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Despite the cheating in their marriage, Mark and Ginger are known to agree on something: consensual relationships aren't a bad thing.

"Good morning, Darling."

"Hello there, Gin." (Mark smiles cheerfully at his wife.)

"So how has our agreement been? I'll film some of your porn as you would cheat on me."

"Gin, we're in an semi-open relationship."

"I know that all too well. Don't forget to look after Chelsea. As a plus, you're a dad I'd like to-" (She blushes intensely as Mark winks.)

"I know what a DILF is. So, perhaps some snuggles before you go to work?"

"No thanks, since the lab opens within an hour." (She leans close to Mark's face.)

"I can work with a kiss." (He hugs her as they kiss.)

As their lips have eventually connected, Ginger felt distracted from her job. Plus, she does like to spend time with Mark. But, she is a high-end scientist who would have to go soon. She pulled back from their kiss as she gave a cute look. "I'm sure we'll possibly get to snuggle when you're back," said Mark. Ginger blushed heavily as she listened to his proposal. "I would appreciate that a lot, Mark," she said. As she left for her job, Mark took time to sit near the bed sheets. Chelsea, who sometimes woke up early, heard Gin leave. She walked out of her room and knocked on Mark's wood door. "Dad," she said. Mark, who recently awoke, heard her voice and knock. "Good morning, cutie. Were you sleeping well," he asked. Chelsea nodded as Mark chose to hug his daughter. "Your fur's so soft," he said. "Thanks for the compliment and the hugging," she said with a purr out of love.

At around noon, Chelsea and Mark lifted some weights. But, they did share a conversation.

"Dad, why does Ginger admire you, even though you're sometimes not faithful?"

"Your mom may not love me for that, but she loves how strong I've been." (He raises a barbell over his pair of pecs.)

"Physically, I would say you have been strong, Mark." (She feels exhausted from the lifting.) "Oh, my arms. Looks like I'm done for now."

"It's OK, since we've been doing this for what's been an hour." (He helps lift part of the weight for her.) "Come on, Chels; you can do it, just like me, can't you?" (He continues lifting, but he leans close to give her a kiss.) "Please, keep it up, my pet."

(She purrs as he lets go. She feels her muscles' power surging.) "Yes, Master! I'll happily please you!" (She lifts the barbell even higher than the height he raised it up for her.) "Can this possibly be high enough?"

"Yes, now feel free to put those weights down!"

"I shall do that right now." (She feels her muscles getting weaker as she lays the weights down.) "I could use a break, Dad."

"You've still lifted higher than I originally thought you potentially would have."

"I gave it my all, Mark." (She hugs him as he holds his "pet" close to his heart.)

"That's what counts to me, dear."

Later that day, after they were sharing a meal, Mark and Chelsea's emotions were identical: they were hungry, but they also did feel happy, particularly since they've both been together. "Dad, thanks for the lunch you made," she said. "No problem, Chelsea. I'm glad you've enjoyed lunch with me," he said. As they kissed for a bit, their cheeks blushed a light pink. "Your tongue's good, dear," said Mark, who was enjoying the French kissing. Both of Chelsea's cheeks blushed heavily upon the compliment. "I'm sure I have made you proud," she said with a wink. "Fortunately, you have, in fact, done so," said Mark. Due to their times they've spent, it wasn't surprising the father-daughter pair have sometimes been friends with benefits. Either way, they're happy enough with spending time together. Sometimes, there will be some bonuses, but a friendly relation keeps both of them optimistic. After carrying the plates, Chelsea looked with seductive eyes at her dad. "I think I'll probably love to snuggle," she said. Mark felt more patient as he was calmly sitting.

"Chelsea?"

"Yes, Dad?"

"I won't hurry into that yet."

"Oh, that's fine."

Somewhere around nighttime, Mark's wife got home from work. Strangely, even Chelsea was glad to see her home.

"So, Chelsea; how was today?"

"Mark and I enjoyed our time together. So, what makes the marriage that you're in successful?"

"My husband and I prefer consent."

"Good to know, since I know domestic abuse can be lethal in some marriages."

"Although Mark doesn't think he's perfect, he knows I've loved him for who he is." (She hears Mark walk to them.)

"How has the work day gone, Gin?"

"Good, Mark." (She blows a kiss to him. Chelsea looks embarrassed at her mom.)

"I see that you are affectionate." (He holds his arms out to give a hug for his wife.) "So, shall we have that put to good use?"

"I'm not sure; that is, in front of her." (She notices Chelsea, who then heads to the stairs upon Ginger's request.)

"It was nice to talk with you, Mom. Enjoy whatever you'll do with the D-I-L-F." (She gives a wink to Mark.)

"So, Sweetie; need anything from moi?" (She holds up one of her worn bra's straps. Part of her breasts shift up.)

"Is snuggling OK?"

"Oh, of course! A hug first would be fine." (She accepts his offer on hugging.)

"So, what else would you like to do now?" (He plays with her big breasts.)

"I could probably use some sugar." (She smirks as he gropes her.)

"Oh, you would?" (He licks part of her breasts.) "I'm sure that I can help you with that."

"Yes, I would love to have that from you." (She takes off her lab coat.)

"Would you like to elaborate why?"

"I want to please you, Mark." (Chelsea, who overhears this, peeps to watch both her mom and dad.)

"That's so sweet of you, Gin." (He starts to shake her breasts.)

"Oh my, Mark!" (He begins unhooking her gold bra.)

"There we go, my dear pet. Now I will have more room."

"Would you play with my boobs?"

"If you got off to it, then I would love to play with that pair." (He resumes to fondling her breasts.) "Would you please look me in the eye, Gin?"

(Ginger turns to face Mark, and Chelsea looks away so she won't see her mom.) "Of course, Master; you've been remaining as my priority."

"Good, now strip off more clothes." (Chelsea looks again, but it shocked as the panties now come off.)

"Dad would be pissed if I saw Mom nude..." (She silently moves away from where she peeped from.)

"I'll provide your condom now, Darling." (Ginger hands over a new condom.)

"Let's get into our bedroom: now." (Mark and his nude wife go to their room. Chelsea hides closely near a staircase.)

Now this was where Mark and Ginger now felt far more excited, as they were now ready to start the intercourse. "Ready, milove," asked Mark. Ginger nodded with excitement as he would put on his contraceptive. "I can wait to have a son, not that it would have been the first time," she said. Mark remembered their son Geno Krieg, the only biological offspring he and his wife had, due to most of his children having been bastards, most notably Chelsea, whose original mother wasn't Mrs. Krieg. (She does think of Mark's wife as a mom.) As he finished putting on a condom, Mark then penetrated his wife via her vagina. "I'm glad you're supplying condoms as well," he said. Ginger sometimes loved safe sex practiced, but she has sometimes enjoyed bareback. Nevertheless, practicing safer sex is what Mark would do, as long as Mrs. Ginger Krieg would stay faithful. Due to Mark's condom that has decreased the sensitivity, neither of them had an orgasm, due to the toned down stimulation.

"I felt too desensitized from the contraceptive," said Mark. Ginger looked patiently at her mate. "I'm sure we'll luckily still have foreplay," she said. Mark felt irritated, but a different approach could work. "I'll get off easier if it's anal," he said. Ginger looked surprised at her husband. "But that's not sanitary," she said. Mark knew his wife would have been very reluctant. "Well then, boob job," he asked as he took off the contraceptive. "I already pumped them for milk; perhaps there's still some," she thought. She groped her breasts as Mark began thrusting between her big boobs. "Oh my, you're huge," she teased. Mark continued the tit-fuck as his wife wiggled happily. "You are such a good pet, Gin," he teased as he cupped her large breasts. Ginger's nipples eventually got hard as milk leaked out. "I see you have some milk, Pet," said Mark.

"I would still happily share my milk," said Ginger. Mark smiled eagerly as his wife sprayed milk for lubricating his dick. "I love what you still have, Gin," he said. "I do this out of love," said his wife. Due to the pumping earlier, milk soon ran out. Ginger looked happy at her husband. "Looks like my breasts have dried up," she said. Mark knew his wife's lactation can sometimes be inconsistent, so he kept up his pace. Ginger smiled as Mark soon ejaculated on her face. "You can wash that up now, Pet. But you know who's marked you," he said. "Maybe we should also clean this up," added Mark. He motioned Ginger to the shower. "I'd love to keep continuing in there," she said. Mark understood that she wanted more sex from him. "If you're a good pet, I shall give you more," he said. He gladly started up the shower to wash off.

Now that they could rinse off, Mark and Ginger entered to the shower they've shared. Mark's grown to enjoy sharing showers with his wife, who loves intercourse in warm showers. As Mark rinsed off the milk from his wife, he saw her kneel for him. "Damn it, my erection's growing more now; that water's assisting with the stimulation," he thought. Ginger felt the warm water raining down her breasts as she washed off her breasts with some soap. "You know, Dear; this is very relaxing, not just since I'm with you," she said. Mark smiled at his wife's compliment. "Thank you, Ginger. I'm glad you're enjoying what I've shared," he said. After washing more of her body, Ginger was cleaned up and hornier. "I would love vaginal Round 2, Master," she teased. Mark complied as Ginger let his penis enter her vagina as she now stood up. "Due to gravity, I won't get pregnant," she said.

But, she did remember Mark's strong cum-shots he'll have. "Wait, he'll flood my uterus with his thick, white semen," she thought. With that scenario in mind, what should they do? Ginger, with some reluctance, kept her cool for now. While thrusting to have a cum-shot, Mark kept restraining his wife's movement so his ejaculation would be likelier. Her vagina was wetter than it was last time, but not just because of the shower's moist water; was it because Mark is dominant? "I want more of you in me," she begged. Mark held her arms behind her as he thrusted in her deeper. "I want you to say my name," he said.

"Mmm-"

"Go on..."

"Mar-"

"You're close..."

"Mark! I love you so much!" (Ginger's vagina ejaculates.)

"Thank you, Gin. I'll go fill you up now." (He now has his second orgasm. He lowers Ginger a little bit.) "Isn't my cum ticklish down there?"

"Yes, it feels all too well." (She feels her mate pull out. Mark washes his penis with water.)

"Since this occasion has been bareback, I chose to go with positioning you high so you weren't impregnated."

"Thanks for respecting my requests, Mark." (She feels his cum dripping out of her vagina.)

Mark then positioned his wife Ginger so she possibly was on all-fours. "Ooh, the water is cleaning my pussy," she said. Mark smiled as his wife's vagina was rinsed out. "I should make sure it is clean," he said. "But I peed before leaving the lab," said Ginger. "Still, I want you to get off," said Mark. "We can 69 now," he added. Ginger blushed heavily as she thought about his proposal. "I thought you generally don't like that," she said. "True, but I sometimes would make exceptions," said Mark. Ginger looked at him with excitement. "Would you let me rim you, Dear," she asked. "No thanks, fellatio would work this time," he said. Mark groped his wife's buttocks as she then happily groped his testicular parts. She has a testicles fetish, which may explain her fondling them. Mark signaled Ginger to turn the shower off as they started to have the 69.

Mark has very rarely enjoyed cunnilingus, which he knew Eve loved from anybody she'd get in bed with. Ginger, on the contrary, loved fellatio. Either way, Mark was planning to keep her squirting, but he'll probably have a cum-shot if she'll orally please him enough. Speaking of which, Mark already got hard from cunnilingus. This was uncommon, but he appreciated his third erection he got tonight. As for Ginger, she was "delicious" if you wanted Mark's own opinion. While Mark slowed down, something was bound to happen; his wife squirted her vaginal juice during her orgasm. She blushed intensely as she ejaculated. Mark then started to try fingering her lubricated hole. This also pleasured his wife greatly. Ginger continued with her part; fellatio. This time, after some fast fingering, both of them soon traded orgasms.

Naturally, Ginger swallowed Mark's money shot. Upon his orgasm, Mark then fondled his wife's clitoris, which was guaranteed to make Ginger wet and ejaculate, this time repeatedly. Her hips, shaking with each orgasm, were now weakening. As a result, Ginger let go of his erection as she collapsed onto the wet shower's smooth floor. "Ooh, my hips cannot take it anymore," she groaned. Mark looked saddened at her collapsing. He stopped rubbing on her clitoris as she fell. "I think I'll probably get out a bedpan for you," he said. Ginger looked proudly at her husband."Thanks, but I can possibly try to stand up, Sweetie," she said. Mark helped his wife stand up as he held her breasts up. "Oh my, your hands can lift more than that up," she teased. Mark hugged his wife as Ginger wrapped a couple towels on them.

"Thank you for assisting my weak body," she said. "I want to make sure you're safe in the bed," said Mark. As they walked to their bed, Mark laid his wife on top of the bed. "Mark, you're the best," she said. Mark felt flattered by her compliment as he dried his skin off, prior to putting on extra clothes. "I'm glad you appreciate what I've done," he said. Now that she was safely positioned to sleep, Mark then got a sanitized bedpan for his wife, whose legs gave in a little earlier. "I hope she sleeps well with this," he thought. Chelsea, who was working on laundry, saw Mark and winked at him. "I could probably use some sugar, too," she teased. "Chelsea, I'm helping your mother out now," said Mark. Chelsea looked very concerned at him. "What's wrong with her," she asked. "She fell down recently and needs help," answered Mark. "I'm very sorry about that. Tell Mom that I have wished good luck," she said. "I'm sure I'll do that once she gets some rest," said Mark. When they stopped talking, Mark returned to his bedroom. Chesea, who stood there, silently waved good night and blew a kiss.