'clingy'? Now, April, my dear, you know that I don't think of you that way, but Liz did," I told them as I ran my fingers through April's lovely ginger hair.

"But that's just it...I am a tomboy and proud of it! I am clingy, too, and I have no reason not to be. I've always wanted you to date my mother, because I knew what would happen if you did. She would never be miserable again. I knew that you wouldn't consider her just a fling and I knew that she wouldn't get jealous of other women, either, including Liz whenever she feels like straying from Bruce's bed. She would especially know that it was just a hate-fuck with Liz, wouldn't you, Mom?" April told me with a kiss to the head of my dick.

"I've often fantasized about dating Caesar, sure, but I kept getting the sense that he wasn't available at the time for more than sex, so I took sex from him when I could get it. I still enjoyed the occasions when we all hung together. It felt like a family, you know, and almost as if we were a couple already, Caesar," Daisy told me as she sat up on the bed and lit up a joint, "Smoke a hit with me, both of you?"

"Don't mind if I do," I grinned, taking a hit of the weed before passing the joint to April, who inhaled with a vengeance.

"Now, that's a perfect kind of smoking after sex, if you ask me," April told me, as we all went under the covers to relax for a bit, "It helps you take it easy, and isn't that the point of Shabbos, anyway? You know, mellow out and not stress out so much?"

"Well, then, Shabbat Shalom, my dear girls!" I winked at them while we took more hits and French kissed each other repeatedly.

"I'm so fucking glad that you're not a narc type, like Stewart! He totally freaked out when he caught April with some weed, started giving her the third degree, as if we were in his congregation! I'm like, 'Dude, you barely have time to give her a pat on the back when she gets straight As and you've never been to Temple with us, but you think that being a Congregational minister entitles you to preach at her? You're her stepfather, not her pastor! Act like it!' He was always the biggest prig of them, wouldn't even have sex with me before marriage!

"Remember those times when I came onto you...yeah, that was me climbing at the walls from lack of dick! I married him too fast as a result, but it would have been faster if you hadn't fucked me those times," Daisy said as she snuggled up with me under the comforter, while April pressed against me from the other side.

"You know, I should have fucking objected when you wed his lousy ass! He was such a douchebag from day one! I should have grabbed, taken your hand myself, and put my own fucking wedding band on your finger," I commented off-hand, "I should have married you, years ago, Daisy. Especially knowing what I do now, that you weren't the jealous type. I should have known that before, since you didn't kick my cousin Sal out for cheating on you, and you never stopped coming back to me, no matter how many times I slept with Liz. Plus when you and I got it on before Liz left."

"Well, plus the fact that Mom never pressured you to divorce Liz and you've been separated from her for years. And the fact that she's now sharing you with me! Face it, Uncle Caesar, Mom is a very generous and amorous woman when it comes to sex. Perhaps more than her exes liked, but that was their problem, not hers. She didn't kick any man out of bed for stepping out on her, have you, Mom...though she's stepped out plenty herself," April observed with a devilish wink for us.

"That I have...that I have. But yeah, I wouldn't have been the most faithful of wives, but I wouldn't have expected or asked fidelity from you, either. Any of my men who were faithful were not because I asked them to be. I gave them plenty of chances to get some side booty, so if they didn't take it, that's on them. I swear to you, though, if at any point, you had offered me marriage to you, I would have taken you up on it in a hurry! Including at the wedding to the other men.

"It's not too late, though. I can still be your wife. That was what this supper was really about...me offering you my hand in marriage, so that you could move in with us and we could both have my daughter on the side," Daisy explained ahead of time, "Deep down, that's part of why I picked so poorly, I think. I always knew that I would have you to fill in the slack and pick up the pieces. Subconsciously, these husbands, boyfriends, and such were all just placeholders for you, for when you came to your senses and asked me to be your bride."

"Then do it, Daisy! Marry me! I'll divorce Liz so fast her head will spin! I will make you mine! April and Bianca can be stepsisters at last, though I don't know how she'll take the news that I'm bedding your daughter!" I proposed to Daisy Eisenstein in bed while cuddling her and April both.

"Oh, I think that I'll be perfectly fine with it, on one condition," Bianca surprised me as she walked right into the bedroom and grabbed a hit of the joint.

"What's that...honey?" I adjusted to this shock.

"What do you think...Daddy?" Bianca answered, as she removed her shoes, her hat, her jacket (what was she doing with a jacket in high spring, anyway), and then the rest of her clothes, until she was naked as the day she was born.

"Make love to me, Daddy!" my daughter smiled as she climbed on my cock and I could feel the wetness of her twat on my dick.

"So...that was the one condition?" I asked her.

"No, this was," Liz now joined us, taking the separation document and a ready divorce form as well, and setting them both on fire with the lighter, "I had our marriage annulled on the grounds of fraud, so it's no longer binding, but I still want to be yours. The fraud was mine, baby. I was a horrible wife and I never planned to be a good one to you. I confessed my lies to the Church, they absolved me, and they gave me an annulment, or rather, they gave one to you. It's officially on your behalf, not mine, but I've worked tirelessly for it. Bianca wasn't yours, either, but she is now. She's not blood, but I know that she will always love you more than me. That's the price that I paid for being a rotten mother. I was with Bruce a lot longer than you think. He's her real, biological father. I needed a Daddy for her, though, preferably a Catholic one like you. Bruce was no more cut out for fatherhood than I was for motherhood.

"You weren't a perfect Catholic and I deliberately picked one with a wandering eye, so that I could rest easier at night doing what I've done. It still doesn't make my fraud, my intentional deception of you all along, justifiable. In fact, my actions mean that you were never cheating at all, though you didn't know it yet. How could you cheat on a sham wife, after all? Any guilt that you felt, however small, was undeserved. You did nothing wrong! It was all me!

'My penance was to devote my life to restoring my family, and I am undertaking that with the greatest of zeal. The fact that you were ready to divorce me shows me just how much I must have hurt you...You'd risk excommunication so that you could marry Daisy and treat her as well as she deserves. Good for you! She was always your real wife at heart, you know. The one who acted like a wife while I was slutting around with Bruce and his friends.

"My deal with Bianca came as more of a pact toward the end, you see. She heard my apologies and confession...and she understood and forgave me at last. At least from her end. However, I fully intend to pay my own penance in the best way that I can, even if it's not quite what the Church would approve. They said to 'restore' my family, and that's what I'm going to do. Oh, and I've kicked Bruce to the curb, even declining his marriage proposal in front of his friends and pointing out how many of them had slept with me behind his back. He was floored by that, I assure you of that!

"So, here's my amendment to your little plan, if you'll have me for supper. I want us to all live together, with me as your...mistress, if you're okay with that. I've been practically that at times, anyway, so sporadically have I shared your bed. You keep banging...OUR daughters, both of them...why not? And you take Daisy as your bride, as you should have done years ago. If you want a Jewish wedding or a Catholic one or an interfaith one...I will pay for it! Bruce gave me a handy amount of money over time and I've done well with it. The least that I can do is to help my former husband marry a woman who truly loves him the way that I should have done.

"Oh, and April, my apologies for how I treated you in the past! You're such a fine young woman that I know that you'll treat Caesar as he really deserves, with lots of love and affection. From now on, I'll treat you like a daughter, just as I will with Bianca. Imagine how the honeymoon will be for the five of us. You, me, Bianca, Daisy, and best of all, Caesar! You don't mind if I tag along, do you? I have some ideas for how to make it sizzling hot! Also, I'm fertile as hell next week, and I hope to see the four of us bred by Caesar, if that's okay with you guys!" Liz shocked us all to our core.

"A Jewish wedding, then. I've seen Daisy as the bride at one of those plenty of times, but she always seemed so unhappy...now she'll be at one and I plan to make her the happiest woman alive!" I assured my girls.

"You already have," Daisy told me with tears streaming down her face, "I'll be the best wife that you could ever have, I swear to G-d!"

"So, can I stay as a near concubine, then?" Liz asked me now, "I'll be there a lot more, I promise!"

"How about we discuss this over supper?" I said as Bianca rode me a few more strokes and I came deep inside my own daughter's silky twat...No matter how much she might be biologically Bruce's, she was MINE.

Supper proved to be very fruitful, a hearty dinner full of traditional Jewish foods, mostly to celebrate Daisy's joy at becoming my fiancee at last and seeing me take our daughters as lovers, along with my ex-wife. While it wasn't proper for a Jewish wife and mother to do many of those things, she felt justified because we were all reuniting as a great family, and if some sins had to be practiced in the process, so be it. We had lox, latkes, and matzo ball soup with some red wine and we ate heartily that night. We also had some great conversation as we worked out the details of our new polyamorous way of life.

The final celebration of the evening, though, was the "dessert," a celebration orgy where I took all four women in a reverse gang-bang. I held back cumming as much as I could for now, wanting to do each of them justice. I also rimmed each woman, more than once in fact. This happened more than a few times afterward, in fact, during that weekend. I also enjoyed each woman anally, at one point while Liz literally licked my cum out of Bianca's ass! It was April, though, who really had the most fun, especially when she made love to Bianca in front of us and showed her new stepsister just how much she loved her all this time.

We all crashed on the living room floor for much of the night, and that was where Bruce and his friends found us Sunday morning, his stunned look showing all of them just how impressed he was. He had a proposal of his own, and it was sure to shock us into our graves. We listened with awe, especially once his buddies confirmed that it was all true. Liz got a very strange look on her face as she considered it, but she didn't say a thing at first...We would all need some time to review it, I realized, even as Bianca and April dragged me to bed for a threesome and Daisy got out the strap-on that April had used on Bianca the night before in order to practically wreck Liz's ass in front of our guests.

One month later...

"Baruch Atah Adonai Eloheinu Melech Ha-Olam, asher barah sasson v'simcha, chatan v'kalah, gila rina, ditza v'chedva, ahava v'achava, v'shalom v're'ut. Me-hera Adonai Eloheinu yishama b'arei yehudah u'vchutzot yerushalayim, kol sasson v'eKol simcha, kol chatan v'ekol kalah, kol mitzhalot chatanim me-chupatam, u'nearim mimishte neginatam. Baruch Atah Adonai mesame'ach chatan im hakalah," Rabbi Isaac Wiesenthal intoned as the final blessing of our nuptials, Daisy's to me.

Yes, we even broke the traditional bottle of wine and observed all of the other niceties of a proper, albeit Reform wedding in Congregation Ben-Jacob, just five miles from our new home, where six of us lived together. It was a very nice place, too, one furnished mostly from Bruce's budget, as were my wedding to Daisy and his to Liz. Our weddings were only three hours apart, which allowed us to share a reception. Liz actually had a proper Catholic wedding mass as before, so we had to rush to get to the somewhat quieter wedding, with Bruce's buddies as his groomsmen giving me knowing glances. Liz was already knocked up with another man's kid, whom Bruce was going to raise this time, but both of them could honestly tell the priest that they hadn't been intimate together prior to the nuptials.

Who was the father? It was hard to say, as his buddies and I had all been with Liz at her most fertile, but Bruce was too busy being pegged by Bianca to worry about that. It was part of his penance to his blood daughter that he would wear a cock cage and Bianca would have the key. Liz would only get to sleep with Bruce when Bianca gave them permission. The rest of the time he had to be "faithful" to Bianca and April, which meant "cowgirl" sex and peggings, plus plenty of eating my daughters out. Oh, and since he had already put the horns on me once, he would never get to do so again, so that ruled Daisy out, not that she even wanted him...or even his buddies.

"Baby, I'm a good Jewish wife. The Torah doesn't expressly forbid lesbian sex, not even incestuous, so I'm in the clear and I have no desire to sleep with another man anymore. You and our girls are quite enough action for me. As for you, you're a Catholic, not a Jew, so I make allowances for that. Besides, you're only sinning with Liz. Bianca isn't even technically your blood kin, nor is April, so it isn't incest, is it? Now, will you please shut up and fuck my ass?" Daisy winked at me as she offered me her bottom straight from April's and Bianca's.

His buddies got most of the action with Liz, of course, since I was usually busy enjoying my bride and our daughters, but it was a deal that worked out for all of us, including Bruce. Evidently, he wanted to be a cuckold, and Liz's confession had excited him, so we obliged him. The other men got to visit now and then, especially on the honeymoon, where they kept Liz busy while I plowed Daisy, April, and Bianca and my girls fucked each other wild, too. The price was perhaps a bit higher than Bruce thought, but then, he owed Bianca big time for neglecting his fatherly role with her while I picked up the slack for him. There had to be some punishment for a fucking deadbeat!

All in all, yes, I was a sinner and remain so, but even a sinner has rules and morals of his own, and mine paid off for me. I was kind to other men's daughters and their mothers, and the rewards for being so are just part of why it was worthwhile. The rest is simply that they're my girls, April, Bianca, Daisy, and, yes, even Liz. I could never let my girls down, could I? What kind of self-respecting Sicilian does that?