Partner in Crime Pt. 01: Lexi Ch. 04

I didn't feel great about myself the next day. I'd sent my wife off to try to build a more permanent relationship with her girlfriend. All the other reasons I'd given her had seemed valid at the time. Now, my brain no longer pickled in a chemical storm of arousal, I wasn't sure. Had I really just wanted her out of the way so I could play with Lexi? And no matter what words we exchanged, Del would assume, at least in part, that I was planting the early seeds of divorce. I didn't want a divorce. I really only imagined a future where we were together. I think.

Lexi was a typical eighteen-year-old. She'd come through the chaotic years of her teens and emerged ready to explore and define her sexuality. And there I was, ready to take her hand and lead her into the depravity that I longed for. There's a reason we wait until young women are eighteen. Girls are so easily influenced, so helpless to their desires that they set aside their own self-interest to fulfill them. Eighteen was such an arbitrary number. Was Lexi ready? Was the woman she was becoming the one that she was meant to, or some pornified version created out of my sex starved mind? Add to that the two hours we'd spent talking after I kicked Brit off the call. We liked each other. What if she fell in love with me? What if I did?

One interesting thing that came out of our conversation was her hesitant confession, "Brit knows about us."

"I figured. She doesn't miss much."

"So, you're ok with that? I think she's kind of happy about it."

"You don't think it will make her jealous?" It was a calculated question. She gave a little jolt. She sensed Brit's interest in me, too. I bailed her out. "You know she's got a little crush on you."

The relief on her face was pretty obvious. "Oh, please. She just needs us all to prove we're ok with the whole lez thing."

"Who is this 'all' you're referring to?" I teased.

She blushed. "Fuck. Can we just erase the last two minutes?"

"You've never had sex with her?"

"No. I'm not going to do something like that just to prove a point. It's supposed to mean something, you know?" She thought about what she'd just said and got even redder.

"You'd do it if I told you to." It wasn't a question.

She bit her lip. "Yes."

"I'm not going to tell you to sleep with Brit. I have always wanted to try a threesome, however, so don't think you're completely off the hook." We'd have to see how long it took her to confess watching my sex tape. "Stay home from school Monday." I had a pretty light day; I could clear the whole thing if needed. "I'm going to come over and fuck you so raw your pussy may never recover."

She nodded. "Yes, sir."

Then there was Brit. I'd heard that longing in her voice, the desire to be ordered around. She'd told me what she needed. Sure, it had been in the guise of telling me what Lexi needed, but I'd seen this before. Her mother had leaned on me to help her accept sexual urges she wasn't sure about. Brit needed the same thing. Who better than her father to reassure her that her yearnings were normal and ok? If that included wanting me, how did I deal with that? Rejecting her would brand her feelings as perverse. Was that worse than the alternative? I just hoped it wouldn't come to that.

She'd sent me a video of her assignment from the night before. The boy was definitely pretty, chest muscles and abs that almost surely were the result of steroids. I'd played football, I knew what could and couldn't be done without them at his age. The hairlessness of his body also suggested the type of vanity that would drive a kid his age to PID's. The text of the message was a simple, "Do you see what I have to deal with?"

She was holding the phone aimed at him as he knelt between her legs. "You going to fuck me, or what?"

"Are you sure we have to film it?"

"I told you that's the deal. Put that thick cock in me. Just be gentle, you're so big." He wasn't all that big, naturally. He did position himself and lifted her hips up enough that he could sink into her. He hadn't bothered to be gentle. That was fair, I guess. "Un, fuck, yes, that feels so good," she gasped at him. I always liked fucking in this position, the woman's arch stretching out her torso in a way that was always sexy. I think this guy was Aaron, a former star running back from her school. He was enjoying the view, too. A bit too much.

"You're so fucking hot, Brittany. Your pussy -- feels -- so good." He was cumming.

"You did not just cum in my pussy." Brit sounded pretty pissed.

"Sorry, you're just so tight. I couldn't help it. Just give me a minute."

"What the fuck, dude?" She turned the phone so I could see her face and rolled her eyes. "Go down on me for a while, we need to give you time to build up some sperm in those balls."

She turned the phone back on Aaron. He didn't want to go down on her. "I'm still hard, we can just--."

"Do what you're fucking told." I laughed. Definitely her mother's girl. He did it. After a minute, Brit asked, "What are you doing?"

He looked up, confused. "What do you mean?"

She made a frustrated noise. "Your sister eats pussy better than you. Can you just lick me right here?" She moved the camera down to show her other hand, a finger to either side spreading her labia, her middle finger retracting her hood to show the shiny round bead underneath. "I'm so worked up; this will be the easiest orgasm you ever gave someone." He did as he was told. I could tell it was working when the camera wandered off target to record her leg. She started gasping, dropping the phone. "That's it. Just like that." She let out a moan through clenched teeth that lasted twenty seconds. There was thrashing and a few more moans, then she said, "Ok, stop, stop. That was more like it." She found the phone and pointed it at her face, mouthing, "Sorry."

"That was really hot. He crawled up her body, kissing as he went. The camera kind of lost track of him. "Can we try again?"

"Yeah, but fuck it up again and I'm showing this whole thing to your mother." The edge was off her voice, but I still think he took the threat seriously. After about a minute fucking her missionary, the camera held out at arm's length by Brit to capture what she could, he pulled out and crawled up to kneel beside her head.

"God, I love your cock." Brit kissed it. "Here, you film it. This is going to be so hot." She turned her head to the side, pulling her ear to expose the side of her neck. I shook my head. There would be no hiding this from her mother. Aaron did a decent job of holding the camera, his semen squirting out onto her like one of those mustard bottles when you finally squeezed hard enough to break the clog. I was a little jealous. Brit made sexy, encouraging noises, then took a finger and spread the stuff all over behind her ear and along her hair line. "Ok, you can go away now."

"Can we fuck again? I'll cum wherever you want."

"Fine." Brit took the phone and kissed the camera before stopping the recording.

I messaged her, "I guess that guy has never had to work very hard at it."

She didn't respond for several hours, probably still sleeping it off. "Yeah. Always wanted to try him, kind of prefered the fantasy. Sooo pretty, tho, right?"

"I have an assignment for you. Are you home?"

"yup"

"Make me an omelet and coffee and bring it to my office."

"wtf?"

"What happened to 'Tell me what to do, please'?" I was mostly teasing. And hungry.

"where is mom?"

"Out." There was a lot to settle before we looped Brit into the new arrangement.

"I'll do it when I get up."

"Deal. I'll tell you who I want you to fuck next when I'm full."

She walked into my office with an undercooked omelet in almost exactly the amount of time it takes to undercook an omelet. I toyed with the idea of sending her back to try again, but she looked tired and hung over.

I took a bite and a careful sip of steaming coffee. It was good at least; Keurig is a wonderful invention. "I want you to have an affair with Uncle Mike." He wasn't actually her uncle, but had been around her whole life and was the closest thing she had to a father figure that wasn't me.

"You want me to fuck Uncle Mike?" She was pretty incredulous.

"I want you to have an affair with him. Two plus times a week until I say stop." Mike had probably made more women orgasm than I've talked to. He was the definitive anti-Aaron.

"Isn't he huge?"

I laughed. It wasn't exactly a secret. "Biggest I've ever seen in person."

"Fuck, ok. What if he doesn't want do it?" I gave her a pointed look. We both laughed. "Ok, but you never know, maybe he has a groin injury." She surprised me again. Groin injury was our code for STD, something Mike had struggled with when he was younger. One of the down sides of a huge dick was that it put way more stress on everything involved. More broken condoms, more micro tears in the flesh. More promiscuous women wanting to go for a ride on Mike's trike. He'd done a stint in porn in his late twenties and learned how to avoid the worst of it, but it was still a running joke between us. "You're going to watch, right?"

I hadn't thought about that. Of course, she would want me to watch. But if she was performing for me, she wouldn't be channeling her 'daddy' energy into him. "I want to watch one a week. I don't want you to worry about performing for me every time, so just focus on pleasing him and learning from him the other times."

"Ok. This is going to be so weird." I could see her brain whirling, already planning out how she would seduce him. I should have known this project would fail. She'd been genuine in her question about his size. She didn't know he was huge because she'd never taken the time to track down his porn, which wasn't all that difficult a task. If she wasn't interested enough in him to even feel curious, she wasn't going to feel much when she was with him. I missed that at the time and, because I was feeling guilty about misleading her about the purpose of setting her up with Mike, I told her about my Monday plan with Lexi.

"I'm not sure how to share it with you, though." I was almost completely comfortable with letting her watch, and I didn't want her to miss it when Lexi had her first orgasm around my dick.

She bit her lip, considering something. "Be right back." She left my office and turned into my bedroom, returning a moment later and handing me a black plastic cube with a round lens on the side. "This is an IP camera, meaning it connects to our wifi and lets me control it with my phone."

"You watched us last night?" I wasn't able to keep the annoyance out of my voice.

Her face made an apologetic cringe. "Sorry. It's just sexier if you don't know I'm watching. Mom was super-hot, though. This camera was sixteen bucks. It's ok, but I ordered a better one with audio, zoom, night-vision, the works."

"So, you couldn't hear us?"

"No. Are you guys ok? It looked like you guys were doing great, then she just left, dressed like that?"

I reached out and touched her cheek. "We're in a really good place, I think. You don't have to worry about us, we've been at this a long time." I looked at the camera. "This is just ok?"

"Yeah. If you get it positioned just right it will work, though."

"Anyplace around here that sells the better ones?"

"Yeah, just hella expensive that way."

"Want to go shopping?" There were some other things I wanted to get before Monday as well.

"Yesss. Give me ten to get ready." She darted off.

"Brit." I called after her. She stopped and looked at me. "Take thirty. And wear a skirt." The smile she gave me was huge. I wondered if I could get her to wear less revealing sleepwear if I pretended it turned me on?

Brit had a real flair for dressing sexy. She didn't have a style, just tailored it to her audience. She could do anything from girl next door to goth death metal and look like she lived in it. She showed up dressed for success a little over a half an hour later. She'd chosen a white denim skirt with frayed edges and a pair of tennies that showed off the long stretch of her bare legs in between. She paired it with a loose-fitting tank with see through lace that dropped dangerously low on her bare breasts underneath. She looked every bit the college girl ready to spend some serious amount of her parent's money.

She did a little twirl for me. "Do you like?"

I did. "You've grown into such a beautiful woman." She actually blushed.

I'm notoriously bad at shopping. I don't have the patients and typically just buy the first thing that seems like it will work. That results, mostly, in me being forbidden to shop. We got to the specialty electronics store and she said, "Ok, try not to talk. Just play along. We're using my 'college fund' I assume?"

Del made pretty good money, enough that I didn't have to work. That hadn't always been the case, but when we'd made the decision, fairly early in our marriage, to focus on her career, I had decided I needed a hedge against the divorce that seemed a real possibility at the time. I started funneling money into a private account. It wasn't much at first, but after ever increasing contributions and over a decade of investment and it was a sizable amount of money. Brit had learned of it at thirteen when I'd had to use it to clear up a misunderstanding between her and the management of Macy's over the ownership of a piece of clothing. I'd sent her to school with no makeup for a month as punishment. Del never found out.

Once I got over my fear of being a single man with half a degree and no job experience, I'd started to think of the money as a second college fund for Brit. She wasn't likely to need her legitimate college fund, so spending it like this was the best use for it.

The shop was typical of the archaic stores left over from the pre-internet days. They had more shelf space than inventory, hadn't updated anything since the nineties, and had a sole, bored-looking employee behind a glass case with a register on top of it. He was all over Brit as soon as we walked in. I just smiled and acted disinterested. I couldn't follow half of what they talked about, anyway. The other half, well ...

She never came out and said I was her sugar daddy, but she implied it with a wink or a smile about seven times. I traveled a lot, so we'd decided to put camera's all over the apartment I was paying for. She was so detailed it was amazing, like this wasn't a story made up on a whim but one she was actually living it. She described her shower and why she needed a waterproof solution. She talked about the poor lighting in her bedroom. The items we were purchasing just kept piling up. She even hinted that she'd need help getting it all set up, asking him what details he'd need to 'make sure it was all working'. I felt a little sorry for the guy. Maybe I shouldn't have, it was probably the most fun he'd had at work in a year.

"Brian, honey, it's your turn."

I walked over and looked at the collection of items. The bill was over seven hundred dollars. "Can't we get all this cheaper over the internet?" I knew this part of my role at least.

"Brian, don't be so cheap. Ryan works on commission, and he's been such a big help." She was looking right at him the whole time she spoke, like I wasn't even in the room.

I did some quick math. If he was fifteen percent, it would be just over a hundred dollars. I tried to adjust that for taxes, but my usual bad shopping practices kicked in. "How about you give it to us at cost and I give you a hundred, cash?"

"One-twenty?"

"Deal."

Brit stepped close, her face full of mischief. "Thank you, Daddy." She tiptoed up and gave me a very undaughterly kiss.

We got out of there for around four hundred, which really wasn't bad. Brit was quiet in the car. "Do you know how all that stuff works?"

"Yeah. I think so." She was distracted.

"What's up?"

She looked at me, smiled, then looked down. "Just a freak moment, I guess."

"What do you mean?"

I waited while she searched for words. "I kissed you, you know, just fucking around. But then, doing it in front of the guy, him having no idea I'm your daughter. I just got way more turned on by it then I expected."

And here we were at this subject again. I'd just be honest. "It turned me on, too."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Mostly because my whole life has been about giving you and your mother what you need, making you happy." I smiled at her. She smiled back. "I can tell that you're stressed about this. But me being ok with whatever is going on in that head of yours seems to be what you need." I wanted to lighten the mood. "Plus, you're sexy as hell dressed like that. Now tell me what I just spent four hundred dollars on."

Short version is cameras. Lots of cameras. Several of them ran on batteries, one of them with a lens so small you could film through a key hole. Most of them were powered by a network cable that would run back to a black piece of hardware she called a switch. She even got one to put in her shower for when her friends stayed over. "They can be secured individually or in groups, so we can shut them off if we want privacy."

"And you can install all of this?"

She shrugged. "That's why they made YouTube." I'm pretty sure it wasn't, but I got her point.

Her eyes got really big when I pulled up to our next stop. "I've always wanted to go in here."

'Here' was one of the few remaining sex shops in the city. It doubled as a head shop, sex toys being about the last thing people wanted to buy in person. "I thought Lexi needed something more suited than her makeup brush."

The store seemed sad to me. It had been so much more vibrant the first time I'd been in there, the death of retail not yet the forgone conclusion it is now. Many of the toys were now more suited to the stoner types that frequented the shop. Think locally-sourced, grass-fed beef, except as a dildo. Brit didn't seem to mind, running around excitedly and picking up nearly every item in the store. I found what I'd come for fairly quickly.

I'd seen it advertised on their web site, a black collar of fairly thin leather, a sinching strap on it that would let me pull it as tight as I wanted. It didn't even have a warning label. Three delicate silver chains dangled from what would be the front. They could be swapped out for more purposeful implements, but nipple clamps and nose rings seemed more like a third date kind of thing. It was more decorative than anything, but sent a message about the nature of our relationship. I bought her earrings with the same pattern of chains.

I think Brit had forgotten about me. She was chattering excitedly with the girl behind the counter. "Brit, a hand please?"

"Sorry, be right back," she told the salesperson and walked over. "What's up, daddio?"

I laughed. "Why do you keep calling me that?"

She scoffed. "Because I keep starting to call you daddy, but that feels creepy, so I add the O."

"Daddy is fine. It's cute."

She smiled. "Ok, daddy. We're looking at butt plugs, I guess?" we were standing in front of a fairly limited display.

"Yeah. I know nothing about them."

"Some of these are just ridiculous." I didn't disagree. There was one as big around as a can of soda and looked like one of those bombs they dropped in world war two. "I think this one." She picked up a small one that looked like stainless steel, a fake jewel on the end. I'd seen them in enough cam girls.

"Isn't that kind of small?"

"I don't know. It's mostly about having something in there, right?"

That was probably the case. I'd just make Lexi order bigger ones if she needed them. "Ok. You see anything you just had to have?"

"Yeah, come here." She led me back to the counter, pointing at a collection of electronic toys.

I'd seen most of them before in one place or another. Pink devices with antennae that would dangle out of the girl's pussy. Domed contraptions that the man would fuck into and the woman on the other end of the call would feel from a complementary device. I'd wasted a lot of money on junky sex toys over the years. "Are any of these any good?" I asked the girl with a raised eyebrow.