An open relationship

Chelsea looked around in stunned wonder as they entered the large two story house. Light brown wooden floors and two large spiraled staircases that flanked a fireplace made the already open lower floor seem much more massive than house she was accustomed to. The sound of a woman moaning in bliss rang discordant to the overall classy theme.

"Daddy, is that you?" Kristin called from upstairs, heels clicking loudly against the hardwood flooring. "I've been so hor-." She paused mid-sentence when she noticed her master and another woman in her home. "Oh you brought another toy? You're just the best daddy ever." She started to openly masturbate again. Showing off her moist slit, pink with arousal, while assuming a more seductive stance.

Chelsea's jaw dropped at the open confession that her husband and this girl, who couldn't be over 21, had slept together. She didn't immediately resort to attacking Logan thanks to the initial order Fracture imparted to be more submissive. The best she could manage was to cast him a questioning gaze.

Logan met her gaze without hesitation. "I still love you Chels but, I'm going to be broadening my horizons. There's going to be a lot of life changes coming real soon and I want you here with me when they happen."

Chelsea averted her eyes as soon as Logan made contact with his. "That's okay with me, if that's what you want." she replied with her eyes glued to the floor.

"Good. Kristin come down here and help my wife with her luggage. No sex or masturbating until that's done."

"Ugh, yes daddy." She walked down the steps as angry as she could manage. Once she reached the bottom she eyed up her master's wife. Her dirty blonde hair, grey blue eyes, b-cup breasts, and wide hips made her seem much more useful as a breeder than Kristin. But her lips told a different story. Full, soft, and a healthy pink. Kristin desperately wanted to see those eyes staring up from her crotch while those succulent pillows of flesh massaged her clit. She finally came back to reality after hearing her master's voice again.

"Chelsea is in charge. The only other person that can override her commands is me."

"Yes daddy, should I call her mistress?"

"Ummm.... No...... Chelsea is fine thank you." Chelsea licked her lips and eyed the younger girls naked form. She couldn't be mad at her husband's taste. Kristin had long chestnut brown hair that cascaded all around her shoulders to the middle of her back. Tan skin complimented her fit physique. Chelsea had to fight the urge to latch onto Kristin's teardrop shaped breasts capped with diamond hard nipples. Her hips were much narrower and a dark brown patch of meticulously maintained pubic hair complimenting the curves she did have.

"Ok Chelsea, let's get you settled in." Kristin warmly offered grabbing the 28 year old by the hand and leading her upstairs.

"Kristin what about the bags?" Logan called out to the pair as they made their way up the staircase.

"Well Chelsea needs a tour of where she's going to be resting her head daddy."

Logan grinned as the two ladies disappeared from sight. *Wordplay* (Yeah I know.) *Do we have to unpack?* (Might as well. We need to let them have their fun.)