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"I know, I know. I haven't been thinking clearly," I said stupidly. Meyer sighed.
"Listen, Mike. You've completely lost what little leverage you had at this point. I will try to get you the house, but you will look just as deranged as your wife during discovery. Our best bet is to split your assets equally," he said, "make it a clean divorce. You both can sell the house and split the equity."
"What? No, I need that house. I need all of the equity. I don't even have a job—"
"You fucked up. I'll do my best, but we must assume your affair with that woman will come out. Just stay away from your wife and anyone else involved. We'll get her served in a couple of hours," Meyer said. I groaned.
"You need to get yourself into sex addiction therapy. We'll show the judge you're making changes. You also sound drunk. Consider AA," Meyer concluded.
"Alright, fuck. Alright, you're right. Thanks, Meyer, keep me posted," I responded.
I texted Meyer Andrew's address. If Liliana hadn't gone to work, hopefully, they'd find her at Andrew's place and serve her there.
I spent the next few hours making breakfast, showering, and counting the remainder of my painkillers. I had to start rationing them after losing my job. I texted Vanessa and let her know I'd be going over soon.
On my way to Vanessa's, I got a phone call from Liliana. I answered. She began screaming at me before I could even say hello.
"You motherfucker! DIVORCE?!" she screamed. I guess my lawyer served her. I ignored her.
"Where the fuck did you go last night?" I asked tensely. She ignored me back.
"How could you do this without talking to me about it first?" Liliana cried. We both wanted different answers, and it was apparent we would keep talking past each other. I hung up.
She began blowing up my phone with texts. I skimmed through them occasionally as I drove to Vanessa's until one caught me so off guard that I slammed my brakes upon reading it.
Liliana: "You slept with Marla? You disgusting fucking asshole."
That was all I needed to know; Liliana was staying with Andrew or, at the very least, in active contact with him. I responded impulsively by sending her a clip of her sexual excursion with Andrew in our bedroom.
Liliana: "You're such a fucking creep. Fuck you"
******
Over the next few days, I got settled in at Vanessa's. I opened up to her further by this point. Vanessa knew about my moving forward with the divorce, my sex tape with Marla, and the full extent of my confrontation with Andrew. I even told her about the pills and how I was tapering off them. To say Vanessa was disappointed in me would be the understatement of the century. Despite that, she let me stay with her under the condition that I stop all reckless behavior. We agreed I could be there until I finalized the divorce and got back on my feet. Her willingness to look past my egregious missteps made it apparent that Vanessa cared deeply for me.
I eventually let Liliana know I wouldn't be returning home. Liliana didn't take long to start airing her dirty laundry openly. She'd post Facebook statuses, calling me out for leaving her. Her Instagram would have posts of her at the beach with random guys, bar outings with Andrew and Mattison, and even video clips of her and Andrew kissing. It seemed like she was out with a different guy every other day, with Andrew being the most consistent. She was willing to let the entire world know how much of a slut she was just to push my buttons. I blocked her on every social media platform. She responded by intensifying her mind games.
I soon began receiving petty text messages from Andrew and Liliana. It started with a text from Andrew with a point-of-view recording of Liliana sucking his cock.
"Mmmm, his cock is so fucking big," Liliana said, chuckling to herself as she stroked Andrew's rod.
"Your tiny dick could never compare to this. This is the cock of a GOD!" she announced before deepthroating it.
I responded with a text.
Mike: "Andrew, there's nothing new here. Fuck Liliana all you want. It will never change the fact that I fucked your mother."
As they sent me more videos, it became evident that Liliana and Andrew had posted up in my house. They were fucking each other on every piece of furniture, in every room, and putting every inanimate object I owned inside Liliana's twat. One video showed Andrew rubbing his cock over Liliana's clit until she squirted.
"Bet you never knew your wife was a squirter, ey buddy?" Andrew said as Liliana convulsed underneath him.
Each of those videos broke me and filled me with unquantifiable rage. Vanessa saw how impacted I was by the sexual warfare that they waged on me. She comforted me as best she could and began snatching the phone from my hand whenever I announced that I'd received a new video. I had resigned myself to the fact that my wife was dead, and in her place was a sexual deviant I'd never known.
Not long after my temporary move-in to Vanessa's, Andrew came knocking at the door.
"Open up, Vee. I know that piece of shit is in there!" Andrew yelled from the patio outside.
He must've seen my car parked on the curb. We knew this was coming. Andrew picked Jennifer up every couple of weekends. It was a matter of time before he discovered I was staying with his ex-wife and daughter.
"Why is Dad so angry?" Jennifer asked, a concerned look strewn across her face.
"He's been having some issues with Uncle Mike, hun," Vanessa said as she peeked through the window blinds to get eyes on Andrew.
"Does this have something to do with your divorce, Uncle Mike?" Jennifer asked. Andrew continued pounding on the door.
"Um, yeah, Jenn, something like that," I said reluctantly.
"Dad is kinda freaking me out," Jennifer said.
"Go upstairs, hun. We'll calm him down," Vanessa said as she hurriedly approached the front door. Sensing the urgency in Vanessa's voice, Jennifer begrudgingly complied and ran upstairs to her room.
To my dismay, Vanessa pulled out a handgun from the back of her waistband.
"Holy shit, Vanessa, what the hell are you doing?!" I shouted.
Vanessa swung the front door open and pointed the gun at Andrew, the barrel squarely centered on his forehead.
"JESUS, VEE!" Andrew shrieked, instinctively raising his hands.
"Get the fuck off my property before I put a bullet in your thick skull," Vanessa sneered.
I stood behind Vanessa, a smug look across my face, locking eyes with Andrew.
"I'll see you later, motherfucker," Andrew grumbled. He spit on the floor, then turned around and walked off.
Vanessa stowed the gun in her waistband, locked the door, and turned around. She let out a relieved sigh. A deep gratitude filled my heart as I stared at her.
"Vee, I...I don't know what to say. Thank you," I said.
Vanessa approached me, put a hand on my face, and looked up at me.
"Don't mention it, Mike. I'm not gonna let that asshole hurt you," Vanessa responded. We hugged.
"Hey! Let's fire up the grill and have a pool day," Vanessa said, breaking the emotional tension, "Jenn! Let's heat the pool!"
"Hell yes!" Jennifer shouted from upstairs.
******
I had a lovely evening with Vanessa. Jennifer had her boyfriend, Ajay, over. We were all relaxing by Vanessa's pool, enjoying a few drinks. Jennifer and Ajay decided to take a dip in the pool. Vanessa and I were laid back on her lounge chairs, shooting the shit.
"I don't know what she sees in that little shit," Vanessa said, taking a sip of beer, staring resentfully at Ajay.
"Young love, you know how it goes," I replied, "You remember what it was like with Andrew when you were that age."
"With Andrew, it was all about his dick. He hooked a lot of girls with that thing," she confessed.
"Yeah, my wife being the latest victim. Whatever happened to the whole size-doesn't-matter thing? What's up with you women?"
"Size doesn't matter if you know how to use it. Andrew knew how to use it," Vanessa said, half-smiling at nothing, "do you know how to use yours, Mike?"
I couldn't help but notice that Jennifer kept looking our way, rolling her eyes. We weren't watching our volume.
"I'd like to think I'm a pretty good fuck," I lied smugly. Vanessa laughed.
"Even so, you and Andrew are toxic ass motherfuckers. I'm not looking to get roped up with unstable assholes anymore," Vanessa said nonchalantly.
"In fact, I fucked up the last guy I dated. Kicked him straight in his balls when I found an open box of condoms in his car," Vanessa said, chuckling to herself before taking another sip of beer.
Vanessa wasn't wrong about Andrew and me. Considering the terrible things I'd done recently, I couldn't recognize myself anymore. Fucking Andrew's mom didn't make me better than him—if anything, it might've even made me worse than him. But it still bothered me to learn about Vanessa's disinterest. My feelings for her had grown well beyond a simple attraction.
Vanessa stood up and told Jennifer not to stay in the pool too late. I followed her inside. Vanessa disrobed her towel and dried her hair from the pool water. Then she stretched and yawned before cleaning up the beer bottles and chips we left on the kitchen island. I helped her clean up.
"Oh! I washed you a fresh pair of sheets for the guest bedroom," Vanessa said.
I followed her up to the guest bedroom where I'd been sleeping. As Vanessa put a fitted sheet on the bed, I couldn't help but admire her. Vanessa had a few surgeries. I'd always written women off when they augmented themselves as heavily as she had. Her tits were fake, and so was her ass. Vanessa had lip injections and who knows what other modifications. But she wasn't unattractive. Her ass looked perfect on that thin waist, engulfing a bikini bottom that must've been two sizes too small. As I stared at her towel-dried curly brown hair draped over her big fake tits, my dick stiffened.
"You're all set," she said, smiling.
She walked by me in the doorway and paused momentarily, looking up at me. I hoped she'd make a move, but she didn't. Instead, she gave me a joking double slap on my face with her hand.
"Have a good night, Mike."
"Thanks, Vanessa."
I tossed and turned throughout the night, trying to ignore my boner. Eventually, I got up to get a glass of water from the kitchen. I noticed Jennifer was alone outside in the pool area, smoking a cigarette. I walked over to her.
"Your mom would kill you if she knew about the smoking," I said, standing over her. She was sitting at the pool's edge, her legs in the water. I couldn't help but glare at her porcelain D-cup breasts and the pattern of pale blue veins decorating them.
Jennifer didn't bother putting the cigarette out, let alone look at me.
"Eh, you're not gonna tell her," she shrugged.
I sat beside her and put my feet in the water. I was in my boxers, but my boner had calmed down. Jennifer handed me the cigarette without asking. I took a hit and passed it back to her.
"What happened to Ajay?" I inquired, unsure of what else to talk about.
"We just broke up. He couldn't get it up," Jennifer scoffed. That escalated quickly. I didn't know how to respond.
"Alright. Well, see you later, Jenn," I said. As I was getting up, she grabbed my arm.
"Are you fucking mom, Uncle Mike?" she asked.
"What? No, what gives—"
"She doesn't let just any man stay here. I think she likes you," Jennifer said, exhaling a plume of smoke.
I decided to play it cool and shook my hand on her head, messing her hair up.
"You think you know everything, don't you?" I chuckled. Jennifer pushed my hand away, laughing.
"Honestly, maybe I'm a little jealous," she admitted.
It took me a second to process what she was saying. My heartbeat steadily rose.
"Jealous of your mom? What, because of me?" I asked dumbly.
Jennifer shrugged, then playfully shoved me with her shoulder. I playfully shoved her back with my shoulder. She laughed and tried to grab my hands before I could mess with her hair again. As I was turned toward her, sitting awkwardly off the pool's edge, I lost my balance and fell into the pool. I unintuitively gripped her wrists and took her down with me.
"Oh my god!" she squealed.
I instinctively grabbed her by the waist and tried to lift her back out of the water. Her ensuing laughter told me she wasn't in trouble and had regained her composure. I didn't remove my hands from her waist. Jennifer's breasts floated before me, droplets of water strewn across them. She saw I was staring at them. I didn't notice my cock had poked out of my boxers until I felt Jennifer's cool hand grabbing it. I looked up at her in disbelief. She stared me dead in the eye and said nothing, her pouty lips hanging open, pool water dripping from her bottom lip.
My heart raced, unsure of whether I should put a stop to this. I was falling for Vanessa, but my cock sang a different tune at that moment. I looked upwards to my right, checking to see if Vanessa's bedroom lights were on. They weren't. I turned back to Jennifer. She continued staring me down, her hand gripping firmly on my cock.
I released my grip from Jennifer's waist and slowly pulled on Jennifer's bikini bottom straps with each hand. She bit her lip as I did so. Her bikini bottom loosened off her. She tugged at them slightly with her free hand until they floated away. I stared at her bottomless figure in the pool, her thick thighs slightly magnified underwater. Jennifer pulled my boxers down. My dick became fully erect. Jennifer wrapped her arms around my neck.
"Are you sure?" I asked her.
"Yeah," she whispered as she began nibbling on my ear.
I grabbed her by her soft, plump ass. I lifted her slightly as she guided my cock into her tight cunt. I felt her walls clamping firmly around me.
"Oh, fuck," she said, closing her eyes.
I began maneuvering her vertically, delicately fucking her as if she was as fragile as genuine porcelain. We locked lips and started making out. The taste of pool water on her lips made its way into my mouth. I bit her bottom lip and held it between my teeth for a few seconds. My hand continued gripping her ass. She momentarily withdrew from my mouth and pulled off her bikini top, freeing her huge pale tits to float aimlessly in the water. She collected her tits in her hands and gave them a good squeeze as I continued sliding her up and down my cock. She released her tits and resumed kissing me. Her pussy was suffocating my cock.
Again, images of Andrew fucking Liliana while lifting her flashed in my head. Here I was, fucking his daughter in the same way. If only I could record it and show that piece of shit what I was doing.
We continued fucking for another 10 minutes in the pool before she asked me to take her upstairs. We sneaked upstairs, our naked bodies wrapped in beach towels. I grabbed my phone from the kitchen counter on the way up. Anxiety and guilt flooded me as we tip-toed past Vanessa's bedroom, but at this point, my cock was in total control.
Jennifer was a lazy fuck, but god, was she amazing. She wanted me to do all the work. She lay flat on her stomach, legs pressed together, ass perked up, and her tits spilled out from both sides. My rockhard rod slid inside her as I laid flat on her, my chest skin to skin with her back. Jennifer turned her head, allowing me to put my tongue in her mouth. Her ass was so big and soft, the perfect cushion for my pelvis as I ground my throbbing cock into her remarkably wet twat.
"Don't stop, Uncle Mike," she muttered every minute or so, turning her head back, face-first into her pillow, pushing her ass up so that she could angle my cock deeper inside of her. I could do this forever.
We kept going for what felt like an hour. Slow, steady motions, savoring each other. We were both sweating, and Jennifer had cum so much on my dick that I couldn't tell the sweat from her cum. I grabbed my phone and sat up as I continued injecting her with my cock. I began recording with one hand and grabbed one of her ass cheeks with the other. I pulled her ass cheek to the side to show a clear view of my cock penetrating her exquisite cunt.
"Does that feel good, Jenn?"
"Ugh, yes, Uncle Mike. Please don't stop."
"Are you on birth control, Jenn?" I asked as I positioned the camera closer to her twat, capturing the juices as they expelled from her pussy.
"Yes," she moaned.
"Can I cum in you?"
"Yes, please, I want your cum inside me!"
I placed the phone upright on Jennifer's nightstand, leaving it to continue recording. I pulled my cock out. Jennifer moaned longingly. I turned her around on her back and lifted her legs. I slammed my cock back inside of her and began jackhammering her. Her tits were flopping up and down, and her mouth was wide open. She began to scream. I immediately put one of my hands on her mouth.
"You don't wanna wake your mom up," I panted as I kept hammering her pussy. Squelching wet sounds filled the room.
Jennifer laid there, desperate for my cum, her soft skin giving me goosebumps and her pussy tighter than any I could remember since my teenage years. I kept fucking her. Thrusting desperately. My cock stiffened to its maximum capacity. I had reached pure nirvana.
"I'm cumming again!" Jennifer exclaimed in a quiet, raspy tone as I began exploding inside her.
Her tight pussy contracted around my dick and squeezed cum out of me like a water jet. Our fluids mixing together began overflowing from her pussy. I took the opportunity to rub her clit.
"FuuuuUCK!" Jennifer moaned.
Sure enough, it was enough to make her squirt. Massive jets of fluid hit me on my chest and stomach as I removed my cock from her twat. Her pussy was so tight that I felt like I just released a small band from around my cock. Jennifer's entire bed became soaked. I fell beside her and began catching my breath.
"That was the best sex I ever had," Jennifer exhaled as she laid across her bed, wetness and cum sparkling all over her pale skin.
"You were amazing, Jenn," I replied.
I grabbed my phone and my towel and returned to the guest room. I could finally sleep peacefully.
******
I sat on the edge of the bed, hungover, staring at my phone. I was watching the video of me fucking Jennifer. An extreme sense of guilt had overtaken me. I betrayed Vanessa. After everything she'd done for me, what I'd done to her was unspeakable. I hit the delete button on the video, and just as I was about to press "Yes" to confirm the deletion, I received a text from Liliana.
Liliana: "I miss you."
I stared at it for half a minute. Overwhelming feelings of nostalgia and sadness overcame me. I thought of the happiest moments of our relationship. The day we got married. Our honeymoon in Berlin.
In a moment of weakness, I texted back.
Mike: "I miss you too."
Liliana: "Can I show you something?"
Mike: "Sure, what is it?"
Liliana texted me back with a video. I opened it.
"Haha, heyyy biaaaatch!" it was Andrew's voice, "we got a special guest tonight!"
The video revealed Mattison. He was standing awkwardly, with his cock hanging out of his pants, next to Liliana, who was on her knees. Andrew pulled his cock as well, and Liliana began stroking it with one hand as she sucked on Mattison's cock. My heart shattered. I dropped the phone, grabbed a small waste bin near the nightstand, and began puking my brains out. In between heaves, I could hear Liliana's moans and Andrew and Mattison's grunts. I recomposed myself, crawled to my phone, and picked it up off the floor.
"Damn bro, is this what I've been missing out on?" Mattison confidently grunted as he thrust his cock into Liliana while she sucked on Andrew's cock.
In a rage-induced haze, I pulled up the video of me fucking Jennifer and sent it to Andrew and Liliana. I sat against the bed on the floor, breathing heavily, and began to calm down. About thirty minutes later, Liliana texted me.
