The Family BBC - Chapter 5 - Sex Stories

The Family BBC - Chapter 5

... "HNNGGHH! HNNGGHH!" They grunted, smiling. "Fug dat whi-wom!" They parodied their own speech patterns.

Leland nodded, but he didn't smile. He'd kept a blank expression since I met him outside the hotel room's door.

We walked to my car. "How old is Loretta?"

"She's 47, been whoring since she was 15. I told her years ago to go independent, but she likes the goodies pimps give for bonuses."

I remembered how Jason tried to sell a drug for Loretta's enjoyment. "She's hooked?"

"Nah, likes to get high from time to time. Pimps take a whore's money, all of it and pays for the things he decides she needs."

When we reached my tired Volvo, I surprised myself. "Do you need a ride?"

"You just want me to drive, so you don't have to sit on your sorry ass." He snorted and walked into the neighborhood's gloom.

At every stop, I had to lift my butt from the agonizing car seat. Several times, cars behind me honked when I hesitated in front of a green light.

When I reached our home's street, I parked away from the house and examined my face in the mirror. I looked like the mess I had been brutalized into. Makeup had run over my chin, down my neck, and onto the tops of my breasts. My face was like a gender bending rocker's after an intense performance.

I got out of the Volvo and fluffed the back of my skirt to cool my inflamed butt. I had stuffed my panties in my purse before leaving the hotel room. I sneaked into our backyard, quietly unlocking the gate and shutting ...

... it behind me. I wondered how George had handled my time of infidelity. Our bedroom window was dark. I crept to the back door and put my ear to its small window.

"Daddy, Ridley changed the channel again!" Peg wailed from the front room.

"I had to, Pop. She only watches stupid stuff. Don't I get a turn?" Ridley defended loudly.

"Figure it out between yourselves. You're too old to act that immaturely." My husband spoke softly, but he was close to the back door. I heard him clearly. Peeking, I saw him sitting at the table, tapping idly on the display tablet's screen. Only its dim screen and light from the living room illuminated the kitchen. I saw his slumping outline, and my heart weighed heavier for it.

I considered washing my face using the garden hose, but my makeup needed soap or cold cream to remove fully. I dared to unlock the back door and ease it open just enough to look through. "George!" I hissed softly.

Dull eyes turned on me. "Wha-"

"Shhhhh!" I interrupted. "I can't let the kids see me."

His body turned slowly. A flash of concern wiped off his vacant looking face. I quailed, waiting for his judgement. Would he flush me from our home and send me away forever? I wouldn't have blamed him. Hells, I wanted encourage that. I was no longer a wife to him, but a toy for another man's pleasure. Somehow, hope remained in my heart.

"Kids!" He shouted suddenly. Fuck, he wanted to them know how far I had fallen.

"I'll give you twenty dollars to go to the ...