My Secret Sugar Baby Harem

"Mr. Charles... are you actually jerking off to your own daughter?"

Fuckkkk.

A soft, amused whisper sliced through me like ice. I jerked around, cock still gripped tight in my fist, painfully hard.

Rose stood just behind me, phone raised at my face then at my dick, recording everything with a wicked little smile. How the hell had I missed her approaching? Was I that horny?

Rose was my daughter's nineteen-year-old best friend, if my blood had been flowing to my brain properly instead of my cock then I should have originally found it weird that I hadn't seen her around the house since she was always either with my daughter or secretly trying to make me cheat on my wife.

Still even as she held the video that could potentially ruin my life, and maybe because I was still crazy horny, I couldn't help but notice that the blonde looked stimulating in her simple v neck shirt and her short mini flay skirt. Usually, Rose went for more outrageous looks that my wife made a point to complain to me about but it seems she decided to go simple.

"Rose....fuck." I shoved my throbbing dick back into my pants, face burning with shame as I finally came to my senses. "This isn't... you don't understand. It's not what it looks like, please don't-"

"Shhh." She interrupted then tapped on her screen. Somehow it looked way worse on camera, I would definitely be thrown in jail to rot is anyone saw this video.

"Let's not insult each other's intelligence, I may be nineteen but that doesn't mean I'm five. Is this why you keep on rejecting me, Mr. Charles? Were you always only interested in your own daughter's pussy?"

I glanced into my daughter's room in panic hoping she wasn't listening to the conversation, Luckily Ruby was still chatting away on the bed, earbuds in, completely unaware of the scene outside her bedroom.

I tried to steady my voice. "Look Rose, I'll admit what I did was wrong, I had never done something like that and you happened to catch me during a moment of weakness, I'm sorry and I would never actually"

"I don't know why you're apologizing to me." She smiled at me innocently, "I'm not the girl you were jerking of to, in fact quite frankly I'm offended it's not me. Like what's a girl gotta do?"

She continued when i didn't answer her question, "Now if you want me to forgive you for breaking my little heart then you Mr. Chris are taking me shopping tomorrow," Rose stepped closer, "Unless you don't mind if Ruby and 'that woman' sees just how excited you get when you see your own daughter's butt."

She let her eyes drift down to the obvious tent in my slacks. Usually, I would at least tell her to respect my wife and not refer to her as 'that woman' knowing quite well my wife called her way worse but for obvious reasons I held my tongue on the matter.

"Okay Fine, but can't I just send you the money? Hell I'll send you a thousand now, just delete the video please." I asked weakly.

"You don't get it do you, Mr. Charles." she purred using her dainty finger to trace down from my chest, i stopped her finger before it reached my cock but it still sent a jolt up my misbehaving dick.

"I've been dying to get closer to you. There is just something about a rich hot guy old enough to be my father fucking me and covering all my bills at the same time."

I swallowed hard. I typically shut this down firmly, more confidently while telling her to find another adult to play her games with but this time the words came out a bit hollow. "Rose... I can't. I'm married. Why do you even want a sugar daddy when you can have a guy paying you for doing nothing?"

"Because you keep on rejecting me sir, even while obviously checking me out." she answered sweetly. "And that is so hot to me because we both know how sexually frustrated you are." She glanced at a little at my daughter then at my tent, cementing her point. "Oh, look like she's about to end her call, you should probably leave and take care of that.... unless"

I basically ran for my life, looking back i spotted Rose giving me a wink with an amused smile.

"I'm a married man, I'm a married man, I'm a married man, I do not cheat on my wife with a teenager". I repeated vehemently to myself back in my room.

Needless to say, it wasn't working.

I changed and laid on the bed to think about how i was going to get that little she-devil to delete the video, From what i observed about Rose when she was with my daughter, she was a daredevil so even if she said she liked me i had no doubt she would ruin my life just for the fun of it.

****

It was quite telling of the type of life I lived when a pillow to the face was my wonderful wife's usual way of waking me up.

Heck, it almost didn't bother me anymore.

Almost.

I pulled the pillow off my face, realizing I must of slept off after I had changed and laid on the bed to think about how I was going to handle the Rose situation, she was a good girl really she just had a crush that was a dangerous one.

I blinked at the overhead light my wife had switched on, no doubt to maximize my discomfort.

Diane, even after all these years, was a sight for sore eyes. If one didn't know her character, they would no doubt think I was the luckiest man alive. She had the classic hourglass body she still carefully maintained even as she was almost forty, a lustrous brown hair she spent half her money on, and she stood at a comfortable 5'8 which complemented my 6'1 height quite nicely, if we were ever tolerant enough to go out in public together of course.

And those beautiful mountains on her chest, It had been years before I had felt those magnificent tits but I could still imagine the way they perfectly fit into my large hands, and oh Lord her ass, one of her best qualities, she had definitely given that trait to her daughter, if only she had let me do anal even once or even eat her out. But no, she was too much of a clean freak for that.

Diane was still in her outdoor clothes, which further emphasized her figure. I could bet a thousand that she had had the time to remove it but decided to leave it on, planning to use it to highlight how much of a victim she was. This was a very predictable game, I usually wondered whether she hated it just as I did or she secretly loved making both our lives miserable.

"What is this?" She gave a dramatic gasp, "My lazy pig of a husband yet again on the bed, wow what a NEW development Charles!"

I closed my eyes again for one second. A small mercy I gave myself.

With a small inconspicuous sigh, I decided to get this round over with quickly "How was your day, Diane?"

"Oh, like you care! It's seven in the evening, Charles. Seven, and your wife gets back and once again there is no single sign that I have a husband, nobody to hug me at the door, no body to help me with my bags, not even food for waiting for me, why are you even my husband when you can't do the things other men are doing for their wives?!"

I sat up slowly, I had definitely not gotten enough sleep to handle this woman and my back made sure to offer its own complaint just to share its opinion.

"What do you want from me?" I asked, If I had more energy I would have added a "woman" to the end of that question just to really set her off, but I was too exhausted for that this time. "I slept off okay, I'm sorry that I'm still a fucking human being and that I was exhausted from work, you know? The same work that made you afford those bags that I didn't help you with?"

She laughed mockingly.

"Here we go again, I knew it was coming to that." She dropped her bag on the dresser. "Money, money, money. That's always where you go, isn't it?" She glared at me. "You think because you provide financially, as you SHOULD by the way, as a man, that you're suddenly a good husband? That I'm supposed to get on my knees and worship you for it?" She tilted her head. "That is the bare minimum, honey. The bare fucking minimum."

A familiar anger burned in my chest, but I pushed it down.

I'd felt it so many times that at this point I just took her as a master class in self-control and anger management. At least she would be good for something then.

Besides it just wasn't worth it anymore. She wasn't going to hear me. She never heard me anymore. Whatever I said would become ammunition and whatever I felt would become evidence of some character defect she'd been cataloguing for years. I knew how this went. I'd read this script to many times to have any hope.

I rubbed my face with both hands.

"Is there still food?"

"Excuse me?"

"Food, Diane. Is there any."

She stared at me like the subject change was its own insult, and maybe it was, and maybe I was past the point of caring.

"I'm not your slave," she said. "I'm not your cook, I'm not your maid, I'm not here to have a warm plate ready every time you decide to rejoin the living." She picked her bag back up and moved toward the bathroom. "There's something in the pot downstairs. Your daughter and that slut you allow to be near her made it, so God knows what's in it. But you're welcome to it."

"Did you just call your daughter's school friend a slut? Can you even hear yourself sometimes Diane?"

To be honest this wasn't like this was the first time my wife had insulted Rose, so I wasn't sure why I decided to defend her today. Hell, Diane made it a point to insult every female that showed any interest in me, and Rose was probably her worse nightmare. A young beautiful female constantly in the house with her husband. Of course, I never did anything with the 19-year-old, but she was convinced we had something going on.

"I called her what she presents herself as." She shot back unashamed. "If a girl wants to go around flirting with people's husbands, then yes, she is a SLUT!"

"She's a nineteen year old girl with a misguided crush I had never acted on Diane. Imagine another woman calling your daughter a slut."

"Ha." She snorted "All this energy because I insulted your little plaything. You are a pathetic man Charles Dickens, a very sad pathetic man."

I stood up from the bed, done with the conversation. "And you're a ridiculous woman."

"Oh Really?" Not even a question even though she presented it as one. "I'm ridiculous? Me? ha-ha. I'm the ridiculous one? Meanwhile my husband can't even find the energy to lift himself out of bed to welcome me home but suddenly he's wide awake and very passionate the moment someone brings up the pretty little thing downstairs." The smile she gave me didn't even remotely come close to her eyes. "Yes, I'm the ridiculous one Charles."

"Yes, you are. You convinced yourself that because you aren't giving your husband some, he would get it from somewhere else, that sounds like a YOU problem, not the innocent TEENAGER downstairs."

I headed for the door.

"Where are you going like that?" she hissed. "Put something on for God's sake! That bitch you claim not to have anything to do with and your daughter are downstairs. Or maybe you want them to see you swinging your dick around?"

I stopped gritting my teeth and forcing the viler words back.

"This is my house," I said coldly. "If I want to walk around in my boxers, I will."

Whatever was left of any softness in her face was completely gone now. "You disgust me. I want you to know that. Genuinely. Go on, go down there. Go seduce the naïve teenager. Since you love defending her so much, just go ahead and marry her."

My hand stayed on the door.

"Maybe I will."

The words left my mouth before I could stop them. I walked out anyway, leaving her standing there in stunned silence. I had no doubt she would make me pay for that statement later, but that was future Chris Problem, Present Chris only problem was dinner.