That night, right after supper

"Claire, make sure Luke and Alex are kept busy for the next few hours," Phil whispered, leaning over her as she started dishes, his hands on either side her, on the counertop."

"Kept... busy?" Claire asked, looking at him. "Are you going to..."

"Yeah," he said, pressing his already hard cock against his wife's ass. "Yeah, I'm going to."

She swallowed hard, then pressed her ass against him. "Are you sure I can't change your mind?"

Phil kissed her mouth, pressing his hips forward. "Nice try, there, but I'm willing to bet you still have your daddy's sperm inside you. It's time for me to do the same thing." He kissed her again, then backed away. "Just keep them busy - unless you want me to fuck Alexandra instead."

Claire shook her head, a tear slipping from her eye. "Please don't hurt her," she moaned, but Phil walked out the kitchen door without another glance back. He had just reached the stairs when Claire called for Alex and Luke.

He grinned as he heard her offer the other two ice cream as a treat, then walked up the stairs and went directly to Haley's bedroom. Phil knocked, then opened the door without waiting for an answer.

Haley was laying on her bed, talking on the phone, and looked up as Phil came in. "I'm on the phone, dad," she said.

"I know, but I have to talk to you," Phil said, closing the door behind him.

"I have to go, Dylan," Haley said, hanging up the phone. "Yes, dad?"

Phil crossed the room and sat on Haley's bed next to the girl's hips. "Your mom told me that you've been sleeping with Dylan," he started, his cock throbbing in his pants. "I need to know if that's true."

Haley looked embarrassed as she answered, "Yes, dad."

"Does he treat you right?"

The girl nodded, looking away from him, not noticing his eyes roaming down her body. He reached up with one hand, and cupped it over Haley's breast. "Does he make sure you feel pleasure, or is he just focused on his own pleasure?"

Haley looked shocked as she felt her dad's hand on her breast for the first time, seeming frozen on the bed. "Dad, I..."