Chapter 2

I was rooted to the spot. My forty-four year old wife was on her knees with her face buried in our eighteen-year-old daughter's pussy. My daughter was sucking the cock of Tim, her nineteen-year-old boyfriend, while another young guy I didn't recognize, fucked her mother from behind. The four of them were so wrapped up in what they were doing that they weren't even aware when I opened the door and came into the room. I don't know how long I stood there staring at the tableau in front of me before I was finally noticed.

"Oh fuck me" Tim moaned looking over at the door. Beth saw where he was looking and she looked over and her eyes got big and Tim's cock fell out of her mouth as she cried out, "Daddy!" That cry put the whole bunch of them in motion. Cookie's head jerked up, snapped around and I saw fear on her face. The kid fucking Cookie pulled out of her and backed away from the bed like he was trying to put as much distance between him and Cookie as possible. Tim was scrambling looking for his clothes and I just stood there and watched the pandemonium. Then I just shook my head and said, "Well happy fucking birthday to me" and I turned and left the room.

I could hear all kinds of scrambling in the room as I walked away and headed back to the bedroom to gather up my clothes. I dressed and was heading for the front door when I heard Cookie ask, "Where are you going?"

I turned and saw her standing there clutching a robe around her and I said, "Out."

"I can explain this baby."

"No you can't. Even if you could, I couldn't sit here and listen to you while you have gobs of cum in your hair. It would be just too damned distracting."

Her hand reached up to touch her hair as I turned and left the house.

As I drove to the bar I had so much shit rattling around in my head that I don't even remember most of it. I can say pretty much the same for what I thought as I sat at the bar and looked at myself in the mirror. After my third drink disappeared I waved Tammy over for a refill. She brought it, set it down in front of me and asked, "What's wrong Bill? You are sitting here looking like Godzilla just ate your best friend."

"Not far off Tammy, not far off at all" because Cookie had been my best friend.

I was finally coming to grips with the fact that Cookie had set me up. Set me up and then had led me to the pen like a lamb being led to the slaughter and it didn't help any that I let my dick take over my thinking. There was no doubt in my mind when Cookie put the blindfold on me that I was going to be led upstairs and into the middle of a surprise birthday party. I knew that there was no hot teenage honey waiting for me. Hell, I had known that when I had called Cookie's bluff and had told her to go ahead and set up Mary Anne to be my birthday present. I mean, come on, what wife would actually do something like that? Even as late as the point where she had me in the bedroom undressing me I thought she had some trick up her sleeve. But when the hot mouth closed on my cock instead of doing the right thing and pulling off the blindfold and saying, "What the hell is going on here" I let my dick say, "Damn, that feels good; how about we just let it happen, okay bud?"

Looking back I can honestly say that it was the hottest fuck that I'd ever had. There was just something so erotic about having a blindfold on and not knowing who was sucking your cock, pushing her pussy in your face and grunting as you stuffed your cock up her shit hole. Fantastic yes, but the bottom line was that I had been set up. I had three more drinks and then handed Tammy my keys and asked her to call me a cab.

When I walked into the house Cookie was sitting on the couch and she jumped up and ran to me and threw her arms around me. "Where have you been? I've been worried sick."

"Out" was all I said and I pushed her away from me. I headed for the bedroom with Cookie following along behind me saying, "Why are you acting this way Bill? Why won't you sit down and talk to me?"

"No thanks. I don't have anything to say and I don't want to hear anything that you may have to say."

In our bedroom I gathered up the clothes I would need to wear to work the next day, grabbed my pillow and headed for the guest bedroom. The entire time Cookie kept saying, "Talk to me Bill, please talk to me. Let me explain baby, please talk to me."

As I entered the guestroom I turned and yelled "NO!" and slammed the door in her face.

I didn't sleep for beans that night. As if seeing my wife being fucked by some teenaged boy wasn't bad enough, the image of Beth lying there, legs spread wide while her mother ate her pussy and she sucked her boyfriends cock kept replaying in my mind. My little girl was a slut!

Okay, okay, I know that I'd had some pretty erotic thoughts about Beth and I'd had some pretty damned strong fantasies of the two of us fucking and sucking up a storm, but I never acted on any of those fantasies; she was my baby for Christ's sake. I never even came close to trying to do anything sexual with Beth, but that picture in my mind of my baby girl with a cock in her mouth was driving me crazy. The last thought that I remembered having before I fell asleep was that I needed to find an apartment. I couldn't live under the same roof with Beth after seeing her with a cock in her mouth and wishing that it had been mine or with Cookie after seeing her with a nineteen-year-old buried in her butt.

Cookie was sitting on the couch red eyed from crying and she got up when I passed through the room on the way to the kitchen and followed me.

"Bill, please let me talk to you."

"Why? What are you going to say that I don't already know? I know you set me up. That's what last night was all about. Get me in bed with a young girl so that when I found out what you were doing behind my back and blew my stack you could say, "Just hold on there a minute mister, I didn't see you pushing the young stuff away." Okay, I'm partially to blame because I didn't turn around and get the hell out of that bedroom as soon as I found out that the blindfold wasn't part of a surprise party. But the bottom line is that last night wasn't for me, it was for you. Insurance for you so that if I ever found out about you and your boy toy I couldn't go out and scream without it coming back on me in the form of whoever that was that I had sex with last night. Well not to worry now Cookie. I'll pack when I get home from work tonight and as soon as I'm out you can move the little boys in. Now, if you will excuse me I need to leave since I don't want to be late for work."

I left work early and stopped by a motel that rented rooms by the week and by the month and got myself a room. Then I went home and packed a bag and moved out of the house. I'd been at the motel five days when one night when I got home from work there was a knock on the door and when I answered it I found Beth standing there.

"May I come in?"

"Sure honey" and I stepped aside and let her come in. She walked in and sat down on the bed and said, "How have you been?"

"I've been better."

"Wouldn't you be better at home?"

"I don't think so sweetie."

"Mom would be better if you were home. She's an absolute wreck right now. She isn't sleeping, she isn't eating and she spends all her time crying."

"Sorry sweetie, but she did it to herself."

"Yes she did, but do you know why? No, of course you don't because you would never let her talk to you. You just stomped out of the house."

"After what I saw what could she possibly say that would mean anything?"

"She could have told you why."

"What difference would that make?"

"I don't know, but maybe knowing would have taken some of the bitterness away."

"Do you know why she did it?"

"Yes I do. She did it because of me. She did the mother thing — you know, protect her young? — but it backfired on her."