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*** We pick up the morning after Chapter 4 ends. ***
Brent woke up feeling well rested. Even better, he had absolutely no regrets about last night. His first time kissing Katie had been so incredible. Not to mention that he had made her cum twice without even putting his dick in her. He admitted to himself that the whirring vibrator in her pussy had played some role, but he was still pleased with how far he had gotten so quickly with his formerly innocent daughter. Plus the little vibrating egg had been his idea. He rolled out of bed feeling like a kid again. His morning wood still at full attention as memories of Becky’s tight pussy wrapping around his dick also played through his head. His own daughters letting him do whatever he wanted was so dirty and kinky that he thought he would stay hard for days just thinking about it. Brent marveled at how incredible his daughters were, each so sexy in their own way. While he brushed his teeth, he decided that he would not be waiting for Kat to leave town to fuck Katie or to have Becky again. He might even just pull them out of class one day if that was what it took to get them alone.
In the privacy of his bathroom, Brent checked his burner. It looked like Becky had texted him late last night. He kept the phone locked and on silent whenever practical which is why the texts hadn’t awakened him. So far, Kat had not noticed the extra phone. He had intentionally picked a burner that looked pretty close to his work cell and he had put it in a matching case. As long as she didn’t see all three at the same time, she probably wouldn’t ever notice.
Brent smiled as he read through the series of new messages:
– OMG dad! Can’t stop thinking about you.
– Long talk with sis after you guys were asleep.
– Give you details later, but she loved what you were doing. Sad that she woke mom up. She wants that D.
– BTW she really wants to FUCK, not make love. I still liked my “punishment” though. (You know she still doesn’t know U and I have fucked. Kinda want to tell her I had you first.)
– Told her I was jealous and want a turn. She said twins share everything!
– I will kiss you in front of her when I get a chance. See how she reacts.
– She’s so horny from our talk. Wanted me to fuck her, but told her she had to go to bed wet for waking mom.
– GN
Brent forced his raging boner down as he finished in the bathroom. When he walked into the kitchen, everyone else was already in there chatting away. Kat and the girls had all decided to go for a jog together on this bright Sunday morning. They were all dressed in t-shirts and stretchy yoga pants. Kat was sipping come coffee and the girls were sharing a banana before they headed out. Kat turned to pour a cup for Brent. Once her back was turned, Becky slid the rest of the banana into her mouth and gave it a brief blow job before pulling it out and biting a chunk out of it. Brent smiled and did a mock wince while Katie giggled.
Kat handed Brent his mug and said, “What’s so funny?”
Brent answered for the girls, “Your daughters have a case of the sillies this morning. How long will you guys be gone?”
“About an hour tops,” Kat said.
“Cool. I was going to make a big breakfast, but we’ll call it brunch instead. I’ll have it ready by the time you get back. Have fun getting sweaty together ladies.”
Brent walked into the living room to watch some news. Right away he caught the scent of old sex lingering in the air, mainly coming from his easy chair. He heard the girls talking and laughing together while he finished his coffee to the drone of the morning anchorman. When they left a few minutes later, Brent grabbed some paper towels, cleanser, and air freshener. He wiped down his cushy leather chair and the couch. He scrubbed the spot on the carpet where the rabbit vibrator had landed. Lastly, he gave the room a good spritz of air freshener.
Brent gave the room another once over before calling the job complete. He bent down to sniff his chair cushion, resting his hand on the floor. It smelled fine. His fingers brushed against some paper and plastic under the chair. He pulled the debris out. It was a pair of his wife’s tanning bed eye covers, an ink pen, a wadded up tissue, and a scrap of some kind of wrapper. Brent grabbed it all and tossed it on the coffee table. He left the pen and eye protection and gathered the garbage to throw it away in the kitchen.
Brent lifted the lid of the kitchen trash can and tossed the tissue in. He glanced at the wrapper fragment trying to figure out what it was. He wasn’t suspicious, just naturally curious about the odds and ends that found their way into the corners of people’s lives. The wrapper looked like the top portion of something that would have been flat and square. It was blue plastic wrap with lettering on it. He squinted at the tiny letters. “TROJ HER PLEA”. The word fragments were torn off, but he instantly knew what he was looking at: the top chunk of a condom wrapper. Brent’s heart kadıköy escort started doing double time in his chest.
“Don’t jump to conclusions,” he said to himself. He and his wife had not used condoms in years since she preferred the natural feel of his cock. She used birth control pills. It was possible Becky had a lover over, or even Katie, who had said she and Tiny Tommy had made love a time or two. A hint of jealousy rose up inside of Brent at the thought of his daughters fucking anyone but him. He knew it was silly. They would have to grow up and move out, having lives of their own at some point. Wouldn’t they?
Brent shook his head, bringing his mind back to the matter at hand. He realized that he didn’t need to speculate about the condom. None of the stuff he had pulled out from under the chair had been dusty or old feeling. Plus, he or one of the girls vacuumed every week, usually moving everything except the big heavy couch in the process. If this stuff had been dropped recently, his cameras should have caught it.
Using his laptop in his office, Brent pulled up the footage of the living room from his private server. He began playing the footage in reverse at ten times speed. Too angry to be distracted, he skipped over last night’s lap dancing entirely. The video flashed to black every once in a while as the cameras went dark whenever there was no one in the room. Luckily for him, that was most of the previous week’s footage. He and Kat would have been at work and the girls at school all day. The room was totally empty all night. So that left just a few hours of footage each day to go over at high speed. Flickers of movement as people zipped in and out of frame danced before his eyes between the black pauses.
Finally he saw something from about three days ago that caught his attention. Kat zipped into the screen in reverse, paused at his chair for a flash, dropped down and back up again, before zipping back out of frame. Brent played the scene at regular speed. Kat was simply walking through the room in a hurry and dropped her purse. She bent down and brushed what had fallen out back into it. Apparently in her rush, she just scooped it up and walked out of the house without double checking.
Brent imagined the scenario playing out in his mind. His wife was fucking someone and insisted they use a condom. Wherever they were when they did the deed, either a chunk of wrapper fell into her purse when they tore it open, or she saved the wrapper in her purse to throw away later but the top part had gotten left behind unnoticed. Whatever the circumstances, the fact was that his wife had a used condom wrapper in her purse. My wife is FUCKING CHEATING, his mind screamed at him.
“FUCK!” Brent finally yelled aloud at his screen.
Her coldness in bed now made perfect sense. Somebody was feeding her their dick. The question was who. His wife was a pharmaceutical rep, so she had a lot of face time with doctors, nurses, and other professional pill pushers. No one in particular came to mind, but all of her trips out of town were starting to make more sense. Fuming, Brent picked up his phone and called a private eye friend that he used from time to time when his own resources weren’t enough to track down leads from his security business.
“Hey Rob. It’s Brent Johnson. Sorry to call you on a Sunday, but I have a case I need someone to jump on.”
“No problem Brent. I’m always glad for some business. What’s up?”
“Can you hook me up with one of your P.I.s? I need someone who is good at surveillance of a live target mostly. Could be some phone record digging and whatnot. There might be travel involved, but you know I’ll cover the charges. I need someone discreet and who can get on the case in the next day or so.”
“Can do pal. I’ll get Steve Richards to give you a call, tomorrow at the latest.”
Brent sighed, “Thanks Rob. You’re a lifesaver. Don’t bill my business account. I’ll get up with you to settle up at the end if that’s cool.”
“I know you’re good for it. Later.”
Brent ended the call and went to the kitchen to get started on brunch. He was pissed off, but tempered his anger with the knowledge that he had been cheating too. He got angrier again when the other side of his brain reminded him that he was only cheating because she had shut him down sexually for so long. He furiously whipped a bowl of eggs while mumbling “fuck” over and over again. He let out a deep breath as his darker side reminded him: Don’t get mad. Just get even.
Brent laid a bunch of bacon in the pan. “Well, I have been pretty lucky with blackmail lately,” he said to the sizzling meat. It spit and popped unnoticed beneath his gaze while he ran through several scenarios, each dirtier than the last. Finally, coming back to reality, Brent said, “Yeah. Yeah, maybe there is a silver lining after all.”
Brent had brunch ready when the girls walked in. His demeanor was that of a man üsküdar escort without a care in the world. In truth, his mood had brightened significantly. The more he thought about blackmailing his wife, the more he liked it. He wouldn’t be doing any actual blackmailing himself, but it would be right up Becky’s alley. Becky was a natural deviant, so if she couldn’t manipulate Kat, no one could. Brent pictured it in his mind: Daughter catches mom cheating on dad. Daughter takes control of mommy. Mommy either submits or is exposed and gets the fuck out. Wonderful, Brent thought as he remembered what Becky had done to Kat last night. Kat had never shown any lesbian tendencies whatsoever, so Becky’s ministrations to her mom were going to be especially fun to watch. Brent munched his bacon and smiled affectionately at his wife, thinking that she would be wide awake for it this time.
Katie broke into his thoughts by asking, “Daddy, can Becky and I borrow the car to go shopping later?”
Brent smiled at his daughters and said, “Sure girls, as soon as you get all of your homework done.”
“Mine’s been done dad, but Becky hasn’t finished hers.”
“Well, I guess you better help her then or you two will be trapped here with me all day. What do you have left to do Becky?”
Katie pouted at having to help Becky yet again, while Becky thought for a moment and then grinned suspiciously at her dad. “Oh I just have some math, but Katie and I have to practice for a presentation we have to give soon.”
Katie started to say, “What presentation?”, but after a subtle kick from Becky, she said, “Oh yeah, I forgot.”
By the way she looked though, it was obvious that Katie had no idea what Becky was talking about. Becky reached across the table for some salt and discretely cupped Katie’s breast at the same time. An oblivious Kat never looked up from her phone while she absentmindedly forked food into her mouth.
“Oh yeah,” Katie said again a little more softly.
…
After everyone had eaten and then showered, the Johnsons did their own thing. The girls went to their room to study while Kat lounged around in the bedroom playing on her phone and watching TV. Brent mainly puttered around on his office. Becky was texting him throughout the day with suggestive texts, and dirty jokes. She texted him a few pics she had taken from last night including a particularly great shot of Katie straddling him, locked in a deep kiss, while Brent squeezed her ass. A little while later, she followed up:
– So, I made Katie do my math with the rabbit in her pussy. She didn’t complain.
– Be nice to your sister.
– Oh it was very nice. We’ve been working on our presentation for you since then.
– Oh yeah? What is it?
– It has been tough for Katie but she is a quick learner. Much progress. You will love it.
– Hint?
– Well, it will keep her quiet when we need her to be…
Brent’s phone lit up with a picture text from Becky. The shot was from Becky’s POV looking down at her own crotch. She was wearing her strap-on, standing in the girls’ bathroom. Katie was kneeling on the tile floor at Becky’s feet with her face upturned to the camera. There were tears in her eyes, but Katie did not look sad. Brent guessed that the tears were probably from the strain. Katie’s jaw was wide open. Her lips were wrapped tightly around Becky’s dildo, which was stuffed almost to the base down Katie’s throat.
“Holy shit,” Brent muttered from behind his desk. Katie had to have at least seven inches of rubber dick in her mouth. How in the hell had Becky taught Katie to deep throat in just a couple of hours? My daughter is a miracle worker, thought Brent. Another text came in:
– Who’s hornier than two teenage girls who have been making out all day?
– Who?
– Their daddy! 😉 How blue are those balls getting big guy? Too bad there’s nothing you can do about it right now.
– You’re going to get it you know.
– Like I got it last night? Counting on it!
Brent’s work cell rang, drawing him away from sexting his daughter. He walked around his desk and closed his office door. While he settled back down, he decided he would have to get Katie a burner now too and maybe even clue her in to at least some of what he and Becky had been up to. Becky was dying to make Katie jealous and Brent didn’t mind playing one against the other to get his dick deeper into both of them. Business before pleasure he thought, and thumbed open the connection on the phone.
“High and Tight Security. This is Brent.”
“Hey Brent. This is Steve Richards. Rob told me you might have some work to send our way.”
“Yes indeed. Can you meet me in the morning to go over it about nine?”
“Sure, but if you want to give me some details, I can get started on the preliminaries right now. I’m pretty wide open at the moment.”
“OK. I assume all of this is confidential from this point on?”
“You know us. We pride ourselves on tuzla escort discretion and confidentiality. Consider yourself on the clock.”
Brent lowered his voice to almost a whisper, “Fine. The target is my wife, Katrina Johnson and I think she’s fucking around.”
Brent quietly filled Steve in on everything he knew so far, which wasn’t much. He provided Kat’s cell numbers, rough schedule, and vehicle description before hanging up.
Brent followed up on a few other things from work while he sat at his desk, really just killing time for no good reason. Becky had stopped texting him after their last exchange. He was about to pull up the video of their room, when he heard Kat yelling something to the girls from the other side of the house followed by the clatter of her pumps coming through the kitchen toward his office. She came in without knocking.
“Hey Brent, I’m heading out to the store for a little bit. Need anything?”
Kat was dressed in a black knee length skirt, button up pale yellow sleeveless blouse, and matching yellow pumps. She had the infamous condom purse clutched under her arm. Brent wondered if there was a fresh one in there.
Instead he said, “You’re dressed a little nice for groceries aren’t you?”
“Well, I was going to meet a couple of the girls for a drink first if that’s OK. I won’t be too long. Home before dinner. I can pick something up if you want?”
“Groceries and take out? My we’re decadent.” Brent smiled, even though he was now questioning and loathing every suggestion his wife made just on principle.
“Either way Brent. I don’t care. I was just trying to be nice.”
“It’s fine honey. Go have fun, and you pick dinner. I don’t need anything from the store except enough stuff for lunch this week. Just the usual.” Then he decided to test the waters. “I can come with you if you like. Who we having drinks with?”
“Oh no big boy. This is ladies only. Just some girls from one of the offices I visited last week. I’m trying to close a deal.”
Sure you are, Brent thought. To his wife he said, “Have fun. Me and the girls will keep busy. They were telling me about some presentation they’ve been practicing all day. Maybe I’ll have them run through it with me.”
“Whatever babe. Later.”
While they spoke, Brent texted Becky to get her mom’s attention before she left and to keep her busy for a couple of minutes. Luckily Becky must have had her phone handy because she responded right away with a thumbs up emoji. Brent heard her yelling for her mom almost immediately.
Brent called Steve back as he hustled through the house and out the front door.
“Steve, it’s Brent. My wife is heading out unexpectedly and is dressed up a bit. Little suspicious. Any chance you can try to tail her like right now?”
“Sure, but I’m not anywhere close to you. Be real tough to pick her up,” Steve responded.
“Listen. I gotta hang up but I’ll call you back on a different line in five. We’ll use my phone to track her.”
“Good idea. OK call me back. I’m rolling out as soon as I load some gear.”
Brent ended the call and then set his work phone to silent. He turned on his phone’s GPS, opened his wife’s car door, and stuffed the phone under the back seat, making sure it wouldn’t slide around. He closed the door and ran back inside. He pretended to be walking into the kitchen for a snack as his wife walked past him out the door without another word.
Brent heard the girls giggling quietly from down the hall before he turned back the other way to his office. He fired up his laptop and ran the “Find My Phone” application. Once he saw his phone’s location on the screen, he called Steve back on his personal cell. Brent updated the app every few minutes while Steve ran an intercept course to get himself close to her position. After about ten minutes, Katie appeared at his door.
“Daddy? Will you come to my room and help me with my homework?”
Katie’s question sounded innocent enough, but she stepped through the door wearing a tight fitting white button up shirt with the top three buttons undone. Her breasts were pushed together, creating a perfect cleavage line that peaked out of the open top. She wore a black pleated skirt that only went down to mid thigh. It was tight at her slim waist, but flowed loosely around her toned thighs. Her legs were otherwise bare except for a pair of white ankle socks.
Brent felt his jaw click shut once he realized it had sagged open. He partially covered the phone with one hand and said in his most professional voice, “Katie, I’m on a business call. I will be back to help you as soon as I get done.”
Katie pouted her lower lip. “OK Daddy, but hurry up. Becky needs help too.”
She turned to walk away, then paused. Looking back over her shoulder, she brought a finger to her lip before letting it trail down her body to her hip.
“Daddy, we need to be done before mommy gets home. She’ll be mad if she catches us still…doing it.” Her hand grasped her skirt and lifted it slightly as she spoke her last words. She let the material fall back into place before anything was revealed and walked away.
Back to the phone Brent said, “Hey Steve, can I just give you my log in information and you pick up the trail from there. My daughters are hounding me to help them with some homework.”
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