I Can’t Stop Staring At My Husband’s Teasing Little Slut

I watch her through the crack in the door as she drops her suitcase on the bed like she already owns the room.

Tight black crop top. Denim shorts barely covering the curve of her ass. Pink hair tips, nose ring, and that permanent scowl that makes my pussy clench.

This is wrong. She’s your stepdaughter. She’s nineteen. You’re supposed to be the responsible new wife.

But my body doesn’t give a fuck about “supposed to.”

My husband—her father—is downstairs on a business call. He has no idea the real reason I insisted his daughter move in with us after...