Daughter of Frigg Ch. 04

Daughter of Frigg - Chapter 4

A Father's Love

I never went back to Atlanta, I spent a month with my mother in Idaho and then we moved back to Oregon.

They say absences makes the heart grow fonder, as it happens, in the time away from Owen and with so much time spent with my mother, I did remember why I loved Owen and just how deeply I needed him.

What I didn't know - what I couldn't have known, was that Jamal had given his movie of our first lunch time delight to Owen, and how my cheating would affect Owen, how he would react to my cheating, and how it would all come back to haunt me later.

Owen didn't have a phone so we didn't get to speak to each other much at all weather by design or coincidence over the next 3 months it took before he was able recover from our debts and move what little bit of stuff we had in Atlanta out west. Another factor for the delay was that Owen's father was in Florida with Ben working for some reason instead of being in Montana with his wife and remaining children.

Cooped up in a tiny little RV with Mom and London, my daughter by Jamal, I was ready to move just about anywhere. Still, we had promised to help Mom get a place here and she in turn would help us get back on our feet.

I didn't hear the Subaru pull up, but I did hear the knock at the door to the RV and answered it.

Owen stood there like a knight in shining armor, though he looked very somber, still in my exuberant joy I didn't catch his mood as I leapt at him and smothered him with a deep probing kiss. He was stiff, resistant at first then became more pliable as I continued. He never could hold out against my charms.

When I finally pulled away I purred, "Hey baby, I have missed you so much! How was the trip out? What have you been up to?"

"We need to talk," Owen began gravely.

"Yea, okay," I started a little taken aback by Owen's seriousness, I expected him to attack me, to ravish me, this was not good.

"Do you have a TV in here or a DVD player," Owen asked, as I lead him into the RV.

"Yea, it's right over there," I pointed up to the driver seat.

Going over to the TV and DVD player, Owen turned it on and put a disc in it and pressed play.

"What's going on honey," I asked nervously as the TV lit up and the movie began.

"Why don't you dance for the camera Megan," Jamal said off camera.

I felt a pit in my stomach as I watched myself close my eyes and begin to move my hips with the beat. That tiny little black Victoria Secret bra, my bust had grown from B-cups to milk full D-cups or I would be wearing that same bra now for Owen. I watched in horror as I used my hands to cup my breasts then caress my belly and waist down my hips to my buttocks and thighs bopping my ass to the beat as I traced up my inner thighs to my bare pussy then back up to my belly and breasts.

"Damn you are a fine ass woman," Jamal complimented as he walked up behind me and put his hands on my hips pulling my ass to where his long hard penis was in my ass cleavage, the memory made me feel it all over again as he flexed his rock hard muscle pushing at my ass cheeks.

"How do you wanna start baby," Jamal asked politely.

"Stop the video," I blurted feeling suddenly sick and moving to escape the suddenly suffocating RV, feeling about to puke.

"Wait, this is the best part," Owen said sarcastically.

"Mmm," I moaned with my eyes closed and bent forward my voluptuous ass cheeks parting to reveal a cavernous valley that lead to my asshole before grinding my pussy on Jamal's black 12" dick, "Impregnate me baby with your long hard fuck me stick."

Pushing Owen out of the way I darted for the door and out just in time to run to the back tire and puke.

"Yea, that was my reaction too," Owen mocked scornfully, "Come on lets finish the show."

"No, I know how it ends," I whimpered as I wiped my mouth off and stood up.

"Well I am going to finish it," Owen growled.

Feeling ill, I followed as tears started to well at my eyes. My life was falling apart right before me. What have I done? How can I save my marriage?

Slowly, forlornly, I walked back into the RV as Owen pressed the button to continue the macabre display of glutinous debauchery as I watched Jamal guide TV me to his bed and had me get on all fours with my ass in the air as he played his huge mushroom tipped dick at my labia until my lubricants wet my lips and dripped to the bed before he pushed in slowly spreading my vagina around his girth.

I could actually feely my body reacting again, my womb heating up in a desire for that huge dick in me. I remembered the heat that filled my pussy as he thrust in me all the way to my womb, and it filled me again now. My panties started to soak up my juices as I watched myself try to take his full length as he hit my womb as the head of from his cock piston in and out of my vagina.

Though not all the way in Jamal started to smash into me faster as the throws of his climax gripped him. His pushing was no longer soft and firm but ragged and insistent as his pace quickened my own climax.

Grabbing my hips for one last thrust Jamal pulled out leaving only his head in my vagina, and then thrust in mightily pulling my hips to his pelvis savagely as he hit and pushed through my cervix. I watched myself shriek as the pain hit me as my pussy finally took the last four inches of Jamal's massive cock.

TV me reached through her legs and grabbed his magnificent cream sack and squeezed his luscious jewels as the first gushing spray of creamy seed fountained my insides, with each squeeze he filled me more as I massaged him dry.

Flipping on to my back I watched as we started again before he started to shrink, and Owen finally turned off the video.

"Owen, I am so sorry," I began tears and adrenaline and fear all mixing in my body giving me uncontrollable shakes.

"When did you start fucking him? Before I told you his intentions or after."

"After," I started, "I was just so alone in Atlanta and we were friends, and I was so mad at you."

"So you knew, and you pursued it to spite me," Owen stated condemningly.

"Yes."

"For how long?"

"Those two day's you didn't speak to me, and anytime we got into a fight and I left."

"Why did you fuck Ben and Chris? Have you been cheating on me the whole time? Why even marry me?" Owen yelled.

"I – oh god you know about that!" My head went white with panic, "Ben caught us in the office and said he would announce our activities to everyone embarrassing us and possibly stopping the wedding and me getting sent home."

"So you slept with him that night, that was a month before the wedding, how could you think it was better to cheat on me than suffer a little embarrassment," Owen asked struggling to understand, "How did you not get pregnant then, or when you slept with him and Chris?"

I am not sure what to do, but he doesn't know that his father forced me to have sex with him as well, trying to think furiously, "I don't know I thought if it were just the once it would be done and over and we could leave and live our lives and be happy. Then he said he wanted unfettered access, so I tried to never give him a chance at me until you left for your certificate test. At that point he had not only our premarital sex but his fucking me too as collateral, so when he told me to undress I had no other choice. Every choice I made just made it worse. I am so sorry Owen."

"I don't understand," Owen scoffed, "You didn't answer me, did you get pregnant, what did you do?"

"YES! Yes, I got pregnant, the first time and the second," I wailed, "The chances of the child being yours in the first pregnancy was as great as it was Ben's. The second time, it was either Ben's or Chris's, either way I the babies both times."

"What did you do, abort?" Owen growled.

"NO! Never, I was pregnant 3 months the second time when I lost the baby at work!" I cried, falling to the cot putting my head in my arms.

"At least you won't do that," Owen barked, "After having been forced to have sex, why on earth would you cheat on me? Not only cheat, but try to get pregnant by another man instead of me? What is so bad about carrying my child?"

"Oh, Owen there is nothing wrong with you. It is all me, I am a bitch, I was so mad I lost my mind and wanted to hurt you, as I have been hurt by you, your brother, and your friend even if you didn't know it. I for once wanted it to be my choice, I wanted to for once be the one doing the hurting rather than receiving."

"You had a choice every time and you always chose to hurt me," Owen condemned, "I want a divorce. Here are the papers please sign them."

I could feel my eyes widen in horror, I knew this was coming and should, I deserved it, but it still hit like a club to my gut, as I heard myself wailing, begging, "Please Owen, please forgive me! Please don't leave me! Wait, please!"

Getting up I ran to the house where my best friend and her family who had loaned the RV to us were babysitting London. Wiping the tears from my eyes I hurried in and quickly got the baby before running back to the RV.

"Please Owen, I know I deserve this, but please meet London," I pleaded pushing London into his arms; I could see his heart melt as he looked into her blue eyes.

"She's yours," I lied, "Well, she's ours. I screwed up with Jamal but you and your monster semen still impregnated me instead of him. Anyway, I am so sorry I promise if you will give me a second chance I will never ever cheat again. I wanted you and have never really wanted anyone else, I lost track of that, I promise I never will again."

"She's beautiful," Owen mumbled, "You named her London? I thought we had settled on Paris?"

"There was another woman that gave birth just a little while before me and she named her girl Paris, so I changed it," I said warmly caressing London's head.

"I don't know, I need to think," Owen said pushing London back into my arms.

Before going to his car and leaving.

Watching him leave I turned back walked into the RV and cried. This was not the reunion I was hoping for at all.

Looking over at the divorce papers I sat and waited.

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Driving away, I let the scenery divert my mind as I drove through orchards to a gas station as I sat and contemplated the scenario that had played out, everything that was said.

How could I ever trust Megan again? I couldn't.

Was that child really mine? I couldn't know without a paternity test.

If the child is mine, what about Kathrin and Michelle, what do I do?

Megan is a cheater, but in a manner of speaking so was I. Kathrin and Michelle loved me and had not cheated on me, Megan had.

London was a beautiful baby, and she certainly looked like her grandmother although blond haired and blue eyed.

Getting out of the car I walked over to a pay phone to call Michelle and Kathrin. I needed to hear their voices to draw strength from.

"Hello," Michelle's warm voice purred over the phone.

"Hey, baby, this is Owen," I cried the emotion of what was happening hitting me all of a sudden, "God, I miss you guys so much."

"Hey hold on Kathrin is getting on the extra phone," Michelle said a hint of concern in her voice.

"Hey baby," Kathrin said warmly in my ear a second later, "How are you doing?"

"As mad as I am, its harder than I thought it would be," I answered, then shared everything that Megan had said.

After I finished there was silence for a while on both sides as we all digested it.

Michelle broke the silence, "So what do you wanna do, Owen?"

I thought I heard quiet crying from Kathrin.

"I – I don't know. If the child is mine, I feel responsible, but I hate what Megan has done to me, and I really just wanna come home to you two," I said in a rush.

"Is there any part of you that wants to stay and make it work with Megan?" Michelle asked huskily as if trying to cover her own desire to cry.

"I – only if the child is mine I might, for the sake of the child only."

"Oh Owen you are a good man," Kathrin wailed.

"Owen," Michelle cut Kathrin off, "Kathrin is right you are a good man so we have something to tell you. We both went out to eat the other night and got food poisoning so bad that we both miscarried from puking so hard. I am so sorry. We should have waited until you had settled things with Megan before making our move, but now at least you have her and a child that may be yours."

"Wait what," I exclaimed feeling kicked in the gut, "No your lying, this can't be happening. I love you both, please no, oh – God!"

"Please Owen, please go do what you think is best," Michelle cried heavily into her receiver now along with Kathrin, "We love you, and we will always love you."

With that there was a click then dead air.

Not one for over dramatics, I didn't fall to the ground like I felt like or screaming. I felt numb putting the phone on the hook I looked out over the Columbia Gorge and briefly a thought of jumping off the dam materialized, to be snuffed almost as fast by an image of London, not Megan.

Knowing my choices and what I should do, I turned and got into the car and left.

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Hanging up the phone Michelle walked into her room and fell onto her bed heavily crying for her broken heart knowing what Owen would do.

Kathrin came in a few seconds later, she didn't say anything, and she didn't have to. Michelle knew exactly what she had done; instead she fell in beside her sister on the bed and cried along with her as they both held their bellies where small hard bulges were just starting to push their abdomens out.

"What if he doesn't come back to us," Kathrin finally whimpered.

"He isn't coming back, Kat, I am so sorry," Michelle sniffled, "He is doing the right thing. This is our fault; at least we have a part of him."

"Yea," Kathrin said with a slight grin as she rubbed her belly, "I had just wanted more, I wanted him.

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"I know," Michelle agreed with a reassuring grin while rubbing her belly, "I did too, I did too!"

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It was about 2 hours I waited before Owen drove up the drive way again. I carried London out in my arms to face him.

Walking up and standing before me he spent a long time looking at London.

"For her sake, I will try to forgive you," Owen stated dogmatically.

"But if that," Owen growled pointing in the direction of the RV, at the DVD video I knew, "ever happens again -!"

He left it unsaid. He didn't have to say it; I knew exactly what he meant. If I ever cheated on him again forced or not he would leave, and I wouldn't blame him.

"Honey, I promise..."

"Promises – promises! That was what the marriage vow was. You had no respect for it before our marriage, or during our marriage." Owen sneered, "I don't expect that will change. Get your stuff!"

"I promise it will never happen again," I mumbled and turned with London in tow to go pack our things.

It took a few hours but soon we were on the road again for Montana.

We spent the next half of the year trying to rebuild our marriage. Owen wouldn't have sex with me still as December and then January rolled around.

Tensions were high; Harold and Susanne's marriage was falling apart. Little did we know that he had cheated on her with a local lady, after she confessed their affair to Susanne, Harold had left for Florida for work.

Of course this was all after he had forced himself on me, so I knew he was capable of this. Susanne and Sam though suspected me of having sex with Harold, and treated me as such. They had no proof, so it just caused more hurt in an already hurtful environment. Kade was 12 now and spent most of his time eating what little food we had, and to Owen's frustration he had never gotten any work beyond temp jobs, making little more than minimum wage. It all hit the fan when Harold finally came home in January.

Owen and I with London did our best to stay in the shop and weather the storm out of sight.

Still when Harold, packing his things to leave, he and Owen had a long talk at the end of which Owen inform me that we were leaving for Rock Spring Wyoming with Harold as well.

We packed our bed in Harold's truck and some of our clothes, but most of everything else we had was left.

When we got to Rock Springs Harold took us to his apartment. A one bedroom apartment house, he gave us the bed room and he himself slept in the living room.

Owen put in his application to Halliburton and was hired, and over the next few weeks they taught him how to drive big rig trucks. After a couple more weeks of regular warehouse duties they sent him out of town for additional training for three days.

Harold didn't waste anytime, dominating me as soon as he left.

It was nice sort of, my weight shot up because of the baby. I have been in an extremely stressful environment because of living first with Owen's mother and sister, and now with his father. Owen still wasn't having sex very much with me either. I did get him too from time to time, but he lost the passion, it was a duty now, and he always wore condoms.

As Owen got into his car and drove off to the office before leaving, Harold having just come home from an all-night job waved and asked, "So you never told him that you ran into me on the way out of Ben's room did you? You never told him that you fucked me as heartily as you did Him, Ben, Chris, and that Jamal character?"

"No," I answered, quietly.

"Why not?"

"I was trying to save my marriage. It would have been 1 more tick against me, it would have destroyed your relationships, and what he doesn't know doesn't hurt him," I answered forlornly.

"It wasn't because you were hoping for a day like this to come again?"

"No," I sneered, "I have dreaded this day, but knowing you I figured it would come sometime."

"Hmm, well I think I am going to go take a bath, wanna join me," Harold queried half-jokingly.

"No," I answered directly.

"Okay," Harold taunted as he walked in the house, then stuck his head out, "Hey, what do you think his reaction would be if he found out you seduced me right after Ben?"

Turning I wanted to kill him, I could kill him, and he saw it in my eyes as I followed him into the house.

There was no shower in this apartment just a huge garden tub. Harold started the water running as I set London in her day bed. Taking off my clothes I picked up a condom wrapper and carried it in with me to the bathroom. Harold was already there waiting for me massaging his prick to a hard wood.

"You wanna fuck me, you have to use a condom," I stated uncompromisingly, "Owen hasn't slept with me in 6 months and I am not getting pregnant by you."

"Okay, so this is to what - scratch an itch," Harold agreed as he tore the wrapper open and put the rubber on then sat back down in the tub.

"Don't get your hopes up, this is to scratch your itch, not mine," I growled, " I could wait on Owen, God knows I deserve it, but I will protect him from you as well. If this is how it must be done then so be it."

"I can live with that," Harold returned sarcastically.

Stepping into the tub I straddled him and sat down into the hot water, grabbing his 10" rod I guided his 6" head to my pussy then felt the thrilling sensation of his mass stretching out my vaginal walls around his girth. Despite my resolve a sigh of satisfaction escaped my lips as my pelvis met his and his entire mass was consumed in my dark well. With slow movements I began moving my hips up and down his hard rod. It wasn't as good with a condom on but the corona of his massive mushroom tip head tickled my G-spot wonderfully.

Harold slid his hands around my waist to grab a handful of my even more massive bubble butt since having London. Pulling my ass cheeks apart he tilted my hips forward so his tip rubbed more directly against my G-spot and each thrust hit my womb.