Maintains control

“Are you My good cum slut?” Lou quietly asks Vyki as he holds her close.

Vyki cloud barely hear him through blood pounding in her ears or her panting breaths, but she was able to make out and whispered back to him, “yes, Daddy.”

“And a good cum slut makes her beautiful fucking ass available where and when?” Lou asks as he strokes up her ass between her cheeks as he maintains eye contact with her.

With barely a thought, Vyki responds breathlessly, “anywhere anytime, Daddy.” She doesn’t even notice how she reflexively shifts her hip lining up her hole with his finger.

But Lou notices her subtle movement and lightly circles her sphincter as her quietly and flatly asks her, “so I can pick you up and toss you onto the lawn and fuck that glorious ass in front of the entire neighborhood and you would be a good cum slut and beg & plead for it so everyone could hear what a good girl you are?”

The image of him pounding her ass on the grass involuntary ran through her mind as she pleaded, “p-p-please, Daddy”

Lou then pulled her in again for a deep kiss as she rubbed her crotch against his before he pulled back with a grin, “well, as tempting as that is, baby girl, I do need to get my rest for tomorrow.”

Vyki didn’t even think to hold back her disappointed moan as Daddy lifted her thigh from around him and placed her foot back on solid ground before he stood her up straight and kissed her briefly on the cheek.

“I’ll call you soon, baby girl. Understand?” Lou said as he lightly stroked her frowning face.

With an almost breathless pout, Vyki responded, “yes, Daddy,” as she watched the man walk away. She kept expecting him to turn around so that when the cold door hit her naturally padded ass, she only briefly looked away from the street to ensure the door didn’t latch and then resumed her focus on the man who seemed to drive so much pleasure in her as the endorphins and oxytocin pulsed through her veins. Seeing Daddy turn back to her as he got in the car with a wave, Vyki felt a grin wash across her face as her manicured hand came up for a gentle wave back. Hearing the roar of his engine as the car drove away, Vyki remained impassive as the taillights rounded the corner into the night.

Rapid foot falls quickly broke the stillness left from Daddy Lou’s retreating car. Vyki rapidly turned in the other direction only to see a resident coming towards her on an early morning jog; his bare, sweaty chest exposed from his discarded shirt currently stuffed into his running shorts. Vyki was quickly dropped of her euphoria as she looked down remind of her exposed nature from a light gust of wind gently tossing up her short, pleated skirt of her sexy schoolgirl outfit as she stood in the doorway.

In hopes of retreating to safety before her neighbor saw her, Vyki quickly stepped back into her house, her heels clicking on the hard floor echoing off the confined walls. Closing the door quickly and ensuring the deadbolts securely held the door, Vyki was finally able to notice that her breath had been held since Daddy drove away and she took a panting breath to calm her frantic heart.

Hearing the front door close, a nervous Molly looked up anxiously at the front hallway waiting for the owner of the clicking steps to come into view. When her bare leg came into view, Molly was compelled to follow it up still totally amazed that was the same body of the man she married decades ago. The bare, toned, shiny legs appeared to effortlessly glide in those heels but appeared to go on forever to the very abbreviated skirt. From her seated position, she was also impressed by the authentic appearance of the slit that repeatedly peeked out between her thighs. Had she not personally enjoyed Paul’s equipment, she would be easily convinced she was brazenly showing her available pussy; Nico & Xane were true artists.

Watching her skirt sway side to side from her rhythmic hip movements, Molly was still surprised to see Vyki move with such subtly sultry signals only emphasized further by the locked corset slightly exposed above her waistband before retreating under the tied off shirt. The shirt that barely held the bouncing globes was an obviously sexual parity of a turn of the century pop-star, itself an homage to the sexualization of promiscuous girls. Those boobs yet another trait hiding her spouse’s natural form and convincingly showing a sexy girl.

But tearing her attention away from those exquisite mounds, Molly followed up Vyki’s chest to submissive signaling locked collar as the final step before she reached her friend’s masterpiece. Looking at Vyki’s face, she could find Paul in it, but it took focus to find him. Except for those eyes. Even softly accented and outlined, the color and expression seemed to scream Paul to her; even in their current hazed and distant look.

However, the crowning cover blurring the nature of the person before her was the red braids tied to her head. Molly knew it must be attached to bare skin underneath as Paul had kept his head shaved for years. Yet, even looking at it now, the hair appeared to naturally belong there with only the consistency of the color and the owners apparent age gave closer to the impression of a MILF dying her hair than a wig providing hair that is absent. The illusion was further convincing as the subject of her gaze brought her manicured hand up to her ponytail in an apparently nervous nature when she could tell she was being scrutinized but unsure what she was supposed to do. Noticing her unease, Molly broke out of her intense analysis to try ease the tension, “did you see your Daddy off well?”

Vyki’s almost childlike response of a silent nod as she caressed her hair inadvertently played into a submissive sexual appearance. Molly was glad to finally have some calm, quiet, alone time to try to talk through things one on one with her. Molly held her hands out to her lover of years and parent to their children, “come here, Vyki.”

Vyki wasn’t sure if Molly was trying to critique her, judge her, or about to yell at her when she came back in the room only to have Molly stare up at her body so critically. It was only when she finally got some guidance from Molly that she was at least comfortable to move, but still was unsure if she was walking into a safe place or a lioness’s den.

Grasping her hands, Molly was impressed as always at Katie’s skill as she gently guided Vyki down to sit facing her on the couch.

Holding her hands lovingly but firmly, Molly began by saying, “I know you’ve been through a lot of the past few days, but let me just say you have... amazed me but what you have achieved.”

Vyki wasn’t sure where she was going with this, but it was least not the tense interactions she had been having with Molly over the past few days, so she just continued to look at hear as she seemed to need to get some things off her chest and it helped Vyki’s mind focus on something other than the sexual desire emanating from her stimulated and trapped rod.

“When I first brought this up to you, I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to get comedic mess in a dress, but you surpassed anything I could have imagined.” Molly took a deep breath as she tried to find a way to admit her scariest possibility, “and I can’t help but wonder if this is because of maybe who you want to be.”

Vyki was a little surprised by that as she had been so focused on filling the role, she hadn’t really taken a moment to see if she wanted it, but she began to emphatically deny it by shaking her head and plainly stating in her feminine voice, “no, I...”

Molly interrupted her, “please, this is a lot for me to process and get out, so let me just get through it, okay?” as she smiled and gently squeezed Vyki’s hands again.

Vyki really unsure of where this was going, hesitantly nodded her head to let her continue.

“I want you to know regardless of what it is and what you want to do, I love you and I support you in whatever decision you make. The only thing I ask is that you continue to be open and honest with me. You are my partner, better than I ever deserved, and more than I could ever want. Whether this was a spirited fling to explore the world, or the birth of a new life, I want to be here for you in whatever steps you take, okay?” Molly said pausing to let that sink in before she pressed further.