No Fucking.

"No Fucking," you say again, firmly to your freshly minted vixen of a wife.

"No cock. No cunt," she repeats dutifully, swinging a leg over you as she dismounts the bed, giving you a glorious look of her creampied, sticky pussy in the dim light coming from the hallway. "Not until I get home," she almost ravenously growled and you swear she threw a look over at Rebecca's hiding spot in the closet. She picked up her belonging and you watched that ass sway out and down the hallway. "Thank you for helping me, Master!" she said in a sing-song voice that made your pussy-drenched cock throb.

She wasn't even to the front door and Rebecca bounded out of the closet. She practically pounced on your cock and started noisily slurping at your meat, getting another taste of her mom on your creampie coated cock.

"Mmmmm....fuck, Daddy!" she moaned loudly. Your back arched and she slurped and sucked all the juice from your shaft and balls, sucking without and regard for...

"Master..." purred your wife's voice from the door to the bedroom.

You and your daughter's eyes shot to the door frame, Rebecca's hand gripping tight around the base of your cock, tight enough it should have hurt, but you liked it. She was holding a mouthful of cum and her mom's pussy juice and her own spit and looked just as guilty as you did.

"Yes, my little cunt?" you **** out over the stress of getting caught and wanting to keep control of the situation.

"If I can't get cunt or cock while at work, I don't think it's fair that you do either..." she said with a succubus grin that you swear you could see through her silohette with the light behind her. "Unless it doesn't count yet..." as she said, dropping her purse.