Connor Johnson; 45; Married with Teenaged Twins

"Need coffee." I heard my wife's voice commanding me like she so often did.

I opened my eyes and looked over at Sasha, my high school sweetheart and wife of twenty three years, and told her to "get it yourself, bitch." It just slipped out and both of us were shocked.

I prepared for a volcanic eruption of anger, but instead Sasha got meekly out of bed and said. "Yes, dear."

I could not quite believe what had just happened. I could have tried to explain it. Instead, I was focused on watching Sasha unable to get it out of my head that she was different somehow but I could not figure out what it was. Sasha looked like the same beautiful woman I married the summer before college, but as much as I admired her body, I just felt different about her.

I went downstairs and was surprised to see Sasha had not only made coffee, but was anxiously working to cook breakfast.

"That smells amazing." Said my daughter Claire as she walked into the room. I smiled as my sweet, innocent eighteen year old daughter sat down at the table.

Then my daughter Tina sat down and I grimaced. "Slut." I barked at the girl.

"Daddy, please..." Tina looked confused and nervous.

"Don't 'Daddy, please' me, you cheap skank." The words just flowed out of my mouth. "It is true, isn't it? You let some boy stick his cock in you. You allowed yourself to be fucked."

Tina could not deny it, instead she equivocated "I. We used protection. Tyler loves me. He said that..."

"I don't want to hear it." I snapped. "You are my daughter." I said, though looking over at Sasha, the issues of her past indiscretions that I had long ago told myself I had let go of coming back to the forefront of my mind, I reminded myself that Claire and Christina were not biologically mine. I had always loved them as if they were my own, and for Claire, that was still true. But when I looked at my Tina now, I did not see my little girl, I saw a slut. I saw three holes and a pair of perky tits that needed to be put in its place.

With a simple gesture of my finger, I beckoned the eighteen year old girl to come to me. Tina stood and wordlessly walked over to me. I grabbed Tina by her arm and pulled her into my lap without any regard for her feelings. "Daddy, you're hurting me."
"Shut up." I barked. "If you are going to act like a whore, then I am going to treat you like a whore."
Tina could do nothing but cry. "Yes, Daddy." She eventually blubbered out. "I understand. I am sorry."

"Damn right you're sorry, but not as sorry as you're gonna be." My hand casually reached under the girl's blouse to feel her perky eighteen year old tits.

"Claire, sweetheart. I think it might be a good idea for you to stay home today. I don't think it is safe for you right now."
"Please dad, I don't want to miss school."
"Alright, but take Daddy's Glock with you. If anyone even looks like they are about to touch you..."
"Aim for center mass." said Claire.

"That's my girl." I smiled.

All this while, Sasha had been quietly making me breakfast. She looked nervously at me as she poured me coffee and buttered my toast. "You look like you have something you want to say."
"No dear." said Sasha. "I. I am just happy to make you happy and do my duties as your wife."

"Gimme some sugar." You said before grabbing Sasha and indulging in the taste of her lips for the first time in ages. As you passionately enjoy the sensation of your tongues dancing together in yours and hers mouth, you hear the muffled cries of pain coming from Tina as you twisted her tits for the fun of it.