Chapter 265 - 264: Wife, Who likes cheating

Chapter 265: Chapter 264: Wife, Who likes cheating

"Act like a slut in front of your sisters all you want," Owen said, joining in on her game. "Look at you, loving your father’s dick."

The other three girls could only stand by and watch with deep jealousy.

If they had known that the last-place prize was this good, they would have happily lost on purpose!

Sadly, it was far too late for regret. There was nothing they could do right now except watch Stella enjoy the special treat made only for her.

"Ah... I don’t care, Daddy... ah," Stella moaned out loud. "I am all yours, and you are mine... ah! Pinch my nipples harder... mmm... yes, right there... ugh!"

Stella moaned so loudly that the other three girls could not help but whisper bitterly under their breath.

She leaned back comfortably against Owen’s chest, sliding her ass up and down against him.

"I am already pinching your nipples, my spoiled daughter," Owen said softly. "We are definitely not applying sunscreen anymore." He wanted to make all four of them dance in their swimsuits.

"Mmm... I know," Stella panted. "But let me enjoy this just a little longer while you rub more on my body, Daddy..."

She pressed her opening right against his hard shaft. The sudden warmth of his dick sent a sharp jolt of pleasure straight through her body.

"Ha... I guess I have no choice," Owen sighed. He leaned down, kissed and sucked on her neck, and kept working. His left hand squeezed and grooped her bare tits while his right hand rubbed her wet clit.

*This is not bad at all... actually, it’s pretty great,* Owen thought to himself, chuckling silently. *Look at those three. They want to feel this exact same thrill.*

He looked over at Pamela, who looked the most desperate of the three. She had received the smallest reward of all.

She wished she could get a refund on her turn. How was this fair? She only got a quick tease, while Stella got the full experience!

*I want that too... I want to get played with in his arms,* Pamela thought, her mind racing as she tried to figure out what to do.

"You look so eager, Pam," Owen called out to her. "Why don’t you step closer to me?" He used the hand currently squeezing Stella’s tits to beckon Pamela over.

"A-Am I making it that obvious...?" Pamela asked, blushing. She wasn’t drooling or anything, so how could he tell so easily?

"Of course you are," Owen said. "Now come here. I want you to make this much more exciting."

"W-What do you mean...?" Pamela asked, feeling lost and unsure of what to do next. Still, she followed his command and stepped closer.

"I know you’re jealous," Owen said, eyeing her up and down. "So how about you give me a slow dance? If your performance is good enough, I might give you a big surprise, too."

He reached out and flicked her hard nipples, which were barely covered by her small blue swimsuit.

"Ah... mmm... what do you mean?" Pamela asked, confused. "What kind of dance?"

"Well, well, you really are clueless," Owen laughed. "Let me give you a quick idea."

"Ah... ah... Daddy... rub my clit faster," Stella interrupted, trying to pull his attention back to her wet pussy. "I’m so close..."

"Okay, but stop interrupting your daddy when he is having a real conversation," Owen scolded gently. "That is bad behavior."

He began to finger her deeply, using his thumb and index finger to squeeze her sensitive center.

"Mmm! Ah... I-I understand, Daddy... yes... please, hit it harder..." Stella moaned. She started thinking about what kind of punishment she might get for talking back. Maybe she could use it to her advantage.

"And stop thinking about punishments," Owen warned in a stern voice, shutting down her thoughts immediately. "I will stop completely if you keep acting like this."

"Ah... o-okay... but you’re being stingy..."

"I will stop right now if you complain."

"Mmm... n-no, I’m not complaining... ah! Please go faster... Daddy!" Stella quickly dropped her plans.

Pamela rolled her eyes in annoyance. She was irritated that her conversation with Owen had been interrupted by Stella’s whining.

"W-What do you want me to do, Owen?" Pamela asked, eager to learn more details about this special dance.

"So eager..." Owen smiled. "First, put your hands behind your head."

"Ah... r-really? This feels so embarrassing..." Pamela did as she was told, placing both hands behind her head.

The pose made her look very slutty, stretching her big tits forward and exposing her bare armpits. Just posing like this made her feel hot and wet inside.

*No... this is just a sow dance,* Pamela told herself. *I need to learn how to do things like this. Yes... I have to.*

"What should I do next, Owen...?" Pamela asked, looking away. She was too shy to look him straight in the eyes.

"Good girl, Auntie. You look so sexy when you do that," Owen complimented her. "Now I’m starting to wonder if you’re a real slut or not."

Owen reached over toward her open armpits and gently moved his fingers against her soft skin.

"Mmm... don’t do that... ah... it tickles!" Pamela gasped and moaned. She had not been allowed to come yet, so her body was completely full of built-up tension.

"This proves you are just a slutty mother... and a cheating wife, Auntie," Owen teased. "It’s so cruel of you to do this to your husband."

"Mmm... ah... n-no, don’t say that," Pamela whimpered, panting heavily. "It’s partly his fault... and I just love a big dick... As for my daughter... ah... we will deal with her when she gets home..."

She looked to the side, trying to hide her face. She wanted him to do so much more to her body, but even just the simple touch of his fingers felt amazingly good.

’Ah... ah... this is why I am a cheating wife... ah...’ Pamela thought to herself as her body trembled with desire.