Saving Dad's Marriage

Christie Stevens was bitching to her friend on the phone about her dead marriage. Her husband barely looked at her anymore, never went down on her, never took her anywhere. She didn't know how they got here or what came next. When she mentioned divorce, Bailey Brooke stopped cold in the hallway. No fucking way. She wasn't moving again, and if her dad wouldn't handle business, she'd do it herself. Bailey burst into the bedroom and tackled Christie onto the bed. "What the hell are you doing?" Christie tried pushing her off, but Bailey was already kissing her, hands everywhere. "I'm gonna make you feel good," Bailey whispered against her mouth. "You need it, I know you do." Christie kept saying they couldn't, this was wrong, but Bailey just kept touching her, telling her she was gonna give her that tongue her dad wouldn't. Eventually Christie stopped fighting it. She was already wet anyway. They made a deal right there—Bailey keeps it in the family, no telling anyone, and Christie doesn't leave her dad. Both of them knew what they really wanted though. Christie's legs spread on their own as Bailey worked her way down, ready to give her stepmom exactly what she'd been missing.