Chapter 6
(MF, Fm, exh, voy, Mdom, NC?)
A private eye reports on Nellie's infidelities, and Frank and the kids enjoy the photos, tape recordings, and film of Nellie and Dr. George at a motel...
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It was nearly noon Tuesday before I got out of bed, draped myself around the toilet and puked my guts up. At one point, I feared actually regurgitating my intestines after nothing was left in my stomach except sickly green bile. I chanted the drunk's morning after mantra, ‘Never again, God. Never again.' I'm a devout atheist, but I find myself talking to that non-existent deity at the porcelain after every time I have a horrendous hangover.
After eating an entire package of saltines, my stomach nearly stabilized.
There was a knock on the dining room door. I tied my blue terry cloth bathrobe, stumbled to it, opened the door, and saw a man wearing a three piece confederate gray business suit, holding a large, thick manila envelope.
"Whatever you're selling, I'm not interested. Go away."
"I'm not selling. I'm giving. And... I'm certain you'll be interested," he replied politely, handing me a gold embossed business card.
David Diamond
Private Investigator
Richard Jansen & Associates
Security-Investigations
Like his suit, the card wasn't cheap.
I'm certain I looked as confused as I felt.
"Our client, Mrs. George Huddleston, suspected her husband, Dr. George Huddleston, of infidelity, and employed us to surveil him. Our investigation is complete, and Mrs. Huddleston instructed us to provide you with a copy of the final report. If you wish, I am authorized to give you an oral synopsis of our findings."
"Yeah. Sure. Come in. Would you like some coffee? I was about to brew some."
"Yes. Thank you," he replied. Then cautiously he asked, "You don't have anything contagious, do you?"
"As far as I know, hangovers are not contagious."
He sat on the living room couch, opened the envelope and spread the contents on the table: a typewritten report, an audio cassette tape, several color glossy 8x10 photographs, and a spool of 8mm film. "Do you have a super8 projector?" he asked.
"Yes. My in-laws gave us a camera and projector a couple of years ago."
"Our surveillance began Friday, May 21, when Dr. Huddleston told Mrs. Huddleston that he was going to Houston to visit his brother, who was in the hospital, recovering from gallbladder surgery. While following him, it became obvious that he was also being followed by a black over bronze 1973 Oldsmobile Cutlass, which turned out to be Mrs. Harris' vehicle."
"That was the weekend Nellie went to a leadership seminar," i absentmindedly said.
"Dr. Huddleston, and Mrs. Harris stopped at the Traveler's Haven Motel off I-10 in Channelview. Dr. Huddleston went to the office and registered. The couple went to room 210. The top photo is of them entering the room."
Nellie wore red hot pants and a halter top. She always dressed conservatively. I never imagined her wearing anything that would expose so much flesh in public. The bottoms of her butt cheeks showed.
"After they entered the room, I affixed a tiny transmitter to the window while my partner rented the room directly across the swimming pool, where we set up our surveillance apparatus. We heard them engaging in coitus. Afterward, she asked him about his divorce. He claims his attorneys are working on it to make certain his wife wouldn't clean him out," Diamond said with a sarcastic smirk. "It's all on the cassette tape. Then, they left the room and went to the pool. You can see them in the next several photographs. We also recorded them using a parabolic microphone."
She wore the skimpiest red bikini I had ever seen.
"Uh, do you take anything in your coffee?" I asked.
"Black, thank you," he replied. "I have their activities in the pool on film, as well as photos."
There was a photo of her diving, and the next one of her surfacing with her tits exposed.
"Dr. Huddleston registered at 3:36p.m. Friday, and checked out at 11:48a.m. Sunday. Except for going out to expensive restaurants for brunch and dinner, they spent their waking hours engaging in sex, swimming, and complaining about their respective spouses."
I was stunned by the photos of my wife in the pool, brazenly showing off her body to the men in and around the pool.
"After they left the motel, they would get together once or twice a week at an apartment here on the island that Dr. Huddleston rented for the purpose of assignations. Mrs. Harris might be interested to know that Dr. Huddleston found her replacement a week ago; a 19-year-old community college student, learning to become a dental assistant."
"That's it?"
"Not quite. Mrs. Huddleston tasked me with surveilling your wife this past weekend," he said. "I didn't expect anything to happen Saturday, because of your daughter's birthday party. Where is your daughter?"
"I don't know," I said, then remembered her waking me to tell me she was going to The Carnival. "Oh yeah, she and her friends went to The Carnival."
"As I said, I wasn't expecting anything to happen Saturday, so I was surprised to observe Mrs. Harris leaving the apartment while the party was in progress. She appeared to be angry. She got into her vehicle, and I followed her to the Enchanted Palms Apartments, where she knocked on a door and was admitted by a young man who appeared to be in his late teens. Those apartments are similar to these, except that those are flats. I had been in one of them before. They were one bedroom. I quickly affixed a transmitter to the bedroom window, and returned to my car, where I tuned in on my AM radio. There were sounds of copulation. It's on the tape."
"My wife is fucking a teenager, as well as George?"
"Apparently so. While they were copulating, two more teens entered the apartment, surprising your wife. The teen she was with... Bobby, cursed the intruders, Rex and Ray, and ordered them to leave, which they did, high-fiving each other as they exited. Mrs. Harris and Bobby resumed their activities. The intrusion seemed to have invigorated Mrs. Harris."
"Holy shit! She's a slut too!"
"Too?" Diamond asked.
"Never mind. Go on."
"I was going to follow Mrs. Harris, but I saw Ray and Rex return to the apartment, and listened to the conversation. It's the last thing on the audio tape. It turns out that the intrusion was planned at the last minute. They were with Bobby when he talked to Mrs. Harris on the phone. The apartment was vacant and in the process of being recarpeted. The trio arranged the intrusion, so Ray and Rex could later blackmail Mrs. Harris into having sex with them also. The conversation includes the passing around of a marijuana cigarette."
"Those sneaky little bastards."
"You seem to be more upset with them than you are with your wife."
"I do?"
"I could be mistaken," he said. "The last of the photos is of Dr. Huddleston and Mrs. Harris entering your apartment Monday afternoon, then the girls entering and exiting, and Dr. Huddleston exiting hurriedly. It was an interesting afternoon for everybody involved."
"Did Mrs. Huddleston find it entertaining?"
"Very. That's why she wanted you to have copies of everything. And she requests that you call her at your earliest convenience. She wishes to discuss the matter with you. Her private number is on the back of my card."
"Thank you."
Investigator Diamond opened the door to depart, and the girls entered.
"Hi," Felicity said cheerfully. "I'm Felicity. Who are you?"
"David Diamond."
"He's a private investigator. He's been tailing your mother and Dr. George."
"Really!?!" she squealed. "You're a real private eye!"
He nodded his head.
"That is so cool! I never met a private dick before!"
Wendy asked, "Did you get pictures of them "Doing It"?"
"Uh, no, I didn't."
"Did you get tape of them "Doing It"?" she persisted.
"Well ...uh... I can't say."
"You did!" Peggy said. "You recorded them having sex."
"Did you enjoy listening to them fu-fornicate," Pauline asked.
I thought I detected movement in the detective's suit pants.
He cleared his throat nervously. "No. I'm an objective observer."
"Do you do this a lot?" Pauline persisted. "Listen to people committing adultery?"
"No. This is actually my only infidelity investigation. I investigate corporate and political individuals and groups."
"And it didn't turn you on, even a little bit, to listen to Dr. George fu-fornicate Mrs. Harris," Pauline probed, looking directly at his crotch.
"I have to go," he said. "I'm late for an appointment."
I suddenly had the urgent need to defecate, and ran to the bathroom. At first, it seemed like a good, healthy shit. I had to strain a bit to expel a thick, solid turd. Then, the excrement got softer and softer, until it was liquid, squirting out my anus. The aroma was noxious, like something crawled up my ass and died. It took a while to clean my ass.
When I returned to the living room, Felicity, Peggy, and Wendy were admiring the 8x10 color glossies, while Pauline read the investigative report aloud.
"Dr. Huddleston: You loved it. Didn't you, Nellie? You loved having those men stare at your tits."
"Mrs. Harris: Yes! I cannot believe what a turn-on it was."
"Dr. Huddleston: I want to show them your hot pussy and your sexy ass."
"Mrs. Harris: No!"
"Dr. Huddleston: You want to do it. You know you do. It'll make you so fucking hot. Climb up the ladder. When you step on the top rung, I'll pull your bikini bottom down."
"Mrs. Harris: Don't you dare, Georgie.
Mrs. Harris climbs the ladder. When she reached the top, Dr. Huddleston reached up and pulled her bikini bottom down to her knees.
"Mrs. Harris: (loudly) Georgie, Have you lost your mind?"
"Dr. Huddleston: Yes. Your body drives me crazy."
"Mrs. Harris: I can't believe you did that to me in public."
Dr. Huddleston and Mrs. Harris run to their motel room and close the door.
Peggy giggled, "Here are the pictures of him pulling her bikini down."
"She's trying to look mad," Wendy giggled. "But you can tell that she ain't."
Pauline continued reading, "Mini transmitter affixed to window picks up conversation.
"Mrs. Harris: What are you doing?"
"Dr. Huddleston: Opening the drapes a couple of inches, in case a peeping Tom happens to pass by while you're sucking my cock."
"Mrs. Harris: You are such a pervert."
"Dr. Huddleston: You're at least as much an exhibitionist as I am. Suck my cock."
"This investigator departed the observation post, and walked past the couple's motel room in an attempt to get visual confirmation of the suspect couple's activities. This investigator observed the said couple, and confirmed that Mrs. Harris was indeed fellating Dr. Huddleston's phallus. Dr, Huddleston saw me, and whispered something to Mrs. Harris, who immediately became more animated in her endeavor.
This investigator returned to the observation post, rewound the cassette tape and listened.
"Dr. Huddleston: "You have an audience, Baby. Give him a good show. Oh, yes. Suck it, Babe. Suck my cock. There's a total stranger who knows that you're a cocksucker. My cocksucker."
"Let's play the tapes," Felicity said.
I should have put a stop to it. I know I should have. But I couldn't. The girls were having too much fun. I was having too much fun. I wasn't angry. Why wasn't I angry? I was amused. Amused and titillated. My frigid, prudish wife was, in reality, an exhibitionist, and a fucking slut. Not only was she fucking George, she was fucking a teenager. She was fucking and sucking George for the prospect of getting rich. Why was she fucking Bobby?
We didn't listen to every word of the recorded conversations, since they became repetitious, and we fast-forwarded a lot.
When Nellie arrived, we were eating popcorn, and watching the film of them in the pool. I had pretty much synchronized the sound with the action.
"Hi, Babe. We're watching home movies. You and Georgie really know how to have fun."
"What is wrong with you!?!" she shouted. "The kids shouldn't be watching this. Where... Where did you...?"
"Calm down, Nellie. Sit. Take deep breaths. Relax before you give yourself a heart attack."
"The kids?"
I explained the circumstances, how the investigator gave me the material, and how the girls took possession of it while I was in the bathroom.
"You should have stopped them! You should have taken it away from them!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I should have done a lot of things, Nellie. But the girls were having so much fun, I couldn't bring myself to stop them."
"But... but... but..."
"Give me no buts. Tell me something. I can understand your motivation for sucking and fucking the good doctor. Why Bobby? Why a teenybopper?"
"Oh, my God! You know!"
"Georgie's loving spouse hired a private investigator to surveil you and Georgie-poo. He has filmed, photographed, and taped your activities for the past three weeks, including your Saturday tryst with Bobby at the Enchanted Palms apartments. Now, Bobby, Rex and Ray have conspired to blackmail you into fucking and sucking them all."
"No! You must be kidding. He wouldn't do that to me!"
"He did!" Felicity said. "We heard it all on tape. You fucked him during my birthday party!"
"Watch your language."
I said, "You've lost the moral high ground, Nellie. Don't try to go Victorian on us."
She cocked her head, staring at me, bewildered. "You're not angry. You seem..." she searched unsuccessfully for a word.
"Amused?" I offered.
"Yes. There's nothing funny about this!"
"Au contraire, my dear. I find it infinitely amusing. My frigid, prudish spouse of more than a dozen years turns out to be a perverted fucking, cock-sucking, slut."
"I am not a... a... slut!"
"Let's put it to a vote," I said. "Kids, is my loving wife a slut or not? What say ye?"
"She's a perverted fucking, cock-sucking slut!" Felicity stated.
"You left out exhibitionist," Pauline said. "She's definitely a slut who gets off to showing her tits, pussy and ass to strangers, and gets excited knowing that a peeping tom is watching her suck cock. The peeping tom was a private eye, eying the action."
Wendy giggled, "Mrs. Harris is perverted, extra-bitchyness, fucking, cock-sucking slut."
"That's ‘Exhibitionist,' Wendy," Peggy said, "not extra-bitchyness. She is definitely a slut."
Nellie moaned, "I can't believe this. I can't believe you're allowing this."
"Doesn't it turn you on?" Nellie. "The closet exhibitionist being exposed. You've been yanked out of the closet, and put on display. You are free to be you! The real you, not that sanctimonious prude you've pretended to be all these years."
Nelly was stunned, surprised, confused, bewildered, and more than a little aroused.
She shook her head. "You seem like you... approve?"
"Whole-heartedly! Given the choice between a sanctimonious, frigid, prude, and a perverted fucking, exhibitionist, cock-sucking slut, I'll take the slut every time. I Love Sluts!"
"I don't believe this."
I said, "I could swear these fine young ladies to secrecy, but you know that each one of them has at least one other person they'll "have" to tell. And girls are much better at keeping secrets than boys. Boys are braggarts. They're compulsive blabber mouths. They can't help themselves. Bobby, Rex, and Roy are going to talk, and any boy they tell is going to tell other boys."
"Thank God, we'll be moving into our new home in a couple of weeks," Nellie said.
"That's not happening," I said. "I'm going to back out of the deal. I agreed to buy a house to please you. I hate suburban subdivision tract homes. I grew up in one, and I hated it. I love apartment living. I love The Enchanted Garden."
"Me too!" Felicity said. "I want to stay here!"
"You can't back out!" Nellie snapped. "We signed the papers Friday. It's a done deal!"
"I'll get out of it. I'll figure a way." I know I sounded a lot more confident than I felt.
Pauline, Peggy, and Wendy went home. I called Guido's Pizzeria and ordered a Supremo Grande with everything but jalapenos or anchovies.
Nellie remembered about the teenage extortionists. "What are we going to do about the blackmail."
"Since I already know about Bobby fucking you, there's no threat left," I said. "But I'm going to play the blackmail part of the tape for Bobby's daddy. Then put the fear of God in Bobby, Rex, and Roy. I'll threaten to file conspiracy to commit extortion charges against them. Bobby's an adult, so I can threaten him with prison. The other boys are juveniles, and I'll tell them about the gang members who are waiting there to brutally bust their anal cherries."
The phone and doorbell rang simultaneously. I grabbed the phone, and Nellie answered the door.
"Mr. Harris?"
"That's me."
"I'm Myrtle Huddleston. Did Mr. Diamond give you my phone number?"
"Yes, Ma'am, he did. I've been tied up with family matters, and haven't had the opportunity to call."
"Would you please come to my house and visit with me for a half hour or so this evening?"
"I was about to have supper with my family."
"I wish to humiliate my husband, but the humiliation won't be complete if you're not here to witness it. Your presence will make it more humiliating. I'm certain that you will enjoy it. And, I encourage you to participate in the humiliation. You should enjoy that."
"I'll eat a couple slices of pizza, and I'm on my way."
"What kind of car will you be driving?"
"A silver smoke gray 1964 and a half Mustang. Why?"
"So I can notify the gate guard."
She gave me an address in a gated community for the very wealthy.
"Mom flirted with the delivery guy," Felicity declared.
"I did not!"
"Did too! I saw you."
"I was just being friendly, and appreciative of his prompt service."
"Yeah. Right. I thought you were going to rape him in the doorway."
"How old was he?" I asked.
"He's a high school kid," Felicity said.
"You haven't told me how you and Bobby got together," I said, grabbing a slice of pizza, and taking a large bite.
"Yeah," Felicity asked, "how long has he been fucking you? Have you been fucking any other teenagers?"
"Felicity!" I admonished. "Let's be civil. From this moment on, we treat each other with respect."
"Respect?" Felicity scoffed.
"People in glass houses don't throw stones."
"What does that mean?"
"You're a smart girl. You'll figure it out," I said. "In the meantime, I have an appointment to visit with Mrs. Huddleston. She wants to humiliate her hubby, and invited me to observe, and participate. I should be back in an hour or so to hear your confession, Nellie."
The Huddlestons lived in an antebellum mansion on at least an acre of meticulously manicured lawn, trees, and flower beds. Some people admire wealth. I am not one of those people. Ostentatious wealth disgusts me. How many impoverished children could be fed, educated, and given decent housing for the cost of maintaining and operating this opulent monstrosity?
A liveried butler opened the massive double doors. "Mrs. Huddleston and Ralphie are in the parlor. Follow me."
"Mr. Frank Harris," the butler announced.
Mrs. Huddleston was sitting in a massive Victorian wingback chair. An abject Georgie was sitting, slumped on the ottoman.
"Please do come in, Mr. Harris. May I call you, Frank? You may call me Myrtle, or Myrt," she said. "Georgie, I've invited Mr. Harris here to witness your humiliation, as recompense for what you have done to his family."
"Myrt," I said in as arrogant a tone as I could muster, "you may call me Mister Harris."
I strode over to Georgie, grasped his shoulders, and brought him to a standing position. I hugged him, and patted him on the back. "George," I said sympathetically, "it's humiliating enough that you have to live with that snooty bitch. I pity you. And I forgive you."
I walked away, stopped, turned, gave Myrt the finger, and said, "Go fuck yourself, bitch. No one could blame Dr. Huddleston for going out to find good company and good pussy."
I walked out, hopped into my Mustang, started her, and said, "Let's go home, Sally." Yes, I named my Mustang Sally. Sally Mustang.
"What are you doing home?" Nellie asked. "I thought you'd be gone at least an hour, humiliating that asshole."
"I couldn't do it. I hated his bitch of a wife on sight. I don't like rich people... especially people born to wealth. I hugged Dr. George, and forgave him. Then, I told the bitch to go fuck herself."
"You forgave him!?! You forgave that asshole who led me on for two goddamn years, then calls me a gold-digging whore."
"I'm pretty certain that he's the gold-digging whore. He married into money. He's her whore."
"You can forgive him, but you can't forgive me."
"You want forgiveness? You are forgiven," I said, making the sign of the cross. "Go, and sin no more."
"You're forgiving her!?!" Felicity snapped. "She treated you like shit! She disrespected you! The bitch fucked around on you!"
"Felicity!?!" Nellie gasped.
"Your mother did all that because I let her. I allowed her to treat me like shit, and disrespect me, because I kept hoping that I would do something to please her. To make her happy."
"Why?"
"Because I loved her. And love makes you stupid. I'm not a take-charge kind of guy. I never have been. I'm a loner. That's why I enjoy being a reporter. I can be a team player in emergency situations, but, mostly, I do my thing. And I work for people who like me doing my thing the way I want to do it, and let me do my thing the way I want to do it. When someone says, ‘Lead, follow, or get the hell out of the way.' I get the hell out of the way. I have no desire to lead. And I've never found anyone I wanted to follow."
"Like the Lone Ranger," Felicity giggled.
"But, I've decided to make a change. I am taking charge of this household, and our little family. From now on, I'm the fucking boss."
"Kool!!!" Felicity cheered
Nellie harrumphed.
"Give me the checkbook," I demanded.
"You don't know how to manage finances. You've never balanced a checkbook in your life."
"I'll learn. Give me the fucking checkbook."
"No! You'll screw it up!"
"Here, Dad," Felicity said, handing me the checkbook and grinning triumphantly.
"You went into my purse!?!"
"Dad wanted the checkbook, and Dad is the fucking boss."
"Are you going to allow her to talk to me like that!?!"
"Felicity, I want you to be more respectful of your mother."
"I apologize, Mommy. Here. I'll give you back the four-pack of condoms I found in your purse. I thought you and Dad were spayed and neutered, or whatever they call it."
"Vasectomy for me. Tubal ligation for your mother."
"You and Dr. George used them?" Felicity asked.
There was an obvious hesitation before Nellie said, "Yes."
"No," I said. "He's not the type. He's the type who would say, ‘It's like wearing a raincoat in the shower.' He's a bareback rider if I've ever seen one."
"You're wrong," she said too adamantly. "He was concerned about disease."
"Then he must have thought that you were fucking men other than him and me."
"I don't know what he thought."
"After Bobby fucked you, maybe you decided to expand your sexual horizons, and maybe have some anonymous trysts."
"Oh, my God!" Felicity laughed. "She did! Did you see the look on her face? Like she thought you read her mind."
"No!" Nellie said. "No! You're being ridiculous. You have to know me well enough to know I would never do anything like that."
"Betty!" I said. "Betty's done it. Hasn't she? Got herself picked up in a night club for an anonymous impersonal fuck. Fucking just for the sake of fucking."
"I wish you could see yourself, Mom! You look SO guilty," Felicity giggled.
"No! I've done no such thing!"
"But Betty has, and she's got you thinking about it. I can see the attraction. You would be free to cut loose. No recriminations. No damage to the reputation. You can be anyone you want to be. Be as kinky as you want to be."
"You make it sound really cool, Dad. I mean, HOT!"
"Ridiculous," my wife snorted.
"Betty's done it. Hasn't she? And she's told you all about it, and how much fun it was."
Nellie stiffened. I knew I hit the nail on the head. "You haven't told me how you and Teenybopper Bobby got together."
Surprisingly, she opened up without further coaxing. "Bobby's father is the owner and general manager of the Enchanted Garden and several other properties, and he wants Bobby to learn the business from the bottom up. He's starting out as a gofer, helping anyone who needs him at any given time... painters, plumbers, gardeners, electricians.
"Nearly five months ago, our garbage disposal broke, and the sink backed up. The plumber looked at it, and told Bobby to replace it. You were working, and Felicity was with my parents, and I... erm..."
"Had a date with Georgie. What were you wearing?"
"A dress."
"A little black dress?"
"Red. Georgie's favorite color."
"Very short and clingy. No panties, I'm guessing."
"Did you flash your pussy, Mom?"
"No! Will you please make our daughter watch her language."
"Watch your language."
"Yes, sir," she said, snapping to attention and saluting.
"Bobby kept looking at me."
"And you liked being looked at."
"Yes. Then he blurted out, ‘You're beautiful, Mrs. Harris.' And I said, ‘Thank you. You are a very handsome young man,' or something to that effect. And he was down in the cabinet, under the sink, on his back, and I saw... erm..."
"His erection, bulging his pants," I interjected. "And you felt so sexy, knowing it was for you, knowing that young stud wanted to fuck you."
"You don't have to be so crude, Frank," she huffed. "But, yes. It was flattering, and tantalizing."
"It made you hot!" Felicity giggled.
"Your father is a bad influence on you."
"Bobby finished installing the new garbage disposal, and I thanked him and gave him a hug. He gave me his pager number, and told me to call him directly if I needed anything done. He said that he would take care of any problems right away. If I call the office, the work order gets put on a priority list."
"And, of course, you found reasons to call him, and were wearing something sexy for him."
"How long have y'all been "Doing It"?" Felicity asked.
"About three months."
"How many times have y'all done it?"
Nellie blushed. "Uh... It's not like I count."
"That many times?" I laughed. "Come on. Once a week? Twice? More?"
"Maybe once a week."
"Liar. You have a horny 17-year-old available whenever you want him. There's always a vacant apartment or two available."
"Oh, my God!" Felicity exclaimed. "Once or twice a week Grandpa picks me up at daycare, because Mom tells him that she has to work late."
"You had your parents babysit for you while you committed adultery with a teenage boy?" I chuckled. "That's kinky."
"Sometimes, I did have to work late."
"Liar liar, pants on fire!" Felicity said.
"You were cheating on me!" Nellie accused.
"But you didn't know that. Did you?"
"I suspected."
"Bullshit! You were obviously shocked when I told you about it. If you had known, you would have confronted me, and you know it. You would have thrown it in my face after you were caught sucking Georgie's cock. And, if you had been giving me pussy and mouth a couple of times a week, I would have had no reason to fuck Betty."
"So, I'm to blame for everything?" Nellie asked.
"No shit, Sherlock," Felicity said.
"Frank! You have to do something about Felicity's mouth."
My daughter and I looked at each other, thinking the same thing. We cracked up.
"I'm exhausted," Nellie said. "I'm going to bed."
"I'll join you. Good night, kid. Go wash your mouth out with soap."
"G'night, Dad. Have fun."
"That girl knows too much for a 10 year old."
"I don't suppose you knew anything about cocks, and cunts, and fucking when you were ten."
"You don't have to be so crude!"
"That prude act isn't going to work anymore. You're a fucking slut, and you know it. You can't hide it. You don't have to hide it. You're free to be the real you."
"I am not a slut!"
"You were fucking Georgie, and Bobby, and planning to fuck a total stranger."
"No! I... I... You make it sound..."
"Like you are a slut? If I was female, I'd be a slut. You bet your ass I would."
"You almost sound like you want me to be a slut."
"When did you discover that you love fucking? That your cunt craved cock? With me, you acted like you didn't enjoy fucking."
"Yours was so big. And I hadn't done it before, and it was frightening. And women aren't supposed to enjoy it. And one day, I realized that I didn't love you. You weren't interested in providing for me. You had no ambition."
"And you knew you could do better, and started auditioning for a new husband."
"You make it sound... "
"Like you were a whore?"
"Yes."
"Well. You're stuck with me. At least until Felicity goes off to college. If you want to leave, I will file for divorce, and use the evidence I have to maintain custody of Felicity, and make you pay me child support, and Mommy and Daddy and little brother will find out what a fucking slut you are."
"That's blackmail!"
"Yes. It certainly is. Get naked. Let's fuck."
"What!?!"
"Would you prefer me to rip your clothes off and rape you?"
"You wouldn't dare!"
I grabbed her blouse, and yanked. Buttons popped off and fabric tore.
"You bastard!"
I yanked again. The rest of the buttons popped off and the blouse pulled out of her skirt.
"Stop it!"
I pulled her bra down around her waist, then pulled her skirt up to her waist, and threw her down on the bed. I unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, then yanked her panties off.
She kicked at me.
I grabbed both legs under the knees and spread them wide.
"Stop! Stop it now, Frank!"
"You want it, bitch. You know you do. Your cunt is sopping," I said, guiding my cockhead to the opening and ramming the shaft in to my balls. I rammed it in hard four or five times. She humped and bucked against me.
She was still bucking when I withdrew.
"Why are you stopping?" she asked, frustrated. "Don't stop now!"
"You want it? You want my cock?"
"Yes, damn it," she hissed.
"Tell me."
"What?"
"Tell me you want my cock."
"I want it."
"What? What do you want?"
"Your cock," she whispered.
"I can't hear you."
"I want your cock," she said louder.
"Beg for it. Beg me to fuck you," I commanded, sliding my fuck finger in and out of her hot, slick cunt."
"Fuck me!"
"Louder."
"Fuck Me! FUCK ME!"
I rammed it in hard, and savagely pounded her cunt.
She lost control. "Oh God! Yess! Fuck me! Give it to me. Give me that cock!"
Nellie had two orgasms to my one. I thought I would never quit cumming.
As soon as the powerful ejaculations subsided, I went down on her, devouring all of my cum.
My tongue had her speaking in tongues. I brought her to orgasm, then fucked her again. She was vocal in her appreciation. She wouldn't let me go down on her again. Her pussy was too sensitive.
I rolled off, and was soon asleep.
Coming in Chapter 7 - Felicity sees parents fuck. Frank takes over family finances, and meets Pauline's grandmother. The gang orgies in Pauline's apartment, where the girls demanded to see the men fuck each other. Frank turns Nellie into a slut.
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