Just accept it!

You certainly are not happy about what happened last night, but it's not like it was her fault; the man practically **** her to have sex with him. And even if it was her fault, it's not like she isn't already having sex with another person, so what's adding one more? Also, you love her too much to ever leave her over anything, so getting mad about last night would only hurt you. You look at her soft eyes and, in a defeated voice, say, "I understand; things happened."

Her face twists as if she is in complete shock as she asks, "Really honey, you are ok with it?" She jumps into your arms and hugs you. "You don't realize how much it makes me happy to know that you're ok with that. If you're ok with it, then I know I can be ok with it, and You know that means we are going to make it through anything. You know that, right?!?"

Leaving you wondering HOW THE FUCK DID SHE GET 'you are ok with what happened' from 'you understanding'? However, it was increasingly hard to concentrate when your hands slipped to her naked, and you could start feeling the heat off of her bare pussy pressing against your pajama.

Now you, like most men, have a simple problem, and that is you only have so much blood in your body. So when you have a warm naked pussy pressing against you, your biology takes over, and your body sends all its blood to your head. And not your head that has your brain in it. Engorging it and making it as hard as it ever has been, sending it poking into your wife.

Amy blushes and giggles. "Somebody is happy." As she slowly slides her hips up, pinching your pajama against you and her hips pulling them taut, which causes your head to pop out through the front slit and rest tightly under her warm lips. You can feel something hard and dry on her wet lips, which you instantly know to be the other man night old cum, but before you can put too much thought into it, Amy distracts you again by wiggling her warm pussy on top of your shaft while looking her deep blue eyes into yours and saying "And honey, I couldn't be happier that it is happy." She slowly inches her hips away from you, sliding her pussy down your shaft until your head slides into her womanly slit. With you ever so close to being inside her raw for the first time ever, she leans in and whispers, "I am all yours."

You know she meant well by her words, but all they made you think of is all the times you saw her father in her and the man fucking her last night, causing you to say, "Don't say that."

She wiggles her pussy lips on your shaft and gives you a fake pouting look while whispering, "But it's true, I am all yours."

You are compelled to correct her by adding "right now."

She must have misunderstood you because she rubs her slit over your cock head as she moans, "Yes, I am all yours right now; now go ahead and take me." Try as you might; you can't stop your mind from contemplating the word 'now.' You know she didn't mean it that way, and you know that you are the one that gave her that word, but she did repeat it, and your mind can only draw one conclusion from the word now. And that is, in the past and most likely the future, she won't be. Blind rage fills your body at the thought of her returning to the man from last night or her father.

Amy moaning, "Oh fuck baby... DAMM ... Fuck wow!" Snaps you out of your trance. The world suddenly comes back to you as you start to feel your own cum dripping down your shaft from your wife's womb.

Amy continues to moan, "OH SHIT, BABY, I didn't think you could." You were not sure what she meant, but if she meant staying hard after you came, well, neither did you. You HAVE ALWAYS been a one-and-deflated type of guy. So you are not only amazed that you are still hard after cumming, even though you don't actually remember cumming, but you are actually amazed that you're so hard that it hurts!

That is when more of the world comes into view, and you realize that you are lifting Amy up and pile-driving her back down on your rod once every two seconds. You didn't even know your small arms were strong enough to lift her from her naked ass like that once.

But here you are, watching her perfect blue eyes roll backward in her skull as you fuck her standing up. You know you shouldn't want to fuck her after what you saw last night, You know you are angry, and you know you shouldn't fuck her angrily, but the only thing going through your head is "FUCK HER... FUCK HER... FUCK HER HARD!"

Your blind rage filled you with one goal. If you aren't going to be the only one, you want to do it hardest, faster, rougher, and better than everyone else. You wanted to leave your mark on her, be externally and internally. But despite all your efforts, you could only give her little cums, and you could never push her to the big one that would make her pass out as her father could do to her. It didn't help that you were cumming every minute and a half for the first twenty minutes. The only reason you stopped cumming after twenty minutes is that you had nothing left to cum, so your cum changed into painful dry fires. But even that wasn't enough to stop you. With one singular goal in mind, you fucked through the pain. A goal that you never obtained before pure exhaustion makes it physically impossible for you to continue, and you lay next to your wife. Leaving both of your breathing so deeply that it fills the room.

With your last little bit of strength, you roll your head so that you can see your wife. She is tired, swore, covered in a mixture of sweat and cum, but fucked till she passed out; she most certainly is not. The thought that 'another man can do something with your wife that you can't' hunts you as a sleep over takes your body. After all the effort you put in, and still not accomplishing what others did with her, leaves your core empty and hollow. The feeling of emptiness only worsens when you wake up to find the room is also empty. In a panic state, you look for your phone to call your wife to find out where she is. However, no call was necessary as your phone had two text messages, both telling you where she was.

One from Amy

Dad swung by and insisted that I got with him since you were asleep. I knew you would be ok with it, so I just went. You're the best husband ever. Love You X0XO

and one from Greg

I know I promised my Princess that I would leave you two alone today, BUT THERE IS NO WAY I WOULD EVER LET YOU SLEEP ON MY PRINCESS, AS SHE JUST SITS THERE. She is coming with me, and you missed your chance to have a day with her. Because you are utterly worthless on what should be the best few days of her life, she is going to spend the day with me or any other man I can find.

His calling you utterly worthless hurt more than you thought they would as you look down at notice that the last message was from nearly two hours ago.

Internally as you slept, you knew she would be with another man, but you didn't think it would be so soon, and The thought of her being with her father so soon, maybe doing what you could not, infuriated you. You had to know if what you were imagining was true, so you quickly dialed her up, hoping she would pick up because, in your mind, that meant she wasn't having sex.

However, you couldn't have been more wrong. Because your wife did pick up the form and greet you with, "Ah ah, I am sorry honey, er yeah... ah I a little busy right now." in the background, you can clearly hear the sound of flesh slapping together and her father grunting followed by he father saying "Princess what did I say about lying." Followed by a sound that only could be caused by a spank which causes her to yelp. The sound of plastics crashing down and hitting the proceeds, your wife's moaning, "Dad, please hold on; I drop the phone, and it is still on."

Greg moans, "Don't worry, Princess, I am sure he will hang up if he doesn't want to listen."

Your mind finally understands the situation and realizes that it is your chance to leave way, and by the time it had Amy had already started saying, "Honey, are you still there?"

Now if your mind weren't so focused on its rage, you would have just hung up, but no, you did the only thing that came mature when asked a question you answered "Yes."

Your wife's moaning voice quickly rings through the speaker "Honey… Oh, Fuck Daddy, he is here, and he is listening."

Greg annoyed grunts "he has been there before."

Amy "Yeah, but you **** him then. Now he is choosing to be her. Daddy, he is ok with it, and it makes me so happy."

Greg "Princess, focus on what's in front of you. Focus on us."

She moans deeply. "Oh fuck Daddy, but it's so much better knowing he is here and ok with it."

You can see from the tone of Greg 's voice that he is more than annoyed that you are involved in this in more than a way to humiliate you (not that you are enjoying this either), and he secretly wishes that he let his daughter hang up, but it too late now. "Princess, it's just you and me in this room; it's my dick giving you pleasure."

Amy moans deeply, "Oh, Daddy, I know you're the one fucking me, but can't you see how both of you are making it feel good!"

You can tell Greg hate this as much as you do. He wanted you gone, not more involved. You could almost hear the sounds of gears inside his head turning behind the sexual sounds of him grunting and Amy moaning. It doesn't take long for the quick-witted Greg to say, "Oh princess, what are you doing now?"

Amy Moan "Oh fuck… I'm being fucked so good."

Greg grunts as you hear his hand brushing against her ass. "Whose cock pleasures you more?"

You can hear Amy voice crack as a sign that she is getting close to an orgasm as she moans, "Please… oh fuck! I'm so close, daddy. Please, no!"

Greg laugh. "But Princess, I think your husband deserves to know." as you can only guess that he is playing with her asshole

"Daddy, Just can't, not like this!" Amy voice quivers as her father keeps her just on the edges of orgasm. But it didn't matter that she couldn't answers, The fact she couldn't answer when you knew you were the man she loved most told you that it was her father.

But that didn't stop her father from further pressing her. "Then tell us why you are getting fucked by me and not with him?"

Amy Squeals "Daddy, please, I am so close, let me cum!"

Greg grunts, "Not until you answer all my questions, Princess!" Confirming your suspicions that he is preventing her from finishing.

Amy whimpers. "Ah ah, ok. Ah, because when you walked in, I was awake, and my husband wasn't."

Greg "Why was he asleep?"

Amy moaned, "Because he was so happy and tired from our lovemaking."

In sharp contrast to Amy, who was impossibly on edge, Greg couldn't have seemed calmer as he said, "And why were you awake?"

Amy moans in her weak, shaky voice, "I am sorry honey, but I need to."

Now the smart thing to do not to increase your suffering what be to keep your mouth shut, but you have already spoken once, and the love of your life just did apologize to you, so you responsively answered with, "It's ok."

Hearing your voices must have given her confidence in what she was going to say because in a deep passionate voice and with no hesitation, she says, "Oh daddy, although I loved the loved making with him, I needed to but fucked more and harder if I was going to pass out from it."

You suddenly hear the bed stop creaking loudly as Greg roar, "I knew that little fucker couldn't satisfy my Princess in bed."

Amy "But he is the best at satisfying in other ways. Daddy ITS CUMMING. CAN I FINALLY?"

Greg "Yes, Princess, go right ahead, cum on your daddy's cuck!"

Amy "YES YES YES!.. DADDY QUICKLY SHOWS HIM. I NEED HIM INVOLVED; I NEED HIM TO SEE." You hear the sounds of a phone camera click before Amy screams "YES!!!" and then the whole room goes quiet, followed shortly by the phone hanging up and you getting this message from Greg

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Here is a real man doing what you can't. Now let my princess sleep; she is exhausted.