Her new Daddy(31)

She stopped short, her green eyes widening hugely. She was staring over his shoulder at the door. Hal turned to see what she was looking at, and he went pale.

Brenda was standing there in the doorway watching them.

"Oh, my God," Hal said hoarsely.

He felt about one inch high. He'd never meant to hurt his wife like this, to have her come home and catch him balling their daughter. Brenda must have come home early. Hal struggled for words, but none came.

Finally Brenda walked into the room. Her face was stony, and her voice was cold. "Debby," she said, "go to bed now. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Yes, Mom," Debby said meekly. She jumped off the bed and hurried away to her own room.

Brenda turned to her husband, who was still lying naked and stunned on the bed, his cock shriveled and wet. "Well, Hal?" she said. "Have you anything to say about this?"

He forced himself to speak. "Brenda, there's no excuse at all for what I did," he said. "It's horrible… I can only say that all my life I've had this problem. I mean, I'm attracted to little girls. I tried to fight it, but it won't go away. I swore that at least I'd keep my hands off Debby, but I couldn't even do that. I love you, Brenda, but I can't seem to overcome this problem. I don't know what to do about it."

Brenda listened, feeling a faint sympathy for him, but not enough to overcome her outrage at finding her daughter ruined. If it had been anyone but Debby, things might have been different. She believed Hal when he said he loved her, Brenda, but for the moment at least, she no longer loved him.

"I see," she said when he finished. "Well, Hal, if you can't overcome the problem, there's only two choices. You can have yourself locked up, or you can succumb to temptation. Perhaps it would be better if you just went on following your instincts."

Hal stared at her, puzzled. "You mean go on making it with young girls?" he said. Brenda nodded. "But, Brenda, I can't trust myself around Debby. I'm likely to do it again. And what about you? How could you stand being my wife and knowing what I'm doing?"

Brenda shrugged. She seemed so cool, beyond shock and anger. "I'll take care of myself," she said. "As for Debby, it doesn't matter now. The damage is done. She seems to like making love to you, so there's no problem."

Hal shook his head, not believing things could be solved so easily. He couldn't believe Brenda could be so generous. "I don't understand," he said. "Will you stay with me, not divorce me?"

Brenda's face lit with unholy glee. "Of course I'll stay with you, darling," she said. "I need somebody to pay the bills."

Hal was beginning to catch on. "And when you said you'd take care of yourself," he said, "You meant you'd do whatever you please? Make it with other men?"

"That's right," said Brenda with that strange smile that chilled his blood. "I'll do whatever I please, and you'll pay the bills. That's the price you'll pay for ruining my daughter and for me keeping quiet about it. I could have you arrested, Hal, put in the slams. Think about it, and make your choice."

Hal moaned quietly. He saw it all now. Brenda despised him for what he'd done, but she saw the advantages for herself. She'd never have to work again, never have to lift a finger. She could indulge herself completely. Hal would just have to take it, if he didn't want trouble with the police. Well, it wasn't all bad. It was better than being in jail or the psycho ward, and he'd still have Debby. In fact he'd have two women, mother and daughter, which was not such a bad deal at all.

"All right," he said. "I'll do as you say, Brenda."

Her smile faded. "Good," she said. "That's very wise of you, Hal. Just remember – I do anything I want, and no objections from you."

Hal nodded sadly. He'd have to endure sharing his wife with other men.

"All right," said Brenda, "the first thing I want is for you to make love to me. You'll do it my way. You can start by undressing me."

Hal eagerly leaped to obey. He found he was getting off on this weird reversal of roles, with Brenda ordering him around. It was a relief, in fact. He didn't have to make any decisions. That dark-haired beauty with the ice-cold face would be making all his decisions for him.

Brenda stood beside the bed while he carefully removed her shirt and jeans and bra and panties. He found her more exciting than ever. As he unhooked her bra and her lovely creamy breasts sloped gently into place, he began to feel hot excitement. He reached out to touch the big warm globes, but Brenda stopped him.

"Not yet," she said. "I didn't tell you to touch me."

"Sorry," said Hal.