Stepdaddy Discipline 07

Maureen had transitioned into her sapphic persona so quickly and voraciously that Cathy realised her latent desire must have always been there. She had seen this before at the sex parties: mature wives reluctantly joining sex parties at the behest of their husbands, timidly encouraged to kiss and explore other women, and then embracing the experience, unexpectedly finding their lesbian desires later in life.

Maureen had barely left Cathy's apartment, when Cathy received the first text message - she must still have been in the car; and from then it was a stream of affectionate, erotic glimpses into her thinking. This slightly matronly, reserved woman had become a kitten with a new toy; she wanted to discuss everything, talk about what had been most exciting (being ridden, pussy on pussy), when she had realised she wanted Cathy (at the restaurant), how beautiful Cathy was, how breathless the first kiss had left her, the intimacy of kissing Cathy's pussy lips. She frequently said she was in love, every message ending with a heart and a kiss.

Cathy was also transitioning: what had begun as a sexual adventure was suddenly, dangerously much deeper. She had never had an affair with a married partner - in a world of libertine excess it was one of the rules she had set for herself. But then came Maureen. Gorgeous, innocent, open, blonde, endearing Maureen: Cathy consumed every message on her phone, found herself daydreaming about Maureen's eyes, the music in her voice, and more lasciviously, how her hips moved when she walked, how her breasts had sagged just slightly when losing her brassiere and the wonderful, unexpectedly pale nipples that became erect at the first lick. Cathy had not been this infatuated since her teens, and each secretive liaison deepened this desire, and made everything more complex.

She declined to attend one sex party. Then another. Then another. She lay in bed imaging Maureen and herself together and then, frustratingly, imagining Maureen having sex with Dan. She was on the outside of a marriage, frustrated by the yearning to have Maureen for herself, and the realisation that she must protect Maureen by keeping this secret, or possibly lose everything. She begged Maureen to be careful, protecting her phone so that their secret was not exposed.

For her part, Maureen lived between guilt and need: unable to conceive of hurting Dan; unwilling to lose Cathy. Each kiss was a stolen moment to be remembered; each farewell another small heartbreak. The situation was unsustainable, but Cathy felt she could not make unfair demands, and Maureen seemed incapable of reconciling the conflicts between what she had, and what she wanted.

Surprisingly, it was Dan that unknowingly addressed the issue. Over dinner on a Friday he suddenly stated to Maureen, with his usual forthrightness, "You've been out a lot, recently. And there's something changed about you. Should I be worried?"

The question so surprised Maureen that she started, hoping her guilt was not apparent. "No," she responded tremulously. "Everything's fine."

"You sure?" There was an edge to his voice. "You know I'd kill any bastard that touched you."

This put a different complexion on the matter. "I've run into an old school friend. We've been spending some time together."

"A girl?"

She nodded.

"Married?"

"No. She's always been single."

"What's her name, then?"

"Cathy."

He paused as if contemplating the truth in Maureen's responses. "Well, then. Invite her over. It will be good to meet your old friend."

The matter could have ended there, but Maureen knew it wouldn't. Dan was clearly suspicious that she had been meeting a man, and would remain so until it was disproven. Cathy would have to be produced if his suspicions were to be allayed.

Cathy, however, was aghast when she saw the text message explaining the situation. There was a feverish exchange of messages: Cathy was being pulled unfairly into their relationship; Maureen needed help; Dan would realise; he just needed some reassurance; they had spoken about how aggressive he could be; he had never raised a hand to a woman; he spanked Maureen often; that was just sex; everything could be exposed.

In the end, Cathy realised, there was nothing to be done here: if she wanted to continue seeing Maureen (and she could no longer imagine a life without her) she would have to play out this pantomime. She was usually not one to be intimidated, but it was not usual for her to be in a complex affair of the heart.

The more she ruminated over the issue, the more she realised that something more must be done. What were the options? Three, really. One: break it off with Maureen entirely. That was too emotionally costly an option. Two: attempt to comfort Dan's concerns and then continue in secret. This seemed unsustainable - living a secret life was difficult already, and probably impossible now that he knew something was happening. Or three: brazen it out, and come to an accommodation.

Maureen would not consider the third option. She begged Cathy not to expose her, but by the Saturday that Cathy was scheduled to come for dinner they had not agreed on a course of action. Maureen greeted her at the door with a pleading in her eyes. She could not remember ever feeling so stressed: terrified that her affair with Cathy would come out into the open and how Dan would react; while having to pretend that everything was normal.

This was the first meeting between Cathy and Dan. He was immediately struck by how vivacious this red haired woman was, and eyed her with a lascivious glint in his eye.

"Maureen didn't tell me how beautiful you are! Maureen - you shouldn't keep these things secret!"

"Well thank you!", responded Cathy. "I've heard so much about you."

"Don't believe a word of it!", he roared.

Cathy saw a rough, large man, big calloused hands, heavy forehead and brows, but attractive nonetheless with a firm jaw and muscular frame. She could easily imagine how trivial it would be for him to pull the much smaller Maureen across his lap and deliver resounding spanks; how little possibility there would be for Maureen to prevent it. Or herself, for that matter. And the size of his hands - remembering the common view of the relationship between hands and manhood.

Dan had the manner of an amiable interrogator, using a friendly conversation to ask difficult questions, or passively allude to possibilities. He wanted to know all about the women's school friendship, which had been very limited. And so the women's stories tripped over each other, and while he continued in this vein for a while, he realised quite quickly that there was more happening than a friendship between two old friends. Cathy was covering up for Maureen, clearly, who was so tense (and so poor an actress) that she revealed the duplicity with almost every sentence.

After an hour of this, everyone at the table realised that Dan was unconvinced and, although short tempered, was holding his anger in. He finally leaned back in his chair and stated it bluntly. "What's really going on? I'll not be having you lie to my face in my own home. Maureen: you're having an affair aren't you?"

Maureen, crestfallen, said nothing but looked at her plate.

"Answer me!", he bellowed.

She nodded almost imperceptibly, and he turned to Cathy. "And you're helping her cover up for it with this pretend friendship!"

He was very intimidating at this point, but Cathy stared directly into his eyes. "It's not like that", she replied as calmly as she could.

"No? Then how is it?"

Cathy Drew in a deep breath. This was the Rubicon, and crossing it frightened her, but there could be no backing down now. She pushed her chair back, stood up slowly, walked to Maureen, placed her palm on Maureen's cheek, raised Maureen's face, and kissed her tenderly. Maureen, as she had done a hundred times or move instinctively kissed back, to Dan's bewilderment.

He leaned forward, taking directly to Maureen. "What the fuck! So you've gone all lesbian now, have you? Behind my back?"

"She did it for you", responded Cathy, standing back up. "She did it because she realised the thought excited you. She loves you that much."

Dan was bewildered. An affair with a man - well, not many men would have stood up to the beating he would deliver. But he was a traditionalist at heart: you could spank your wife in foreplay or discipline, but he would otherwise never raise a hand to a woman, even one as forthright as Cathy.

And Maureen had done this for him? Damn it, the thought of lesbians did excite him. It excited every straight man, didn't it? But Maureen? Fuck it - she was as straight and traditional as any woman he had ever known. Was their sex life not enough for her? His own wife?

He spoke softly now, to Maureen. "Is it just sex, or more?"

Maureen had turned her face away, seemingly unable to respond.

"Is it just sex or do you love her?!"

The tension in the now silent room was palatable. Cathy moved back to her chair and sat down. When Maureen finally spoke, there was a new determination in her voice. "I love Cathy. And I love you. And I'm not prepared to lose either of you."

It stung Dan as if he had been slapped. He stood up with a roar and walked out of the house, leaving the now muted women alone. "That was brave", comforted Cathy, holding Maureen's trembling hands.

Dan stayed away for well over an hour. By the time he returned, the women had cleaned up the dinner table, and were waiting tensely with a wine bottle open between them. He recognised a tangible shift: it appeared as if this discussion with Maureen would not just be between husband and wife, but would include Cathy. However, his anger had dissipated somewhat. God knows, he was not a perfect husband. In his more honest moments he could understand Maureen needing more affection than he provided. And while he happily, pleasurably spanked her, he loved her, damn it. He didn't fully understand why she would need this now, how she had so dramatically shifted her sexuality, or how she had become so courageous; and while the nature of their future relationship was suddenly opaque he sensed that compromise was necessary if he was to hold on to her.

He sat at the table. Silence weighed down on them all, the tension of matters in the balance. "When did this start?"

It was Cathy that responded. "About two months ago."

"And how often?"

"When we can. Maybe a couple of times per week."

"Are you the male in the relationship?"

"It doesn't work like that."

"Well how does it work, then?"

"Does it matter?"

He paused. "I suppose not. What happens now?"

Maureen finally looked at her husband. "If you let me continue, nothing has to change between us."

"Everything has changed between us. You want me to ignore that my wife is fucking a woman every chance she gets?" He seemed lost in thought.

"I give you my word", began Cathy, but he cut her short.

"Your word? When you came into my house as a guest and tried to lie to me? When you seduced my wife and fucked up my life? No. If this continues it's on my terms." At this point he was acting out of anger, and saying whatever sprang to mind.

"Which are...?"

"If you get to fuck Cathy, so do I. You can fuck in private, but you are also going to fuck in front of me, doing what I say, when I say it." The idea visibly shocked Maureen, but Cathy had experienced similar demands made of wives by husbands at the sex parties. She leaned across to Maureen and the women conferred quietly.

"And what if we don't?"

He started directly at Maureen now. "Then I will consider this marriage at an end. Do you understand me?"

Maureen's worst fears were realised: Dan knew what was happening; he was threatening to leave, even blackmailing Cathy and her into sex. She looked at Cathy, who nodded slightly in agreement.

It was an unexpected development for Cathy, and God knows there would be complexities in this arrangement - but it would allow her affair with Maureen to continue. It could even be easier, if it was in the open. And she was still enough of a libertine to consider that it may even be enjoyable.

Dan had spoken without thinking, but watching the two women, both beautiful in different ways, seeing them reach an agreement, he suddenly felt a surge of confidence. It had felt as if Cathy had taken everything away from him, but he had turned it: he was in control again.

Cathy had the insight to understand that Dan felt cuckolded, needed to restore his dominant manhood, and extinguish his anger. He was not the brightest of men. She had also been sexually obedient often enough to know that dominance is usually given by the submissive. If he needed this, she would comply. For Maureen.

He leaned back in his chair. "Well, if you enjoy fucking each other so much, then fuck. Let me see." Acerbic, calculated to both dominate and humiliate. Maureen had seen him like this occasionally, and was aware that a hard spanking was probably coming her way. She had also never had an audience when making love and was uncomfortable with the notion.

Cathy, however, took control of the moment: she held Maureen's hand, then stood to take her away from the table. "Not here", she said to Dan. "In the lounge."

Dan followed the women to the next room. My God, Cathy had a sweet tight ass - completely different to Maureen's mature rump. She needed a good fucking and he was the man to do it.

The women sat on the settee, Maureen glancing uncomfortably at Dan as Cathy began to kiss her, sweet, slow, long kisses on her mouth, her cheeks, her eyes, hands in her hair until she moaned gently at Cathy's touch.

Dan, sitting watching from his chair cleared his throat. He was becoming impatient. "Stand up!", he barked. "Undress each other." He was impatient to see this red-haired slut naked, those big tits, her sweet little cunt.

Maureen was clearly reluctant to undress her lover in front of her husband; she barely moved as Cathy stripped off her clothing until, as her panties were lowered, she was the only one naked, perversely covering her pussy with one hand as if Dan and Cathy had not both seen it many times.

Cathy, sensing Maureen's reluctance, turned defiantly to face Dan, and began to disrobe. Her eyes were transfixed on his as she removed blouse and skirt, unclipped brassiere and cast it aside then, with thumbs inside the elastic of her transparent panties, pushed them down so he could view her womanhood for the first time. She wore only thigh-high elasticised pantyhose and shoes now, enhancing her nakedness.

Fuck, she was everything he'd imagined. Larger tits than Maureen, but still firm, with dark nipples and a dusting of freckles. Flat belly. Red, almost transparent hair unable to hide her immature cunt, almost just a slit, lips slightly parted so labia could barely be seen. His cock was already rock hard at the sight.

"Come here", he demanded. "Stand in front of me."

Fuck it was erotic being able to command them. The two women obediently walked over to him as commanded, but his attention was solely on Cathy, leaning forward to examine her pussy, rubbing the back of his index finger across the lips then gently pushing them open. Maureen watched her husband exploring her lover with a raft of confusing emotions: shame, jealousy and a humiliating tingle of lust at the insanity of the spectacle. Cathy made no move to stop him, allowing him the freedom to touch, to look without constraint while she put her hands behind her back.

They were all breathing more deeply now, Cathy tilting her head to rest against Maureen's cheek as he ran a finger between the lips, just catching the nerve endings of her clitoris for the first time, and her hips jerked in response. My God he felt powerful, beginning to finger Cathy with his left hand, then reaching out to do the same to Maureen with his right. Commanding two women at once, feeling both become moist at his touch. Such different pussies on the two women: Maureen mature and open, Cathy still like a teenager.

"Kiss", he commanded, and the two women turned their heads, difficult to embrace while his hands were between their thighs, and pressed lips together. "Properly! Like fucking lesbians!" Mouths open, tongues searching, both gasping occasionally as he found a sensitive nerve. "You'll be needing some cock after this!"

And then suddenly he pulled his hands away, pushed them to turn around so he could look at their asses. "Bend over!", he continued. Maureen had experienced this from Dan before, but was embarrassed that Cathy should be exposed to it; but Cathy complied without hesitation. She was submitting to him because she wanted to; because it would keep Maureen in her life; because this was a relief from the tension of the past hours; because she was a submissive at heart.

Maureen's thighs partly hid her pussy, but Cathy was thin enough so that it hung down clearly visible. He grunted softly, pulling her bottom open and softly rotating around her pink nub with his thumb. Fuck, this bitch was getting to him - so fucking sexy how she did whatever he wanted. Maureen wanted to comfort Cathy, but glancing across she saw no shame on her lover's face.

"You'll be wanting to lick one another, won't you? Get a little lesbian lick in?" He had stopped caressing Cathy's anus and suddenly slapped her bottom hard, then Maureen's, standing up so he could wield his hand more aggressively. "You'll stay bent over! You hear me?" And so Cathy received her first thrashing from Dan, holding Maureen's hand as he spanked them without mercy, until each slap caused a gasp from one or the other.

He stopped, eventually. "You can comfort each other now", he stated. The women hugged, then caressed one another's bottoms to alleviate the sting. It was only after a moment that they realised Dan had left and returned, and Maureen recognised the camera in his hand. "Now get licking", he ordered. "On the carpet. You first, Maureen. I want to see my wife eating pussy like she says she does."

The women shared a glance, then Cathy went down into the carpet, gingerly resting her red, still sensitive ass, then lying back and opening her legs. Her cunt was suffused with blood, open with want, clitoris erect and visible to his first photograph, and then Maureen went onto her knees, lowered herself, face between Cathy's legs. "Look at me!", he barked, and she turned so that he photographed her face and Cathy's pussy together. Then she turned back and softly licked between Cathy's lips.

He could have fucked then both then and there: he was so hard that he felt his heart pounding in his cock. But he sat back, watching the woman he loved, the conservative mother, eating her lover like a slut, Cathy sighing in pleasure, legs trembling occasionally. He was going to fuck Cathy in front of Maureen, teach her to cheat on him. Make her lick, make her suck, deny her relief.

He could take it no longer. He lowered his trousers and underwear, sat back on his chair and instructed the women to crawl over and go on their knees in front of him. Fuck it was exciting watching them, the globes of their asses moving as they did so. He held both by the hair, then pulled Cathy onto his cock, holding Maureen so she had to watch her lover sucking her husband, licking him, watch him run his manhood across Cathy's face, see her lick up a slight seeping of precum. Only then did he draw Maureen in, and the two women orally shared his cock, while he took pictures for posterity.

Cathy was accustomed to regular, adventurous, unattached sex; but since the first tryst with Maureen she had not been with any men. She loved men. She loved the masculine virility of an erect cock; to admire it, to touch it, kiss it, suckle it; to take it to the edge and hold back; to be filled by it. Dan was not the largest man she had been with, but she wanted him inside her. She was wet with want, sucking him, then passing him to Maureen, watching her, kissing her with the cock between their lips.

Maureen had never shared a man before, let alone her husband; Cathy was taking the lead, controlling both her actions and Dan's level of excitement. And yet, of everything she could be feeling, there was no jealousy; rather a curious sense of sisterhood, as if Cathy was affectionately and lustily guiding her, showing her when to tease the tip with her tongue, when to go underneath and lick and when to fully absorb him; and then take him out of her mouth and kiss Maureen full on the lips, knowing from his groans that Dan was overwhelmed by lust, especially when she bent further down and suckled Maureen's nipple.

He could contain himself no longer. "Come onto my cock", he moaned, and Cathy stood, faced away from him, then lowered herself, Maureen guiding his manhood into her pussy. He barely moved as she rode him, repeatedly lifting off then plunging herself onto him, hips rotating, Maureen fascinated, watching intimately, unsure what to do until Cathy took her hand and pulled it onto her cunt to tease her clitoris as she fucked. Maureen stood alongside her now, leaning in to kiss her, vicariously sharing her ecstasy, until Dan groaned and expelled his seed into her, and feeling it inside her Cathy orgasmed with a desperate cry, pulling Maureen towards her and kissing her fiercely.

The couple were breathing heavily, satiated for the moment; but Maureen needed release: watching her husband fucking her lover, seeing them orgasm so violently had left her aching with want. Cathy raised herself from Dan, holding his seed in as it seeped out of her open pussy lips, and he was semi flaccid, spent for the moment. But Maureen wanted him: she needed assurance and wanted cock. She went to her knees and again took him into her mouth, tasting Cathy on his manhood.

Cathy understood that Maureen needed to be with her husband; she moved to a separate chair, legs open, touching herself as she watched Maureen exciting Dan until he hardened again. He finally whispered: "Go lick Cathy again." She crawled across, pulled Cathy's hips forward and continued tasting her pussy, realising that Dan had come up behind her, on his knees, hands grasping her breasts as he penetrated her from behind.

It was in that moment that Maureen finally felt assured: her lover against her mouth, her husband inside her; a realisation that this had somehow, incredibly worked out; it was going to be alright; her pussy spasmed at the thrill and she exploded, pressing back against Dan's cock, sucking Cathy's clitoris until all three were spent, and each fell back to catch their breath.

He finally spoke to Cathy. "You're not just a lesbian, are you?"

She laughed loudly in relief. "No. I'm not just lesbian."

He turned to his wife. "You minx!", he said; but it was affectionately done, and she instinctively crawled up and curled into his shoulder as he slapped her ass gently. Cathy watched, husband and wife in an affectionate post coital embrace, as it should be; until Dan gestured for her to join.

She expected to lie alongside Maureen but he took her wrist and pulled her alongside himself, so he lay between the two women, then whispered that they should kiss. Their lips met in front of him, and then somehow in the midst of the embrace Cathy realised that he was kissing as well, that her lips were on his as much as Maureen. He was a rough bugger, yes; but there was a wary affection here. Maybe, just maybe this could work.

"You'll be staying the night?" he queried. Cathy looked at Maureen, and she had never felt such love from this woman.

"I will. As many nights as we need."