The Working Class

"Well, what did she say?" I finally choked out a response.

"The first words that came out of her mouth were 'Daddy could sure fuck a girl raw.' That was my first clue...She told me that you were always faithful to me and that you genuinely cared about repairing our marriage. Charlotte said that it was she who forced you to do what you did, in order to protect the remains of our relationship. I had my suspicions about you two screwing from the sudden peace and happiness between you and her...only sex could diffuse the Peterman Family War. Not to mention, you would go out with her for hours on end."

"So, now what? Should we stop doing it?"

"What I won't know won't hurt me, I guess. But, you better tend to me first as I am the woman of this house and you were mine first!"

I leaned down and planted a few kisses on her nipples. Faye's milky skin was searing from arousal as I moved downward. A moan slipped from her lips as my teeth playfully nipped at her belly. Before I submerged into her pussy, I flashed her with a wide smile and a hearty laugh.

"That could work for me..."