Daddy, I've Been Bad

The kids were finally asleep. Tori sat cross-legged on the mattress beside me in the high socks and tiny gym shorts she liked wearing to keep my cock hard while she edged me with long, gentle strokes, pausing to rub lazy circles around the head, occasionally bending down to plant soft kisses down my shaft all the way to my balls. I could tell from the innocent way she touched me that she was preparing to say my four favorite words in the world:

"Daddy, I've been bad"

It was our dirtiest game, built over years of filthy fantasies and a few toes dipped in the water on rare nights away from the kids. With my encouragement, she had flirted with men at bars, allowed a few subtle touches on her leg or the small of her back from guys drunk enough to look past her wedding ring, but nothing more.

My obsession with the idea of turning my devoted wife into a willing slut and helping her gleefully desecrate our marriage vows reached total depravity whenever she wrapped her fingers carefully around my cock and told me the naughty things she'd done, or the even naughtier things we both wanted her to do. Sharing those fantasies helped us rekindle the excitement we'd enjoyed before our kids came along, and I'd hoped it would give Tori's sex drive a boost after years of exhaustion.

Now that the kids were in school, she was slowly regaining her old twenty-something confidence thanks to a couple of discreet cosmetic procedures and the improved tone of twice-weekly Pilates classes -- "building a butt," she called it. But tonight, my little girl looked more nervous than usual.

"Daddy," she whispered, pressing her forehead against mine, breath shaky, "I think I'm gonna be really bad."

"What did you do, little girl?"

She hesitated, her hand teasing me.

"Well... it's not what I did. It's what I've decided to do." She searched my face, looking embarrassed.

"You always said you'd forgive me for anything when I had you like this. And God, it's so hot to know that, and I never wanted to take advantage. I've been good for so long. But I need you to forgive me for something I haven't done yet -- something I'm going to do."

My heart was racing. She took a deep breath and I realized her hand had stopped moving.

"You know Aaron, the guy in Pilates we were laughing about? The one straight man in the class, who definitely signed up just to fuck bored housewives? Well... I'm not bored, but..." Her voice trailed off and her cheeks flushed. I felt my mouth go dry.

"What have you done with him?" I managed to croak.

"Nothing yet. He's very respectful, hasn't made any big moves. He knows I'm married. But I slipped up last week and told him that you were very...open-minded about me." Her hand started lightly gliding along my shaft again.

"Normally you'd have the right to veto something like this, but I've already made up my mind. I don't know what's gotten into me, I've never felt so shameless." She was jerking me faster now. "You've talked for years about wanting me to be your bad girl and all the things you'd forgive, and I guess I've decided that it's not going to be just a fantasy for me anymore."

She played with my swollen head while I tried to breathe. My whole body was shaking.

"Why...him, Tor?"

"He makes me feel like I did before we got serious, before the kids. It's like I'm on the loose again, staying out all night with strangers," she laughed.

"I thought if I ever actually tried to want someone besides you it would be this big awful betrayal. But with Aaron, the idea doesn't feel as scary. He's so kind and respectful, he's calm. I actually feel safe with him, which makes me want to be...really really bad. For you."

She slowed down the edging to a light tease on my shaft, using her nails on the other hand to gently stroke my balls how she knew I liked it. "How bad?" I gasped.

"Oh god, it feels mean even saying it out loud. I'm sorry, I know this isn't like me. We've talked about these fantasies forever, and you always wanted me to flirt and be bad, but I mostly did it for you. This time is different, I feel completely out of control. You're my husband, Jim, but I want to be his whore."

She was looking straight into my eyes now. "Jim, you're my home, my safe place, my everything. You will always have my heart, but I need you to forgive me for letting this man have my pussy."

My cock jumped in her hand. She allowed a tiny smirk to creep onto her face and squeezed me reassuringly, her eyes still soft and caring.

"I promise you he's not a threat to us, and I know our marriage is strong enough if we need to work through it later. I can make it up to you, I'll do anything, let you have anyone, help you fuck someone too..." she trailed off, giving me a sympathetic look as her gentle stroking tightened. My breath was ragged as I broke the silence.

"What... about your class? You'll see him twice a week..."

She smiled sweetly at me. "If the dick is trash, I'll just switch classes. He's not a weirdo, babe." I pictured them talking after class, making plans. She must have seen it on my face, because she leaned over and put her forehead against mine again.

"I know you worry about me, but I'm your good girl. If you're jealous, I'll fix it. You're the one I love more than anyone." Her strokes quickened a little, and I could feel her own excitement building.

"Tomorrow night, I'm going to his apartment. I'll text you what I'm doing so you don't get worried. And I'll keep my ring on the whole time," she smiled.

"What are you going to do?" I groaned.

She was breathing harder. "Gosh, I guess I'll kiss him, even though thinking about it gives me butterflies. I'll let him touch me until I've calmed down enough to take him. I hope his cock stretches me... maybe I'll stay the whole night if it does. Jesus, Jim, I don't know if I'll be able to stop..."

The words slipped out in a jumble, seeming to surprise her, like she hadn't meant to admit it just yet. She kept her grip on me and added a little slow twisting as my heart pounded in my ears.

"Wha...what about... being safe?" I stammered, my body shaking beneath her.

She frowned as she paused to pour more lube on my aching cock. "That's true, we did agree it wasn't cheating if I used a condom. But don't you think that's kind of a drag considering this is my first time being really bad?" She had slipped into the little girl voice now, the one she used to beg Daddy for cum. I caught myself wondering if she would use it with him.

"What if Aaron thinks my pussy isn't fun to play with because of the condom, Daddy? I really want it to feel good for him," she pouted. "After all, he isn't a stranger, not exactly. Could you forgive me for letting him fuck me without a condom just a little as long as he pulls out? He seems so nice, I think I trust him not to cum in me this time...even though I wouldn't be able to stop him if he really wanted to," she giggled.

I nodded deliriously and felt my cock swell close to the point of no return in her hand. She pressed her thumbnail lightly into the sensitive spot just under the head as she squeezed my shaft hard, giving me a tiny sting that pulled me back from the edge. "No Daddy, not yet," she smiled.

"There's one more bad thing I need to tell you, and it's kind of silly... but I'm actually really nervous. Will you help me pick out some cute lingerie to wear for him tomorrow? You know what looks good on me better than anyone, and...it feels important for you to choose my outfit the first time he fucks your little girl."

That was too much. I came hard with a shout, hot pulses spilling over her fingers while she held me close, whispering "Thank you, Daddy, thank you, thank you"

When the storm finally passed, she cleaned me up and rested her head in her special spot on my chest.

"Jesus Christ," I panted. "How much of that was real?"

She grinned. "I might have embellished a few things here and there."