My Ex-In-Laws

MY EX-IN-LAWS

When A Wife Leaves, What Happens With The In-Laws?

Author's Disclaimers: This is a story--a fairy tale, a harem fantasy, a sex story--not a docudrama. This story is long. It falls in the Loving Wives category because a wife strays, but it is not a BTB tale, and it includes a reconciliation near the end. There is also an element of incest in this story. If any of these things bother you, please read another one of the many wonderful stories on this site. Everyone involved in any sexual activity in this story is over 18 and fictional. I do not have an editor (yet), so expect some errors. Please rate and comment on this story-I welcome constructive criticism.

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Chapter 1: The Announcement

I finally figured out that something was going on with my wife Liza while I was eating her pussy. I had stroked her thighs. I kissed her labia. I licked her slit; inserted two fingers to rub her G-spot, and sucked around her clit while I flicked it with my tongue. Usually, by then, her hips would be rolling; she would be moaning louder and louder; and her pussy would become a sodden mess of her flowing nectar. She often became multi-orgasmic and regularly squirted when I got her revved up eating her pussy. But tonight, none of that.

As I continued to lick my wife's unresponsive pussy and flick her clit, what had been going on with her came into focus. I had read enough Literotica stories to recognize the signs. For the past two weeks, she had been distant, distracted, even hostile toward me. She had chattered admiringly about her boss and our brother-in-law, Jack Hanson, but lately that had stopped. Most significantly, our sex life had dropped from 3-4 times a week to none in the last two weeks.

That is why I was eating her pussy tonight. It was Saturday night--the one night a week we devoted to having sex. But despite my best efforts, which usually were enough to drive her to several intense orgasms, tonight, it was clear she was not aroused.

I lifted my face from her pussy, usually soaking from her juices, and looked up her naked body with its neatly trimmed pubic hair, her flat stomach, her ribcage, and round C-cup breasts topped with pink nipples that all should have been shivering and coated with a sheen of perspiration. But her nipples were not erect, her body was still, and her skin was dry.

"What's going on, babe?" I asked in a whisper.

She looked down at me with an unreadable expression and said with an edge in her voice, "I guess it's all the stress from work." No 'sorry.' No 'thanks for trying.' Nothing.

"You can't put work aside and be present with your husband for one night?" I asked testily.

"No," she replied, dismissing my concerns. "I can't turn it on and off like a faucet. Besides, I have to work tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? You've got to work on Sunday?" I asked, unable to keep from bickering... again.

"I am an associate in a law firm. I have to work these hours if I want to make partner. You know that." She retorted as if those were the last words on the subject.

"But what about us? We have not had sex for weeks." I replied, trying not to whine.

"Fine," she said exasperatedly. "You can fuck me if you want to," lying back on the bed and staring up at the ceiling.

"No thanks," I replied tersely.

"Fine," Liza repeated with finality as she rolled onto her side with her back to me and pulled the blankets around her.

I sat on the bed and stared at my wife for many long minutes while she pretended to sleep.

The next morning I stood in our living room, testy from lack of sleep, holding a cup of coffee that had gone cold. Liza had already gone to work without waking me or leaving a note. I was trying to figure out what had happened last night and whether my wife was having an affair or if she thought I was having one.

My name is Michael Nelson. Mike to my friends. Only my wife called me Michael. Her full name is Elizabeth O'Grady, but everyone calls her Liza. Liza hadn't changed her last name from O'Grady when we got married because, in her words, "Why would I change my name?" I already have a name." In hindsight, that should have been a red flag for me.

I have known Liza forever--we are the same age (now 28) and grew up next door to each other. I was an only child, and my parents died when I was young, and I was raised by my grandparents as if I was a task they hadn't signed up for. So, whenever I got lonely, sad, or just wanted a good meal, I would run next door to the O'Grady family, and they would take me in and my life would turn from black & white into technicolor.

From my teenage years on, at one time or another, I have had a crush on each of the O'Grady women.

The O'Grady family consisted of Liza, her older sister, Madison, and a younger sister, Cassandra, or Cassie. The O'Grady girls, as I called them, were raised by their single mom, Sylvia, after their father died in an airplane crash several years ago.

One fundamental fact about Sylvia and the O'Grady girls that kept me tied to them like a planet orbiting a supernova was that they were all gorgeous. Not pretty, not cute, but drop-dead beautiful, each in their own way.

Sylvia was in her fifties, but didn't look like she was thirty. She was an effortlessly sexy woman who, despite bearing three kids, was still slender and elegant, with stylishly cut brown hair, laugh lines alongside her kissable mouth, and green eyes that always looked at me with love and affection and something else I could never name--in my fantasies, I dreamed might be longing. Sylvia had a woman's voluptuous body that I had always lusted after. One thing I loved best about Sylvia was how she touched me when we were together, dragging her finger across my back as she went by, holding my hand when we talked, always letting me know she was present, as if I wasn't already aware of her every move.

Madison, the oldest O'Grady sister, was tall with the looks of a dark-haired Irish princess. She had sparkling blue eyes the color of a mountain lake. She could be stern and sarcastic, and I was always afraid she could look right through me and see my lifelong yearning for her.

Cassie, the baby, was six years younger than Madison and two years younger than Liza and me. Cassie started as an awkward tomboy with glasses, braces, and mousy-brown hair, but blossomed into a real beauty.

Liza was the redhead of the O'Grady girls with long, straight, shoulder-length auburn hair, lively green eyes like her mother, and a pale complexion covered in freckles.

I developed a weird bond with Liza as soon as the O'Gradys moved next door. All through high school, she said that she was too busy to have a boyfriend, but we would do all the things that high school couples do, most of the time. We fought a lot and broke up many times, partly because she had the fiery temper of a red-haired Irish colleen. In truth, though, my moodiness, stubbornness, and insecurities caused as many of our fights as Liza's temper. Sometimes when we broke up, Liza would date other guys who were upper classmen-and college guys, and I'd pretend I didn't care until she eventually came back to me. I always took her back because she was the prettiest, smartest, and most driven girl at our school--she was my kryptonite and she knew it.

After high school, our relationship (or whatever it was) ended and we went our separate ways for a few years while Liza pursued her top priorities: graduating from a top-tier university, getting her law degree, and starting her law career, while I bounced around until I started my own tech consulting business.

While Liza and I were split up, I knew Liza wasn't acting like a nun. I even heard that she had an affair with an older married professor. As I always did, I pretended I didn't care. Instead, I decided to pursue my dream of a relationship with Madison. We became close, visiting each other at college and spending time together at home, but the timing was never right for anything more, despite the definite spark between us. Soon afterwards, Madison started going out with an attorney named Jack Hanson, and he got her pregnant, so they got married.

Eventually, I returned to my old hometown and moved back into my old house after my grandparents gave it to me when they moved to Arizona--it was a nice gesture, but giving me the house was like the final task of their to-do list, and I didn't hear from them very often after that. Liza came home too, for a new job as an associate at a mid-sized law firm in town. I was surprised when we met again at a party of old high school friends, and we clicked. We became a couple for the first time and, after a few years, we got married. We lived in my house next door to Sylvia and Cassie in the O'Grady family home. Madison lived nearby with her husband, Jack Hanson, and their three-year-old daughter, Lilly.

Jack was a senior partner at the boutique law firm where Liza worked. He was tall, articulate, and good-looking, but also ruthless, self-confident, and arrogant--everything you would want in a hot-shot corporate attorney. He seemed to have everyone fooled by his charm and glibness. Sometimes, I felt like I was the only one who could see he was also a predator, but I couldn't tell anyone because I knew no one would believe me, least of all, Liza.

Jack was also Liza's boss at the law firm where they both worked. Jack and Liza were a team and worked long hours together on what they always said were 'big cases' and 'major deals.' Jack was the frontman in charge of charming clients and judges, while Liza did all the back-office work, writing briefs, drafting contracts, and doing anything else Jack needed. Liza thought Jack walked on water and was sure that he would help her become a senior partner at the law firm. Liza joked that she was Jack's 'work wife,' which I did not think was funny--at all.

While Liza was spending long hours working with Jack, I was also burning the midnight oil trying to build my consulting business. This strained our marriage and was one of many things Liza and I still fought about. Another thing we argued about was that I wanted to start a family; I wanted kids, but Liza insisted we wait. However, the biggest source of conflict between us was Liza's sisters--Liza was insanely jealous of them, and I didn't help matters by wanting to be with them whenever I could.

It was no wonder that things got extremely complicated between me, Liza, and her family.

Then, something happened one Sunday. Liza and I were supposed to go next door for our weekly Sunday night dinner at the rest of the O'Gradys, but even though it was Sunday, as she had told me the night before, Liza was at the office working late with Jack, so I was going to meet her next door. As I was leaving my house, Liza's mom, Sylvia, called and asked me to bring over some champagne, saying, "Jack and Liza called to say they have some big news. Do you know anything about it?"

"Nope," I replied. "But I'll bring the wine just in case."

"Thanks, honey. You're the best. See you soon." Even her voice struck me like a tuning fork, and I couldn't help being drawn to Sylvia's voice, beauty, and curves like a moth to an open flame.

Cutting across our lawns, wine in hand, I walked straight into the O'Grady house, just as I always did. Madison held her daughter, Lilly, on her hip when she smirked, "Look what the cat dragged in."

I pretended to be shocked, but Madison's beauty was like a defibrillator to my heart, even while Lilly laughed at her mom, saying, "We don't have a cat, silly."

I sloppily kissed Madison and Lilly on their cheeks, and they both laughed. But the silkiness of Madison's skin and the scent of jasmine in her hair had me thinking bad thoughts about my sister-in-law.

But I was startled out of my daydreams about Madison when the youngest of the O'Grady sisters, Cassie, burst into the room and threw herself into my arms, rubbing her huge, obviously bra-less tits against me.

Cassie and Madison couldn't have been more different. Madison was perfectly made up, wearing an elegant blue smock, while Cassie wore no makeup, only ripped denim shorts and a cropped tank top that revealed her flat stomach and accented her huge tits that were clearly too large for her slender frame. Cassie had the face of the girl next door and the body of a porn star. In fact, Cassie was a porn star, or rather, she posted sexual content on her OnlyFans page for her thousands of subscribers. Cassie knew she was hot and loved the effect she had on men, especially me. I knew I shouldn't, but I enjoyed it when Cassie jumped into my arms to say hello, wrapping her tanned and toned arms and legs around me and giving me a long wet kiss on the lips with a lot of tongue.

Cassie's dramatic entrance made Madison's eyes narrow with the judgmental stare that only an older sister can give an obnoxious younger sibling. Where Cassie liked to show off her body, Madison tried to pretend that she was not a smoking hot MILF dressed up as a foxy suburban housewife, even though I knew that, during her college days, Madison had been as wild as Cassie was now.

Madison hissed, while covering Lilly's ears, "Cassie, you're acting like an unbelievable slut. How can we be from the same family? Stop grinding on him like a bitch in heat."

"Mom," Cassie yelled out to her mother, who was in the kitchen, "Madison is slut shaming me again."

We could hear Sylvia's sigh from the kitchen. "Madison and Cassie, can you two please stop bickering? You've been doing it since you were kids."

Cassie smiled broadly and said, "Madison, you're just jealous you didn't think of dry humping him first." Cassie's grin showed that she knew that her amorous greeting pissed off Madison and flustered me. And I was flustered, and more than a little turned on.

Cassie's over-developed, surgically enhanced tits rubbed on my chest as I firmly grasped her tight ass with her dancer-like, long legs gripping my waist. Her face was as beautiful as either of her sisters, with the O'Grady cheekbones, firm jawline, and petite nose, but Cassie had radiant blue eyes, full red lips, and deeply tanned skin, topped off with a stylishly disheveled mane of dyed strawberry-blonde hair. "Mike, you're here by yourself." Cassie winked at me and smirked sarcastically. "What a shock."

I was glad Liza wasn't there so I could fully enjoy all this attention and displays of affection from her beautiful sisters. I started to say, "Liza and Jack are going to be late..."

"... Because they are working on a really big, super important case." Cassie finished, sarcastically.

Madison said to me, "Mike, I don't know how you put up with Liza. All she thinks about is her career and herself. We've had to put up with Liza for years because she's our sister. We should have warned you, but we really thought you'd have figured it out by now."

"I could say the same thing about Jack." I retorted. Madison didn't respond, and I knew I had hit a sore spot. Everyone knew that Madison had only married Jack because he got her pregnant.

Sylvia merely nodded at the indisputable truth about Madison and Jack when she emerged from the kitchen, drying her hands with a towel. Sylvia didn't just walk into a room; she made an entrance with her slow swaying hips. Cassie and Madison looked at each other and sighed at how their mother, even at her age, could still turn any man's head. Madison sighed in exasperation, "Mom, you're as bad as Cassie."

I leaned over to offer my cheek for Sylvia to kiss hello, but I was more than a little thrilled when she took my face in her hands and kissed me hard on my lips. Sylvia's kiss was like a bolt of electricity through me. "It's always SO good to see you, Mike." Something passed between us as she hugged me closely in a very un-motherly way. Cassie and Madison saw it too.

Sylvia then sexily sashayed back toward the kitchen, deliberately adding extra sass to her hips as she looked over her shoulder and smiled at the expression on my face. Her daughters looked at each other and shrugged; they were used to their mom's attractiveness. To me, Sylvia was the sexiest of the O'Grady women. Her short brown hair, green eyes, and alabaster skin with a soft dusting of freckles made me follow Sylvia into her kitchen, wondering if she had freckles all over her body and how fun it would be to count them.

Then, we all heard the front door open. We went to the living room, and that is when the shit hit the fan.

Everything stopped when Jack and Liza walked into the living room because they were holding hands. A wave of rage instantly surged through me as I thought, 'What the fuck?' Madison's eyes narrowed. Cassie's mouth dropped open, and Sylvia immediately picked up Lilly and wrapped her in her arms.

Jack and Liza walked in together and stood unified in front of us. Jack held his head high, his salt-and-pepper hair perfectly coiffed, trying to keep a straight face, but unable to hide how pleased he was at our shocked expressions. Liza wouldn't look at me; she stared at the floor whenever Jack moved closer, as if he were claiming ownership of her. Jack and Liza stood next to each other, but they didn't seem to fit. Everything about them made his skin crawl. Jack was so much older than Liza; he was her boss and mentor; and now obviously he was leading her around like a child. 'God,' I thought, 'Is this all because Liza has some misplaced daddy issues?' My fists clenched, and I wanted to punch Jack in the face, but I knew that would only end up with me in jail.

Jack had the fake empathetic smile of someone with bad news, but who couldn't wait to tell us. He glanced at me, and a smirk flickered across his face before he hid it. He stood there, tall, good-looking, and knowing it, perfectly dressed in an expensive suit, making sure we all saw his hand holding Liza's. He was waiting for the perfect moment to drive a stake into all our hearts.

"We have news," Jack announced in his most lawyerly voice. We all held our breath until Jack proclaimed, "I have fallen in love with Liza, and we want a divorce."

His words hit us like a meteor.

We all looked in shock at Jack and Liza, who stood there so sure of themselves, composed as if they were posing for a family portrait instead of destroying all of our lives.

"What do you mean, you fucking bastard?" Madison demanded. She was already far ahead of me, already seeing where this was going.

Jack and Liza looked at each other and then at us, acting as if we were the problem, not them.

"I have fallen in love with Liza," Jack repeated, "and we want to be together, so we need to get divorced from you and Mike. We need to see where this takes us." With that said, he handed Mad and me two large manila envelopes.

Mad looked at her envelope like it had a communicable disease. "These are divorce petitions, aren't they?"

Jack nodded and tried to look sympathetic. "Yes, they are," he intoned. "We're sorry it has come to this, but it is something we both need to do."

I glanced, horrified, at the envelope in my hands and then looked at Liza, with my eyes filled with questions and dismay. Liza stared at me stone-faced with anger in her eyes. I couldn't figure out why.

"Liza, you're divorcing me without even talking to me first?" I asked in shock.

"There's nothing to talk about, Mike." Liza said dismissively.

"And Jack, you're really going to leave me and Lilly just like this and run off with my sister." Madison pronounced. It wasn't a question.

"Yes," Jack hurried to respond. "We are not going far. I am still Lilly's father, and I will still be part of her life, just like I have always been."

"You've been an absentee father and an even shittier husband. Go ahead and leave and take my slut of a sister with you." Madison hissed, her face hard and her eyes squinted, as Cassie moved to put her hands on Madison's shoulders. Lilly started to fuss, sensing the turmoil in the room, and Sylvia enfolded Lilly more tightly in her arms, while glaring at Jack and Liza.

Jack looked at Madison trying to look sad but without any sign of guilt or remorse in his eyes. At the same time, Liza glared at me with ice in her eyes, as if I had committed a crime against humanity.

I looked down at my clenched fists, trying to think of something that would stop this on-rushing train wreck. Finally, I blurted out, "How long has this affair been going on?"

Liza snapped, exasperated. "Mike, that is exactly the type of question that drives me crazy about you. That doesn't matter. We are telling you now. We wanted to tell you in person, so you didn't think we were trying to go behind your back."

I coughed out a harsh laugh. "Telling us in person doesn't absolve you of cheating on us and blowing up our marriages. So I'll repeat: how long have you two been having this affair? You obviously didn't fall in love today, did you?"

Liza glared at me defiantly. "How long doesn't matter. What matters is that things have changed and I want a divorce, " she added, glancing at her family.

"What things, Liza?" I asked sharply through gritted teeth.

"That's enough for now," Jack said soothingly, looking uncomfortable. "We've told you what we are doing and given you the divorce papers. Think about what we've said and review the divorce papers. They are more than fair.. We don't want to get into a shouting match. We just wanted to let you know as soon as we decided to leave. Now that we've done that, let's go, Liza." Jack took Liza's elbow and steered her toward the door, as she continued to glare at me over her shoulder.

Sylvia spoke in her sternest, most disappointed voice, "Liza, don't do this. Think about what you are doing." All the while, Lilly kept fussing in Sylvia's arms.

"I have thought about it," Liza replied with her chin up, still looking only at me with the same angry expression.

"So that's it?" Madison asked, just loud enough for Jack and Liza to hear. "You're just going to drop this bomb on us and then run off?"

Jack opened his mouth to say something to Madison, but Liza angrily pushed him out the door, and they left without another word.

The silence that followed their departure broke only when Lilly cried out for her momma. Madison took Lilly from Sylvia and robotically rocked Lilly as tears silently ran down Madison's cheeks. Sylvia, Cassie, and I just looked at each other in shock.

Finally, Cassie sighed, "What the fuck! I can't believe they just did that." Sylvia and Cassie hugged Madison again. I sat in my chair alone, staring numbly at the envelope in my hands. Lilly now cried uncontrollably. It was chaos.

A thousand emotions rushed through my head, all bad. Anger, sadness, despair, devastation--you name it. Sick to my stomach, with a massive headache coming on, I suddenly needed to leave; I couldn't think. I couldn't breathe and jumped to my feet. "I'm so sorry. I've got to go."

As Sylvia and Cassie pleaded with me to stay, Madison just sat there as still as a statue, filled with rage, staring into the abyss of her shattered marriage.

I went over to embrace Madison and, at first, it was like hugging a steel cable, but gradually she unclenched and melted against me, sobbing quietly in my arms. I tried to kiss the tears from Madison's cheeks, but her head turned, and suddenly we kissed with an electricity imbued with the deep sadness we both felt. In the tumult, we kissed for just a few long seconds before I pulled back, ashamed that I was kissing Madison when I should be comforting her, all while I felt guilty that I was somehow betraying Liza, even though she had just left me.

"Why are you sorry?" Madison said flatly, looking back at me with tears in her eyes and a stony expression. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"Neither did you," I said. As I was turning to leave, Madison, Cassie, and Sylvia grabbed me and told me that I couldn't go; that they needed me to stay. So, I stayed and we watched old movies (anything but rom coms). We cried off and on until Madison fell asleep in my arms and I carried her up to her bed. Then I went home to my empty house.

Chapter 2: Madison

About two weeks after Jack and Liza's 'announcement, I was alone in my living room, my mind spiraling between rage and despair over what Liza had done and guilt that I wallowing in self-pity when Madison and her family needed my support.

In between raging about Liza, I had been trying to contact Madison, but she had been avoiding me, telling me only that she needed time to deal with everything that was going on. Now, I felt trapped in my own home. I had just finished going through the house again to throw away or burn all her clothes and toiletries, even her toothbrush. All our wedding albums, the pictures of us together, and any other mementos of my marriage to Liza were gone. I had been doing this during my many drunken rampages through the house since Liza left me.

My house looked like a deserted war zone. I still had bouts of blinding anger, but they were slowly ebbing, replaced by a crippling sadness and despair about the end of my marriage to Liza and the lifetime of loneliness that I saw before me. She had never returned home after leaving with Jack, not even to get any of her things. She had just left me. She hadn't called or texted me, though I hadn't tried to contact her either. It was immature, I knew, but I figured that if she didn't want me, I didn't want her. It was the way we always behaved whenever we fought. But this time, of course, it was far more complicated than that.

I had learned that after leaving me and serving me with divorce papers, Liza had moved in with Jack into the much bigger house across town where Jack used to live with Madison and Lilly. Madison had taken Lilly and moved back home with Sylvia and Cassie because Madison couldn't stand the thought of raising Lilly in their old house, which Madison now hated..

Liza and I were weeks into the divorce process with no end in sight. I saw no reason to fight the divorce, but Liza was slow playing it... to torture me, I thought.

Jack and Madison were also divorcing, but theirs was far more acrimonious than ours. Once Jack had filed citing 'irreconcilable differences,' Madison had countersued, citing Jack's adultery. She sought extremely high alimony and child support, but the biggest bomb that Madison threw at Jack was that she sought sole custody of their daughter Lilly, claiming Jack was an unfit father. Madison and Jack appeared headed for a long, vicious divorce war.

So, Madison and Lilly lived with Sylvia and Cassie next door to me, while Liza was living with Jack in the same big house that Jack had shared with Madison. I lived alone in the house where I grew up and formerly shared with Liza. Things kept getting more complicated.

Thankfully, the house I lived in was mine because my grandparents left it to me before I married Liza, so it would not be community property that Liza could claim in the divorce. We had no children, so there were no child custody issues. Liza made as much money as I did, so there'd be no alimony either. Our divorce should have been a simple division of what little property we had accumulated during our marriage, but Liza had made no effort to reach a property settlement, and I was not going to spend my money on the divorce if I could help it.

I was living the bachelor's life in my house, feeling abandoned and sorry for myself, drinking too much, and eating take-out food too often. Thankfully, the O'Gradys would not let me be alone for long. Sylvia would call me to come over for home-cooked meals. Cassie took me out to bars and clubs with her friends, doing everything she could to cheer me up and get me out of my house. Even Madison would come over to have a drink with me.

I went over to the O'Gradys' house whenever I could to mow their lawn, clean out their garage, and any other chores I could do to keep busy. Madison was still avoiding me, but Sylvia let me take care of Lilly so I'd play with her, bath her, and put her to bed most nights. It helped keep me sane.

Madison was made of sterner stuff than I was. The few minutes we were together, like at family dinners, I never saw her cry or rant or rage about what Jack and Liza had done to her. Madison had changed and not for the better. Gone was the happy, smiling wife and mother she used to be. Now, except for when she was with Lilly, Madison was pissed off at the world, at Jack and Liza, and was angry at all men, including me. She was angry all the time, with an ice-cold, steely rage that she kept pent up inside. She was so pissed off that I started to call her 'Mad.'

After Liza left, I tried to see Madison whenever I could. I tried apologizing, pleading with her, anything to re-establish our connection. Not just because she was practically my sister, or because she and I were both going through a divorce, but because I missed her and I was crazy about her and had been for years. It used to drive Liza crazy with jealousy, even though Liza knew I'd never act on my feelings for Madison while Liza and I were married. But Liza sensed that I secretly lusted for Madison, and it caused some of our biggest fights.

Even as I was trying to get Madison to stop shutting me out, I never told her how I felt about her. I did not want to burden Madison while she was going through a divorce and I was afraid she didn't feel the same way about me, but I couldn't stop thinking about her, all while I was starting to think about Liza less and less.

Anyway, two weeks after the 'announcement, I had my first phone call from Mad just after I finished getting rid of everything in my that reminded me of Liza. I was sitting in my devasted living room, feeling especially alone after downing three shots of tequila. When Mad called I was buzzed, though not completely drunk, but I couldn't stop myself from babbling about how happy I was to hear from her, how much I respected her, how sorry I was about the divorce, and then I let slip how beautiful I thought she was, both inside and out.

Mad didn't say anything during my babbling confession. Instead, she hung up on me abruptly. I looked at the phone and I was beating myself up inside, certain that I had said too much or hadn't said enough.

But soon after Mad hung up on me, I heard someone use my spare key to open my back door. Bare feet softly strode into the empty house, and then she came towards me. It was Mad who turned the corner into my living room and grimaced at the sight of me. "Wow, you look like shit," she said.

Of all of the gorgeous O'Grady girls, Mad had model-quality looks and a voluptuous body that made my breath stop in my chest. But she looked thinner, tired; all the turmoil she was going through showed on her face.

Back when I first met Mad, soon after the O'Grady family moved in next door, before her dad died and before Madison became Mad, she had been happy, charming, and had a smile brighter than the Northern Lights. And even though she was now Mad and was angry nearly all the time, she is still so beautiful that I could barely look at her lest she read my feelings for her in my eyes. Mad was 34 (four years older than me), had a three-year-old daughter, and had a little more meat on her bones than when I first met her, but my crush on Mad had never gone away.

So when Mad came striding into my living room wearing black skin-tight yoga pants and a baggy sweatshirt that still could barely contain her ample tits, I stood there gaping at her. Mad stood in front of me for a long second and said in a flat voice, "My mom sent me over here to ask you to dinner on Sunday night, but she didn't ask me to do this..."

Then, Mad hauled off and punched me in my stomach with her fist as hard as she could. Knocking the wind out of me.

While I was doubled over, wheezing and trying to catch my breath, Mad leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Sorry, I've needed to hit someone ever since Jack and Liza's little announcement. I decided you could take a punch the best."

I was still bent over grasping for breath, but I managed to wheeze out, "I'm so sorry. Whatever I did, can you ever forgive me?"

Mad patted my head like I was a dog and said, "Maybe someday. But for now, do you have anything to drink?"

When I was finally able to stand up straight, I gave her my brightest (though slightly buzzed) smile. She frowned and growled, "What are you smiling for?"

"You said you needed me. Can't I be glad about that?" I asked with my half-drunken smile still plastered on my face.

"No," she asserted. Then she pointed at the bottle of tequila that I had been drinking out of and said, "Give me some of that."

I poured her a glass, but jerked it back. "I'm so happy to see you, but wait a minute." I declared. "You can't drink today. What about Lilly? Your three-year-old daughter Lilly, remember? Who's going to watch her if you get hammered?"

Mad glared at me. Even pissed off at me, she was still so beautiful that I couldn't take my eyes off her when she said, "What kind of fucked-up parent do you think I am? My mom took Lilly to the zoo today and said she'd watch her tonight too. So, don't think you have to watch over me, like you always do."

I tried to match her glare with my puppy-dog eyes until I gave up. "Well, I haven't always looked after you so well, have I? I mean, I let you marry that asshole Jack Hanson, didn't I?"

"Nobody could have stopped me from marrying Jack once I got knocked up," Mad answered me ruefully. "But remember that night you visited me at college, and we went to the frat party where that guy tried to slip me a date rape drug? If you hadn't been there to protect me, who knows where I'd be?"

"Well, I'm glad I was there to help you then, and I'm happy you're here with me now," I exclaimed and set up two shot glasses full of tequila. We sat on the couch in my living room and pounded back our shots, me in my sweats and her in her yoga outfit. We then had another while I complained about how angry I was at Jack and Liza.

Mad listened for a couple of minutes, until she told me to stop my whining and then set me up with another shot. I noticed she didn't take one for herself. Instead, Mad began telling me about how Jack and Liza had picked up Lilly last weekend for his visitation. "You should have seen them, Mike." Mad frowned sorrowfully. "They were acting so lovey-dovey right in front of me. As if I wasn't there. As if they hadn't been married to us. Then they told me how they were going to take Lilly to Disneyland. He never wanted to take Lilly anywhere when he was with me--he was always too busy. Now, they wouldn't shut up about great the trip was going to be and how perfect their lives were since they got together. Of course, what they really meant was how shitty their lives had been before they ran off together and left us."

"Don't worry, Mad," I said in a bleary fit of anger through clenched teeth. "They are going to pay for what they did to us."

"Wha... what are you going to do?" Mad hiccupped.

"I'm not sure yet, but they are going to pay. You can count on it."

Mad began to cry. I had never seen Mad cry like that before, and she hadn't had that much to drink. "Oh Mike," she sobbed. "They made me feel so abandoned, so unattractive, so alone, so unloved."

I pulled Mad into my arms and kissed her face and cheeks. "No, Mad," I asserted. "That's not true." Then, I hesitated for comic effect. "Well, you were abandoned, that is true."

She snorted and punched my shoulder, though not as hard as before. "Shut up, you..."

"I'm kidding," I said. "I'm trying to lighten the mood, you know?" I grinned, but then said earnestly, "Seriously, though, you are not unattractive. You are beautiful. You are the most beautiful woman in any room you are in. You are way prettier than your sister Liza, my slut of a soon-to-be ex-wife, and even I must admit that Liza is good-looking."

Mad playfully slapped my chest through her tears. "You're right that Liza is pretty. For a whore, I mean. You were punching above your weight class with her."

"I knoooow," I moaned in jest. "But my point is that you are way prettier than Liza."

Mad frowned and said, "If I'm so much prettier than Liza, how come you never made a play for me?"

I pulled Mad closer into my arms. "You know why. I met Liza before I met you, and she was in the same grade as me. You were older and always so beautiful that I convinced myself that you were out of reach. But you were always my first crush. By the time we were both in college, you started going out with Jack, then I got back together with Liza, and you got pregnant with Lilly. The stars never aligned for us Since then, you've been this forbidden fruit to me. But you were always my first love. And you know what they say about first love?"

"That it never lasts?" Mad fake scowled.

"No," I stated firmly. "Like the song says, the first love is the deepest."

"No, the line from the song is that 'the first CUT is the deepest.' So now, I know you are full of shit." Mad said, but burrowed deeper into my chest, hiccupping while continuing to cry.

"Whatever," I said and kissed her face, trying to kiss the tears from her cheeks. But then she turned her head, and our lips touched. Her eyes opened wide, and she gasped into my mouth before she closed her eyes and began kissing me desperately. We made out like teenagers for what seemed like forever until she sighed, "This is a terrible idea."

I grinned down at her and whispered, "I know. I'm full of terrible ideas."

Mad looked at me seriously and said, "You know that, technically, you're still married to Liza. Should we be doing all this kissing and stuff?"

"As far as I'm concerned," I said, marveling at Mad's starry green eyes, "my marriage to Liza ended the day she filed for divorce."

Mad nodded, biting her lower lip, and replied, "And Liza broke the sister code when she ran off with my husband, so I'm not going to worry about her anymore."

"Good," I grinned. "Can we get back to my terrible idea now?"

Mad got serious then, smacked me on my chest, and grumbled, "This isn't going to be some kind of rebound fling or weird revenge thing, is it?"

I just shook my head, picked her up, and carried her like a bride toward my master bedroom.

Mad pretended to kick and struggle, but I was not buying it. Mad had some meat on her bones, so I was huffing and puffing a bit by the time I got her up the stairs and into my bedroom. Mad smirked and said with her green eyes glinting mischievously, "What's the matter, old man? You out of shape?"

I kissed her hard one more time and threw her on the bed. She squeaked, and I let her bounce twice before I pounced on her.

After letting me kiss her for a while, Mad growled, "Well, if we are going to do this, then you'd better fuck me and fuck me hard. No lovey-dovey stuff, you get it?"

Despite my lust-filled brain, I forced myself to say, "Mad, I'm afraid that maybe this is a terrible idea. We're both half-drunk and aren't thinking straight. If we sleep together tonight, you might hate me in the morning, and I couldn't live with that and..."

"Shut up, Mike," Mad snapped at me before kissing me again. "I know what I am doing, and we're doing this. Like it or not. Understand?"

I nodded and said nothing. Instead, I just pulled her sweatshirt over her head and pushed her yoga pants down her legs, marveling at how beautiful her face looked lying there on my bed and how alluring the pale, soft skin of her body looked in the dim light of my bedroom. She was wearing a pink sports bra that barely contained the swells of her breasts. My thick, drunk fingers fumbled with the clasp until her ample mounds, topped by crinkled pink areola and erect nipples that took my breath away. "Do you know how long I have longed to have you naked in my bed?"

She smirked and said, "Well, don't you think that it's time for you to get naked too?" When we were both naked, I was lying on top of her. I stopped for a minute and gazed down at her.

"What are you waiting for? An engraved invitation?" Mad scowled at me once more.

I just kissed her full red lips again, then kissed down her long neck and chest. I stopped to fondle her meaty breasts that overflowed my hands. I suckled on her pink erect nipples. I moved down the undersides of her breasts and across her firm stomach, kissing and licking her belly button. I started to hear sharp inhales and happy moans from Mad.

When I moved to her mound and the tuft of dark black pubic hair above her very wet and aroused pussy, I breathed in the tangy scent of her arousal. Mad's fingers entwined in my hair tightly as she pushed my mouth toward her dusky pink pussy.

"No lovey-dovey stuff, huh?" I smiled.

"Shut up and eat that pussy," she groaned. So I did. I licked up and down her labia lips tasting her sweet nectar. I inserted two fingers into her warm wetness, searching for her G-spot. When I found it, I rubbed with the pads of my fingers as her moans and mewling grew louder. My tongue circled her beautiful, engorged clit and her body undulated. I looked up at her tits shimmying and swaying. Mad threw her head back; her eyes clenched shut; her mouth open in a perfect 'O' as she panted and gasped for breath.

My two fingers thrust into her wet warmth: her pussy muscles gripping my fingers in a hot embrace. With my other hand, I twisted and pulled on her diamond-hard nipples. Mad's tits and chest flushed red with desire. Her creamy porcelain skin began to shine with a sheen of perspiration. Mad's raven black hair fanned across the bed as strands of her hair were plastered against the side of her face with sweat. Her head tossed from side to side.

My tongue began flicking her clit feverishly, and I sucked around it voraciously. Mad's hips bucked spastically. Her back arched. Her fingers gripped my hair with white knuckles. She grunted and groaned, "I'm close. I'm close. Don't stop. Don't you dare fucking stop. I'm gonna... I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum so hard."

I gently put my teeth on Mad's quivering clit, and she went off like an atomic bomb. Her entire body tensed. Her toes curled. The muscles on her stomach fluttered. I continued to thrust my fingers frantically and flick her clit furiously with my tongue as she babbled and screamed wordlessly for several long moments as shock after shock of her orgasm roared through her.

Finally, she collapsed limply on the bed. Her tits shaking and her chest heaving for air. Her mouth was open, and strands of her black hair fell across the alabaster skin of her face. Her eyes were open and unfocused as her eyelashes fluttered.

I stopped pulling and twisting her nipples and instead caressed her shivering stomach and limbs. I kissed her over-stimulated clit one last time, withdrew my fingers from her pussy and sucked her juices from them.

"Holy shit, you motherfucker," came a groan from Mad. "You can eat me anytime."

"Glad to hear it," I smirked, kissing her mound once more and pulling my body up her side to enfold her still shivering body in my arms. My painfully erect cock left a shiny trail of precum up her leg.

While Mad is still taking deep breaths to calm herself due to the aftershocks of her orgasm, I continue to kiss and nip at her, my hands roaming all over her. I couldn't help but smile at the sight of all my fantasies about Mad coming true. I can see the hunger in her eyes reflecting my own.

"I need you inside me" she breathed, her legs spreading wide to welcome me as I settle between her thighs, my cock twitching.

"You're so fucking hot," I replied, my voice husky with my own need as I guided my hard length to her entrance, her wet heat beckoning me. I rubbed the head of my cock along her slick folds, coating myself in her juices, her hips bucking upwards. I teased her for a moment longer, my cock sliding against her clit, her moans growing louder and more insistent.

"God damn it, Mike, Fuck me RIGHT NOW!" she demanded, her hands gripping my ass, trying to pull me into her.

Slowly and deliberately, I pushed my rock-hard cock against her very wet entrance and thrust the bulbous head of my cock inch by inch into Mad's pussy. I watched her face as I entered her, her eyes widening, her mouth falling open in a silent gasp. She is incredibly tight, her walls stretching to envelope me in a velvety grip. I thrust forward, and her warm wet lava enveloped another few inches of my cock.

I kept pushing until I was fully buried inside her, my balls resting against her ass, my entire length in her warmth for the first time.

"Oh, god, yes," she whimpered, her nails digging into my back. "You feel so good. So big, so hard."

"You feel amazing, Mad," I groaned, kissing her shoulder. "So tight, so fucking wet."

I moved my hips, rocking back and forth, my cock sliding in and out of her in a slow, steady rhythm. The bedroom was filled with the sounds of our fucking, the slap of my skin against hers, the rustling of the sheets, our ragged breaths, and our moans of pleasure.

Her hands stroked my body, her nails raking down my back, her fingers digging into my ass, urging me on, her grunts of pleasure spurring me on, driving me wild.

"Fuck me, baby. Fuck me with that big, hard cock. Make me come. Use my pussy." She panted, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me deeper, holding me inside her, feeling her flex her pussy around my girth, teasing me.

I held myself up on my arms, looking down at her as I continued to fuck Mad in the missionary position. She looked up at me with her brow furrowed as she concentrated on the sensations of us fucking, but she said to me in a hoarse whisper, "I need you to really fuck now. Hard. Fuck me until I scream, okay? No lovely-dovey stuff."

I leaned down, her breasts ballooned against my chest, and I kissed Mad... hard. She kissed me back and then bit my lower lip, drawing blood and smiling.

"Oh, you're going to get it now," I promised.

Mad laughed, and clenched her legs tighter around my waist, pulling my cock deeper into her hot wet pussy. Her teeth were bared in a feral smile and her eyes bored into mine, Her fingers gripping my forearms with sharp fingernails. I shifted my hips, repositioning my cock in her tight, clutching cunt. We both moaned, our faces inches apart as we stared into each other's eyes. I felt her warm breath against my face as I tried to savor every moment of actually fucking Mad after dreaming about her for so long.

I pulled out and pushed back in, an inch by inch. Her pussy was so much tighter, wetter, and hotter than I could have imagined. I pushed in a few more inches and she groaned, "Give it to me, baby, slowly. You're so big. You're filling me up so fucking good, baby. Give it to me right fucking now."

I kissed her puffy lips and licked at the sheen of perspiration forming on her face. I held my hips still for a moment and then began my assault again, the walls of her pussy enveloping me until I bottomed out, my pelvic bone grinding against her clit. We both groaned again as she breathed out, "Oooooh Fuuuuucccckkk."

I pulled out until only the head of my cock remained in her channel and then slammed my full length back into her, causing her to grunt "Ugh" each time I thrust back in with a sharp slap of our skin colliding.

Soon, I was railing on her with all the force I had. Her legs were clamped around my waist, her heels drumming against my back. Her arms clenched around my neck, pulling my face against the side of her neck so she could chant, "Fuck me.... fuck me.... don't stop... don't stop... don't you dare fucking stop," until all she could do was grunt and groan each time I rammed my cock into her pussy.

My arms were beginning to ache from holding my weight off her. My hips and thighs were burning from fucking her so hard. Our sweat poured from our bodies causing wet slapping sounds as we writhed and bucked together.

I never wanted our fucking to end, because it was not lovemaking; it was raw, animalistic fucking of two people who collided together for an explosion of uninhibited passion, lust, and the release of years of unrequited feelings and deep longing.

We fucked like animals in the missionary position, face to face, body to body. Neither one of us wanted to change positions or let the other go. Our arms caressed our bodies, her fingernails raking my back, leaving red trails that drove me on.

Frenzied, we fucked, the bites, the scratches, and the bruises we would feel tomorrow were lost in the rising tide of pleasure that was about to come crashing down on us. I could feel the familiar tingle of my approaching orgasm, but I pushed it down, determined to bring this goddess beneath me to a soaring climax.

Her heavy breasts bounced and jiggled with each powerful thrust, a mesmerizing sight that spurred me on. I reached down and cupped one of her tits, my thumb and forefinger pinching and pulling on her hard nipple, causing her moan of appreciation to vibrate through her body.

"Harder, baby, harder," she begged, her hips rising to meet my every thrust, our bodies now moving in a primal urgent rhythm. "Oh baby, I'm so close. I'm going to cum so hard for you."

My thrusts became almost brutal, my hips pistoning into her, the force of our coupling practically shaking the bed. Mad grabbed my head and pulled it down to her, burying my face into her neck and shoulder, her teeth gritted as she gripped me, squeezing me, holding me.

Soon, I was pile-driving her. Our bodies slammed together wetly. We were both covered in sweat now. Mad grunted each time we fucked into each other, Mad thrusting up at me as hard as I pounded her. Mad's juices inundated my shaft and balls. She stared up at me with that same look of concentration and fury in her eyes.

"Oh god, I'm so fucking close, yes, fuck me... fuck me," she grunted through her teeth, her body shaking under me as I tried my best to push this perfect beauty over the edge, my own orgasm building, but I tried to ignore it as best I could.

Then, her orgasm hit her, and she came undone. Her body arched off the bed, strangled cries tearing from her throat as her orgasm crashed over her. I felt her pussy walls clamp down around me, a series of intense, rhythmic contractions that milked my cock, pulling me deeper into her. A wordless scream of ecstasy tore from her core before she muffled it by biting into my shoulder muscle so hard she left teeth marks. Her entire body spasmed and shivered for several frozen moments until she flopped against the mattress, her eyes glazed and unfocused. Her mouth open and her chest heaving as her round tits glistening with sweat. "Holy shit," she mumbled, letting out a sigh of contentment and satisfaction.

, I sucked gently on her neck and then rolled to my side, pulling her into my embrace as the aftershocks and tremors of her orgasm continued to course through her. Her scent flooded my senses as she came down from her climax, her body still trembling uncontrollably beneath me.

Without waiting for all the aftershocks of her orgasm to recede, I decided to change things up for Mad, so I flipped us over until I was now on the bottom and she was on top riding me, still impaled on my cock. Mad began bouncing up and down on me as if she couldn't stop. Her knees sank into the soft sheets. Her movements were jerky and primal in the bedroom's low light. Her heavy breasts swayed with her motions, a hypnotic dance in the shadows. She settled herself in above me for the long haul, obviously intending to fuck me until she was fully satisfied.

She reached down between her legs, her fingers finding her clit, and she began to strum it as she stroked my cock and thrust it in and out of her pussy. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she teased us both, my cock sliding against her clit, her hips grinding down on me.

"You ready, Mike?" she whispered, her eyes locked on mine, a smirking glint playing around the edges of her smile. Slowly, tantalizingly, she raised and lowered herself onto me. I watched my cock disappear into her, inch by inch, her walls stretching around me. She was soaking wet but incredibly tight, a warm, velvet grip that sent jolts of pleasure through me. She took me all the way in, her ass resting against my thighs, my entire length buried deep inside her.

"Oh fuck yes," she moaned. "This feels so fucking good."

She started to move, her hips rocking in a slow, sensual rhythm. She rose until just the tip of my cock was inside her, then slid back down, taking me to the hilt in one swift, fluid motion, over and over again, her pussy gripping my shaft each time. My hands clamped onto her hips so tightly she would feel my touch in the morning.

Her hands rested on my chest, her large breasts slapping against each other. I reached up and cupped one, my thumb stroking her nipple. Mad let out a long, low moan as her pace quickened slightly.

"Play with my big tits," she panted, her hips grinding against me, her movements becoming more urgent.

I squeezed her nipple, my fingers pressing into her soft flesh. She reacted immediately. Her back arched, pushing her breasts further into my hands, her moans growing louder, her movements becoming more erratic. She rode me harder now, her hips pumping up and down, her tight wet pussy sliding up and down my shaft, her ass slapping against my thighs with each downward thrust, her body undulating in the soft light of my bedroom. I grabbed her large breasts, their heavy weight and softness filling my hands.

As I fondled her large breasts, pinching her nipples between my thumbs and fingers, Mad immediately responded by riding me harder. Her hips pistoned up and down, her tight wet pussy sliding up and down my shaft, her ass flexing with each downward stroke.

She moaned, "Oh fuck, I'm gonna come again. I've wanted to be so pissed off at you. But you're making me cum so hard for you." Her body trembled; her movements became jerky and uncoordinated as her orgasm built. Her pussy fluttered around my cock, rhythmic contractions that threatened to draw the cum out of my cock. Her body convulsed with the force of her on-rushing climax. Mad's moans turned into cries, her head thrown back, her hands now gripping my arms, her nails digging into my skin as her orgasm hit.

She gave a shuddering cry as her climax washed over her, and she convulsed as she came all over my cock. Her walls spasming around me, her juices flooding my shaft and balls.

This time I groaned and slapped Mad hard on her ass and told her, "Faster, keep going. Don't fucking stop."

Mad glared down at me as she continued to hump up and down on my cock.

As she was coming down from her climax, I flipped Mad around again, and she squeaked when she found herself on all fours with her ass in the air and her face pressed against the mattress. My cock slipped out of her, and she whimpered, so I lined up my cock again, grabbed Mad by her hips, and shoved all of my cock back into her very wet pussy with one hard stroke. Mad groaned, "Oh you motherfucker, fuck that's so good."

I furiously fucked her doggy style, spanking her lily white ass until it glowed pink with my handprints. Mad and I slammed together wildly, sweat flying and her big tits swaying and slapping together so lewdly that I could not resist reaching around her torso to pinch one of her pink nipples, causing Mad to moan. Her long thin back arched and bowed with each flex of her back muscles.

I dragged my hand from her nipple to her clit, and I began strumming it like a guitar solo. Mad's moans went up an octave, and she wailed wordlessly. Her sweat-drenched black hair flew from side to side each time she slammed her round ass back against my hips with a squishing sound caused by our sweat and her juices.

Her pussy fluttered and clamped around my cock with a tight embrace as she came again. Every muscle in her body tensed, and she screamed into the bed with her fingers gripping the sheets with white knuckles. Mad came hard once more. She quivered and shook for long moments.

Unable to hold it any longer, her orgasm drove me over the edge. I joined her in grunting into her neck as my cock erupted, pulsing and twitching inside her as I shot rope after rope of thick cum inside her tight pussy, flooding her. My body tensed as I emptied myself into her, grunting with each of my final thrusts, her pussy milking me, my moans filling the room as I filled her tight pussy with my hot semen.

Mad cried out in pleasure as she felt my warmth spraying her cunt, the two of us shivering in orgasm, my hands holding her hips tightly against mine as we came together.

We stayed locked together with me on top of her for a long moment, our bodies entwined, our breathing ragged and uneven as the aftershocks of our shared climax rippled through us. My cock, still half-hard and twitching, remained buried inside her, reluctant to leave the warmth of her pussy. Her body collapsed onto the bed, her heavy breasts ballooning beneath us, my head resting on her shoulder, my breath panting against her back.

We lay there for several more minutes, our bodies still tangled together. I felt her pussy throbbing around my cock, still gripping me tightly, my hand now on her plump tit, massaging and caressing it, as Mad purred contentedly beneath me.

"Holy shit," I said softly, my face still buried in her hair, her scent intoxicating, my heart still pounding in my chest. "You are amazing."

For several long moments, she lay there, collapsed face down on the bed. I rolled off and flopped down next to her, pulled her into my arms, and kissed her puffy, panting lips hard. When at last we broke our kiss, we lay together, breathing heavily, wrapped in sheets damp with our sweat and juices. Mad laughed with a sleepy, satisfied purr, blew a lock of hair from her face, and said, "Well, that happened."

I propped myself up on an elbow to look at her. She lay there, her skin flushed and glowing in the dim light, her breasts rising and falling with each breath. A satisfied smile played on her lips, her eyes half-closed and heavy-lidded. I chuckled, "Yeah, it did, and maybe it wasn't such a terrible idea after all."

Mad smirked, "Maybe it was, and maybe it wasn't, but don't you think that I am going to come running back here every time you have another terrible idea?"

"We'll see about that," I said and raised my hand as if I was going to spank Mad on the ass again, but she spun away, climbed off the bed, and sauntered toward the bathroom, saying over her shoulder, "Don't even think about joining me in the shower. I've got to get back to pick up Lilly before my mom misses me. If we share a shower, who knows what other terrible ideas you might have." I laughed again and watched her ass sway into the bathroom.

When Mad finished her shower and put her clothes back on, I pulled on my robe and walked her to the back door. I pulled her into my arms and asked, "When can we do this again?" Mad put her face against my chest and whispered, "That's another terrible idea." Then, Mad gave me a quick peck on the lips and slipped out the back door.

Chapter 3: Cassie

Three days had gone by, Liza was still MIA, and I hadn't heard from Mad either. I stood alone again in the middle of my half-empty living room, brainlessly watching my new wall-mounted large flat-screen TV that now dominated the room. My phone rang and I absentmindedly answered it without looking at the screen. On the line was a sultry voice that said with a giggle, "Hi, Mike. Do you know who this is? I'll give you a hint--I'm the only O'Grady sister you haven't fucked... yet."

I was stunned into silence for several long seconds. "Wait... what? Cassie O'Grady? Is that you?" I asked hesitantly.

"Got it in one try. You're getting smarter in your old age." Cassie retorted with a grin in her voice.

"How did you...? Who told you...?" I asked, afraid I had revealed something Mad wanted to keep secret.

"Don't worry," Cassie said with a laugh. "Madison told me. We sisters talk, you know, especially about you."

I let out a sigh of exasperation. "Well, since you seem to know all about me, what about you? You're not that little girl in pigtails and braces that I remember, are you?"

"Nope. I've been grown up for some time now. Don't tell me you haven't noticed. I know you've been distracted by all your drama involving my idiot sister, Liza, but I've seen you looking at me when you come over to our house. But hooking up with Madison? I didn't see that coming, did you?"

"You're right. I have been distracted," I answered. "But I'm not distracted now. How are you? What have you been up to?"

"Oh, this and that, you know," Cassie said vaguely.

"Are you still a stripper?" I asked teasingly.

"Exotic dancer," Cassie teased right back. "But no, I am not a stripper or an exotic dancer anymore."

"Then what are you doing?" I asked.

"I am an OnlyFans girl now. I have my own page and everything," Cassie laughed without a hint of embarrassment.

"Wow, very impressive," I said sarcastically. "Is that why you are still living at home with your mom?"

"Mike," Cassie said with a smirk in her voice, "I will have you know that I probably make more in one month from my OnlyFans page than you make all year. I'm living at home so I can save money and hopefully retire in a couple of years and never have to work again."

"Very impressive," I stammered. "We need to catch up sometime."

Cassie got serious. "That's the reason why I am calling. Two reasons. First, my mom says you shouldn't be all alone in that big old house of yours, and she insists that you come over this Sunday for a good home-cooked meal. She'll make your favorite lasagna. It will be fun. And we will all be there. The O'Grady girls. You know, my mom Sylvia, Mad, me, and... Lilly." She added with another of her patented giggles.

"Whew," I said. "For a minute there, I thought you were going to say that Liza was coming too."

"No, Liza isn't coming," Cassie said with a serious tone. "I am sorry about Liza. I am glad that you don't hate the rest of us O'Grady girls for what she did."

"I could never hate the O'Grady girls, and I will happily come to dinner at your mom's house on Sunday, especially since Liza won't be there. Now, what was the other reason why you called?"

"Well," she said hesitantly, "I want to talk a little business with you. I need your help with the problem and I have a proposition for you. It is a proposition that I think you're gonna like... A LOT."

"Hhhmmm," I said. "Sounds interesting. What is this proposition?"

"How about if I come over to your house tomorrow and we discuss it?"

"Ok," I said with a little trepidation. She laughed because we both knew that there was zero chance I was going to say no. Then, she made a kissing sound and hung up.

The next day I found myself alone again in my house that still felt eerily quiet, even though Liza had been gone for two weeks and had hardly been around even before then. Only this time, I was in my home office pretending to get some consulting work done, but really all I could think about were the O'Grady girls. I could not help but laugh ruefully. For the past few weeks, I had done nothing but obsess about Liza O'Grady dumping me and running off with our ex-brother-in-law Jack Hanson. For the past three days, I had been distracted by Madison O'Grady, wondering if I had any future with her or whether our 'encounter' had been just a one-time aberration. Now, I was thinking about Cassie O'Grady.

In the past, I had tried to keep my relationship with Cassie platonic and on a big-brother level since I had been married to her sister Liza; but now I could no longer deny that Cassie was smoking hot.

I remembered Cassie as a gangly teenage girl with braces, thick glasses, and mousy brown hair in pigtails, hanging around when I was trying to be with Liza in high school. When I went away to college and grad school and broke up with Liza for a few years, I heard that Cassie became a 'wild child,' partying, drinking, and going through guy after guy. So, I was not surprised that she was an OnlyFans girl. All I knew about OnlyFans is that it had the reputation of being a subscription internet porn site. I couldn't stop thinking about Cassie's 'business proposition.

Then my doorbell rang, and Cassie stood there. Long gone was the mousy brown hair, replaced by long strawberry blonde hair that hung to her perfectly tanned shoulders. The glasses and braces had been replaced by startling blue eyes and a blazing white smile that smirked with amusement at my shocked stare. She had the O'Grady high cheekbones and defined jawline. She was wearing short shorts that displayed her long legs and bare feet with toenails painted bright pink. She was also wearing a purple tank top that showed off her slender figure and flat stomach. But her most amazing feature was her astoundingly huge tits that vaulted off her slim chest and were obviously fake.

"Ta-da," Cassie said, striking a pose on the porch.

"Holy cow! Cassie, is that you?" I could not help myself from gushing. "What happened to the gawky teenager I used to know?"

"She had some work done... obviously," Cassie said with a brash laugh. She pointed to her nose that had been touched up, her teeth that had clearly been whitened, her hair, which had obviously been dyed, and she hefted her huge tits which dwarfed her delicate hands. She looked down at her bouncing tits and massive cleavage, and then smiled up at me, clearly amused by my obvious astonishment. "What do you think of the 'girls,'" giving each of her humongous breasts a squeeze. "Amazing, aren't they?"

"You're amazing, Cassie. Come on in." I said, trying to recover from the shock of her amazingly sexy appearance. She stepped into a warm hug, pressing her huge breasts against my stomach and nestling her face into my chest. "Damn, Mike," she gushed. "You feel amazing too."

I held her in my arms for several long moments. I inhaled the coconut scent of her shampoo. I reveled in the feel of her body pressed against mine. I had never experienced an embrace that felt so comfortable, so warm, and yet so arousing at the same time.

Cassie must have felt it too, because she looked up at me with her bright blue eyes for several seconds, kissed me on my chin, and then led me into my house by the hand, saying in a low, sultry voice, "Let's go find some place where we can talk."

Cassie led me past the couch in the living room and instead brought me into my bedroom, and we both sat on my king-size bed; Cassie holding both of my hands in her small, perfectly manicured hands.

I looked around the bedroom and then at Cassie, who was gazing at me with her startlingly blue eyes, a sexy smile on her face, and her long tanned legs pressed against mine. "Okay, Cassie," I asked. "What's this all about? What is your proposition?"

Cassie looked down at our clasped hands. She took a deep breath. Her smile was not as self-confident as it had been a second ago. "Well, Mike," she said, looking up at me. "I want you to fuck me."

"Seriously?" I asked, looking closely at her and thinking that this had to be one of her pranks. I noticed that her nipples on her massive breasts were now erect and poking out against the fabric of her tank top.

Cassie nodded. "Yes, I want you to fuck me. Or rather, I want to fuck you. On camera, I mean. For my OnlyFans page."

I shook my head in shock. "You want me to do a sex scene with you for your OnlyFans page?"

She nodded her head eagerly, her big breasts bouncing up and down in her excitement. "As many sex scenes as you want. But only if you want to."

I thought about what might happen if word got out that I had done a sex scene for Cassie's OnlyFans page. But then I laughed. My life had been in the toilet since Liza left me, so why shouldn't I have some fun? And if anyone associated with my tech consulting business found out, so what? They'd have to admit they were OnlyFans subscribers. So I told Cassie, "Why the fuck not? Of course, I want to. Who wouldn't?"

Cassie grabbed me into a tight hug, mashing her giant tits against my chest and planting wet kisses on my lips. "You'll do it, Mike?" She squealed happily. "I thought for sure I would have to convince you, what with you fucking Madison and all."

I peered at Cassie cautiously. "What do you know? How do you know about Mad and me? Are you jealous? This isn't going to cause any drama between you and your sister, is it?"

"No, you silly." Cassie giggled, hitting me playfully on my chest. "Madison told me all about you and her. Like I said before, we're sisters and we talk, you know... about a lot of stuff. And no, I'm not jealous. Okay, I am a little, but it's not like you two are exclusive, right? Madison gave you rave reviews, by the way. About you in the sack, I mean."

"is that why Mad's been ghosting me for the past week?" I asked grumpily.

"Oh no," Cassie assured me earnestly, putting her hand on my cheek. "Madison isn't ghosting you. She just needs some time. You and she are both going through your divorces. She's afraid if she keeps coming over and fucking you, she's going to fall for you, like, hard. And she's afraid that maybe you only want to have a rebound fling, or a revenge thing, with her. She really cares for you, like, a lot. Just like I do."

I pulled back in shock and looked into Cassie's smiling eyes,

"Wait, is all that true about Mad? And you're okay with it?"

Cassie nodded her head emphatically.

I asked, "What about the Sisters Code? You know, the rule about 'No Misters Before Sisters?'"

Cassie laughed. "Seriously, how old are you? You don't think that rule still exists, do you? Besides, Madison is totally cool with you 'helping' me with my OnlyFans page. And Liza, she can't complain because she ran off with her sister's husband so Liza has already broken the Sisters Code first."

"Ok," I said, but then my brain short-circuited. "Wait another minute, did you just say that you care about me too? When did that happen? Why would you care for me?"

Cassie laughed at me again. "Mike, Madison was right about you. You're such a guy, and guys can be so dense sometimes. I have loved you since we first moved next door to you. You are my first love. I have ALWAYS loved you. But you were always unavailable, either hooked up with Liza or away at school. Then, you and Liza moved back, got married, and you were off-limits again. Well, now you're about to get divorced and available, so I am going to take my shot at you. We can be together now. We can fuck if you want. You and I can be whatever you want now that my stupid sister Liza abandoned you like that."

I grabbed Cassie by the shoulders and kissed her hard. "I can't believe that you would want me, Cassie. And you can take anything you want from me. But, seriously, why me? You could get any guy in the known universe to fuck you if you wanted."

Cassie shook her head at me and kissed me gently on the lips. "I don't want any guy. I want YOU. You've always been there for me. When I was a gangly tomboy with braces, you were the one who kept the other kids from teasing me. And when I finally grew some boobs and got pretty, you were always there to keep the creepy boys from coming on too strong. You're my hero," she added teasingly.

"Plus, you're handsome, kind, loyal, and you've got a great body... for an old guy," she went on, laughingly. "And you're sweet, caring, funny, and have always treated all of us like queens, including my stupid sister Liza. Is it any wonder that I have had a crush on you since, like, forever? Also, there's the fact that Madison said you rocked her world when you two fucked. And Liza has always raved about how good you are in bed."

I must have had a shocked look on my face because Cassie laughed as she said, "Yes, they told me how good a fuck you are. Get it through your thick skull: Sisters tell each other stuff like that."

"Thanks, I guess," I said with a blush.

"But," she went on, "I have another reason why I want to jump in bed with you... A mercenary reason. My OnlyFans page."

"What about your page? I asked.

She said, "I don't know if you have ever checked out my OnlyFans page, have you?" I shook my head no. Cassie went on, "Up until recently, the stuff I have posted on my OnlyFans page has been pretty tame. Just me stripping or playing with sex toys, stuff like that. Don't get me wrong, my page has been successful, my subscription numbers have been going up, and I have been making money, like, a lot of money."

Cassie took a deep breath, which had an amazing effect on her huge tits. She looked at me appraisingly, apparently afraid of the effect her words would have on me. "Recently, I added some girl-on-girl scenes to my page. Just me and a couple of my hot friends having fun, you know? Well, my numbers on OnlyFans went up, way up. But I realized something."

"What did you realize?" I asked, even though I could kind of see where she was going.

"I realized," She said, looking into my eyes. "if I really wanted to make the big bucks and be able to retire in a couple of years, I needed to post scenes of me fucking a guy. But lots of OnlyFans girls post scenes of them fucking random dudes, and some of them do pretty well. But the ones that do really well, that totally jack up subscriptions and bring in the really big bucks, are the ones where there is a connection between the guy and the girl. You know, where you get the sense that the two of them are really into each other, that they really want to fuck each other. Where there's love or at least a strong sexual or emotional connection between the guy and the girl. And that's where you come in."

"Me, huh?" I smiled down at her and pulled her in for another searing kiss.

"Yes, you and only you." She breathed, putting her forehead against mine. "I am not a porn star." She went on. "I am not going to fuck some random guy on OnlyFans just for higher numbers and to make more money. No, if I am going to do a sex scene with a guy for my OnlyFans page, I will have to be really into the guy, and he will have to be really into me. And that's where you come in."

"Wow!" I said, stalling for time. "You have really put a lot of thought into this."

Cassie nodded her head and said, "I have been thinking about this ever since Liza left and filed for divorce. You and I would be so hot together."

"I don't know, Cassie," I said, stalling for time. "What goes on the internet stays there forever."

"Mike, if you don't want your face to be recognizable, we could shoot you with a mask or pixelate your face. So, what do you think?"

She looked at me for a few seconds, biting her lower lip, looking up at me with her long eyelashes fluttering, her body squirming as she waited for my answer.

"Fuck it," I finally said. "I'm in."

Cassie screamed in happiness and launched herself at me, throwing us both back on the bed. "You won't regret it," She panted. "We are going to have so much fun. It will be so hot. I can't wai..."

I cut her off with a full-blown kiss that had our tongues dancing and intertwining together. After our kiss finally ended when we ran out of air and Cassie lay on top of me, I asked jokingly, "Can we do an audition right now? We need to rehearse so many things."

"Slow down, tiger." She laughed, sitting up on my stomach with her huge rack looming above me and her hands on my chest. "How about we shoot our first time together as an OnlyFans scene with cameras, lights, and all the other equipment. We'll record our first time for posterity and post it only if you feel comfortable."

Okay, Cassie," I said, putting my hands up in mock surrender. "You're running this show."

"I can't tell you how excited I am," Cassie exclaimed, raining kisses on my face as she extricated herself from my grasp. "My pussy is so wet right now. My panties are going to be drenched tomorrow, that is, if I wear any panties. But now I need to get home. My mom is going to be wondering where I have been."

My mind was racing a million miles an hour as I walked Cassie to the door. I finally realized that the past few weeks had been so hard because Liza had left me for another man. She had rejected me as a lover. She had destroyed my self-confidence.

Cassie saw my mood change by looking in my eyes and asked, "Are you thinking about Liza... or about Madison? Is there any chance of reconciling with Liza? And what about Madison? Are you worried that you and me getting together might mess up whatever you have with Madison?"

"No and no," I replied with a short laugh. "Liza and Mad are out of my control. They are going to do what they want. So, I'm going to do what I want. And tomorrow I want to make love with you, Cassie, you amazingly sexy woman who, for some strange reason, seems to want me. So what if we film our time together? Screw everything and everyone else! I want to have fun with you, Cassie, and I'm going to try my damnedest to make sure you have fun with me."

"Wow, that's quite a speech. I feel the same way." Cassie said when we got to the door, and I gave her another deep kiss. Joking with her, I told Cassie, "Don't forget to tell your mother Sylvia that I said hi, and tell your sister Mad to stop ghosting me, okay?"

She laughed and said, "Okay, but don't you forget about ME!" and strutted out the door and down the porch stairs, swaying her perfect bubble butt.

The next day, I sat alone at my kitchen table eating a turkey sandwich, listening to the silence in my house, waiting to hear from Cassie. My heart jumped when I got an incoming text from Cassie that read: "cum 2 my house. Need help with stuff."

When I walked next door to the O'Grady home and was about to go right in, Cassie's mother, Sylvia, threw open the front door, and my brain shut down for several long seconds. Sylvia was radiant. She was always beautiful, but today she was especially striking. Sylvia stood there, tall, elegant, wearing a grey stiletto skirt that showed off her narrow waist, womanly hips, and long legs. She wore a champagne-colored blouse that could not hide her big breasts, along with a pearl necklace that emphasized Sylvia's graceful neck.

Her honey-brown hair was in an updo held in place by a gold clip except for a few tendrils that escaped to frame her high cheekbones. The few laugh lines around her shiny hazel eyes were all that showed she was in her mid-forties.

Sylvia's red lips curved into a bright smile as she threw her arms wide and drew me into a full-body hug. Sylvia stood on her toes to kiss my cheek, and she cooed in my ear, "Where have you been hiding, Mike. I've missed you so much."

We stood there holding each other for longer than a usual hello hug, her big breasts pressed against my chest, her cheek warm on mine, her breath on my ear. She smelled like vanilla and a hint of perfume.

With her arms around me, it felt like I had finally come home. "Hi Mrs. O'Gra... I mean, Sylvia. I have missed you too."

"Oh Mike, you're so sweet to an old lady like me." Sylvia purred, still holding me close, pressing her breasts into my chest.

I pulled my head back so I could look into Sylvia's smiling eyes and confessed, "You're not old. You're beautiful."

"Oh. you smooth talker." Sylvia whispered in my ear, still not letting me go.

"Ahem," came an amused voice from behind Sylvia in the house. "If you two are done flirting with each other, I could use your help, Mike." I looked over Sylvia's shoulder and saw Cassie standing in a leather-strapped bikini with her legs encased in high-heeled, thigh-length leather boots. A sardonic bright red smile played upon her lips as I gazed wonderstruck at her perfectly made-up face, complete with smoky eyeliner. My jaw dropped because Cassie wore a bikini made of black leather straps and silver buckles that barely covered her huge tits and was giving off a dominatrix vibe.

Sylvia and I quickly separated, and I turned toward Cassie, stammering, "Holy shit, Cassie. That is some outfit you are wearing. You look amazing."

"Of course, I do. Now, come on. We are burning daylight." Cassie smirked before she turned and strode down the hallway of the O'Grady house, her high-heeled boots click-clacking on the floor and the leather straps of her outfit completely failing to cover her luscious ass as it flexed and swayed with each step Cassie took.

Sylvia called out, "Cassie, you're not going out in public in that outfit, are you?" Cassie did not respond except to exaggerate the sway of her hips. Sylvia and I watched Cassie walk away, and then we smiled at each other and shook our heads.

"I forgot that you were coming over today to help Cassie with her... online content," Sylvia said, looking up at me with a fake- innocent expression.

"Yeah," I said to Sylvia, red-faced because I realized that Sylvia knew what I would be doing with Cassie. "Cassie asked me to give her a hand with, you know. I'll see you later." Sylvia smirked before she turned and strode toward the kitchen. I couldn't be sure, but it seemed like Sylvia put a little extra effort into the sway of her hips too.

I shrugged and then followed the sound of Cassie's high-heeled boots up to her room. Cassie's bedroom was huge and had clearly been rehabbed. Front and center were a king-sized bed with silver silk sheets. Three of the walls had tasteful prints hung on them. The fourth wall was crowded with an array of ring lights on tripods and photography lights providing indirect lighting. This was the set where we were going to film Cassie's new 'content.'

Cassie was setting up several cameras and an iPhone on tripods with different views of the bed. She still wore her black leather-strapped outfit that was obviously going to be her costume during this shoot for her OnlyFans page.

Once Cassie finished setting up the cameras and lighting to her liking, she turned to me and said in a business-like tone that was totally at odds with her incredibly sexy costume, "Mike, I know you've never filmed one of these scenes before, so just follow my lead. I'll talk you through it. For part of this, you'll be wearing a small PoV camera strapped on your head, which will give us your point of view. Don't let it distract you, okay?"

"Got it," I nodded, trying my hardest not to show my nervousness.

Cassie went on, all business. "We'll start filming with my entrance. I'll walk in, prance around in this ridiculous outfit, and we'll talk about how excited we are to fuck each other. Ad lib, you know? Then, we'll make out for 10 minutes. Then, I'll suck your dick for, like, 15-20 minutes. You'll eat my pussy for 10 minutes and then..."

"Cassie," I interrupted, laughing at her seriousness. "I've seen enough porn to know how these scenes usually go. But I thought you wanted to do something different, something with more emotional content than the usual porn shoot. Why don't you take control during the filming and do whatever feels good to you? I'll follow your lead, and sometimes I'll take over. Just like what might happen if we were really hooking up."

"Okaaaay." Cassie said dubiously. "We'll try it your way. We just have to make sure we stay in frame. You can check your positioning in the monitor over there."

"Great." I enthused. "We can treat the monitor like a mirror and ignore the cameras. Let's just concentrate on each other and have fun together. What do you say?"

"Yeah. Let's try that." Cassie sighed, obviously relieved.

"All right. Do you want to start with the outfit you have on now or put on something I can take off you? Because I have no idea how to undress you in that outfit."

Cassie crooned, "Let me start in this outfit. I'll take off most of it, kinda like a striptease. Okay?"

"Don't tell me anymore," I replied. "Surprise me."

Cassie set me up with the PoV head camera and positioned me on the bed. She started the camera and went to the door. When she turned around, she had totally transformed from all business into a sex kitten. It was easy to see why she was so successful on OnlyFans. She commanded the room as she strutted toward me, her mammoth tits thrust forward, her hips swinging. She purred, "Happy to see me, baby?"

"Fuck yeah," I responded. I laughed to myself that it would be my first line of the day. After that, I was riveted by Cassie and forgot all about the cameras.

Cassie stood in front of me, sitting on the bed, and ran her hands up and down her body clad in black leather straps and buckles. She pursed her lips and blew me a kiss. "What do you think of my outfit, big boy?' I smiled at her calling me 'big boy.'

Cassie ran her hands sensuously up her torso and hefted her huge breasts still encased in black leather straps. "Do you think this outfit shows off my big tits? I got this outfit just for you, big boy." Cassie lifted her breasts even higher in her dainty, perfectly manicured hands and, with a lascivious smile on her face, staring straight at me, she took a long lick with her delicate pink tongue down the upper slope of one breast toward her leather-covered areola and nipple.

I watched entranced at the shiny trail of saliva left by her pink tongue on the upper expanse of her tit until I realized it was my turn to speak. I did not have to fake my lustful voice. "Uhmm, babe, I think your beautiful breasts would look even sexier if they weren't covered with all those leather straps."

Cassie laughed and started undoing the top part of her outfit. It turned out that despite all the straps and buckles; her outfit was held together by snaps that ran down its front. One by one, from the top, Cassie unsnapped the part of her outfit that wrapped around her neck. Looking at me with half-lidded eyes and the tip of her tongue poking out of her red lips, Cassie then revealed her beautiful collarbones and the start of her massive cleavage. Snap after snap uncovered more of her golden-tanned massive tit flesh.

My cock was growing each time another snap came undone on Cassie's outfit, and I had to adjust myself in my pants. My throat was dry, and my mouth hung open as I watched Cassie put on a show for just me (and her thousands of subscribers).

Cassie smiled and winked at me just before she ripped open the rest of her bra straps, revealing her massive tits in all their glory for the first time. They bounced heavily before they settled high on her chest. Her tits were each bigger than her head. They were much larger than cantaloupes; they were the shape of honeydew melons thrusting a foot off her slender torso without a hint of sag. Cassie's breasts were expanses of tanned skin topped with dusky crinkled areolas and pink erect nipples.

"Do you like them, big boy?" Cassie crooned, looking down at them with pride before hefting their obvious weightiness in her overflowing hands. Craning her neck, she sucked one pink nipple into her red lips and then the other. Cassie's cheeks hollowed, and her eyes closed as she obviously enjoyed the sensation of sucking on her own tits. She opened her sparkling blue eyes to look at me as she smiled around her nipple before letting it go with a 'pop' and offering it to me. "Want a taste, big boy?"

"Fuck yeah," is all I could say. She stepped between my legs, but she did not have to step far because her breasts arrived way before she did. I reached up to grab the massive breast that filled my vision, but she danced back, teasing me. "Nuh-uh. No hands."

I could not speak. I could only nod. She danced forward and shoved her breast into my face. I immediately took her entire areola and nipple into my mouth and began sucking furiously. The soft, warm firmness of her breast covered the rest of my face. Before the expanse of breast flesh cut off my air supply, the scent of vanilla and her arousal overwhelmed me. I looked up the slope of her tits in adoration, only to find Cassie smiling down at me with a twinkle in her eyes. "Like that, big boy?"

I nodded enthusiastically with my hands at my sides, never stopping my voracious sucking on her tit. Cassie laughed and sprang back, popping her breast from my gasping mouth.

"You've been sucking on my tits for long enough," Cassie said. "Let's take this party to the next level."

"I think you're overdressed," Cassie said as she knelt and grabbed the waistband of my pants and started pulling them and my boxers slowly down my legs, revealing Inch by inch of my cock like a striptease. After staring at the half of my thick cock that was in the open with no sign of the head in sight, Cassie looked up at me and giggled as excitedly as a kid unwrapping a Christmas present. She pulled my pants and boxers further down my legs, showing a few more inches of my shaft until she murmured, "Holy shit." Finally, she pulled my shorts and boxers the rest of the way off, and my fully erect cock bounced up and smacked her on the bottom of her chin.

Cassie laughed and grabbed as much of the base of my cock as her fingers could encircle and studied its veins and muscles all the way up to its purple, mushroom-shaped head. It was longer than her face. Cassie looked up at me and said excitedly, "Wow, you really are a big boy, aren't you?"

Cassie knelt, clasping the base of my cock firmly, and she sucked inch by inch of it into her mouth. When she reached the halfway point of my shaft, Cassie looked up at me and smiled as if she was proud of herself for taking so much of my thick cock filling her mouth. She sucked down a few more inches of my shaft and then pulled back up off my cock and took a deep breath.

Cassie laughed and attacked my cock again. This time, she licked and sucked on every vein, glans, and muscle of my cock, all the way from its purple, mushroom-shaped head to its base where she nuzzled her nose in my neatly trimmed pubic hair and licked my balls.

I threw back my head and groaned in appreciation at the sight and feel of her sucking all my cock into her mouth and throat. Her red lipsticked lips stretched obscenely around my girth.

Cassie sucked harder on my cock, her cheeks hollowing and her tongue swirled around my shaft like it was her job, and she was going for employee of the month. She bobbed and sucked, saliva dripping down her chin while her tongue licked the sensitive skin underneath the head of my cock. "Gack, gack. Glug, glug. Slurp, slurp" were some of the happy noises she made as she filled her mouth with my cock. The head of my cock was bumping against the back of her throat, causing her to choke and gasp, but she just kept diving back onto my cock.

Cassie's two hands stroked my shaft while her tongue bathed and licked my shaft and balls. She seemed genuinely happy to be giving me this amazing blow job. The warmth and wetness of her lips around my balls and shaft combined with the texture of her tongue tracing the veins of my cock and the heat of her breath against my skin overwhelmed me. And her blue eyes either stared up at me or were closed in rapture. She sucked on my dick with a joy that drove me to the edge.

My hands gently gripped her head with my fingers feeling the softness of her hair, deliberately trying not to face fuck her. It was impossible to keep my hips from bucking my cock into the wet heat of her mouth. Cassie was gasping and panting with her puffy lips locked around the head of my cock and her prehensile tongue slithered around every inch of my shaft. I threw my back and clenched my teeth, awash with the sensation of my cock filling her hot mouth. Her heavy tits rubbed against my thighs with each bob of her head. Cassie's fingers clutched at my hips, drawing me deeper into her throat. Finally, I decided that I could not take it anymore, or I'd be cumming any minute.

Cassie squeaked in surprise when I pulled her head back off my cock with an obscene slurping sound. Cassie looked up at me in shock, her mouth open, her tongue wet, her saliva and my pre-cum shiny on her chin. Her mascara had run, and traces of her red lipstick were smeared on my cock. She looked so disappointed, like I had taken her favorite toy away. "Wha...?" she moaned, her hands still locked around my shaft.

But then Cassie looked up at me with a smile of anticipation when I pushed her until she was lying on her back on the bed. Her huge tits proudly stood upright with hardly any sag or pancaking on her chest. As soon as Cassie saw me staring at her tits, she knew what I was going to do next: fuck her tits.

I grabbed as much tit flesh as I could. An electric current ran through my fingers from the soft, pliable flesh in my hands. Cassie's breasts were amazing: their heft, warmth, smoothness, and the raised tips of her nipples. The weight I felt as my hands squeezed her overflowing tit flesh caused my cock to twitch.

"Well?" Cassie asked. "Are they everything you ever wanted?"

"They're amazing," I smiled as I continued to massage her breasts. "They feel so..."

"They'll feel even better in a second," Cassie said, glancing from her breasts to my cock. "When they're wrapped around that."

"Hell yeah," I moaned.

"Listen now. This is important." Cassie said with a smile, clutching her big breast in her dainty hands. "I don't want you to use your hands to touch me or thrust at all unless I tell you. I am going to do everything. Got it?"

"Yes, but that's going to be tough," I quickly agreed, desperate to finally feel her massive boobs sandwich me.

"Excellent. Now, action!" Cassie said as she pulled my cock down and wrapped my dick into the warm embrace of her cleavage.

"Holy shit," I hissed, resisting the urge to cum the second she began to pump her tits along my length. The sight of Cassie's huge breasts surrounding my long glistening cock only heightened the sensation I felt as Cassie smirked up at me when the swollen head of my cock popped in and out of view between her breasts clasped by her manicured hands. I wanted to make this titfuck last as long as possible.

'You've been dreaming of fucking my big fat tits for a long time, haven't you?" she asked, dragging the weight of her breasts along the length of my cock.

"Ever since I first saw them," I moaned.

"Mmmm, I've been thinking the same thing," Cassie said, lifting her heavy breasts and slapping them against my lap more rapidly with each stroke of her tits. She was in complete control, even though I straddled her chest. She never let my cock escape the sweaty embrace of her massive globes. The pleasure built higher, as I tried not to twitch my hips while trying to comply with Cassie's directive not to thrust my cock through her tits.

But then she stopped. I looked down at Cassie with questions in my eyes while she still held her tits wrapped around me, but she was no longer pumping me with them.

"Go on," she commanded, staring at me intently and squeezing her chest tighter around me. "Do what you've been dreaming of. Fuck my tits."

I didn't hesitate. As Cassie held her tits together, I began to thrust through the tight cavern created by her breasts. I thrust slowly at first, enjoying having back the control I had given to Cassie. Her increasingly hot tit flesh embracing my wet cock caused my stimulation to build, as I picked up the pace, making her tits shimmy and shake more and more as I rammed through them.

Her small hands gripped her massive tits with her pink erect nipples peeking between her fingers caused me to moan aloud as I fucked Cassie's breasts, my thrusts only stopping when I smacked the underside of her chin. My orgasm built, rushing toward me, each time her tit flesh slid along my shaft.

"Feels good, doesn't it, big boy?" Cassie laughed as I continued to thrust.

"Fucking amazing," I groaned, plowing into her expansive tit flesh again.

"That's right," Cassie said, pressing her tits tighter around my cock, staring up at me with an amused smirk.

I moaned as the pleasure of my dick thrusting through her breasts continued to grow more fevered as my titfucking went on.

"Show me how much you love fucking my tits," Cassie commanded again, now gripping her tits even tighter and pumping them up and down the length of my cock with increasing friction.

As soon as she said it, I finally let myself go. Still thrusting hard into her cleavage, I felt my orgasm rip through me. Reaching forward and grabbing Cassie's head, I surprised her so she opened her mouth, and I shoved my cock into it. I let out a deep moan, my climax intensified as my balls slapped against the underside of her boobs and I plowed my cock deep into Cassie's tight, wet mouth and shot my load deep inside her throat.

Cassie gagged, her hands clenched my thighs as I continued to cum in her mouth. It was my turn to smirk at her as she stared at me in agitation at my disobeying her command to come on her chest. But she swallowed every drop.

"You wanted my cum. Here it is." I panted, pulling my dick from her mouth and slapped it wetly against her lips and cheeks before I flopped down on the bed next to her with an exhausted sigh.

Cassie turned toward the cameras and opened her mouth to reveal my cum splashed across her tongue. She made a show of swallowing and then opening her mouth to show that the cum was gone. "And CUT!" she called out. Then, she hit me playfully on my chest. "You were supposed to cum on my tits," she told me. "That was supposed to be the money shot for this scene. But I guess the cum-in-the-mouth thing was okay too."

Then, as if I had not just finished fucking her mammoth tits for what seemed like hours, Cassie turned her back to me and, looking over her shoulder, asked teasingly, "You ready for the next round, baby?"

All I could do was nod. "Yes!"

"Good," Cassie said and turned to the cameras and said, "Action!"

Turning from the cameras, she asked me, "Do you think this outfit flatters my ass, big boy?"

"Fuck yeah," I croaked again, unable to take my eyes off the firm, round cheeks of her bubble butt barely contained by the leather straps of what was left of her outfit.

"I think so too," Cassie nodded as she slowly twirled around to face me. "But I think my ass would look even better without all of these straps. Don't you think so too, big boy?"

"Fuck yeah," I replied, grabbing her tremendous ass with both hands and jamming my face between her cheeks, my tongue licking from her pussy to her anus.

Cassie pulled away from me, stood up, and unsnapped the rest of her outfit and slowly pushed the straps down over the curves of her ass and hips, leaving her clad only in her black leather, high-heeled, thigh-high boots. Cassie stepped forward and put the foot of her boot in my crotch, the point of her high heel dangerously close to my rapidly engorging cock. "Want to help take these off, big boy?"

"Fuck yeah," I said yet again. I pulled off her boots, revealing perfectly formed feet with red painted nails, shapely calves, and long muscular thighs leading to a beautiful pussy already glistening with her arousal and topped with a trimmed triangle of strawberry blonde pubic hair. Her swollen labia lips and delicate pink inner petals shiny with pussy juices mesmerized me until I looked up at her toned abdomen and saw Cassie smiling down at me through the crevasse of her mountainous breasts. "Hi," she giggled. "Like what you see?"

Looking up at her, enraptured, I breathed, "Oh fuck yeah." Grabbing her by the hips, I tried to pull her into my arms, but she rolled back and said, "Nuh-uh, big boy. It's my turn now."

Cassie lay on her back with her head propped up against the pillows, her legs splayed wide apart, her pussy soaked with anticipation. Cassie pinched and pulled idly at her nipples perched atop her mountainous breasts as she stared smoldering into my eyes. "C'mere, big boy. Time to eat my pussy."

I flopped down on my stomach between her spread legs bent at the knees. As I pushed her knees apart, the beautiful hairless groove that was her slit opened to reveal the moist pinkness within. My face was inches from her sodden pussy lips dripping with her girl cum. My panting breath warmed her privates. I put my arms under her ass and held her hips down with my hands. My fingers caressed the strawberry-blonde patch of her pubic hair before they drifted downward and began circling her engorging clit peeking from within its hood.

Her body was completely open to me. All pretend struggles were past. Cassie lay there anticipating, compliant, waiting perfectly still for me to take her.

Only her chest was moving, her breasts rising and falling with each breath. Her eyes stayed on mine, conveying her need and that she was mine for the taking.

I placed Cassie's legs over my shoulders. I started to lightly lick the puffy folds of her pussy lips. Cassie sighed softly as my tongue worked its way between her folds with long, slow broad licks from back to front. Her body trembled in anticipation.

I made circles around her hard little clit with the tip of my tongue. This soon had Cassie tumbling toward the start of another orgasm.

Her back arched, and her legs tightened around my neck, pressing her mound to my mouth. She cried out, "Oh my god... Oh fuck that's good!" Her moans and cries soon increased as my licking grew more fevered. My hands reached up and kneaded her big, beautiful breasts. Cassie's body convulsed, bucking her hips and quaking as wave after orgasmic wave began to course through her body, leaving her gasping for air, her chest heaving.

Cassie began to do much more than moan. She shuddered. She gasped. She shook her head from side to side. Her hips began to buck, her butt trying to rise from the bed, her legs flailing as I used my free hand on the concave slope of her stomach to keep my lips, tongue busy on her pussy.

She groaned. She cried out, switching between long whimpering cries and guttural groans and high-pitched shrieks. Cassie gradually got louder. She writhed, squirmed, and shuddered as her orgasm crashed through her body.

Cassie twisted and spasmed for several long moments before her body unclenched and she lay back on the bed, still trying to catch her breath, panting from the series of powerful orgasms that had just wracked her body.

She was not paying close attention to me until she realized that I had stood up at the edge of the bed, holding her legs apart. I intended to give Cassie a hell of a ride.

"C'mere, baby girl," I growled. "I need to fuck you now."

A big smile blossomed on Cassie's face. She scrambled further down the bed, until her knees reached the end of the bed, still on her back, her long, tanned legs spread wide in the air, exposing her swollen wet pussy for me. "Oh yeah, Daddy," she squealed. "Give me that big fat cock RIGHT NOW!"

I laughed. "Oh, I'm your Daddy now? I thought I was your big boy."

"Can't you be both? Now quit fucking around and FUCK ME," Cassie moaned as she bounced her hips on the bed as I pulled her ass to the edge of the bed. My cock stood proudly thick, solid, angled toward her pussy. Her legs were spread on either side of my waist, the bottom of her feet resting against the front of my shoulders. I grabbed the base of my cock with one hand and rested my shaft on her slit with the head sliding across her clit. I could hardly wait to slide deep inside her.

Her pussy was soaking from her own secretions and seemed to be pulsating beneath my shaft. Her heavy breasts rose and fell, and she looked at me with those blue eyes begging me to ease back, lower my cock head, and push it into her.

I angled my cock downward to get the head lined up with her slit. I slid the big head up and down between the soaking wet folds of her pussy. Once I was lined up, I grasped Cassie's ankles and spread her legs wider. As I eased the head inside her, it looked obscenely large as it pushed into her tiny pink pussy. I watched as her pussy lips stretched to fit over the rim of my cock head, inviting it within, holding tight around the shaft.

We both groaned, "Oh fuuuuuuck" as I pushed my big, red cock further into the tiny entrance to her pussy. The head of my cock was enveloped in a tight, wet, molten vise. I pressed my aching cock against Cassie's wet, hot pussy and felt her muscles start to give way. Once I had the tip of my cock in her, she surrendered to me. She moaned and gasped as I pushed my cock deeper into her, stretching her pussy until I was able to push into her, slow and deep.

"Goddam, you're tight, Cassie." I moaned, pushing my cock further into her hot depths and feeling her pussy stretch to accommodate my girth.

"Goddam, you're fucking BIG." Cassie cried. "Go slow, but keep going. Take that pussy. Make that pussy yours."

I pushed several times deeper and deeper. My cock thrust further into her, feeling the tightness of her, and the slickness that allowed me to probe even deeper. I took my time as I steadily thrust my cock into her until only another inch or more remained, not yet in her. Cassie raised her head and shoulders as her blue eyes went to where the shaft and her cunt joined, with her eyes wide with wonder.

"It's so big. I... it's soooo..." she started, not sure how to finish.

With my free hand, I reached behind her shoulder and pulled her torso toward me. She reached up to hold me by my neck. I slipped my hands under her ass, cupping her cheeks, and then I lifted her. She clamped her legs around my waist. Her breasts pressed against my chest. Between her arms holding me by my neck, her legs around my waist, my hands beneath her butt, her weight was now entirely supported by my cock lodged inside her. When I lifted her off the bed, she gasped.

My biceps were taut until I relaxed my grip on her ass and let her own weight slam the last few inches of my cock into her pulsating pussy and bottomed out, the head of my cock bumping against the spongy wall of her cervix.

Cassie whimpered. "Oh that's deep!"

I continued to hold Cassie above the bed, fully impaled on my cock and my hands on her ass supporting her weight as she clung to me. I bounced her once or twice using my thigh and arm muscles. Her body shifted against mine, my cock moving inside her, pressing my shaft one way, then the other, her clit feeling every movement, causing her to whimper, squirm, gasp, and shudder.

I watched Cassie as she had another orgasm, throwing her head back, jaw clenching, her hands gripping tighter around my neck. Every inch of her was shuddering and spasming while she clung to me as if her life depended on it. I could feel every ripple of her pussy walls squeezing and releasing the hardness of my cock. Her stomach undulated, and her massive tits heaved with a sudden intake of breath as my pelvic bone slammed against her wet, swollen clit over and over.

"Oh shit... oh fuck... oh... oh my GOD!" Cassie gasped. "Let me get used to you. Goddamn, you are filling me up so good."

I bent down, then leaned forward as I lowered her torso back down on the bed with her body beneath me, her legs still gripping my waist and my hands grasping her ass cheeks. Her pussy felt like a nirvana of hot, wet, female muscles.

I began to slow fuck her, pulling out until only the head remained in her hot clutches and then pushing my way back into her tight pussy. Soon, I was gliding into her, feeling her pussy walls flutter and grasp every inch of my cock.

Her cunt fit perfectly around the thickness and length of my cock, yet tight enough to tease the sensitive head with a wet and welcoming grip with each piston-like thrust.

"Do you like my wet, hot pussy,? Do you like shoving your big fat cock into my tiny, tight cunt? Do you like fucking this big-titted, little girl, Daddy? Do you want to make me your dirty little slut?" Cassie moaned, turning up the dirty talk.

"Oh, fuck yeah." I groaned through gritted teeth.

"Well then, fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me harder. Make me yours. Ruin me for every other guy." Cassie moaned as she scratched at my back with her nails, bucking up her bottom from the bed to meet my thrusts as I rammed my cock as hard as I could, shafting her from side to side, wanting her to cum at least once more before I did.

I threw her legs up on my shoulders and then bent them so her thighs pressed against her massive tits and her feet fluttered over my head. I leaned over her, pressing my cock deeper into her pussy. With my arms straight and my hands on either side of her shoulders, I let her strawberry-blonde mane spread out around her head. I bent down, and we locked in a tongue-sucking kiss. Then, I began to pile-drive her.

"Oh fuck me, Daddy." Cassie moaned. "Fuck me just like that. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Just like that. Don't you stop. Don't you ever fucking stop. Keep fucking your tight little pussy with your big fat cock. Make me yours. Make me yours. Oh, you're going to make me cum so hard."

I felt like a machine, a fucking machine. My hips pistoned my cock into Cassie's molten hot pussy. I pushed my cock deeper into stretching pussy walls, each time faster than the last, until I was pounding her pussy as hard as I could. My hips slapping against her with each thrust, sending rippling shockwaves up her body, causing her mountainous tits to bounce and clap against each other.

I could see her orgasm approaching her like a tidal wave. Cassie tossed her head from side to side. Her sweat-drenched hair whipped across both of our faces. Her eyes rolled back, and her mouth hung open. Her tanned body shone with a sheen of perspiration. Her hands clutched my shoulders, her fingernails raking my back. Cassie moved her muscular legs down around my waist and clamped them there, as her heels drummed on my lower back, urging me on.

"You like that, baby girl?" I snarled. "You like how I'm fucking you? Are you my good little girl? My good little slut?" I was pounding her now, trying to drive her into the mattress. Our hips slammed together with wet claps. Her pussy walls were spasming and gripping my cock in a tight wet hold.

"Yes, yes, yes." Cassie panted with each thrust of my cock. "I'm yours. I'm yours. I'm gonna cum so hard on your big... fucking... cock."

Soon, Cassie was screaming and moaning as my cock assaulted her pussy. Her body writhing beneath me as she made guttural groans as she sobbed, "Oh fuck! Oh god... Please fuck me harder! Oh yeah... OH.... OH FUCK!" She could only breathe in gasps, and her back arched as I reached for her bouncing pillow tits. I pinched her nipples as I furiously fucked her.

"Cum for me, baby girl." I panted. "Cum for me now."

Cassie threw back her head, causing her strawberry blonde mane of hair to fly in all directions. "Oh fuck... oh... oh... oh... OOOOH... I'M GONNA CUM... OH FUCK!. She screamed until she was reduced to a raspy whisper. Her body quivered and shook beneath me as jolts of pleasure seemed to shoot through her. Cassie's pussy began to grip my thrusting shaft as I impaled her with my cock.

Uh... Uh... Uh" was all Cassie could utter. Then she clenched, her whole body tensed and froze. Her back arched and Cassie gave out a wordless wail from her core that went on and on and on... as wave after wave of her climax roared through her... until her wail faded into a hoarse whisper. Then, she collapsed limply back on the bed, her arms and legs falling loosely from my body.

Cassie lay bonelessly on the bed beneath me. She stared up at the ceiling, her eyes unfocused. The only sounds in the room were our tortured breath and the soft, wet slap of our hips as I continued to gently fuck her through her orgasm in the hope that she could ride it into another.

I leaned down and kissed Cassie tenderly on the lips. "That's my baby girl," I murmured. "That's my good little girl."

Cassie blinked a few times and looked down our bodies, between her massive tits pressed against my chest, at the sight of my still rock-hard cock stroking gently into her now-drenched pussy. She looked up at me in shock and asked, "Are you fucking kidding me?"

I just grinned and kissed her again.

Cassie looked up at me with a fake glare. "Oh, hell no. " She pushed at my chest until I rolled us over and she was on top, still impaled on my cock. I reached up and started to stroke and pull at her nipples, marveling at the massive heft of her tits. She began to roll her hips from side to side and back and forth, massaging every inch of my cock with her pussy.

She rode me hard, bouncing her pussy up and down on my cock. Her stomach and thigh muscles flexed with each movement she made. Each time when she rose off me, she left my shaft shiny with her juices and my pre-cum. As she slammed down on me, I felt her pussy lips gripping me every inch of the way and her vaginal walls enveloping me in a hot, steamy embrace. Each time she bottomed out on me, pussy juices flowed down my balls and onto the bed.

As I lay there beneath Cassie thrusting my hips up to meet her downstrokes, her huge tits thrust forward as she arched her back and her face flushed bright red as she tensed for her next orgasm. Her head was thrown back, and her strawberry blonde hair was wet with sweat. Cassie grunted each time our hips slapped together. She kept repeating, "Oh fuck yeah... oh fuck yeah... oh fuck yeah.

When she came again, her pussy spasmed around my cock and her body twisted and shook. I continued fucking Cassie and felt the buildup toward my own climax. The tightness and pulsations of her pussy drove me ever closer to ejaculation. I thrust up into her several more times until my cock exploded and I finally unloaded spurt after spurt into her depths.

The intensity of my cum triggered another, equally explosive climax in Cassie, causing her to grasp at me, trembling, and quivering, as she bucked and squirmed and squealed with joy until her cries became whimpers and exhausted sobs. When at last her aftershocks subsided, she flopped onto my chest, her sweaty hair flying in our faces. I held her in my arms as we both panted.

"Holy shit, that was fun." Cassie groaned hoarsely.

I just grunted and lay there with her on top of me. After a few moments, I raised my head and peered down at her. "Do you think you got the content you needed?"

"Who cares?" she laughed softly, sliding her cheek against my chest. "You were so much better than I imagined."

"So are you," I agreed. "What happens now?"

"Well," Cassie breathed a sigh that warmed my chest. "We rest for a little while, then we take a shower, get something to eat, and later I'll start editing the footage that we shot." With that, we drifted off to sleep with her lying on top me and my arms wrapped around her.

We woke up an hour or so later and took a shower together. I washed her tits very carefully and was moving toward her pussy, when she pushed my hands away and said, "You're bad, but I'm starving."

When we went to her kitchen, me in my shorts and Cassie wearing my T-shirt, the house seemed empty except for us. "Where are Sylvia, Mad, and Lilly?" I asked as I ate the sandwich Cassie had made.

"I think they took Lilly to see a waterfall at the state park nearby." She said, handing me a lemonade. "We have the house to ourselves all afternoon."

"Fuck yeah," I said, and we both laughed.

Then Cassie got serious. "So you're okay... with what we did?"

"Of course," I replied, still eating my sandwich. "It was amazing. Magical, even."

Cassie asked me between bites, "And you're okay being with me, even after all you've been through with Liza and Madison?"

"Cassie, of course," I said, pulling her into my lap, feeling anxiety in the pit of my stomach at the thought that she might be having regrets about being with me. "What you and I had was incredible and had nothing to do with Madison. You know that, don't you?"

"Yes, I know it. But what about Liza? What are you going to do about her? You're three for three with the O'Grady girls now, you know?" Cassie asked with a playful smirk that did not hide the concern in her eyes.

"You ask some really important questions that I don't know the answers to." I pulled her into a deep kiss and then said, "You're amazing and, from now on, I want to be with you as much as you will let me. I don't know what's going to happen with Mad. And Liza is not even in my life anymore. She left me, remember?"

"I know," Cassie whispered against my chest, but then looked up at me earnestly. "You already have Madison and Liza to deal with. I don't want to complicate your life even more."

"Oh, Cassie," I murmured between kisses on her neck. "You don't complicate my life. You make it better. Mad has a lot on her plate, and I'm going to let her deal with it for now. With Liza, I'm not sure what's going to happen. I hate her for what she's done, but I still love her, despite everything. Even so, I want her and Jack to feel some of the pain that I've felt since Liza left me. One thing I am positive about is that Jack Hanson is going to pay. For some reason, I am sure he is the cause of everything that's happened with Liza."

"What are you going to do about Liza and Jack?" Cassie asked tentatively.

"Not sure yet." I replied and then said, "But there is one thing I know for sure."

"What's that?"

"That I want to spend the rest of the afternoon with you... filming content for your OnlyFans page." So we did.

Chapter 4: Liza

A couple of days after my film session with Cassie, I was standing alone in my quiet house with my TV remote in one hand, scrolling through hundreds of channels on my big-screen TV and finding nothing to take my mind off Liza, Mad, and Cassie. As far as I knew, Liza was still off somewhere with Jack Hanson for no reason I could figure out, but I couldn't stop imagining them in bed together. But then, my mind skipped to Mad--we had not seriously talked since we slept together, and her absence was like a heavy weight on my chest. I thought about calling Cassie, but I knew she was busy editing our fuck session for posting it on her OnlyFans page. I felt the walls of my house closing in on me with loneliness when I heard a knock on my front door.

The knock was decisive, even insistent. I knew it was not Cassie because she wouldn't have knocked; she would have just burst right into the house. I also knew it was not Mad since she always used the back door when she came over. Curious, I pulled open the door. Standing on my porch glaring at me was my soon-to-be ex-wife, Liza O'Grady.

She wore a conservative and well-tailored grey women's business suit with a starched white blouse that flattered her curves. She had clearly come straight from her law firm's offices. The afternoon sun shone on Liza's light brown hair, highlighting the waves and curls that stylishly fell to her shoulders. Her makeup was perfectly applied. In her power suit, her put-together appearance, and her confident glower, she announced sternly, "Michael, we need to talk."

"What the fuck do you want, Liza?" I growled.

"We're not divorced yet. We still have some unfinished business," Liza admonished me as she stepped past me into the house and sat herself on my living room couch.

"Seriously, Liza, why are you here? You left me. We are getting divorced, remember?" I replied tersely, following her into the house that we once shared.

"I remember, Michael. That's why I'm here. Come sit down. I want to talk with you." She said sternly, pointing at the space next to her on the couch like a teacher directing a student to their seat.

I reluctantly sat on the couch, but with some distance between us. She immediately slid over so our knees touched, and she gripped my hands tightly. "The reason I'm here, Michael, is because I'm angry at you. I'm furious at what's happened, at what you did. But I'm also really mad at myself for not talking to you before I ran off."

"Liza, what do you think I..." I began.

Liza kept talking while gazing intently into my eyes. "I keep going over it in my head, but none of this makes any sense. I don't understand how we got here. I don't understand how you could do what you did, but I should have talked to you about it. I don't understand why I didn't. I blame my temper, but I know that's no excuse." Then Liza dropped her bombshell, "But that's why I'm here. I want to talk to you now. I want to forgive you. And I want you to forgive me."

I instantly went ballistic. "Forgive you? Are you insane?" I screamed through clenched teeth.

But Liza looked up at my mottled red face and said soothingly, "Wait, wait, Michael. Just hear me out."

I scowled and barely stopped myself from throwing Liza out, but I took a deep breath and said, "You've got about two seconds to start making some sense, Liza. You left me out of the blue, filed for divorce, and have been living with that asshole Jack Hanson, for two weeks. It's a little late for forgiveness, don't you think?"

"Well, about that. I'm hoping you'll prove that I was wrong about what you did." Liza said, still clasping my hands. Then she looked at me with her luminous brown eyes. "I want you to know that, even though I ran off and have been staying with Jack for the last two weeks, I've never fucked him. I've never even kissed him. Even though I've been so mad at you, I guess I've been hoping that somehow you can prove to me that what he's told me and shown me isn't true... that you didn't cheat on me with Madison and Cassie."

"What the fuck are you talking about, Liza?" I shouted incredulously. "YOU left ME and had me served with divorce papers. Who I have fucked since then is none of your god damn business."

"Wait... you're saying that you HAVE fucked Madison and Cassie." Liza wailed, suddenly bursting into tears. "Oh Michael, how could you?"

"Just stop it, Liza," I shouted. "Not that it's any of your business, but I didn't sleep with Madison or Cassie until AFTER you served me with divorce papers. You were the one who had an affair with Jack Hanson while we were still married, until you two finally announced that you had fallen in love and ran off to shack up together. You're the cheater, not me."

"As I said, you're right that I did run off," Liza blushed and tried to look appropriately ashamed. "But I haven't fucked Jack, though he's been trying to sleep with me. But he's been telling me for weeks that you were screwing Madison and Cassie... and then he showed me proof. THAT'S              why I left you and started divorce proceedings. Right before we made our announcement, he showed me pictures of you fucking my sisters while you and I were still married. So, you see, I had proof. That's why I finally ran off with Jack. I couldn't stay with you, and I had nowhere else to go, so I listened to Jack and ran off with him. Now, do you understand why I did what I did?"

With that, she pulled a packet of photos from her shoulder bag and tossed them in front of me. I looked at them carefully. I could see why Liza was so angry. Each of them was a close-up photo of me fucking either Madison or Cassie. The poses were lewd and explicit. We were clearly fucking in each photo. The faces in the photos were unmistakably me with Madison or with Cassie.

"What the fuck!" I muttered and then turned to Liza with a glare. "Where did Jack get these? Who took them? And most importantly, when did you get them?

Liza looked at me defiantly. "Jack gave those photos to me. I don't know where he got them from or how he got them. He gave them to me on the morning that Jack and I went to my mother's house and told all of you that we were leaving. Jack had been telling me for a month that you were cheating on me and that his marriage to Madison was a sham, that he and Madison had fallen out of love. He said that he had fallen in love with me and wanted us to be together. He said that we should both leave our spouses because you two had cheated on us with each other."

Liza went on as if she couldn't stop herself. "Jack said we couldn't tell anybody because it would tear apart the family and hurt Mom. Jack said we had to tell everybody that we had fallen in love and that was why we wanted to run away together. And I believed him and went along with his story because I was so mad at you... and my sisters. Because I had proof that you cheated!"

"Michael," Liza said, her eyes narrowing and her jaw set, "I admit that Jack Hanson has tried to seduce me. He preyed on my anger and loneliness. He knew me well enough, because he worked with me so much, that he saw my weaknesses, my insecurities about you, my sisters, and our marriage. Jack showed me proof that what I feared most was true... that you had cheated on me with my sisters. I only went off with him because I was so angry at Madison and Cassie, but especially at you."

"Jesus, Liza, I gasped. "And you just believed him?"

"NO!" Liza shouted. "I demanded proof before I'd do anything. That's when he gave me those photos. On the morning of our 'announcement.' The photo clearly showed that you had cheated on me with two of my sisters. I was so angry with you all that I agreed to go along with everything Jack suggested. So, I left you, started divorce proceedings, and moved in with Jack."

"Oh, Liza," I moaned. "How could you just leave me without even talking with your sisters or me first?"

"Look at the photos," Liza lashed out angrily. "I'm an attorney, and I know proof when I see it! For weeks, I have been telling myself that I didn't need to hear your excuses, rationalizations, all the things that cheaters say to avoid taking responsibility for what they've done."

"So what changed? Why are you here after all this time?" I asked, getting angrier and more confused by Liza's accusations.

"Like I said, Michael," Liza said, looking somewhat abashed for the first time. "I'm an attorney, and it took me a while, but I finally calmed down enough to realize that you can't convict someone, especially your family, until you hear both sides of the story. So, that's why I'm here today--to give you the chance to tell your side of the story."

"Wow, that's so damned nice of you," I said sarcastically. "You listened to Jack's lies and plotted with him for weeks to leave me and Madison--and don't forget, Lilly too--then you make this big announcement that you're leaving us, you and asshole Jack shack up together, you file for divorce, and after another half month of putting us through hell, NOW, after all of that, you have the gall to show up here and finally are willing to give me a chance to tell my side of the story? Well, here's my side of the story," I screamed in her face, "Fuck you! Believe what you want!"

"Now, Michael," said Liza, chiding me. "Don't be like that. I have already apologized for not talking to you sooner. Just look at things from my side for once: the evidence was so damning. Look at the photos. They clearly prove that you cheated on me... and with my own two sisters, Madison and Cassie."

I looked at the photos again and tossed them back into Liza's lap, telling her, "They're fake!"

"Admit what you did and maybe we can get beyond..." Liza went on as if I hadn't said anything, using that condescending voice of hers until her head shot up. "What?! What did you just say?"

"Liza, they're fake. The photos are fake. These fakes are really well done, but they must have been created using some kind of artificial intelligence software. They're called deepfakes. They're nothing but lies."

"How... How can you know that? Nothing about these photos indicates they're fakes. You don't think I didn't think of that?" Liza whispered in shock with her mouth open, looking down at the photos in her hands; gone was the air of confidence she had come in with.

"I know," I half-shouted at Liza through clenched teeth, "because I never slept with either Madison or Cassie before your 'announcement.' I'll swear it on anything you like, even on Lilly's sweet, tender life."

"But... but I know Jack, and he's not capable of creating these kinds of fake photos." Liza stammered.

"Liza, how can you be so smart and yet so stupid?" I went on, almost joyfully. "Jack is a top litigator at a fancy law firm. He has access to every kind of artificial intelligence software available and probably a few that aren't. He must have had help, probably from someone in your firm's IT department. The fakes are probably sitting on your firm's computer system right now."

"I... I... I think that I may have fucked up, Michael. If I was wrong, what do I do to fix things?' Liza said with a beseeching look.

"Can you go back in time and undo the past weeks of pain and misery that you and Jack caused?" I asked Liza sarcastically.

"Michael, you know I can't undo the past." Liza looked down for a moment before she gazed up at me with a determined look. "I realize now that I may have fucked up, but I want you to forgive me, and I want to regain the love you had for me before I messed things up so badly. And I'm willing to do anything to get you to forgive me and love me again like you used to. In fact, now that I realize how badly I may have fucked up, I want you to fuck me, and I want you to be good and pissed off when you do."

"Liza, you're not making any sense." I insisted heatedly. "Why would I ever want to fuck you again, pissed off or not? Give me a reason why I should take you back, other than the fact that you are still really good-looking and any heterosexual male would want to fuck you."

I can give you three good reasons why you should fuck me, right here, right now." Liza asserted serenely, ignoring my insults and smiling at me.

Liza held up one finger. "Reason 1: You can hate fuck me. You know you want to."

Liza held up a second finger. "Reason 2: You can get revenge on Jack. You know you want to do that too."

Liza held up a third finger, but then she hesitated. "Uhmm, I'm not going to tell you the third reason until after we fuck. It will be better that way. So, what do you say? Will you fuck me?" She made her case with assurance, just like I imagined she would sum up her arguments in court. Now, she waited for my ruling.

I looked at her sitting on my couch in her power suit, her ankles crossed so demurely, her back straight, pushing out her perky C-cup breasts, and her hands clasping mine so firmly. I couldn't help but think back two weeks ago when she and Jack had made their announcement. She had crushed my heart, telling me that she was leaving me to be with that asshole, all without a word to me first. Although I now knew Jack had deceived Liza, back then she had been so sure of herself, so confident in her decision, looking at me with pity, knowing it would devastate me and her family.

'Now,' I thought to myself, 'She's not so sure of herself, is she?' Beneath Liza's air of self-confidence, her eyes were pleading, desperate even. I sat back and considered her request. I didn't have to think for long. She was asking for something I had wanted to give her ever since she left me. Did I want to hate fuck her for what she had done to me? Hell yes. Did I want revenge on Jack Hanson for fucking up my life and Madison's? Absolutely yes. Besides, Liza was still beautiful, her body was still alluring, and the attraction between us was undeniable.

Finally, I blurted out, "Fuck it. I'm in. I'll fuck you. Why the hell not?"

"Excellent," she breathed with a sigh of relief, but then she added, "There is just one rule."

"Oh shit," I complained bitterly. "Here it comes. I knew there would be a catch."

"No, no, no catch," Liza said reassuringly. "You can do anything you want with me. Use all of my holes. Fuck me any way you like for as long as you want. Just don't hurt me, please. But the only rule is that when you cum, you have to cum in my pussy. Not in my mouth, not in my ass, and not on my face or tits. You just have to cum in my pussy. That's the only rule, okay?"

"Why the pussy only rule, Liza?" I demanded.

Liza waved her hand in dismissal. "Don't worry about it. It has to do with reason #3 for why you should fuck me. I'll explain everything after you finish with me. You'll get to do anything you want with me, don't worry. Just no permanent marks, and don't hurt me... too much." She said with a sly grin.

"Okay, fuck it. Let's do this. When can we start?" I asked, way too excited about hate fucking Liza to worry about rules, reasons, or any other fine print.

"Let's start right now," Liza grinned as she took off her jacket and started unbuttoning her blouse. I stepped over to her and ripped open her blouse, sending buttons flying everywhere, exposing her sexy breasts encased in a black satin bra. After tearing off her blouse, I was about to do the same with her skirt when she batted my hands away and said, "Easy, tiger. This is a two-thousand-dollar suit. Let me help you." With that, she unzipped her skirt and did a slow striptease, pushing down her skirt over her slim hips and tight ass.

When at last her skirt was pooled at her feet, Liza stood before me poised, confident, and naked except for her black lace bra that struggled to contain her good-sized breasts, shiny thigh-high nylons, and a black lace thong that matched her bra. Liza saw that I was going to rip apart her bra; she quickly unclasped it and tossed it aside, revealing her perky pale-skinned breasts topped with areolas the size of silver dollars and erect brown nipples that I remembered so well. Beneath her breasts, I could see hints of her ribcage, her flat, toned stomach, and her slender hips leading down to her long, lean-muscled legs encased in shiny nylons. She still wore emerald-green high-heeled pumps. Liza's pale skin was luminous in the dim light of what had been our living room.

Liza sank to her knees between my legs and unfastened my belt and pants, looking up at me with lust and apprehension. Never taking her gaze off me, Liza took my shoes and socks off and tossed them aside. She then unzipped me and yanked my pants and boxers down around my ankles, while I tore off my shirt.

My fully erect cock sprang free, shiny with pre-cum, and nearly smacked Liza in the face. I sat back down on the couch and opened my legs to allow this sexy, nearly naked woman to grab my member with both hands. Liza smirked up at me and circled as much of the base of my cock as she could in her hands. Keeping her eyes on me, she winked and whispered, "Keep your eyes on me, Michael."

I felt my eyes pop open as she leaned in to kiss the large purple head of my dick. Still looking up at me, she breathed, "Oh, have I missed this big fat cock."

Liza's tongue swirled around my shaft as her lips bobbed up and down on my dick, leaving it glistening with her saliva. One hand gently played with my balls.

Without another word, but with an evil grin on my face, I grabbed her by the hair and sharply pulled her lipstick-covered mouth down onto my cock, her nose hitting my pubic bone as the head of my cock slammed into the back of her throat. I watched her eyes tear up and heard her trying to breathe through her nose; all while she stared up at me, trying to read my thoughts.

"Oh, fuck, Liza!" I yelled with a groan, grabbing her head and holding it tight against my groin as my hips lifted off the couch as she tried to lick and suck every inch of my cock, swirling her tongue around my veins and ridges and mushroom-shaped head.

Her eyes watered, but she still stared up at me, as if daring me to stop thrusting my cock into her throat. She gagged and sputtered as best she could as I fucked her face slightly, enjoying her willing, welcoming mouth.

"Fuck..." I gasped as my hands gripping her hair kept pumping my cock in and out of her mouth. She kept her teary eyes on me even while I c forcefully thrust deep into her throat, and she kept choking on my cock. She pulled back, her hands on my thighs, as she coughed and gasped for air, thick lines of saliva and pre-cum leaking down her face.

I pulled on her hair and glared down at her, and growled at her, 'Bitch, you came to me and said I could hate fuck you. You asked for it. If you can't take it, get the fuck out."

Liza just nodded, closed her eyes, and plunged back on me, attacking my cock as if she could not live without it. Her saliva ran down my shaft, and her cheeks hollowed as she pumped herself onto my member. Her perfectly manicured red fingernails jerked my lipstick-smeared shaft as the large diamond engagement ring that I had given her flashed with each stroke. My girth filled her mouth, forcing her to open her jaws extra-wide. I was too long for her to deep throat me for very long, though she gave me everything she had. Her choking, gurgling, and slurping filled the room.

"You fucking bitch," I moaned as I threw back my head, glorying in face fucking Liza. Her lips clung to my shaft as she suctioned almost painfully on every vein and ridge on my cock. Her spit and saliva ran hotly down my member to where one of her hands pumped the base of my cock, and the other massaged my large balls.

"Oh, fuck, Liza!" I yelled with a groan, grabbing her head and holding her face on my cock. My hips lifted off the couch as I felt my orgasm building in my scrotum. I held my cock deep down Liza's throat, her eyes watering but still staring up at me, urging me to keep face fucking her. I thrust my dick even deeper into her warm, wet throat.

But I stopped her before I shot my load. I yanked my glistening cock from her slobbering mouth, causing her to whimper and cough. I stood up, then pulled her upright and threw her over my shoulder. Her left cheek pressed against my head, warm on my ear. She was not heavy. I held her legs tightly to my body with just my right arm.

I carried her up to my bedroom. She clung to me, with my pre-cum and her saliva still dripping down her face and tits. Then, she pressed her breasts against my back, skin on skin, her white complexion contrasting with my darker muscles. Her warmth against my body, her defenselessness against my strength, her feet kicking playfully at my groin, l added to the heat of her body on my shoulder.

Once we reached my bedroom, I tossed Liza onto the bed where she bounced, smiling up at me.

Without warning, I climbed up her body, threw her long legs open wide, gripped my now fully erect cock, and rammed it deep into her pussy with one hard thrust.

"Oh FUCK," Liza cried out as her eyes popped open and her long legs wrapped around my waist. "Oh fuck yes. Pound that pussy. You fuck your pussy. Fuck it hard."

"Mmmmm, whose pussy is this, baby?" I grunted.

"Yours, baby," Liza panted, thrusting her hips up at me as best she could as I slammed back down into her. We were both naked in what had been our marital bed, and I knelt between Liza's legs, holding her ass up with my hands. "This pussy is yours, all yours," she moaned.

"Yes, it is," I said with a groan, slamming myself down onto her again. Up and down, her tight pussy clinging to my dick with each stroke, her firm tits bouncing each time. "This is MY pussy, isn't it?"

God, yes," she eagerly agreed, my hips colliding with hers over and over as I gripped her ass. "Don't stop. Don't you dare stop!"

"That's right. You like me fucking you like the slut you are, don't you?" I panted, leaning my body down onto her while continuing to move my hips up and down. My chest came to rest against her tits, and she brushed her hair out of her face to stare into my eyes, a wicked smile on her face. "What a naughty slut you are. You must really love what I give you."

"I couldn't go without you any longer." She said, wrapping her arms around me. Pressed against her chest, I started fucking her for real, thrusting into her puffy labia lips and stretching out her tight little pussy.

"Oh my god, you feel so fucking good," Liza said with a pant, her breathing picking up. Her hips began to move more desperately, less controlled, and I smirked at the realization that she was drawing close to her own orgasm; it only egged me on faster. "Yes, keep fucking me!" She moaned, her eyes shut as she began to breathe faster.

"What a nasty slut you are. Crawling back to me, even though I've fucked your sisters."

"God, keep going," Liza begged, grinding her pussy up onto my thrusting cock. "Keep fucking me! I don't care who else you fuck."

I smirked as I focused on pulling her legs up, pinning them back as I used the new angle to drive into her even harder.

Our bodies clapped together forcefully, like a flamenco dance. Her pussy walls clamped down on my cock with each stroke. Liza's generous tits bounced and smacked together. Her stomach undulated. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her teeth clenched with the force of my thrusts. My cock rammed into her tight wet furnace. Sweat dripped from my face as my arms held my body of hers while my hips continued to piston her pussy.

Rage coursed through my body. Anger at Liza, at all she had done, at all the pain she had caused me when she left. I kept ramming my cock into her clenching pussy again and again, with every bit of force I had.

I looked down at her face, her mouth now open, grunting with each slam of my hips. Her big brown eyes glazed, looking pleadingly up at me until she closed them and her entire body shivered.

"Fuck!" Liza shouted, yanking hard at the sheets on either side of her. "Oh, yes, oh god, oh god. I'm going to cum so hard... fuck!"

Liza's face twisted in pleasure as her orgasm hit, her eyes rolling back in her head as she let out a moan that was both a deep groan of guttural pleasure and a hitching laugh of release. Her body spasmed under me, and her already tight pussy clamped even harder on my dick, massaging it with each thrust. Her intensity egged me on, pushing me near the edge as I pounded into her.

"Yes, baby... keep going..." Liza moaned, reaching between her legs to rapidly flick her clit as I fucked her. "I need your cum." She ran her free hand along the smooth expanse of her stomach and over her tits, twisting her own nipples. "Give me your cum. I need it so bad."

As her first orgasm crashed through her, she tensed and spasmed, her back arching and her hips bucking for several long moments, grunting and crying out until she sprawled back onto the bed. Her feet still dangled in the air and the backs of her thighs pressed against my chest. She looked up at me with half-lidded eyes and asked hungrily, "Oh fuck, that was so good. What are you going to do to me now, Michael?"

"I am going to hate fuck you, Liza, just like you asked me to," I grunted as I flipped Liza over onto her stomach and pulled her ass up by her hips, so she was now on her hands and knees as I got ready to fuck her doggy style. I slid the head of my cock up and down her wet slit from behind, re-lubricating my cock that was still wet from our last fuck.

Without another word, I slammed my now fully recharged cock back into Liza's hot, sopping, and surprisingly tight pussy as hard as I could. As usual, it felt amazing. Despite our years of marriage, her pussy still gripped my cock like a hot velvet vise.

The only sounds in my bedroom were my grunts, her moans, and the smacking of my thighs against her pale alabaster ass. Her ass cheeks bounced and flexed with each thrust of my cock. I got on my knees looking down at her face pressed upon the mattress, her disheveled mane of brown hair haloed around her head. Liza's perfectly shaped ass was raised with her pussy exposed for me. Her hips curved where I gripped them so tightly, she would have bruises tomorrow. Her waist was narrow, and the arch of her back was beautiful. Her shoulders and arms were tensed as she struggled to hold herself on her hands and knees against my onslaught. I saw the sides of her large tits swaying and smacking together as I fuck into her with everything I had. Her head lowered, and her long brown hair hung down obscuring her face. I could see her face in profile on the sheets, her bright brown eyes squeezed shut, and her mouth hung open as she moaned and panted for breath.

I grabbed hold of Liza's hair, pulling her head back, causing her to moan and her back to arch. Liza's tits bounced on her slender rib cage, her thick brown erect nipples rubbed against the sheets when her chest lowered, and her arms were flung outstretched above her head, her hands clenching the sheets. I kept one hand on her hip as I continued to thrust deeply into her dripping pussy, and I reached down to cup one of her mammaries with my other hand. Her breast overflowed my hand. I felt her nipple harden against my palm. At first, I caressed her breast, but soon I grabbed her long nipple with my thumb and forefinger and began to squeeze and pull and twist it. Liza's moans grew louder as she clearly relished my pounding her pussy and mauling her tit.

Now I fucked her with all my strength, railing against her ass, trying to fuck her into the mattress because I wanted her to feel some of the pain I felt when she left, but perversely, I also wanted her to have at least one more great big orgasm so she would cum at least one more time before I came. I wanted today's fucking to be epic, mind-blowing, one that she would remember for the rest of her life.

I continued to fuck Liza as hard as I could. We were both dripping with sweat. Liza's long back shone with perspiration, and I saw beads of sweat trickling down between her shoulder blades as we grunted and moaned. I was thrusting so hard that she was being shoved up the bed toward the headboard. Her moans were muffled by her face against the sheets. I felt my climax starting to come on, but I could also feel the wave of Liza's next orgasm starting to build as her cunt began to clamp down on my cock. Her legs started to tremble, and her toned ass muscles quivered.

Liza threw back her head and her hair slapped wetly on her back. Strands of her brown hair were plastered on her sweat-soaked face. Her mascara had run, and her lipstick was smeared. Her eyes were clenched shut. Her mouth panted for air. Still, she was so beautiful it hurt.

She opened her eyes and looked back at me over her shoulder and gasped, "Don't stop. Don't fucking stop. Please keep fucking me. I'm gonna cum so hard for you, baby."

I could not say a word because I was panting so hard. Somehow, I picked up the pace and slammed my cock into her pussy even harder. At the same time, I took my hand from her hip and slapped her right ass cheek so hard it left a white handprint. I then smacked her other ass cheek just as hard. Soon I was spanking her as hard as I could each time I hammered my cock into her pussy. I knew exactly what I was doing. I wanted her to feel what I was doing to her for days after today's fuck session was over.

I found myself screaming at her, red in the face, "Take it, you fucking slut. Is this what you want? Tell me, you stupid bitch, is this what you want?" Liza did not object. She just looked back over her shoulder at me with lust-crazed eyes as I continued to slam my shaft into her hot wet pussy and spank her ass until my hands ached. She then put her head down; her mane of hair hid her face. She started chanting, "Yes. Yes. Yes." She got louder and louder until she screamed, "Yes, give it to me, you motherfucker." Her scream became a wordless cry of ecstasy as her orgasm hit her hard. Her cunt clamped on my cock. She spasmed, twisted, and bucked her hips back into mine as her orgasm crashed through her. She shuddered and shook silently for a minute or more until she slumped limply prone on the sheets that were already wet from our juices and sweat.

I followed her down to the bed with my cock still encased in her fluttering pussy. I continued to fuck down into her boneless body, no longer caring about her pleasure, chasing only my own climax. Her face lay on the bed, partly obscured by her sweaty hair. I could only see one of her eyes half-lidded, looking back at me with an unreadable expression on her face. Her body bounces limply on the mattress from the force of my thrusts. I kept fucking her without remorse or letting up. My hips and legs were burning. My hand hurt from spanking her so hard. My thrusts became erratic as my own orgasm approached like a freight train.

"You asked for it, you're going to get it now, bitch!" I yelled, but instead of cumming in her pussy as she had asked, I pulled out of her and immediately started to stroke my cock. Liza whimpered in disappointment as I orgasmed, shooting streaks of my hot cum all over her back and ass. Her eyes popped open as she lay there, still shaking from her own orgasm and desperately gasping for air. I kept stroking furiously, pushing it to last as long as possible as I painted her toned, panting body.

As my cock finally stopped spurting cum onto her back and ass cheeks, I cried out and flopped back on my heels, gasping in exhaustion. My deflating cock slapped wetly against my thigh. Neither of us said anything for several long moments.

Finally, Liza lifted her head and said weakly, "Well, that happened."

I did not say anything. I could not respond. Instead, I started crying, sobbing, really. Tears ran down my cheeks.

Liza took one look at my face and scrambled to her knees, facing me. She put her hands on my cheeks, her thumbs wiping away my tears. Her brown eyes were wide with concern as she said, "Baby, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

I gazed at her. She looked up at me with love and concern in her eyes. Even with her makeup ruined, her hair disheveled, her body streaked with sweat and cum, she was so beautiful; it hurt my soul.

As I looked at Liza, I was hit with a tidal wave of profound sadness, grief, and despair. I felt anguish toward her about how close our marriage had come to ending. Just as suddenly, my sadness morphed into rage. I felt my face grow red, my eyes bulge out, and I hissed at my ex-wife through clenched teeth, "I can't believe you left me f because you believed Jack Hanson's lies."

Liza's face turned pale and her eyes filled with tears as she wailed, "Oh, baby! I'm so deeply sorry!"

Liza prostrated herself in front of me, covering her face with her hands, sobbing hysterically. In between sobs, she tried to talk, but no words came out except for wails of "No, no, no."

Liza could not say anything else. She just sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. Gone was the calm, confident demeanor when she told me we were through and she was leaving me to be with Jack Hanson. Gone too, apparently, was her quiet certainty she displayed all through our divorce that she was justified in destroying my life so she could be with the man she now knew had deceived her all along.

Liza continued to cry. Through her tears, she looked up at me and whispered, "I want you to know that, even though I thought you had betrayed me with my sisters, I knew in my heart that something wasn't right, that you really wouldn't do that to me. That's why I never let Jack touch me. Deep down, I knew I would have to forgive you. But now I know that there is nothing to forgive. I was wrong, and I am so sorry that I hurt you."

I groaned and said, "I am sorry too. I want you to know that until you served those divorce papers, I was faithful to you. I never cheated on you, not once. Do you know why? Because I loved you. But once you left me and started the divorce, I felt that you didn't love me enough to be faithful to me, so I didn't need to remain faithful to you."

Liza didn't say anything. She just nodded her head in resignation.

So I went on. "But I want you to know that I slept with Madison and Cassie because I love them. I wouldn't have touched them if you hadn't done what you did. You opened that door when you left and filed for divorce. So I am not going to feel bad about what I did with them. And I'm not going to stop, no matter what happens with you and me."

Liza wailed and began crying even harder as she threw her arms around my waist and buried her face in my lap, sobbing. "Oh baby, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault. If I hadn't believed Jack's lies... if I had just talked to you first, none of this would have happened. So I guess I will have to take what I get."

"Are you saying that you're willing to share me with your sisters?" I asked skeptically. "I've never known you to willingly share anything in your life."

"I never said I would 'willingly' share you." She said firmly, her arms still folded under her large breasts, distracting me from what she was saying. "I will do what I have to do, but that doesn't mean I not still mad at you."

"Wait, what?" I stammered, sitting back in shock. "Why are you still mad at me? You were the one who pretended to have fallen in love with Jack Hanson and ran off with him. You were the one who divorced me."

"Michael," Liza spoke slowly to me as she was explaining something that should be obvious to me. "I'm still mad at you because long before the 'announcement' you had become complacent and neglected me. Even before Jack started his campaign of lies about you and my sisters, you were working long hours; we stopped eating dinner together; we hardly talked; we rarely made love anymore. We were drifting apart and I was pissed off about it long before Jack tried to drive a wedge into our marriage."

Liza continued relentlessly. "And after I filed for divorce, you didn't fight for me. You didn't call or text or even just show up to try to get me to talk to you. You just wrote me off and jumped into bed with my sisters. You didn't see that when I pretended that I had fallen for Jack that I was just trying to make you jealous? But you never fought for me. You never tried to win me back. You just let me go. Now do you see why I'm still mad at you?"

"Lize, don't try to use your lawyer mumbo-jumbo on me. YOU were the one who left me. You filed for divorce. You moved in with Jack Hanson. YOU did all of that, not me."

"I already told you that I had good reasons for leaving you and not talking to you first. I had proof that you had cheated on me... and with my sisters, no less! I had no reason to think that the pictures were fakes or that Jack was lying to me. Besides, you were giving off all the signals that you were cheating on me--you were working late more often; you hardly talked to me; we never made love anymore. It was no wonder that I thought you were cheating on me." Liza shook her head firmly. "And after I left, you didn't fight for me. In fact, you didn't even stay faithful to me. Within days, you jumped right into bed with both of my sisters. But I remained faithful to you, and now I forgive you for your part in this mess," she added smugly.

"Well, I don't forgive you. You walked out on me without talking to me. You acted like you loved Jack Hanson and that you'd been fucking that asshole in the weeks before and after your big announcement. I will never forgi...."

"Well, you have to forgive me. It's only fair," Liza interrupted. "I've never lied to you. I've never slept with Jack Hanson, and I never will. He made up this whole stupid plot about you sleeping with Madison and Cassie, so I would be so mad at you that I would leave you and run away with him. Well, he got me mad enough to leave you, but I never slept with him... Because I don't love him. I love you."

"You love me? You have a funny way of showing it."

"I already told you. I was mad at you. I thought you had slept with my sisters before I left you, and then you didn't fight for me during the divorce. And I already said I forgive you for that."

"So you ran off with Jack and have lived with him for weeks without a word to me. What's changed? Why have you finally decided to talk with me now--after all this time?" I asked warily. "Why are you here?"

Well, part of why I'm here today is that I want you to forgive me," Liza said, scooching closer to me and putting her hands on my thighs. "Another reason is that I want to make Jack pay for putting us both through hell for the last eight weeks."

"So what is the third reason?" I asked, feeling as if I was walking into a minefield.

"Because I love you, always have, and always will, you big dope. Haven't I been telling you that for the last hour?" Liza shouted as she desperately climbed onto my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck. She clung to me with every muscle in her body and planted wet, sloppy kisses all over my face. I could not muster the strength to peel her off me and toss her aside. The feel of her tits against my chest and her wet pussy against my stomach was too much for me to resist. I could not stop myself from putting my arms around her. It felt too good. I hated myself almost as much as I hated her right then, but I couldn't resist her.

"Please," she argued but did not beg. "Please don't toss me away. I know that you are still mad at me for what I did. I don't expect you to just forgive and forget. But there is plenty of anger to go around in this mess. How about we both forgive each other and move past this?"

I leaned back and glared at her. "After all this time and everything that you have done to break my heart, even though you didn't sleep with Jack, you think you can waltz back here and tell me that I 'have to' forgive you. I want to kill you right now."

Liza sighed, looked me in the eye, and gently climbed off me. I rolled onto my side next to her, both of us still naked. "I know, baby. I get it. That's why I'm here. To start to make it up to you."

Liza turned on her side to face me. Her perfect breasts lay on top of each other, her swollen brown nipples still erect. She threw one of her long legs over my hip and wrapped her foot around my thigh, pulling us together so her groin rubbed against mine, trapping my half-engorged cock against the folds of her still-sodden pussy. She looked at me, gauging my response, and then flicked her eyes down to where our bodies came together, feeling my cock start to stir, despite all that had happened. Her hips began to undulate ever so slightly, rubbing the shaft of my cock up and down the length of the lips of her pussy.

I felt like I was under her spell and could not move as she inched closer to me on the bed until her hard nipples rubbed against my chest and her lipstick-smeared lips brushed against mine.

I tried to hold onto my anger, but I felt my rage and despair start to dissipate a little more each time the folds of Liza's pussy slid against my cock, each brush of her nipples against my chest, and each breath of hers that I felt against my cheek. Her hand was now stroking my bicep, and her hazel-brown eyes grew wider and brought me deeper under her spell once again.

She leaned in and gave me a searing kiss that I could not help but return.

"So," she asked pleadingly. "Do you think you could stand to be with me again and help me be the wife you want me to be and the wife I want to be for you? If you want, you can still divorce me, but I'll come crawling back to you. Will you let me be your sex slave so you can fuck me whenever, however, and wherever you want. I'll never say no to you. What do you say?"

I looked deep into Liza's eyes for several long moments, but saw nothing but hope, love, and desire. Finally, I said, "Liza, you know that talk is cheap, and based on your actions over the past few weeks, I have no reason to believe a single fucking word you say. You have hurt me more than I thought it was possible. I know I'll never be able to forget what you have done, and I don't know if I will ever be able to forgive what you have done." Liza's face fell, and tears welled up in her eyes again.

"But," I said, and then I paused for a moment. Liza bit her lower lip and looked at me with questions in her eyes. "But," I repeated. "I believe a few things you said. I believe that Jack Hanson lied to you and that you got mad and you have a terrible temper." I saw hope begin to dawn on Liza's face. "I can't help myself. I have loved you too much and for too long to not think about what you've said."

Liza grabbed my head with both hands and pulled me into a kiss that was deep and loving and lasted for several minutes. When we finally broke apart, gasping for breath, Liza sighed and said, "Thank you, baby. That is more than I could have ever hoped for and more than I deserve, but I love you more than life itself, and I will do everything I can to make things right." She kissed me again and held me as tightly as she could.

I rolled on top of her, this time propping myself up on my elbows. Looking down at her beautiful face, I said, "I want you to know that you can't ever run off like that again, and the next time you lose your temper like that again, it will be the end of us."

Liza looked at me with understanding in her eyes. "I get it. But I can do better. We both can do better."

"So even though I know you are still super mad at me and even though you aren't ready to forgive me yet," she added hastily. "Maaaybee, we can start the healing process now?"

With that, Liza rolled back on top of me and began to move her hips back and forth, rubbing her still wet labia up and down the length of my engorging cock. Once I was fully erect again, she reached between us and brought the head of my penis to the hot entrance of her pussy. Rising on her knees and then dropping down in one motion, she drove the entire length of my shaft into her hot, moist depths. Liza and I both groaned in unison. Liza looked down at me with love twinkling in her eyes, gently kissed me on the lips, and whispered, "Now, Michael, you can get back to hatefucking me."

I began thrusting into her as she twisted and arched until, at last, she had a huge orgasm and then sank onto my chest, with her hands still gripping my forearms. I pulled my still hard cock from her pussy and tapped it against her clit with a wet slap. "See, that's MY pussy."

"Your pussy," she echoed breathlessly.

I thrust my cock back into Liza's wet pussy and railed on her again and again until I felt my cum surge up from my balls through my cock. I roared "FUUUUCK," and without any word of warning, I rocketed shot after shot of my hot cum deep into her pussy. As my first shot sprayed into her womb, Liza's eyes opened wide in obvious satisfaction. Then, she surprised me by closing her eyes and moaning lustfully as I continued to spurt my cum into her until I had no more to give her. She finally opened her eyes, looked up at me with a smirk, and leaned forward to take my cock back in her mouth. She lovingly licked me until my cock was completely clean.

When, at last, my deflating cock slipped from her lips, she gave it one more tender kiss. She leaned back, looked up at me with her brown hair a disheveled mess and her puffy lips in a broad grin, and said hoarsely with a cute pout, "Thank you, baby, for cumming in my pussy, not on my tits."

I smirked and stroked her cheek. "Liza, you asked me to hate fuck you. That means you are not in charge. I am. I make the rules, not you."

Liza went on to say mischievously, "Now that you've reclaimed as yours again, that just means we are going to have to do this again."

I laughed, "Let's not worry about next time yet."

Her arms encircled my shoulders and drew me down to lie beside her while she stroked my back where her fingernails had just been drawing blood. Her lips were on my cheek as she whispered, "You know I'm sorry, right? Are we going to be okay?"

My rage dissipated, lost in the tangle of our limbs. I did not wonder why or try to figure out where my anger had gone; I just lay there, lost in the bliss of her body against mine.

As I lay there still wrapped in her warm embrace, her wet kisses against my cheek, I realized a few things. First, I still loved Liza. Second, after what Liza had told me about what Jack had done, I realized that I hated my ex-brother-in-law more than ever. I was just going to get some serious payback from him as soon as I got the chance. Lastly, I realized that I planned to fuck Liza whenever I felt like it and also enjoy the other O'Grady girls whenever I could.

I rolled off Liza, smiled, and said, "Okay, Liza, time for you to get the fuck out of here."

Liza moaned, "But, baby, I want to stay with you. I don't want to go back to Jack."

"It's only for a couple of more days," I said as I pulled her back into my arms. "We need proof that Jack made those fake photos. But don't let him touch you, got it?"

"Oh, I've got it. I'm yours and only yours," Liza said, smiling over her shoulder as she got up, went into the bathroom to clean herself, fix her makeup and hair, and gather up her clothes. As she put back on her wrinkled power suit, she looked at me and asked, "Don't you want to know the third reason why I wanted you to fuck me?"

I groaned and said, "Okay, tell me what it is."

She held up three fingers. "Reason 3: I want us to start making babies. I want you to breed me. That's why I wanted your cum in my pussy, not on my face. I want you to be the father, but I'll raise the kid by myself if I must."

"You are a sneaky, manipulative bitch, Liza," I growled. "You know I'm never going to abandon a child of mine, or the mother of that child."

"Yeah, but I'm a persuasive bitch, aren't I?" She said seductively

Before she left, Liza and I talked about what might happen next. Even though she was embarrassed that she had betrayed Mad by running off with Jack, Liza reluctantly agreed that I should tell Mad, Cassie, and her mom about what Liza had disclosed to me. We then started to plan how we could get back at Jack and make him pay for what he had done.

Finally, after we had finished our plans for Jack, Liza kissed me firmly on the lips once more and walked out my door, her hair disheveled, her power suit askew, but she put that extra O'Grady sway in her hips as she left.

Chapter 5: Confrontation

It was the Sunday after my visit from Liza. I was over at the O'Grady house for our regular Sunday night dinner. I was playing with Lilly on the floor of the living room, as I told Mad and Cassie what Liza had told me about Jack without revealing that Liza was the source of my information. Sylvia was listening from the kitchen while she prepared dinner. From the look on Mad's face, I got the sense that she figured out that the information had come from Liza, but Mad didn't say anything about Liza.

Instead, Mad gleefully told us how, rather than lowering her demands in her divorce proceedings against Jack, she had instructed her divorce attorney to increase her demands, knowing that it would drive Jack crazy.

"I'll bet Jack comes over here tonight to try to intimidate me or something. Any takers?" Madison asked with a self-confident smile.

Just then, Jack burst in the front door, pulling Liza in after him. Jack's face was flushed. For the first time since I had met him, Jack appeared so angry he had lost control of his emotions.

"Speak of the devil. Did I call it or what?" Mad smirked loud enough for Jack to hear.

I noticed that Liza had extricated her hand from Jack's and was standing apart from him with an unreadable smile on her face.

As soon as Jack and Liza entered the room, I turned on the audio recording app on my phone and put it on the table.

Sylvia came charging in from the kitchen, waving a wooden spoon. "Jack Hanson, you're not welcome here. I want you to leave right now." Turning to Liza, Sylvia said in a softer voice, "Liza, what are you doing here? Have you come to apologize to your sister, especially Madison?"

Liza twisted her fingers together and said nothing. Madison merely glanced at Liza.

"Mom," Madison said, giving Jack and Liza the evil eye. "Let's hear what Jack has to say. We can deal with Liza later."

Jack's eyes darted between Madison and Liza as he tried to figure out what was going on between them, but soon his anger and indignation took over again.

Jack pulled a sheaf of papers from his briefcase and shook them in Madison's face. "I just got these papers from your divorce attorney, Madison. Your new demands are outrageous. You want the house, the cabin, our cars, basically everything we own. You are demanding full custody of Lilly. You want 80% of my retirement savings, the investment account, and all our other holdings. You're also asking for astronomical amounts for alimony and child support that will last for decades, and you want me to fully fund Lilly's college trust now! I can't afford all of that. I am not going to pay it. "

With the flair he usually reserved for the courtroom, Jack dramatically threw down the divorce papers in front of Mad. She did not move a muscle except to glare at Jack with the venom of an attacking adder. The room was deathly still as no one dared to breathe.

At last, Mad hissed through clenched teeth at Jack, "Oh, you're going to pay. I don't need the court to order you to pay everything I am demanding. You're going to agree to pay all of it. You are definitely going to pay every penny I ask for."

"Why would I be stupid enough to do that? You need to withdraw your demands right now!" Jack shouted, getting red in the face.

Madison smirked and said, "And what if I don't?"

Jack sneered. "I'll tie you up in divorce litigation for years to come."

I spoke up for the first time, "Hmm, Jack, threatening us with baseless, harassing litigation. Isn't that a violation of your attorney code of conduct? You could be disbarred for that."

"You forget, Mike, you're not an attorney. I am. There's nothing you can do to me in court."

"Careful, Jack," I said with more confidence than I felt. "You don't know what evidence is going to come out or who is going to testify against you if we have to litigate."

I continued, "If you try to litigate your way out of paying Madison what she's due, it will come out that you're an adulterer who seduced a female subordinate associate with promises of making her a senior partner if she slept with you. I don't think your clients and partners would be happy with you then, would they? And that's another violation of your attorney ethical rules that could get you disbarred, isn't that right, Jack?"

"Wrong again, Mike," Jack argued. "No one is going to care about a consensual relationship between two adult colleagues."

"Don't be so sure," I retorted. "Sounds like your entire defense rests on Liza testifying that you didn't coerce her or make any improper promises. You sure she's going to lie for you?"

Jack's eyes narrowed. "Mike, you pathetic loser. You cuckold. I took Liza from you. She's mine now. Nothing you can say or do can change that." Jack reached to put his arm around Liza.

But Liza's expression turned to disgust as she recoiled violently from Jack's clutching hands. Liza then slapped Jack across the face so hard she left a white handprint on his cheek. Her slap reverberated through the room.

"Jack, you arrogant asshole." Liza hissed. "I'm not yours. I have never been. You lured me away from Mike with your lies about him sleeping with Madison and Cassie. And like a fool, I left him and followed you without even giving him a chance to explain because I had already convinced myself that what you said was true. I knew that Mike had feelings for Madison and Cassie and, from there, it was easy to convince myself that he had slept with them.. For that, I am going to have to beg Mike to forgive me for the rest of my life. But thank god, Jack, I never let you touch me!"

Jack continued to try to charm Liza by pleading, "But Liza, you know that you have feelings for me and I have feelings for you. We have been circling each other ever since we started working together. You can't really believe that I would manufacture evidence against Mike and your sisters, do you? You're too smart, competent, and beautiful to be with a loser like Mike. You deserve to be with me. I can take you places. I can open doors for you. I told you that I can make you a senior partner at the firm."

Liza looked at me for several long seconds before she turned to Jack and said, "No!"

Jack looked aghast and asked Liza, "What do you mean 'No?'"

Liza stated flatly, "No means no, Jack. No means I will not testify for you. I will testify against you. You lied, cheated, and are now going to pay Madison every cent she is demanding."

I couldn't help being proud of Liza, despite all that she had put me through. Jack was her boss and could end her job at the firm and possibly her career.

Jack couldn't help himself and went on trying to win Liza back, his voice rising and his face reddening. "Liza, you've seen the way Mike looks at Madison and Cassie and how they look at him. You and I have talked about it. You know Mike loves them and they love him. Surely, you see that. Mike slept with Madison and turned my marriage to Madison into a sham, just as he did with yours. There's nothing for you here! Don't you know that?"

"No, I don't know that, Jack," Liza responded, staring daggers at Jack. "All I see is that you love yourself way more than you love anyone else, especially me. If you really loved me, you wouldn't have tried to steal me away from Mike and break up my family with your lies. And don't forget that you had a family of your own in Madison and Lily that you were supposed to love and protect, but you just abandoned them. That's not love. That's just selfishness."

Jack reached for Liza and cried out, "Everything I did, I did for you. If you don't come with me, everything I did will have been for nothing." When Liza turned away, Jack's face turned from flushed to ashen.

Jack stared at Liza in disbelief, and then his eyes narrowed as he hissed, "I see what's happening here. You have convinced Liza to stab me in the back and you all think that you can gang up on me to get Madison a big payday. Well, it's not going to work. I've got some things that I could use that will ruin Madison."

"Wha... what do you mean, Jack?" I stammered, pretending to be worried, while hoping that Jack would take the bait.

"I've got nude pictures of Madison fucking Mike," Jack pronounced triumphantly. "They'll show that Madison is an adulteress, a slut, and an unfit mother. I'll send them to all your family and friends. I'll post them on social media and plaster them all over the media. I could even use them to take custody of Lilly from you. I'll use them to ruin you, Madison!"

Madison looked at Jack with hatred and said flatly, "Go ahead. Do it and see what happens."

Jack blustered, "I.. I... I will. I'll use them to ruin you if I have to."

"No, you won't." Madison snapped. "You see, we know the photos are fake."

Jack paled and whispered, "You could never prove that, Madison."

Liza spoke up instead of Madison, saying, "She may not be able to prove it, Jack, but I can. You see, I found the guy in the IT department at the firm who helped you make those photos, and he confessed that he used the firm's AI software and hardware to create fake nude photos of your soon-to-be ex-wife screwing Mike. The IT guy said he did it because you paid him $5,000 and gave him a set of the photos. I've already got an affidavit from him.

"You're the hot-shot lawyer, Jack," I said, twisting the knife. "Don't you know that threatening to distribute fake nude photos of your spouse and others is 'revenge porn,' and that's a felony in this state? And threatening to blackmail us- that's another felony. Those are ethical violations too, aren't they? And accusing Madison and me of being adulterers is slander and defamation, right? I'm no lawyer, but you're looking at being sued, disbarred, and possibly prosecuted."

"It'll be your word against mine," snarled Jack. "Who's going to believe the word of a vindictive ex-wife and her family?"

"No, Jack," I explained. "It'll be your words. Here's a recording of everything you just admitted." I said, turning over my phone to show the recording app.

"That recording will never be admissible in court." Jack smiled, trying to regain his swagger. "You recorded it without my consent."

"Even if it's not admissible in court," I said with a cocky grin. "I think the police and your partners will be interested in listening to it."

"You think you are untouchable." Mad snarled, hate dripping from her voice. "You thought you could just toss me aside and steal Liza from Mike without any regard for the consequences or the devastation you left behind. You thought you could do that because you're a predator, and that's what predators do--they move from prey to prey. But you picked the wrong prey this time, and now you're going to pay."

With that, Madison stepped up to Jack and punched his face as hard as she could. She broke his nose with a squishy crack, and blood spurted down his face and onto his chest. Jack covered his nose with his hands. Mad screamed at him, "You fucking asshole, you had a family; you had me; and you threw it away. So you're going to pay."

I took Madison by the shoulders and moved her away from Jack and handed her to Cassie and Sylvia. I put Liza behind me, and she put her arms around me so I wouldn't hit Jack either. He was holding his face, trying to stop the bleeding.

Instead, I told Jack, "You're going to pay Madison every penny she's asking for. You defrauded Liza and defamed me when you lured her away with your lies about me having affairs with Madison and Cassie. You abused your position at the firm to get Liza, your subordinate, to leave me and go along with your plot against Madison. We could sue you and the firm for those things. I don't think you, your partners at the firm, or your clients would be too happy with you if we did that."

Jack noticeably grew angrier, but he didn't argue with me, so I went on. "And when Liza didn't believe you and demanded proof that I was having affairs with Madison and Cassie, you went too far. You created and showed her fake photos of me having sex with Madison and Cassie. You had those fake photos created using your firm computer and firm-owned artificial intelligence software, didn't you?. Liza and I know the fakes are on your firm computer system. It's a crime to create and distribute fake AI-created nude images of others without their knowledge or consent, isn't it? It's called revenge porn, right? And you also violated attorney ethical rules. You could be disbarred for that, right?

Jack looked at us with hatred as he kept trying to stop the bleeding from his nose.

"You've got two choices. Either you sign the divorce agreement and pay every cent you owe, or you get sued, disbarred, and probably prosecuted." I told Jack as I handed him the papers he needed to sign.

"Oh, and there's one more thing you need to do." He looked at me with exasperation, so I told him, "You need to leave the firm."

Jack replied sarcastically, "How am I supposed to pay all this alimony and child support if I don't have a job?"

"You're a hot shot attorney." I said, "You'll find another position in no time. You just won't be at the firm with Liza."

"I'll need at least a month to change firms," he wheedled.

"You've got until tomorrow to resign and leave." I stated with finality. "Take it or leave it and see what happens."

"Fuck! You're going to destroy me, or I'm going to be destitute. Either way, I lose." Jack whined, but he signed all of Madison's papers and turned to leave. At the door, he stopped and looked back at us. "Liza," he said. "Please..."

"Just get the fuck out." Madison, Liza, and I all said at the same time. With that, Jack glared at us one more, then shook his head and walked out the door without another word.

We looked at each other and smiled tiredly, unable to believe that the nightmare with Jack was finally over.

After a few minutes of us looking at each other, Cassie asked, "So, what comes next?"

Liza tried to lighten the mood and said to Madison and Cassie, "I want to discuss you two sleeping with my husband while I was gone. But Cassie replied, "That's what you get for running off and divorcing him."

Madison looked at Liza and said, "You and I are going to have a long talk about you running off with my husband, even if he is an asshole."

I then told Liza, "And we are going to need our own serious discussion, and maybe some counseling about you running off with that asshole, filing for divorce, and then living with him for two weeks, all without talking to me. We have to see if we still have a marriage to come back to."

Liza just hung her head and nodded.

Then Sylvia said, "Why don't we table those discussions for now? What do you say, we sit down and have Sunday night dinner together?" So we did.

Chapter 6: Sylvia

A week after the confrontation with Jack, I again stood alone in the man-cave that had formerly been my living room. I still had not let Liza move back home and, the last I heard, she was staying in her old room at her mom's house. Right then, I was talking with Sylvia on my phone.

"Mike Nelson," Sylvia said with a smile in her voice. "One of my favorite people. You're still coming over for dinner tonight, aren't you?"

"Of course, I am. I wouldn't miss it for the world." I replied with a smile appearing on my face. "I am just calling to see if you need me to bring anything."

"Just bring yourself, sweetheart," Sylvia said with a voice full of warm honey. "I've got something special prepared for you tonight. I think you're going to love it. At least, I hope so."

"Sounds wonderful, Sylvia. I'll see you at 6:30." I enthused. After the call, I stood there thinking about Sylvia. Even in her mid-fifties, she was a timeless beauty. I couldn't wait to see her gorgeous face and an incredibly sexy body again. Her daughters were all beautiful, each in their own way, but Sylvia's sparkling green eyes, light brown hair, and large, full breasts were a total turn-on for me. At 6:25 pm that night, I could not wait any longer and nervously rang her doorbell.

Sylvia answered the door with a radiant smile, wearing a flowery sundress and an apron. "Come in, Mike. You didn't need to ring the bell. You're welcome to come in anytime."

I followed Sylvia into the kitchen. The house was quiet. "Uh, Sylvia," I asked, "Where is everyone? Aren't the girls joining us?"

"Nope. I sent them all out for the night. So, it's just going to be the two of us tonight. I hope that's okay?" Sylvia answered coyly with a searching smile as she handed me a bottle of wine to open.

"That's fine," I replied, opening the bottle and pouring us a glass of wine. "More for the two of us."

After we took a sip, looking at each other over the rim of our wine glasses, Sylvia took off her apron. I tried not to stare at Sylvia in her sundress, but it wasn't easy. The dress hugged her curves, and she clearly was not wearing a bra because her erect nipples were visibly poking against the fabric of the dress.

I swallowed and managed to say, "Wow, Sylvia, you look stunning in that dress."

"This old thing?" she smirked, giving me a twirl in the dress and showing off her long legs and luscious ass.

Sylvia smiled at me as she took another sip of her wine. Then, her expression changed, and she gave me an obviously fake glare and said, "I've got a bone to pick with you."

"Wha... what do you mean, Sylvia?" I asked, confused by the sudden shift in the conversation.

'Look here, Mike." Sylvia said, wagging her finger at me. "I know you are screwing my daughters. ALL my daughters."

"Whoa! I mean, what do you...?" I stalled.

"Don't try to deny it, Mike." She asserted sternly.

Deciding that lying and stalling weren't going to help me, I just nodded and asked, "Ok. How did you find out?"

Sylvia smirked and said, "It didn't take a rocket scientist. One look at Madison and anyone could tell she has been glowing and happier than she has ever been since that so-and-so Jack Hanson ran off with "Liza. And I'll bet that I even know what day it was. It was that day I sent her over to your house while I took Lilly to the zoo, wasn't it?"

I just nodded again. So, Sylvia went on. "And Cassie. She's been walking around smiling like a cat that got into the cream ever since you helped her with her OnlyFans page. Cassie looks satisfied lately, and I don't see that look on her face very often. I just put two and two together, and they added up to YOU."

I felt my face redden as I nodded once more, unable to look Sylvia in the eye.

But Sylvia was not done. "Let's not forget Elizabeth," she announced, looking at me accusingly.

I looked up at her in surprise. I had figured that there was no way anyone would know that Liza and I had fucked recently. "How? How do you know about that?" I stammered.

Sylvia smiled at me, proud of herself. "I saw Elizabeth pull up to your house the other day... and she came out of your house a couple of hours later with that fresh-fucked look on her face," Sylvia added with a smirk.

"Sylvia, I've never heard you use such language," I said, stalling for time because I was ashamed to admit to Sylvia that I had fucked all of her daughters.

"Well, it's true, isn't it?" Sylvia asserted, hands on her hips, looking at me sternly. "Elizabeth had been freshly fucked, wasn't she?"

I nodded again in defeat, but Sylvia still was not finished. "So what's the deal, Mike?" She asked, looking into my eyes with a sly smile.

"What do you mean, Sylvia?"

Sylvia sighed deeply as if she had to explain something obvious. "What I mean, Mike, is that you are screwing ALL my daughters, but what about me?"

"What about you, Sylvia?" I asked, still not getting it.

"You're screwing all my daughters, so when do I get some of that, Mike? When are you going to fuck me? Don't you want me? You stare at my body whenever you think I'm not looking, don't you?" She asked, running her hands from her hips up her body to cup her big, bountiful breasts that were threatening to pop out of her dress.

My brain short-circuited for a second, but I looked at Sylvia with a huge smile on my face. "Sylvia," I said, "I would LOVE to fuck you."

"Good. It's settled then." She said, nodding her head firmly.

I didn't wait any longer. I grabbed her in my arms and kissed her deeply, my tongue searching for hers immediately. She threw her arms around my neck, mashing her juicy lips against mine while her tongue swirled and danced around mine. Her hips ground up on my groin and her bountiful breasts pressed on my chest. We shared a sweet, hot, open-mouthed kiss so unlike any other I have ever had with Sylvia.

She slid her hand down to my crotch and squeezed my rapidly engorging cock. "I want you, Mike. I do. I really, really do." Her hand slipped inside my pants and squeezed again, and she laughed with delight. "I knew it, Mike. From the way you fucked all my daughters, I knew you'd be big, but I didn't think you'd be this big." She giggled against my lips.

Sylvia's fingers gripped my cock, slowly stroking it up and down. "I'm going to have so much fun trying to handle this big... no, huge cock. I just want you to pound me tonight. I want you to fuck me into the mattress. I'm not going to be a goody-two-shoes mom. I'm going to be your personal slut."

Sylvia sexily leaned in and whispered in my ear. "Will you fuck me all night long? Because that's what I want."

I kissed her hungrily, and she responded with a hunger of her own. She moaned into my mouth, tongue dancing with mine as we tugged at each other's clothes, needing to feel our skin against skin. While she deftly undid my pants, I all but tore her dress from her body, leaving her clad in only high-waisted black lace panties, a matching skimpy bra that struggled to contain her heaving tits, and five-inch black high heels.

While I stripped away her bra and panties, I marveled at the perfection of her body. As she crushed herself to me, her large, full breasts filled my hands, her hard, dark nipples pressing into my palms. I couldn't resist rolling her nipples between my fingers, pulling and pinching them. Sylvia moaned, "Harder," and I obliged, turning her moan into a loud, wordless groan.

I licked her neck, tasting sugar, coconut, and sweat, but I didn't stay there long. My lips replaced one of my palms, suckling at one of her nipples as she ran her fingers through my hair. "Mmmm, Mike... was cut short by a gasp, then a giggle as I nipped at her nipples. "So mean," she whimpered until my free hand moved lower, parting her lower lips and finding them slick with her juices.

Sylvia pushed me back and pulled off the rest of my clothes, while my fingers remained where they were, caressing the soft, wet lips of her pussy. We were in a hurry, even though we had all night, or at least until someone else came home.

She had the hips and abdomen of a woman who had given birth to three children, round and firm, yet soft to the touch. My mouth soon followed my hands, as I nipped and tongued her belly button, causing her to giggle and squirm.

She cried out triumphantly when she finally pulled off the rest of my clothes, except my boxers.

Her eyes lit up when she saw me standing before her nearly naked. Her beautifully manicured fingers traced the outline of my shaft before she tugged at my boxers, almost tearing them from my body. She wrapped her hand around my cock as she whispered, almost to herself, "Fuck, that's a big cock." She looked up at me with a sexy grin. "Oh, we're going to have lots of fun, aren't we?"

Sylvia laughed and squealed when I scooped her up and laid her down on her back on the kitchen table. "Not even going to take me out to dinner. Why, that's just rude... oh, oh!" Her snarky comment gave way to an excited gasp when the tip of my tongue probed her sopping slit and then was replaced by a happy sigh of "Oooooh, fuck, that's soooo nice" as I slid my tongue up her labia lips and around her swollen clit. I looked up her body and her eyes locked on mine, and a sultry grin appeared. "Is this our first course?"

Sylvia lay back on the table and spread her legs wide for me. I knelt between them and smelt her arousal. Her bright green eyes shone with delighted anticipation.

I thought about teasing her, kissing my way up her thighs, licking gently at her mound, but today, I was going to ravage this beautiful woman for the first time. Her musky scent enveloped me as I dipped my face towards her pink, trimmed pussy. I was desperate to taste her, and she was desperate for my tongue.

Her fingers gripped my hair as I thrust my tongue between her engorged labia and deep inside her. Her soft sighs and excited gasps were what I wanted to hear. I gripped her ass with my hands, holding her in place, not wanting ever to let her get away from me. I feasted on the sweet juices that flowed from this succulent brown-haired goddess.

"Oh, fuck, Mike!" As my tongue moved to lash at her clit, I felt her begin to tremble. I increased my efforts, and her moans rang out louder and louder until they were cut off with a strangled gasp and a sudden spasming of her body. She tensed for just a few erotic moments before she howled as her first climax of the night roared through her. I laughed, the vibrations causing her to jump and plead, as I continued. "Please! No, I--I" But we both knew I wouldn't stop. I loved what we were doing; we both did, and I continued to use my tongue, mouth, and fingers to suck her into another intense orgasm that caused her to spasm, buck her hips, and arch her ass off the table as she ground her pussy into my face. I kept licking and sucking, wanting to see how many times I could get her to orgasm before she went limp and pushed me away.

I held her as she trembled and moaned, kissing her gently on her mound and loosening my hold of her thighs. Her voice was little more than a whisper, "You know that I can't give this up, right?"

While Sylvia's thighs were still trembling, I stood up, and she gave an excited gasp when the head of cock slid up and down the entrance of her pussy. She then gave a happy cry of "Ooooh, fuck, that's a big cock" as I pushed into her in several smooth motions one inch at a time, letting her adjust to my girth.

When I reached halfway, I rolled my hips, then pulled out and shoved harder back in, drawing a little surprised yelp out of her, as well as a happy smile. "Does that mean we're finally going to fuck?' I asked. "That's what you want, isn't it?"

When I started to pull out to tease her, Sylvia's legs wrapped around my back, pulling me hard into her once more. "Oh fuck, yeah it is," she moaned. "I've been waiting so long for you to actually fuck m--oh--oh, shit!"

I drove my cock fast and hard into her. She wrapped her gorgeous legs even tighter around me, to encourage me to pound her relentlessly, not that I needed any added incentive.

At first, Sylvia watched me with wide eyes, occasionally closing them to savor the feelings, biting her lip and moaning as she did. Her hands brushed up and down my torso, fingers playing across my abs or, sometimes, gripping my forearms as she fucked back up at me.

Later, though, her hands came up to her breasts, pinching and pulling at her nipples, her manicured fingernails leaving little crescent -shaped indentations in her hard nipples. When my hips pistoned harder into her, spurred on by her lewd display, she laughed and made a show of bringing her breast to her lips and sucking avidly at her nipple, as her eyes sparkled at my reaction.

Sylvia wasn't as tight as Cassie or Mad, but she had an incredible control of her internal muscles. I wanted to fuck her all night, but her talented pussy massaged my cock in ways I'd never experienced, making that a tougher task than I ever imagined.

Her playful laughter disappeared as we fucked, and was replaced with "Fuck, Mike, fuck, fuck, God, your cock, I need it! Fuck me hard, oh God, harder, baby, like that, just like that. So good. Sooo good. Oh fuck, oh FUCK!"

When she came, each time she came, those well-trained pussy muscles felt like they might rip my dick off. After the three mind-blowing orgasms, each punctuated by loud cries of joy and pleasure, Sylvia began to tire. "Don't... oh fuck... don't you ever cum?"

I laughed, totally caught up in that moment. I grabbed her legs more firmly so that her ass lay on the edge of the table, and I jammed my soaking cock back into the hot depths of her pussy. "Yeah, fuck," Sylvia panted, "So good! God, you're so goddamned good!"

I continued to brutally slam into her as her pussy started to flutter and clamp on my cock in the same way it had each time she neared orgasm. "P-p-please, Mike, please, fill me up! I want to feel it so bad. I want your cum in me so bad!" Her body bucked and quaked up off the table as she came once more, and within a few more slamming strokes, I joined her, spurting my cum for the first time into the mature woman I had loved for so many years.

My beautiful lover slumped back down on the table. She reached up to slide her hand along the side of my torso with a sweet caress. We didn't say a word, both of us panting, with me draped over her sweat-covered body, propped on my elbows. After several long moments, I sat back on one of her kitchen chairs, my cock slipping from her with a wet splat, and I pulled Sylvia onto my lap, our sweat and juices intermingling and her warm skin caressing mine. She kissed me tenderly and looked into my eyes, still stunningly beautiful even though her makeup was smeared and her mascara had run.

"Come with me." She took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom; her big fine ass swaying sexily. When we reached her bedroom, she pushed me onto the bed.

I laughed and said, "Oh no, you're not pushing me around!' With that, I stood up, lifted her in my arms, and threw her on the bed. She bounced once on the mattress with her legs splayed, and said in the sexiest voice I had ever heard, "Does that move work with my daughters?"

"Every time," I said with a big grin, and then I pounced on her.

I landed between her splayed legs with my face above the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen. Sylvia's pubic hair was neatly cut in a small triangle above bare labia lips that were already puffy and wet with anticipation of more fucking.

I crawled up alongside Sylvia and spooned up against her perfect ass until it was nestled against my crotch. My hand rested on the swell of her hip. I shifted forward, my erect cock pressing insistently against her soft ass.

I nuzzled into her neck, my lips sucking on her skin, tasting the salt of her sweat from our recent activities in the kitchen.

"Are you really still hard for me?" Sylvia purred, lifting her leg, making clear what she wanted my next move to be.

Guiding my cock between her legs, I felt how slick her pussy was. Sylvia obviously wanted more sex as much as I did. I felt her hand slide down her body to take over, putting my cock inside her, her heat and tightness once again amazing me, my length soon wrapped in her tight grip, my arm holding her breast tight and her hand over mine, squeezing each other. I started to thrust, fucking her from behind, her plump ass flexing with every thrust, my head nestled against her shoulder, her pussy walls so soft and sensuous on my length, my entire shaft caressed by her pussy. She made soft little whimpers and moans as we made love on our sides with me behind her, our bodies moving in a slow, steady rhythm.

I felt her free hand stroke down her stomach to her clit, her fingers moving in quick, little circles as I continued to thrust into her from behind. Her breathing became more ragged, her moans growing louder, her body starting to tremble. I could tell she was close, her fingers strumming her clit, her hips bucking back against me, meeting my every thrust.

Sylvia cried out, "Ooooh FUUUUUCCCKKK, and with a shuddering tremor, she came, her walls clamping down around my cock, squeezing me, her fingers still strumming her clit through her orgasm, drawing out her pleasure.

Her orgasm left my cock pulsing and throbbing, but I held off, having cum into her tight pussy downstairs in the kitchen. The two of us moaned together in the quiet, dim room. I held Sylvia close as she trembled through the aftershocks of her orgasm, my cock still impaling her, our bodies slick with fresh sweat, and our hearts pounding together.

Sylvia and I lay on the bed, our legs half under the sheets. Sylvia's heavy tits were exposed and pressed on top of each other as we sprawled on our sides, leaving me free to slowly stroke and grope her heavy wet breast with her nipples slowly becoming less erect under my palm. Sylvia's head lay back against my chest and one of her legs draped over mine. She looked back over her shoulder and gave me a long, languid kiss until we both heard the bedroom door opening.

Cassie poked her head in. She had her strawberry blond mane up in a ponytail. She wore no make-up, but she had a big smile on her face, and her blue eyes sparkled gleefully. And she was wearing only one of my old T-shirts with obviously nothing on underneath.

"You two kids having fun?" Cassie asked playfully.

I was in shock for a moment. Should I be embarrassed about Cassie finding me in bed with Sylvia? Should I jump up to leave? Why was Sylvia smiling at Cassie barging in on us?

But before I could do or say anything, Sylvia lifted her head from my chest and smiled at Cassie, making no effort to hide our equally naked bodies. "We sure are, sweetheart. Why don't you come in and join us?"

Sylvia looked back at me with a smile, but not in a way that asked for my permission.

I looked down at Sylvia's smiling face as she waited for me to process what was happening. "Wait, What?" I asked.

Sylvia laughed and patted my cheek, encouraging me to catch up with what was happening. "Oh honey, you are such a sweet man, but you are a guy, and guys can be oblivious sometimes."

"So, you're okay with Cassie...?" I asked Sylvia with a growing realization of just how loving the O'Grady family really was.

Sylvia nodded and giggled, so pleased that I finally got it. She looked deep in my eyes with a barely repressed gleeful smile. She reached up with her lips and drew me into a searingly passionate kiss that I never wanted to end.

Meanwhile, Cassie crept into Sylvia's bedroom and climbed up on the bed between my legs; my old t-shirt was stretched to maximum capacity by Cassie's huge breasts. Cassie was clearly bra-less as her erect nipples were visibly poking against the fabric of my t-shirt. The shirt barely covered Cassie's pussy, and there was no sign that she was wearing any panties. Cassie was barefoot, and her long legs flexed as she climbed onto the bed.

Cassie stripped off my t-shirt and slithered up my body until she straddled my hips, her face inches from mine. Her warm breath caressed my face. Cassie's eyes glittered with lust, and her smile was coy but confident.

Cassie pulled me forward by my shoulders, and our lips locked together in a soft-lipped kiss that was filled with longing and lust.

When Cassie ended our kiss, she gave me another quick peck on the lips to seal the deal, and then she turned to her mom. Sylvia grabbed Cassie by her ponytail and pulled her into a lip-locking, tongue-swirling lover's kiss that went far beyond any kiss that mothers and daughters usually shared. While their lips and tongues battled, Sylvia and Cassie caressed each other's backs lovingly.

I watched their embrace in wonder, thinking that I had never witnessed anything quite so erotic. When at last Cassie and Sylvia broke apart, they smiled at the look of wonder on my face.

Sylvia then scrambled naked further up the bed, displaying the long lines of her back, the swell of her hips, and the gorgeous globes of her ass, which I spanked, eliciting a giggle from her before she settled in behind me, so her tits pressed against my back and her arms wrapped around my chest. Sylvia's tongue licked my ear while Cassie and I smiled at each other.

I gently pulled back from Cassie and looked questioningly into her eyes. Cassie's smile grew wider, and she nodded. I turned back to Sylvia and asked, "Is this happening, Sylvia?"

Sylvia laughed teasingly, "What? You don't want Cassie to join us in our bed? Don't you want to fuck my beautiful, sexy daughter and me?"

To show me that things had been decided, Sylvia turned my head and gave me another tongue-filled kiss. Sylvia then leaned forward and locked Cassie into the same kind of kiss. I watched as Sylvia and Cassie's lips groped each other and their tongues swirled together with the familiarity of long-time lovers.

"Seriously?" I asked. "This is awesome!"

Sylvia and Cassie both laughed and rained kisses on my face and neck. "Don't worry, Mikey." Sylvia cooed. "You just sit back and relax. We are going to take good care of you."

While Sylvia was talking, Cassie had been grinding her ass against my crotch, reviving my rapidly growing cock.

Cassie shifted back and raised her hips. Sylvia reached down my body, grabbed the base of my cock, and positioned the head so Cassie could impale her hot wet pussy on my cock in one smooth stroke. "Ooooh, fuuuuck, Mike. I love how your fucking cock fills me up." Cassie moaned, and Sylvia laughed happily as Cassie's pussy engulfed my cock.

Sylvia then reached around me and twisted the fat nipples on Cassie's massive tits, causing Cassie to hiss with pleasure. Sylvia crooned, "I'll bet that feels good, doesn't it, baby girl?" I looked back questioningly at Sylvia because she and Cassie had obviously been talking about my last fuck session with Cassie, including our pillow talk and my pet name for Cassie. Sylvia giggled mischievously at my questioning look and merely kissed me reassuringly.

Cassie was rolling her hips on my cock with her head thrown back, her eyes closed, and her fingers gripping my shoulders. Sylvia was wrapped around me from behind, kissing my neck while she caressed and tweaked Cassie's amazingly huge tits.

That was when the bedroom door flew open again, this time with a slam. Cassie, Sylvia, and I looked over in surprise.

In the doorway stood Madison naked as the day she was born. Mad stalked into the room, hands on her hips and glowering angrily at the three of us in Sylvia's bed. Mad stalked up to the bed with her green eyes blazing and snarled. "You sluts started without me... AGAIN!"

Far from being shocked at Madison's entrance, like I was, Cassie just laughed and teased, "Sorry, sis. You snooze; you lose."

"Don't be angry, Madison," said Sylvia in her best mom voice. "We've reserved a great spot just for you. It's on Mike's face so he can eat your pussy. You know how good he is at that."

"Okay then," Madison huffed peevishly, mollified for the moment. Madison gave me a quick peck on my lips and said playfully, "Hi sweetie, I missed you."

Just for a moment, Madison paused and asked, "No Liza, huh? She's still in the doghouse and doesn't get to play? Serves her right, the stupid slut, for the way she treated Mike."

The last thing I heard as Madison's thighs bracketed my head and her pussy descended onto my face while Cassie still rolled her hips on my cock and Sylvia rubbed her big tits against my back was Sylvia laughing and saying, "Well, Mike, now you know why all of the O'Grady girls always come home to live with their mom!"

Epilogue

Six months later, Liza and I were still married, though it took some hard work and serious counseling; but Liza is three months pregnant. Sylvia, Madison, and Cassie still shared our bed whenever they wanted. Madison was talking about having another baby, only this time with me--she wants a half-brother or sister for Lilly.

When we joked with Cassie about settling down and getting pregnant too, she just laughed and said, "Eww. No way! I'm having too much fun with Mike and my OnlyFans page to have a baby." As for me, I knew I was some kind of fantasy, but I was so glad the O'Grady girls weren't my ex-in-laws.

THE END