”“So your friends don’t have multiple wives or husbands or whatever?”“No. None of my friends, actually. We’re the outliers. I can’t imag...ne you know too many people with relationships like mine.”“True. Mrs. Reynolds says a bunch of the doctors at the hospital have affairs, but those are hidden, I guess.”“And given what I’ve seen at the hospitals where my wife works, I think Liz, Mrs. Reynolds, is correct!”“She always says her brother is a total straight arrow, though. He gets hit on by nurses. I’d always been a fan of the stately homes in several older neighborhoods of St. Louis built and developed in the late 1800’s and early 1900’s, so I bought a big house in the historic Compton Heights section of the city. It had been built in 1897 for a railroad tycoon but it had fallen onto hard times over the years. I was planning my surprise for Abby’s return as I walked back to my truck when my stupid cell phone gave its blaring ring. I didn’t recognize the number on the screen. ‘Matt. There was a lot more film of mom and dad talking before they went out. They talked about the cloths mom should put on, the places they were going and what they were planning to do when they went out. Dad would talk about how he was going to set mom up with this guy and that guy. How much he loved watching her being fucked by either some guy they knew or some stranger they planned to pick up.The film began showing mom being undressed by different guys and her sucking their cocks and then finally. Harder. She squealed again into her hand, her blue eyes rolling back in her head. I grinned at the pleasure bursting out of her. I gave my daughter rapture. She loved every second of milking my cock.The pleasure slammed into my mind. Sparks burst across my vision. My balls unloaded into my fourteen-year-old daughter’s wonderful snatch. Her flesh rippled around me. Her pigtails danced. Then she collapsed on my chest, her hand ripping away from me.“Daddy!” she mewled, rubbing her face into my.