New Story Title: SWEETEST OF HEARTS (Erotica)
What a man is willing to endure for his twin daughters.
Any characters involved in sexual situations are 18+.
Comments and feedback appreciated as always.
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Approximately four years ago…
Mark
It was the day of my twin daughter’s fourteenth birthday. They were busy giggling and shrieking away with a dozen of their friends in the pool nearby. All of them girls. Boys were not invited. They were not allowed yet. Though that wasn’t entirely my decision. It was one of the very few made by their mother. When I’d organised the party with the girls, she’d got wind of it and, for once in her life, put her foot down about something. “No boys,” she said.
Thankfully, Katie and Hannah were not perturbed by that as neither had a boyfriend, and didn’t seem all that interested in boys just yet either, so they simply stuck to inviting their closest friends from school and sport. I knew all of them rather well. Not particularly difficult, as they all went to school and played netball together.
Standing near the barbeque as I cooked the meat, my best mate Bill was standing next to me, nursing a can of Coke, no doubt annoyed not to be nursing a beer. “They’re teenagers, Bill,” I muttered, “Don’t want them exposed to too much drinking just yet.”
He cleared his throat. “So, do you think she has any idea what’s coming?”
“Bill, she’s clueless. She still thinks I don’t know a thing. I’ve been playing the oblivious fool the entire time while I’ve slowly got my ducks in a row.”
“Melissa will be here in an hour to go over the last minute details and the paperwork. She still thinks you’re going easy on her.” He took a sip of his drink. “Three years, Mark. How have you tolerated it?”
“For my girls. That’s the only reason. Trust me, I haven’t loved the bitch in a long time.” I smirked and met his eyes. “Hasn’t stopped the occasional hate fuck though.”
“Who else has the photos and video?”
“Tanya, her colleague. We know it’s blackmail, but the wife loves her job more than anything. That alone will make her sign. Tanya is already hitting me up for drinks on Friday. There’s Suzy, one of our best friends. She wants drinks on Saturday.”
“You old dog…”
“I’ll be separated come Wednesday night, Bill.” I paused and made sure I had one hell of a shit-eating grin as I added, “Oh, and I’ve involved her sister, Cassandra.”
I enjoyed watching his jaw drop. “You sent them to her sister?”
“I did. She called and was in tears, apologising for the fact her sister is a slut.” I met Bill’s eyes. “I’ve made many friends over the years, Bill. People at her work love me. Ever the doting husband and father whenever I go to one of her events. Most of our friends we made were done so together. And her family has always loved me. Suzy and Cassandra have already offered any help they can once Claire is gone.”
We both glanced where my wife was sitting. Her parents were sat with her, but otherwise, she was rather alone. With her head stuck so far up her arse, thinking she was pulling the wool over my eyes, she probably didn’t even realise how all our friends were hovering near me. Most of them knew the truth about what she’d been doing the past three years.
“Honestly, I don’t know how you’ve done it, Mark. To know for three years that she’s…”
“I did it for my girls, Bill. You know what it can be like for men in court. I wasn’t going to tolerate seeing my girls every second weekend and maybe once during the week. I was not going to be an absent father. Fourteen is a rather arbitrary number, but the older they are, the better chance their voices will be listened to. And both have already insisted they are staying with me, no matter what. Pretty much said they’d run away and come to me should they be forced to live with their mother. I don’t think she’ll want them with her anyway. She’d only weaponise them to break my heart.”
“Do they know?”
I sighed. It was the one thing I wasn’t proud of. “Yes, I told them I was divorcing their mother and why.”
“How’d they react?”
I smirked. “As expected. They and their mother have never got along, have they? She’s always resented having them. I get it at times. We were eighteen, dreams and ambitions. But once they were at school, we started to make progress. Thought we were until that call…” I met his eyes. “I’ll never be able to pay you back for everything. Getting me Melissa Bonny as my lawyer was a godsend.”
“She hates cheaters, whether you’re a man or woman. Trust me, you’ll come out of this ahead, Mark. The agreement she’s got for you is fair to you, and she’d better accept it if she’s smart. If she wants to take it to court, Melissa will tear her limb from limb.”
“Don’t worry, I’m ready for Wednesday. I’ve got all the evidence we’ll need, all the people lined up to speak to.” I met his eyes. “She’s the oblivious one, Bill. She has no idea of the freight train that’s about to slam into her.” I sighed again. “Thing is, I don’t actually want to destroy her completely. I just want her gone. And the girls want her gone too. That’s all that matters in the end.”
I served up the meat as every tucked into their food. My girls came up and gave me a big hug and wet kiss on the cheek, all their friends thanking me for lunch and the party. Claire barely said a word to me, but I hadn’t missed her curious glances. I had a feeling she’d been growing ever more suspicious of me in recent months. She’d actually tried to turn up the intimacy in that time and I’d rebuffed her constantly.
I hate fucked her instead. Used her as little more than a human fleshlight. Thing is, I knew she enjoyed it, me being as rough as I could with her, and it made her orgasm hard. Never left a bruise, I wasn’t stupid, and I didn’t want to hurt her that badly, at least physically. But intimacy? That died the day I found out. Now I just used her for my own benefit. Better even her worthless cunt than finishing in my hand.
I’d had plenty of chances to fool around myself. Suzy was one. She’d offered me a good fuck at least once every month for the past couple of years. More than one neighbour. And most of the mothers at my daughter’s netball practices and games practically flung themselves at me.
I was thirty-two years old at the time. Short, brown hair. A pair of blue eyes, the sort many women seemed to fall weak-kneed at. Apparently I had a rather nice smile and proud chin. And I was fitter than I’d ever been. Once I found out what she was doing, and more importantly, who she was doing it with, I focused on myself and my children. I doted on them even more, while as for myself, I began the operation to protect myself from the inevitable. Financially, legally, and also my business interests. Read far too many horror stories about men getting bent over and reamed. I wasn’t going to be one of them.
But I also focused on the self. I put a gym in the garage and worked out every day. Took up martial arts as a way to keep myself focused and my anger under control. Just looking at her sometimes made me so damned mad… so I’d breath and focus, and the urge to slap the shit out of her disappeared. Still wanted to kick her out, but I swallowed it all down.
Everything was for my daughters. My personal life could simply wait. Everyone knew what was going on and understood why I’d made the decision. I loved my daughters more than myself, that’s for damned sure.
Bill was one of the first I told about the adultery. He was my best mate, had been for twenty years and more. Better yet, he was a lawyer. Took care of everything for me. We got high tech and he quickly had a mountain of evidence building up. I did my own snooping and realised my wife, bless her heart, was a fucking idiot. Didn’t even attempt to hide her tracks.
Once he mentioned hiring Melissa as my lawyer, I had one interview with her and knew I was onto a winner. She said, once I was ready, she would get the agreement in place. I knew my wife was perhaps getting ready to serve about six months before me. I knew she’d hired a lawyer, found his card in her handbag during one of my snooping sessions, where I also placed an audio recorder, and passed the card to Melissa. She cracked up laughing when I did.
“Mark, you’re making this far too easy for me. He’s a fool.”
“Good. I just want it over and done with once I make my move.”