Chapter 1

Accidents happen so easily.

My wife, after a turbulent life, left me with our daughter for a younger man.
Me and my daughter Cindy had to live on. But, like I said in the title - Accidents happen so easily.
The story is about tabooed behavior and forbidden lust.

- Main Characters -

Steve, Dad,
Lisa, my wife
Cindy, our daughter, 20

Important disclaimer:
All characters are over 18 years old. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental.

As a non-native English speaker (I’m Swedish), please forgive the occasional grammatical error or awkward phrasing.

Part 1 - “The Dream vs. the Night”

Ever since my mid-teens, I imagined getting married young and raising a big family. I always felt that being a dad was part of who I was, something natural, even inevitable. I wanted a house full of kids, as many as my future wife and I could reasonably support. That vision felt right, like it had always been waiting for me.

In my mind, it all looked simple and good: a laid-back life with three kids, a cozy home, and a kind, loving wife by my side. I pictured slow weekends, bedtime stories, laughter around the dinner table, just a steady sort of happiness.

But life has a way of throwing you a curveball when you least expect it. What I imagined and what unfolded weren’t always the same. Sometimes the dream bends under the weight of reality. Sometimes love looks different from what you thought it would. And sometimes, you find yourself holding onto something that doesn’t quite match the picture you started with, but means even more because of it.

When I was 19, I met Lisa, a beautiful, half-Korean girl with a laugh that could light up an entire room. She was 18 at the time, full of life and energy. We first crossed paths at a college party, one of those chaotic, beer-soaked nights where the music is too loud and no one remembers who invited whom, and why. She was drunk and flirting pretty hard with one of my friends.

She wore a very tight top that hugged her curves just enough to provoke but not enough to cause discomfort. Her nipples showed through the fabric, hard as ice, telling me that she had no bra on.

Her skirt was much the same; it hugged her gorgeous hips and, to mine and all the other guys at the party, it barely covered her thighs. Her mid-thigh black sheer stockings, offering a peek of uncovered, tawny Korean thigh when paired with her heels, certainly added to her sex appeal.

She was at the beer pong table with Jeff, my buddy.
She looked at him while he set up the cups in a triangle. That enthusiasm in his eyes was clear. I knew that look, that meant he was going to fuck tonight.

“Hey sexy, I’m Lisa.”
“I’m Tom!” he replied with a grin, his bright blue eyes locking onto hers. The intensity of his gaze made her blink, and she instinctively pulled off her glasses to wipe the lenses on her blouse. When she looked back up, Tom was still watching her, smile wide and easy.

“Nice to meet you, Tom,” she said, hands resting loosely in front of her.
“Nice to meet you, too, Lisa! You ever played beer pong before?” he asked, his tone genuinely curious, not a hint of condescension.