She Loves Me, She Loved Me Not

Author’s Note:

This is my first submission to Literotica after years as a reader. I greatly appreciate the help of Dad Slip as my editor of this story. I thought my story was OK — whatever it is he made it much better, and I sincerely appreciate that help. While it’s my first submission, it’s a story I started seven days ago and finished. I mention that as I have been writing for over a year with seven or eight stories more than 75% complete, I still rework those stories repeatedly. For whatever reason, this story was ‘complete’ within 3 days and just needed some polish – lots and lots of polish. With my editor’s help, I am ready to let it go. (Sorry, I made another edit).

Now the usual warnings and disclaimers. This story contains sex acts but always between consenting adults. Since the story covers events over 15 years, there are references to some characters that are younger than 18 at that time but no under-age sex is included in this or any future story that I may submit. The story is told by four key characters in the story. Ashley the older daughter of Greg (her dad), Anita (her mom) and Rita, Greg’s second wife.

So, it is official — I finally finished what I started, although I’ve made changes 5 times after it was final. Now you know my problem!

So here goes, I will welcome comments but like other authors will delete anything deemed inappropriate. I maintain all copyrights to this story.

 

She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not – Greg’s Story

 

 

Ashley’s Perspective

 

How do I start this? For some reason, a guy who writes stories for a web site called LITEROTICA contacted me to write our story. I e-mailed him back and told him to stick the story concept up his ass and figured that would be the end of it. No — he got another author friend of his, this time he was a ‘she’, and she explained to me that my story or rather the story of my family would be rated with a perfect score if posted to the site. She also said that she worked as a clinical Psychologist and how writing this story would benefit the healing process.

That statement bothered me — I’m a well-adjusted, 26-year-old woman now expecting my first child. My name is Ashley Gordon Taylor and I love my husband Adam and he loves me. We can’t wait for the arrival of our first child, a girl we plan to name Callie Greg. You think our choice of name is weird? When you learn about what my father Greg put up with so far in life, you’ll understand why I wanted this life-long connection to my dad. No, he’s not dead but he spends a lot of time wondering why his life always had to be reclaimed from a trash fire.

Even with the trials and tribulations of life, Dad was my rock and I’m pretty sure I became his rock as well. Don’t get all excited and tell me to post this in the Incest category — never happened, never will. But let’s get back to that last contact by the clinical psychologist. I did spend a lot of time with one about a year ago and she urged me to write down my thoughts. Could she be the person that contacted me? She kept telling me that she never met a person who faced so much adversity but still was in full control of her or his life. Before I stopped seeing her, I told her to call Dad. Then she would know why I can do it.

I’d like to say I had a great upbringing. That I had a mother and father that loved both me and my sister. My father did have a steady job making decent money and after us kids got a little older, Mom went back to work and made money for the extras. You know, cheerleading expenses, college funds, best quality braces, and maybe I don’t want to tell you this part.

Why? Because I lied about the great upbringing. No, the story about the early part of my life was mostly true. Only when I was 12, I discovered that my mother hated children. My sister and I (Brie and me, Ashley) were included in that hate.

Mother was self-absorbed and she used most of her take-home income to improve herself. Hair, nails, spa treatments, girl’s nights out, sex with other men. Alright, it’s out in the open. My mother was in the running for world’s worst role model. It was only days after my 12^th birthday, I got home from school and found my father crying in the den. Brie was still at gymnastics practice. Mother was there with a guy I recognized. I saw them fucking one day in the master bedroom and now he was in our house now telling Dad that Anita (my mother) was leaving Dad to go and live with him. They planned to get married as soon as the divorce was finalized.

Well, I heard that and was getting ready to scream at her that I would stay with Dad! Then the guy, his name was Jim Duncan, said “Oh, I don’t like kids” and “I have no intention of supporting two little brats, especially if I’m not the father!” My Dad remained numb through the entire discussion and never responded. Then Jim “Asshole” Duncan added “Anita told me she cheated on you through most of your marriage so you might want to get some DNA tests done.”

My Dad was crushed. He was a beaten man. I know you hear about the damage to a man’s ego, lack of respect, having to question literally every breath he had taken since he married my mom. I went over and hugged him and cried with him waiting for my sister, Brie, to get home from school.

I watched Mom as she walked around the room picking up her personal treasures. I was not old enough to understand but I recall that she took anything of value. Original pictures came off the wall, she started packing her fine dinnerware– a gift from Dad on their 10^th anniversary but when Dad heard her opening the safe in the office he ran into the room. There was a loud bang as the door to the safe was pushed closed and I heard my mom’s scream as he pushed the door closed on her greedy little fingers. Score one for Dad but I knew Mom’s still ahead — 937 to 2.

By that point, I was not shocked when Jim Duncan said, “It’s time to go babe! We have a ‘call ahead’ reservation for the early bird special at Applebee’s tonight”. With those words, they picked up the looted treasures and were out the door.

Out the door and gone! Our 38-year-old mother and a mid-40’s guy going to Applebee’s was more important than saying goodbye to my 10-year-old sister. I wondered — did she see this guy as an upgrade over Dad? When my sister came home, Dad was rocking back and forth, sitting on the sofa. He almost looked like that autistic kid at school — getting comfort from the rocking motion. I spoke to him but would not get a reply. He was catatonic and unable to communicate at this point. I decided that, for now, I was the adult in the family, so I told my sister how our mom had just left us.

Brie asked me “When is she coming back?” I had to answer that I didn’t know. It would take more than six months before I decided the answer was never! Never if I have anything to do with it. We were totally ignored by Mom and her Mr. Jim. At least I’d never have to deal with him again.

My Dad? He was a basket-case for months, but we survived. He’s a mid-level manager in the logistics industry and seems to be very well liked by his bosses. They were understanding of the devastating blow that would need to heal and allowed him almost six weeks with pay to get his head together. Unlike the woman he loved, they had ultimate respect for him as did his co-workers.

The people that worked for him absolutely loved him. I found out later in life that Dad had trained, mentored, and groomed 8 people who are now in senior management. Few companies ever figure out that part. In case you can’t tell, I love Dad! Not to spoil the story, but over time his ability to handle adversity proved to be his strongest trait.

Our little family of three struggled with all the home management stuff for a while. Dad started going to work a little later in the morning so he could get us to school. Breakfast was always ready for us each morning and Dad really started improving his kitchen skills. A hot breakfast wasn’t the norm but those mornings when he prepared one made Brie feel special. Dad’s slightly later arrival at the office meant that he needed to stay a little later each day.

After school, our neighbor — Rita Johnson — who worked at our school would bring us home every day. Her daughter, Lily, was younger than us — just 8 years old at that time. She would let us get settled at her place to do homework and other stuff until our dad came home. Rita was an amazing Mom. Her husband had died six months ago from a heart attack. He never seemed to be very healthy. While at Rita’s house, I heard her say he put on 60 pounds in the four years he lived near us. We really didn’t socialize much with them back then but when Mom left us Rita became our surrogate Mother.

I started writing this next part but somehow got my ex-Mom to explain what happened. Afterwards, I went back and re-wrote most of the work of fiction she provided.

 

Anita Speaks — Finding Fiction in the Facts

 

Who started throwing stones? Did you ever commit a sin? Did you ever tell a lie? Did you steal penny candy from the convenience store? How about driving 7 miles an hour over the speed limit? Yeah, you’re not perfect after all so forgive me a few transgressions.

The bible tells us not to throw stones unless you’ve never sinned. I figure at least 100,000 of you readers have left your spouse and kids without a second thought, right! Don’t lie to me, I know your type because it’s my type as well.

I was raised in a suburb of St. Louis. It was an average community, in an average suburban town, the house value was close to the median value for a St. Louis suburb. In school, I got average grades and missed 4.3 days a year due to illness which happened to be average for our school. I’ll stop — you get the point. Everything in my town aspired to be average. I knew I had a greater calling — to be great.

My grades did improve a little in high school and were good enough to get into Southeast Missouri State in Cape Girardeau. I did not have a clear career goal but learned from some of the juniors that Communications was an easy major. One of the girls mentioned that I was cute and that might help me get a job after graduation. When I asked about their career aspiration, two of them answered “Marry a rich guy!” I thought that was a better major but did stick to communications.

I dated a lot in college. I had a three-date rule. Only a kiss on the first date. If you wanted a second date, it needed to be at a nicer place. Second dates got you to second base. If you wanted a third date, it better be dinner and dancing and a real restaurant, not one of Cape Girardeau’s many dive bar/restaurants. Don’t be offended, dive bars, it’s the best food even today in the Cape. A nice time after dinner, dancing ensured and a “grand slam home run” and the guy got to run all the bases. I was sore a lot afterwards but knew I liked a hard fuck more than being made love to.

After graduation, I was one of many women at SEMO that failed the “find a husband” test. So, I returned to St. Louis and tried to find a job in Communications. After six months, I found a job at Starbucks. My parents wondered why I went to college only to settle on Starbucks. I said the pay is small, but the tips are big. I made ends meet but still living at home was a bummer.

What made the tips big? People loved the Barista and were generous with their cash. Back in the day, Starbuck’s was still sort of an elitist destination and lots of businesspeople would hang out there. I learned the value of networking! I’d talk to people, tell them my background, and occasionally I would get a lead on an entry level job. Dropping off or mailing resumes didn’t seem to do the trick so I wondered how I could push ahead.

One day, it seemed that the 40-ish guy with the wedding ring was flirting with me, so I flirted back. He was telling me about a job at his company, so I decided to drop the old “three-date” rule and we headed to a cheap motel when my shift ended. After a blowjob, I got the name, phone number, and e-mail of the hiring manager. After fucking him and letting him do me anally, he wrote an e-mail to the guy from his laptop and gave me a glowing recommendation.

I was interviewed nine days later and received a job offer the following Monday. I started a week later and was now gainfully employed in my field. Mom and Dad were happy for me, but I still didn’t make enough money to get my own apartment. Too bad the pay was only slightly better than working at Starbucks. You see, a young woman finds it easy to get bigger tips working in the service industry. I was careful to only go for guys with very large tips, especially the black ones!

I re-paid my friend from the motel with some more action but finally his wife realized he was cheating on her, so we stopped to enable him to restore his marriage and be allowed to live in the house he paid for with his wife and four kids. My boss at work finally figured out why I got the glowing recommendation since he spent the last four months reworking almost everything, he gave me. Be considerate fellow, I’m still learning. To secure my job, I showed him my best skills. After our first three motel adventures, I just gave him a blowjob every Friday in his office. I made his week every time I made a big display of swallowing his load.

My parents were looking forward to an empty nest. I never mentioned my three siblings since they were all eight or more years older than me. They were all happily married living in one of the rings of suburbs around St. Louis. My parents now had 5 grandchildren and one more on the way. I was in the way of their freedom.

A couple of my college friends came into town one holiday weekend, so we went bar hopping. There was a group of guys at a large table, and it turned out it was a tame bachelor’s party for one of them. The other six guys were around my age as far as I could tell. I could hear the stories being told about their college days in Columbia at the U of Missouri. I surveyed the guys. The groom was OK looking but tall and physically fit. There were 2 other relatively handsome guys, but I saw wedding rings so moved on to the last four. Three were what we used to call ‘filler’ — below average in every category and in college, you’d fuck them if you were drunk and desperate enough. The other guy was just sort of average but seemed to be able to keep the conversation going. Repeatedly I heard the guys start a conversation with “Hey Greg”! At least I had the advantage of his name.

This story is going to be too long to read if I don’t cut to the chase. Greg and I connected that night and I ‘waived’ the three-date rule. I think by this point in my life, I’d fucked around 30 guys and Greg might have fallen inside my top 50% of my lovers, but probably not. I orgasmed that night but fantasized about a well-hung black dude to get off.

I felt good about him though. He was a decent guy with a good job in Logistics and three months later, we moved in together much to the delight of my parents. Four months later we were engaged and three months later we married. OK, I got pregnant! Greg kept improving his sexual performance. He’s now in my top 15 at #13 and thought he might make the top 10. After the birth of our first daughter and me having some responsibility for child rearing, he fell back to #26. If you are a math wizard, you probably picked up the hint here. You see, after Ashley was born, I sort of fell off the fidelity wagon. With a young child, as soon as Greg came home from work, I had errands to run.

One of my favorite destinations was the Starbucks where I worked before the communications job. That job was gone because the timing of my maternity leave coincided with losing two large accounts and staff cuts were needed. Instead of the prey, I was now the hunter and there were a couple of handsome high school graduates (at least I didn’t go down the age-scale) working that were more than happy to get some pussy after work. I did do something for the first time — I let both fuck me at the same time and I loved it. Two inexperienced recent high school graduates rocked my world that afternoon. I started wondering what it would be like if it was two highly experienced studs treating me like that!

I was in the groove again when it happened. Eighteen months years later I was pregnant again! Shit, I should have been more careful. My doctor told me I appeared to be further along than I thought. She said her guess was eight or nine weeks. I nodded and went home, not wanting to tell Greg anything at this point. I pulled out my Day-Timer (yes, all paper back then) since I continued to use it even after my job disappeared.

You all have already decided, haven’t you? This next child isn’t Greg’s, right? Why are you so against me — do you really think I’m bad? My decision was it wasn’t likely to be Greg’s since he was on the road the week it must have happened. I knew enough to make up a really good story about our sex when he got home and less than seven months later, Brie joined our ‘loving home’.

My parents looked at Brie in our crib on one of their few visits to our home. Mother looked straight at me, then down at our 3-month-old and said to me “She’s not your husband’s daughter, is she?”

“How can you possibly accuse me of cheating on my husband, Mom?” I was angry.

“Because I know who you are and how you act. I asked one of my friend’s whose daughter had the same job as you at another Starbucks what she made at her place. It was about 70% of what you were making. She asked her daughter if what I said you made was possible and her daughter replied, ‘Only if you fuck the customers’. Anita, I’ve been ashamed to be your mother since then.”

Well, no more calling them to babysit! I realized that she wouldn’t care. She now knows what kind of woman I am. It had little impact on our lives. When Brie had her first birthday, my husband came home and said he’d been promoted. We would soon be leaving the Midwest for Phoenix. He would be Director of Transportation for a trucking operation owned by their company with a 30% salary increase.

Slightly shamed, we packed and moved and now had a house fitting of my status! No, I mean Greg’s status and life was good in the southwest. When Ashley started kindergarten, my itching for “more” restarted. I had been a faithful, yet irritated wife for almost two years but knew the next opportunity to cheat that came up, I would do it. I still didn’t work but planned to re-enter the work force when Brie hit kindergarten. One afternoon while picking up Ashley I noticed a cute guy behind me in the car line. We chatted for two minutes, and he asked, “Do you cheat?” I couldn’t believe how bold he was. I said, “What do you think”. He gave me a card with his business address. “Meet me tomorrow — I have an apartment in the back, I’ll give you what you need!”

I arranged a sitter for Brie the next day, met him at his “crash pad” behind his business and thought I fucked him into the cot. No, he got his second wind and he fucked me harder than I ever experienced prior to that afternoon. We were both late picking up our kids from school and got a stern lecture from the principal. She told the guy “This is not the first time for you, but it better be the last time, or I’ll have another talk with your wife!” I saw her glare at me as I strapped Ashley into the car seat for the ride home.

We moved our encounters to noon time and coupled around 25 times before we got caught by his boss. I knew it was again time to cool it. Did you notice I never mentioned his name? After my first time, I remembered the building and how to get there but I lost the card and his name and never asked it. Twenty-five encounters and he never mentioned mine.

I was back to being mostly faithful — a couple of slips a year but nothing long term. I went back to work and was doing all the busy work for an advertising agency. They tried me out at copywriting, but the clients didn’t care for my work product. Heck, all I want is a paycheck, and maybe some promising leads!

Well, he walked through the door the other day. His name is Jim Duncan, and he had the gift of gab. He charmed his way past the receptionist and spent some time chatting with me before his job interview. That was scheduled at 10:00am and it was only 9:15. He asked if he could get a little time with me to help prepare for his interview. I told him a lot about the company and totally prepared him for what’s to come. Turns out, he blew the interview, but I helped make it all better when I blew him for lunch and dinner, and he fucked me hard from lunch to dinner. We were instantly a couple.

He told me how much his current job required him to travel. He was based in Seattle and traveled extensively west of the Rockies and had some accounts along the Mississippi valley. Most of his trips were 4 or 5 days long and there were few opportunities to get back to Seattle during the heavy travel periods. That’s why he wanted a new job where he could once again reestablish roots. I knew I wanted to be his potting soil and certainly let him plow my fertile pasture again.

I’ll just cut to the chase! We were in love after 8 months of simply plowing a field. He asked me to leave my husband and family and I said yes without a second thought. He was either #1 or #2 on my top ten list and I could see this going on forever! His travel wouldn’t permit it, but he asked me to get us ready and set up an apartment where our life together would begin for real. My money was my money and my husband’s income paid all the bills, so it was easy to do. I set up a simple apartment, but I didn’t need much more. I already treated my kids as part of my past and no part of my future. Jim and I would confront Greg within the next two weeks.

We did confront Greg and gave him the hard cold facts. He was stuck with two young girls for eternity. My ex-daughter, Ashley, described that confrontation precisely and we moved in together. Jim continued his traveling and I only saw him about six or seven days a month. When he came back in town, we fucked, and it was marvelous. If we weren’t having sex, I was watching TV while he surfed the web. I got a little concerned because one time I caught him on Match.com and I got angry. After a two-hour sexual marathon ending with my ass being turned from fallow to a deep, rich field of soybeans my anger had dissipated.

We didn’t get married right away and I wanted to do it as I neared my 40^th birthday. In my heart, I knew he would propose that day. Greg’s divorce from me had become final about eight months after I abandoned my family. What a 40^th birthday it would be, me becoming Mrs. Anita Duncan, and my excitement began to grow.

I had some time to think as Jim had been on the road for three weeks straight. My checking account was near zero dollars, yet when we first got together I had over $40K in the account. In 18 months, I had run through my $65K salary plus another $40K. The apartment was in my name only and I had leased a new car because the one I drove when I was married was in my husband’s name. I forgot to mention that I was one of the few women who divorced in Phoenix and got less than 50% of our combined assets. I was also the first one to get less than 20% of the assets so my $40K checking account was it and I lost a car. The judge clearly wasn’t happy with the discovery of me dumping my children. But I had gained the love of my life.

On my 40^th birthday, I hoped Jim would do something nice for me. I was all dressed up in a little black dress and I was picked up by an Uber and taken to a very upscale restaurant in Scottsdale. I went in and saw he was at a table with an attractive 30’ish year-old woman. I had guessed she was the hostess with a slutty dress on. When I approached, Jim stood and addressed me.

“Anita, this is my fiancé, Vera. We’ll swing by your place and pick up my stuff! We’re getting married tomorrow in Vegas. Maybe you can go back to your husband. You’re just too old for me now that you’ve turned 40. Vera is only 29 and coming off a horrible divorce. The Uber guy will take you back now. We’ll stop by when our pre-wedding dinner is over!”

Too old, I’ll show him! I didn’t head back to the apartment. Instead, I went out and got drunk. You know that I hooked up that night — three guys in a sleezy bar for the classic one night of debauchery. When I got back to the apartment the next morning, I realized how stupid I’d been. Not only did Jim take all his things, but he also took most of my things too. Mostly the jewelry I had accumulated during my 13 years with Greg.

After realizing that amount of stupidity, I logged onto the bank’s web site to the “joint account” that only I contributed to and discovered all but $100 of it was gone. Could it get worse? Oh yeah — our VISA card in the name of Anita and Jim Duncan, even though we weren’t married now included a $2000 cash advance and $670 for last night’s pre-wedding dinner.

Somehow, I got what I deserved! You haven’t heard the last from me yet!

 

Anita Fell, It’s Rita’s Job to Explain

 

Hi, I’m Rita and I knew that Ashley was writing this story. At this point, I intimately know Anita’s story as well. I hope Ashley’s version of most of our days together are kind. About the ending, I know why she feels betrayed. I know you might have mixed feelings about me later.

I was Greg and Anita’s neighbor and considered them good friends. There was so much trauma during the six years from my family’s relocation to Phoenix to Anita’s abandonment of her family. Six months before Anita’s stupidity, my husband of six years died suddenly of a heart attack. I cried because I knew it could have been prevented. My husband was 80 pounds heavier than the day of our wedding and I didn’t force him to do anything about it. When he died, the Norman’s were there for me. I need to back up, Greg was there for me. All Anita would do or say was “Let me know if you need something!” I did ask, she never responded.

Following my husband’s death, my bond with Greg was slowly intensifying and he never said a word about concern for Anita’s fidelity. He was then and always will be the consummate gentleman. I worked at the elementary school where Greg’s younger daughter attended, and Ashley’s middle school was nearby. Within 6 weeks of Anita’s departure, I started picking both up from school much to the delight of my daughter, Lily. She was two years younger than Brie and 4 years younger than Ashley but the three of them got along like a family that grew up together. Maybe it was because they were all beginning to accept the new normal.

Greg and I did all the things that friends do together until that evolved to the natural next step. Then we did all the things that lovers do together until that couldn’t continue without some changes. About two years after Anita abandoned him, Greg asked me to marry him. I said YES before he was finished asking. I loved him — even more than I had loved my dear departed husband. Our life was wonderful. I could say I’d never been happier. Even now, many years later, I can say those were the happiest days of my life.

After the first year of our marriage, Greg asked me about adopting Lily to make us one cohesive family. I knew this question would come sooner or later so I was ready to give him my opinion. I told him how much both Lily and I love him, but I did not want to erase the last tie of my marriage. It was unfair to Lily’s grandparents who were still involved in her life. So, while I became Mrs. Norman, Lily remained Lily Johnson. I know to this day that Greg could not love her any more than he did and still does.

Anita was never an issue. But you already know the story of the 18 months after she left her family, she was paid back for her deception. It turns out that Mr. Jim Duncan was a professional gigolo living from the earnings of multiple women in three different states. His ‘traveling job’ was skipping between four women in about a 200-mile radius. Despite that event the girls still have not heard from their mother, not a call, not a card, not an e-mail or text. They didn’t even know if she lived nearby or was even living for that matter.

I need to spend some time to write the ending to my part of the story. It will hurt me more to write my story than it hurt when things got ugly — very, very ugly. Anita gets another turn to talk more about her eight years from 2010 to 2017.

 

Lost in Space — Anita Part Deux

 

I wish I would have known the pain in store agreeing to provide Ashley with my perspective to this story. I know I’ll be kinder to myself than any of the others might be.

It was the end of 2009 when Jim Duncan left me with debt and a feeling of absolute emptiness. My true love was never either ‘true’ or ‘love’. I did get checked for potential STD’s and was amazed that I emerged unscathed. Somehow, I had kept my job for a while until I absolutely fell apart. I thought about suicide often and since I was now on unemployment and without insurance, I did qualify for Medicaid. It wasn’t the life I wanted — it was the life I would get.

In March 2010, I was nearing the end of a 90-day period when I may have fucked 20 or 30 men, boys, and a transsexual. I was at the bottom of the barrel. Then I met John Calhoun. John was what I wanted and needed. He was a well-to-do man with money. Not Jeff Bezos money but maybe a few million dollars with a nice house in a nice neighborhood. I was now in a Section 8 apartment complex and was the only non-Spanish speaking person in the complex.

When I say I met John, he was my first fuck of the 2^nd quarter of the year. Sex with him was borderline abuse. Hard, fast, deep, and without consideration of the woman he was with. He told me up front it would be that way, but I didn’t care. The harder he fucked me, the more I liked him. He kept me — yeah, sounds bad and it was to anybody but me — and tied me up, used tools on me, and sometimes let friends participate if they dropped by. I knew I was in some danger but didn’t know how far it would go.

Just as I reached my deepest depression, he invited me to live with him. He assured me he cared in his own way, and I could move to a beautiful suburb of Phoenix. He immediately put $5000 in my checking account and told me to get some new clothes. Life was looking up. From there, the sex was still almost always border-line abuse, but he would hug me and tell me how beautiful I am. People that know stories about child abuse tell me that’s what he did to me.

But my life got better — much better in fact. My diet was excellent, I had a beautiful roof over my head, and someone to welcome me home if I left for errands. I drove a nice car, but it wasn’t mine, I lived in a beautiful house that wasn’t mine. I seemed to be living my fantasy life on borrowed time. We fell into a beautiful rut. I provided him an outlet for his bizarre sexual preferences and even when he was joined by two or three friends, I no longer felt threatened.

Too bad, it didn’t last. It was around Thanksgiving 2017 that John hugged me and said he loved me the only way he knew how but he had something bad to tell me. His doctor visits the last year were to treat a cancer that could not be stopped. He suspected in 30 days he would die. Only now did he tell me he was living off a family trust and, on his death, it would revert to his family. Since we never married, I was not part of his “Will” but he just transferred $50,000 in cash to my checking account so I could live until I found a job. He agreed I could take my bedroom furniture — now I tell you we had sex often but slept alone. It was better than nothing.

Then, the big surprise. No, the shocking surprise! I learned about his illness and some steps he had taken. He knew he would be dead soon and he worried about my well-being. We sat down at the kitchen table, and he said he’d been talking to another woman for about four months. Her name was Rita Norman. I knew a Rita but that was Johnson — it couldn’t be, he married the widow?

John said “I asked Rita to see if your ex-husband might be willing to let you back into the lives of your children. Anita, you need to reconnect to the real world. You’ve been living on the fringe of mankind so long that you are an alien in your own culture. I’ve had 7 or 8 conversations with her and in the last one she said she would help you, but not until my death. She said her husband had not budged — he didn’t want you contaminating his family, but she said yes. When I die, you call her at this number and say you want to see your babies. She will make it happen!”

It was only three days later that I drove John to hospice care. He lasted longer than the medical professionals had guessed. Three weeks later, John passed away and I cried and cried. I didn’t cry when my parents passed away. They hated me by that time anyway and certainly didn’t cry when I walked out on Greg or about what happened with Jim Duncan — the fucking bastard.

I waited two days to gather my thoughts before I called Rita. I realized for the first time since I was 19, I’d gone three months without having any kind of sex. Maybe I was becoming a different human being — I didn’t miss it in the least. My call to Rita surprised her, she thought it would have come weeks earlier. I explained that John was a fighter, and I missed his goodness!

“Anita, give me a week. Can you live in the house a while longer” and I answered “Yes” that his estate had given me 30 days to vacate the house? It was a week to the day when she called and told me what they had arranged.

I think the best person to tell this part is Rita. If I disagree with anything she’s said I’ll edit the content before we forward it to the editors of the website.

 

Rita — Part Deux – Good Deeds Sometimes Deserve Punishment

 

It’s me — Rita again. All my life, I’ve been a religious person. I go to church; I give money to charities and even my time and talent to try to bring the fallen back to God and the rest of humanity. What John Calhoun told me was a sad story. The Anita I knew who threw Greg and the girls into the trash could not be the person he described. In fact, when I called her back, she cried and just kept repeating “thank you, thank you, thank you . . .” It broke my heart, and I knew I would do what I had to do. There was a huge potential cost though. I did it without my husband’s permission.

We had moved into my house when we got married. His was nicer but mine had a mother-in-law suite over the garage and with my parents and his parents near the last of their ‘go-go’ years, soon one of them might need us next door. My thought was, until that time, at least we could share our love with Anita by allowing her to live above the garage. She could see her children again and maybe find a new career to allow her to live on her own until she found a future soulmate.

Now, I had to tell my husband what I’d done. I hoped this would be easier than how I thought it would go. I got a precise response.

‘FUCK NO, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING, NO WAY IN HELL, WHAT GAVE YOU THE IDEA I COULD BE OK WITH THAT SORRY EXCUSE FOR A HUMAN BEING WITHIN 50 MILES OF MY FAMILY!”

Greg used some very colorful language. OK, be sensitive to his wishes, this could get awkward but the honor of my “word” to Anita had to be respected. I know! I must go the nuclear route.

“Greg, I only asked you out of respect. You know the house and garage are in my name and I can do whatever I want. Anita needs help and we are the ones to give it. She’s moving here in three days with or without your permission!” There, I said it, and I meant it, but I’m sorry I did that!

“You’re crazy, you know that. Did you ask Ashley? Did you ask Brie? Do either of them want their ex-Mother 100 feet from their bedrooms. There may still be a restraining order preventing her from being within 500 feet of our residence. What are you going to do when she starts parading men thru two by two like they’re headed to Noah’s Ark? Are you going to give Lily sex-education classes so she can keep up with the Queen of Slutdom? Tell me! I’m out of here, call me when you’ve changed your mind.”

I wondered — is it as bad as it sounds? This man has loved me and only me for over eight years. He can’t let this little thing impact our marriage, right? After all, I’ll bet after three months and the ability to reconnect with her girls, she’ll be finding her own apartment somewhere nearby anyway.

Well, Anita and I met up and we started to establish a plan for her to move in. I planned to talk with her for an hour and four hours later I called back to Lily and asked her if Greg had come home.

“No Mom, why did he leave? Is he on a business trip?”

“Uh, yeah, something like that, but he wasn’t sure when he’d be back. Are either Ashley or Brie there?”

“Brie is, Ashley said she was staying with a friend for the next couple of days. Is that alright.”

“Of course — she’s 21 and graduates in three months. Just ask her to call me please.”

I had Brie’s cell phone number, so I called her. After a brief conversation, I told her I needed to ask her a question.

“Is your question about my mom?” she asked. “You know I hate her with every part of my being. You know what she did to us — how she walked out on us when I wasn’t even home and broke my father’s soul. Did you really ask Dad if it was OK to move Anita into the apartment over the garage? Did you know Ashley was going to ask you if she could live there for a while after she graduated because she was offered a very good intern job, but the pay isn’t enough for an apartment, as least not yet!”

“Why didn’t she ask me”

“Because you haven’t been here for the past four days. Were you with that liar?”

“Uh, no — I met with your mom to work out some details, but I was doing some charity work for most of the four days” Damn, I hated to lie to her. No, I’ve been with her mother, getting to know her, and I do like her. I’m looking forward to having her for a friend.

Brie finally said it was OK with her if her mom moved into the apartment and Ashley still won’t answer my calls.

It was ‘move-in’ day and Greg still had not come home. The moving van arrived and Anita’s furniture — much nicer than mine — was placed in the apartment. It looked like an apartment layout in a design magazine. What a beautiful bedroom set! I guess John had very good taste. I wondered what stories that bed could tell!

What was I thinking! Oh God, I’m daydreaming of watching her have sex with John. For three hours last week, she told me about their sexual adventures, her being forced, the interludes with other men, bondage, her first time ‘airtight’. My puritanical upbring limited my sexual experience yet I was wet with excitement hearing Anita’s past. My only sexual experience outside of normal sex was when Greg was drunk and put his cock against my anus. When I flipped over, I smacked him with my elbow and chipped his tooth. He never tried that again!

I had not spoken to Ashley in almost a week when she came in the door of our house. There, staring at her was Anita. “Hello Ashley — welcome home!”

Ashley spun around and was out the door in five seconds.

“Well, that was an OK first attempt” I said. All Anita could do was nod. But it was better with Brie. She said hello and stayed in the kitchen with us for about 15 minutes but made it obvious she wouldn’t accept a hug from her mom when she went upstairs to talk with Lily.

“It will get better Anita! I promise it will!”

Greg was still gone, and it had been 13 days and I really got worried. Ashley told me he went to the attorney that handled his divorce and wanted to know if the restraining orders were still in effect. He was told no so Greg had asked to have them reinstated. His attorney said he would try but since it was Rita’s house and Anita had her permission, no court would ever grant it.

I finally realized that whilst my intentions had been good, I’d fucked up! His hatred of this woman ran very deep. I decided to take an apologetic approach. I went to the motel and asked for forgiveness. No, I couldn’t kick her out, but I would respect his wishes and if he wanted to refuse to see her, I’d understand. He moved back that night.

The next morning, I realized I may have respected his wishes, but I could not undo what I had done. There in my kitchen was my new friend Anita chatting casually with Brie and Lily. They were all laughing at Anita’s stories.

Greg had already walked away, not even acknowledging Anita’s presence. He had arranged for Ashley to get an apartment for six months that he paid for in advance. They had breakfast together and were building a strategy to stay sane for the next five months. He would evict Anita at that time.

At the three-month point, it was as if Anita had raised Brie. They went shopping together, to movies together, ate all their meals together while Greg primarily stayed with Ashley. We blew right through the date when I implied that I would push Anita to move but did nothing. I like her. It’s fun having her around, and, oh God, her stories! I wished I had three of her hundreds of sexual experiences when I was younger.

Anita could be a charmer. All she ever talked about was “how much fun we could have together. Rita, you are gorgeous — a real Cougar. I can’t believe you’re almost 45. We should do a ‘girls’ night out’, maybe even get Ashley to go!” God, I wanted it — me, getting hit on at a bar. There’s a first time for everything.

We made it through one year and then Greg finally gave up. At least he made his presence known at home and I figured he’d won a battle, but I’d won the war. He was even civil to Anita but sometimes his anger came to the surface. Greg noticed — I never thought it was an issue — that Anita was now acting as if she was Brie’s mom and Lily’s mom. I guess no harm can come from that. After all, Greg raised his girls right and I think I’ve done the right thing with Lily.

We were almost to year two when we received great news. Greg’s daughter Ashley found her true love. They have dated since their senior year in college and got engaged earlier in the year. Their wedding is in two weeks. The only sour point is she does not want her mom to attend the wedding. A fight broke out over dinner about six months ago and a compromise was reached. Anita would not attend the marriage ceremony. After all, it was a church wedding. Somehow, it offended Ashley that her mother would be inside a church. Ashley would allow her mother to join everyone at the reception and that seemed to calm everyone.

The wedding was held just prior to the pandemic lockdown in late February 2020. The ceremony was wonderful, and the traditional vows were stated. I wondered if they would deviate from the traditional “to love and honor you all the days of our lives” and especially the ‘I’ll be true to you’. I don’t know why I was surprised. Yes, I stated those vows both times I married. But I realized if I remarried today, I doubt that I would. Anita has enlightened me about how the world is today. She has told me that I’ve lived in hibernation for way to long. Our girl’s nights out have been fun. Anita privately has told me that a lot of the things I’ve done would not pass the ‘spouse test’ so she knows I’ve grown my sense of self-worth.

Ashley and Adam took a two-week trip to Europe for their honeymoon, returning home just as the pandemic lockdown occurred. They moved into their home, a gift to Adam by his grandparents. It’s a great starter home and was fully renovated about three years ago. That gift was probably worth $500K in today’s market. Ashley recently started a full-time financial analyst role with a retirement planning firm. I was shocked to learn her initial compensation. Great for them. Adam is working on his doctorate in Biology and will join the ASU faculty when the doctorate is granted. At least they won’t have to move to Tucson.

Greg got another promotion at work. He was now VP of the Western Region and his income almost doubled. He said that all the promotion money would go to our retirement fund since Anita would start paying rent soon. He said he expected that with utilities included, she would have to pay $2,000 a month. Heck, the electric bill we pay monthly for her apartment exceeds $400 most months.

That discussion made me nervous. I still worked for the school system, but Anita hadn’t held a job in more than 10 years. How should she afford it? I already told Greg I would get with her to discuss the payment of rent. I was clever, right? I only said I’d discuss it with her and never said that I would make my friend pay the rent! She’s my good friend.

 

Year 3 — COVID Wasn’t the Only Infection going Around

 

With 2021 underway, we had another big surprise. Brie also found her guy, so another wedding is being planned. They have a plan to tie the knot in October 2021 hoping that the COVID issues are far behind us by that point.

I feel like we hardly saw Greg over the next six months. He traveled often and then helped Ashley and her husband put in a patio and gazebo to provide some outdoor entertainment space. I worry though — his commitment to Ashley could not be stronger, but Brie is beginning to feel a little left out. But she is clearly enjoying the renewed relationship with Anita. I am happy for both. We’ve started including her in our nights out but made her promise that what happens in a bar, stays in the bar.

We’ve reached mid-August without any blow-ups and the wedding is only six weeks away and social distancing issues relaxed. Brie and her girlfriends planned a “Bachelorette” party. Anita is having a dramatic influence on Brie. She rarely speaks with her dad and it’s breaking his heart. Her clothes are trendy but a little — no — OK, very slutty. I wonder if Hector has noticed. I still considered myself Brie’s Mom but know that Anita feels the same way. I was trying to discourage anything raunchy that most girls think of these days and thought about something rewarding or educational that the girls might enjoy.

Greg was traveling again, and Brie was out with her fiancé. My daughter, Lily, was home but would be headed out with her college friends. She dates a lot but hasn’t brought home a serious boyfriend and just enjoys the whole social scene. She’s never been a problem for us. Before I married Greg, she was still mourning the death of her father but turned around quickly when Greg and I married. He had won her over a year before hand but seeing the permanence of our relationship made her very, very happy. Me too!

Anita came in and said, “I’ve got the whole party worked out — Vegas baby, Vegas!”

“I thought we were focused in on something different, you know, not raunchy! I was thinking either the wineries in California or the museums down in the LA area.” For us, living in Phoenix, there are dirt cheap airfares to all three areas.

“Couldn’t we find something a little calmer?” I spoke.

Anita did what she always did when I went old school. “Shit, these are young women — if they want calm, they can marry some young dude and live on Beefaroni. Younger women love the bright lights, the Brittney Spears show, and the sexy guys all over town. This is their party so give them ‘hot and sexy’ with a little bit of raunchy!”

I had to laugh. She was right. Lily walked by so I decided to ask her. “Lily, if you were invited to a bachelorette party, where would you want it to be?”

“Hell Mom, any place other than one you would choose! Mom, you are the definition of dull and boring. Loosen up a little bit, go out and have a good time, get yourself laid!” Lily knew she was getting to her.

“Don’t you dare suggest that I go outside of my marriage for a little bit of fun. Yes, I know what it is and what impact it has on a family. We benefitted from Anita’s stupidity and wound up with Greg as my husband. That’s a beautiful thing. Sorry Anita — I got carried away. I didn’t mean it!”

“Yes, you did — don’t cover it up. There’s no need to dance around my 18 months when I lost control of a person that could and should be an example to others.” It brought out a few sniffles from Anita though.

“Anita” Lily was asking. She was old enough now to do that. “Where do you think we should have this party?”

“VEGAS BABY! The girls can let their hair down and enjoy the sites and activities. I think Brie figured on 5 or 6 girls plus me, oh, and her of course so 8 or 9 total. I pre-booked a very large suite at one of the hotels — it’s $2 grand a night but it can actually sleep 10 and the common area is big enough for a pretty good-sized party.”

I knew I lost the argument — it sounded like the girls were headed to “Sin City” for their hen party. I always wondered what those parties were like. My wedding was small, and I had a small get together with friends and didn’t think that either Ashley or Brie had attended a party like that either.

Anita was trying to bring me into the 21^st century. “You know Rita, Brie loves you and loves Lily like a real sister. I’m sure that the invitation will be extended to both of you as well. But you’ll have to watch Lily like a hawk! Obviously, she’s 2 years younger than the next youngest — Brie!”

I hesitated but something was a stirring in my loins. I really felt excited at the thought of being around fun people like that. “I’ll have to check in with the old ball and chain — you know, Greg, and see if he’s OK with that. How many days would we be gone?”

“I figure four days, and I’ve already booked it. It’s in 10 days. Let me check with Brie and let her know the two of you will join us! Now promise, Rita — no party killing allowed. You go along with the crowd and let them enjoy the time together.”

At that, I headed off to the kitchen to fix a meal for Greg and Anita. Anita appreciated how I had saved her by allowing her full access to our home after her “friend” John had died almost four years back. I got emotional after John’s first call describing his illness and asking for help to reunite Anita with her children. At first, I refused as I did not want anything to interfere with my relationship with Greg. But after a few months, I realized how lonely Anita was with John now deceased and her children living well with Greg and me.

I realized that things have been sour with Greg for months now. Since Anita moved in, he has been sullen and withdrawn. He keeps reinforcing how a leopard doesn’t change its spots. “People change Greg, and Anita has changed a lot. I go out with her and she’s never looking for trouble, men still hit on her and she just sends them away. Why do you still have a problem with her?”

“Rita — look me in the eye! NO, STOP LOOKING AWAY! Tell me to my face that you’ve never seen her in a sexual situation when you’ve been out!”

I responded “Greg, definitely not — she’s been as good as I have been!” I felt good about putting him on the spot.

“OK Rita, I’ll accept that for now, but I’ll also remember the context. Your statement was she’s been as good as you have so now, I need to suspect you as well. So, now answer this question, in all the nights you’ve been out with Anita, have you ever been in a sexual situation with one of the men? Would everything you’ve done when out with Anita pass the spouse test?”

“I, I, I, I’ve not, No, I would never . . .” I realized I couldn’t answer. Greg looked me square in the eye and said “Lack of an answer is an answer! You’ve become Anita!”

I haven’t even told him about Vegas yet. He thinks I’ve cheated on him, but I haven’t fucked any guys. But he’s reading my face and thinks I’ve done something. I can’t tell him — it would kill him. It was just a couple of blowjobs, so I could get better at doing it for his pleasure. That’s what Anita told me should be my answer if I get caught. God, it was so hot and sexy. I swallowed both times and gagged the first time but the second one was heaven! I hated sucking cock but now, I love doing it — just not with Greg yet.

Now, how do I propose this event to Greg. I want to be part of it, I’ve been a dull, boring adult since I was 13 years old. But telling Greg I want to go with them, it’s like a lifelong friend telling the most important person in their life that she’d rather date a guy cuter than him. I hoped to God that Greg would not feel that way.

Brie called Lily that night and said how excited she was that both of her sisters would be in Vegas with them. She also warned Lily to keep out of places she doesn’t belong. Brie advised that there was going to be some real ‘hardcore’ partying and Lily said she understood and would be ready to ‘breakout’ herself once they get to Vegas.

Greg was a bigger challenge. “You know what she’s like! Jim wasn’t the only guy she’d been with during our marriage. I’m not even sure he was in her top 10 at that time! If there was an opportunity to get in trouble, she was always the first in line. Even the wild girls in her office said she was getting them in too much trouble. So, you don’t need my permission to go. You are in your 40’s and have made good decisions in your life. But you are changing. You love going out with her, you even let your daughter go places with her. You need to be on your guard. Anita is a leopard who will never change her spots. Watch Lily like a hawk — I’m learning a little bit about the wedding party and what I know says not to trust them!”

“Aye, aye captain! Any further instructions sir?” I responded. Yes, I was getting pissed at my husband. He says he trusts me. Don’t just use the words, show me buster!

Now I knew that Greg was getting pissed. What’s this new fucking attitude from me? Four days ago, I was talking about a party at a winery in Napa and now I’m mocking him because I’d decided to party in Vegas.

“No, I’m not your owner. Never have been and never will. I trusted you with my life years back and I’m a better person because of you. You have always been a loving and generous person — that’s what makes me better. I fear for you with Anita — well, you know her story and it’s going to be a challenge to be ‘yourself’ with her. Go and have a good time, but don’t tune me out for four days. Keep me updated, I’m worried about Brie was well. Ashley will be fine — she’s more boring than me”

I realize now — far too late — that Greg knew I had tuned him out far back in the conversation. It’s only now, months after the disaster, that I realized he was more than worried. I recall now him saying since Brie announced her engagement, Anita has become another person again. This one much more like the original than the humbled woman they pulled back from a suicidal moment.

 

VEGAS BABY, August 14, 2021

 

The flight in was uneventful and all nine of us were relaxing in the suite. I don’t know how Anita swung this suite, but it was amazing. Essentially, we were paired up although Lily and I shared a large king bed, Ashley had what they called a Nanny wing. It included a double bed and a bath area. Although small, it offered something that Ashley would value these four days — privacy!

There were three other bedrooms. Brie and Anita were paired up with a Queen bed. I was glad for Ashley that it worked out so she could be far from Anita. She still thought of her as a disease infested slut who at least had body lice. The remaining two rooms were shared by the maid of honor (Jillian) and her college roommate (Eve). The final room was for the twins (Alice & Alicia) who shared an apartment with Brie in college.

Anita had spent over $30K before even leaving Phoenix for the suite, airline tickets, and bookings for a couple of shows. I was shocked how much she had spent since she couldn’t afford to pay us rent or even pay her own utilities. It was still awkward in Vegas because they were just coming out of the pandemic conditions. We were able to attend a show the first night called Fantasy. It was clear that no children would ever see this show, it was erotic and loud. The rock music was fitting for a strip show and most of the performers showed a lot of flesh. Jillian complained that the show was more appropriate for a guy’s bachelor party, but Anita said, “Don’t worry — our big show will be in the suite, not in a cabaret hall!”

My alarm went off when I heard Anita talk about some entertainment in the suite? But then, I remembered my promise not to be a party pooper.

With the show over, we returned to the suite. Since it was our first night, I assumed that everyone would crash and sleep until the next morning. I clearly didn’t know Anita!

Anita went to her room and suitcase. She removed a rather large baggie full of some white powder. “Ladies, I hope none of you are subject to random drug tests at work. If you are OK with it, enjoy some relaxation. There are also bottles of champagne to enjoy and some stuff for us to share. Then I noticed there were about eight small mirrors, eight small narrow metal straws and lots of ashtrays in the room. Weird — not many people smoke, but, hey this is Vegas.

Alice and Alicia (the twins) came out with a stash of high-quality medical marijuana. They were from Colorado and it’s the best available. As I watched, Ashley jumped up and said she was headed to Starbucks and needed to call her husband. She asked me if I wanted to go with her. I thought for a moment and then told her to head out — “Maybe I’ll catch up with you later”. You know, right after I said that I remembered my college roommate saying the exact same thing the night she cheated on her boyfriend. As soon as Ashley was gone, the young girls lit up.

It didn’t bother me at first, until I saw Lily ‘bogarting’ a joint and then took a deep, long inhale. I started to go to her when Anita grabbed me. “Don’t — she’s clearly done this before. She’s in college after all! Let her be part of the group. Come on, follow me!”

We moved to my bedroom and Anita took charge of me. “Tonight, the girls are going to talk trash but mostly talk about sex. Don’t be alarmed — there are no virgins in the room! Yes, your darling Lily had her cherry popped almost two years ago. They start young these days! You know, she came to me afterwards to ask for some advice. I told her that at her age she needed to be careful.

Anita said she told her, “First – always use protection, second — always ask for a condom to be used. I know it’s also protection but soon you’ll start the pill, I don’t want you to forget. Finally, boys can be real pricks and not in a good way. Don’t let any boy or man force themselves on you. Sex is a gift — don’t give it away too often.”

After her little talk about Lily, Anita turned her attention back to me. “Now, change out of your ‘going to the show clothes’. Did you notice, you were the only woman in the room wearing a bra. Let your puppies go free, they need to breathe every now and then. Then, change into some lounge wear. I’ve got a set that will fit you and be very appropriate when the girls are totally stoned and start talking.

While I was changing, Anita came into the room with one of the mirrors. It had four lines of powder and one of the straws. I looked at her — I know it was a look of panic and shook my head NO! She looked back at me and nodded her head YES!

“You’re going to do this for your own good. It won’t hurt you — I’ve done cocaine for almost 10 years. John was really into this stuff. He got me stoned every time we had rough sex. I can’t believe how much I enjoyed both. During those years I was the most relaxed in my life. Greg can’t control you anymore. You proved that to me the first time you sucked that cock in that Country & Western bar. Be your own woman! Your life will be so much better.”

I’d remember that moment for the rest of my life. What appeared to be a single step closer to the edge of a cliff was so much more. I snorted the first line and choked a little, but I did feel an immediate rush. Anita did her second line and turned the tray so I could access the last line and snorted again. I felt like I had passed out but was still upright. I couldn’t speak — my brain was not engaging, but my body felt awesome. My tits, my pussy, my ass, my legs suddenly were searching the room for a cock. How could I feel that way? How did Anita know — she was holding a silver vibrator, put it in my hand and said “You need this — I know! I’ll help you!”

The pajama set she provided was gauze-like thin. Both pieces couldn’t have weighed 12 ounces. I looked down and my nipples were jutting out like pencil erasers — at least an inch long. She left the room briefly and then brought in two pills giving me one to swallow. Did I ask what it was? No, damn it, I felt so good, I knew it was something to make me feel better.

Anita took hers and we laid down on the bed. She began to stroke my body telling me she knew why Greg loved me. My body was the body of a 20-year-old, tight, firm, and warm and inviting. She looked at me and asked if I was still relaxed.

“Oh yes, the feeling is amazing. I’ve never felt this good in my life!”

“Think about how you’d feel right now if you had gone to Starbucks with Ashley. Your nerves would be jittery, your heart rate would soar, and your crotch would be as dry as the Arizona desert! Baby, let me do this for you!”

I didn’t ask what — Anita would never hurt me. The silver object was now in her right hand as she laid me back on the bed. My eyes still could not focus but I felt a softness on my breasts. My nipples got even harder than before.

“Oh God” I uttered, “More please — I love that feeling!” Anita’s lips were kissing my breasts and my lips wanted to kiss hers. I don’t know if I tried to get up, but I felt a probe running up and down my labia concentrating on my clit. My three lovers in life, the boy that took my virginity, my first husband, and Greg said my clit was hard to find. My man in the boat was standing so tall he almost fell out.

Anita’s mouth was now on my pussy and moved her body on top of mine licking my clit with a ferocity unknown to me at that time. Her pussy was inches from my mouth, and I didn’t know what to do. I had my first orgasm a minute later, followed by another one, then another one.

Anita turned to me and said “Your turn, get me hot and ready. You’ll figure it out.”

I did figure it out and must have done a pretty good job as her fluid was filling my mouth and she started groaning in pleasure. Next, I felt that silver plastic object plunging inside of me. It didn’t look that large, but it was deeper inside my cunt than either of my two husbands had ever been. My pleasure was intense, and I orgasmed again and again and lost concentration until I heard Anita say loudly, “Pay me back — bitch — I got you off six times. Get me off three times and we’ll call it even! Time to eat at the “Y”

I didn’t know what to do. I barely knew my own anatomy — I wasn’t a lesbian. How could I do it? My tongue stopped licking and began plunging into Anita’s cunt and then my fingers until it wasn’t getting the job done. My next instinct was the right one — my right fist pushed hard into Anita, and she had an explosive orgasm. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her fluids soaked the bed. Control was taken out of my hands because I knew I had jumped off that cliff.

Eve came into the room to see what was going on. She smiled at us and gave us what I thought was a joint, but I later found out was crack cocaine. She took a puff, handed it to me and told me to “take two hits” and I did. Like earlier, my body tingled but this was not soft. It was like two abusive men rubbing on my tits and I loved it. I passed the smoke to Anita, and she finished it off.

Eve grabbed my head and pushed me into Anita’s vagina again. I said I knew what to do but she corrected me and made me eat it the right way. Under her direction, I eventually paid back Anita in full. After her last orgasm, I looked up and saw my daughter, Brie, and her friends in the doorway,

Brie said “Now you’re a slut like us. Are you ready to talk about sex with us? Don’t give her the bottoms back — she’s going to be our model tonight!”

I couldn’t walk — I asked for another hit and was told they were finished with grass for tonight. I said, “anything else” and got another hit of crack and I took another, and another. I know I was on display most of the night — fingers, tongues, even dildos in my pussy and ass. I heard a lot of clicking sounds — I wondered what they were. I think the Ecstasy was wearing off when I heard Brie talking to someone on the phone.

“Ashley, you can’t believe the shit she’s done tonight! And our real Mom, boy what a party animal. I’m so high right now — when you get back make sure I’m in my own bed, OK! See you later — yeah, it’s after 3am. Where the hell are you!”

I couldn’t sleep, then I couldn’t wake up, then I saw the lines of powder were still on the table. I figured a hit or two or three would help me fall asleep. I finally turned on the Today show at 7:00am. I had been up all night. I watch the news and somehow finally fell asleep.

I woke up around 9:00 — it looked odd for the morning. Everything seemed illuminated with artificial light. Yeah, that’s what happens when you sleep through the day. I saw a note on the table that everyone had gone to a male strip club and Ashley had moved to an off-strip hotel. I tried to call Anita. I figured the noise in the club would be louder than the show the other night. I left a message for her to call. Around 11:00pm, she called back and gave me the address. She assured me they would still be there for a while.

It was a $30 cab ride, but I was able to bypass the line when I mentioned the bachelorette party. “You’re the one they’re waiting for — head on in!” I wondered what these male clubs were like — I knew the term ‘banana hammock’ and wanted to see one for real. The girls saw me coming in and Anita came over for me.

I laughed as we went across the floor — there was a guy rubbing his ass into the lap of Lily. How they got a 20-year-old into the club, I’ll never know. When he stood up, I got my first real look at the “banana hammock” but what was that bulge inside of it? Anita tipped the guy $40, and he came over to me as I sat down. His words were “Your friend told me you’ve come here for real cock — that you only know little, teeny tiny ones. Give me your hand!”

Well, I did give him my hand and he pushed it inside of his hammock. God, that could not be a cock! Maybe two or three and some extra testicles, but not a single cock.

“Rub it, it’s soft and lazy right now — it wants to be hard and in your mouth!”

“No, I can’t, I’m married!” My voice cracked and I looked him straight in the eye. It was a bad move on my part. I saw a smile and a face for the cock I wanted inside of me.

“No one is that married in Vegas — come on rub it. See, even you can make me hard, even if you’re married. Come with me!”

In my life, I’ve never been the star of a show but at “Bubba’s Club” I became a one-night wonder. As it was happening, I heard the MC tell the crowd “Remember, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas!” I remember hearing cheers from the other ‘Bachelorette’ parties going on. One of the strippers assured me that it happened at least one time every night, but I was the first woman he’d ever seen orgasming while sucking whipped cream off his cock. I’ve swallowed very little cum in my life, but if you’re going to swallow — whipped cream is the way to go.

Lily came up to me with a strange look. I couldn’t tell if she was angry or ready to welcome me to the club. Her words hurt — even now — after what happened. “Don’t ever tell me what to do ever again. Tonight, you just lost that right!”

I sat down and tried to be invisible but my notoriety and Anita spreading the cash meant that I saw all 15 cocks working the club that night. The smallest one was probably 2 inches longer and 3/4 inch wider than my husband. I asked if anyone had taken pictures and to please delete them if they did. I was assured that no one had done so but didn’t look to see if anyone else in the club did.

My night concluded with four guys taking me on stage just as the club announced last call, tied me to a chair, and flogged me with banana hammocks. It sounds funny until you realize that some of them have metal studs but only after I started crying loudly did, they release me back to my zoo and the zookeepers.

We had to take two cabs back to the hotel and I rode with Lily and Brie. I asked Lily if she had a good time there and she gave a very emphatic NO! The dancer I saw with her when I first arrived apparently had tried to push his cock under her dress. Of course, all the girls had gone to the club “commando” to take advantage of the benefits offered.

“He almost penetrated me — then you arrived. I hated what you did when you got here but your arrival did save me from a rape in front of everyone!”.

Back in the room, I asked Anita what was planned for tomorrow. She asked if I enjoyed myself in the club tonight and I gave a rousing “HELL YEAH!”.

“Well, if you liked tonight, you’ll love tomorrow. Our own private show!”

Then I remember that discussion at home — it going to happen right here in the suite.

In the morning, well, early afternoon my phone rang, and it was Ashley. I asked her how she was, I didn’t want her to be left out of everything. She said that she was fine and had been called by Brie about tonight’s party asking her to come. She said she agreed to be there but would leave if things got awkward. Then she asked me this, “Have you called your husband since you’ve been here or have you been too stoned to talk to him. I think he’s still your husband, isn’t he?”

“Of course, he’s my husband — what kind of bullshit are you trying to pull. Don’t go over me, bitch, I’ll make your life miserable.”

“Do what you need to do, cunt, I’ll do what I need to do! I heard my mom talking to some guys at the club about tonight. I’m going to be there to try to prevent my sister from doing something stupid. Now, you’re on your own. You’ve done enough already to fail the spouse test. It’s up to you to admit it!”

Looking back on it now, I should have been ashamed. I missed Ashley’s statement about seeing me at the club. Was she there? My husband warned what kind of influence his ex-wife would have on me, but I was now in full rebellion mode. I said to myself, “Fuck Ashley — maybe if she got fucked while she’s here she would be a better person.” Again, in hindsight, where did that nice person Rita go? Now, I think I’d gone to hell but just didn’t care.

We had two more nights scheduled in Vegas but tonight was the pinnacle. I was surprised to see the gathering room with most of the furniture moved to the side. Each group of women came back with things buried in purses or inside their bodies. We had over $3000 worth of drugs for our party tonight. I asked Lily what this stuff is. She admitted she had no idea and had to hide in the Uber while Brie went up to a guy to buy it.

I was cold sober but realized I had not eaten any solid food in the last 48 hours. Yet, I was not hungry at all. It was already 9:30pm and there was no sign of any party starting at that point. At precisely 10pm, Ashley walked in the door, and everyone booed. I admit it, I did too and very loudly — then said “who let the bitch in”

Her answer was amazing “You did, cunt, when you married my father and promised to be true to him all the days of your life. Well, I guess your life just ended.”

I know everyone wanted to throw her out, but Brie said she needed to stay. Around 11:00pm, the door to the suite opened and four of the black performers from last night came in the door. By this point, we were full of liquor, drugs, Ecstasy, and something new. It was picked just for me — LSD. I learned afterward that our cocaine was laced with ketamine, and no one said that I should not try it.

Music started playing, the guys stripped, but not down to a G-string like at the club. They were totally naked within 10 minutes and now it was our turn. Mrs. Whipped Cream (me) was first, and I was as high as possible without becoming comatose. I was nude within three minutes, and I was now a performer — shaking my pussy and ass in front of the women and men, then started sucking off one of the strippers.

Again, I started hearing click-click sounds but, heck, there were other sounds I wanted to hear, and I did. He was ready to blow his load and as I felt the first spurt, I saw Ashley with her phone in hand. So, what, I thought, this is too much fun! The last thing I remembered vividly was one cock in my pussy and one in my butt. I was climbing the slut-dom ladder.

From there, the orgy was underway. Brie was being double penetrated, and my guy was already off with another woman. Only the woman wasn’t a woman, it was my daughter Lily. It was almost mid-night, and I was hoping we were near the end when the door opened, and another three guys came in. Anita was taking three on at one time and my Lily was now experiencing her first ever double penetration. She was crying and I was trying to get to her but had another cock in my mouth. He even brought whipped cream for me — how considerate. I looked around again and couldn’t see Ashley! Come on bitch — loosen up, you’ll have your husband for the rest of your life. Get over here and have fun!

I saw Alice and Alicia passed out on the floor. Being a mother, I went over to make sure they were still breathing and had a pulse. Getting that assurance, I moved away and two of the guys picked them up and double fucked each of them, even though they had passed out. Now, I wanted tonight to end and end it did when security came to break up the party.

We were advised to leave the hotel no later than eight in the morning or the police would be called. Security made sure to pick up the drugs, drug paraphernalia, and alcohol not purchased through the hotel. They want their take on everything. The last security guy to leave said “Make sure all of the used condoms are thrown in one of the bathroom trash bins. Tie them up tightly so the maids don’t risk infection handling them!”

How stupid had I become? I told them “Don’t worry — we didn’t use any condoms tonight so no extra trash. Is that alright?”

He replied “Not a worry for me — but you all had to be pretty stupid to hire a bunch of guys whose whole life is devoted to fucking women and ride them bareback multiple times over four hours. Maybe now you’re worried. Oh, I see your married — give your husband ‘heads up’ — he’ll probably kill you if you give him AIDS”

I picked a lousy time to lose my incredible high. “Fuck, what have I done. Damn, where’s my phone, I need to call Greg. Shit, where’s my phone!”

“Anita, are you awake? I need to use your phone! I can’t find mine!”

“Shut up, let me sleep!”

“We need to be out of here in two hours or they’re going to call the police, remember that from earlier this morning!”

“Damn, OK, let me get my phone! I don’t remember where I left it. The last time I saw it, Ashley was holding it. I asked her to get a shot of me double penetrated!”

“Ashley? Ashley had your phone and you asked her to take pictures of you. What were you thinking, you ignorant slut!”

“Almost the same thing as you, you soon to be divorced whore!”

“Where is Lily? I saw her getting DP’ed last night — she should have her phone. Check the other rooms.”

“Alicia, have you seen Lily? Her mom wants her!”

“No Anita but I enjoyed you being airtight that one time. I can’t believe how much cock was inside of you at that moment. But that reminds me, I saw Lily about 3:00am and she was crying. I think Ashley came back to the room and took her back to her hotel. Get your phone, we can call them.”

“That’s our fucking problem — apparently Ashley has taken all of our phones with her. Shit, she’s going to call Greg and tell him lies about what we’ve done while we are here.”

“She won’t need to tell him any lies, the truth will be almost impossible to believe anyway. I’ve never been fucked so hard in my life. If I hadn’t just had my period, I’m sure I’d be pregnant!” Alicia looked uncomfortable. “I need a healthy shit right now. I haven’t had a bowel movement since we got here and now it’s all been pushed 10″ back up my colon!”

“SHIT, SHIT, SHIT, NOW WHAT DO I DO?”, I started screaming at Anita. “This is all your fault, you slut, you made me do these things. I didn’t want to do any of this. You’ve destroyed my life — you’re evil.”

“Fuck you — you miserable excuse for a woman! At least own up to your own failings — don’t blame it on me. I give away my body to men like an exhibitor at a trade show gives away brochures. Nobody really wants them but will take them if it’s free. You experienced giving away your body repeatedly! Now you want a “do over”! You can’t undo becoming a whore and don’t think you are not. A happily married woman doesn’t give blowjobs to teenaged boys because she loves her husband. You just waited 45 years to learn you love sex. Look at your body! It is marked showing that you were fucked by experts. They don’t love you; they don’t care what will happen when you go home. They just used your body, for free! They didn’t use your whole body, just those three orifices that surround a cock with a warm moist environment. It’s even better if you take their cum and make it magically disappear. You swallowed a bunch of cum the last two nights. Do you want to tell Greg how many because I have the actual count!”

“Oh God, what can I do?”

“I know what you’ll probably do — move in with me. We can go off ‘slutting’ together. I’ll show you the best places to get drugs for sex. That way you can save some money to see your kid once a month.”

 

BY THE TIME I GET TO PHOENIX . . .THE AFTERMATH

 

 

Greg Gets to Say Something

 

I guess it’s time for me to reflect a little and add my thoughts and actions to the story. In the previous part of the story, the gang of sluts had a fun time and completed Rita’s initiation into their sorority. She’d become part of the membership in the group she apparently craved all her life.

‘Evil’ Ashley (my amazing daughter) would not play with the others and banished herself to another hotel. OK, enough of that.

Ashley called me multiple times while they were in Vegas, and I said not to stop anything. The train was rolling down the track and would not stop until they reached some destination. Only they could decide what that would be.

When she told him about the planned strip club trip, I told her what the outcome would be. Rita had been mocking me and disrespecting me for months. I knew what she wanted to do and gave her the freedom to choose her path. I stopped worrying that she might stray. I already knew she had strayed more than once in the ‘Bill Clinton’ way. I knew by her voice and actions that she would cheat on her vows again and again in Vegas just as she had given blowjobs in the bar in Scottsdale.

My first meeting with the lawyer to finalize the papers was after Rita had sex with Anita on the bed their first night in Vegas. The sex acts that followed just served to increase my anger level and desire to ‘burn the bitch’. I had no idea where that term originated but it just popped up in my mind. All the cheating flags were flying before her departure to Vegas, so I felt very prepared and no longer have an emotional tie to the woman who left me when she brought Anita into our household. What needs to happen now? I was far in front of events as my appointment with the lawyer was set the morning before I drove the women to the airport.

I met the first flight back to Phoenix at the airport and hugged Ashley as she disembarked. Ashley told me to call Brie’s fiancé and ask him to come here this morning. I asked if he had heard from Brie, and he said no and that worried him. I promised to give him some important information when he arrived.

Ashley kept her husband up to speed during the trip on all (and I do mean all) actions ongoing. Ashley didn’t take any chances. She loaded a GPS app on her phone before departing for Vegas so he could keep track of her where-abouts. When she explained her presence in the strip club, she told both of us to view her cloud photo archive from that night.

We headed to my lawyer’s office. Hector arrived minutes later — he’s Brie’s fiancé and is from a very, very Catholic family from Spain. He is charming, handsome, religious, and smart — everything Brie now hates. I finally told him about my concern for their compatibility as Brie became a different woman as she fell back under the influence of Anita. I hoped that thought might ease the pain of what he was about to see.

It didn’t surprise me that he was headed out the door even before any of the porn pictures even started. But he turned back and asked if I could somehow help to get his grandmother’s engagement ring back. Ashley said to wait one second and grabbed her purse to pull out Brie’s jewelry bag. She had snagged her jewelry before leaving the suite that night fearing that one of the men might have a side job stealing from clients. Ash never ceases to amaze me in her ability to take charge.

I laughed when she told him, “Take anything you want. Your grandmother’s ring is right on top.” With the ring in hand, everything was OK with Hector!

My meeting with the lawyer wrapped up and I felt OK about how things would go down. It might have been a little bigger issue if I had adopted Lily like I wanted but now I’m glad that Rita refused saying her husband’s family needed to feel she was still part of their lives.

Ashley got a call late that morning from that slut Eve. She said she was calling for Anita, Rita, Brie, and Lily. They decided to come back a day early and could someone meet Southwest Flight 6969 from Vegas at 5:05pm. Ashley assured them appropriate representatives of the family would be there to meet them. Then I asked her to repeat that back precisely and deliver that exact message to them. She said she would — then Ashley heard her fart and announce, “Oh fuck, I’ve got to run to the bathroom!” I really wondered what that was all about.

I met with my lawyer one more time, signed the document and it was filed with the court. We all decided that a professional summons server would be used so we don’t have to touch any of the contaminated travelers. Included in the documents served on Anita was an eviction notice and a restraining order keeping her 500 feet or more from our residence and my place of business. All I could think of was the tiny little apartment where Anita and Rita will live the rest of their lives.

Rita’s double shot included the divorce filing and a restraining order to also stay 500 feet from my residence and place of business. What residence you’re thinking. You divorced guys know that you probably got kicked out of your own house. Well, when you plot with your lawyer to impose maximum pain, the husband can get the house in certain conditions and this fit to a “T”.

At 4:00pm, my reputation of “measure twice, cut once” made me call to the lawyer and he confirmed that the summons server was already headed to the airport. Time to watch the dominos fall. I always thought how cool it was when you see thousands of dominos falling in sequence on YouTube.

My lawyer and I took a deep breath. He said he was surprised everything was ready, including the restraining orders. Ashley and I decided to make some banners from our treasure trove of pictures. Six feet long, 2 feet wide and rolled up to not spoil the surprise. As the four very tired and sore women came down the escalator to baggage claim, Ashley and I unfurled the banners welcoming home the winner and runners-up of the “Miss Slut America — 2021” title with my wife and ex-wife’s pictures ‘airtight’, each with three black strippers. I hope she’ll be proud of her title.

They were shocked. Two-foot-tall pictures showed their faces perfectly and the positions showed very little cock but no doubt that penetration was deep, very deep. It wasn’t two minutes later that the summons server went to work. Anita was served first. This isn’t her first goat rodeo, so she just put the documents in her pocket like it was a COVID advisory. Now Rita, that was a show! She screamed and wailed. This will sound weird because I stopped for 30 seconds and thought “I’ve heard that sound and statement before”! I was on the verge of an emotional breakdown but suddenly figured out that I heard that moaning sound last night watching Rita’s ‘airtight’ video and it was like the sounds I heard on the video from the suite when Anita was eating at Rita’s “Y”.

Rita saw me and tried to run into my arms. Too many passengers were in her way so I turned to Ashley and asked what I should do. She told me to leave the airport — that she would handle this. As we were plotting the termination of this chapter of my life, I had given Ashley a copy of the official “Cheater’s Handbook” by the fine authors at a place called Literotica. There’s a chart in it that includes the Top 25 things used by cheaters to justify what they’d done. Ashley said she had one sheet in her pocket with the first 15 and Rita hit all the top 10 and then another 5 of the top 25. Ashley realized her dad might want to know what was said so she had whipped out her phone and set it to record.

Rita then realized that the second document was different. “Do you know what this is?” she asked.

“Yeah, it says you’re another homeless whore. Dad gets the house. Hey, before you start turning tricks, get tested for STD’s. I’d hate to have to tell my friends that my ex-stepmother is not just a whore but a diseased whore!”

“That’s not true and you know it! What makes you think I’d ever turn into a whore. Why would I do that — I’m a teacher, wife and mother” Rita cried.

“Sure, a wife and sometimes mother who let 6 guys do her repeatedly one night after 3 guys did you in public at the strip club the previous night. I heard the club manager say it was the first time he ever saw a woman in the club do that without condoms! So, you’re not just a diseased whore, you’re a very stupid diseased whore! Hey, maybe you should get a pregnancy test too while you’re at it.”

God, I love Ashley — she has a way with words! But the conversation continued a while longer.

“Pregnant? That is not a problem, I’m not a slut and I don’t think I can get pregnant. I’m too old for that?”

“Has your doctor told you that you’ve reached menopause?” Ashley countered

“No, why would he do that, he said I’m a very healthy female, still in my prime!”

Listening to the tape afterwards, I laughed. She doesn’t get it does she? Then it hit me, and I laughed again — I wonder?

 

They Got to Phoenix, and They Are Still Crying

 

 

Three Weeks Later

 

Sorry, I had to take a break. I tried to make you think that I was Superman and had my act together. I did get some excitement being able to embarrass Rita like that, but then the pain hit me. We had a deep love, at least I thought we did, and our years together were mostly good. But Rita was like Eve in the Garden of Eden. The temptation of risk-free wild sex for a woman who lived a chaste life up to that point was too strong. Throw in the devil’s best disciple (Anita) and you’ve got a lot of lives in turmoil.

It’s time for me to wrap my part of this story up, and then I’ll let Ashley finish it.

People at my office remember my stories about Anita and the end of our marriage. I didn’t want to talk to them about how Rita had jumped off the fidelity wagon but my best buddies — including my female boss — said it would be good to talk it out. I did and was surprised it felt good. First, I explained how I suspected she was getting an itch, then let her confirm the itch, and the likelihood she got it scratched even before the trip to Vegas. Up to that point, I thought I could forgive her. I think I shocked them when I said the divorce filing was underway before she even left for Vegas. I knew how this story would end. One of the guys asked if I ever read the stories on Literotica about cheating wives trying to cuckold their husbands. I confessed; in the past four weeks I’d read about 500 of them but I only enjoyed the BTB stories. He laughed, the others didn’t — guess they aren’t true Literotica fans.

It had been 24 days since the ladies returned from Vegas. To no one’s surprise, Anita and Rita are living together in a small apartment on the fringe of the OK part of Phoenix. Anita has not had a job in the last three years living off the gift from her departed boyfriend and Rita’s gift of free room, board, tuition, and other fees. John’s gift was generous but living on it for three years (even with the free rent we provided) and then spending over $40,000 for the no longer named bachelorette party left her destitute.

Rita’s income wasn’t equal to mine but with almost 20 years of teaching, she was at the top of the local district’s scale. She might have enjoyed a good life, but the problem now is that stories of her escapades on that trip reached the district office. They didn’t have any concern about her orgies, but a question of drug use was raised so she was drug tested. When I heard that, I figured it had already worked its way out of her system. The New Rita didn’t pass — seems that she and Anita like a snort of cocaine a couple of times a day and smoke some crack whenever they can buy some. Rita is currently on unpaid suspension for a year, and they advised her to find another job because she will be terminated when the year is up. The worst part is that termination for cause cancels her pension. The amount she paid in gets refunded but the $3000+ per month at 60 is also gone.

Rita has asked multiple times to come home — she’s sorry! When I ask what’s she’s sorry about, she just says the stuff that happened. I’ve asked what stuff happened. You know, the stuff you already know.

“But I don’t know what I don’t know” I said

“But I don’t want to tell you the things I did that you don’t already know! Please let me come home.” Rita was begging again. Even though we’re just talking on a cell phone, I see that begging is not a good look on her.

“Look, I’m trying to get Lily to move over with you. She’s no longer a minor but since you wouldn’t let me adopt her, she’s on your healthcare plan, I hope. Did they let you keep your healthcare while suspended for doing all those drugs? You know, crack will be your deal breaker — especially at that level.”

“No, my healthcare got dropped when I was suspended since it’s for a full year.” Greg, I need to be with somebody. I can’t live with Anita — she’s a horrible influence on me.”

“Didn’t I tell you that weeks before you left”

“I don’t remember you telling me that — I would have stayed home if you told me that.”

“Do you want me to break out the tape recording of our conversation. I was so irritated by your attitude by then I started recording our conversations so I could figure out a better way to communicate with you. If I recall, you sort of told me to eat shit and die!”

“Did I do that, I’m sorry, I . . .” It was Rita’s final chance. I hung up on that discussion.

The foursome — my two and her two — had now been back about five weeks and thing really got weird. Lily started having real vaginal pains and, despite lack of insurance, I took her to my doctor for an exam. He started with a simple blood test and then asked my permission to do another test. Since he asked, I had to defer. Then I reminded him that Lily is of age so she can request the tests on her own. I would have to pay for the tests. The blood work was complete, and the results would be back tomorrow. Then he hit the home run.

The doctor’s office did call the next day and spoke with Lily. She came to me afterwards and reported it was bad — three different STD’s and two are nasty. He advised that she would be very uncomfortable for a couple of weeks, and he notified the public health folks, and they will want to contact all her partners. I called Rita — just to tell her about Lily. Big mistake! Only a dumb ass husband would not have instantly realized that the cocks that were in Lily were in Anita and Rita’s pussy too. Oh my God, Brie is likely diseased as well. The two cheating cunts, well actually three if you include Brie cheating on Hector. How many lessons about condoms did they ignore that week!

Ashley eventually got to Rita to tell her about the doctor’s concern about Lily’s pregnancy. We all agreed to get together at my house over the weekend to work out some issues. Brie, who was currently sleeping in Ashley’s basement was allowed to come over as well. Heck, I would move out for the weekend to save on bills. Saturday morning, I served a hot breakfast including biscuits and gravy. I got used to those when I lived in the southeast.

After everyone ate, Lily ran to the bathroom. We all heard her throw up in the toilet. There was no disguising that sound. About 30 minutes later, Brie did the same thing and wound-up dry heaving afterwards. I wondered if I had given them all food poisoning. How embarrassed would that be! We postponed our talk until the next morning and I refused to fix breakfast again.

The next day, Anita and Rita ran down to Panera for coffee & bagels. They both liked their egg on a bagel. We sat down, started some small talk when Anita ran to the bathroom, and we heard another long episode of vomiting and dry heaves. Ashley looked at me, smiled, and as I started to talk said, “WAIT”!

What was I waiting for — then Rita ran to the upstairs bathroom as Anita still occupied the downstairs bath.

“Dad — have you figured it out yet?” Ashley was giggling like a child. “This is going to be so funny Dad!”

“What’s do you think is going on — are they all doing the same drugs?” I hate to be stupid.

“What causes women to throw up, but only in the morning? It sounds like a medical condition that scientists call morning sickness!”

“Morning sickness means you are pregnant! They can’t be . . . Oh my God, you think they are actually pregnant.” I’m sorry — I know I was grinning ear to ear, then I heard Ashley start to explain her reasons.

“I’d bet my next 10 paychecks on it! It’s a known condition that some women in close quarters tend to align their monthly cycles. Fertile women in the same household are within days of each other meaning the same safe days and the same days of fertility. It seems that your wife, her daughter, and your daughter are in the same cycle. I may be in the same cycle as well. Mom may have fallen in line too, but this just might be her regular cycle anyway as it’s about 25 — 35% probability of that naturally. Remember, I told you there didn’t seem to be any condoms used that night — oh, and your wife is so dense that she thought because she was mid-forties, she couldn’t get pregnant. What would really make your day now Dad?”

” OK, we have four disease infested women — three don’t even know that for a fact yet, and possibly four pregnant women probably due to deliver around the same time. Now how could that get any more ridiculous?”

“How about all four babies fathered by black men?” Ashley now regretted she had left that detail out of what she told her dad. All the strippers were black men. He should have known that since he has a file with over 400 pictures from that night. He was clearly avoiding feeling the same loss again.

Now gathered for dinner, Greg started out.

“This has already gotten screwed up. I had hoped that I had done something to cause your morning illness, but Ashley has made me aware of something. First, I need to make sure that all of you are aware that you have been exposed to some nasty STDs. Lily is already being treated and is starting to feel normal again. But this vomiting — it’s time to accept the fact that all four of you may be pregnant. Of course, that doesn’t matter to me other than Brie. Rita and Lily — you’ll need to go to the welfare department since you no longer have insurance. Mine won’t cover Lily because she’s not my legal daughter and you’ve always had your own policy through the school system.

Anita, of course, I don’t give a shit about you in any way, but you may face the same issue up front. I would recommend that you contact the likely father to advise him that he’ll be responsible for child support. I might have been happy to learn of Rita’s pregnancy had I been there at the time of conception. But we all know that that isn’t the case!

So, the three of you can leave now to address your future. Clearly, I won’t be part of yours, but I will help my daughter get her life back together. Thanks to both Rita and Anita for ruining a couple of lives. Any reports back from your other friends, STD’s, pregnancies, pending divorces?”

Gang, I’m done — I’ll let Ashley finish up!

 

Headed for the Future – Ashley

 

 

How Come Tomorrow Land Doesn’t Resemble Today?

 

My Dad has been displaying some bizarre gallows humor for most of the past six months. First, after all the things said in Vegas, he did get a DNA test performed on Brie and at least I had proof that she’s my sister, not that it was ever in doubt. My Dad discovered he has one daughter and that is me. As we talk about our personalities, that alone should have been proof that he’s my dad and Brie is not either by genetic or moral code. Brie is Anita’s clone and now must live with that fact.

Anita made her choices more than 15 years ago and we knew her character traits. Rita decided she knew better than anyone else, inviting my ex-mom to essentially join our household. Anita was a ‘freeloader’ for the three years she lived with us, never contributed a penny nor did she ever search for a job. Without Rita being benevolent, Anita could have heaped her bad shit on someone else. The amazing thing was that medical tests confirmed that Anita was still a healthy woman, including the ability to bear a child. She has absolutely refused any pre-natal testing that might determine the race of the baby.

Oh, I just let the cat out of the bag. Yes, all four of them not only contracted STD’s but did all prove to be pregnant. Brie was somehow hoping that she was pregnant by Hector, but that hope was gone when she began having problems in the pregnancy. Her OB doctors performed tests and said that the fetus’ blood and hers were reacting due to incompatible blood types. She and Hector already had their marriage license and completed the blood tests so they could not have that type of problem. Brie eventually had a miscarriage at about 4 months. Out of respect for her tough decision in favor of the child, we helped her have a memorial service for her.