You’re pissed.

You thought you where going to be the only man that Amy said she loved you to ,yet she just said it to Mr. Jones, You thought this was a one-time deal, yet Mr. Jones had just extended it. And the idea of this lasting another weekend has made you more mad than you have ever been in your life. The thought of her being with another guy for even one more second made something inside of you snap. You decide you are going to remove all traces of that guy from her and any guy from her, starting with her father. So you shout, "Greg You promise your daughter we would have three days after he left. Well, he left, so you better get going!"

Greg started off saying, "HOW DARE YOU TALK TO ME LIKE THAT." but Amy cut him off. "Daddy, he is right, you promise."

Greg "Fine, I am going, but because I promise you, princess, and not because of that scum. No, you better not. "You know he is about to say no sex, so you cut him off by slapping your wife's ass. "Get that ass in bed; I am going to spend the next three days pounding you till you can't walk!" You wanted him to know you were going to fuck his daughter, and there was nothing he could do to stop you.

Of course, he snapped, "Don't you dare talk to my princess like that."

Amy "Daddy, you promised."

You mocked him, "Yeah, Daddy, you promise; now be a good little daddy and move alone so your princess can be my slut for the next few days." Before pulling Amy inside the cabin and locking the door so her father was locked out.

You can hear him cussing you out from outside the door, but you don't care; you only have one thing on your mind. And that was fucking her, so how hard that you removed all trace of the other man from her, so you throw her down on the bed. It didn't matter that your cock easily slipped with space to spare inside of her as if it was nothing; you were going to fuck her until it formed back into your shape.

Her father's voice was quickly drowned out by her screaming, "YES, HONEY POUND MY DELICATE PUSSY!"

You don't know how you did it, but you fuck her longer and harder than you have ever fucked anyone in your life. To your amazement, you fuck her till she passes out, which was something you had never been able to do in the past. She eagerly jumped back onto your cock the moment she woke back up. That's how it went for your three days without her father. As if it was clockwork, he came knocking at midnight after the third day, waking you up from your recently started post-sex nap. You hadn't put clothes on since you threw them off three days ago, so you honestly didn't even consider throwing clothes on as you opened the door for her father.

Greg "WHERE MY DAUGHTER?!?... Have you no decently throw some clothes on..." What a hypocritical ass; he has walked out naked in front of you after fucking Amy countless times, so you decide to be a smart ass. "What do you want first, me to get dressed or me to tell you where my wife is?"

Greg snapped, "Don't you dare refer to her as your anything ever, you scum bag."

"Well, MY WIFE is in the bedroom."

Greg "For you being a smart ass, I am going to bring her out here and fuck her right in front of you. Also, in case you heard, you have been fired."

"Well, for starters, she is not coming out here. She hasn't been able to move since I started fucking her on the bed. Second, she just got done having sex, so I doubt she will be ready for another go for some time. And third, the deal was I get a job, and you get your stupid little game, so No job, no fuck!"

However, trying to sound tough, Greg didn't listen to a word you said as he stomped past you to the bedroom, and when he saw Amy, he shouted, "I am going to fucking kill you!"

which woke Amy up. "Hay, Daddy."

Greg "Stay there, princess. I am going to call the cops on John."

Amy slowly rolls her naked cum covered body towards." Why Daddy? He only did what you have done in front of him so many times in the past."

The look of complete aggravation and defeat on Greg's face when he glared back at you was priceless/

For the next three days, Greg kept pressing to have sex with his daughter. She denied him on the first day because she was too sore, and she denied him on the last day because she was getting ready for her date with Mr. Jones. This means you only had to see her getting pounded by her father once, although you didn't know whether to be happy that you didn't have to watch your wife having sex with her father on the third day or mad because it met you would have to watch her go out on a date the following day.

On the bright side, you did finally get to go home at their date was over, although your flight was on Mr. Jones's private jet, and they did rejoin the mile-high club on it, and he did plan another date with her after you landed. So I guess that wasn't much of a bright side; in fact, you were storming mad as you realized that this **** was likely never ending as you silently drove home. So there was only one thing you could do, and that was to throw your wife onto your marital bed and fuck her long and hard until she passed out from pleasure, and you temporarily forgot that she wasn't ever going to be only yours.

That is how it went for the next seven weeks. Mr. Jones would take your wife out on a date on the weekends, which you would graciously volunteer to be the driver for just so that Mr. Jones or her father did have the opportunity to pull any funny business. And when you got home, you would fuck the shit out of her pussy so that you could forget the weekend.

However, on the eighth weekend, something seemed different about Mr. Jones, as if he decided to do something whether you were around or not, which scared you, so you tried to be extra close that weekend.

It was Saturday night at 9:15 and 21 seconds, and they were looking over an empty field at sunset. You remember every detail of it because it was the moment that changed your life. Mr. Jones turned to your wife and dropped down to one knee “Ms. Amy Jones, you are the most wonderful woman. Would you make me the luckiest man in the world and be my wife?”

You can feel Amy giving you a secret side glance.