Happiness

Barry and Samantha were both woken up by their alarm clock, telling them it was time for work. Samantha pulled herself out of Barry's arms, and turned it off, before standing at the side of the bed.

"Come on Barry, it's time to get up," Samantha said, shaking him.

"I don't wanna," Barry said, turning to face away from her.

"Barry, we can't spend out whole lives in bed!" Samantha said. She then moaned softly, as she felt pleasure building in her pussy. "Oh no Barry, you're not gonna bribe me with orgasms. I wanna live my life to the fullest!"

"I know, but if you go to work, that means I have to spend time away from you," Barry said. "I like being with you. I love you."

"And I love you too, but we can't spend every minute of every day together," Samantha said. "Now then, I'm going to work, and then I'm going out with some of the teachers for one of their birthdays."

"Have fun," Barry sighed.

"You don't have to sound so depressed," Samantha said. "Honey, you're omnipotent. Have some fun!"

"Sam, when I became God, I vowed that I would make our lives perfect. I guess I just assumed that to be perfect, it should just be the 4 of us."

"Just the 4 of us, naked 24/7, experiencing a non-stop orgasm for all eternity."

"Sam, if I wanted to, I could snap my fingers, and you, me, Becky and Laura would instantly be naked, in each-other's arms, experiencing infinite orgasmic bliss forever and ever."

"So why don't you?" Samantha asked him.

"I don't know," Barry admitted. "Maybe because I like seeing you all happy. I mean, in these few days since I became God, have you ever been unhappy?"

"Not once," Samantha said.

"Exactly. If we're stuck in orgasmic bliss forever, I can't see your happy faces. I'll be too busy thinking about how good it feels to shoot semen into you. When we first met, I worried you'd think I wasn't good enough, and you'd leave me. And then when we got married and had the girls, I worried something would happen to take you away from me. But now, I can protect you. With one snap of my fingers, we could spend eternity in orgasmic bliss. But no. I won't. Because I promised to give you perfect lives. And eternal orgasms aren't perfect lives. They are just pleasure. So go out with your friends, and be happy."

Samantha leaned over Barry, and kissed him.

"Thanks honey, I love you," she said. "You just wait until I get home. I'll show you the true meaning of the word 'heavenly'."

"I look forward to it," Barry smiled. Samantha walked into their en-suite shower seductively.

"Stock up on jizz," she said. "You're gonna be shooting A LOT of it."

Barry and Samantha headed to their works. Barry decided that he was going to go a whole day without using his powers at all. He wanted to feel normal again, just for a little bit. The work was hard, but he pulled through, just like he always had. He got home, and laid down on the sofa, watching TV.

"Daddy, we're horny," Laura said as she and Becky walked into the living room.

"Well sorry girls, I'm not using my powers today," Barry told them.

"What!?" Becky shouted. "Please daddy! We're so horny!"

"Sorry, but the Lord has spoken," Barry said.

"Alright then," Becky said. "Come on Laura, we'll have to handle this ourselves."

Barry's daughters laid down on the other sofa, and began making out. They had hot sex, while Barry just laid watching TV. When they were done, Barry looked over at them.

"Hey girls, I love you you know," he said.

"That'll be why you didn't make us cum," Laura said.

"I'm serious. Look, just come and give your old dad a cuddle," Barry said. The girls came over to Barry, and cuddled up to him. "I've just been doing a lot of thinking today. Are you girls happy? Like, with how things are at the moment."

"We get whatever we want," Becky said. "How could we not be happy?"

"Thanks, I needed to hear that," Barry said.

The 3 of them cuddled, and watched TV, until they fell asleep. Samantha came home late that night, and found her husband and daughters sleeping on the sofa, snuggled up in front of the TV. She turned the TV off, and then went to get a duvet from one of the spare bedrooms.