The d*ck squeezing guide to stress relief

The rest of the day passed more or less as I had predicted.  My bitchy wife glared at me all the time, but after being berated by her mother for making a scene in front of Rose avoids talking to me.  I am sure that I will pay for it in the next few days, but it was totally worth it!

In any case, as evening arrives, it is time for Rose to go home, so I load my “daughters” in the car and start driving them slowly while chatting with them.  Ella is still pissed at her mom and Rose, who has reverted to her shy personality, sits quietly with her hands on her lap and her head lowered, so I decide to face the issue directly.

“Rose, honey”, I start,

She raises her head slowly and glances at me through the rearview mirror and I can see the unspilled tears in her eyes.

“You don’t have to worry about my wife, honey.  What happened today was not because of you, she is always like that.”.

I can see her lower lip tremble; she is obviously very worried that my wife got angry because of her.  I continue gently,

“You did nothing wrong, honey.  Me and Ella and Grandma enjoyed your company very much, and no matter what that harpy says or how she acts, you will always be my daughter, so stop worrying.”.

Rose looks at me, then turns to look at Ella who is smiling at her with a concerned look on her face, before exploding in tears and diving in Ella’s arms.  I let the girls be and drive the rest of the way in silence so as to give her the time she needs.  My bitchy wife didn’t really say anything to or about Rose, more like she treated her as if she didn’t exist.  While me and Ella are used to her antics, Rose is not and she probably thought that the reason that the bitch was ignoring her meant that she was at fault.

By the time that we arrive at her house Rose has regained control of her emotions, so we exit the car and walk to her door.  Tina heard us arriving and opened the door for us before we could even ring the bell, but with just a glance at her little sister she understands that something is not right so she throws me an inquiring look.  I shake my head imperceptibly to signal her to act normally and we enter the house.  As soon as the door closes behind us, Rose jumps in her sister’s embrace and buries her head in her chest.  Sighing, I recount to the baffled Tina what happened at home, while at the same time I keep caressing Rose’s hair.  I am loath of leaving her like this, so I grab her hand and bring her to the living room where I sit on the sofa and place her on my lap with my arms encircling her waist while Tina and Ella sit to our sides and lean on me.  I keep caressing her hair and kissing the crown of her head until she calms down somewhat, and then I tilt her head up with a finger and gently kiss he on the lips.  The kiss has no sexual connotations, but it is enough to convey my feelings and the tension gradually disappears from Rose’s body.  When her hand moves to squeeze my dick through my pants though, I stop her smilingly.

“Sorry, princess, but we don’t have much time now.  We have to return home to the wicked witch”.

Rose is a bit disappointed at my actions, but cannot help but giggle after hearing my bitchy wife’s new nickname.

“All right, daddy.  I am ok now.”, she says at me smiling.  Yup, mission accomplished.  My little girl is all cheered up.

After a crisscross of hug and kisses, me and Ella drive home.  Time to face the music.

As expected, as soon as we get inside, my wife starts her angry tirade.  As her voices rises in decibels, I turn calmly to Ella and say,

“Ella, honey, why don’t you go to your room.  Mom and dad have to talk a bit”.  Ella nods and scamper upstairs ignoring her mother.

My wife is furious at my words and opens her mouth to shout at her, but before she manages to utter a syllable, I plant myself in front of her face, and in a low calm voice I mutter.

“Shout at me all you want, but if you dare raise your voice to our daughter, I will call your mother.”.

Her mouth closes with an audible “clop” at my words and I can see the disbelief in her eyes.  Her expression quickly turns to a sneer as she says,

“You are too much of a wuss to dare.”

“Don’t misinterpret disinterest with cowardice, Julia.  It will cost you.  Behave in front of our daughter or I will go all out.”.  As I finish my words, I turn my back to her and walk slowly to my study, leaving a furious and perplexed bitch looking at me and frowning.  Shit, I wanted to avoid this, I didn’t want her to raise her defenses against me, but I will not back down when it comes to Ella.  Worst comes to worst…  no! Calm down, Carl, she is Ella’s mother…  I exhale slowly as my head clears up a bit while thinking that the bitch doesn’t realize how close she come to have her neck snapped like a chicken.  I exhale again, and apologize inwardly to all the chickens in the world.