Opening Up

"Six times?" Catherine said in astonishment. "No man can go six times! Prove it!" She demanded.

"... how? I don't think being able to cum six times means I can cum a seventh."

Catherine pouted. He was right. He tended to be right. Not like he was always right, but he wasn't as wrong as she always thought he was before... before what? Something was wrong.

"Okay, so let's say you can do it six times in a day. I don't know if I can keep up with even that. And what if it is more?" She asked, looking Tom in the eyes.

Tom looked back at hers. Her eyes never seemed so large before. The worry was more genuine than he had ever seen from her. "Are you really that worried?"

"I just want you healthy and happy, hubby," she said. Wait, why was she calling him hubby? She liked it, but she never did that before unless she wanted something. "If I can't keep up with you, what's to stop you from cheating on me?"

A voice from the doorway interrupted her. Wanda stood there in her pajamas, the shirt buttoned down enough to just show off her cleavage but not reveal her breasts. "Are you afraid of Daddy cheating on you, or you losing him?" She asked.

Catherine pulled the sheets over herself. "Young lady! What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to help. You were loud enough I think we all heard you," Wanda said with a smile. "You want Daddy happy too, right? So is it cheating if he's happy but you also work to make him happy?" She asked.

Catherine stopped. "I... I mean..."

"You wouldn't cheat on Daddy, would you?" Wanda asked.

"No! Never!"

"And you never thought of it?" Wanda said, approaching the bed.

"Wanda, that's enough," Tom said.

"Wait..." Catherine caught her breath. "Tom, have you looked at other women? Be honest."

He stopped. He swallowed. "I have."

"And did it make you happy? Would you be happy to have... sex with them too?" She asked.

"I mean, most men would..." he trailed off.

"See Mom? Dad has looked and still came back. So maybe its okay for him to sleep with other women." Catherine looked like a frozen computer trying to process Tom and Wanda's words.

"I... I... I..." and she broke down crying. Tom flung his arms around her. "I just want you happy, Tommy... but I've been wanting to sleep with other men too. And women! I've been cruel to you!" She sobbed. Tom held her and patted her back.

"Well, you haven't been super nice, for sure. And..." Tom stopped and thought. He had a free pass to no longer feel guilty about fucking his landlady, his employee, his step-daughter. Maybe his reach would expand. "Maybe we should have an open marriage? We stay together, we make it a point to still be intimate regularly, but we also can fuck other people on the side. And I think it might be hot to watch you with someone or you watch me. Is... that okay?"

A small, fading voice in Catherine's mind screamed out on rage, anger and hatred. A louder voice drowned it out. It just wanted Tom happy. And if Tom wanted to see her as a sexy whore, fucking around and watching him fuck others, that was okay. But her daughter was here too. She heard this whole thing.

"Should we talk about this with Wanda here?" She asked.

Wanda giggled. "If you're open, I wanted to share Daddy too," she said. Catherine's face contorted to pure rage.

"What the fuck, Wanda!?" she yelled at her daughter. "You're my... you're his..."

"I was 19 when you married him, Mom. We are all adults. Besides, it's not like Tom raised us!" she shouted back. "Shouldn't Tom's decision be final?"

"Well? Do you want her young, tight body more than mine!?" She snapped at Tom.

"No, n-" he started.

"See, he hates your idea!" Catherine spat.

"You didn't let me finish," Tom said. The color drained from Catherine's face. "No, not more. But I do want it. And you cut me off." A stab of pain shot through Catherine's head. She made him... mad. No. Good wives don't do that.

He looked at Wanda. "And you barged in. You're in trouble." A stab of pain shot through Wanda. They both looked at Tom from their knees, as if pleading with him.

"I... I don't want you mad at me, Daddy," Wanda said.

"Let... let me make it up to you, baby," Catherine pleaded, not even recognizing that the sheet had fallen off of her breasts.

Tom took it in. The two of them were begging him for forgiveness. There was something he had wanted for a while, and now seemed like the best time to try for it.

"Both of you, bend over on the bed."

Tom had begun to enjoy some spanking porn before this ordeal began, and now was his chance. He took a breath and steadied himself. He had to push the limits of this. "I'm in charge. You both only get to sleep around with my permission. Am I understood?"

The women bent over at the waist over the bed, wishing to make him not be mad. "I understand," Catherine said, making sure the was wrapped in the bedsheet as she did so. "Yes Daddy," added Wanda as she bent over across the bed and faced her mother.

"I..." his voice began to falter and he steadied himself. "I am the owner of this house. I can have as many partners or flings as I want. You both listen to me. Got it?"

"Yes, Daddy" and "Got it" were echoed.

He grabbed the edge of Wanda's pajama bottoms and pulled them down, revealing her tight, fitness sculpted butt. He raised his hand and smacked it against her firm rear, and the smack echoed. "You don't get to dictate what mine and your mother's relationship looks like. Or anyone else with me than yourself. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said. He spanked her again, each one drawing a squeak or moan from her, until he had given twenty across both now slightly pink cheeks. "You listen to me, and don't think you're in charge of me again. Now go to bed." Wanda wiped a tear, pulled up her pants then left for her room.

He then went to Catherine's sheet-wrapped derriere. It was fuller and softer, as a 40-year-old mother of threes ought to be, but still tight. "I will fuck who I want, and you won't stop me," he said bringing his hand down.

"N... n... y... yes, Sir." She finally choked out.

"That includes your daughters if they want. Anyone." He brought down another smack.

"Yes, Sir."

"You can fuck others too, as long as I still say it's okay."

"But!" She exclaimed. "Why do you have veto power and I don't?"

"Because I know how some men are," he said. "Its to make sure no one misleads you," he added.

"Yes Sir."

He gave her a total of thirty. She cried after twenty. When he was done, he pulled her up and kissed her. There was a slight taste of cookie dough on her lips.

Tom suddenly knew his own happiness was paramount. It never was before, but it was now. No more being a doormat.

"Do you still love me?" Catherine asked him.

"I do. Do you still love me?" he asked her back. She stopped. Had she ever? She didn't have memories of what she felt now. She thought he was attractive. She thought he was useful. She didn't know if she had loved him. But she knew she did now.

"I love you. So much." She snuggled into his chest. "Tommy... if you're going to be fucking everyone you want... um... can I ask Paul?" She asked looking up at him. "I'll play with anyone you ask me to, but I want to ask Paul. For me." She knew Paul thought she was pretty, and she had entertained the notion before.

Tom thought about it. Paul was the only one who tried to get the country club to keep Tom when he missed a payment. Paul was always a buddy, at least when Brenda let him be. He hoped the brownie he gave her was helping Paul have the kind of night he deserved. He couldn't guarantee that, but he could guarantee a good night with Catherine.

"I might ask Brenda for my own playtime. Sounds fair," he said with a smile. She kissed him again and fell asleep in his arms for the first time in a month's worth of months.