Miracle on Slutty 4th Street Ch. 12

Finally, he understood.

He put his head in his hands as he felt true understanding for the first time, understanding of his place in the world. It wasn't easy, but he'd been dragged kicking and screaming into an epiphany. He would never be able to find that living his life as he was. All he had to look forward to was a few more decades of the same. But thanks to these girls... he was born anew. He'd seen the other side. He'd seen the light. And the only way for him to see it was for these girls to so cruelly and effectively tear apart his life. He'd fantasized about this outcome for so long because, in all honesty... this is what he truly wanted. What he truly needed.

He heard soft footsteps approaching. He looked up to see the girls stepping towards him tentatively, still nude, their lust-inspiring bodies still covered in sweat, cum leaking from their pussies. Seeing the wide-eyed look on his face, they knew they'd won the married man over. Looking up at them, Dale said two words he'd never thought he'd have said an hour prior.

"Thank you."

The girls approached him and wrapped their arms around his head, both clutching him tightly, smothering him against their sweat-covered tits, drowning him in softness. There was nothing stopping him from enjoying this act completely, and he scrubbed his face against their bare breasts eagerly. Looking up past their round boobs and into their gorgeous, perspiration-coated faces, their hair falling over their facial features, their makeup smeared, he couldn't help but thank them again.

"I..." he croaked out, his words practically echoing in their cleavage. "I forgive you."

With that, the girls wicked, indecent acts were handwaved away by the married man. When compared to the religious experience he'd achieved through that dark, filthy fucking, he couldn't help but absolve them of their sins in his eyes. He'd seen the light and was now eternally grateful.

The girls backed away, satisfied, and his eyes followed them, breathing deep, excited about the future. Dale had nothing left. Nothing behind him to hold him back. He felt freed, almost born anew. He'd lived up to this moment in his own little bubble, sticking around Deerberg his entire life, living by the rules. But now? There was nothing holding him back in any way.

"Let's get away from here..." he said into the darkness to the nearly orgasm-drunk young women.

So, Dale, this notoriously cheap married man, this proud husband and father, went and spent an exorbitant amount of money on a trip to a really nice resort in the Caribbean with both Lucy and Kenzie. He'd never done anything this nice for his family, but for these two young women, these two fucking whores, these two evil girls who had bullied his daughter for years and destroyed his marriage... Dale did it for them. He rewarded them for all their bad behavior with the trip of the lifetime.

For as gruff as he could be, even Dale had a good time. Feeling fully unleashed, there was nothing holding him back anymore. He could follow these new desires and feelings to their natural ends. And it didn't hurt that he had good company. Lucy and Kenzie, being gorgeous, evil, young women, naturally provided excellent company to him. They were of course a blast for a man like him to be around, especially one they liked and wanted to prove themselves too. And now that they weren't trying to win him over and they could be truly comfortable around each other, he got to know really them as people, and not through the lens of wicked sex. And while they clearly weren't the nicest girls in the world, he couldn't deny that there was just something about them that was intoxicating to be around. Their bratty, evil charms worked wonders on him, energizing him the more he was around them.

This group drew a lot of attention at their resort, this dad-looking dude with these smoking hot young sluts in tiny thong bikinis, parading up and down the beach, sipping drinks. All the men around them wished they could be Dale, a fact that filled him with a masculine pride he'd rarely let himself feel before. And yeah, they had a lot of sex during this trip. Spending a lot of time in their room, working up a sweat, going at it like animals, taking each other to their limits. They could barely keep their hands off each other in public, barely able to contain themselves. They even did it in public a couple times, which only added to the lust they shared. He couldn't believe he was doing this. He never imagined taking apart of such filth. But he had to admit... it was incredibly exciting. He couldn't get enough, and he only fell deeper into sin with these two girls.

Dale had chosen them. Even though the final choice was forced upon him, in truth, he'd chosen them from the second their first affair started. And it took a cruel event like the one inflicted upon him, these girls exposing his affair to his family, for him to fully make peace with that. He'd tempted fate for too long, trying to have it both ways, and the girls wisely severed his connections with his family, leaving him with nowhere to go but with them. Choosing not to completely isolate himself, he followed them deeper into sin. Into the world of pleasure. Into the world of their church.

Like many souls in flux, he found help and comfort in the Church. Not in the way that most do, certainly, but they provided help for him in this time of change. They had lawyers that helped him in his divorce proceedings, winning a very generous settlement in his favor. With no one else holding him back, and knowing it would make the girls happy, he began attending their church every Sunday. He had been a bit skeptical of the whole thing before, but his entire life was changing, and after the religious experience he had endured with the girls, he figured it was time to take his first tentative steps into this new world. The first time he saw Sister Justine, he was reminded that this was the woman who had spearheaded his fall from grace, who had spurred on the destruction of his marriage. But in this moment, seeing that he had been completely broken down and rebuilt, that he had been born anew, she welcomed him to the Church with open arms. And despite the fact that he should hate or resent her, all he could feel was a certain sense of gratefulness to her for showing him the light. Showing him, despite his protests, what his life could be.

Dale lived with the two girls now, his money allowing them to live in a newer, much nicer place than the one they had before. He was technically married to Lucy now, but they kinda had a permanent, three-way thing going. And now that Lucy had access to his hefty bank accounts, she not only used these new funds to improve her state of life, but she, with his permission, put a lot of money into the Church, to benefit their growth potential and rise in power.

Dale understood now. He understood the message these girls were trying to impart. The teachings this church, the Church of Light, was providing. Showing men like him the ways of the world, the life they could have. After experiencing it like he had, he understood now that this was a message worth spreading. He now sat closer to the front of the church, avidly listening in to the message being preached.

The year before, he'd dodged Christmas services in favor of helping out his mom at her house. This year, he was at the Church, eagerly listening to the sermon, flanked by two young, gorgeous, and now pregnant young women, their growing bellies being highlighted by their slim church-dresses, proof of the sinning they'd taken part in together. Dale glanced back and saw a man in the back row, seated next to a beautiful woman. The man looked nervous, but the woman looked confident as she whispered in his ear. Dale had been in that spot before, and he just knew that that man, just like him, would eventually be moving closer to the front, just like he had.

Dale turned to look forward to the front of the church to pay attention to the message being conveyed to the crowd.

He would never look back again.

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Dale wasn't the only one to undergo major life changes thanks to the events of the previous Christmas.

Almost a year removed from that fateful holiday, Colin returned home to his nice apartment after a busy day at work, setting his things down, he looked around at his place. He'd only moved in to this new apartment a few months prior, and he took pride in it. It was a really nice place, far nicer than his previous dwelling. This time, he spent a little more money than he had with the previous home, spoiling himself a bit and getting rid of some pragmatic concessions he'd made in his last home.

'The people that get rewarded are the ones who reward themselves,' was a lesson he was once taught, and he'd taken that to heart. He did well. He worked hard. He deserved to reward himself, filling his apartment with nice furniture, some really fancy tech gadgets, and some other just really cool shit. He'd earned it. He'd earned this kind of life. And in rewarding himself, he had been rewarded in kind. Moments after stepping into his apartment, he heard the approaching footsteps of his wife, and she emerged to his sight. Seeing her always sent a thrill through him.

"Hey babe," Rachel said, standing in front of him in a silky black robe.

"Hey..." he said with a crooked grin, always taken aback by how truly gorgeous she was.

"The baby's asleep, so..." she began with a teasing smile before reaching down to untie her robe. With him watching, she peeled it open and let it fall to the floor, revealing her hot, nearly naked body.

She was wearing the 'Man-Eater'.

She only busted this sucker out on special occasions, and each time sent Colin's mind reeling with memories of his first time seeing her this way. Although, he had to say, she looked even better now. Post baby, her tits had gone up a cup size, at least one, maybe even two, so needless to say they were practically spilling out of this sucker, barely contained, the soft, succulent flesh oozing out. And she had gotten the rest of her body back post baby, as the weight simply melted off her in a way it often didn't for most other women. Her waist was trim, her long legs were lean, and her ass was perky, firm, and juicy. But she was able to retain her mammoth boobs post-pregnancy, a fact both she and Colin were very happy about. Of course, she looked amazing. His cock throbbed in his pants.

"So, what do you say we work on baby number 2?" she purred, grinning wickedly, eyes flashing with heat. He could barely contain his wolfish grin as he approached his wife. She leapt into his arms, their lips meeting in a nasty, open-mouthed kiss. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he palmed her nearly bare, thong-clad ass, supporting her as he carried her to the bedroom, closing the door behind them, locking them away for a few hours of hot and nasty, down and dirty baby making.

So, yeah, clearly, this wasn't the woman he was married to a year prior. Juliet, his ex, was completely out of the picture now, and Rachel had taken her place. Rachel was a slut, a gold digger, and an evil little bitch. But despite all these negative qualities, Rachel was a far better match for Colin than kind-hearted Juliet ever was.

It wasn't his intent at first for it to be this way. Yes, he had fucked Rachel, but his initial urge was to write it off as a mistake. A very fun mistake, but a mistake nonetheless. He had a history with a certain type of girl, and that was a history he wasn't looking to relive. Juliet was such an incredible person, the exact type of girl any guy would be lucky to marry. He didn't want to jeopardize that. After Christmas, he refocused on his marriage and promised himself that he would not to make such a major mistake again. He looked forward to their future together.

Rachel had other ideas.

Energized by the wicked fuck session she'd had at work with Colin, she had no such scruples about continuing things with him. He was rich, handsome, and successful, the exact type of guy it would pay for her to sink her claws into. The type of guy who could give her the lifestyle she deserved.

She had acquired his phone number at the end of their first encounter, so she started there, texting him, reaching out to him that way. She sent teasing, flirty texts to start, but wisely, he never replied. At this point, she turned it up a bit, sending pictures of herself, teasing glimpses of her hot body in the garments his money had bought for her, a fact she was happy to remind him of. Shots of her massive breasts, barely contained by the myriad of fancy bras he'd bought for her. Images of her perfect, firm ass, clad in the thongs and g-strings his money had purchased. And while Colin did get a certain thrill at seeing her hot body exposed like this, he never engaged in any conversations with her, trying still to keep his hands clean.

This changed near Valentine's day.

As the holiday approached, and the displays in her department changed, seeing all the new Valentine's themed garments way out of her price range gave her an idea. Grabbing a tiny red bra with heart-shaped cups, and a tiny matching thong with hearts where the triangles of material would be, she arranged them on the counter nicely. Price tag visible, she texted Colin a picture.

"Buy me these!" she texted. "I want to feel that thong between my ass cheeks, and I want to feel that smooth, sexy material against my big tits!"

"Rachel, please don't..." he texted back. Yes, this seemed like him telling her to cut it out, but this was the first time he'd responded to any of her texts, so this was a victory for her. She wondered if she'd struck a nerve.

"C'mon babe! You seemed to love spending money on me before! If you don't want to spend it yourself, you can take some of your wife's hard earned cash out of her account... spend it on me instead!" she texted back.

"Rachel..." he texted back, but she could practically hear him groaning in pleasure at this suggestion.

"What?" she began. "I'm sure your wife wouldn't mind. Just think... all that work she does to bring in cash for you two, and you just spend it on super slutty lingerie for some slut you barely know. Doesn't that sound exciting?" There was a long pause in his response, and Rachel knew she struck pay dirt.

She was right.

Colin had done a good job up to this point of not engaging with her, trying to ignore all her overtures. Sure, for a split-second, when she'd send some sexy picture along, he'd have a momentary thrill before suppressing it quickly. But for reasons he didn't fully understand, this message got him to engage. This text, out of the blue, asking him to spend money on her... that spurred him into responding. Even though he didn't immediately know why, something about this bold, shameless attempt at gold digging sent a deep-seeded thrill through him that he couldn't quite shake.

"I'm not using my wife's money to buy you underwear!" Colin texted back, rejecting her, despite the thought of taking money from his sweet, kind, generous wife that she got working at a non-profit and using that cash to adorn a slut's hot, shapely body, clinging to her massive tits and threading the cheeks of her perfect, juicy ass... uh, yeah, anyways, it resonated with him in a way that caught him off guard.

"C'mon baby... we both know you want to..." she texted back. "We both know it'll get you off even more!"

"What are you talking about? Of course not!" he replied, trying to play the part of the good husband while ignoring the throbbing in his pants.

"Well... you liked it so much last time..." she texted. "I mean, you came so HARD in my nasty cunt while spending more on me for Christmas than your little wife..."

"No!" he texted. "It's not true!" He affirmed as her assertion sent a pang of sinful lust coursing through him. Why was this conversation affecting him so strongly? He'd always enjoyed spending money, especially in his younger days. Back then, he wasn't the most mature guy, and he wasn't above flashing his wealth to get a girl's attention. And there was a certain type of girl that would always respond to this kind of thing, a type Rachel very much fit in with. He'd always enjoyed doing it, spending money on girls. Even with Juliet, he always enjoyed buying her stuff and spoiling her whenever he could, despite the fact that she wasn't really that type of person and never really responded with the gushing praise that those other girls used to. Like Rachel did. And even though he'd by all accounts left that life behind, did Rachel sense this part of him? Did his one... indiscretion... accidentally give her enough information to sink her claws into him?

"Listen, if you don't want to STEAL money from your wife and buy me some super SLUTTY underwear that would make my huge TITS and perfect ASS look amazing... that's fine," she texted, her emphasis making his cock throb. "But if you change your mind..." she followed this up by sending a link to the items in the 'North Pole' online store, and her address.

Colin couldn't think straight the rest of the day. His mind kept returning to his text conversation with Rachel. He couldn't quite shake her offer. When he was a younger man, the best sex he would have was after he spent a lot of money on a girl for her benefit. It was as if they would try to prove themselves as worthy of continuing to be spoiled. These relationships, of course, would always prove too hollow to last.

But the sex was always so damn good.

And with Rachel... he knew the sex was fucking amazing! Maybe the best he'd ever had. So, despite the fact that he was married, her offer lined up with something inside him that he could never fully shake free of, even now. He still tried to spoil his wife. That's what got him into this mess in the first place, him trying to buy that fucking blender.

And that was a whole other thing, too. He'd searched out fruitlessly for that blender on Christmas Eve, only to come up empty-handed and cum inside a woman he was not married to. He did all that for nothing. Yet, when he woke up on Christmas morning, he had come to find out that there had been a package sitting on the doorstep, from the same guy he'd ordered that first blender from. His mother let him know that this had arrived for him at some point overnight. Opening it up, it was the fucking Neptune Blender. After all that work, there was one right fucking there! There had been a letter inside saying from the guy who sent it that the fake one he'd gotten before was miss-sent to him, and he sent along a second, correct one as soon as he realized his mistake.

Something about it seemed off to Colin. First, in retrospect, it had seemed obvious that his original source was fake. Second, he thought it was a guy who had sent it, but the writing in the note seemed distinctly feminine, plus it seemed to be written on 'North Pole' branded, Christmas themed stationary. But, after all that had happened, he didn't question it too much. He got the gift he wanted for his wife, and accepting that, he wrapped it quickly and put it under the tree for his wife before she woke up. After all that turmoil, he was ready for his wife to be super excited about the present he worked so hard to get for her.

He was left disappointed.

Sure, Juliet was happy about the gift, but she wasn't exactly over the moon, especially considering what he had to do to get it. Now, to be clear, he didn't buy it for her just to, like, get better sex from his wife or anything like that. He got it for her because he loved her and he wanted to make her happy. But she treated it like just another gift, which made the fact that he had committed adultery in an attempt to get it even more infuriating.

But Rachel... she responded exactly the way he craved for the amount he spent on her. She loved it. She was over the moon for what he'd bought for her. And on top of that, in response to him spending all that money on her, she got super slutty and super nasty in just the right way that scratched the itch deep inside him. And he knew that if he responded to her again, spending more money on her, she would step it up. She would act lethally nasty and slutty. He had no doubt he'd see her in that teeny, tiny, sexy set of Valentine's underwear if he bought them for her. No doubt.