Miracle on Slutty 4th Street Ch. 12

(This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. For fans of my stories, they know what kinds of things to expect. This story deals with similar themes as the stories by wannabeboytoy, seducedHylas, and Dark Betrayal, namely cheating, betrayal, and heartbreak. If stuff like that isn't your cup of tea, then you probably shouldn't bother reading it. I do not condone any of these actions in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy.)

(An additional note. We're at the epilogue, which means that these stories aren't so self-contained anymore. I will be giving endings for the characters that appeared throughout this tale across four epilogues. In this second epilogue, I'm covering the fate of the Calvorson's. So, this epilogue the characters from Chapters 2, 5, and 4, in that order. So, if you're looking to see the endings for Dale and the wicked carolers, Colin and the gold digger Rachel, or Connor, his grandmother Polly, and his mother Penelope, proceed onwards. And finally, in terms of themes, although this epilogue is posted in the 'Reluctance' category, some of it features characters from a chapter that centered on INCEST. And because part of this epilogue examines their fate after said act, don't be surprised to see a bit more INCEST in this chapter as well...)

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(Chapter 12)

(Epilogue 2)

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For some, like old Bruce, the changes that were emanating from this evolved version of Christmas encouraged their already existing bad behavior, strengthening their place on the naughty list for good. But for some, the events of the previous Christmas were the beginning of something, the beginning of their descent towards the naughty. For some, who'd lived their life on the nice list for so long, this caused major upheaval. And if you want to see an example of how this new Christmas can completely upend people's lives and completely change the trajectory of not only one destiny, but many destinies, all you have to do is look at the Calvorsons.

Dale Calvorson tried his best to make up for the huge mistake he'd made last Christmas. He'd always been a loyal, truthful, honest type of guy, so he was still in disbelief that he'd actually done what he'd done. He'd cheated on his wife! He'd betrayed their marriage! And it wasn't like he'd fallen for someone, caught feelings for her, and slowly fallen in love with her. There was nothing emotional about it. No, two gorgeous teasing young minxes showed up at his mother's house while everyone else was out, and he'd fucked them both. He could still barely understand how it had happened.

It all just went so fast. One minute, those girls were standing in front of him, singing in the cold. The next, he was up in his old bedroom, having sex with the both of them! How did things go so far? He remembered how they looked so stunningly gorgeous in their winter wear, their good looks standing out in the cold, as did their perfect bodies. They were singing with their pretty, sexy voices. Then, they changed the words in the Christmas songs they were singing, warping them to fit their needs. Then, they got closer and closer, too close for comfort, close enough for their words to affect him. Close enough for them to flash their massive breasts at him, weakening his defenses. They closed in around him before he knew it, and by the time he regathered himself, it was too late. He had fucked both of these evil little minxes, and they had video evidence of the indecent act. They had him by the balls, and because of that, they'd extorted money out of him, both for themselves and the Church who sent them. It was only then that they left, leaving their numbers behind in case he wanted to make contact again.

Obviously, he would never be doing that. It was insane for them to even think he would do so. He wasn't a foolish man. What he'd done with them... it was an aberration. A weak moment. Nothing more. He would not be making the same mistake again.

Dale gave no outward sign of his inner conflict. He carried on as if all was normal, and since he wasn't exactly an emotive individual, no one suspected that anything was off. He carried on as if all was normal, and for the most part it was. He did his best to push the memories of that day away, trying not to dwell on it and drive himself crazy. But sometimes, late in the evening when he was tired and worn down, at home with his wife, another night in the doldrums of his dull domestic existence, his attention would be drawn elsewhere, images from that fateful morning flashing across his mind's eye. The things those girls did... the things they said... their faces... their bodies. Their perfect asses... their massive breasts. In these moments, despite his anguish, his cock would lurch in his pants, and the events of that day would just for a minute not seem so bad. And for a split second, he would almost consider calling them up, the thought of reliving that day too tempting to resist. But then Dale would catch himself, stamping these thoughts down, refocusing on the task at hand, reminding himself that no matter how pleasurable that all seemed in the moment, it was not worth all this guilt.

He recommitted himself to his family, hoping to make up for the betrayal he had taken part of. He tried to push himself out of his comfort zone and do things that his wife and daughter would enjoy. Dale wasn't known to be the most gregarious guy in the world, so being forced to be a bit more outgoing was a good thing. He typically didn't have a lot of patience for things that he wasn't super interested in, so it took a bit of effort for him, but considering what he'd done, he knew he had to try.

With his wife Paula, he volunteered to go along with her to this big crafting convention she'd always wanted to go to. He'd always begged off or found some reason to say no. But he tagged along, pretending to be interested, and despite his earlier protests to it, he actually ended up having a good time, gaining some knowledge he knew he'd never use but was nonetheless somewhat interesting.

With his daughter Tricia, it took a bit more work. Their relationship had been a bit more fraught than it used to be, as she had grown up and gotten a little more difficult. Sure, she didn't have the best time with school and fitting in with her peers, he understood that. And she blamed a lot of that on Dale's cheapness and not giving her the childhood she could have had. And to be honest, it was probably fair. He'd devoted his time his and his funds into growing his business and making it even better, and his family at times may have taken a backseat. Considering that he'd rewarded the two sluts who'd made his daughter's teenage life hell by giving them more money in one go than he'd ever given to Tricia... he realized he had a debt to pay.

So, he made a special trip up to visit his daughter at her college. As not to embarrass her by just showing up, he called her and let her know he was coming. They met for lunch, and there he talked to her like the adult she was now. For the first time, he opened up, admitted to his failings with Tricia. Not all his failings, of course. He was taking the Lucy and Kenzie thing to his grave if he could. But, he admitted he hadn't always done the best job with her, but he thought he was doing his best at the time. It was an emotional lunch. Tricia, normally sour and combative, actually cried, and he did too. At the end, he cut her a sizable check, telling her to have fun, but not too much fun, and hopefully they could have a new beginning. She was very happy with this gesture, beyond just the monetary gain, and strangely enough, they were in a better place now than they were before his Christmas mistake.

Beyond that, he threw himself into his work, taking his mind off his guilt and regret. He hoped against hope that the threat that Lucy and Kenzie made, holding the evidence of his infidelity against him going forward and using it to bleed him dry, was just that. A threat. That it was all some big game for them, and once they had their fun, they would just move on. And for a while, he felt vindicated in this thinking. He never heard from them, and he certainly never reached out to them. For a minute, he thought he was in the clear.

Then Lucy showed up at his office.

His offices were pretty nice while not being some overly modern, fancy place. His contracting business was pretty successful, so they wanted to use that to their advantage. They had some decently nice offices and computers for the designers to do their work, and they had a good group of folks in the shop to get stuff ready for whatever jobs they were working on. Dale had his own office, but he usually split his time between it and whatever worksite he was focusing on. He was a hard worker, and often, he'd be the last one in the offices to leave. This work ethic had served him well for a long time, but in this case, it worked against him.

Usually, he would take this last, quiet hour or so, catching up on emails, planning out schedules, stuff that was easier done with few distractions. He was enjoying the peace and quiet, always being one to savor the quiet moments in life, especially with so much chaos in his life recently. And that was why he was caught completely off guard when there was a knock at his open office door. He looked up, and he was almost in disbelief as he saw Lucy, one of the girls who'd been haunting his nightmares ever since Christmas.

"Wha..." Dale stammered, not believing what he was seeing.

"Hi!" the brunette said with a big grin, smiling and waving at the married man as she stepped into his office cautiously. She was dressed nicely, a lime green button up top and some slim dark jeans. The top struggled against the young woman's massive jugs, the material stretching around them, the buttons straining not to burst free. She was showing off a healthy amount of skin from her chest, including a hint of her juicy cleavage. The small cross hanging around her neck just coincidentally was lodged between her massive, perky breasts, pulling even more attention down to her cleavage.

A bunch of sensations went through Dale at once upon seeing her. Initially, a rush of excitement at seeing this young woman who'd brought him such pleasure. Just seeing her hot, clothed body in front of him again reminded him that he'd actually done the dirty deed with her, that he'd experienced the type of pleasure a body like that could provide.

Then, all the other emotions hit him like a freight train. The anger, the resentment, the boiling fury at what this little bitch and her friend had done to him and his marriage. The things they had said about his family, his wife and his daughter, the things they had pulled him into... he was quickly filled with anger at seeing her in his presence again.

"What are you doing here?" he said to her angrily, but she was undeterred as she stepped into his office and closed the door.

"Well, we hadn't heard from you for a while, so my boss wanted me to check in..." Lucy said. Dale shook his head.

"What are you talking about?" he said, baffled. "Why would I talk to you again?" At this, Lucy smiled, amused by his confusion.

"Well... we did make a deal," Lucy stated, as if the answer was obvious. "You did agree that you would be showing up to the church regularly, and making donations, and really devoting yourself to our cause. And hon... we haven't seen your handsome face anywhere!" she said in a friendly, teasing tone.

"I'm..." he began, looking at this young woman nervously. "I didn't think..."

"You didn't think we were serious?" she finished. "Yeah... afraid we are." She looked at him for a few moments, studying him, before laughing. "What, you think we're just two sluts wandering around, fucking married men for no reason?" Yeah, he did kind of think that. "Well, I mean, we probably would be doing that anyways, to be honest... but we do have a job to do..."

Casually, she stepped forward and sat down in the chair opposite his on the other side of his desk. He just watched her as she got comfortable in a place she didn't belong.

"My boss... she's an amazing woman. Like... she's so brilliant, and beautiful... she's the best. But... she does have a temper, and when she gets impatient... she gets upset. And I tell you, she has been on our ass lately about you. I keep trying to tell her that it's gonna take a while for you to accept how things have changed, that you love Kenzie and me more than your wife and daughter now, but... she just wouldn't listen!" she said, grinning, the arrogance in her untrue assertion making his blood boil. "So, I told her I'd come down here and make sure you show up this Sunday for services."

"What does it matter? Who cares if I show up to the fucking church?" he asked, crossly.

"You're an influential man, Dale, and our church LOVES influential men." she said, smiling. "You're a rich, successful, handsome man with this big nice office! You're one of the most notable men in Deerberg! Any group would love to have you on board, I'm sure. Our branch of the Church is new, so getting you on board would be huge for us," she stated. "And besides... if you're planning on donating large amounts of cash to our great Church going forward, I'd imagine you'd start wanting to do that in person, wouldn't you?" she said, a veiled threat behind a smile, letting him know that she expected his 'donations' to continue.

"I'm not gonna..." he began, stammering. "You shouldn't be here!" he said, angry at being confronted with the sins of his past. "Someone could see you!"

"All the more reason for you to show up to Church!" she stated. "If you did show up, I wouldn't have to come here to your place of business to get your head in the game." He stewed in his fury, unable to get his mind together. He was normally so in control, but with her and her friend, that went out the window. "And babe... you NEED to get your head in the game. My boss? She's brilliant, like I said, but she can be a real merciless cunt sometimes. She has the video of you... of us..." she said, looking into his eyes, letting the married man know that someone else had the footage of him cheating on his wife with Lucy and Kenzie. He boiled in his chair. "And she is not above blowing your life up if you don't play ball. So... I suggest you do..." the brunette urged him firmly.

His fingers curled into fists reflexively as he tried to process his fury. He was beyond angry at this little whore and her friend for injecting such chaos into his life. Jeopardizing his marriage... his family... everything he'd built himself to be. He could barely contain himself.

"How can you do this?" he asked, looking straight into her eyes, boiling with rage without raising his voice. "How could this be so easy for you, threatening my marriage like this?" Lucy looked back at him, unaffected by his anger. She simply grinned brilliantly.

"Why are you so upset?" she asked, as if the answer wasn't clear. "You had such a good time with us! Babe... you fucked the living daylights out of both of us! We could barely walk straight after that. Baby... you couldn't have asked for better pussy than ours. Two hot young sluts with perfect asses and huge tits. Two little whores who know exactly how to pleasure that big, hard cock of yours. When you're getting that... what can you be mad about? Looking at your wife, compared to us... I mean, c'mon!" she began, smiling.

At this, she stood up, and began walking around the desk. Despite his fury, he could only watch her approach, and despite himself, his eyes noticed her huge boobs jiggling beneath her top. Before he could react, she pushed his chair back and spun it slightly. Before he could do anything, she planted her ass in his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck, her knees to the side, sitting on him like she was sitting on Santa's lap.

"Oooooo..." she moaned softly, feeling his bulge pressing against her ass. He was only semi-hard, but he wouldn't stay in this halfway state for long.

"You need to leave..." he said, tempering his anger as best as he could, keeping his hands down, away from this teasing minx.

"Why are you upset?" she asked quietly, smiling, undeterred. She puffed her chest out, drawing his eyes to her smooth cleavage, the light glimmering off the cross nestled there. The flesh of her mammoth breasts... they looked so massive. So smooth. So soft. He couldn't believe he'd gotten his hands on such perfection. And being so close to her... he could smell her. God, she smelled good, that unmistakable girlish scent. His mind flooded with memories from their previous encounter. "You had such a good time before. Like... you fucked me balls deep and came inside of me! I think that means you like me, babe. A lot! And, like... you did rim my ass! Haha! You don't just do that for any girl, do you? Haha! I doubt it!" she paused for a minute, grinding her ass against the married man's crotch. Seeing that he was remaining silent, she continued. "Why can't we be friends? Why can't we just hook up every chance we get? Babe... you've got two horny teenage sluts gagging for it! If you did it so eagerly before... why not indulge again? And again... and again?" His anger didn't dissipate in the slightest. But... maybe it was her words... maybe it was being in such close proximity to her mouthwatering body... maybe it was her perfect ass grinding into his lap... but his cock had engorged to full hardness, a fact she was very much aware of. But his anger still prevented him from speaking up.

"What's wrong?" she asked. "Are you still mad? Do you want to punish me? Do you want to spank me, Daddy?" she teased, raising her eyebrows. Lucy had done so much already. Not only had she disrupted his marriage, but she had so much history with his daughter, too. This bitch, and her friend Kenzie, had made Tricia's life a living hell in high school, and the fact that he'd done so much with these evil sluts was about as deep of a betrayal as possible. If Tricia found out that her father had sex with her two biggest enemies... she'd never forgive him. But if that was true, why was he so hard? Why was he letting himself fall under her sway again? Upon seeing her, he'd demanded she leave, but now, she was sitting on his lap, grinding against his married cock, letting her make him rock hard again. What could he do when his cock seemed to be working against him? His mind was working to get rid of her, but his cock was allowing her closer.

He had to focus. He did his best to regather himself and stand up for his wife, his daughter, his family and his marriage. He had to not allow his cock to control things. He had to reject Lucy, reassert himself, and take hold of proceedings. He had to show this little minx that she wasn't in control here. Yet she was the one driving the action, being in so close to him, her girly scent filling his nose as she ground her perfect ass against his cock, her boobs swaying ever so slightly as she teased him. Looking into her teasing eyes, seeing her confidence, he knew what he had to do.

Five minutes later, Dale and Lucy were having rough sex on his desk.

Despite all the things he told himself he'd do if he confronted her again, in the moment of truth, the married man had crumbled, falling under her sexy sway once more. Her close proximity, her sexy perfume filling his nose, her ass driving him crazy, her huge boobs drawing his gaze despite his best efforts. She had him so upset... so on edge. His blood was boiling. His cock was throbbing. The line between hate and lust was razor thin, and her hot body was enough to erase that barrier.

Her ass on the edge of the desk, legs bare, save for the quickly disrobed jeans hanging from her ankle. Her thong was pulled to the side as the married man stood between her legs and drilled her, his cock scooped out of his pants and buried in her tight cunt. His hands had scooped her huge tits out of her top to squeeze and slurp on them, and her arms were wrapped around his neck as she moaned in his ear. This only spurred him onwards.