All Chapters of Daddy's Secret: A Collection of Forbidden Stories: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

The house was quiet. Mark had left early for a three-day work trip. His wife, Sienna, stayed behind. She was thirty-one, thick in the right places heavy breasts that strained against her bra and a big, round ass that filled out whatever she wore. Tonight she had gone to bed in only a thin bra and soft pajama pants, the kind that clung to her curves. She left the bedroom door slightly open.Around midnight, footsteps came down the hall. It was her brother-in-law, Tyler. He was twenty-nine, taller than Mark, broader in the shoulders, and had been staying in the guest room for the week while he looked for a new place. Tyler paused at the open door and looked inside.Sienna lay on her stomach, face turned toward the wall, breathing slow and even. The soft pants hugged her fat ass, the fabric stretched tight across each cheek. Tyler stood there for a long moment just watching. He stepped closer to the bed, quiet. He leaned down and listened. Her breathing stayed steady. He reached out and

Mark came home two days later. The house returned to its normal rhythm. Meals together and quiet evenings. Sienna smiled when she was supposed to and answered when she was spoken to. On the outside everything looked fine.Inside, her body remembered. Every time Tyler walked past her heat gathered low in her stomach. Every time she saw the way his hands moved, she thought about how those same hands had gripped her thick ass and held her open. At night she lay beside her husband and stayed wet, thinking about the deep, heavy thrusts that had filled her while Mark was gone.On the third evening after Mark’s return, Sienna was in the kitchen cleaning up after dinner. Mark sat in the dining room scrolling on his phone. Tyler walked in from the hallway, headed toward the dining table. He didn’t look at her. He moved like she wasn’t there.Sienna’s fingers tightened on the dish towel.She stepped into the dining room doorway. Her voice came out low.“I want you.” She said.Mark didn’t look

The next night Claire didn’t even pretend she was only there to swim. She walked through the side gate a little after eleven. Grant was already in the water, waiting in the deep end. The moment she stepped in, he moved toward her.He didn’t waste time with words. He pulled her against him, kissed her hard, and untied her bikini top. His hands covered her heavy breasts right away, squeezing and rolling her nipples until she moaned into his mouth. He pushed her bikini bottoms down and let them float away. His fingers slid between her legs and found her already wet.Grant turned her around, bent her forward against the pool wall, and pushed his cock inside her in one deep thrust. Claire’s hands gripped the edge. He started fucking her hard from the first stroke. Strong, full thrusts that made her thick ass bounce against him. Water splashed around their bodies. The wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of her mixed with the soft slap of skin.He kept that same deep rhythm for a long

Cole stayed inside her for a while after he finished. Elena could still feel him pulsing. His breathing slowly evened out against her neck. When he finally pulled out, a thick trickle of his cum followed and ran down the inside of her thigh.He didn’t say anything at first. He just stood up, walked back to his table, and picked up a brush like nothing had happened. Elena stayed on the couch, her legs still open, body flushed and messy. She watched him mix paint on the palette.“Stay exactly like that,” he said without looking up. “Don’t clean up.”She did. The cool air of the studio touched the wetness between her legs. Cole painted in silence for several minutes, eyes moving between her body and the canvas. The only sounds were the soft drag of the brush and her own uneven breathing.After a while he set the brush down, wiped his hands, and came back to the couch. He didn’t speak. He simply knelt between her thighs, pushed them wider, and put his mouth on her.Elena’s back arched. H

Cole set the brush down and looked at Elena for a long time. She was still on the table, legs open, body marked and messy from everything they had already done. Something in his expression had sharpened. He walked to a drawer, pulled out a dark strip of soft cloth, and came back to her.Elena’s eyes followed his hands. “What’s happening?”He didn’t answer.He leaned over her and tied the dark cloth carefully around her head, covering her eyes completely. The world went black. She could only hear his breathing and the soft sound of his feet on the floor. Her heart beat faster.Cole’s hands closed around her wrists. He pulled her up from the table and guided her a few steps. She felt the edge of the couch against her thighs. He turned her around, pressed her forward, and bent her over so her chest rested on the cushions. Her ass was raised and facing him. He kept hold of both her wrists, pinning them together at the small of her back.She felt the thick head of his cock rub between her