One clause in a contract. One overlooked signature.
And everything dad had—his home, his wife, his bed—became mine.
He thought it was symbolic. Temporary.
He didn’t realize it was permanent.
Now she sleeps next to me, plugged full of my release.
She doesn’t say no.
She doesn’t even flinch when I take her—half-asleep, on the kitchen counter, or right in front of him.
She doesn’t beg for forgiveness.
She begs for more.
And he just watches.
Because this isn’t a marriage anymore.
It’s a quiet war. And I already won.
This short, high-heat story
Age gapStep dynamicCuckold themesPsychological freeuse power playPregnancy and breeding kinkSleep usePublic/witnessed scenesCasual control with no apologyA soft ending for the one who surrenderedAnd no redemption for the one who didn’t