Untethered Hearts

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Part 1 -- Dale attempts to cope with two spitfires

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In many respects, Erica is intellectual like I am. The opposite side of that coin is, Erica is also as emotional as her mom, Katrina whereas I am not. Kat knows how to push Erica's buttons, and vice versa. Normally, I try to stay out of the middle of their spats. Sometimes I can bring Erica back to rationality and reason with her. Tonight I wasn't able to.

When I suggested to Erica that she might want to go back to college and let things work themselves out, her reply laid out in no uncertain terms that my daughter was currently beyond reason. I was so close to lashing back at her, but I instead bit off my anger. It wouldn't have done any good. I just need to give her space and let time sort out her feelings.

My best option at that moment is to go find Kat and soothe her feelings. Then maybe the two of them will not start a sniping contest and turn our house into a war zone. So after I left Erica's room I sought and found my wife in our bedroom. She was lying in bed, stiffly, kind of like she was expecting our daughter to come storming in to berate her again for some ungodly reason.

I climb into bed with her, and due to the fact that I outweigh my daughter by quite a bit, Kat does relax a bit even though her demeanor is still a bit prickly. I nuzzle her neck and wrap my arm across her. Kat doesn't shrug me off, so emboldened, I stroke her arm and side until she relaxes beneath my ministrations.

Soon my wife's body is signaling which parts of her want my attention and I rub all over her back for a few minutes. In time, her back curls into a spooning position and my hands move from her shoulders to stroke her thighs so I can accommodate the shift in position. Kat places her neck across the bicep of my arm beneath her. With her other hand on mine she pulls it down between her legs. Her rear grinds into my groin at the same time as her hand grinds the heel of my palm into her pubic mound. She is humping my hand, adding to the excitement her ass is giving me.

Kat quivers a bit and sighs. She adds, in a languorous throaty voice. "Thanks love... that was good."

"You minx. I don't think you know how much I want to bite your neck now dear," I whisper gruffly in her ear.

"Okay. Okay."

Kat drags the back of her sweat pants down past her ass and adds, "Fuck me darling... you better be hard because I'm ready..."

I kick my jeans off and line up the head of my cock with her pussy lips, her moist pussy lips. It's not the hardest I've ever been, but Kat is ready, as she said, and her moist folds more than make up for my lack of rigidity. Her sex draws me in and it is oh so pleasant just feeling her surrounding me, enveloping me and hearing her moaning on my member. I hold her, my half turgid sex feeling her flex slowly, steadily massaging me.

Kat voices what I'm feeling while I'm buried within her and just relishing the moment, "Oh fuck, that feels good."

I moan and kiss the back of her neck while her ass cheeks grind against my hips. It's not long before my shaft is throbbing and pulsing inside of her. The moment is so hot, my breath catches and I can't help but grind back. I just want to stay here in this moment, while my seed slowly empties into her; cradle her in my arms, hold on to her and feel my heart slowly calm. "Oh Kat, my love, my sweetheart. I'm so grateful I have you still."

She's silent for a moment while her breathing slows, then Kat quietly says, "Dale, I must be stupid or something... I can't for the life of me understand why Jessa wouldn't want this. I love having your arms around me. Don't move yet, just hold me."

I squeeze her lightly, "Why would I want to move dear? This is perfect."

"Do you think this is just a phase? Will Jessa get tired of Erica or will Erica get tired of Jessa?"

"I hope it is just a phase... for the both of them. I think Erica was blowing smoke my way when she said that she might want to marry Jessa."

Kat shifted a bit to turn toward me and my softening penis slid out, "What?" she asks, incredulous.

"Just try to be patient dear, I think it will all blow over after a while."

She isn't listening to me now as she pulls her clothes back together and picks up her phone on the way out of the bed. Maybe I shouldn't have mentioned that to her, but I didn't want anything but openness and honesty in our relationship now. I'm not going to hide it from her, because I was sure if I did, it would have hurt her. Now she has a head of steam up, and it's too late to think about maybe I should have waited a bit longer to say something.

Kat's dialed somebody up on her phone, and I hear the faint tones of it ringing while she paces. There is only one person I could think Kat might be calling, because if she wants to hear it from Erica, our daughter is just down the hall. I think Jessa answers, and when she does Kat starts out the door saying, "Is it true what I just heard? Have you proposed marriage to our daughter?"

It's the last reaction or line of thinking that I expect from Kat. I groan. I don't exactly want to chase after her with a soggy dick hanging out. Erica might be still about, so I head to the bathroom to use the toilet. I am just about finished washing the cum out of my pubic hair when Kat comes rushing back into the bathroom. She's upset, and it's easy to tell by the look on her face.

"She hung up on me!"

"Well dear... I'm sorry, but that was a pretty confrontational call you just made to her." I hadn't heard much aside from the start of it, but since Kat had come back so soon, I could figure out that it hadn't lasted much longer than Kat's accusation. "I did say that I thought Erica was bluffing darling."

And of course, Kat's not calming down that quickly. She yells, "Fuck!" and storms out. I can practically see her making a bee-line for Erica's room. The portent is for a less than calm weekend... well whatever is left of it that is.

Most of the time, Kat is calm and easy to placate. Other times, like this evening, I'm rushing to dry off in order to keep up with her and try to keep brush fires from breaking out where ever she happens to wander. I don't think I'm going to be in time to stop the blowup that I conceive is going to happen when she goes to confront Erica after her aborted conversation with Jessa.

I just can't imagine I have a hope of trying to arbitrate between Erica and Kat while my junk is swinging in the wind. Still, I call after her in the hopes that my calming influence will prevail, "Kat! Hold on..."

Alas, the pounding I hear upon Erica's door confirms my conceptions and rushes my attempts at drying and dressing in order to provide some sort of calming influence. I manage to tug my sweatpants over my still damp legs before heading down the hall. I wish I had the time to pull on my underwear, but things had suddenly gone urgent and timing was of the essence.

I arrive at Erica's bedroom door, which is already open, Erica is wrapped in a towel and rummaging through her purse. She stops and cries, "Fucking Hell Dad! Mom is out of control! Do something!"

Sometimes, it is so difficult to placate two women to whom you are related and who are so alike in some ways. But my daughter's ire is easier to bear than my wife's so I try, "Patience dear. I think she just wants to talk to Jessa about your impending arrangement."

"She took my fucking keys Dad! How the hell am I supposed to get back over there?"

Of course, my heart melts, because she reminds me so much of Kat standing there fuming at her mother for thwarting her planned exit and stealing her fire and thunder. I can't help but say, "I'll drive you to Jessa's love, but you might want to get dressed first."

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Part 2 -- Katrina confronts Jessa

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I was insanely jealous when Erica told me she was moving in with Jessa. And then Dale told me about Erica's comment, alluding to marrying Jessa herself. That made me see red. Not only that, but Jessa hung up on me when I tried to find out what the fuck was going on.

Erica was still in the bath when I went to ask her what she had told her father. Instead, I took her car keys. I drove to Jessa's in Erica's car thinking it would prevent this travesty. Jessa is supposed to be my lover, not hers. We'd asked Jessa to marry us! And now she was fooling around with our daughter!

Fuck me! How could everything go so wrong? Okay, so I'm here now, I need to just get out of the car and go to and through the front door and fuck her silly again until she comes to her senses. It's Jessa after all... she just needs a good fuck to set her straight.

Getting out of the car, I walk to Jessa's door. I've still got her house key, so I let myself in. Inside, the townhouse is kind of dark, and given the hour, it doesn't seem that unusual. Maybe she wasn't expecting Erica back this evening, so I call out, "Jessa?"

"Hey Kat... I thought I made it clear that I'm not interested in marrying you and Dale."

"I'm having trouble understanding why Jessa. Can we turn on the lights? I can't see you."

"I'm not sure I trust that you won't try to seduce me again Kat. You and Dale keep fucking with my head. You keep fucking me until my resistance crumbles. You two make it hard for me to think straight."

"But Jessa..."

"Stop already. You want to talk?"

"Yeah."

"I need reassurances."

Something thumps on the floor near my feet. The darkness obscures whatever it might be. Ignoring what she tossed for the moment, I plead, "Can't we just kiss and make up?"

"Hah! That's how it always starts Kat. You kiss me and then you fuck me and then you walk all over me. Just put the cuffs on already."

"What? Cuffs?"

"Yeah. It'll keep your hands off of me so I can think without the sex fogging my brain."

"That's not necessary darling. I won't touch you, honest."

"Yeah, right. Tell me then... tell me you didn't just waltz into my house without thinking you'd fuck me into submission. And tell me you wouldn't do it over and over again until you get your way."

I can't say anything at the moment, because everything Jessa just said had crossed my mind, and it was indeed why I was here and it was what I would do. I'd do just about anything to keep her in my life.

I want to know why she won't commit to us, so it's a bit tempting to do as she's telling me to do, put the cuffs on. On the one hand, if I'm restrained, it won't be so tempting to touch her and try to fuck her. On the other hand, I'm afraid of losing control. No, that's not right. I'm afraid of not being in control. Again, I search my conscious, and it's not that either... I'm afraid of Jessa being in control.

Oh, fuck it. That's not right either. I love when she is in control of my body and giving me mind blowing orgasms. What it boils down to... I'm afraid I won't be able to influence her. I so want her approval. When did I become such a needy bitch?

"You're awfully quiet Kitty Kat. I'm right, aren't I? You thought you could fuck me and talk me into whatever you wanted to talk me into."

"Fuck! Am I an open book to you?"

"Might as well be sweetness. Now put the cuffs on."

"Fuck... alright... I'll do it. Just don't abuse me, okay?" I stoop and feel around on the floor for the cuffs. They are leather, already attached to each other, Velcro straps, so at least I won't be bound by unforgiving metal restraints that might cut my flesh and draw blood. Jessa's stricture is at least soft and not harsh.

The sound of the Velcro parting is loud in the silence. I hesitate for a moment, wondering what I'm about let myself in for. The left cuff is easy to fasten. I don't think Jessa will tighten the right cuff on my wrist. That would be relinquishing a certain level of control.

I can understand that she wants me to fasten myself in the restraint, to prove myself to her. I gulp. Taking that last step and relegating myself, my body, giving myself over to her, to her control is all about trust to her. It feels somewhat foreign to me, but ultimately, I do want her to trust me. If the only way to gain her trust in me is to restrain myself so that I cannot touch her, cannot exercise my prerogative, then that is what must be. And yes, it also by happenstance means that I am going to have to trust her.

Ordinarily, if this were Dale I was dealing with, it would be an easy decision. We are committed to each other through marriage. And I do trust him to that degree. But by the same token, if I have any chance of convincing Jessa to make that commitment to us, I must make the first step and trust her to the same degree that I trust Dale.

I'm breathing in ragged gasps now, but slowly I grab the Velcro strap in my teeth and tighten it around my wrist. When I release it from my bite, it fastens itself around my wrist so that I will not be able to move my hand. Both hands are now fastened against each other. I'm past the point of no return, and I'm finding it somewhat uncomfortable and a part of me regrets it, but also a part of me feels like it has been set free.

It doesn't take long before Jessa takes control of my fastened wrists. "Good girl," she says. My face grows warm, so I can add a bit of embarrassment to the gamut of what I'm feeling. This is a new side of Jessa that I'd not experienced before. I'm not sure that being called a good girl is what I am open to, so I dig my heels in a bit when she tugs me forward. "Balking already Kitty Kat?"

"What are we going to do Jessa?"

"Heh, you know my house almost as well as I do Silly. We're just going into the other room."

I sigh and quit resisting. I'd grown accustomed to the darkness, so when Jessa opened the door to her toy room, the lighting temporarily makes it difficult for me to see and when she raises my wrists over my head it catches me off guard and before I know it the cuffs are fastened to a ring hanging from the ceiling. I'd never noticed it before, but now I am stuck; my hands and arms up, and Jessa's standing there with a slightly smug look admiring her handiwork.

"Hey now. This is not fair. Why are you doing this?"

"Because you called me being all bitchy and judgmental... right in the middle of me rubbing one out. You ruined my orgasm Kitty Kat. So now, Jessa is being all bitchy and judgmental and she's going to teach you a lesson."

"I'm sorry Jessa, but you proposed to Erica after you turned us down! What did you ex..." Having my sweatpants dragged down to my ankles halted my train of thought. I yelped, "Hey!"

"Wrong!"

"What?"

Jessa knelt in front of me and traced a finger in the gusset of my undergarments adding, "What do we have here Miss Sticky-pants? Is this Dale's cum leaking from your twat, ruining your pants?"

There was no denying that I hadn't cleaned myself up after he ejaculated in me. My cheeks suddenly flare with heat. I think my blush travels down to my navel. Jessa chuckles. "You let Dale nut in you and you don't let me finish getting off. I think you deserve a spanking Kitty."

"What?" I cry out, "No, please, no. I'm sorry!" I shriek when her hand leaves prints on my right ass cheek from slapping it three times. "Ow! Jessa, this is not fun, please let me go?"

"We're not done yet Kitty. You accused me of proposing to Erica." And while she is saying that, she drags her finger between the lips of my slit, through the stickiness left there after my sex with Dale. It causes me to gasp and pant. I know what she can do to me with her fingers, how she can make me dance with lust. While her fingers explore my sex I'm not able to respond. All I can do is dangle in her toy room and squirm under her ministrations.

"Oh yeah... Where were we Kitty Kat?" she asks as she withdraws her fingers from me and sucks our juices off of them.

"Oh fuck... um, Dale said that Erica told him..." and I am rewarded with another round of stinging slaps on my right ass cheek, "OW, Fuck!" and I try to dance away from her spankings to no avail. Her hands snake up underneath my sweatshirt and tweak my nipples while my ass pulses in red hot flashes, her lower belly and hips rub the soreness into my memory. I twitch under her fingertips, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"You believe me now when I say I didn't propose to Erica?"

"Yes, Yes! Oh God, Okay you didn't propose to Erica, but why would Dale..." and my mind goes blank again when Jessa rapidly slaps my ass for the third time, all I can think about is the stinging sensation traveling, radiating up and down my thigh and back. My mind's eye pictures my sex jolting forward, pussy rampant, clit distended with each impact. Oh fuck she is strong. I think she's going to bruise my ass, "OW! Please stop," I beg, tears forming in my eyes.

Jessa asked, "So baby, should we address the other major issue we seem to be having?"

So far, everything I'd said had gotten my ass beat, I opt to whimper thinking that avoiding answering would spare my sore behind. Instead, Jessa's hand left my ass as she intoned ominously, "Shall I help you focus again sweetie?"

I danced away from her, or try to at least, "No, no, please, not that, please?" I am afraid she is going to start spanking again. I've tried to get away from her slaps once before, but Jessa had firmly guided my hips back to be savaged by her strong palm once again.

"You know what the problem is, don't you Kitty Kat?"

I'm clueless, and can't help but worry about whether or not her hands are going set my butt afire again. I moan, "No. I don't know..."

Pain once again blossoms on my ass cheek. I lose count, I lose track of where the blows on my ass are coming from. Her arm is around my hips, keeping me steady for maximum affect, focusing my mind on the pain in my ass cheek, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, ow, fuck!" Tears are now streaming down my cheeks.

"Well?"

"Okay, okay, fuck! I'm sorry! I forgive you for fucking Erica. Ow, just stop please? Oh God, please stop!"

"That's not what I'm talking about dear..."

"Oh fuck. Oh God no... I can't handle, I can't take any more..." I sobbed, "What do you want Jessa?"

"That's better dear... I don't really want to be mean about this. I don't want to be forgiven for fucking sweet Erica. I can't get enough of her... just like I can't get enough of you sweetie. I just love fucking your whole family. You, Dale, Erica, I'd probably even enjoy fucking your son too. And that's the problem isn't it? If somebody else came along and piqued my interest, I'd fuck them too."

I stare at her with wet, tearful eyes, and try to glean the necessity of her beating the daylights out of my ass. I sniffle and hope that Jessa is truly done walloping my butt cheek. I wait for her to continue talking.

"I just can't be faithful to you the way you want me to," Jessa says, her hand playing over my reddened tender flesh causes me to hiss and wince and dance.

And fuck me if my pussy isn't wet and leaking my juices down the inside of my thighs while I dangle there at her mercy. Here I am tearful and snotty from the spanking and yet I'm also grateful that Jessa would still fuck me and not leave me for my daughter. I wish that she would fuck me right now. In time I might even be content being an occasional fling, but at the moment, I just want to have my sex plumbed and I just want to have a mind-blowing orgasm.

"Please Jessa, fuck me? I need you, I want you," I pant. A part of me doesn't want to be begging her for it, but a wicked part of me relishes that I'm helpless before her and that I would willingly submit to being fucked with a strap on or however she wants to use me. Then her phone chimes and my eyes spring wide.

"Oh, look Kitty. Dale and Erica are at the front door, about to come in."

"Oh God, no! Please! Let me down... don't let them see me like this. Fuck, fuck, I'll do whatever you tell me to. Just don't leave me like this, please?"