Destroying Fantasies Pt. 02

Ashley's eyes lit up when she heard Will had asked his sister, Emma, to babysit Cary during the vacation. Emma had been a close friend when Ashley married Will. Emma had been distant ever since news of her affair had spread and it had been one of Ashley's deepest regrets. This presented one of the best opportunities to start bridging the gap. Still the caution of a parent took precedence as she suggested it might be better to try out the part-time nanny as a precaution.

"I'll leave the hiring of the nanny to you," Will muttered absently, as his mind wandered, thinking of how he had to convince Ellen and another lady to come on board for his plan to work.

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Miles away in Florida, Ellen listened as Will revealed his plans. While Will's decision to bring matters to a head within months dismayed her and filled her with dread for him and Ashley, she understood the raw nature of his emotions. Knowing instinctively that putting obstacles in his way or objecting would merely trigger greater emotional whiplash, Ellen sighed and agreed to help the young man whose story reminded her so much of her late husband's situation years ago.

"Will, I don't agree with some of your plans and ideas but I will help you out. If only to make sure you don't go completely off the rails. Just remember, she is the mother of your son. "

When she had finally got off the phone, Ellen looked again at the battered old family photo that sat in the frame that once held a small photo of her wedding day when she and Henry had looked so happy. Years before that dreadful accident that took her Henry's life, she'd sent her only copy of the wedding photo to him with her letter. It was the 23rd anniversary of their marriage though they'd divorced almost 13 years before that. As she looked at the troubled young wife standing next to Henry and the kids, Ellen could only say a quick prayer that Ashley might avoid the bad decisions and tragedy she'd faced all these years.

Let me make a positive difference. Help me save this young family though I couldn't save my own.

A tear crept down her face as she caressed the faces of the family she'd lost in her own attempts to escape reality and indulge in foolish fantasy.

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Will sat idly in front of his laptop, pondering on the plot outline for his sequel to his bestselling debut novel. It was time to start thinking about the plot since his debut novel had been out for a little more than a year. Strike while the iron was hot, so his agent had said, or in his case, while the buzz over the novel was still going strong. He had three possible directions for the sequel to go in: one would see Ashley straying again and abandoning Bill and their baby before riding off to the sunset with Jaks. The second would involve Bill playing around and paying Ashley back with her own coin, fucking the neighbour's wife. He didn't quite like the second plotline since it would make Bill the villain, destroying part of the verve that kept the debut novel at the top of bestselling lists. In any case, as a victim of a cheating wife himself, Will balked at making his character inflict the pain on another husband, even a fictional character. The last plotline appealed the most to him: Bill would set a test for Ashley, Ashley realises her folly and comes grovelling back to Bill and they had a happily ever after. Will had enough sense of humour to recognise and laugh at his own wishes seeping through his own writing. When he was alone with himself, in the silence of his home office, he could admit that the chances of his test succeeding in pulling Ashley out of her fantasies and returning her to the fold of her family was at best 50%.

Ashley's behaviour of late had been encouraging. If her audio journals were anything to go by, she rarely thought of Jackass, her attention occupied mostly by work, Cary and their marriage. Still the acid churning in his gut demanded more.

Three months later

Robert Burns' poem To a Mouse ran through Will's mind once more as he pondered how his plans had taken a sharp left the last time he had started to put them into action.

Damn Burns! Whoever said revenge is worth waiting for has never really endured the wait.

Will looked over at the tickets on his table as they laid next to the reports from the PI agency. He smiled rather grimly as he contemplated his plans. It was a gamble but having waited so long he was not about to back off from the risky plans he had. There were certain risks that could never be completely eradicated where his cheating wife was concerned. After all, once a cheater, always a cheater was always going to be a thorn in the mass of brambles that grew in that garden within his mind ever since he'd discovered Ashley's betrayal. He sighed as he acknowledged what would have been clear to a casual observer.

I'm never going to be able to be completely rational where Ashley is concerned. A completely rational husband would have kicked her cheating ass out when her affair was exposed.

The feeling of humiliation and pain flared up as memories threatened to overwhelm him. Gritting his teeth and curling his fists, Will fought off the wave of emotions that would have felled a lesser man. Resolving matters via an impulsive and violent manner would provide just a fleeting satisfaction that would leave him at the mercy of 12 of his peers and the likelihood of a lifetime behind bars. And Ashley would then be free to live her other life with another slimy Jackass, for he had no illusions about the possibility that Ashley would grow a conscience or discover virtue like others who may suddenly find religion.

He snorted at the idea of Ashley as some born again devotee who would never spread her legs for some bad boy who rode into town.

No, that predilection and that deep-seated obsession of hers had to be purged thoroughly if victory was to be his. And brains were needed in that fight. Calm ruthless approaches would work best if he needed to fight a psychological war. After all, fists could only hurt a physical person but it would do little to uproot the damn weed in that moonlit romantic mindscape that his wife harboured.

No, the only way Jackass and other parasitical growths were to be completely eradicated was to burn the very root of the weed Ashley had allowed to grow in her mind, that fantasy that allowed her to take on the role of some romantic heroine prevented from riding off into the sunset with her bad boy lover. Sometimes giving someone what they seemed to want was the best way to open their eyes to reality.

Hearing the faint sound of footsteps approaching, Will barely managed to lock the tickets and reports away before Ashley popped into his study with no warning. She'd been doing that ever since she had caught him some months ago. The thought of that young blonde made him grit his teeth in consternation.

He remembered how he'd encountered the blonde again. It'd been the day he'd returned from a short trip to Florida, securing another part of the plan he was determined to implement. Will had just pulled into the driveway when he spotted Ashley walking a young blonde in a short sundress out their front door. From where he stood as he exited the car, he could hear snatches of their conversation.

"...yes, he's a good boy..I'm sure you'll get along fine with him...let's start your trial run on Monday..."

Ashley spotted him walking up to their front porch and seemed eager to introduce him to the young woman he guessed was being interviewed for the part-time nanny position. The first flickers of unease started to burn in Will's gut. There was something inexplicably familiar in that figure of the prospective nanny. Despite the growing unease, Will continued approaching the two women.

"There's my husband, Will, he's just returned from a short trip, let me introduce you to him."

A customary smile on his face, Will stepped up to the porch as the blonde turned to face him. He felt his stomach churn as blood left his face in a rapid rush.

It was the blonde he'd fucked almost a year and a half ago in the car outside the club in the weeks after he'd exposed Ashley's affair.

Will barely heard Ashley's introduction of the blonde who stood looking at him with a small smile and an odd gleam in her eyes.

"...you remember the Smiths? Well, they're going off on a long trip this summer so Lisa's come back for the summer from college and will be housesitting for her parents. She's just perfect for babysitting Cary when we go on vacation, don't you think?"

God, I fucked the neighbour's daughter!

The wicked curve of the widening smile on Lisa's face made Will aware that she knew he recognised her. He trawled his memory for the last time he'd actually remembered interacting with his neighbour's daughter. It was a neighbourhood barbecue party that he and Ashley had attended when they first moved into the house they'd bought. A pair of newlyweds shiny, unburdened by the monotony and exhaustion of life, still energetically proclaiming their love for each other. The young, flat-chested teenager with braces who had stars in her eyes and a clear crush on Will, something Ashley had joked about for some time. The time when they had so much to talk about. When Ashley wouldn't have thought of another man or spread her legs for another. A sour smile almost spread itself across his face as Will pulled himself from a past almost too painfully ironic to indulge in.

Will saw the questioning look in Ashley's eyes and knew he'd to end the increasingly awkward encounter on the porch before things took a turn for the worse.

"Lisa, nice to meet you. Are you sure you want the job of taking care of a baby who's not the easiest thing to deal with for a young lady?"

"Will! How can you say that?"

"Will, if I may call you that," Lisa said quite steadily though her eyes seemed to spit fire at him.

"I'll be sure learn on the job and I'm sure we will get along fine."

Will's eyes narrowed and fortunately a wail from Cary drew Ashley's attention as she walked into the house to attend to her son.

Will decided to be blunt.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Applying for a part-time nanny job."

"Particularly one at my house?"

"Well, I missed you. Don't you miss me, Will?"

The pout she had made Will pretty sure she was not referring to their relationship as neighbours. Her tongue traced the outline of her blood red lips triggered a distant memory of some cards he'd received month earlier. Lisa's subsequent husky whisper of "Don't you remember me?" confirmed his suspicion.

"You sent those cards!"

Lisa flushed with embarrassment but recovered enough to rub herself suggestively against him before she slinked away as she issued a subtle threat.

"Well, unless you want to explain to Ashley why you are insistent on firing the newly-hired part-time nanny aka darling I fucked the neighbour's daughter, I'll be seeing you come Monday."

That began a week of increasingly open seduction by the young blonde. While it was flattering on some level for a nubile young bombshell to be throwing herself at him, he was increasingly irritated by her attempts at blackmailing him into conducting an affair with him.

"C'mon," she'd drawled as she drew a bright red fingernail down his chest, perched as she was on the arm of the chair he was seated in.

"You can't deny you had a good time outside the club? I certainly remember how good we were together. How you felt," she hissed next to his ear. "When you came in me."

Will had pushed her away with some effort, swallowing the surge of desire that welled up almost instinctively at the feel of a hot, seductive young female body sliding against him.

"Get real, Lisa," Will said harshly. "I'm not about to have an affair with the nanny or neighbour's daughter. I'm not into clichés."

"Well, Ashley is, so why shouldn't you do the same?"

The flash of insight Will had at that moment made him more aware than ever that the young woman putting herself on display in front of him was no innocent. Quite the opposite, she could cause trouble if she truly intended to do so.

Were all women such sluts?

Will shook his head inwardly as the misogynistic thought occurred to him. He knew she was using Ashley's affair with Jackass to goad him into fucking her. He also knew after Ashley's affair, he was hardly in the frame of mind to be objective when it came to women.

Despite his refusal to give in and her increasingly blatant attempts to seduce him, Will was able to maintain some humour about the whole business. Cary was the other male in the house who hadn't taken to Lisa's charms. For some reason, Cary didn't like the blonde and every time she tried to pick him up, he would squirm and scream till Will sent her out of the room. The boy had even taken to frowning at her every time he caught sight of her. Will sighed and jokingly called his son a mommy's boy. The thought of Ashley possibly abandoning that affectionate little boy for someone like Jackass did make Will hesitate in putting his plans into action.

Well, if it happens, it could happen at any time whether the plans work or not. If it has to happen, better now than when Cary is old enough to understand.

Then the end of Lisa's trial run came along. Will had made it clear he was not going to keep her as Cary's nanny. Lisa's desperation to seduce Will became increasingly obvious. She'd turned up after Ashley left for work in what could be best described as a bikini and shorts ensemble. With those tight white shorts outlining those long legs and camel toe that flashed at him every time she moved or bent, Will was hard pressed not to let his arousal show. He made sure he didn't leave his desk in the study where possible all morning. He only left when he heard her going into the bathroom for a quick trip to the kitchen to grab some chips and water for an improvised lunch.

He couldn't, however, stop her from ambushing him when he went to put Cary down for his afternoon nap. His mouth went dry as a wet Lisa pressed up against him, her breasts almost bursting out of the wet bikini that showed off her assets with hard nipples almost cutting holes in the flimsy material. The shorts were almost transparent and the tantalising glimpses of her bare pussy were almost enough to overwhelm Will's good sense.

Lisa seemed to know that and pushed him over the edge cunningly.

"Ashley's not the only woman who's had you and Jackson, I did him after our session in the car," she'd breathed sensuously into his ear. "Don't you ever wonder if Ashley fucked him because he was better or bigger?"

Will's eyes had glazed over with a mixture of lust and rage at her words. Lisa provided the final blow as she nipped his earlobe and whispered, "Why don't you remind me how good you are, lover, so I can tell you the results of Jackson vs Will?"

Will lost all semblance of reason in the curtain of red that drew across his vision. He saw the tempting curves and felt the heat from the female body that leaned into him. Yet, he also saw Ashley's body open to the invasion of Jackass's body, heard her cries of orgasm and felt the pain that emanated from his mauled heart. He'd laid into the young blonde like a savage animal, devouring her breasts, ripping her shorts off and thrusting his fingers into that wet, tight cunt.

Lisa's cries of ecstasy blended with the imagined cries of Ashley's adulterous sessions, driving him into a frenzy of rage and lust. He fucked the blonde with a violence he'd never imagined he was capable of. He drove into her relentlessly as she lay on the sofa, not caring if she screamed with pleasure or pain. She'd barely had time to get down from her first orgasm when he half lifted her and slammed her against the wall and fucked her as she flopped limply till she screamed again while tightening against him. She saw his hesitation as he felt the tremors that heralded his own orgasmic release. She'd whispered softly the assurance that she was on the pill.

Will only recovered some conscious thought when he roused himself from the tangled heap of limbs he and Lisa formed against the wall. He was starting to feel a tad guilty when Lisa seemed to sense his emotional distance and leaned forward to bait him once again.

"Not bad but I can't quite remember if he was slightly longer or if you stretched me more."

Will growled and reacted even as he cursed himself inwardly for giving into her obvious baiting. He withdrew abruptly, making the young blonde whimper as her wet grasping cunt squelched in protest. He picked her up and half carried her to the bathroom where he proceeded to reacquaint himself with her luscious breasts, noting with satisfaction the light bruising that was starting to show where he had sucked and bitten almost savagely. Almost inevitably he started to harden and he didn't reject her offer to get him fully ready with her wet, hot mouth. He only pulled back from the full lips wrapped enticingly around his cock when she gagged and started to pull away from the grip he had on her wet hair.

"So," he bit out savagely as he thrust almost brutally into the wet slick folds that still leaked the remnants of the thick cum he'd shot in her less than an hour ago. Her short screams were echoing off the walls of the bathroom. "So who's better," Will panted as he thrust forcefully into the blonde who was barely hanging onto the bar in the shower.

For a fleeting moment, Will thought to have a little mercy on the blonde who was moaning as much as she was almost flopping against the bar she was leaning against as much as she was gripping it. He considered continuing the fucking in the bathtub as Ashley had done in her adulterous fuck sessions. He dismissed the thought as quickly as it'd appeared. It didn't have the same significance for Lisa so it'd be lost on her. Besides, he didn't want to make this anything other than what it was - a good fuck that healed some wounded pride which Jackass had callously trampled with the help of his faithless wife.

"Uhh...uh..oh god! Y-you! "she stuttered. Will only had time for a quick grin of satisfaction before he thrust deep into the half conscious blonde. Grunting, he shot a second wad of cum into the messy distended cocksleeve that the blonde had become. Conscious of the need to get her cleaned up, he was hardly conscious of her seductive charms as he washed the limp blonde in the warm water of the shower and ushered her out of the bathroom. He helped her into Ashley's bathrobe that covered very little of the statuesque blonde. Under other circumstances, it would have been arousing but having fucked them both into exhaustion, Will was a little too tired to find it kinky.

Will froze as he saw the shocked face of his wife who stood in the living room. Still in her work clothes, jacket halfway off her shoulders, the mail in her hands. Ashley had obviously just walked in from the driveway.

Some fragment of his former self felt the shame and cried out against the pain that was starting to seep into the eyes of his wife, round with stunned disbelief. At one point in the past, before Ashley broke their marriage, he would have rather cut his leg off than to cause such pain to his wife. Now, some twisted part of his soul gleefully took in every morsel of hurt that radiated off Ashley's stiff posture and clamoured for more.

Ashley blinked furiously, hoping somehow it would clear her vision, that somehow she would wake up from the nightmarish vision that stood before her. Will, dressed in only his bathrobe, hair still wet from a shower. The nanny, the daughter of the family next door, the young girl who'd had a crush on Will years ago, dressed (if one could use that word on the short terry cloth robe she wore that cover so little of her voluptuous figure) in her bathrobe. Her bathrobe, her bathrobe!