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An Open Mind | Zigurat | 5

 

Stacey was struck dumb, suddenly unable to lie about the situation, but Jeff rallied, attempting to defend their actions. “Look, it’s not as simple as that, we…”

“Shut up and drive, prick” You snap angrily at him. His mouth continues to move but his voice disappears. His eyes look panicked but as though controlled by a string; his head turns, faces front and he drives in silence. You marvel at another example of someone doing exactly what they are told, seemingly against their will. You have never encountered anything like this before and you turn your attention back to your wife Stacey.

“Talk bitch” you command her.

“You were always working, I got bored and I don’t love you. I don’t think I ever did. I just stayed with you for the money” She says, then clamps her hands over her mouth in a desperate attempt to shut herself up. You feel the anger draining away, being replaced by other feelings – hurt and rejection. All those years, three beautiful daughters... You blink, pausing your thoughts and feelings for a moment. Are they yours? Do you even want to know? You think about it for a moment and, with a shake of your head, decide that it is a pointless question. You raised them; you've been their father since day one. Genetically, it doesn't matter. Maybe. A lurid thought ran through your mind, an image of each lovely daughter - the youngest had turned eighteen before you had entered the hospital and they were all home, their three months of summer vacation having just started - grinding atop your thick pole with abandon.

I don't have to know now, you think, returning your attention to your wife and her - lover. Your lip curls at the image. A mooch, a lecher, your blood begins to boil knowing that Jeff had been around your precious little girls. First things first, you think. But what should I do to him? And what about Stacey? The bitch has fucked around for years. The first pussy you ever fucked. You smile, recalling the memories. God, she was a tight bitch.

"Jeff," you say impulsively, grinning. "Tell me the truth. Is Stacey is tight as she used to be?"

"Uh," Jeff began squeamishly as your wife gasped, shocked at your question. "N-no, not - not really."

"What?" the silver-blond-haired woman screeched, her green eyes bulging incredulously.

"Stacey's always been a little," he grimaced, "Well, more than a little loose for me. Someone s-stretched her out before me."

"You prick!" Jeff's lover screamed, slapping his face with a loud crack. "You told me I was the tightest fuck of your live!"

His cheeks burned bright red, his mouth clamped shut.

"Was she?" you ask with a smirk.

"Y-yes," he said, his voice shaking and hunching his shoulders in humiliation.

"Hah!" you laugh. "Never fucked a virgin, eh? Or is your dick that small?"

"Yes," Jeff admitted, shaking and wishing he were somewhere else.

"Yes to which?"

"Both," he said in a small voice. A thought clicks on your mind. He hasn't touched any of your girls - unless they've slept around on their own before him. You don't think it's possible - you raised them better than that, especially with the reminder that your eldest was born less than nine months after the wedding - but the three girls are over eighteen and adults, possibly even taking after their mother's adulterous attitude.

"Have you slept with any of my daughters?" you ask, your voice growing dangerous. "Is my wife the only reason you're always around my home?"

"No, I haven't! I swear!" Jeff cried in fear. "I haven't touched'em!"

"Did you want to?" you say, your eyes narrowed suspiciously, glad the perv hasn't dared to soil your delectable trio. You glance at your wife and see her own face taut with worry and suspicion.

"Yes," he admitted though clenched teeth after several long, agonizing minutes.

"You bastard!" Stacey cried, suddenly swing her hands wildly at his head. The car veers as Jeff tries to steer the Mercedes while enduring the crazed barrage.

"Sit down, Stacey!" you bark not wanting to die in a car crash so soon from escaping the hospital, the strange new power aside. Your wife sits back in her seat, scowling angrily at her - former? - lover.

"I'll get you for that later," she seethed in a tight, vengeful voice.

"We'll both," you say, reminding her that you two are still married. "Make you suffer, Jeff."

 

How shall Jeff suffer?

 
 
 

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