Traffic Girl - Katie Ch. 09

"Fuck, that's going to do it," I grunted.

Normally, I would have bucked up my hips, but pain shot down my leg. Katie could tell. She pushed her pussy hard on my cock, her wetness coating me generously. I didn't want to hold back, so I let the pleasure wash over me. My sperm felt hot and forceful as I ejaculated into her, and Katie threw her head back in joy as I filled her. She squeezed her thighs tightly, milking my cock with greedy skill.

"That's it, daddy," she said with a deep sigh. "Fill up your cumslut wife."

She rolled off me and snuggled up against my side, her breasts mashing against my rib cage.

"Goddamn, I needed that," I said, breathing heavily.

"So did I, daddy, so did I," Katie said, giving my shoulder little kisses.

"I love thinking about what a slut you are," I said, my cock already stirring again.

"I've always been a slut," she repeated quietly. "Like, god, in college? It kind of makes me tingle to think about it."

"Tell me," I said.

"Fuck, I barely know where to start," she said. "I was such a slut, daddy."

"Tell me," I repeated.

"So my long-term boyfriend?" she began. "He must have thought I had so many sorority things going on. I totally didn't. Sometimes, I'd tell him there were sorority meetings two or three times a week. And I'd go out to a bar to meet up with a guy I'd found on Bumble or a sugar daddy site. I was totally transparent to those guys what I wanted. If they could get me coke, I'd fuck them. I would totally meet up and fuck for coke."

She glanced down at my cock and saw it hardening again.

"I'm turning you on, aren't I, daddy?" she said, sliding a hand down to touch my balls, still slick with our combined juices.

"I don't think you'd ever told me that you literally fucked for drugs," I said, my cock beginning to throb under the attention of her gentle hand.

"Oh, I did, daddy," she said, shifting now so she could kiss me on the lips. "Sometimes I was a good girl for a week or two or even a month. But other times? I would fuck different guys two or three days in a row."

"What excited you about it?" I asked.

"You know what excited me, daddy," she said. "It wasn't the cheating. It was the sex. And fucking on coke. I just loved it. My boyfriend was fine, but I needed way more sex than he would have ever given me. He got coke dick so badly, anyway, but even if he hadn't, if he knew what a fucking nympho I was, he probably would have fallen so in love with me. And you know how I was about that until we met. I really didn't form attachments to people. I had a huge sex drive, and I didn't want to get a shitty reputation, so I targeted older guys and fucked a lot of them."

Her breathing was getting more rapid again, too.

"I know I've told you that's when I figured out I liked getting fucked rough," she continued. "Fifty Shades was huge when I was in college, and it seemed like every guy fancied himself a BDSM expert. Mostly they were just lame as fuck, but there was one guy -- I called him CG for Christian Grey -- was so, so rough. He would spank me so hard that I had to make sure my boyfriend didn't see the hand marks he left behind. But more than anything he would choke me. Holy fuck, did he choke me. Like, to the point of almost passing out. I liked the thrill of it. It felt dangerous. And he got great coke. So of the like fifty guys I probably met up and fucked for coke in college? He's probably the only one if I saw him again, I'd ask you to let me fuck again."

My cock was fully erect again now.

"Henry reminds you of him," I said.

"He does," she admitted. "But better. Henry reminds me of that whole time, and when I'm with him, it's like I'm reliving that. It's such a nice outlet, daddy, I'm not going to lie."

"I like that you scratch that itch," I said.

"Well, right now, I've got an itch for anal to scratch," she said whimsically. "Do you think you can handle that?"

"I love your ass, my sweet wife," I said.

"Take it then," she said, "because it's yours."

I used my cum that was leaking out of Katie's pussy to lube her asshole and shove my cock inside her. She took control again, and I didn't last very long again. It felt like heaven being intimate with her again, alone. It made me miss my other wives, too. We needed this reconnection after all we had been through.

"Wow, wow, wow," Katie said as she popped my cock out of her ass after I had shot a load of cum inside it. "Fucking incredible."

"God, that was hot, babe," I said.

"I thought I was almost going to pass out. I came so hard," she said, still breathing hard as she put her sweaty temple against my chest.

"It feels so good to be with you, kitten," I said.

"I love you, daddy," she said.

We were quiet for a while, just feeling our hearts beat in rhythm. Then the inevitable topic crept into my mind. There was no reason to avoid it. We were going to have to confront it eventually, and the sooner the better.

"Has Riley talked to you about the European leg of the tour?" I asked.

"Not yet," Katie said. "I mean, I think it's just sort of, like, presumed."

"I can't imagine they were anything but over the moon to have you with them," I said.

"It was fun," she said. "And really special. I had no idea this could be something real for me, you know what I mean?"

"I do, darling," I said, stroking her cheek lightly.

"I know it's probably hard to do Europe," she said. "For us, I mean. But the good thing is it's only like six weeks. Way shorter. And Asia and Australia are even shorter still, with more time in between."

"We'll figure it out," I said. "We always do."

The quiet passed over us again. My thoughts drifted to my dreams of Katie and Henry, and it didn't put me in the grips of fear. And I realized it -- I was starting to feel more like myself again. Maybe, just maybe, the fog was starting to lift. Maybe there was some light at the end of the tunnel. Then Katie shifted a bit, and pain shot through my hip. The pain was deflating, and, in a flash, normalcy seemed miles away.

"Are you okay, daddy?" Katie said, seeing me wince.

"Yeah," I said, grimacing. "I may need some K."

"Do you want me to get it for you?" she asked, moving seamlessly into caretaker mode.

"No, no, I'm okay," I said.

We fell silent. Katie looked at me with searching eyes. I couldn't think of anything to say through my jumbled thoughts. She finally spoke up.

"Did I tell you what I've been doing when you all aren't out on the road with me?" she said.

I looked at her quizzically, torn between the alternatives on how to respond, but Katie didn't let me.

"Of course I didn't," she said. "I haven't told anyone."

"What is it?" I asked.

"I've been writing," she said. "Songs. Like. An album. Maybe an album. But you know Riley has a piano in her suite always? Well, she's been encouraging me and, actually, kind of helping me. Fuck, I really could use a line."

She spoke quickly, the words pouring out in a torrent. Her cheeks flushed red. She was embarrassed.

"Really?" I said, smiling and perking up. "That's incredible, Katie!"

I ran my hand through her hair, then touched her cheek.

"How could you not tell us this?" I said.

"I mean, it's probably not any good," she said, rolling her eyes.

But I could see an eagerness and excitement on her face. She thought she had something here.

"Don't put yourself down," I said. "You have more talent than you'll ever give yourself credit for."

"I don't know, daddy, it's just that," she said and stopped. "Just because I'm hanging out with musicians who are really successful doesn't mean I could be one, too."

"Why not?" I challenged her.

"I don't know," she said again. "It's funny, though, since I started smoking pot, I've felt really creative. Like it really sparks my creativity. Isn't that so weird?"

She lunged forward slightly, like she was about to say something else. Then she held her tongue. It was too obvious for me not to notice.

"What?" I prodded her.

"What what?" she said innocently.

"What were you going to say?" I asked.

"Oh, um, nothing, really," she said, the words coming haltingly.

"Kitten," I said, narrowing my eyes at her. "I can tell when you want to tell me something."

"I don't really want to tell you," she said quietly.

We paused briefly, and I looked at her with warm, adoring eyes.

"When you don't want to, that's the best indication that you should," I said.

"I know," Katie said.

She took a deep breath.

"A lot of us were talking about what's next," she said. "You know, with the U.S. tour being over. I mean, it's less of an issue to me. I'm in Riley's entourage. But BauHaus, with Emily and Jake, in particular ... well, you don't usually get to be the opening act except on your home continent, you know?"

I nodded in understanding.

"So, you know, a lot of people focus on writing because they're hoping they can strike while the iron's hot," she continued. "Like, you come off this mega tour, and maybe there's enough buzz to put an album out, and maybe that catches on, you know?"

"That makes sense," I said.

"Things really kind of calmed down," Katie said. "A lot of us would take time during the day before the show to write. I actually did a ton of writing on my flights. But it's hard to do it without some kind of instrument, and you know I can't play guitar or anything, so I really need a piano. That's my favorite."

"I know," I said, cutting in and taking Katie's hand in mine before raising it to my lips and kissing it.

"Everybody has their whole writing routine down," Katie said, her words coming fast now. I could tell she was almost done dancing around the subject she really wanted to raise. "And Emily and Jake, wow, they are intense when they get into a groove. Super intense. We got to a point where I'd join them to smoke some weed before we split up to do our writing thing, and they ..."

Her voice trailed off. I squeezed her hand, wanting to reassure her.

"Daddy, I just have to say it," she said. "Emily is so focused when she gets creative. But, um, well, like I was saying I like smoking pot to help me? Emily uses heroin. Like, a lot of heroin."

"Have you?" I said, my voice breaking as my heart rate picked up.

"God, no, daddy!" Katie said emphatically. "I just thought you should know since, you know, she seems to like to give you some attention out on the road. I hadn't seen her do anything but coke and weed, but I walked in on her and Jake one afternoon right after my flight landed in Atlanta, and they were so smacked out, I couldn't help but ask if they were okay. And they were just like, oh, this is how everybody writes and gets inspired, don't you want some?"

"It must have been hard to stay strong," I said.

"That's just the thing, daddy," Katie said, her eyes turning to me, warm and loving. "It wasn't hard at all. I'm not touching that shit. Fuck. No."

"I'm not going to lie," I said. "That's a relief."

"I just needed to tell you," she said. "So you know there aren't any secrets I'll keep from you."

"You sure you weren't tempted?" I reiterated.

"Not even once," she said. "Give me cocaine all day, every day."

She giggled and kissed me. She seemed positively giddy.

"I feel so much better now that I told you," she said. "I've been dreading it. But I also think you needed to know."

"I guess I shouldn't be so shocked," I said. "Just ... I. I'm not a fan of that shit."

"Do you want to go smoke a joint of Kat's finest bud with me, daddy?" Katie asked sweetly.

"That sounds amazing, kitten," I said.

"I love you, John," Katie said, her voice cracking a little.

"I'm really proud of you, Katie," I said.

"Maybe tomorrow I could play you a couple songs?" she said, biting her lower lip.

"I can't wait to hear them," I said.

* * *

"My god, this water feels absolutely perfect," I said, sliding into our pool and feeling the warm sun on my head.

"See, daddy?" Kat said, her eyes sparkling even more than her pierced nipples. "It's so refreshing."

I glided through the water to her and put my hands around her submerged back. Her skin was soft and smooth, and I let my fingers wander. Her ass was so firm and inviting, and I couldn't resist sliding a couple fingers in her deep crack.

"I feel very naughty right now," I told her.

"I want your dick ten minutes ago," she said. "Do you know how long it's been since I had you all to myself?"

She licked her lips and smiled at me. I knew she meant it when she said she needed me. I had to admit, now that the accident was almost two months behind us, I couldn't believe my wives' fidelity. As if it was no bother at all, they simply focused on helping me get back on my feet -- literally -- and ensuring that we could get back to a family life that wasn't just overwhelmed by my accident and its aftermath.

"I can't believe you've been such a good girl," I said, kissing her.

"Well, I probably wouldn't have been," she said flirtatiously, "but Rita and Jess are awfully fucking good with a strap-on." She laughed.

"That's no substitute for a real cock," I said, feeling the thick slickness emanating from her vagina.

"Some things are more important than getting fucked," Kat said, kissing me back. "But we're going to get there. I can keep myself occupied for quite some time, especially with such sweet sister wives."

She laughed again.

"I'm sorry I've derailed our lives," I said. This had become a source of consternation for me, valid or not.

"Daddy! We've talked about this," Kat said. "An accident is an accident. You had nothing to do with it. Literally nothing."

"Still," I said, my voice trailing off.

Kat put her right index finger over my lips.

"Shh," she said. "You are working so hard, daddy. Even your physical therapist said you're doing great. Katie says you're doing great. We can all see how hard you're working. You're going to be back to normal in no time. And no matter what? We are here, and we love you, and that's it. That's all there is to it. Nothing is going to stop us from living our happily ever after."

"Sometimes it doesn't feel so happily," I said acidly.

"Now daddy," Kat said, pushing her chest against mine and trailing kisses down my neck. Her pierced nipples aggressively pressed into my flesh. "I'm going to beg for your dick and be the dirtiest little slut in the world for you today. It's my turn to get that reward, and it's your reward for working so hard at PT today. So if that isn't happy ..."

"It is, Kitty Kat," I said, kissing her. My cock hardened against her thigh, which she intentionally pressed against me.

"There's my horny daddy," she said. "Now let's put all that other shit to the side. I've got some fun things for us today."

"I need some fun, Kitty Kat," I said, our kisses becoming less playful and more urgent now.

"I thought we could play a little," she said, biting her lower lip, which always meant mischief.

She swam away from me, and I admired how the golden sun shone on her perfect ass. She pulled herself up to the edge of the pool, and I noticed for the first time the light glinting off an oval-shaped silver plate. I was drifting toward her, and she beckoned me over. My hand naturally gravitated to the deep crack in her ass when I reached her.

"Coke?" I said rhetorically.

Kat shook her head.

"I thought I could join you going down the K-hole today," she said. "I ground up some of your pills. I want to see what Special K is like. You've loved it so much, and the only time I ever tried it was when I was super coked up."

"It's amazing," I said. "And I love this idea. I haven't snorted it much, but it's kind of like a mixture of cocaine and shrooms. It's trippy and euphoric at the same time. There is some of that numbing like with oxy or heroin, but it doesn't have that gross feeling I hate so much."

"Sounds like the perfect drug, daddy," Kat said, batting her eyes at me.

While she spoke, she was using her practiced hand to form lines of the powdered ketamine.

"I pushed my PT hard today," I said, aware of the dull ache in my left leg. "I could use some relief."

"Well, then you should start," Kat said, passing me the silver plate.

"Ladies first," I said. "I insist."

"You just want to see me do the line and get high and become absolutely indefensible to your charms," Kat said in her singsong voice.

"I just want to get zooted and try to get laid," I said with a laugh.

Something about being with Kat felt so easy. It was natural. It was effortless. It felt like old times, and that washed over me in an instant. It was perfect, just in that moment, as she perched the silver tray on the side of the pool and confidently held the glass straw to her nose. Her eyes danced as I watched her address one of the first lines she had cut. She was an artist when it came to snorting lines. I never got tired of it, and when she made those two rails disappear, my cock was irresistibly hard.

"God, that's smooth," she said, throwing her head back ecstatically. "So smooth. It's like a cloud. Makes me want to do more right away. How long before it kicks in?"

"The nasal spray usually takes ten or fifteen minutes, so I'm guessing it's about the same," I said, positioning myself for my turn.

Kat was right. The super finely ground ketamine was beautiful to snort. I could have easily hoovered up four lines on the spot. But today was going to be a marathon, not a sprint. When I finished, Kat slipped a pair of oversized Dior sunglasses on her face, leaned her head back to take in the sun, and pushed her back against my chest.

"This is heaven, daddy," she said.

"I've missed this, Kitty Kat," I said. "It's the most normal I've felt in forever."

"All you need is your girls," she said, turning her head to kiss my neck.

"There was a point when I wondered if we could ever feel normal again," I confessed.

Kat laughed lightly.

"What is normal, daddy?" she said, her tone carefree. "All I care about is that we're all together. Then? Anything is possible."

"It's a good point," I said, feeling the first hints of floating from the ketamine.

"We should just have family time and party time and be close and get high and fuck and fuck and fuck," Kat said, giggling now. "It's all we need."

"I love the sound of that," I said, my cock hardening and extended against the soft skin of her thigh. "I've been thinking a lot lately about taking a bigger step back at work. Let Jason run the show."

"Well, daddy, just know that we can all help you fill the time," Kat said. "And fill lots and lots of holes."

"You are so fucking horny today," I said.

"I am," she said, suddenly swinging around so that she faced me, her naked pubic mound now close to my erection.

"I dream about your pussy," I said, letting a couple fingers casually cross over her lips. They were slick.

"I just want you to use me," Kat said. "I've got so much pent-up sexual energy, daddy. I have to admit it. I'm obsessed with thinking about your dick. I don't want to push you too hard, but I don't think you could fuck me enough right now. I want you to fuck me and use me as your cum dumpster, and then I want to do coke -- or ketamine, I don't care -- and feel you get hard watching me do lines and let you use me again. I'll cum so hard just being your little fuck slut."

"Fuck, Kitty Kat," I breathed.

We kissed. The kiss turned into full-blown making out. Her lips were delicious. Her tongue danced around mine. I didn't want it to end. It felt better and better with each passing minute, and I realized that, of course, the ketamine was really starting to take hold. The first hint came at the periphery of my vision, where colors were sharper and more amplified. Then subtle hallucinations hit, making it seem like Kat's tongue was long and languorous, traveling in my mouth like a hungry snake. Her skin took on a more velvety feel. Her wet vagina felt like a warm plunge pool.