“Should I check if the kids are mine?”
“Might be worth doing, just for peace of mind, but I don’t think she was doing you dirty before. She’s certainly never mentioned it.”
“I will obviously want a divorce.”
“I’ll represent you. And I have friends who can help. Mum and Jessica already know. I told them. You have their support too. Definitely Mary. After what happened with our father, she’ll never forgive her. She loves you like one her own, and won’t appreciate her grandchildren being hurt.”
“What should I do?”
“For the moment, play dumb. She’s asking me for advice. I’m giving it and it’s all bad. I’m not her lawyer. I always clarify that so I can’t get in trouble.” That gave me reason to chuckle. “But she’s now got an affair partner, they’ve been fooling around for at least a couple of years, and she sounds like she’s in love with him. He’s cheating on his wife too. She’s already said she’s thinking of just leaving. She doesn’t care, Mark. About you and barely cares about the kids. She just wants out to go live her happy carefree life. I’ll keep you up to date with her plans.”
Sighing, I placed my elbows on my thighs, head in my hands. “Fuck,” I muttered.
“Get you affairs in order, Mark. But I promise, you’ll come out of this on top.”
“Long as I keep the house and the kids, I don’t care about anything else.”
“Ensure she doesn’t start moving money about. Keep tabs on the financials.” Leaning back on the couch, I turned to face her. When she leaned forward to kiss me, I was surprised for a couple of seconds before returning the kiss. “She’s a fool,” she whispered, “And her loss will be my gain.”
“Won’t that be weird?”
The giggle was an ache to the heart. “Just talking about sex here, Mark. And don’t think I’m the only one. Jessica has had the hots for you too, ever since the day Christine brought you home.”
“So both her sisters want me?”
“God yes. Wish I’d met you first. I’d be a whore, but I’d only be your whore.”
Laughing felt good after the kick to the guts. “Well, give me a few days to deal with all this first. And I’ll probably feel guilty about doing it. I mean, two wrongs and all that.”
“True, but what’s good for the goose is good for the gander, right, Mark?”
Running a hand through my hair, I asked, “Should I tell the kids?”
“I think Charlotte is old enough to understand. Maybe the twins. Emily will be difficult.”
“Doubtful, to be honest. She’s daddy’s little girl. I don’t think they’ll be all that sad to see their mother go.” Giving it a thought, I couldn’t help sigh. “She’s on a business trip right now. I’m assuming…” Taking my hand and squeezing it was my answer. “Explains some of her behaviour before and after. Fucks me before leaving, cold as ice on return.” Sighing again, I added, “I’ll go have a chat with Lottie.”
Walking Caroline to the door, she hugged me tightly, whispering more apologies, particularly about taking so long to come see me. I assured her it was fine, I was just glad someone finally told me the truth. Though I’d had suspicions, I’d never would have believed it was that bad. “I’ll keep you up to date with everything. Can you handle six more months?”
“I’ll grin and bear it.”
“She’ll use the kids against you. She’s mentioned it more than once to me. Knows where to hurt you. God, my sister is such a bitch.”
“Caroline,” I said softly, her green eyes meeting mine, “Thank you.”
She kissed me, and it felt… It felt good. Felt more passion in that one kiss than I had from my wife in a while. When I thought about it, while we’d had sex regularly, it was nothing but bland and boring. Mechanical. Very much one way. The soon to be ex-wife didn’t just lie there but, when I thought about it, there was something missing. Guess I needed a wake-up call.
Feeling Caroline’s tongue in my mouth, that made my eyes open in surprise as she giggled. Wrapping my arms around her tighter, I think we both knew this was a very bad idea, but considering what I’d just been told, I just needed a little something, and Caroline had already told me how she felt. When we finally broke apart, her cheeks were bright red and I was certainly feeling some excitement down below.
“My sister is a fucking idiot. Mark, if you want to fuck me soon, I won’t say no. Trust me, no-one is going to consider you the cheater after everything she’s done. You need to be loved properly.”
“Keep in touch, Carol.”
“I will, handsome.” I couldn’t help grin, feeling my own cheeks grow warm. “Jessica and I both think that. Our sister is blind, stupid and… Well, a whore.”
“Goodnight, Carol.”
“See you soon, Mark. Hopefully very soon.”
I watched her walk away. Slimmer and certainly more petite than her sister, even after two kids of her own, but she was also a divorcee, her ex-husband proving to be a deadbeat piece of shit. Waiting until she was in her car and driving away, I shut the door and sighed. The urge to hit the bottle was almost overwhelming. The desire to destroy our bedroom was something else I had to keep a lid on. The thought that she had… I shuddered and figured I just wouldn’t want to know.
Walking upstairs to where the four other bedrooms were, I knocked on Charlotte’s door. I respected their privacy and certainly never just barged in. Charlotte opened the door with a smile. It faded immediately. “Daddy?” she asked softly.
“Can we have a little chat, sweetheart?”
“Of course, Come on in.”
She kept her room very clean. Double bed was made. Desk had books on it from her completed homework. Posters and pictures on the wall. Large wardrobe with full length mirror. Chest of drawers covered in other knick-knacks. Floor was almost spotless. Taking a seat on the chair by her desk, she sat on her bed, cross-legged.
“Lottie, I need to tell you something about your mother.” Her emerald green eyes met mine. Like her mother. Like her aunts and grandmother There was an innocence there I knew I was about to destroy. “Your mother is having an affair.”
She burst into tears immediately, which didn’t surprise me. As I moved across to sit next to her, cuddling her straight away, what she said next did surprise me. “I knew it,” she whispered.
“What do you mean?”
“I think she’s had someone around while you’ve been on your trips. Brings him here after we’ve gone to bed, makes sure he’s gone early. I thought I heard a couple of times voices from your room I didn’t recognise, but thought it might just be the TV.”
“Recently?” She nodded. “Makes sense, I guess.”
“Who told you?”
“Caroline.”
“She really likes you, Daddy. I see how she looks at you, particularly compared to Mum.”
“I guess I’ve just been seeing what I want to see,” I muttered.
“What are you going to do?”
“You’re seventeen so old enough to choose where you want to live. Nathan and Alyssa are nearly sixteen, so they’re the same. But Emily isn’t old enough yet. Your mother will make it difficult. So, for now, I’ve got to endure. Caroline said six months, wait for Emily to turn fourteen. They won’t split you up but I can’t lose my little girl.”
She hugged me tighter. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s been going on longer than any of us realised. Caroline is going to help us, so is Jessica and your grandmother. They might be more regular visitors. I’ve just got to give nothing away.”
Playing happy husband and father for the next few weeks was difficult. I’m sure Christine noticed a subtle change in my behaviour but, if she did, nothing was mentioned. If she noticed I didn’t initiate sex with her, she didn’t mention that either. Probably made her happier that I didn’t want to fuck her, in all honesty. The idea of fucking her now made me want to turn violent. Probably wasn’t the greatest of mindsets, so apart from lying next to her in bed, I barely spent any time with her.
Caroline or Jessica called me nearly every day, just to check I was okay. It was perhaps three weeks after that first visit by Caroline that she called me while I was in bed. Christine was next to me, reading a magazine, still feigning being the ever loving wife. Hearing my phone jingle on the bedside table, I noticed who it was, and after a quick glance at the wife, I answered.
“Hello.”
“Hello, handsome. Are you in bed?”
“Yeah.”
“Is the whore next to you?”
“Indeed.”
“Had sex with her lately?”
“Nah, nothing like that.”
“Good. She doesn’t deserve you. You wearing anything, Mark?”
“A little something.” I glanced at Christine but she was on her phone. Probably texting her lover and I doubt she was paying any attention to me. I’d stopped going to bed naked, now wearing at least a pair of boxer-briefs.
“I’m naked, Mark.”
Feeling the smile form, I said, “Good to know.”
“I’ve been masturbating every night, Mark. Thinking of you and me finally being intimate. I’ve got two fingers in my pussy right now.”
“That’s nice to hear.”
She released a soft moan in my ear. My cock was pretty much rock solid after hearing she was masturbating. “Fuck, I want you inside me, Mark. I’ll make you so happy, and I know you’ll love my tight, little pussy.”
“Bet I will.”
“I’ve not shaved it, just trimmed. I know the whore shaves hers. I want my pussy to be different for you, not a reminder of the whore.” She released another soft moan. “God, I’m so wet and horny right now, Mark. I’d love to hear you were stroking your big cock too, but not with the whore there.”
“Did you get video of it? I can check it out later.”
She giggled. “Ah, work call. I’ll record myself for you, handsome. Want to see me orgasm?”
“Absolutely.”