Chapter 1

With the advent of spring, I found myself daydreaming, while sitting in my workplace cubicle. My attention focused on the blooming trees, rather than my current project. Moments, such as those, reminded me of the world outside, igniting a pang of envy for those working outside, instead of being confined within the sterile walls of a corporate office.

However, my contemplative state was abruptly interrupted, as my phone’s irritating chirp yanked me back to the present moment. Seeing it was from my eight-year-old daughter’s elementary school, I quickly answered it.

“Good day, Mr. Akins. This is Lucille Johnson, calling from your daughter’s school. There’s been an unfortunate incident involving a vehicle and a power pole, so we’ve had to conclude classes for the day. We couldn’t reach your wife, Molly, which is why we’re calling you as the designated secondary contact. We’d like you to pick up Maria at your earliest convenience, so we can dismiss our staff.”

Grateful for the opportunity to break away from my office, I responded, “I appreciate the call. I’ll be right there.”

En route to school, a sense of elation enveloped me, lifting my spirits. I appreciated the unexpected gift of the remaining day off, courtesy of the incident and my accommodating boss. As I pulled up to the curb, I noticed just a handful of children waiting, and amidst them was Maria, who hopped into the car. While we drove away, she exchanged cheerful waves with her friends.

“Hey, Daddy. Where’s Mom?” Maria inquired.

“I’m not sure, sweetheart. They couldn’t reach her. Perhaps, she switched off her phone while shopping. Are you bummed about having to ride home with your grumpy old dad?” I playfully questioned.

She joyfully giggled and replied, “No way, Daddy! I love being with you. Can we go to the park? I really enjoy it when Mom and you play with me there.”

“We’ll have to wait and see. It depends on what your mother has planned,” I replied. “But It’s such a lovely day, I think your idea is pretty awesome.”

Her big grin filled my heart with warmth, reminding me of how truly fortunate I was in life. I pulled up and parked in the driveway, just outside the garage. As I stepped through the front door, my eyes fell upon my wife’s purse resting on the table beside the entrance — a clue as to why her phone remained unanswered. Yet, the muffled sounds emanating from our bedroom halted me abruptly in my tracks.

Wary that an intruder might be present gripped me, and in a hushed tone, I softly spoke, “Maria, head to your room and lock the door.” She nodded, making her way upstairs, and once I saw her close the door, I reached out for the nearby closet, securing a firm grasp on the bat within. Noiselessly, I began to tread down the corridor toward the source of the sounds, inching closer with each step. When I heard my wife’s familiar groans of lust, my heart sank, as I realized it wasn’t a burglary.

Apprehensively, I entered our bedroom to find what I had suspected from her sounds of sexual pleasure. My wife’s thin, long legs were wrapped around a man’s bare back, her ankles locked together, while he rapidly humped her. “Harder, baby. Shove it in deep. I’m almost there!” Molly screamed, encouraging her lover.

From the way her thighs twitched and her wildly humping hips, I knew she was in the midst of one of her drawn-out orgasms. The man’s prick didn’t have a chance as her tight cunt would milk his cock until every drop of cum had been pulled out of his balls.

I knew exactly how much pleasure he was receiving, as my wife was a great fuck. He grunted and his balls tensed, emptying his load. That’s when I lost it.

“Get the fuck off of my wife!” I screamed at the sweaty, overweight bastard. Hearing me, he frantically struggled to back up, but my wife’s legs wouldn’t release him.

“Keep pumping!” Molly screeched, lost in her explosive climax, unaware of my presence.

Reaching over with one hand, while holding the bat in my other, I unhooked her ankles and threw her legs to the side. When the man backed off, his condom-covered prick popped out of her slippery snatch.

Eyeing the bat I firmly clutched, the man sheepishly apologized, “I’m sorry, man. She said she was divorced.”

I pointed to his clothes, in a heap on the floor, with my bat and ordered, “Get out!”

When he began dressing, I raised the bat, and yelled, “Now! Grab your shit and leave!”

After he quickly collected his belongings, he hastily marched to the door, one arm holding his clothes, while his other tried to cover his sperm-filled rubber, perilously in danger of falling off. I followed him, stopped at the door, and watched him enter a plumber’s van. As he drove away, I mused, “A plumber? How fucking cliche is that?”

When I returned to our bedroom, Molly had fully recovered, her hands tightly clutching the sheet up under her chin. Noticing her frightened expression locked onto the bat in my hand, I dropped it and sat on the edge of the bed. “Jesus, Molly. You know I’d never hit you. I thought a burglar was in our house, not a plumber fucking my wife.”

With tears streaming down her cheeks, she clasped her face with her hands and wept, “I’m so sorry, Keith. I don’t know what came over me.”

The sheet dropped to the bed and my eyes locked onto her perky tits, capped with pointy, pink nubs. Glancing up, her enchanting beauty held me in a spell. The cascade of golden-brown hair that grazed her shoulders highlighted her adorable facial features. My gaze became fixed on her eyes, brimming with tears, and her lips, so alluringly full. As always, my heart quickened its pace, whenever I beheld the sight of my stunning wife.

“Why are you home so early?” she asked, her voice quivering and trembling. Tears continued to flow down the curves of her high cheekbones, accentuating her vulnerability even more.

The gravity of the situation swept over me, snapping me back to the harsh reality that I had just caught my wife cheating with another man. “The school called me because of an issue. They couldn’t reach you, so they contacted me to pick up Maria, our child. You do remember we’re parents, right?” I retorted, frustration edging my tone. “It’s pretty clear you’ve forgotten you’re even married.”

Her face contorted with anguish, the weight of her pain and sorrow becoming almost too much to bear. I was speechless, my emotions running rampant. She had always been my comfort in times of my own despair, and this time was no exception; she sought to mend her wrongdoing and soothe my hurt.

She leaped off the bed and lowered herself to kneel before me. Wrapping her arms tightly around me, she buried her face into my stomach, her body quivering with the weight of her sobs. “I’m sorry, baby. You mean everything to me.”

Her nimble fingers unbuckled and unzipped me, before her hands deftly released my prick, as she had done so many times before. She expertly licked and kissed my hardening shaft, while sobbing and whimpering. After transforming my cock into a rod of steel, her mouth engulfed my entirety, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

After she brought me to the edge several times, she crawled up my body and mashed one meaty breast onto my mouth. “Suck my tits, baby,” she whispered. “They’re only for you. I wouldn’t allow him to touch them, saving them for you.”

While I licked and teased her turgid tip, she gripped my cock and stuffed it into her tight sheath. My hands caressed her smooth back and slid down to grab her soft ass. Her hips gyrated and twisted, while she humped my rock-hard prick. Sometimes she fucked for her pleasure and other times it was to please me. This was one of those times she centered her attention on my needs.

Jolts of ecstasy shot through my system as her toned body writhed on top of me. I had a hunch that she might be hoping for me to let go of the recent incident, or perhaps she was genuinely experiencing remorse for her actions. Either way, I couldn’t prevent her from continuing, as my lust overrode everything else.

“Your cock is driving me crazy,” Molly croaked. “I love you so much. Fuck me hard, honey. Cum in your wife’s pussy.”

Her clasping cunt quivered, signaling the commencement of her orgasm. Knowing how long she could last, I held off, enjoying the feel of her satiny, tight walls squeezing my shaft. After a few moments of bliss, my fingertips dug into her ass, holding her steady, while I humped into her quaking quim. She wailed with delight, feeling my sperm coat her walls.

Once my balls had emptied their contents, she collapsed on top of me, snuggling her face against my neck. A wave of remorse washed over me, realizing that she had employed her alluring physique to deflect from the weighty issue of her unfaithful behavior. “How did I allow this to happen?” I asked myself, hating my hasty decision. “Dammit. She cucked me and I didn’t do anything to stop her,” I chastised myself once more and concentrated on my next action.

Rolling Molly to the side, I stood and dressed. My listless wife didn’t speak, afraid of opening up fresh wounds. Remembering that I had instructed Maria to lock herself in her room, I climbed the stairs and lightly knocked on her door. “It’s Dad, sweetie. You can open up now,” I said.

After a click, the doorknob turned and my daughter greeted me as if nothing was out of place. “Hi, Daddy. Did you talk to Mommy about going to the park today?” she asked, her cute, pleading face begging for attention.

“No, I’m afraid not. Something came up and we have some things to discuss. Can you play one of your games?”

She hopped over to the table by the window and sat down. “Sure, Daddy. I’ve been going through this dragon book Mom gave me last week when your friend Bill visited. Why did he run out today without any clothes on?”

I quickly walked to her table and looked out the window. She had a perfect view of the street and had seen the plumber dash out to his vehicle. “Damn,” I scolded myself. “I should have thought of that before sending him on his way.”

Then it hit me what she said. I asked, “My friend Bill? How often does he visit?”

“I don’t know. A couple of times a week, but never when your other friends are here,” she related, none the wiser that they were servicing her mother.

“How many others and for how long have they been visiting your mother?” I asked, with a little too much harshness.

Maria’s face saddened and her eyes misted with tears. “I don’t know, Daddy. You’re scaring me. Do you hate me?”

My heart sank, realizing I was taking my anger out on my innocent daughter. I hugged her and said, consolingly, “Of course not, sweetie. I love you. I’m sorry for asking you so many questions. Play your game, while I talk with your mother.”

“Thanks, Daddy. I love you, too,” she replied. “Sometimes, when your friends bring me games, Mom joins me to play after they leave. We always have a great time together.”

Looking around, I wondered how many of her presents were due to my wife’s promiscuous lifestyle. There was no way I could remain in the house, with the constant reminders of her activities. “I may have to leave for a week or two, sweetie. Just remember that I’ll always love you.”

Before she asked too many questions, I planted a kiss on her forehead, closed the door, and headed to our bedroom.

“My friend, Bill? And all my other friends?” I rhetorically asked, not expecting an answer. Molly didn’t bother to reply, sensing my anger. I continued, “You’ve been fucking men for gifts for our daughter. At first, I believed you and thought maybe you just slipped up and had a one-time fling. Now, I realize you’re nothing but a cheap whore. How long has this been going on?”

She was never good at lying and before she even attempted, I asked, “A year?” Her eyes answered for her. “Jesus!” I exclaimed. “Years? How could’ve I not known? How stupid am I?”

“I’m not a whore,” Molly replied, crying. “I can’t help it that I crave sex all the time. The other men are just tools I use to satisfy my cravings, but you’re the one I love, honey. You know that I’m on the pill, but I made them wear condoms anyway, because only your cock can go bare.”

“Seriously?” I fired back, my anger rising. “It’s okay because they wear a rubber? I can’t believe I’ve been so gullible.”

The room descended into a profound silence, as I carefully processed her words. Right from the outset of our marriage, it was apparent that she was oversexed. Her dating life, marked by juggling multiple men simultaneously, hadn’t fazed me. Despite harboring an inkling that her desires might extend beyond a single partner, I chose to marry her, nurturing the hope that my companionship would suffice to fulfill her. She reinforced my beliefs when she allowed me to make love to her bareback on my eighteenth birthday, resulting in Maria. We wasted no time in tying the knot and embarking on our journey together.

Retrospectively, the indicators were unmistakable, yet regrettably, I chose to overlook them. Our sex was non-stop for the first four years of our marriage and then my job became more demanding, lessening my hours spent at home. Molly didn’t seem to mind because her sex drive had diminished after Maria started pre-school. It suddenly hit me — that’s when she started her extramarital affairs. For four years, she had been able to keep it secret from me. She couldn’t change and I knew at that point, our marriage was over.

Extracting a couple of suitcases from the closet, I began filling them with my clothing. Molly leaped out of bed and embraced me from behind, her arms pleadingly encircling me, a last-ditch effort to halt my departure. “Please, don’t leave me,” her imploring voice resonated. “I love you more than anything in the world, and Maria — it’ll crush her heart if you go. Can’t we find a way to resolve this, honey?”

My movements halted, and I pivoted to meet her gaze. With measured words, I asked, “Would you consider meeting with a therapist and fully committing to our relationship — no more cheating with other men?”

A deep silence filled the space, her countenance betraying the truth before her words could. It was evident that the prospect of contentment with a singular partner eluded her grasp. “I thought as much,” I gently interjected on her behalf. After I finished packing my clothes in the suitcases, I stepped towards the front door, my voice firm, yet tinged with a somber note. “I’ll be staying with Mike for a while. I’ll call you in a few days.”

After allowing the recent whirlwind of events to settle within me, I found myself taken aback by the impact of our separation. In the depths of my being, I acknowledged that my feelings for Molly had never truly ventured into the realm of genuine love; rather, it seemed that sex had acted as the glue that bound our relationship. Perhaps, on some intuitive level, she had perceived this underlying truth and was the reason to seek affection beyond our bond. Accepting my share of responsibility in the course of events repeatedly surfaced in my mind.

Through all of my inner turmoil, my thoughts invariably gravitated toward the one individual I cherished with unreserved devotion — my daughter. In this tumultuous scenario, she stood as the innocent casualty, a notion that filled me with a potent mixture of anguish and sorrow. The prospect of the pain she might endure due to our impending divorce was an agonizing specter that I dreaded.

Visions of exposing Molly and separating Maria away from her mother were replaced with reality. Molly was a superbly, caring mother, and it was undeniable that Maria adored her mom. The mere notion of shattering Maria’s image of her mother, tarnishing the sanctity she attributed to her, was a prospect too distressing to consider. It was clear that the path ahead had to prioritize Maria’s well-being.