All Chapters of Cheat On Him With Daddy: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The triplets arrived on a rainy Thursday, three weeks earlier than the specialists had projected but healthy and strong. Emma labored in the private suite they had prepared, collared the entire time, with Jax on one side of the bed and Marcus on the other. When it was finished and the three newborns had been examined, cleaned, and settled into the temporary bassinet cluster in the adjoining room under the night nurse’s care, Emma lay exhausted and empty for the first time in nearly a year.The emptiness lasted less than six hours.She woke in the dim light of the master bedroom with the familiar, rising ache already coiling low in her pelvis. Her belly was soft and loose now, the skin still marked by the dense map of stretch marks, her breasts engorged and leaking heavily. The heavy steel collar remained locked at her throat. She turned her head and found both men watching her.“I need it,” she whispered. “Please. I can’t stay empty. Not even for a day.”Marcus sat on the edge of the

The decision was formalized on a quiet weekday morning after the older children had left for school and the younger ones were with the day nurse in the far wing of the house.Emma knelt in the center of the living room, naked except for the heavy steel collar that had not left her throat in years. The early curve of her newest pregnancy was already visible soft but unmistakable. Milk beaded at her pierced nipples and occasionally slipped down the underside of her breasts. She kept her hands open on her thighs, eyes lowered, the short leash trailing across the floor between her knees.Jax stood in front of her. Marcus circled slowly behind.“From today,” Jax said, “the structure changes permanently. You are no longer a woman who sometimes serves and sometimes wears clothes for practicality. You are a full-time stay-at-home breeding slave. These are the new house rules.”He spoke them clearly, without hurry.“You will remain naked inside the house at all times unless we dress you for a

The invitation had been extended through the same carefully vetted circle that had already acknowledged their dynamic. An exclusive, members-only underground club invitation only, strict confidentiality, no phones, no outsiders. The kind of place where collars were common, contracts were understood, and a heavily pregnant, lactating slave on a leash drew appreciation rather than questions.Jax and Marcus prepared Emma with deliberate precision.She was dressed in a long, dark coat that concealed everything until they chose to reveal it. Beneath it she wore nothing except the heavy steel collar, the dual-name tag, a short leash already attached, and the thick plug they had seated before leaving the house. Her breasts were engorged from the evening milking having been deliberately delayed; milk already beaded at the pierced nipples and would leak freely once the coat came off. The curve of her current pregnancy was unmistakable. The addiction had been fed just enough on the drive to kee

The final documents were prepared by the same private attorney who had handled the divorce years earlier. Everything was listed with clinical precision: the residual accounts still in Emma’s name, the small investment portfolio that had survived from her previous life, the modest property interest she had never fully surrendered, and every remaining digital asset tied to her old identity. There was nothing dramatic left most of her financial independence had already been eroded or redirected but the last threads still existed. Today they would be cut.Emma knelt naked in the center of the living-room floor, collared, the soft post-birth curve of her abdomen resting between her thighs. Milk beaded at her nipples and occasionally dripped onto the towel placed beneath her. The short leash lay coiled in Jax’s hand. Marcus stood to her right with the tablet containing the transfer authorizations.“This is the last of it,” Marcus said. “Once you sign, you will have no independent accounts,

The neighbor’s name was Helen. She lived two doors down, a divorced woman in her early forties who had always been politely friendly exchanging brief waves, accepting the occasional package, commenting on the size of the family when she saw the children in the yard under the nanny’s supervision. She had never been inside the house. She had never seen the collar.That changed on a humid weekday afternoon when the older children were at school and the younger ones were with the nursing team in the far wing.Emma had been sent naked to the open-plan kitchen to prepare a simple late lunch, collared, plugged, and already leaking thin streams of milk from the morning’s delayed session at the station. The full-time rules left her uncovered inside the house. Jax stood behind her, one hand on the soft curve of her post-birth belly, the other reaching around to tug a nipple ring while she tried to keep chopping vegetables. Marcus sat at the island watching, already hard.Neither of them heard t