Family Dinner

Nsaku had elected the slow burn. Months passed with the sexual tension gradually growing. Elizabeth could barely be in the presence of Nsaku for more than minutes without showing her hunger for him. Perhaps worse, Nsaku was gradually remaking Douglas's second attempt at a normal family with Elizabeth. Their children respected Nsaku more than they did Douglas.

"Pass the mashed potatoes, Elsa," Douglas instructed mildly. Elsa ignored him, futzing with a roll. Douglas sighed. "Mashed potatoes, Elsa."

"Elsa," Elizabeth said, "Do as Daddy asks." Elsa continued to pluck at the roll, her free hand playing with her blonde curls. She was the exception to the raven haired beauties that Elizabeth normally had.

"Child," Nsaku finally instructed, his voice so deep. "Give the boy a roll." Elsa blinked, her blonde doe eyes big looking at the black giant, finally complying. Douglas sighed. He'd expected a sexual cuckolding. He hadn't expected a social one, despite his past.

After dinner, Nsaku watched Elizabeth clear the dishes. He looked at her daughters, at her husband. He was clearly a cuckold, being a father to J.D. King. It was clear their union was superficial and fragile. And despite all this, they invited the spider once more into their home.

"Woman," he finally said. "I want you washed and prepared in the bedroom, in your nicest lingerie. You shall sleep on the couch." He nodded his head towards the living room, staring down Douglas.